#i miss staying up all night actually. the sunrise is nice. but i cant wake up early enough to see it

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Why is pulling an all dayer harder than pulling an all nighter

[izaswritings]

Title: desert dawns

Fandom: RWBY

Synopsis:  Finally in Vacuo, the team gets a chance to breathe... but for Oz, things are a little more complicated.

(Or: in which Oz actually has a nice moment, for once, somehow; team JNR attempt a baking gift, and Oscar is Sir Sleeping Through This Fic. Home may be far away, but that doesn't make where you are now mean any less.)

AO3 Link is here.

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For a moment, Oz does not know where he is.

Eyes open, a ceiling above his head, the sheets are too warm but when he pushes them back something feels wrong—that is not my hand—

Awareness comes back to him. No, he realizes. That is not his hand at all. Oscar’s hand. Their hand.

He is awake. Oscar is not.

Oz takes a moment, sitting up, reorienting himself. The sense of Oscar, there in the back of his mind, is still deep in sleep and doesn’t seem keen on waking up anytime soon. Which is reasonable, Oz admits, looking out the window. The desert sky is as dark as it is clear, and the moon shines down bold and bright. It’s either incredibly late or unspeakably early; if Oz tries to get Oscar up, the boy will no doubt be cross with him.

And yet—Oz is awake, now, and in such a way he is not sure he can sleep again. Neither does the idea of lying still waiting for Oscar to wake up appeal to him. Their lips press. He frowns down at the hands that are not his own. Oscar does not stir. The room the boy shares with team JNR is utterly silent, soundless but for Oz’s own soft breaths.

Oz hesitates, then carefully pushes away the covers. He won’t go far, he decides. He’ll just… make a drink. Hot chocolate, maybe. He’ll sit in the small living room area of this house and watch the sunrise. It’ll at least be something to do.

They have been in Vacuo for almost a week, and even now the pause in the action is unsettling to him. Though kind of Theodore to procure them a place to stay, the almost-peace of Vacuo is weirdly off-putting after Atlas. There’s a tension to it, a sort of hesitation that lingers on, not just in Oz but in all the others, too— waiting, always, for the other shoe to drop.

The anxiety, from Oz and Oscar both, is exhausting. Combined with the heat of the desert, well… they have not been sleeping well at all lately.

Though it isn’t exactly hot now, of course—  with the darkness comes a sharp drop, icy midnights. Oz has always loved this about the deserts: the swiftness with which it changes, the rapid shift in temperature and landscape. He has been reincarnated in Vacuo numerous times, and the memories remain, faint and fond. One incarnation had loved the desert sky so much he’d used to wake up at the break of dawn to watch the sunrise, each and every morning without fail.

Which—  may explain why Oz is up, actually. Old habits die hard, and Oz is nothing if not full of old habits.

He considers this, turning to sit with their feet dangling over the edge of the bed. The desert midnight chill is in full swing for the moment: frost edging the window, icy wind snapping in the air. Oz pulls on a pair of socks—the floor is bitterly cold, and while Oz doesn’t mind it, Oscar might rouse at the sensation—and then drapes Oscar’s jacket on their shoulders. There, warm. If the boy wakes up anyway, he can’t say Oz didn’t try.

He picks up the cane as he heads out the door, and flips it through their hands as he walks.

The house is deathly silent as Oz heads for the kitchen, the whole house under the spell of sleep. The hallway is not nearly as dark as he thought, though, and Oz pauses when he sees why. The kitchen. The door is closed, but light spills out underneath. He can hear the very faint clatter of dishes. Someone else is up?

He considers turning back around, but, well. He’s come all this way for hot chocolate, it seems silly to turn away now. And it’s not like he’s against having company.

Perhaps it’s Qrow. He hopes so, vaguely. They are still not—on the best terms, he and Qrow, but Oz would like to change that. He… misses the other. Sometimes. Which is an incredibly strange feeling, given Qrow is right here with all the rest of them, but well. There is no-one for Oz to blame for that but himself.

He opens the door, stepping into the light, and regrets this decision almost at once.

“Cute boy Oz!”

Their eyes squeeze tightly shut, and Oz inhales deeply. “Miss Valkyrie,” he says. He doesn’t protest the nickname. It is, he has realized with something in his soul that might be despair, apparently useless to try. Eyes open again, he surveys the rest of the kitchen. Jaune Arc and Lie Ren are there too, all awake. A team meeting, perhaps? But why in the dead of night? And— odd. They had not tried to rouse Oscar.

He realizes suddenly he had missed their absence in the room, and frowns. How…unobservant of him.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” he asks, mild, and raises a brow when all three exchange immediately guilty glances. Interesting.

“Um,” says Jaune Arc, and then nothing more.

Well then.

Oz nods, understanding, and moves on into the kitchen, heading for the counter. None of his business, then, and if they don’t want him involved he will respect that. He extends the cane and taps it absently against the ground as he searches. Now, where do they keep the cups? And the powder, too, that’s important. He rifles through the cupboard. Cocoa, cocoa, cocoa… aha.

Lie Ren clears his throat just as Oz is getting down a cup; Oz glances back at him. “Is Oscar…?”

“No. He is still sleeping.” Oz considers the three of them. “I assume this is something you wish to keep from him?” He cannot exactly hide the sudden distaste this idea gives him. Oscar is fond of these three, to such a degree that Oz is beginning to feel the same, if only by proxy—they are Oscar’s friends, his confidants, and at this point, perhaps even his team. This exclusion bothers Oz in a way he cannot deny feels strangely personal.

But already Jaune Arc is waving his hands, looking panicked. “No, no, not like that,” he says, waving his hands down at Oz. “It’s just—um—”

“None of your business,” Nora Valkyrie is insisting, hotly.

“It’s a surprise for him,” Lie Ren says, and both teammates turn on him.

“Ren!”

“You can’t just give it away!”

“He just said Oscar was asleep. It’s fine.” Lie Ren meets Oz’s eyes. “Oscar… misses home. Mistral. He hasn’t said as much to us directly, but…”

“...It’s obvious,” Nora Valkyrie continues reluctantly, when the other trails off. Oz cannot deny that statement. It is indeed very obvious. Oscar had done well in Haven; had managed in Atlas. Vacuo, however, is unlike anything the boy has ever known—he has not complained, but his dejection had been obvious—to Oz, and, apparently to them.

He considers them. “So?”

“He mentioned this thing his aunt used to make,” Jaune Arc says, finally, apparently resigned to spilling the secret in full. “A Mistralian breakfast dish. So we thought, we were going to try…” He gestures. Oz follows his gaze. Pots, pans, ingredients on the table behind them.

