#Im so tired i cant look at it any longer i stared at this for HOURS yesterday

[evie-sturns]

ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: you're spending the weekend at the sturniolos house, you've never had feeling for matt, but this weekend has been different, he just looks too good, the sexual frustration builds up to the point where you just have to get yourself off, but matt walks in on you..

Warnings: swearing, smut, f!masturbation, caught gettin freaky w yourself, fingering, p in v.

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i'm spending the weekend with my best friends, the sturniolos. i've never had any feelings for them, but this past week matt has been looking.. different. he's recently got more tattoos, his facial hair has grown out slightly, giving him a subtle moustache. matt's been wearing different earrings, longer ones, i've never thought about him this way, it weirds me out, but i can't help myself. i've had no privacy for the past 3 days though, constantly with a triplet. i've wanted to touch myself, but i physically cant.

i open the trash can, throwing in me, matt, nick and chris's empty solo cups, which were filled with rootbeer.

"im so fucking tired what time is it." chris yawns, standing up from the dining table.

"1:30am." nick mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"okay guys, i'm going to bed yeah? gotta be up early for the beach tomorrow" chris says, doing stupid claps with a wide grin on his face.

i scoff, waving him goodbye as he disappears upstairs. nick runs over to me, giving me a quick hug "i'm gonna sleep too, love ya y/n, see you in the morning."

me and matt stand in the kitchen, i lean on the countertop slightly, scrolling on our phones. his face is lit by his screen, highlighting his features. i don't even notice the fact i'm squeezing my thighs together until he looks up at me.

"you okay, mrs. staring problem" he jokes, giving me a smile. my cheeks flush, i uncross my thighs and wipe my face quickly. "sorry." i say, quickly.

"i'm gonna go watch a movie okay? my rooms always open." i say, giving matt a hug.

i get butterflies, why the fuck did i get butterflies?

i feel a heat grow between my legs, i run upstairs, going into the spare room which im staying in for the next few days. i lock the door behind me,

atleast i think i do.

i flop down on the bed, my hand reaches under my waistband, tracing soft circles over my fabric of my panties. "fuck." i whisper before shimmying my shorts and panties down in one motion to my ankles.

im left with my bottom half revealed on the bed, i use one finger to trace my clit in circles. i squirm on the bed, restraining my moans. after a few minutes i plunge two fingers into my hole, pumping in and out.

my mind subconsciously flicks to matt, his tattoos, which crawl up his arms, his hair, his hands, i wonder what they would look like around my neck-

the door opens, my eyes bulge open, me and matt make direct eye contact, i instantly yank up my shorts,

"get out please!" i say, my voice shaking, as i sit up quickly

"oh fuck im so sorry!" he yells slamming the door shut, his face pale.

i fall back on the bed, covering my face with a long groan.

embarrasment.

is the only thing i feel, my heart pounds as i bring my knees to my chest.

after 10 minutes, i hear a quiet knock on the door, i sit up off the bed, walking towards the door and opening it.

im met with matts guilty face, his cheeks are flushed, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

he opens his mouth, nothing comes out execpt for a small noise. he clears his throat "sorry."

"i uh, sorry um, i really shouldve knocked." he says fidgeting with his hand. i stay silent, my cheeks cherry red. "i swear i didn't see much." he assures, i look up at him, raising an eyebrow in a 'really?' way. he stares at me "maybe thats a lie, but i swear ill blank it out of my mind!" he says, his voice frantic.

"its fine matt, i shouldve locked the door okay? lets go watch a movie in your room." i say, giving matt a warm smile. he nods, walking towards his room.

i follow close behind him as he jumps into bed, laying an arms out, i jump in beside him, cuddling close into his side.

my heart beats again, when im nervous words just come out.

"i was thinking about you when i was touching myself." i blurt out, slamming a hand over my mouth. the room goes silent. im frozen in shock.

"what?" he says in confusion.

"not true." i mumble out. my hand glued to my mouth.

matt tenses up under me. "y/n.. you have to tell me right now what your were thinking about.." he says, calmer than expected/

i stay silent.

"y/n." hes cut off by my voice.

"you it was you, i don't know!" i say, my voice trembling from embarrassment.

"what about me?" matt teases, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly

"tattoos, hair, hands" my mouth is moving faster than my brain.

"is that so now?" he says, looking down at me.

i nod quickly, matt sits up on his knees before hovering over me. i look up at him, my eyes submissive.

he smashes his lips into mine, holding the back of my head. "matt" i whine into his mouth. "i know, i know." he says, pulling my shorts down. "can i?" he says, toying with the waistband of my panties.

"please." i beg, lifing my hips up to help him. he leans down and whispers into my hair.

"whats gonna happen is you're gonna ride me, and you arent going to make a single noise, nick and chris are right next door."

i nod, flipping us over, straddling his thighs with my bare lower half.

he pulls down his sweatpants, his large erection springing out. "you ready?" he says, tearing open a condom with his teeth and rolling it on him. "i really like you.." i whisper, hovering above his tip. "you need help sweatheart?" matt speaks, holding my ass.

i didn't, i just wanted to feel his hands on me.

"yes,- yeah please.."

he lowers me down onto him, halfway down. suddenly he drops me, my ass colliding with his thighs, i let out a gasp as he smiles, he lifts me back up to his tip, before dropping me again.

i let out a shaky moan, matt holds a hand over my mouth. "can't stay quiet can you baby?" he teases, lifting me up and down.

i squeeze my eyes shut, pushing myself up and down with my hands on his collar bones. i let out muffled whimpers, his hand clamped onto my lips.

"so good princess." he praises, lifting me up and down faster.

"you're clenching, gonna cum for me?"

i nod frantically,

"go on." he says, i instantly comply, orgasming on his length.

he groans before pulling out of me, his cum spilling into his condom. i instantly collapse on his chest. matt whispers praises in my ear.

i place a long kiss on his neck.

"pretty glad i didn't lock the door." i say in between breaths

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had a shitty day today so i wrote matt smut LMAO

[gabberpopsexclusive]

The fact that Joost has confirmed like 3 (!!!) times that he likes to go slow is just… i cant handle it

Like think of him kissing all the way down your body, rubbing you so slowly you want to rip your hair out. And when you tell him to go faster he just keeps toying with you 😖😖

I’m normally a bottom joost enthusiast but this just gives top vibes for me IM SORRY

mmm hear me out anon..

sleepy slow sex with joost?? listen yall hear me out.

joost wakes up before you, looking to the nightstand next to your shared bed. the clock reads 6:43am. he looks over to you, your blissfully sleeping face making him smile. you look so beautiful in the dim light.

he just cant resist you. slowly, he moves down the bed to your side, maneuvering your legs so that he can see your panties. he slides his finger over the material covering your pussy, which draws a small moan from your still unconscious mouth.

he continues to tease you lightly, moving your underwear to the side and toying with you, making more light moans come from you.

he swears the noises you make are the most angelic sounds hes ever heard, all he wants to do is hear more from you.

you stir slightly, and he brings his face to your pussy, licking a gentle stripe up it. you wake up slowly to him in between your legs, a plesant surprise on a slow morning.

you gently grab his hair, moaning at the sensation youre feeling. the pleasure is slowly overwhelming you, his speed is at a pace where you dont feel too overwhelmed, but youre still feeling pleasure.

the feeling builds up fast for you, and you let him know that. he takes no issue with letting you cum, for now, licking it up from your folds slowly and sensually.

when hes done, he moves up to meet your face, placing light kisses on it and down your chest as he moves down his boxers. he pauses quickly and stares at you. you lightly ask him to continue, your meek and tired voice gently passing through his ears. unfortunately, he decides to toy with you for a bit longer.

running his hands up and down your body, gently toying with your nipples, and then stopping completely. you want him to continue, you want him to make you feel good, but it seems like hes just getting off on watching you writhe and beg for him to do something.

eventually he makes his way back up to your face, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. his face leaves yours, finally taking his dick out and moving down to watch his length enter you. it feels absolutely surreal, being half awake and feeling such overwhelming pleasure from your lover, the feeling is enough to make you cum again right then and there.

he sets a slow pace, its antagonizing you that he isnt deciding to go any faster. youre trying to subtly hint it at him, looking up at him with needy eyes and letting out louder moans when he hits a spot that feels particularly good. eventually you give up, and actually have to use your words. it felt like he was slowly teasing you for an eternity, and you just couldnt handle it anymore. the begging and pleading coming from you is another noise he finds absolutely angelic, swaying him to finally do as you ask. he starts to go faster, and finally he hits a pace where you cum not too far after he starts thrusting at that rate. after feeling you cum, he cant resist the urge, and pulls out to cum all over your stomach.

it may be a mess, but he loves to clean it up for you.

