#it was funny when i did switch to rose

[mordremrose]

ART PARTY BABEY HAPPY PRIDE

Enjoy ur bees, give magic swords to little girls and baked beans to slublings— and be wary of rogue noodles

EU doodles: my own Mehndra, Hey Barbie, Tai of the Order and their cursed snack choices, the never ending bench, Strongessst, Necrotechnician Fip, Soft Skunk, Ruárn and Lux Pyrefaith

NA doodles: Khynain (ft a very tiny goofy version of my lad Draikôs) Wet Gunk, Harley Vuong, Tine of Nice Dreams, Kimber Truthspeaker, Zuutes and Master Dokks

As always, if you would like to be tagged with your toon, please let me know!! Otherwise, enjoy ur mischief

[chaos-mix]

The Choices the Stars Make - 14th Doctor x reader

Summary: The Doctor promised you the stars when all you ever wanted was him. What happens when he’s finally ready to settle down? Will he reach out and try again?

Word count: 818

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You pull your blanket up higher as you turn to watch the stars shinning through the living room window. It does little to soothe the aching of your heart as your mind keeps spinning in “What ifs?”. What if you hadn’t left the doctor? What if you hadn’t asked him to stay?

You shake your head at the unfairness of the situation, turning your back on the cold stars, facing your laptop screen.

You squint at the brightness. The universe has never been fair. It wasn’t when you watched people crying out for your help die, and neither was it when you were forced to confess your true feelings to the Doctor. His discomfort and shift in body language did not surprise you, nor did his lack of touch in the weeks that followed. You just wish he hadn’t taken all of the joy of the night sky with him when you left.

Focus. You told yourself, but your heart sunk further, your fingertips getting cold on the plastic mousepad.

Observational Astronomy. A dry laugh forces its way out of your chest, making you feel hollow. You used to dance around the surfaces of planets, experience the sights never seen, the Tardis translating the x-ray and ultraviolet light spectrum for your eyes to witness true beauty of nebulas … now you’re finishing up a paper on observational astronomy and the photographs were in black and white. Life is funny like that. It feels like life lost some of the colour too. You wish it wasn’t 2am, life is easier to handle when you don’t have to stay up at night to work on something. Especially something that reminds you of him. Days are easier, warmth is easier. Warmth reminds you of joy of adventure, his hands, the kindness. Not his eyes when he left you.

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The Doctor did not seek you out. He did not wander the streets close to your house for too long. He did, however, made sure that no threats lingered close to your apartment at all times.

At least until his old face returned.

Oh so many regrets felt thrown back at his face. What he wasn’t able to give. The loved ones he lost… He grieved Rose for a long, long time, even after you met him. That same grief drove Martha away. Donna… River Song… He should have been able to save them all. How could he protect you if he couldn’t even keep his life as John Smith? And you knew. You saw him fall in love, you saw him live a normal life. He knows he hurt you beyond forgiveness when he grieved his human life and yet, despite all of that grief, did not choose to build one with you.

Seeing Donna again had him longing for the old days. The days of the three of you jumping through the universe, watching the joy on your faces! That was until the Earth got taken over by the Master he forced your feelings out in the open. Doctor could not deal with reliving his past through you. He couldn’t stomach losing you. He couldn’t make Donna go through the same darkness that Martha did when he was still grieving. Not to even mention Time Lord Victorious. His biggest regret. At least you were saved from watching it happen.

But now… now that he did not need to save the universe… now that he had someone else to entrust it to and now that the biggest decision of his day was how to protect the moles from Wilf… maybe he could give you the life you wanted after all.

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Your phone buzzed one day after the lectures and you instinctively answered it, expecting it to be one of your parents checking in. It was a rash decision you made to switch universities, but with all the stress of studying medicine and the flashbacks of lives you couldn’t save, switching to something familiar was an easier choice.

“Hello, yes, I’m still studying astronomy. No, I will not end up starving in the streets when I’m done.”

“…So you decided to study the stars?”

That… was not a voice you expected. Not that you would ever in a million years expect the Doctor to call you. He was someone who buried down feelings. He did not call ex-companions, only companions in trouble called him.