“I see,” Oz says, mind whirling. He goes to take a drink, but he has yet to finish the cocoa—powder puffs before Oscar’s face and Oz draws the cup away, frowning down at it. He turns to the sink. Hot water, hot water… “That is kind of you.”

Nora Valkyrie is laughing at him. Oz ignores it with the ease of long years of practice, and reaches for the milk. Fantastic. Hot chocolate at last.

When he turns back around, Jaune Arc is staring at him. “…Don’t you want coffee? Or, like… tea?”

Now, why would he want that? “That is Oscar’s preference,” Oz explains, and sips at the drink. Not nearly as good as his stash at Beacon was, but store-bought powder will have to do. At least it’s sweet.

Even Lie Ren is squinting at him now. “…is that all you drink?”

Oz takes another sip. A long sip. He draws it out. All three children are leaning toward him, enraptured, caught in the spell, looking desperate for an answer. Jaune Arc is about to fall off his seat.

Oz lowers his cup. “Yes.”

Jaune Arc cants to the side. Nora Valkyrie puts both hands on the table and leans toward him, looking delighted. “But!” she says. “You had a teapot.”

“That I did,” Oz agrees. He still misses that teapot.

“Was it just—that whole time—” Her voice squeaks. “Cocoa?”

Oz takes another long sip. Jaune Arc twitches. He hides his smile in the rim of his cup. “Yes.”

Nora Valkyrie puts her head in her arms and cackles. Lie Ren looks exasperated. Jaune Arc looks somewhere closer to despairing. Oz steps forward, still smiling faintly, and surveys their table of food. “Ignoring my drinking habits,” he says, lips twitching with honest amusement when Nora Valkyrie cackles louder, “how goes your cooking attempts?”

Nora Valkyrie stops laughing. All three look at the oven with something like dread.

Oz takes another sip. “I see,” he says, and does his best to keep his laughter entirely internal. He taps the Long Memory against the ground, a rythmic knocking, and considers the problem. Now then. How best to go about this?

Oz looks down at the table, noting the ingredients and calling upon new-old memory. He knows the dish they are talking about. It is Oscar’s favorite, and a Mistralian staple; Oscar’s aunt, however, often put her own twist to the recipe. Oz takes another long drink of cocoa and lowers his cup, decision made.

“Oscar’s aunt makes it with cinnamon,” he says, turning away from the table to head for one of the nearby couches. “Also,” he adds, taking a glance at what looks like to be failed cooking test number one, “it cooks best under gentle heat.”

“Gentle heat,” Lie Ren repeats, sounding disgusted that he had not realized sooner, and Jaune Arc says, “Wait, do we even have cinnamon?”

“I’ll look!” Nora Valkyrie calls, and rockets off to the cupboards.

Oz smiles, faintly, and settles back on the couch, leaning the Long Memory by their side. He finishes his cocoa as they cook, only speaking when he sees a mistake in the making—  less and less as the session drags on, and team JNR gets a hang of the dish. They are not bad at cooking— just chaotic— and soon he feels it’s safe to sit back and watch.

He doesn’t offer much more conversation beyond instruction, however. It is not that he and team JNR are on bad terms—  it is simply that they are on more neutral ones. Oscar adores them, and they appear to adore him in kind; if not for the echo of Pyrrha Nikos who still haunts their footsteps, they would by now likely have started introducing themselves as JNOR. Oz gives them another two months before they start doing it anyway.

So no, they are not on bad terms—but the lingering shadow of Oz’s lies and the lives it cost them still hangs heavy. He suspects they do not blame him for Pyrrha Nikos’ death, for all that he blames himself, but rather they blame him for everything else—the false hope, the lie of possibility, the fact that every chance he gave them made it sound like they could save the world—a chance Pyrrha Nikos took and died for, never mind that the foe she faced was not Salem.

Lie Ren is setting up the dish on the counter, Nora making towers out of leftover ingredients, and Jaune Arc has transitioned to doing the dishes. Even with the hole in their team, Oz thinks, they are remarkably in-tune with one another. He is… glad, to see it. In the face of adversity, they have faltered and stumbled and then grown stronger together.

He may have never given them the same attention he gave team RWBY, but he always thought these three were capable of remarkable things. It is why he let Jaune Arc stay in Beacon, despite his painfully faked transcripts. It is a relief to know, at least on that… Oz wasn’t wrong to give them a chance.

The cooking drags on, and soon, so does sunrise. By the time the sun begins to poke out over the horizon, the final attempt is in the oven to bake, and Nora Valkyrie has bounced over to bother him once again.

She throws herself to sit at the couch armrest, and kicks her feet in the air. Her gaze is thoughtful, considering and suspicious in equal measure, and they both ignore the way her teammates have collapsed in exhaustion on the kitchen table behind her. “You,” she declares at last, “were being very helpful.”

“I am a teacher,” he reminds her.

“Was a teacher.”

“I have a degree,” Oz informs her, dryly. “Multiple, even. Am a teacher.”

She clicks her tongue. “Ugh, what-ever.” She leans back, eyes rolling, and kicks out her feet into the air. Oz waits, watching her, letting her gather her thoughts. At last she seems to find the words. “...Thanks for helping us not fuck up the dish, I guess. Jaune was super worried about it.” She glances back at the table, a momentary flash of worry on her face. “It—it is Oscar’s favorite, right?”

“Oh, no. He hates it.” Her head snaps around. Oz laughs quietly. “I apologize. That was in poor taste. Yes, Miss Valkyrie, it is his favorite. I think… he will like this very much.”

She scowls at him, then blinks, her eyes catching on something—  the Long Memory, resting beside him on the couch. She gives the cane a puzzled look. “You brought your cane with you?”

He looks down; the cane, as it should be, is by their side. He puts a hand on the knob and shrugs. “Yes.”

“You just bring that thing everywhere, huh?”

“It is… dear to me.” He considers her, wondering how to spin this— but her expression is open and curious, her questions meant honestly, not mockingly. For all that Oscar is not awake, Oz can almost feel the echo of his exasperation. He hesitates. “Ah… you could say, Miss Valkyrie, that much like what the dish you are making means to Oscar… this cane, too, reminds me of home.”

Nora Valkyrie stops moving at once, her legs stilling mid-air. Behind them, Lie Ren and Jaune Arc have gone silent, pretending badly not to eavesdrop, and Oz can see them exchanging glances. Nora Valkyrie does not look back, however; instead she looks down at him, considering, her expression strangely solemn. “…Do you miss it, too?”