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hi. yes i maybe snuck a little sub!joost down at the end. cuz why not. (imo the mans totally a switch but thats a discussion for another post.)

anywayyyz.. hope u like this one. took me a lil while to get out but i grinded for yall 🫶

[fictionfixations]

rewatching bridon arc for the en dub (be prepared for more yapping after this) and i have to question

how the fuck did the photo not fall out during this part

he takes it out and puts it on top of the book

and aside from that we know its not glued cause she just took a photo and put it in and then closed the book nothing else

photo is no longer on top

GIRL THROWS IT (why) so if there was a photo there its gone

idk maybe there was a line i missed but i cant approve of throwing a book for any reason😭 i just wouldnt trust that something wouldnt go wrong (dude what if she didnt catch it!?!?!?)

also i just realized she takes the pen with her too aw

anyway cute moments of dub i liked

"Lu Guang! Grab the developed photos for me pleasee~!" like something about that please is just pleasing to the ears. its like a sort of playful-ness to it? but not quite in the same category as like 'pretty please?' i dont know how to explain it its just how i feel about it 💀 like it doesnt necessarily sound like a could you pretty please do this, but more of a like a simple you doing stuff for friends and then theyre like thank you and its just. that simple?? idk i kinda feel like im yapping outta thin air im tired man 😭 like its a simple request between friends and cxs appreciates it when lu guang does it but its not in a him trying to get out of doing stuff type of thing

also actually since watching bridon arc for the first time i got into mdzs so i keep staring at at the i forget the name but i keep staring at the cosplay and thinking wwx!?

also very wangxian coded imo with cxs talking about like 'the pretty girls' or something something he was gonna photograph (you can see i forget things very easily i literally just saw that scene like 20 minutes ago) and then lu guang chokes on his soda and cxs is like ohh? you excited about the girls? or something like that 💀 and then also wwx realizing its lu guang and then being like hey beauty is beauty something something i forgot what he said? i think the subtitle for what he said in chinese tho was something like 'well im also good at photographing a beautiful boy like you'

like with wwx flirting with girls and talking about girls (unaware he is into guys) and like bringing up girls to lwj like arent you interested and lwj is just like ..no. or like the the one with locauts or whatever its called i forgor and theres this girl who finds him pretty or something iirc and is giving him like free locauts (its like a food i think?) and then wwx looks at lwj and is like heyy miss lwj is pretty handsome too right? lmao

anyway i got off topic (i really havent had an opportunity to yap about mdzs to anyone outside of my one post of 'hey is it just me or do you sometimes read lan zhan but the other way around so it kinda sounds like san lang😭 ??')

look at him hes so cute LMFAO

'but i need help sometimes 🥺'

never gonna get over her name being Vivian but shes Vivan in contacts (pretty sure thats an error and gives me same vibes as 'Camrea' in the Link Click Live Action. ALSO ITS SO GOOD you need to watch it also the song is PEAK (its not following the same plot as the the donghua but i find it really cool (new clients!! ALSO CXS GETS ACTUAL THERAPY)! they also did the earthquake episode really well, and had something unique to it for people who have already seen the donghua so its not just a copy and paste, if anything it felt worse in a good way at some parts😭.)

LIKE HOLY SHIT LISTEN TO THIS

YES IM PROMOTING THE LIVE ACTION DUDE ive never watched like a live action based on like asian animated stuff before so this was my first experience and i really enjoyed it

okay, here it is. the pretty please in comparison to the please from before. tell me you hear a difference or if im just hearing stuff

anyway cxs is so impulsive dude please share all your plans at least with lu guang before doing them. ..i mean i know you kind of prob think of them up on the spot but i swear youre gonna make everyone grow gray hairs

i love the voice LMFAO its THIS quality that i say isnt in the please from earlier and thats why i say its different from the kind of 'pretty please' tone of voice you have (?? im not shutting up about this i love domestic moments)

anyway actually

since im listening in english and i already know what happens its easier for me to not pay so much attention to subtitles and whats going on and look around instead for details i missed before (theres a lot i missed tbh because im the type who doesnt notice stuff even if its right in front me)

..... *stares at what slang this sounds like if you say it out loud*

lu guang the epitome of disappointment like wtf am i doing here at this powerpoint slideshow explaining to some dumbass how he got scammed and is still in disbelief 💀💀💀

even cxs is like. dude.. come on..

?? whyd she hit the chair?? to emphasize her point??

LMFAO

? doesnt really look like he hung up? did he do it off screen?

dude i keep seeing wangxian 💀💀 'you keep saying no to this stuff and then change your mind when i need ya' 'you always say no but then you always change your mind' or something i dont remember what he said but it was about the rabbits and lwj being like no to them and then wwx is like well ok ill give them to someone else and lwj is like. ..who? and wwx is like to a butcher! theyll make for nice roasted meat! and then lwj is like. i. will. keep. them. and then wwx is like haha so you do want them! you always say no but then [something something i forget what he said]

and thats not like a complaint either i love wangxian and i love shiguang so much 😭 i feel like the vibes are similar tho. teasing black-haired one who acts more immature and unserious but has a heart of gold, stoic one (in white, lwj in white, lu guang with white hair) who usually pushes back against the teasing but actually really really cares and tbh kinda really wants to save/help the black-haired one and stop him from being in so much danger (and have also lived through the black-haired one dying. no this is not a spoiler if you open up the novel or donghua the first line is literally 'wei wuxian is dead!' and if youre here i assume youve seen season 1 and 2 of link click as well as bridon arc)

'just be careful, all right?' 'it'll be fine. you'll be watching my back the whole time.' 😭😭😭😭😭 cxs trusts him so much nadisajnduifhjndrgrfij

lu guang: he'll be the death of me (exasperated)

dont set up the death flags im gonna crash out if the only way cxs lives is lu guang dying and then either cxs listens (the same way he listened to lu guang being like no dont intervene keep the photo safe with like the pink-haired family i forget the last name and cxs listening even though he really wants to stop the bad things from happening because he KNOWS how important it is to not change anything poor baby :( ) or maybe he'll act

although he decided not to in the car when he thought lu guang was dead but also he isnt aware of lu guang time travelling

to save him

and i wonder if knowing that lu guang is doing so much for him, and then to die for him, if that would be a breaking point of actually fuck this im gonna save you!

i want them to get a happy ending man 😭 i kinda wish there was a source material this took from so i could read ahead and be assured that ah yes they are ok 💀

lu guang calling it gross hearing cxs call someone babe 💀💀💀💀

same vibes as lwj being angry at wwx whenever he flirted with someone else in front of him 😭

?? dating asmr for lu guang of if i was on a date with my crush mayhaps

lu guang is so stressed not wanting cxs in danger but he also knows cxs is too stubborn for him to tell him to not go 😭

'i can't stay forever' i wonder if that could also on the other hand mean like i cant promise to stay in this time forever but ill stay as long as i can (until cxs dies or something probably)

NO BABY JUST SMILED AND THEN HE RECALLED CXS' DYING WORDS OH MY GOD

actually wait wheres partners for life did i miss it ??

i cant remember watching the ending in full- i kinda watched bridon arc in a watch party so when the ed played id have like a few minute break to quickly do stuff i hadnt been able to for the past half hour (or hour for ep 1) before rushing to see end credit scene lmfao

gives me same vibes as in like my s-class hunters with um. um. um. yknow what im pretty sure thats spoilers but if you know that scene you probably understand what i mean???

'i swear why is express delivery so unreliable' GIRL i can actually relate to this a few months ago i moved and im just sat here in misery as some furniture has gotten lost and its like dude all my stuff was in there tf do i do now wth 😭😭😭

it arrived eventually but if i got lost idk what id do it has all my stationary and like drawings and journals 💀

actually how tf DID he know ????

'found it, has he?' oh i just got chills down my spine man damn thats a deep voice

oh wait he was on call did someone alert him? whyd it show a scene of him closing a book tho was that a red herring

or well i think the books important if i recall it had a hint or something but tbh i forgor

'now we can finally start the game'

😭😭😭???

the music picking up like probably the mans heartbeat after liu xiao(? is that his name i always worry i misremember) presses the trigger and then it like quiets down a little after the man picks up the gun because of his ability of like yeah its okay still nervous but less

do we know why hes so interested in cxs' dad or is that prob a thing we'll learn in s3

malewife energy we love a man who can clean (tho iirc cxs does the cooking right? or am i misremembering)

bruhs like 'lu guang protect me! youre on my side right?'

LMFAO THE WINKING

SERIOUSLY WANGXIAN VIBES

wwx is doing something silly and then hides behind lwj like cmon youre on my side right and then lwj is like *sigh* and then defends him

i wish no trauma aus were canon dude it might be boring as hell but itd be so cute and i just want to wrap them all up in bubble wrap aghh

male.wife.

ohh the filter put on the voices when showing parts of something that happened in a previous timeline is spooky

its like. kinda distorted a little bit which is cool. like you know how its like something something the more you i think you copy a tape or something like that the worse it gets? its like generation loss or something like that i forget exactly but it reminds me of that. ithappened in a different time so its distorted, a little messed up, not in perfect condition, or at least maybe in his memories. idk if im making sense i want to sleep but i wanna finish the ep first

bruhs like what is this? a message? now?

trying to understand the reason of why his mom didnt want him to go to bridon but tbh im not the best at putting puzzles together i need like an explanation or something thats probably just like a re-explanation of events just in a way that idk a 5 year old could understand 💀

wait is cxs taller than lu guang

HE IS WTH I JUST NEVER NOTICED LMFAO

why does what vein says kinda osunds like an innuendo 😭 bruh please not my innuendo during the lu guang trauma scene

ITS NOT FINE LU GUANG GET A THERAPIST

TAKE A PAGE OF OUT OF THE LIVE ACTION BOOK actually like get a therapist 😭😭😭

?? he has a fang? i just never noticed

[0littleladybug0]

haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw

YES I CANNN!!!

this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭

Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help

Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!

DNI IF NSFW

It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.

Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.

The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.

You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.

Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.

So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.

You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.

"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"

The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.

you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.

And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.

"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.

"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."

You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.

"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."

"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.

Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.

"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.

He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"

God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.

After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.

You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.

"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.

"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.

You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.

"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.

"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.

He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.

he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.

He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.

"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.

You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.

You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.

After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.

You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.

"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.

That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.

Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.

"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.

Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.

"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.

You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.

You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.

You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.

You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.

But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.