“… Doctor?” You chocked up. Funny. You planned to say so many things during all those sleepless nights and now all you could manage is “Is something wrong?”

On the other end of the line, the Doctor smiled a lopsided smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but the words warmed his hearts. He still had time to turn back. He could run away and never look back.

But that soft kindness in your voice, even after all these years…

“Would you have some time to meet an old friend?”

[blue-jisungs]

video games

# author's note … i like to think that im scary while gaming (i literally never join the vc bc im too scared)

# summary … taerae isnt scared of you. exception: you when gaming.

# warnings … cursing,, sm cursing ... yn can come across as toxic but idek lmfao; crack n fluff !

# word count … 546

“can you like, shut the fuck up? i didn’t order a yappucino”

there weren’t a lot of things of which taerae was scared of, and he took pride in that. however, this was something he was terrified of.

“get your shit together, man! why does our support do more damage than you? that’s ridiculous!” you growled into the mic.

you gaming.

your boyfriend entered the room, hand resting on the cold doorknob.

he noticed you sitting on your gamer chair, leg bouncing up and down in an anxious manner. ot wasn’t necessarily due to anxiety right now, you just often did that subconsciously when you were gaming. and especially when the game was intense, the impact from your moving leg would shake the desk and knock over your figurines.

“now you’re calling me a bitch?”

taerae gulped and slowly entered the room. the purple led lights captured your focused features and he adored your side profile before deciding to chime in.

just when he reached his hand out to tap your shoulder, you leaned away on the chair with a groan.

“thanks for the cover, i really appreciate that” your voice was dripping with sarcasm.

your eyes snapped up and you noticed taerae.

you were scary like this: extremely focused, words sharper than a knife. and rightfully so, taerae knew the gaming environment. but you could be really mean – he knew that if he was a stranger online hearing you, he’d cry on spot.

but upon seeing his face, your features dramatically changed in a split second. your eyes widened and a huge smile bloomed on your face.

muting yourself, you reached your arms out and made grabby hands.

“baby!” you whined and taerae hugged you, the rough material of your headset brushing his cheek. he heard faint sounds coming from it “how was your day?”

your voice was sweet, nothing compared to the tone you used to diss your teammates.

“it was good! i just missed you tons” he hummed, leaning away to adore your face. suddenly there was a switch and your brows furrowed. while he started another sentence, you leaned to unmute.

“how long have you been–”

“mind your own business, dickhead. and so what if i am? guess what? i also did that with your mom”

taerae snorted. despite your scary appearance, your comebacks were quite funny. you sent him a proud smile and the sounds of your keyboard clicking echoed through the room.

“yadda, yadda, yadda. do you ever shut up?” you grunted into the mic and left the game because it was the last round and you were dead already “yeah, no you. speaking of which, my boyfriend says hi. say hi!”

taerae frowned and leaned closer into the mic.

“get a life, it’s just a game” he mumbled and saw your wide smile.

with that, you left the voice chat as well. putting down your headset, you rose to your feet and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“that was good, how did you know he was being mean?” you hummed, titling your head.

taerae scoffed, amused.

“a wild guess” he grinned and leaned in to kiss you, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips.

as much as he loves you, he’d never play video games with you.

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien ,, @stryroses

[jay-joy113]

First headcannons, might as well go all in

Twisted wonderland

How would the characters react to you being an absolute menace to society? Part 1

Riddle

Please stop, youll give him an early grave. Or dont, im sure Ace will find it funny as fuck to see you get collared for painting all the roses yellow or eating all the sweets end switching them for Meat rolls. If you end Riddle are dating he might ask if you have something

"My Rose, are you sure you dont have OCD or something?"

It might come off as very offensive if you are just a natural harbinger of chaos, or youll have a great day pranking him by telling that you DO have something, end if really have he will try his best to be more... *patient*

"Sigh... no, no, i wont scream, deep breathes control yourself they cant help it"

Leona

Are you **sure** you want to be near him when all you do is enough to wake the beast?