The question catches him off-guard, and for a moment Oz falters. The memories rise up in flashes, echoes of a different time, different places. A warm house and warmer hearth fire, the table they set for four. The two children, never willing to wait and never wanting to sit still—blue eyes, and a laughing face, a hand in his.

“Yes,” Oz says, after a long moment. The words are stilted. He suddenly feels very old, tired all the way to his bones. He puts down the empty cup.

Nora Valkyrie snatches it up. Oz blinks.

“One sec,” she says to Oz’s blank stare, and flies off to the kitchen. Oz watches, bemused, as team JNR confers around the cup and then repeats his actions from before, making a new batch of cocoa, that Nora then takes back and brings to Oz. She holds it out for him. Oz takes the cup warily.

“Thanks for helping us, old man Oz,” Nora says, and grins. “Give us a warning before Oscar wakes, okay?”

“…Of course,” Oz says, thrown by the new nickname, and watches her bounce back to her team. She chatters, and they laugh, the moment forgotten. He looks down at his cup and takes a sip of the cocoa. It’s not his usual mix—  there’s a bit of spice to it. Cinnamon and chili powder?

…It’s good.

He stares down at it, contemplative, and hesitantly takes another sip. He looks back up at the team. They are laughing, distracted, debating on whether the dish is done or not. All three are smiling.

Oz considers them for a long moment, and then he turns away. This time, he’s smiling too.

Oscar wakes up mid-way through sunrise. When he senses the boy rousing, Oz takes the Long Memory in hand and raps the cane against the ground to alarm the team. They rush to hide the dish, freshly-baked; Oz turns their head to the window, and keeps their eyes on the desert sun.

What…?

“I apologize,” Oz says. In the reflection of the glass, Oscar’s eyes burn gold. “I woke before you. I wanted to see the sunrise.”

Oh. He gets the sense Oscar would yawn if he could. That’s fine… There’s a momentary pause, considering. Then: Why do I taste chocolate?

“It is a perfectly fine drink,” Oz says, in mild protest. Honestly, he has no idea what the boy has against it.

Sure, but in the morning? It’s an evening drink. Coffee is better.

Oz shakes his head, smiling faintly, and fades away to the background rather than rehash the old argument. Oscar’s head dips forward; the boy just barely catches himself from knocking them out against the glass. “Ow.”

Careful.

“Mm-hm.” He rubs his forehead. He goes to turn around—

“SURPRISE!”

—and screams at Nora abruptly popping up and shouting in his face, toppling right off the couch.

…Ah.

“What!?”

“Nora!”

“Ah, we just woke the whole house, didn’t we…”

The house is warm and bright, the desert outside turning a brilliant gold underneath the dawning sun. It is not home— it is nothing more than a temporary stop— but as Oscar splutters and Nora grins and the rest of team JNR clamor up behind her, there is a warmth that lingers on. They help Oscar to his feet and fumble to present their gift; they beam bright at his wordless joy.

The boy is delighted, and his team is pleased— team RWBY and Qrow and the others wander in with calls of confusion and delight and annoyance at the noise— and the smell of cinnamon lingers heavy in the air.

And it is not home, maybe, but it is something half-way there, and so Oz laughs, quiet and sincere, and sits back to watch the show.

[diamondcamefromhell]

Jaskier x fem!Reader pt.5

IT’S THE FINALE!

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

It turned out longer than I intended, but i didnt want to split it up even more, so here it goes. i enjoyed writing it, i hope the time jump didnt mess up with your invesment in the story and what not and i hope you enjoy how this story ends! 

Requests are open  [no smut, everything else goes]

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,993

feel free to leave your reviews of this full story, any and all feedback is appreciated <3

We tried. I promise, we tried to find a home, but nothing felt quite right.

There were a few buildings, we stayed for a couple of weeks, feeling a bliss of finally settling down, but soon, something urged us to move again. A voice telling us this place wasn’t right. We met people too, made some friends, stayed with them for a while. But we ended up on different paths.

We tried solitude too, just me and him, enjoying the nature. We loved that, as I slowly began learning how to play the lute – even if I was horrible at it. Sky preferred the wilderness as well. But nothing felt quite right. Something was always missing.

And then we parted ways. I don’t quite know how it happened. I wish I did. I tried to pinpoint it, but to no avail. We loved each other so much, but yet not enough. Something just didn’t fit. I settled back to my roots – found a bar I actually liked working at. It wasn’t just piss and ale, it was travellers with stories, women encouraging each other.

Sky and Jaskier started going on adventures without me. Each one longer than the last. Until we stood there, as I hugged Sky goodbye, and kissed Jaskier, knowing I won’t see them for a while this time.

Maybe for forever.

It’s been a year since I last heard Jaskier’s voice, and I still wake up at night, craving it like air. I catch myself humming many of his ballads, even the one I hate the most. If any travellers mention any bards, I grill them trying to find out if it could be him.

So far, it hasn’t.

I miss Sky too, but I know he is far happier actually running around, going places. A horse like him could never thrive in the back of a tavern. I now realize bard is a similar way, there is only so much he can write about staying in one place. I had to let them go.

However, I never expected to meet other people from the past.

I serve ale to one of travellers when taverns doors open. I glance at it, not expecting much, but almost drop the cup when I see who walks in.

“Geralt.” I am drowned by a mix of emotions. Part of me wants to run away and hide, pretend I never saw him. Part of me wants to run to him and hug him and tell him how much I missed him. How I much I miss us all. His yellow eyes scan the bar, stopping at me. “Hi.”

“Long time no see.” The other travellers moves out of the way as Witcher approaches me. He hasn’t aged a day in these couple of years. I feel like I am about to cry, so I take a deep breath in, until I see him scan the room. Looking for something.

“Jaskiers not here.” I can’t stop my voice from breaking, and Geralt immediately catches that. Our eyes meet.

“Why? Where is the bard?” I sense a hint of worry in his voice and my sad heart saddens even more.

“He’s fine. I think he is.” I cover my face with my hands, holding back the tears. Barely, tough. “We parted ways, Geralt. I don’t know.”

“Why?” I slam my hand on the table, startling some men who were nearby.

“I don’t know, Geralt. I really don’t know what the fuck went wrong, or where.” My voice shakes. “But ever since that stupid dragon, we been drifting. And we drifted, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.” I press my lips together.

“Yeah. As am I.” I say sarcastically, until I take a breath in, chasing the anger away. “It’s been two years. How have you been?”

“Y/N.” I stare at the Witcher, who literally just ignored my question.

“What?” I bitterly ask, as he sits down.

“You miss him.” Geralt is not taking his eyes off me and I try my best to not crumble under his stare.

“Of course I miss him. Just like I miss Sky.” My voice grows quiet. “Just like we both missed you.”