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[charmedbystars]

you don't get it (e-1610 miles morales)

pairing: e-1610 miles x reader (unrequited)

summary: you try to understand miles, but you cant.

a/n: this is the first time i try writing something so i'm so sorry if it's bad. plz leave suggestions and stuff if ya want! also debating a part 2 but i hate this sooo i don't know yet...

you and miles grew up together. making an oath to stick together for the rest of your lives in the sandbox of a park about two blocks from miles’ apartment. and you guys sure stuck to that oath. from crying about getting sand in each other’s eyes, going through the awkward teenage phase (and miles still going through it), to being accepted into the same school. you guys were inseparable. 

recently, you found out about miles’ secret vigilante identity. you didn’t take it very well and constantly scolded miles about his safety, but you were glad he chose to trust you. 

of course, when it came to trust it came with knowing other stuff too… such as knowing who gwen was. and to make it even better, since you were the only person (other than ganke) that he can go on to talk about her, you became a victim of listening to the constant babble of gwen this and gwen that. you literally didn’t know how much longer you can take it, especially with those feelings of yours bubbling in your stomach. 

of course… how clich�� of you to be in love with your best friend of years. plus your best friend being the super oblivious miles did not make it any better. 

anyways going back, you didn’t know how to tell miles that you’re in love with him without ruining your years of friendship or how to just simply ask him to shut the fuck up about gwen without hurting his feelings. you literally didn’t know how he could talk about her for hours without getting tired (although if someone asked you about miles, you would go on for ages, but that’s different) and the number of times you’ve caught him sketching her in his journal has become freaky. 

you love miles but this is just getting tiring. you want things to be how they were. when you guys would sneak up to the roof and talk about the stars or sneak out to do some graffiti. now it’s just cancelled plans, late texts backs, and constant excuses. and that’s how you are now, sitting outside the steps of miles’ apartment waiting for him to arrive with the cakes for his dad’s promotion party. you look down at your phone and open it again to see if he responded.

you: hey miles im outside waiting 4 you

you: dont forget the cakes and stay safe

you: lemme know when you arrive plz

Delivered 

you sighed for the twentieth time, wondering when miles was going to arrive. you just sat outside on the steps to his apartment when about ten minutes later you hear a crash. you stand and squint looking up. 

“y/n! come upstairs so we can enter the rooftop together,” there was miles, head handing outside his window. you nodded your head and headed upstairs to his apartment. you didn’t even bother knocking and simply just barging into his house. walking into his room, you see miles rushing to get his shoes on. 

leaning against the wall, you stared down at miles, “so what was it this time? it better be good enough that you’re late to your own father’s party”

“yes i knowww, i just got caught up doing some stuff. the villian today was super weird though and then i almost lost the cakes, but you know what? none of that matters because i’m here now!” he gave you one of his wide smiles.

you couldn’t stay serious with him when you gave you that smile. you yourself cracked a smile, shaking your head. “okay, noted. crazy day for spiderman, now hurry up and get your shoes on faster because one more minute longer and your mom is gonna freak.”

“well seems like my mom is already freaking,” miles smugly looked at you while standing up, grabbing the cakes and leaving you behind. you grumbled and just followed behind him. 

arriving to the rooftop, you can already see miles’ mom looking around and as if she sensed miles, she quickly walked over to you guys. 

“miles donde estabas? you’re late to your own dad’s party? y/n thank you so much for getting miles here,” miles’ brows furrowed as his mom gave you all the glory for him being there.

“mom what? i got here just fine!” 

“no, thank y/n because i know she’s the responsible one out of the two of you,” you gave miles the same smug look that he gave you earlier and tilted your head a little higher.

“anyways, grab something to eat. miles, ven porque your dad and i want to talk to you for a minute” rio gave her son a look. 

you simply nodded your head and strolled off to make yourself a plate. sitting down on a bench somewhere, you tried to block out and avert your gaze from miles’ parents yelling at him. you felt bad that you couldn’t do anything especially when you know so much about him that others don’t understand. 

about an hour has passed since miles’ scolding and you didn’t want to approach him directly after to save him from embarrassment and allow him to take a few minutes to himself. you assumed that he went to his room and would come back in a couple minutes because you knew he wouldn’t completely miss his dad’s party. 

you engaged in small conversations with miles’ cousins and family members, but after a while they left to go eat or do their own thing. resorting to scrolling through your phone and watching a couple tiktoks when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“mija, quien es esa que esta arriba con miles?” rio tilted her head in the direction where miles was. surprising you completely, miles was on the water tower with gwen laughing and nudging each other. looking and them and snapping your head back to rio who seemed a but agitated with her eyebrows quirked up. 

“uhh.. i think that’s gwanda? one of miles’ friends but she’s usually out of town. miles’ never mentioned her coming though…” you simply shrugged your shoulders. feeling a heavy weight in your stomach, you tried not to look over at them again. 

approaching behind rio was jeff. he had a similar expression as rio, brows furrowed and scratching his head. 

“she looks old enough to vote… and i bet she doesn’t even speak spanish,” rio kept talking about gwen which didn’t help you trying to block out the sinking feeling. jeff crossed his arms and kept looking over at them. 

somehow, rio convinced you and jeff to go up to the water tower and meet gwen. now, you’ve never met gwen but you sure have heard enough about her to know that she’s not a bad person. 

rio was stumbling to get up the tower and introduce herself to gwen. crashing into miles slightly, not caring a bit if she interrupted anything. “hello! i’m miles’ mom,”

“rio! i’ve heard so much about you!” immediately hearing those words come out of gwen’s mouth, you winced. you knew that rio was not about having first name bases with any one of miles’ friends. you glanced over at miles’ expression who seemed a bit worried. 

looking at the interaction was a bit odd and very awkward, especially with you standing next to miles’ parents doing nothing. you didn’t want to make a move to introduce yourself either, you didn’t know if there was anything for you to say really. honestly rio’s jokes weren’t making it any better either. hearing “don’t take him from me.. oh! you can’t cause he’s grounded haha” and “don’t break his heart” coming from rio’s mouth was just making you want to get bitten by a spider so you can turn invisible in that moment. 

gwen trying to escape the moment made up that she needed to get her steps in and go. turning around to give miles a handshake, she glanced over, noticing you in the corner. not wanting to be rude, you just gave a wave. she gave you a small smile until taking off down the stairs. 

once she left, jeff also left to return to the party leaving miles, rio, and you behind. miles ignored both of your presence and leaned against the railing, shoving his face into his hands. you went up to miles and rubbed his back.

“i’m sorry miles,” he glanced over at you and gave a sigh. you looked over you shoulder and looked at rio. she seemed to be thinking. deciding to give miles and his mom a little time to talk, heart to heart, you descended down the stairs. 

looking down at the city below you, millions of thoughts run through your mind. almost all of them being about miles. you wanted to help him, you wanted to be there for him in every way, but you just don’t seem enough. you didn’t know what to do and you don’t want to try to seem understanding when you have absolutely no idea what he’s going through. you just want him to feel at peace with you. there’s nothing you want more in the world than seeing miles happy. although the feeling in your stomach of knowing that miles’ happiness lies with gwen and not with you just made you nauseous, you knew you had to let him go. but, before you let him go… maybe you’ll try. 

seeing miles and his mom done talking, you see miles about to leave. getting a feel of adrenaline through your veins, you ran after him before he managed to take a step down the stairs. 

“miles! where are you going?” you cocked your head to the side.

“i’m going after gwen. there’s something going on and i’m going to follow after her,” he tapped his feet and glanced around as if he’s if a rush. 

“wait, miles what? you’re leaving? do you even know where you’re going?” 

“no, but i know that i’m needed y/n. i gotta go now like i have this feeling.” 

“wait so you’re skipping out on your dad’s celebration for a girl?”

“n- no! there’s something going on and i need to fix it” miles was starting to squirm eager to put on his suit and swing through the city.

“is there gonna be a day where you live for yourself? i understand that you’re spiderman and you help out the people, but you can’t be doing this constantly miles. you’re a highschool student and have so m-” 

“no, you don’t understand! no one understands! but there are people out there who will-”

“c’mon miles, don’t be like that. i know i don’t exactly understand because i was bitten by a spider or anything, but i’m trying to understand through you and being there for you!” the tone in your voice starts getting a bit higher.

“i just learned that there’s a way for me to see other people who are just like me! i need to go!”

“you know what miles? go. i’m trying so hard to be supportive but-”

“well you’re not. i don’t want to escalate this any farther. i’m going… bye y/n” before you could respond miles ran down the stairs leaving you with a lump in your throat. you didn’t want to start anything, you just wanted miles to try to get a piece of normality within his crazy spider life. 

sighing once more, you decided to sit on the ledge and look off into the distance wondering how you were gonna fix it between you two. 

[sketchquill]

YOOOOOOOOO! FIRST YOU GOTTA BE ONE IF THE MOST TALENTED ARTIST I HAVE EVER SEEN!! SECOND YOUR GHOST OF CHRISTMAS FUTURE IS GIVING ME BRAIN ROT! And it got me thinking!

This being inspired by art that I just literally saw a minute ago by alice angel12x! With their idea of ghost of Christmas present yn!

The scene

Frank could only look at the ghost with fear as he watched them grow older by the minute. The once bright and cheerful spirit that stood tall among the crowd now appeared centuries older, their wooden skin was chipping and rotting away like an ancient oak that had been left to grow on dying soil their labored breaths showed how tired they had became but their hood hid their face from the puppet leaving his blind to their appearance but he was certain that it had changed as well. His heart ached for the spirits well being, it was thanks to them that he was able to see the warmth of the town surrounding him for so many years, a warmth that soaked deep into his bones that he never wished to forget.

He knelt down by the spirits slumped formed worry and fear filling his eyes " spirit? Please say something! Is there anything I can do?" He asked, he begged, for as much as he knew the truth, he wanted to remain naive for a little longer.

" I'm afraid cough! There isn't much you can do for a spirit dear frank, my being is far beyond your control. Its my own fault really, I saw hiw happy you were seeing everyone that I had forgotten my own limits and now I fear my time has come"

You spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as tears slowly stared to fill franks eyes. "N-no please please this cant be! There must be something I can do!" For the first time in years frank is willing to put someone else's well being above his, the idea made you smiled weakly underneath your hood.

"Theres a heart underneath that all that doom and gloom after all huh? Thank you dear frank but im afraid im already gone" you glance up at the swirling snow that surround the both of you. While frank paid no mind to it, you watched as the wind grew more aggressive causing the most beautiful sight before you mixing with the cruel glow of a blue haunting light.

" My darling, you're already here? Im afraid im worst for wear" you spoke to the air it seemed as you forced yourself to stand up. Frank tried to get a hold on your arm to held you steady yourself only for your arm to shattered into dying splinters that blew away with the wind.

Frank finally noticed the blue glow when it suddenly became like a large bonefire at the destruction of your arm but you could inky laugh as you walked on shaking legs, knocking your hollow knees together with each step.

"No there's no need for that! You cant blame a boy for not knowing, there is so much for him to learn and it is best that you take me place dont you?"