Might hate you at first if you go down on the "*lets prank a literal lion with magic whos also buff*" route, so your best choice to get on his good graces is annoying the teachers so they wont disturb his sleep, or annoy people he doesn't like.. wich is almost everyone.

"Herbivore, what did you do this time? Make it quick, im not in the mood to chat"

"Impressive for a herbivore, if i ever need an jester ill be sure to consider you... nah, you make a better pillow"

If you guys date he **WILL** make you calm the fuck down for cuddles

Azul

Youll give him an early grave 2.

Please never meet Floyd, hes begging you-

Too late, now he has 2 walking tornados full of too much energy.

Might make you banned from the lounge, if you dont behave or at least lock you on the VIP room.

"Pearl- Floyd- please stop breaking everything!"

Kalim

You are so fun! Wont you join his next feast-

Jamil hates you with all his guts, give him a break he already is almost a single mother at this point-

If you end kalim are together he will find you very lively, but youll discover sooner than later that he doesn't like when the joke goes too far.

"Why were you so mean to them? You should apologize so we can all be friends"

Not very funny to prank since hes almost never too scared of it end wont get too angry.

Vil

"POTATO, DID YOU PUT DYE ON MY SHAMPOO?!"

Does not enjoy your pranks end will demand you to stop them before he has to put you on watch by Rook.

You might find yourself on good manners lessons with Epel, who will break you out so he can ditch the class since Vil will be too busy with you.

Idia

You are NOT allowed in his room, even if you guys date. He cannot bet on the life of his precious merch end tech, even if he loves you a lot.

Will not hesitate to put a security system especialy for you if you ever do come to his room, wich will probably only make you unable to mess anything but wont hurt you.

"Nyshishi... my win, reader-sama"

Malleus

Are you related to Lilia?

He likes how lively you are, end does like your mischif, it feels very familiar end it shows you are comfy enough to do that with him.

That being said, the gargoyles are off limits.

DO NOT HARM THEM.

Or you might find a very pouty Malleus at your door in the middle of a storm.

"Beloved, i belive we talked about limits"

Thanks for reading

[rewritingcanon]

nextgen characters and their type of “delulu”:

rose: she believes she deserves everything in life, and naturally she’ll get everything she wants bc shes awesome. like if something doesn’t go her way it’s literally never her fault. she’ll blame it on the most randomest things before she ever thinks to accept responsibility. it’s not her fault dark reunion is out to get her.

james: he’s not delulu he’s just actually delusional. about literally everything. not in the funny haha way. it’s causing him so much strife, somebody please ground this poor man.

albus: i’m sorry but he does have main character syndrome despite going on and onnn about how he doesn’t want attention and he doesn’t want people looking at him. he absolutely does want it he just doesn’t want people thinking about him as only a side character to his dad’s plot. he’s differenttttt guyssssss he’s so much more interestingggg 🙄

scorpius: king of delulu. like every type of delulu. have you ever seen any interaction with him and rose (“she told me to go eat rocks she wants me soooo bad 🤭”). do you remember the nicknames he gave himself. do you remember how his go-to plan was screeching at a newborn infant when he and al got stuck in time. and then he just carries on with his life like that all ain’t nothing. this is all such unreal levels of delusion it’s almost inspiring.

delphi: also unreal levels of delusion but it’s not inspiring it’s just concerning. i think the entire plot of hpcc would go under this.

teddy: so delulu it’s sort of sweet. and it’s for sure completely in the way young teenage girls use ‘delulu’ when talking about their crushes like he will get excited if his crush sends him one 1️⃣ look. he’s convincing himself that the celebrity they thirst over sort of looks like him kinda 🤔. he’s doing the name compatibility and zodiac compatibility and mbti compatibility tests online. he’s getting a palm reading done to see if they end up together. he’s writing “me and x are getting married” 300 times in his diary as a manifestation.