“I am sorry about that, Y/N.” I know he means it, but I chase his apology out of my mind. I wont allow myself to forgive so easily. I simply can’t.

“Yeah well, it’s a bit too late for that, don’t you think?” I pour him some ale, placing it on the table. “Ale’s on me. Enjoy.”

I walk around the bar, leaving the Witcher behind. I need to catch a breath. I slam the taverns door, breathing in the fresh air. Streets are silent. I glance around, seeing Roach tied to a horse post. I rush to my old friend.

“Hey beauty.” I don’t care if Witcher threatens to break my hands, I hug his horse, who neighs in response.

She looks as healthy as ever. Still strong. I am glad to see her so well. I wonder if Sky is okay, it never once struck me to ask Jaskier if he knows how to take care of horses.

I am not even sure if he can take care of himself.

I chase the thought away, petting Roach. I cant allow myself drift into those dark thoughts. It’s a slope, and I always end up falling all the way to the bottom. I glance at the tavern, not really believing Geralt was sitting there. And he apologized. I wonder what would Jask do, if he was here.

But then, he had a heart far bigger than mine or Geralt’s. He would forgive his old friend in a heartbeat, asking about all the adventures he missed. I don’t realize I’m gripping the reigns and softly sobbing until I hear Witcher grunt.

I wipe away my tears, letting go of Roach, before I face him.

“I don’t believe Jaskier would leave you just like that.” I avoid his gaze. “Tell me what happened, maybe I can help.”

“There is nothing you can do Witcher.” I raise my voice. “People change. Jaskier did. As did I.”

“You still love him.” I now glare at Geralt, but his face remains emotionless.

“Love is not a thing that just goes away. Even if the person you love isn’t there, the feeling stays.” I hiss, as Roach anxiously snorts. “We never stopped loving you, Geralt. I will never stop loving him. But sometimes people leave, and you just have to deal with that.”

“But you both loved each other.” I roll my eyes, not believing I am actually having this conversation with him now.

“You also loved us. But you still left.” I bitterly point out. I hang my head low. “He never stopped singing about you.”

Geralt doesn’t respond, and I wipe more tears that managed to escape. I would go against all the monsters we ever fought just to hear Jaskier sing again. Just to see him annoy the mighty Witcher.

My mind sometimes goes to the day I first met them, and they saved me from a shitty job I had. They showed me the world, showed me how to live. I was convinced I would have to leave them, but with time, that feeling went away.

And then I lost them both. Sky too. I ended up back where I began, even more alone than before. My heart was fuller, sure, but it was fuller of sadness and grief over lost times.

“You want to look for him?” I lift my teary eyes, feeling like I lived a thousand lifetimes already. I wanted to see him again, but I was simply too tired to do it. Too scared of losing him again.

“He knows where to find me, Geralt.” My voice is quiet. “He knows he has a home here, if he wishes to come back.”

“Hm.” I smile as this brings back so many memories, a simple hm taking me years back. I sigh.

“I’m glad you stopped by. I missed you.” I place my hand on Roach, petting her cheek. “I missed her too.”

“You miss adventures, Y/N.” He argues but I smile, with a heavy heart looking back at Witcher.

“I miss having a home.” I confess, realizing my home was with them both. There was something so complete when we all were together, like puzzle pieces, joining. Things weren’t always nice, or easy, but it was home. I felt safe, accepted and loved. Always encouraged to grow. I pull out my silver dagger, the one Geralt gave me, and show it to him now. “This is all I have left now.”

“Don’t you want to look for home?” I shake my head.

“I am not an adventurer, Geralt.” I smirk, handing him the dagger. “I need to settle down.”

He takes it out of my hands, and I pull the other, iron one, out too. He takes that as well. I cant bear another farewell, so I pat his arm, walking back in the tavern, leaving him behind yet again. The rest of the day passes calmly, none of the men ask me about how I know the Witcher.

I don’t rush to tell anything either.

The evening comes and I got to my room upstairs. I try to hurry up and settle in my bed but tonight it feels especially empty. I try my best to stay calm, but tears take over, and I spend another lonely night.

When I finally fall asleep, the bliss doesn’t last long, as nightmares rush in, slashing my throat, shaking me awake. I don’t go back to bed until dawn. I simply can’t. I enjoy the sunrise through my window, breathing in the fresh breeze, looking out as some of townsfolk wake. I hear horses neigh in nearby stable. Chatter starts downstairs.

When I go there, room grows silent. I realize I must look horrible, but I don’t care.

“Y/N, you don’t have to work today.” The tavern owner tells me. He’s an elder man, who in many ways reminds me of Borch. I nod.

“I came here for some ale, that’s all.” I quietly say.

The day goes by. Some of women come and try to comfort me, asking if they can help. I appreciate their concerns, but push them away. I tell them I fine, and I tell myself that, to the point where I almost believe it.

Weeks go by and Geralt seems to become a distant memory again. People at the bar also stop their whispers whenever they see me. I finally manage to sleep for more than two hours. Things are fine again. I can almost pretend I never left the first tavern I worked at. I can almost erase all of the memories.

But sometimes I can still taste Jaskier’s smile.

I sigh, going back to my sad reality, where I am cleaning up ale from the tables. Just how my life was always meant to be. Until I hear a lute behind me.

When I look for the sound, I see him. Just like the first day, wearing a matching pale blue suit. However, this time it’s different, it has gold roses all over it. I see Geralt behind him, looking moody as always. I didn’t expect to see them separately ever again.

Yet alone together.

I stare at bard in disbelief, as he continues playing, but he doesn’t sing. Our eyes meet, and it feels like the rest of the tavern disappears. I am overwhelmed with emotions, so much pain but so much relief to see him again. My heart and all crevices of the soul fill with love and fear of it being ripped away again. Even hope manages to squeeze in.

His melody sounds sad, but hopeful. I could listen to it forever, but then again, I could just listen to him forever. When the music stops, I realize half the tavern is taring at us. Most of them know Jaskier, they have met him before, and some of them saw me talk to Witcher. I guess they never would have put all three of us together.

I don’t blame them.

“Y/N.” My gaze is drawn from the men, back to the bard. His voice proves to me that he’s real. It’s deeper than I remember.

“Jaskier.” I don’t know what to say. What to do. I blink, as if to see if he won’t disappear. I look over his shoulder. “Geralt?”

“I ran into the bard.” His voice rings in my ears as I begin to feel dizzy. This is too much. “I was going this way, so I just stopped by again.”

“Hm.” I say, as the room goes black.