You spoke with confidence as you pulled down your hood causeing frank to lose his breath. Your once beautiful hair made of leaves had disappeared and wilted into brown dying vines that left you into a balding state, cracking lines spread across your face their source was from the now empty socket that once held one of your bright warmth filled eyes.

You look up at the hooded figure without any source of fear or worry in your entire body, something that frank was envy about as he felt fear shake his entire soul at the towering figure.

Your remaining arm reached up to the figures face, reaching into the inky blackness of the hood with some effort revealed the soft gaze of a yellow felt face that looked down at the spirit of christmas present with warmth and sadness within his eyes.

" what-what is this?" Frank asked in a shaking voice but you only could chuckle.

"No one can help who they love frank, be they a puppet or a spirit such as us. There will always be something that will block then from one another" it was almost like you were speaking with the wind, your voice rising and falling with each sound.

You slowly turned your body more fragile than a porcelain doll would as your body slowly splintered and cracked more but a smile filled with warmth still remained on your face, as if he wasnt the cause for your breaking state.

"My last kindness and his warning frank frankly, this could be your last Christmas."

You shattered, bits of wood and cloth blew through the raging wind turning into small sparks of light that were swallowed by the darkness of the winter night. Frank could only stare in awe at the sight of your dissapearing form unaware of the tears that slowly left the hooded figures eyes.

I GOT REALLY INTO THIS AND I DONT CARE MY BRAIN JUICE WAS FLOWING! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND I HOPE YOU DONT MIND THE SMALL ROMANCE I GAVE TO GHOST WALLY AND YN! THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!

IM GOING FERAL OVER THIS HOLY JESUS THIS IS AWESOME I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF READING THIS LIKE- AAAAA AND THE LIL’ MOMENT BETWEN GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT! Y/N AND GHOST OF YET TO COME! WALLY BEFORE Y/N SHATTERS IS SO UNDENIABLY SWEET BUT OH MY GOD IT PULLED AT MY HEART STRINGS 😭💕💖

@alice-angel12x ALICE GET OVER HERE YOU GOTTA GET OVER HERE AND READ THIS BRO 👏

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: small moments with rio!!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i am not brainrotting oevr rio i am not i would never do that i swear im not i am not i would never i cant its literally impossible i am not thinking about him more than i should i am NOT who even is rio i dont know who that is he sounds like a total loser imagine being a man named rio i would never brainrot over you

im a liar

rio who wakes you up in the morning with a kiss on your nose and a cheery compliment, your breakfast placed in front of you. he watches you eat it with stars in his eyes, yearning for your approval. he practically jumps out of his skin when you ask him why he’s just standing there and not sharing this breakfast with you, and he’s all too eager to climb into bed and share your warmth (and food.)

rio who takes you around town while you run errands, insisting that he should be here for you in case something happens. he swings your hands back and forth, humming a tune you don’t recognize. you catch yourself staring at him and look away, even though you know he wouldn’t mind. he’s such a beautiful soul, so devoted and good to you, it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the whole world.

rio who whines when you try to feed yourself a sandwich you picked up from a vendor for lunch. his puppy dog eyes are something you can’t resist, so you sigh and give him your sandwich. he beams like you just told him you love him again, and he feeds you your lunch. if your hair threatens to fall into your face, he tucks it behind your ear with the softest brush of his fingertips against your cheekbone. it’s enough to make you pause, but he’s still smiling and motioning for you to keep eating. It's a bit embarrassing, but so long as he’s happy, you’re happy.

rio who turns bright red when you kiss his cream of dessert off his lips while you laugh. you know it’s not fair to tease him, especially when he’s been waiting for years for you to say you’d fallen for him too, but his flustered stumbling and wide eyes are too adorable to resist. he pulls you close and hugs you tightly, and for a moment you swear you can feel the yearning he stored away in his heart for you.

rio who dances with you in the streets when he hears live music, who sweeps you off your feet in a clumsy twirl (mostly on your part, though he doesn’t comment on it.) he spins you around and holds you close, reveling in your smiles and laughter. he wants to cause as many of your smiles as he can. he wants to absorb your laughter into his skin. he wants to be anything and everything that makes you happy because it’s the least you deserve.

rio who tucks you in at the end of the day to make sure you don’t get too cold at night. he stays for a few beats longer than he should, just staring at you and replaying the day’s events in his head. it’s selfish of him to want it all to happen again, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning. he leans over and kisses your forehead, only to freeze at the soft murmur of his name. you thank him for helping you to bed, as tired as you were, and kiss his cheekbone softly before smiling up at him.

and just when he thought he couldn’t love you any more, you prove him wrong.

[spacefi3nd]

a/n - for u neurotoxin ml !!!! I love your works on these three so heres a short drabble since it's taking me sooo long on the longer one ×-× hope i did yhem justice ^^;

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Dabi was gonna die . He was gonna die because Spinner wouldnt stop fucking him . If you had asked him what day it was he probably wouldnt have been able to tell you,all he could think about was the two dicks inside him thrusting into him over and over and over .

His gaze flickered over to the camera and the white haired male behind it . It was all Shigaraki's idea to get him and Spinner like this , he fought at first but he ended up caving like he always did .

A particularly rough thrust brought him out of his head he gasped thighs squeezing around Spinner's waist , the lewd sounds of their bodies filling the room .

"m'sorry m'sorry " Shuichi babbles over and over lips pressed close to his ear "I-Ican't stop I can't I don't know."

Dabi wants to tell him something , anything but he can't . He whimpers brokenly instead wrapping his arms around the others neck pulling him closer.

He can vaguely make out Tomura's voice in the background. "Gonna make a shit ton of money .... been at it for how long .... didn't think it would be this strong.

He feels talons digging into his skin as Spinner cums inside for the umpteenth time , his pace slows though and he pulls out . Dabi unwraps his legs from the other with a shaky breath , fuck he's exahusted..

Spinners not looking any better - body practically slumped over his own . Dabi can't bring himself to protest or care to be honest .His throat feels sore .

The chair creaks as Shigaraki stands up and Dabi can just make him out through the haze of tears . He's holding up his phone camera now cooing softly .. mockingly at them as he snaps pictures- Shuichi is practically too far gone to give anything but a grunt of protest hiding behind his hair and Dabi can't find it in him to move . He's so so tired.

"woow just cant help myself.." Tomura stares down at their entagled bodies with a glint in his eyes . " you guys were acting soo above it before-Now look at yourselves!" .

He grins pocketing his phone as he walks to the doorway.

"Hope you aren't too broken ... I have so much more planned for you guys."

Shigaraki mutters as he's leaving . Camera in hand .

Dabi stays still feeling his body ache the adrenaline fading , he feels wetness dripping down onto his shoulder and the shaky huffs of Spinners breath . He's mumbling something that Dabi can just barely hear .

"S-sorry..Sorry im so sorry . Don't hate me ." He doesnt know what to say - he should get up and leave . Push Spinner away , but he doesn't.

He raises a shaky hand and brushes it through Shuichi's messy hair .

"s'fine.. you-" Dabi winces trying to find the words . "I don't..hate you..." he keeps running his hands through the others hair , loosening the tangles . Its... calming. Dabi knows he's no good with words but he wants Spinner to know for some odd reason that he doesn't hate him .

" I don't hate you , Spinner." He repeats it again and again 'till he can't feel the steady drips of Shuichi's tears and his body rises up and down slowly . Dabi feels a weird sense of ..sadness as he looks at at Spinner's sleeping frame and he wishes briefly in his half asleep mind that Spinner had never met Shigaraki.

[enid-rhees]

— i found you ; elisia brown x fem!reader

— summary ; the monkeyman situation tore you guys apart, but brought you and Elisia closer.

you were tired. but it was over.

that’s what you tried to tell yourself, at least. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at your phone. that fear has paralyzed you. every time it rang, or a message came through, you felt paralyzed by fear.

you couldn’t close your eyes. if you did, everything replayed in your head. the screams, gunshots, crying. everything. you didn’t want to live like this anymore.

after tossing and turning for hours, you’ve had no luck getting to sleep. you wondered if this is how your life would be for the rest of time.

your phone buzzed. it lit up, illuminating part of your room, but you couldn’t turn your head to face it. your heart started to beat impossibly fast. this has to be over, you told yourself. then it buzzed again. and again.

the seconds it took for your hand to reach for your phone were heart-stopping. your finger clicked the on button, showcasing 3 messages.

Elisia 🖤: are u awake?

Elisia 🖤: Jake isn’t home. i don’t wanna be alone

Elisia 🖤: i can’t sleep . i still feel everything

you stared at the messages. your heart was still racing, but not because of your fear, but because Elisia texted you. you couldn’t deny that you fell for her in the midst of everything. your fingers worked quickly to unlock your phone and open her messages.

you: im awake, cant sleep either

you: i’m on my way, i’ll be there soon. 🖤

it didn’t take long for Elisia to respond.

Elisia 🖤: 🖤

you got out of bed and slipped on a pair of jeans before grabbing your keys from your bedside table and crawling through your window. you carefully made your way down the side of your house and ran to your car.

the drive to Elisia’s place wasn’t far from yours, which became a convenience for both of you while you tried to figure out who Monkeyman was, or like tonight, when you or Elisia didn’t want to be alone.

you pulled into the lot of Elisia’s trailer house. her cousin owned it, but he was always out doing something. the door opened when you got out of your car, and Elisia ran down the steps and engulfed you in a hug.

stumbling back against your car, you wrapped your arms around Elisia. you breathed in her scent, immediately feeling safe in her arms. “you’re okay, Els. i’m here.” you whispered. “let’s get inside.”

Elisia took you inside and led you to her room. you’ve been here more than anyone else. you sat on her bed, and she followed. “i don’t really have anything for us to do, i just… i couldn’t be alone. i’m so scared.” Elisia whispered, her voice cracking, and you could feel your heart breaking piece by piece.