victoire: i feel like delulu is a scale in the shape of a horseshoe, stay with me yall. like on one side you have very delusional and that’s like scorpius level of goofiness. and that’s like comfortable delusion, in the clouds sort of delusion. and then on the other side, you’re so hyperaware of everything happening in life and all of your flaws and problems that i wouldn’t even call it grounded, at this point you’ve sunk through the ground and you’re just dangling there. to the point where this is also being delusional but you think you’re too aware to be it, and on that side you have james. and the people who are the least delusional are in the middle of the horseshoe and walk along the balance. and that’s victoire except she’s holding on for dear life to not get knocked either way. smiling through the pain though.

lorcan: lorcan will say the most mortifying thing imaginable or act super embarrassingly against his will to someone and as a coping mechanism he will actively convince himself that what he did wasnt that bad or he will comfort himself by thinking of scenarios where he did something different, so vividly to the point where he almost believes it.

lily: she’ll see a professional stunt artist or a oil painter with years of experience or a seasoned dragon trick rider and she won’t ever be impressed because she genuinely believes she could do all of that. “my toxic trait is that i think i can” ahhh.

lysander: if you look at him without an overly friendly expression on your face he’s going to believe you’re an opp.

hugo: he thinks he’s a good dancer bless his heart

roxanne: she genuinely thinks she’s a suave jock but she keeps tripping on air

dominique: when caught out in a lie during an argument, she immediately switched to “believe what you want to believe” and exits. she’ll still believe she was right too. #womeninmaledominatedfields

[dimichuu]

I think that a lot of the time when people talk about Chip and his upbringing they don’t realize how influential Price was.

Here’s the thing, without Reuben I believe Chip fully would’ve been able to move on from the Black Rose. I mean when you look at Lizzie she moved on almost completely and has a new life but Chip is stuck. The difference between what happened between them was that Lizzie was able to stick to her morals, she was able to follow a path she wanted and she kept the lessons they taught her. But Chip went to Price. He was forced to do things he didn’t believe in to survive. And more than that, acting that way and appealing to Price meant that he recieved love. And when I listen back to the Fey Wild arc and Chip says, ”Well he isn’t here” to justify doing something bad I can only think of Price because those words are the words he said to Chip about Arlin. After a while that thought drove deep into him. But the thing is he knows that the things he does (that Reuben taught) are bad and he wants to be a better person but he can’t because Arlin isn’t here. Chip doesn’t think he can be a good person without Arlin. So he looks for him because that is the closest he can get to self improvement. He’s hoping that Arlin will be his savior. He’s hoping that when he saves Arlin he will be forgiven for his sins. Captain Reuben Price made it so Chip could never fully move on.

This is one of the reasons I love his character so much which is funny because initially I absolutely hated him. He took advantage of Gillions naïve view on the world and he did initially use Gillion and Jay to forward his goal of finding Arlin. Trying to become a good person while being a bad friend. But he does become better at it. Through their adventures he’s become a much better person but, like with what happened with the lie with Edyn, he keeps messing up and he’s exhausted. Now he thinks that finding Arlin will stop that. He thinks it will mean no more mistakes like becoming a good or perfect person is a switch he can flip. So far he’s becoming better naturally but what does happen when he finds Arlin and as I suspect Arlin is changed and doesn’t like Chip anymore or what if he’s dead. Then Chip has no savior. Despite all the progress he has made he’ll give up on the idea of becoming a good person. He’ll think he’s broken beyond repair and I fear for him.

All this to say I hate Reuben Price.

[danielcain]

Ripe

In retrospect, I should have gotten fitted in-person for a pair of rubber boots. Ordering shoes online is always a crapshoot. The ones I had on were too big, they just collected water like a rain barrel and waterlogged my socks.

The texture was horrible. A disgusting sensation.

The foyer’s carpet squelched with every step I took. It didn’t help that I was carrying 120 pounds of dead woman.

“This always happens during the honeymoon phase,” said my friend Dan.

“You won’t want to leave the house. You’ll want to be with her all the time. The modern age enables this. Work from home, order from home, live from home, die from home…” He began to rant about how modernity. He always goes there, and I always tune him out. He married a female cop from the sheriff’s department. She came off gay when I met her. Funny.