When I open my eyes, I don’t expect to see Jaskier, but yet, here he is, looking down to me as his eyes paint with worry and relief at the same time. I see Geralt standing in the corner, with his eyes also glued to me.

“Oh thank heavens you’re okay.” I look back at the bard, still, short for words.

“What happened?” I ask, my voice cranky.

“You passed out.” I roll my eyes at Witcher, trying to sit up. Jaskier rushes to help me, but I don’t allow him. Pushing his hands away, sitting up myself.

“I figured that much.” I glance at Jaskier. “Why are you here?”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me.” My heart aches and I want to reach for his hand, but I stop myself.

“I am. Truly, I am. I just, I don’t understand.” I close my eyes, slowly breathing in.

“Ah, well. Geralt ran into me and Sky in one of the towns nearby. I was just playing with lute outside one of the taverns when I saw him.” I glance at Geralt, who shows no emotion. “He didn’t even say hello, he just walked up and punched me in the groin.”

“You deserved it.” Geralt grunts, and I feel a smile creep on my face.

“Either way, that was his way of saying hello. After we caught up a little he was eager to tell me he ran into you.” Jaskier’s tone changes from playful, to serious. “He told me you looked really… unwell. And sad.”

“How kind of him.” I say, sarcastically. Jaskier takes my arm in his, and I find this sensation so familiar my beating heart calms down almost right away.

“I wanted to come back sooner, I did. I just… I was scared.” I squeeze his hand just a little, encouraging him to talk. “I was scared you might be angry at me. I didn’t even consider the fact that you could be missing me too.”

“Of course I missed you, Jaskier!” I lean closer to the bard. “I missed you every day since you were gone. I was never angry you left, I understand this domestic life isn’t exactly for you. I just wanted to see you again, to hold you again. You can ask almost anyone at the tavern, they all know.”

“It just seemed like we were drifting, and it was painful to see you going through that.” I cover my face with my hands, hiding my frustration.

“Drifting apart or not, I still love you Jaskier.” I cry out, not hiding my emotions anymore. I look at him now, also teary eyed. “Not for a split second did I stop loving you.”

“Neither did I.” Jaskier agrees, gripping my hand even tighter.

“So this was a pointless fallout?” I glance at Geralt, smiling.

“Nothing is pointless.” I face Jaskier again. “Even the ugliest things have beauty in them.”

“Y/N… I am so sorry.” I pull him into a hug, embracing him so tightly, I felt I might squeeze his brains out. My eyes land on Geralt.

“Thank you.” I mouth, silently. I know he went to find Jaskier. He didn’t just run into him. He did it, for us. Because Witcher too, after all these years, didn’t stop caring about us.

“Shh.” He puts his fingers on his lips, giving me a smile.

Things didn’t just go back to normal, no. It took time, and effort. But Jaskier and I put that in, and with each day we made more and more progress, becoming stronger than we ever were before. Geralt stayed with us for a few days, before embarking on another adventure. He promised he would come visit us as often as he could.

He also kindly, through many angry grunts and stares, gave Jaskier enough material to write ballads without having to leave me again. At least for a little while.

So we worked like that. We found our balance. Jaskier would sometimes harass Geralt and tag along on his ventures, once in a blue moon even I would come, just to annoy the Witcher even more. However, I preferred staying here, working. Eventually, the tavern owner decided he was too old to deal with drunken men and angry travellers, so I took over for him.

The tavern was officially mine. Jaskier spend a lot of time here, entertaining the guests, who carried his ballads far and wide. Witcher kept his promise too, visiting us, although he would always insist he was here ‘just for free ale.’

With time, he started coming with Yennefer, who proved to be a great woman. Jaskier and her stopped bickering, and all was well.

We found a balance, so perfect for us, it was unreal. Of course, we had our arguments and fights. But in the end, things always worked out.

And here we were, listening to Jaskier sing a song he wrote for all of us. Yennefer smiling and even singing along, Geralt sipping his drink with a slight curl to his lips, and me, serving up ale to my friends, dancing and prancing to the music of my true love.

The journey wasn’t easy. But the journey led us here, to this very moment. It was worth it all.

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I want to thank everyone who continued reading this short story. it gave me the courage to keep writing, and i know it took only two days for me to finish it, i am still sooo glad i was able to take this adventure, and to take you all with me.

basically, thank you all for giving me a voice and listening. it means the world. all the kind words I got, i wish you knew how much i needed this encouragement. i will try to do better and grow even more for you all.

thank you from the bottom of my heart

butterflies and kisses,

diamond x 

[bluebirdzykaysies]

5.14 - day before momma leaves

Goddamnit I hate to admit it but I’m already thinking and crying like a baby in my head once my mom leaves me to go back home to sf. the feeling is mutual like melissa said cause she’ll probably be just as a wreck and all this time I’ve been spending with her, I’m cherishing even more. I’ve never felt like this and Victoria said the same thing; expecting that while I transition. But everyone needs to experience this. I DO, especially. I need the time away for a bit to miss them and I already miss those interactions with my brothers too of just lounging in the living room watching NBA games all night, or youtube videos like its judyslife or ustheduo.

Our lives have changed already and itll be so hard as I am bawling my eyes out, sitting in my newly mounted dining table my mom and I put together, facing outwards my window with the Chicago sun, beaming through at a whopping 54 degrees.

This is my life now, I will be on my own and making decisions on my own. Ive told a few folks that I’m sad yet annoyed my moms time here was a bit much. But I know it was perfect for what it is. We’ve been tired each and everytime, her actions speak volumes and our conversations arent as deep as I want, but I know this quality time was one that will impact my life forever. Even though I hate to admit it or will say this to her face. i love my mom. so much, she means so much to me and my brothers. The amount of things she does unselfishly aka drive my freaking car with just her and hector for 5 days cross country. do what she did to make me help settle, there is no one like her. and I will forever appreciate her and love her.