“it’s okay. i’m more than happy to stay with you, Els. you know that. i’ll stay here forever if you wanted me to.” Elisia let out a small laugh at that, “only if you could.” she said quietly, barely inaudible. “we’re safe when we’re together. no one can hurt us.” you told her.

she looked up into your eyes. you felt weak just by her gaze. the effect she had on you was insane. “i don’t think i can ever… be away from you any longer.” she suddenly said to you. “everything that happened… we stayed together during everything. and i never want to be separated from you. ever again.”

you took her face in your hands, your thumbs caressing her pink-tinted cheeks. “i’m so glad i found you. maybe not under the best circumstances, but i found you, Elisia. and i don’t think i can be away from you either. ever.”

a few moments of silence went by, and then Elisia slowly leaned forward, and her lips were on yours. you kissed back with force, moving your hands down to her waist, and you pulled her on your lap. the kiss went on for another minute, and then you both pulled away and Elisia rested her forehead on yours as she started to catch her breath. “i love you.” she whispered breathlessly.

you kissed her head, her cheeks, her nose, her neck, her wrists, and her lips again. “i love you too. i’ve never been more sure of something before. i’m in love with you, Els.”

she wrapped her finger around yours. “whatever happens next, if something ever does happen, we will get through it. together.” she vowed.

you nodded, “together.”

[xseizure-candyx]

*tries to be mean- fails*

Dan x reader

(Introductory chapter, thats all)

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the sun was bright, the sky clear and the breeze was cool, all this to say that i was having the worst day of my life atm. my dad was being the biggest dick head in the entire world and because he cant handle any kind of emotion or female at that he kicks me out in the blink of an eye, im sorry but im not a maid. i had to pack in a day, be out and hunting the next, and just yesterday was i approved to move into my new apartment, my own space that i can dominate to do what i want, i should be happy to be on my own at my big age of 21 but for some reason i feel bad for leaving an old man alone, but then again im not dealing with his yelling and commanding for any longer. at this moment i am moving in, i have to carry each, and every, LARGE BOX, up stairs and into my apartment MYSELF. i make my way back down to the moving van and so happen to see someone standing by it with two other people i don't know, i got a little anxious because i wanted to be a bit more on the down low but damn, three people at once. as i got closer i was able to register the people, a tall built blonde, an average sized purple haired woman and a short dark haired man. they seem friendly from afar but as i got closer and into their bubble the small mans energy makes me a little more on guard, i didn't say a word as i got closer because all i heard was the smaller man ranting about how no one was allowed to move in because its only ever an inconvenience to him and how all people are stupid and problems only come from new people. i just stood behind him and listened, by the time the other two noticed me but he was facing away from me, they looked at him and pointed in my direction. He was mid sentence when he glanced my way "OH, AND I SUPPOSE YOUR THE-" he abruptly looked me over and clasped his hands behind him and straightened his back "ooooh, you must be my new neighbor! im dan and this is my best friend Chris........and his wife Elise" he gestured to the other two people who were waving at me "hello, and welcome to the neighborhood i hope you're not moving all of this in yourself" Elise said, i smiled and introduced myself "its nice to meet you, im (y/n)". dans eyes haven't moved from my form at all but i act like i don't notice how weird he is to not hurt his feelings or embarrass him " uuuh, yeah. im kinda on my own but ill be ok" i smiled tiredly. Elise and Chris immediately volunteer to help me carry boxes into my house but i deny it to be nice, though i really do need help "dont worry (y/n) its not a problems at all we wouldn't want you to tire yourself out on your first day in your new apartment" Chris said. i smiled and looked at all of them " thank you so much, you guys are some of the kindest people I've met so far" i purposely didn't make eye contact with dan when saying that, and it caused him to to quip in " i can help, im nice too!" feeling bad i looked at him and smiled " of course id appreciate it, and maybe i can make us all dinner when we are finished" the blonde man with a box already in his arms snapped his head in my direction "yes please" and i giggled at that, hes funny and his wife is really sweet, i might want to consider a friendship, but dan is.... i don't know right now but we'll see.

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After placing a few things that need to be put in place, i sat chris elise and dan in the living room and allow them to pick what to watch and even play games, but dan was consistent on getting in the kitchen to stare up at me and ask questions every 5 minutes like a toddler. I give up and sigh "look dan if your going to ask so many questions then you might as well put on that apron and help" it was silent, but seconds later dan has a stepping stool pulled up next to me and is wearing a frilly pink apron, i giggled at how willing he is to help me all of a sudden, hes been quieter ever since hes first saw me, almost like hes thinking constantly but about what, its not like hes not enjoying my company, i show him what to cut and how to cut it and he listens, him helping is making the process quicker. We both go to grab the last tomato and our hands touch, his on top of mine, even though i did jump a little he didn't move away at first, as if he liked the contact, when he did pull his hand away he was furrowing his brows and blushing "I-I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO FEED MR MUMBLES" and ran through the door and im assuming to his apartment. 'hm....whats all this about now' I shrug it off and scramble to finish the pasta i was making and go to sit with chris and elise with our plates "hey wheres dan" i shrugged my shoulders and sat his food in front of him and elise and sit with my own "something about feeding mr mumbles, i suppose its a cat or dog but ill head over and give him his food later im hungry right now" and with that we all ate, and after we ate we talked and even played games, and when it was time for them to leave it was late, i walked them to their car and hugged them both "thank you guys for all the help, i couldnt have asked for a better first experience and i hope we can become good friends" i say and smile "well with that meal you just cooked us consider us buddies!!!" Chris said out of his window "yea well be sure to keep in touch and maybe we can help you seek out stuff for your apartment too!" Elise had quipped, and after all of our goodbyes they drove off. After i watch them drive off i make my way up stairs and back to my apartment, as im passing each window i stopped by dans because i heard what sounded like ranting but it wasnt like earlier, where he was angry and sporadic but more low and gentle, sounded like he was kinda disappointed or sad. An idea pops into my head, maybe hes just alone and doesnt like when he feels left out, so i headed to my apartment and got two slices of cake and his dinner and went to dans, i will share this cake with him and hopefully become best neighbors and even friends, maybe then he wont be so awkward, i knocked on his door and smiled for hospitality, but for some reason it took a short while for dan to answer. i go to knock again when the door is swung open and dan is standing there looking a little down, not sad but not too enthused either "hey dan....i noticed you missed dinner so....i thought id bring it over for you, also i was hoping we could share dessert and you know...talk, get to know each other?" For a split second fear was shown on his face and while his eyes darted around his apartment he wasn't looking too sure"i-i would be honored to enjoy dessert with you, its just- my apartment is a mess" and he held his door wide open in shame. i peer in with no visible reaction but holy hell was it cluttered, usually people with depression or deteriorating mental state cant clean or notice when its too dirty, they just dont process it the same. I frown dont at dan with sympathy "dan im not one to judge but have you ever consider asking for help, i mean im sure no one wants to see you like this" his eyebrows furrow and he clenches his fist "NO BECAUSE IM NOT WEAK I CAN HANDLE THINGS ON MY OWN" aah there it is "what if i offer to come over and help ill even make us lunch" i say sweetly, purposefully sounding cute, he groans and blushes, then fidgets with his hands "ok but......dont mock me or use this against me, ill ruin your life" he said the last part as a threat, i smiled

[handhelld]

Make Up, or Make Out chapter 2 is here baybeeeee

i hope yall enjoy

[theprettyarachnid]

could you write some arcane char hcs when their S/O is wearing lingerie for them waiting in the bedroom? Maybe some NSFW bonus points?

a/n: my room was pitch black and i got blinded when i opened my computer screen also im really tired so excuse any grammar mistakes thank you <3 <3

warnings: suggestive/nsfwish

Jinx

🕷 "woah...! what's this?"

🕷 She teases you to distract you from how flustered she is

🕷 Jinx makes you do a little twirl in it before asking where you got it

🕷 For her of course, definitely not for you

🕷 She likes to trace any lace (if any) while kissing you

Vi

🕷 She stares for a good minute before actually registering anything you're saying

🕷 "what? oh, oh yeah... so how long have you been hiding this?"

🕷 Vi isn't embarrassed, she's just awestruck from the way you look

🕷 definitely staring at them tiddies

🕷 After taking the whole image in, she doesn't waste much time

🕷 Will either just jump on you or yank you to the bottom of the bed

Caitlyn

🕷 please i love her

🕷 She tries to act really smooth at first but the closer she gets to you, really seeing the detail of the lingerie and how it fits you, the more she kind of falls apart

🕷 "i told you [insert color] looks amazing on you"

🕷 Likes to run her hands down your body

🕷 Caitlyn likes to take her time, especially when it involves you

🕷 It's honestly painstakingly slow how long she takes to take off the lingerie and she teases you while doing it

Ekko

🕷 i imagine him making the fuckboy face when he sees you

🕷 Endless compliments about how you look

🕷 He's such a gentleman when taking it off because he knows it might've been expensive <3

🕷 Ekko probably likes vibrant colors because it's a nice contrast against your skin

🕷 Kneads your thighs

🕷 The second he's about to actually do anything he realizes he forgot to lock the door and is scrambling just to get back to you as fast as possible

Viktor

🕷 He usually sleeps at the lab so its a rare occasion that you get him to yourself with zero interruptions

🕷 "Seems like someone's missed me."