I‘ve tried to explain my marital problems to Dan before. I had to leave out a few key details. I told him my wife was depressed, in bed all day, not contributing financially. He said wives “tend to do that” and that I make enough money, anyway. Not quite the issue.

The trouble was harder to explain; I’ve only been married to Liana for six months, and she’s killed and replanted herself seven times.

I trudged up the staircase in the loose boots. The way I carried her, the soil from her body fell before us, laying a trail like rose petals.

Creaking wood drummed up anxiety in my chest. I am not a large man. I usually make but a negligible amount of noise when I move throughout the house. That’s something she commented on when we first moved in. The word she used was unobtrusive. She liked this about me. She said we had that in common. In a lot of ways, we really were alike.

Unlike me, her cells interlocked with tightly-woven cellulose walls. She had organelles not found in over 99% of human beings: chloroplasts. When I first met her, her skin had a milky green hue. The first time I touched her, I balked. She was not hot to the touch like others. Not cold, but not hot. Her breasts, thighs, cheeks… remarkably, they had the tautness of an unripe vegetable.

I laid her down in the bathtub. The plumbing was sensitive, not terrible, but sensitive. An old house. Wood and cobblestone on the outside. Folksy, I’m told through clenched smiles of guests trying to be complimentary. Yeah, right. It looks better suited to house a coven of child-stealing hags. I tried to fix it up, stay on trend. Liana convinced me not to hire contractors. She convinced me to buy, too. “I’ve always wanted a house in the woods…”

Now I know why.

The replanting process is nothing short of a natural miracle. I will be the first to admit, it attracted me to her further. Liana could change herself at will. All it took was a little patience, two days of waiting, a 6 foot deep ditch in the backyard, some sleeping pills and vodka. I didn’t understand the science of it at first. What exactly she needed to do to push out the roots and reform her mass. When I finally found out, I was too embarrassed to admit I didn’t know she had to physically die each time.

She was always shy about the details, embarrassed, like it was some sort of bowel syndrome. I did not press her for details, but as her husband, I should’ve researched the condition. I did eventually. But not before telling her she would look good blonde. Telling her she would look even hotter upping her bra size by a letter or two…

She started to wake up.

First, the rattle. A great exhalation and inhalation. It always took me by surprise. Her facial muscles were always the second thing reanimate. Her nose twitched. Her eyes opened. They looked so dry. Matte. “Liana. This is getting dangerous.”

A couple seconds’ delay. Then, she smiled mawkishly. During this stage of regrowth, her skin is taut and verdant like the day I met her. (I once called her belle pepper as a pet name. She either didn’t get the pun, maybe.) With every hour, she begins to flush to her desired shade. She switches it up from time to time, never too dark or too white for most to notice, but I do. She carries Pantone swatches in her wallet.

She moved her lips, but couldn’t speak yet. I said nothing further. I picked up the detachable showerhead. The gentlest setting. I rinsed her body, avoiding the tender roots that twitched and protruded from the tips of her fingers and toes. I read somewhere that touching them at this stage feels like a pressing on a pinched nerve.

“I know why thish bophers you shoo much,” she gurgled, throat half-asleep. Her mouth was filled with soil and rainwater. It seeped from her firm, bloated lips.

I turned away. Washing her feet. She continued, most of the earth and excess sap that gagged her having dribbled onto her nightie.

“You like me like thish.”

I averted my eyes. I continued to bathe her, and stared at the peel-and-stick mauve tile accent above the tub. I had put it there the previous month to cover a stubborn decomposition stain.

“I like you all the time, Liana.” It felt like someone was slowly lacing my throat shut from the inside.

I didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling.

“Buh you like… thish.”

[fishermon]

Another drawing I did for Rose and Lavender :] I'm very proud of this one, I saw this pose reference on Pinterest (then lost it again after I finished the drawing and it took ages to find it again 💀)

But yeah, my inability to draw Ghosts tattoos is on full display here :D (aka I made them the fuck up just to put SOMETHING on his arm) I'm tagging it with ghostsoap because this is another piece "drawn by Johnny"

I'm very proud of this tho, specifically the colouring, the pose is whatever, all I did when I drew it was make him beefier, because that man will have no fat on his bones over my dead body, how do you expect him to have massive tits if you won't let him have any fat?