She is opinionated and still felt like I couldnt decide for myself but this will be also a time where I speak up and use my voice. Saying NO.

ugh the tears keep falling down but some highlights from this past week were:

- Silly vlog videos that I actually may put together when I get the time

- 5/6; arrived - went to container store to buy my elfa shelving for my closet. Super nice lady that worked there Hector spoke to. Went to world market to check out their furniture and standing mirrors. TJ Maxx/HomeGoods and picked up some bathroom essentials, shower curtain, mats and beddings, Facetimed Yan/Ronz/Brent+Rick at night (10pm CST) 

Mom stayed with Hector at Courtyard Marriot til Saturday 5/8. So I wanted to stay at the apartment for the first time alone and enjoy the moment and soak it all in. Parking at my garage alone, randomly waking up to the SUNRISE at 545am and just being in awe of my new city... I could just cry

Didn’t get my wifi set up yet so the struggle was real a bit. The air mattress we got from costco has been tough to sleep on but eventually Ill get my mattress. Just have been torn with my furniture not being here since everything was rushed and happened so quickly. Learnings from the move thus far:

-Write a damn list, I DID NOT. Aka thats why a bunch of junk and unnecessary things were with my mom and hector in the car. All couldve been bought here. I ocouldve taken more clothes and shoes

-Alot of my clothes aka my favorite jean jacket and pink/mauve henley was left at home. My running shoes - I decided not to prioritize idk fucking why *rolls eyes* and alot of my other valuables. Brendan is nice enough to ship it. Its not worth to buy a RT flight and go there and take it all back with me... no. :( I would though tbh if I was in LA. lol make couple trips but I’m far enough that its like.... whewww is it worth but one day I will come back and visit. For now, its slated for Oct

5/7 Friday; I had it off started the day late at 12pm and booked my mom, hector and myself tickets to the skydeck. my mom was HILARIOUS, she was scared at first and thought it would be a huge platform to see under but once she saw its just a small piece of glass over 105 floors, it wasnt THAT bad. Her and hector are hilarious together and annoying a little LOL. but I guess they’re cute

Went to Wrigley Field while there was a game and that was an experience. Fans at the top of their houses, Security all over the block, streets closed, fans everywhere. Its such a historical building in the middle of a freaking neighborhood so it made itself unique vs att/oracle park being so secluded down in mission bay.

RPM Steak for dinner in River North. Valet’d the car and Hector treated us to a Missouri Steak? it was bomb though but I wanted Medium and he wanted medium rare... cream of spinach, mac and cheese, asparagus and for dessert topped with a Baked Alaskan. Whatever that is. (It was good) and my first time trying it.. me and mom. Our waitor was a nice lady in her 30s, gave me tori kelly vibes. Then another worker stopped by our table who looked filipino for sure (Rox’s ex Dennis look a like) but I already for got his name. He told us how he lived in West Town too and would eat at this bomb restaurant called “Uncle Mikes” maybe the ‘superstar’ of chicago :) hectors jokes were a bit much saying climbing up the coconut tree and asking if he can make halo halo in the back for dessert. No sir....

5/8 Saturday; Plan was to visit Macys downtown to check out furniture at around 930am. But they werent open til 11am. We checked out the Bean at Millenium Park and my mom got to see all the tulips and flowers. We waited in line for a while at Stans Donuts since Wildberry was just too WILD and packed, so we walked a block down and had ourselves some coffee and donuts for the day. After we headed to Macys and were greeted by a tall man name Hilary. he’s THEEE BEST. he knew we didnt have to buy anything from him at macys but he’s such a sales guy and has been in this business for so long that he kept tlaking about Quality of furniture and making yourself feel comfy and at home. Being in a small apt, or living out alone for the first time, separating each section once winter hits so you’re not bored out of your mind in the small place. He was so friendly and nice, I took his business card. Went to Ashley’s on the way to the airport and got gas. Feel in love with the small dinette table they had but the one I’m sitting on now I feel like is just perfect. Soletren couch will forever be out of stock and I will never let this go :( honestly dont know how itll fit in my door but i guess i will settle for something reasonable and decent in size

IVE BEEN SPENDING SO MUCH MONEY. . . . . . . I cant even. I got paid today so todays check will be sponsoring all of my credit card funds. Gna just pay it off in full so I dont have to deal with it. But going forward a budget will be set. and luckily some of the things I bought work can reimburse so I’ll do expenses sunday perhaps.

Saturday evening after dropping off hector, we did errands in the suburbs and went to a walmart. a bit ghetto lookin but its fine. Decided to go to costco after but had an incidentn with this white man who bumped my car and didnt apologize. I was going to say something but we’re so far out in the suburbs Idk what the hell he wouldve done to me. And if they’re racist out there. took the long way home and it was prob not through the safest neighbor hoods but my mom didnt have to know since traffic on the freeway was just ALOT. omg and the roads are just so bumpy, my poor car. Becca said she has a guy at a shop her family always goes to so hopefuully I wont need him but just nice to know the option is there.

Went to the costco up by roscoe village and bought food and more essentials like medicine i have a whole pharmacy.  again throughout all this, my mom is the MVP. I wouldve been like, Ill go get it when I need it vs mom stocking up beforehand. We ended up setting my living room with a japanese style seating using my elfa shelving as the table and a towel over it. Leftovers from RPM for dinner and ribs/salad from costco. (I keep eating, and we’re not walking alot so....... I’m def gaining wait and will need to lose this asap)

I’ll be back more to cover this past week; mothers day, ikea, seafood city, hanging with becca, azul mariscos, drunk at ross and dollar tree, pants falling (mom) unbuttoned pants cuz we’re so ‘stuffffffed’ hanging with the boys via facetime cause I do miss them :( I need to havea schedule with them.

kk toodles. time to go back to work. no more crying (maybe) then an architecture tour with my mom <3 and dinner at a steakhouse at MJ’s on Michigan Ave BYeeeee

[whatsjungkooking]

all the asks ❤️

what’s your favourite memory? - i cant think of a specific memory but it most likely has lauren and jess in it

what song(s) describe your mood right now? - got me like by spencer ludwig

tea or coffee? - neither

sunsets or sunrises? - both!

vanilla, chocolate or strawberry? - in terms of ice cream, vanilla, in terms of cake, chocolate, in terms of flavour of sweets, strawberry

rain or sun? - sun definitely 

is your first language english? if not, what is it? - yas

do you like your ice crushed or in big blocks? - im not fussy

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - c o n f i d e n c e

who are you closest to, your father or mother? - both

what time period would you like to live in other than your own? - hmmm im not too sure

is it hot or cold right now? - it looks kind of cold outside

what is your accent? - english

has anyone ever saved you from a situation? if so, what happened? - my friend zoe at work saves me from situations all the time to do with a guy that likes me lol

who did you last hug? - my dad

who are your top 5 fictional characters? - tris, tobias, juliette, warner, wonder woman 

how have you changed in the past year or two? - ive taken more risks and cared less about certain things

biggest regret(s)? - no ragrets

biggest fear(s)? - having no idea what to do with my life and death

is your room messy or clean? - inbetween

have you ever had a near death experience? - i dont think so

favourite scent? - coconut

would you survive a zombie apocalypse? - i reckon id do alright

what lyric(s) do you love? - tang tang tang fingertip

what do you like about yourself? - my eyes

what would you change about yourself? - in terms of appearance? ima roll with it and say nothing :))))

do you like your handwriting? - yes

how do you like to style your hair? - i usually like to have it up, out of my face, pony tail

what time is it? - 4:19pm

what time did you wake up today? - 8

what are your bad habits? - i say ill do something but i dont follow through, but ya girl is constantly improving 

what was your first fandom? - twilight?