🕷 Viktor has an amused but adoring look on his face while walking over to you

🕷 Gently pulls you off the bed and kisses your hand

🕷 Likes to wrap his arms around your waist kissing you while he touches the somewhat transparent fabric

🕷 Viktor praises and compliments you as he takes the lingerie off

🕷 If it's one of those lingerie that has a choker, he has to stop himself from moving to quickly

🕷 It's an appreciated surprise for sure

🕷 wear it under your outfit and see what happens

Jayce

🕷 His cheeks get so red looking at you

🕷 He starts stuttering and pausing while trying to look away but failing each time

🕷 "you.. look a-amazing"

🕷 you cant convince me that jayce doesn't get easily flustered

🕷 Eventually he cools off but it takes him a second

🕷 Jayce might pretend to be embarrassed for a bit longer just so you walk over to him

🕷 The second you do though, he picks you up and wraps your legs around him

🕷 He squeezes your waist if you're ticklish there just so he can hear you laugh

🕷 Jayce leaves a lot of hickeys but only in places where he's allowed to see

Silco

🕷 He probably bought the damn thing for you

🕷 He definitely takes everything into consideration when he buys you clothes like how it'll fit you, what color would look best, if you'd be comfortable in it even though it wouldn't matter much by the end

🕷 Silco is actually very pleased when he sees you in it and asks whether or not you like it

🕷 Depending on your answer is how he takes it off

🕷 If you say you like it, that shit gets ripped off just so he has an excuse to get you another one

🕷 Unlike Jayce, he isn't really considerate with the placement of his hickeys

🕷 There isn't enough concealer in the world baby, im sorry

Vander

🕷 No thoughts just big, tough hands touching soft skin

🕷 His jaw drops

🕷 Vander gives you a compliment about how you look while chuckling before pulling you into a kiss

🕷 He likes the lingerie that is similar to a dress because it's more ✨ accessible ✨

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

What about Geralt discovering how awesome and safe it feels to be the little spoon? Any pairing is good, but I do have a weakness for Jaskier/Dandelion helping Geralt learn how to let himself be taken care of.

what about me projecting so hard im not even sure if this makes any sense? more likely than you think.

Warnings: i went with geraskier, idk why this is a warning but im rolling with it, biiiiiig self depreciation on Geralt's part, jask goading geralt into asking for things he wants/needs, snuggles? idk. i should just start using ao3 tags here lol

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Geralt hadn’t realized just how much Jaskier held back in his presence until he saw the bard with a lover for the first time. Not in a libido sort of way, though Geralt could smell that well enough, but in his affinity for touching and holding.

Jaskier would cradle his love of the week and stroke their cheek and run his fingers through their hair every second he could. And what confused Geralt even more, was how the object of his affections preened under his attention, even when said attention was absent-minded and automatic. He’d known this particular fling to be rather standoffish, very much the gritted teeth and harsh glaring type when people attempted flirting or any sort of casual touching.

When Geralt asked them about it after Jaskier had made his dramatic exit, they smiled wistfully and shook their head, “Ask him. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to explain it to you of all people…”

That, of course, meant shit all to Geralt, but after weeks of biting his nails and working up the courage, he asked Jaskier how he managed to get so close, so intimate with people.

He just received a confused look in return, “Well… the same as with you?”

Geralt could only frown and sit down on a stump across the fire from his bard, his silent request for an explanation. He was never close with other people. The most intimate he got outside of some meaningless sex here and there was letting Jaskier tend his wounds.

“Trust. And respect I guess… why do you ask?”

“No reason…” Geralt muttered, staring into the flames as an embarrassed blush crept up his neck. The self-consciousness that had delayed him asking for so long rushed back over him and he began to regret saying anything. Come to think of it, Jaskier had probably just misunderstood him. Considering he’d insinuated Geralt had ever been intimate with… oh. His frown deepening, Geralt stared even harder into the fire as he came to the first realization of the night. Jaskier had meant ‘the same way I��m intimate with you’.

The bard was at his side without making a sound, joining him on a stump with their thighs just barely touching, “Ask me,” he whispered, pausing to give Geralt a chance to do so before adding a soft, “Please?”

“It’s not the same, is it? You don’t- ...you don’t hold me like that…” Geralt wasn’t sure his voice could come out any smaller if he tried, and he was certainly trying to sound casual. He hadn’t realized he was jealous. Hadn’t realized the reason he ached wasn’t that he was tired or dehydrated, but because he yearned to be treated so gently.

“No, it’s not,” Jaskier confirmed. The hand resting on his thigh right next to Geralt’s twitched in indecision before Jaskier hooked his pinky around Geralt’s where it rested on his knee, “I’m far more careful with the people I couldn’t stand to lose.”

The subtle but intentional touch had Geralt’s heart racing as he stared at where their fingers were interlocked. He’d gone over reason after possible reason in his head that Jaskier would keep his distance, but the truth was almost incomprehensible. Of all the things Geralt had been to people over the years, irreplaceable wasn’t one of them. He may have been special to the mages at Kaer Morhen, but to be treated with such care that he didn’t even realize he was being protected and kept close? It almost made him dizzy.

“If you asked,” Jaskier whispered, his own puls racing almost in double time with Geralt’s, “I would hold you closest and dearest. I’d give you everything I have.”

Slowly, so as not to send the wrong message, Geralt turned his hand over and laced his fingers between Jaskier’s, “I’d- I think I’d like that…”

As Jaskier pulled him over to a bedroll and laid so Geralt was pressed with his back against Jaskier’s chest, the witcher thought he’d never been so selfish in his life. When Jaskier cradled his head in the crook of his arm and hooked the other arm over Geralt’s waist to hold him impossibly closer he started to feel guilty. He was warm and comfortable and he’d never felt safer with someone at his back, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was taking something that wasn’t meant for him.

Almost in answer to his thoughts, Jaskier murmured into his hair, soothing and gentle, “I’d hold you for hours and hours if it made you believe you were worth the love I have for you.”

It took longer than he’d like to admit for Geralt to realize why his breathing was ragged and his face felt wet, “I’m- I’m not sure that’s fair of me to ask of you.”

“Then don’t ask. I’ll give it freely if you’ll take it,” Jaskier hummed, brushing Geralt’s hair back from his cheek so he could place a light kiss there, “I want to make you feel safe and loved.”

Geralt grit his teeth and fought the fresh well of guilt bubbling up in his chest. Here his bard confessed his love, practically pledged to heal his crumbled heart, and all Geralt could do was cry. Even when he tried, he couldn’t make the words he longed to say pass his lips.

“I cant- Jask I can’t say it-”

“Shhhh,” Jaskier squeezed him tight as he placed another kiss at the back of Geralt’s jaw, “You don’t have to. We’ll get there… This is enough. You are enough.”

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

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It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

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His Mother’s Garden.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | enemies to lovers

a/n : this is so random bye :”

"y/n, come down here for a minute, darling. i have something to tell you" y/n sighed slowly getting up from her lovely bed as she heard her mom called her to come downstairs.

"yes, mother?" her mom greeted y/n with a big smile while her father sitting on the couch, y/n feels like she was going to be interrogated, she grabbed a bottle of water and drink.

"sweetie go pack your stuff and dress nicely, we're going to stay at Malfoy Manor for 3 days." she felt as if her breath got taken away somewhere when she choked on the water, her mother worriedly run to her and smack her back.

"pardon me, mother. but i think i've misheard about what you just said" y/n's mother just chuckled at her daughter's reaction.

"no darling, you heard it right, we're going to stay at their place"

"but why so sudden, mother? you know i hate their son" y/n whines loudly thinking about how awkward it is to spend the day with the malfoys.

"well i met narcissa earlier in gringgots, its been so so long, you know we're very close when we were young, and your dad here is working at the ministry with lucius malfoy too, darling. so we really have to catch up" her mother explained it with her bubbly energy, she did tell y/n how she and narcissa were basically best friends in their time.

"but why do we have to literally stay there? we could've just hung out there and then go back home" y/n frowns, taking a seat beside her father.

"of course not, narcissa is the one who suggested the idea and it would be rude of me to reject it, now dont be a baby and do as i say its only for three days, honey. this is the end of the discussion or we're gonna be late" her mother cupped her cheeks smiling so wide and give her a little kiss on her right cheek before taking her hand and shoved her to go back to her room.

she goes to her room, started to packing while blabbering about her mother, she picked a pleated skirt and putting on a knit sweater, she put on a light makeup and grabbed her sneakers, she doesnt want to dress up so much because she didnt want to go in the first place.

she takes her bag with her going downstairs seeing her parents already waiting at the front door, she huffed.

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"ah, finally the (your surname)'s here! y/m/n, who is this lovely lady, is this y/n? oh my god, you've grown up" narcissa said as she hugs y/n after she hugged her mother greeting her family, y/n smiles and nod turning the gesture politely.

"lucius, draco! hurry, come here."

both of the platinum blonde-haired men appeared at the door, lucius greet y/n's father, giving y/n a small nod, but draco stayed behind his parents, just looking up and down at y/n smirking making her rolled her eyes at him.

the malfoys lead her family in, showing their room for their stay, the house elves taking their things. as y/n wanted to follow her parents, a hand grabbed her wrist stopping her steps.

she looks up only to meet the boy she loathed so much in their school. draco lucius malfoy.

"not so fast y/l/n" draco pulled her closer, a smirk still plastered on his lips.

"get your filthy hand off of me, ferret. i’m not in the mood." y/n snickered yanking her hand back.

"ooo, feisty. listen y/n, i just want to make a peace for awhile. at least can we try to be civil? i dont want to ruin our parent's moment, and besides that, you're staying in my house, i dont want it to be awkward." draco rubbed the back of his neck staring at her.

"ugh fine, whatever draco" y/n turns and run to follow her parents not wanting to talk to draco for any longer, leaving draco behind who just rolled his eyes at her behavior.

the day goes on so fast, their parents talked and chatted all day, leaving draco and y/n no choice but just to listened and joined their conversation, they both wonder if their parents ever get tired, as the night finally came, everyone already going to their rooms.

y/n wake up from her sleep groaning, she took a look at the clock, it was 2 am.

she rubbed her eyes, her throat feels so dry, she decided to go downstairs to grab a drink before going back to sleep.

"what are you doing at this hour, y/n?" y/n turns around from the refrigerator finding draco who stood behind her with his grey sweatpants. merlin's beard, he looks hot.

"cant you see im drinking, idiot"

y/n close the refrigerator and started to walk back to her room wanting to avoid draco as fast as she can but she only made three steps before draco pushed her against the refrigerator trapping her making y/n let out a squeal.

"you’ve got a big mouth, dont you sweet thing?" draco smirk seeing her flushed face, he pressed his body closer to her making her cheeks heated.

"d-draco i-"

"sshh, cat got your tongue now, hm?" draco rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip, tugging at it making y/n shivered at his touch.