But yeah, I really like how his scars look in this, especially his flogging scars and the way they kinda look like a firework coming out from the meat hook scar :] He's just pretty.

Pose base ref I used, snippets of the chapter this art shows up in, as well as general other nattering under the thingy :]

Also you cannot convince me Simon doesn't have a builders bum. You can't. He does. I don't care if he has so much ass to keep his trousers up, he has a builders bum crack and Johnny likes to poke it because he thinks it's funny.

You know what I'll post the screenshots of where abouts in the fic this drawing comes as well (chapter 16).

Simon uses the words "schitzo" and "psycho" in a derogatory manner in these, in case that's not something you want to read. He has a LOT of internalised ableism issues

"you make them look okay" is Simon's way of saying "you drew my scars in a way that doesn't make me feel sick to look at"

Also "going by a 'funky new nickname'," was actually Simon's system having a host switch to a guy named Sy who shows up much later in the fic :D

The pose ref I used was that one but it was flipped by whoever put it on pinterest

[goquokka00]

Stray Kids on Weed

The Han Strain In which the love of their life smokes the mary jane, and they give it a shot for the first time...

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

A Few Notes: This is purely just supposed to be funny and a joke. I've also never been high and while I am friends with those who have either tried weed or do weed on the regular, I only know so much. So please just bear with me and have a good laugh, okay? Okay. Love you guys ❤️❤️❤️ (P.S. I should also mention that this one is a little bit suggestive but it's not horrible)

Ah, our sweet baby Jisung. I can see his first ever experience of weed coming through a joint. He always thought you looked badass when you smoked joints, and he always wanted to give it a shot. And while he did end up having a coughing fit the first few puffs (because he really just didn't want to listen to you since "you figured it out for yourself, so I can do the same"), he actually found himself getting really relaxed from smoking said joint.

Little did he know what was in store for him. See, Jisung, when he's high, can blab. And blab. And blab, and blab. And um, well...

Blab.

He completely uses his filter, and just says anything and everything that comes to mind. And I mean anything. Jisung will voice out one thing, and then will switch topics instantly. Something like this: "I'm really excited about my new song, because it's written in the sense that I've now found who I'm supposed to be, and I really think that...you know, you look really hot. We can come back to this topic later, I just...can we just fuck really quick?"

Oh, and it's not just this kind of switch. This man is also a foodie. Yeah, he can be craving you and want to dig in between your legs and stay put for forever, but he'll also want to eat just a shit ton of meat or junk food. No veggies though. Veggies are dumb, and they don't mean anything. But he can talk about work, to you, to sex, to wanting to have sex, to really just wanting a juicy burger from that one fast food place that's nowhere in Korea.

Now, Jisung doesn't have a filter when he talks when he's high. But if you thought that it was just that? You're VERY wrong. Jisung also doesn't have a filter when it comes to when he's actually physically doing things, too. Like, he just acts first, and then thinks later.

He'll be talking, and then go to the kitchen and take a piece of bread before stabbing it a few times. And then he'll eat it. Just...right then and there. And when you ask him why he did that, he'll shrug, saying "I don't know man, isn't it common sense to kill things before you eat them?"

So now comes the question of, "Will he do weed again?" And my answer for you is that yes, he will. He really enjoys how relaxed and carefree he is, and he feels like it's a great way to bond with you, too. Also...he just...he likes feeling like a badass with his tattoos and smoking a joint. Y'know?