burger or pizza? - pizza

do you have any unusual talents? - i can bend my fingers weirdly

when did you last feel infinite? - um?

when did you last cry? - a few weeks a go i think

who was the latest person to see you cry? - oh jeeeeeeeze i have no clue i usually am by myself

best movie? - mulan

best tv series? - greys anatomy

have you ever wrote fanfiction? - nope, actually maybe those lil paragraphs to jess and lauren HAHAHAAH

are you happy? - yes

do you really relate to your zodiac? - sometimes

what year was you born in? - do you know what im not even going to answer that “what year WAS you born in” jeeze louise sounding like coleford people right now 

do you often find yourself jealous? - nope

are you a fan of 80′s music?- yes

what has been your most vivid nightmare? - being in my primary school playground, a siren goes off and that flippin horrible bear from the teletubbies chases you until you can get to the safe zone which was the actual school, but i would be running so sLOW

what has been your most vivid dream? - ;)

have you ever had your first kiss? - yes

what has been your most intimate moment? - having deep conversations with lauren and jess

do you usually start conversations? - sometimes

are you superstitious? - sometimes

what do you believe in most, ghosts or aliens? - ghosts

what song(s) do you hate? - everything by justin bieber

turn ons? - smell nice, polite, honest, good sense of humour, nice smile always does it for me

turn offs? - dishonesty, no manners, general douchebag mannerisms 

are you comfortable with talking about your flaws? - yes

what are your otp’s? - JAUREN/LESS

do you have any bizarre experiences? - this man at work wanted a pork roll and i showed him sausage rolls bc thats a fudging pork roll mate and he got really iffy and was talking to me like i was stupid so i talked to him back in the same way, t’was bizarre

do you have a night/morning routine? - night, brush teeth, exercise and put my spot cream and lip balm on, morning, brush teeth, wash my face, warm water first then cold then moisturise 

do you have a bittersweet memory? - not that i can recall

are there any friends that you miss? - probably my old work friends

do you have an enemy? - no

are you a night owl or an early bird? - both

what is your dream job? - translator or athlete

if you had to pick a fictional universe to live in forever, which one would you pick and why? - i dont know of any that are actually nice or either too similar to the times now

do you know any form of self-defence? - some

favourite planet? - pLUTO fite me

do you consider yourself to be more masculine, feminine or a mixture? - a mixture but more feminine 

do you rely on others or do others rely on you? - a bit of both?

what do you think happens once someone dies? - i like to think they go to heaven, depending on who they are...

are you a leader? - no HAHA, maybe a support

what question do you hate answering? - any boys on the scene? I DONT GO ANYWHERE FOR THERE TO BE AIGHT

do you believe in guardian angels? - hmmmmmm yes 

can you rap? - IGGY IGGY TOO BIGGY TO BE HERE STRESSIN yes

how do you stay warm? - layers

do you want to be in a relationship? - i wouldnt mind 

how was your day? - it’s been okay thank you

are there any fictional universes you would not want to be in? - most of them HAHA 

what fictional character do you relate to the most? - tris from divergent

who hurt you last? - no idea

[kazualbrekkuparchive]

omg ship meme for whoeverrr

{ super long ship meme }

“whoever” lmaooo nice ruby, ANYWAY

CHARLIE & HOLLY 

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultationwow holly!! she’s also a veterinary student SO 

who’s the first to wake up in the morningholly tbh good luck getting charlie to wake up honestly 

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before worklol CHARLIE

who distracts the other from trying to work at homealso charlie omg, holly can forget abt studying

who stays up until 2 readinghollyyy

who stares at their partner while they’re sleepingwow, they’re so extra both of them

who asks to go get ice cream like a five year oldomg i feel like holly would! 

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of themumm i feel like holly would be the gf who takes nice candids without charlie ever asking and then charlie catches her she either sticks out her tongue and makes a silly face or go full on #SexySmize there’s no in between

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happyboth of them!! they wouldnt even think its stupid!! i cant believe these girls!

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to themwow, charlieee 

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract themif holly think she can study around her she’s WRONG

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separatedhollyy?? charlie would too unless she’s feeling particularly bitter that day over chris

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they docharlie would def… storm out damn 

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite showscharlie!! she makes holly watch her trash tv too cos they cant miss an episode of antm ok

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling friskycharlieee

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the cari feel like holly would??

who has more fun decorating the house during holidaysholly def would, charlie just has more fun with holidays cos she’s around

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the otheri dont think either of them would tbh but charlie would def be more passive aggressive 

who plays with the others’ hair moreholllyyy

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re boredcharlie jkdjkd

who tries to kiss the other as often as they canwow both of them! they want all the kisses please

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck upi dont think holly would tell her to shut up but like in a nicer way and charlie would still pout

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled upi wanna say charlie would do smth like that but you gotta be wildin if you think she has the patience so NEITHER

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have onecharlie would forget all the damn time and holly probs hold it tbh

who demands showering first in the morningsholly can since shes the one up first probs

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the morningsumm charlie! 

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the gamescharlie for rollercoasters and holly might like games?? she’s going to try and get holly to ride the coasters tho! 

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respondboth of them i feel?? like especially holly when charlie’s at a night out or whatever

who always forgets to charge their phone overnightcharlie!!

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pocketscharlie would i think??

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they canwow Big Mood for both of them!! charlie loves her hugs sfm omg

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quietcharlie is louder but idt holly could tell her to be quiet all the time holly knows she lowkey messy

ASH & VAN

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultationwell neither of them can tbh

who’s the first to wake up in the morningi think it depends? like they probably wake up at the same time cos whoever does wakes the other up and sometimes theyve been driving the whole night so they sleep in for a lil and then others they gotta be out of there at like sunrise

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before worklmao work but if u mean a quickie in morning before they head out then both

who distracts the other from trying to work at homework!! sure!! both of them are forever distracting each other they need #attention

who stays up until 2 readingneither?? lmAO they stay up doing other things

who stares at their partner while they’re sleepingwow affection ummm ash would tbh

who asks to go get ice cream like a five year oldvan!! and then spends forever trying to decide on a flavor and ash is like baaabe

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of themi feel like van would tbh

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happyumm ash!!