"oh i see you like this, yeah?" draco leans into the crook of her neck, his hot breaths against her neck got y/n to rub her thighs together and draco placed his knee between them keeping her thighs apart.

he starts to pressed kisses along her neck causing her breath hitched, her panties are dampen when she takes a look at his lower part and his hard on brushed against her heat, she let out a soft moan and quickly pushed draco away from her.

"i- i should go" y/n runs to her room, cursing herself, draco behind her just chuckled deeply, satisfied at her reaction, but now he got some problem to take care of.

the next day came, y/n didnt get so much sleep after her last interaction with draco, just thinking about it makes a blush appeared on her cheeks, she threw away the thought of touching herself last night.

she quickly made her way to the bathroom and took a shower.

she just finished showering, putting on a bathrobe and letting off the towel on her head, but as she looked at the mirror, she screamed.

why is her hair green?!

only one name crossed her mind, she runs downstairs to get her target with anger bubbling up inside her.

"draco lucius malfoy! you better come back here! turn my fucking hair back to its color!" y/n yelled, running as fast as she can, catching draco who already ran away from her, without stopping his laughter.

"dont worry y/n, you look good with g-green" draco was panting heavily still laughing, he was still running but stopped at his mother's garden hiding behind it, hoping that y/n didnt catch him here. a smile never leaving his face.

but before draco could react more, he got tackled to the ground, y/n was hovering above him, her wand on his throat, threatening him.

she keeps talking but all he could think about was how hot y/n look on top of him, her new hair color still wet enough to drip the water down to his face, her top of the robe is low enough to show him her cleavage.

he quickly made his eyes back up to her, he would lie if he said this didnt turn him on.

"draco did you hear what i said? turn my hair color back!" y/n pushed his chest back down but her face redden as she realizes what was she doing right now, she quickly gets off of draco but only to be flipped over by him.

y/n was about to say something but got cut off by draco silencing her mouth with a kiss, he kissed her harshly, y/n was still in shock but not for long she melted into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss, they're practically swallowing each other faces, tongues fighting over the dominance, moans coming off from their lips without breaking the kiss.

memories of last night coming back to their minds.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot. do you want this y/n?" draco said as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

"yes, yes please, draco" with that, draco attached his lips to her neck, sucking and biting making a mark of his.

y/n rolled her hips on his crotch grinding against him making him let out a soft grunt, he pulls away to admire his work and he goes to untie her robe but not before he asked her permission, she nodded vigorously.

draco untied her robe making her body fully exposed in front of him, he moaned softly at the view and his lips instantly latching onto her nipple sucking and pulling it between his teeth softly making the girl squirmed. his other hand grabbed her breast squeezing it, he was amazed at how her breast fit perfectly in his hand.

y/n tugged at his shirt signaling she wants it off, draco gets the hint and takes it off, she pulled his sweatpants down making his hard cock slapped up to his stomach. she whimpered at his size wondering if it gonna fits in her.

draco groaned at the feeling of her hand pumping his cock up and down, her thumb playing at his red swollen tip, precum already oozing out of it. he stopped her hand before he cums right there.

he spreads her legs wider making the perfect view of her glistening cunt in front of him, he licks his lip, started to kiss her thighs before going to her core making her body jolted out.

"draco.. please, do something" draco smirk, he loves how he gets y/n to beg him, she sounds so hot, begging suited her.

he licked up her slit before sucking on her clit, he moaned at her taste, sending vibrations to her body, y/n gripped his hair tightly moaning his name over and over again as draco's tongue thrusting in and out of her hole.

he then inserts two fingers in her and pumping them inside of her fast, curling them inside, his tongue still licking her cunt lapping up her juices, y/n already a moaning mess.

"yes! draco right there! right fucking there.. oh god im gonna-"

of course.

of course he pulled out, right before y/n could ever reach her high leaving her whining and glared at him in anger, draco chuckles looking at her face.

"stop being so fucking greedy, y/n. you only allowed to cum when my cock is buried deep inside you" draco pumps his cock tapping it against her cunt, lining his tip up and down at her clit, y/n gets impatient but draco pushed her hips down to stop her from moving.

he slowly pushed in his entire length inside her, both of them cant help but moaning each other’s name out loud, inch by inch filling her inside. draco stopped to let her adjust as he fully inside her. he wants her to feel every part of him. y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, nodding at him to move.

"god- you're so tight y/n, i cant barely move. do you know how long i've been wanting to have you under me" draco's breath tickling her neck as he buried his face on her neck, slowly picking up his pace as he thrusts in and out of her.

"yes- fuck.. harder draco i want it rough and fast, please" draco was shocked at how y/n think her tight little pussy could take him rough and fast, but he obeyed anyway.

he grabbed her legs, putting them on his shoulder and begin to thrusting harder, rough and fast like she wanted making her cried out at the angle.

"fuck! you're such a slut y/n, letting me fuck you senseless in my mother's garden, dont you scared at the thought of getting caught, hm? oh i bet you would love that, right?" y/n only could mutter a low 'yes' as draco keep pounding at inhumanly pace making her whole body shake.

"what is it? i cannot hear you, my little slut" draco gripped her throat with his hand, pressing their foreheads together as he stared deeply into her soul not even stopping his thrusts.

"y- yes draco im your slut, i'd love tha- g- god please.."

"stop stuttering." draco's hand move down to twirling her nipples in his fingers and pinch them lightly making her yelp.

"draco?"

draco and y/n stopped their activities for a minute, staring at each other in horror, draco smirk down at her while she stared at him in confusion.

he starts to move again, snapping his hips harder, making y/n gasped, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. draco was thankful that the bushes hiding their ungodly activities perfectly.

"yes, mother?" draco said casually as if nothing was happening right now, he quickens his thrust, going deeper and harder into her while a tear rolled down on y/n's face at the feeling of the knot in her stomach tighten and she had to hold her moans.

"what are you doing there, draco?" narcissa asked as she cant found her son anywhere, only hearing his voice.

"im doing some school stuff mother, i'll be quick and head inside" draco answers holding his moans between his words feeling he would cum any sooner, he hoped his mother take the hint and leave already.

like draco expected, narcissa gives him an 'okay' before going back inside the manor but not without the hesitation in her voice but she left anyway.

"fuck.. you almost got us caught y/n" draco chuckles as his hand left her mouth, a loud moan suddenly escaped her lips.

"you're insane draco, why didnt you s- stop- oh my god.. gonna cum"

y/n cried out she cant even finishing her sentence as draco brings his hand down on her clit, rubbing in circles, getting her closer to her high, his other hand going back to choking her, he leaned in to capture her lips to hold his own high, he wanted her to cum first.

and within seconds, y/n came undone, it hit her hard causing her legs to shake, her eyes screwed shut seeing the stars all she could remember was his name when she moaned it out loud.

draco look down at his cock covered with her juices milking him, he moaned loudly and with the last thrust he collapsed on her, spurting out all of his warm thick cum inside her, painting her walls white making the girl moaned too feeling so full.

he moaned her name into her ear sending butterflies to her stomach as he rides out their orgasms. draco pulled out slowly making y/n winced, their mixed liquids dripping down to their inner thighs.

"merlin. that was so fucking hot, y/n" draco said reconnecting their lips, kissing her with passion and emotion this time.

"that was more than being civil, draco" y/n laughs making draco join her laughter too. he starts to dressed himself back up.

"there i thought we were enemies" draco said as he cleaned her up and tying her bathrobe back.

"oh we are, i still hate you" y/n poked his cheek making draco laughed.

"didnt seem like it 5 minutes ago" draco said as he captures her lips on his again as he finished cleaning her.

"round 2 in my room tonight?" draco asks as he pulled away. y/n smirked at him.

"only if you turn my hair color back" and he pulls out his wand from his pocket and swished it turning her hair back to its natural color.

both of them heading back to the manor, feeling excited and new. they stopped at their parents already waiting for them to show up in the living room with a mix expressions worn on their faces making draco and y/n blushed madly.

"im glad we decided to stay." y/n's mother breaking the silence making the room filled with laughter.

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Winters Sorrow - Jaskier x reader

A/n: Been writing this for two months. Finally finished, thought i share. let me know if i should continue this or not.

Pairing: Jaskier x fem!reader (romantic)

Summary: right after season 2, Geralt and Yennefer want to get Ciri safe somewhere. Jaskier has a thought that leads them to another one Jaskier's lover although this one is different

italics= flashback

“We cant stay here Ciri.” Geralt says to the child of destiny. Her big green eyes staring at him doe eyed in fear hoping he has all the answers. He wish he did.

 “Where will we go?” She asks looking back and forth toward him and Yennefer. He meets the mages purple eyes and it didn’t take a mind reader to guess that neither of them had no idea. Kaer Morhen was no longer safe for her or the remaining Witcher’s. Yennefer was still wanted in the North kingdoms and Aretuza was not giving her any more chances. The world seemed against the small family, it would take a miracle for them to find someplace safe, someplace-

 “Might I interject with a little idea of my own?”  Jaskier says from the corner of the table where he had been filling his mouth with food Lambert had cooked that morning.

 “Oxenfurt is out of the question.” Yennefer interjects.

 “Well good thing that wasn’t my suggestion,” He rolls his eyes, “I know a place West of here.”

 Geralt shifts in his chair looking at Jaskier in the eyes, Cirilla watches in amusement as the bard twitches under the Witchers gaze.

“How do you know this place?”

“…old friend.”

Geralt shakes in head while Yennefer’s head falls to her hands.

“Jaskier this is serious-“

“Well so am i. Please trust me. It’s the safest place I know.”

The Witcher and Bard have a silent communication with their eyes, Jaskier pleading and desperate, Geralt stern and unwavering but trying to understanding. It doesn’t take long for a decision to be made.

 “Tell me again, why we are letting him lead?” Ciri asks from atop of the horse shes sharing with Geralt.

“Because I trust him.”

Yennefer rides alongside them, the bard a couple of feet in front them. The horse walk slowly.

“ Yes but aren’t Jaskiers friends the more promiscuous types? He could be leading us to a whore house for all we know.”

 “You know I can hear everything your saying.” Jaskier stops to turn around, annoyed once again with the mage.

 Yennefer shrugs. “Why don’t you explain this mysterious friend? When did you meet her?”

 “Umm,” Jaskier fiddles with his fingers missing the lute he would play when he would feel nervous, “around that time, up in the mountains.”

 An awkward silence fills the forest.

 “What happened in the mountains?” Cirillia asks

 No one says a word, Geralt clears his throat signaling for Jaskier to continue his story.

 Jaskier takes a deep breath. “I was making my way down a mountain perfectly safe and sound and very much aware of the direction I was going until..i wasn’t. that’s when she appeared….”

 “Stupid Geralt, and stupid Dragons, and Yennefer. How is it we always fun in to her. Pfft. Who needs them am I right? Jeez who am I talking to. Im talking to myself again.” Jaskier when like on and on as he traveled alone not knowing where he was going.

 “Right seems like the right way to go.” He snickers at his own poorly unoriginal joke.

 His feet were beginning to get tired as was the rest of his body. His stomach began to beg for food not used to going for so long without.  Without thinking he takes a break near a tree, playing his lute softly until he himself falls asleep to his own strumming.

When he awakens its night and cold. There are things in the woods making awful noises that he could not identify. He knew he could not stay put so he continues his journey hoping for the best.

Hes about to take one step forward when hes pulled by the back of his jacket, before he could scream a hand is placed across his mouth. He opens his eyes slowly, not realizing he had them closed before. And he is met with a pair of big beautiful eyes. The woman in front of him points to the sky, he looks up to see a giant spider Sleeping soundly in a web. A web that Jaskier would have destroyed by walking into and perhaps awoken the spider. The woman grabs his hand and leads him away from the monster. He doesn’t question where their going, only that her hand is warm and it feels nice placed around his.

               They arrive near a cottage, its small and modest and seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

“This is my home,” She says as they enter, “Please make yourself comfortable.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know the closet town from here would you?”

“5 miles from here on foot.”

Jaskier smiles. “so I was close!”

“well where I found you were heading in the opposite direction.” She chuckles. He blushes.

A soft silence falls upon them, the only sound being the burning fire.

“So you’re a bard?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “How’d you know?”

“I just assumed with the lute and clothing. What were you doing in the forest at night?”

He sighs. “It’s a long story.” His hands absentmindly go back to playing the lute, it plays a sorrow filled melody replaying the noise of the fire with the new music.

She feeds him that night and gives him a bed to sleep in. Her kindness he knows he would forever be grateful.

In the morning shes ready to see him off. But hes not exactly ready to leave her just yet.

“Can you come with me,” he asks, “just so I don’t get lost. These forest are trickly, don’t you think?”

She accepts immediately, claiming to need certain herbs and furs to buy, when in reality she didn’t.

They ended up walking into town, and when they were to part ways, Jaskier asked if could accompany her to the Markets, which led to him asking if could walk her back, which led to them talking for hours and hours till it was night and She insisted he stay. And he did.

That became the routine for them for awhile. A strong friendship born between two lonely strangers. It became so much more when he caught her early in the morning attempting to play his lute. All the note were wrong and out of place, an usually Jaskier would despise whoever put their grimy hands on his prized possession but he couldn’t help but adore the look of determination of her face as she tried to mimic his fingers.

He guides her hands across the neck of the lute, his fingers strumming along with hers. And when she finally smiles after getting it right for the first time, he couldn’t help but lean in and press his lips close to hers, closing the distance and feeling her and only her for the moment.

It was a love affair too good to be true. Their nights and days filled with one another, hands and bodies, hips and lips, heart and souls, touching everywhere. Jaskier swore he could be content being here forever. That there was nothing that could kill this love that he had for her.

However, you had a secrete from him. You were a sorceress from Aretuza. Not a powerful one, no, you were meant to be a conduit of Artezua. An eel. However, after learning of what your fate would be, you had escaped, taking destiny in your hands, claiming your life. You had little to no power the most you did was use charms to conceal you home from other sorceress. Other than that, you would not risk using your powers for the mere fear that that would return to kill you. You never told him though what you were. Maybe you were planning on it or nervous but you never did. Instead Jaskier heard it from locals at the market where she would frequently go.

 He was alone buying strings for his lute when he overheard the locals gossiping.

“I hear they’re looking for that witch in the forest.”

“That woman aint no witch.”

“I seen her myself. She healed my brother after getting sliced by some monster by the woods. We would have been dead, had not been for her. See look at the flyer yourself, its her.”

Jaskier extends his head over the gossipers, overlooking their shoulders to take a peep of the flyer. And his worse fear were true when he see’s your face drawn flawlessly on the parchment. At first Jaskier felt anger. Anger at you for not telling him who you were. Then it was fear. Fear for himself that the love he felt for you was not real. That you had enchanted him. He had grown to not trust witches or sorceress after Yennefer..

 “Excuse me. I saved you life, more than once I should add.” Yennefer interjects.

“I’m telling a story don’t interrupt.” Jaskier says. He’s about to continues his ridiculously long story which could have been summed up in three sentences when Ciri now interrupts him.

“Wait, what did you? Did you talk to her? Did she say why she didn’t tell you or?”

Jaskier looks at the ashen haired child, her green eyes big with curiosity. He swallows hard, “I left. I just never went back.”

Geralt stops his horse. “You’re telling me your leading us to a woman you abandoned.”

“Well when you put it that way…”

“What is wrong with you. How do we know she won’t send you away? That she’s even still at this spot you’re leading us? This is not a game.” Yennefer says.

The woods becomes quiet. Nothing but the horses breathing. Jaskier cant face any of their eyes. Truth be told he wanted to see you one last time before all hell spills over the earth. To apologize, to hide in your arms, teach you the lute again, kiss your eyelids while you sleep, he just wanted to do things that lovers did with you. But mostly he needed to know you were alive. Hell, you could hate him and curse his name, he wanted to know you were okay. He was a coward for leaving he knew that now. He would do anything to change his course of action back then. He would slap his past self tell him ride home and talk to you. But he couldn’t do that now. It was too late.

He looks at his new family. Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri all looking at him like he was mad. And maybe he was. Here he was putting them in harms way to just catch a glimpse of you. Just for a moment of that peace he had a long time ago. He was being selfish.

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have listened to me. We shouldn’t have come out here.”

“Jaskier...” Geralt tilts his head

“Don’t Geralt. Don’t give me that look….Lets just forget it and get somewhere safe.”

Geralt wants to say something but he keeps his mouth shut. Yennefer nods and they walk in the opposite direction. Away from you…away from Jaskier peace.

“Yen, we passed by that tree four times now.”

“You don’t think I know that!” Yennefer yells frustrated.

The sun was starting to set and the Witcher family was officially lost. Yennefer hops off her horse along with Geralt and Ciri. They had no other choice but to set camp for the night here. As Yennefer moves to collect sticks for the fire, she stops.

“What’s wrong?” Ciri asks, grabbing her hand.

“its-its an illusion.” Yen says stunned.

“what do you mean?”

Yennefer closes her eyes and mutters a spell in elven. The tress that were all around their path slowly disappear, revealing a path. Jaskier and Geralt look from behind the women amazed.

“Your dear friend must be hiding herself from other mages. It was good.”

“Then how did you find it.” Ciri asks.

“Cause I’m better,” she smirks and starts down the path. “Shall we?”

They all start down the path, Jaskier being the last to follow. Though he kept a steady pace, on the inside he was a nervous wreck wondering if it was you, they were to see. He had dreamt of a reunion with you many times and now that it may be here, he had no idea which way it could go.

The end of the path lead to a small cottage. The same cottage you had pulled him into when you save him from hypothermia, starvation and being eaten by giant monsters. He smiles.

“I’m guessing by that look, this is her place.” Geralt says

“Yes. Yes it is.”

Geralt pushes Jaskier toward the cottage. Jaskier stumbles toward the front door, thinking of the different types of knocks he should try out on your door. But before he can he even get there, the door swings open. And there you are. Still as beautiful as ever. It stuns him, he stops dead in his tracks. How is it you look the same yet even better than his wildest dreams?

He just stares. Your eyes meet his and to say the least you are surprised. You remember Jaskier. You could never get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried. You would never admit it out loud but you dreamt of him every night. Seeing him here in the flesh, you didn’t know how to react. So you stayed there, the door open behind you, your eyes wide, mouth open, thoughts panicking and screaming inside your head.

He breaks the silence. “Hi-“

“Hi? That’s what you say after all this-this time.” The words flow out of your mouth before you can register what he was gonna say. The anger taking over your body.

“I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t mean much. But I am. I truly am.” He lets his words hang in the air.

And though it feels good to hear him say that, it doesn’t stop your face from staying cold as stone and your anger running through the veins.

“Why are you here, Jaskier?”

He flinches at the sound of his name, “I- We,” He gestures to The trio behind him, “Need help.”

You look behind him to see the Witcher, mage, and child for the first time. You take a deep breath.

“You know there’s a town..”

“5 miles from here yes. Its too risky. We needed a safe place. Please, I wouldn’t have bothered unless it was necessary.” His cornflower blue eye shine into yours. You never been one to say no to him.

“Fine, but only for three days, that’s it.”

He sends you a quick smile. You heart beats faster and you curse yourself, knowing that your heart will just get broken again by the bard again. But you couldn’t help it.

Jaskier runs over to the trio, telling them the good news of having shelter for the next few days. Ciri runs ahead of them as yen and Geralt walk slowly side by side with Jaskier.

“Were you able to patch things up with her?” Geralt asks

“What are you, my parents?”

“Just answer the question.”

Jaskier stays silent.

“She looks surprised to see you.” Yen says

“She was angry.” Jaskier replies.

“Shes hurt. Anyone would be if the person they loved just disappeared.”

The couple walk ahead of him, introducing themselves to their host. Jaskier watches as you smile and shake hands, inviting them to your home. Ciri already inside drinking a tea. Your still gentle and kind, not many people like that are left in the world. You catch him starring at you, for a moment he sees the hurt and resentment burrowed in those eyes of yours. Then its gone. You flick you head toward the inside of house.

“You gonna come in?”