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to themkjsdkd ash might do that tbh just to see if they scare her

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract themstudy PLS but if they did like an au or whatever neither of them would study and both of them would distract each other

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separatedi dont think this really applies since theyre on the run and all and dont even have proper phone but if it did in an au or whatever i can see both of them being all petty like “i did it the last time so THEY SOULD DO IT THIS TIME”

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they dowow both of them are equally likely to storm out? neither cry? they just destroy stuff then fuck and make up

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows…not to be nsfw but tbh if by favorite shows u mean watching porn together…

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling friskyumm both!!

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the carthey dont have time to wash whatever car theyre in at the time kdfjkdf

who has more fun decorating the house during holidayslol what holidays but ahhh idk hmm

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the otherneither

who plays with the others’ hair moreash! van too tbh!

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re boreddef both!

who tries to kiss the other as often as they canashhh

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck upthey both tell each other to shut the fuck up and neither of them do

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled upi can def see van doing this damn :/

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have onethey dont have an umbrelllaaa lmao

who demands showering first in the morningsboth of them! then they fight! then they shower together!

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the morningsboth would tho

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the gamesrollercoasters for bothhh tbh

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respondvan! ash too probs

who always forgets to charge their phone overnightboth of them probably lmaoo

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pocketsvannn

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they cani think theyre more ‘jumping each others bones’ than the hugging kind tbh

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quieti mean theyre both v loud together

MATTHIAS & AUDREY

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultationaudreyyyy af

who’s the first to wake up in the morningdef matthias!!

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before workmatthias… but audrey too if she’s up lmao

who distracts the other from trying to work at homedkfjkkjdf we both know its audrey

who stays up until 2 readingboth of them! together! so domestic! 

who stares at their partner while they’re sleepingmatthias… i hate him

who asks to go get ice cream like a five year oldaudrey omgg

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of themaudrey 100% im cryin

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happymatthias would but so would sheee

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to themlmaooo maybe matthias but if audrey doesnt like the movie you know shes shutting it down and theyre watching something she wants

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract themneither are in school anymore but audrey 100% in our college au FUCK

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separatedaudrey??

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they doaudrey would storm off but idt matthias has cried… yet

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite showshmm maybe her

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling friskywow both of them are frisky af!

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the carif they ever did audrey would

who has more fun decorating the house during holidaysalso audrey i feel like cos she’s so #aesthetic

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the othermatthias as hell!

who plays with the others’ hair morematthiasss!

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re boredlmaoo audrey!

who tries to kiss the other as often as they canwhen theyre together both of the rip

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck uphe would say it more… nicely but audrey pouts

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled upkdfjdfkjkj umm that gifset when he gets that call??? matthias af lmaoo

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have onematthias holds it, i think they’d both remember tho

who demands showering first in the morningsif she’s up, audrey would

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the morningsaudrey? matthias too tbh! 

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the gamescollege au where matthias wins her cute gifts and she forces him to ride the rollecoasters

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respondi feel like audrey might??

who always forgets to charge their phone overnightummm also audrey maybeee

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pocketsboth of them!

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they canaudreyyyyy, matthias love it tho

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quietwow audrey is louder and matthias does constantly have to tell her to be quiet

KATYA & MAXINE

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultationi feel like max might omg?

who’s the first to wake up in the morninglol they both sleep in probs

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before workummm both of them!

who distracts the other from trying to work at homelol kat would tbh

who stays up until 2 readingneither? i dont thin

who stares at their partner while they’re sleepingmax maybeee?

who asks to go get ice cream like a five year oldomg max!

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of themkat probs would tbh

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happyboth of them would!

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them…max plEASE

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract themwell they arent studying but max is still trying to distract her

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separatedahhh kat cos max is #busy on tour

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they dokat would def storm out

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite showsi feel like this is max?

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling friskylmaooo kat!

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the carmaxxx

who has more fun decorating the house during holidaysprobably also max tbh

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the otherneither of them??

who plays with the others’ hair moremax!

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re boredboth of them damn but also max tho

who tries to kiss the other as often as they canhmm max maybe??

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck upjkjkcjdks kat loves listening to max so much so maybe shes the one pouting

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled upplease they dont have the patience

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have oneummm i feel like theyd both forget and enjoy the rain tbh

who demands showering first in the morningskatt and max would let her tbh

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the morningsprobs both of themmm

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the gamesboth of them like roller coasters?

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respondi feel like max would?

who always forgets to charge their phone overnightlol max and its a problem cos she has to travel

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pocketsmax!!

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they cankaaatttt maybe

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiettheyre both loud i think? kat might be a lil louder?

ARIES & FELIX

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultationwow aries might tbh!

who’s the first to wake up in the morningfelix if he has a flight or smth but aries otherwise cos he’d let him sleep in

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before workaries!!

who distracts the other from trying to work at homeneither of them really work from home but… BOTH

who stays up until 2 readinghmm aries maybe?

who stares at their partner while they’re sleepingdamn :/ aries might cos he’s scared of Feelings

who asks to go get ice cream like a five year oldwow they cant go outside and be pictured together lmaooo but maybe aries

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of themlfjldjf please felix is a model! every picture if aesthetic af! aries would love taking them too! 

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy… both of them probs and never admit it

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to themariesss might he needs an excuse to cling apart from sex tbh

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract themstudy pls… but both of them are super distracting ://

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separatedfelix maybe?

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they doummm i feel like the both might storm out?

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite showsumm both maybe? they watch them together in bed cos theyre too far behind and both of them need to catch uo

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling friskyIDHFKHK both!

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the carfelixxx

who has more fun decorating the house during holidayshmmm they probable cant stand holidays with their families lmaooo but maybe felix when theyre with each other?

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the otheraries would be… terrible at giving him silent treatment so maybe felix

who plays with the others’ hair moreahhh def aries, felix’s hair is so fluffy he loves

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re boredwow both of them!

who tries to kiss the other as often as they canummm both of them but they try not be obvious about it

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck uplmao both of them would probably tell each other and both of them would pout

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled upjdfjksd omg hc felix has to go because of a shoot or whatever and aries is all like ???FUCK??? but then he has to get back at him ://

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have onewow both of them would forget but its ok cos they have other people to hold it for them

who demands showering first in the morningsfelix probs

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the morningsboth of them have zero qualms abt it

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the gamesthey’d both go for the roller coasters probably but hc that one of them wins the other something and they internally melt cos they might get expensive gifts but this one is PERSONAL

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respondfelix maybe aries tries hard to maintain his #chill aesthetic

who always forgets to charge their phone overnightfelix! 

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pocketsariess probably

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can…aries like damn those abs tho sos

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quietummm both of them are loud and neither tell each other to be quiet