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

Taglist: @miss-daisy04 @kayleefriedchicken @wolfs-archive @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 @wolfs-howling @rose-w-00-d

[vixstarria]

there was a great piece of art posted here awhile ago (i SCOURED but couldn’t find it again so if you or anyone knows what i’m talking about pls let me know the artist) where astarion and tav were sleeping, astarion was having a nightmare and grabbing his arm super tight, but when tav tried to wake him up he attacked them on accident and was then overcome by remorse. if you’re still taking requests (if not pls disgard) i think it would be really interesting to hear your take on something like that in a fic, especially with your other pieces about their relationship along with his healing journey

Funny you should mention this, I happened to have a small piece along those lines that I had written for something else but scrapped. I've now expanded it, here it is:

Astarion was thrashing in another nightmare. Usually his night terrors paralysed him, but this one was different. You thought nothing of it when you reached out to try to wake him, when suddenly you found yourself pinned to the bed by your neck. He was leaning over you with an animalistic snarl, fangs exposed, and not a trace of humanity behind his eyes. Some rage or pain fuelled demon was wearing his body. Astarion wasn’t there.  

The hand on your neck squeezed, fingernails piercing your flesh. You couldn’t breathe. Your trachea was about the be crushed.  

Every moment seemed to stretch out into a lifetime as your mind frantically searched for anything you could do, suddenly grasping for survival.  

Knee him between his legs? You couldn’t, not the way you were lying. Smash something blunt against his head? There was nothing within reach. Cast a spell? There was nothing you could do fast enough, and your fickle patron seemed to have diverted their attention elsewhere while you slept.  

As the inevitability of your demise started to sink in, you saw a trickle of blood running down Astarion’s neck, from the same spots as where his nails were digging into your skin.  

The rings. 

You shut your eyes and bit down on the inside of your cheek, hard. As your mouth filled with your own blood, you heard a gasp. The grip on your neck loosened, and you instinctively rolled out of bed, coughing and spitting. Your mind was still racing, immediately switching to thinking of ways to prevent this from ever happening again. 

Sleeping draughts? Can he drink that? Or something that can keep nightmares away? Is there some kind of amulet of dreamless nights? Or do I just keep an empty bottle on the nightstand, something that will just shatter loudly if need be? Or- 

“What have I done..?” Astarion said in a horrified whisper. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry...” 

Oh stop fixing and just be there, you jackass! you thought to yourself, as you rose from the floor and flung your arms around him. 

“No, no, I’m okay, it’s not your fault.” You took his face into your hands. “Look at me, love. It’s not your fault, you know it isn’t.” 

“How tragically typical of me would it be, to kill the one person I care for? The one I want to protect.” Astarion’s voice was small, flat, quiet. “I shouldn't sleep next to you anymore. I can't be without you, I guess I can’t be with you either.” 

“Don’t say that, please. It will be fine.” 

“And what did you... how did... where is all this blood from?” he said finally.  

“The enchanted rings,” you said, getting up to grab a healing potion. “I bit myself to wake you.” You took a sip, swishing it around your mouth, and handed the vial to Astarion. He took it, too stunned to say anything. 

“At least if you tore my throat out, yours would have ripped itself out as well. Imagine how stupid we’d look when someone finally found us,” you continued.  

“Really? You’re joking about this?! This isn't funny,” he said, looking at your incredulously. 

Good, outrage was better than anguish, you thought. 

“No, it’s not funny, it’s romantic,” you persisted. “But we’re never taking these rings off, you hear?” you added softly, sinking back on the bed and sliding onto Astarion’s lap. It was only once your body started shaking in uncontrollable sobs that you realised you had forgotten to feel anything for your own sake. 

“Never,” he whispered, drawing you closer and pressing his lips against your forehead. 

[whatdudtheysay]

Context - You're on a boring 'date' with the duke of the north. But a certain someone keeps catching your eye...

Tw - slight nsfw but nothing major.

Note - this series will have switching povs to show inner thoughts of both main leads <3 - might include other important characters.

Credit - @cafekitsune

You sighed softly as you woke up in your large bed, stretching with a light moan.

Another day of pretending to be poised and demure. You got out of bed and stretched once more before heading over to the long and big rope bell in your room.

You shook it tiredly and only 0.5 seconds passed before five different maids entered, two carrying hot buckets of water and three empty handed.

They all curtsied in sync, smiling at you warmly.

"good morning, your highness."

"good morning." You greeted back.

The two with the water moved into your ensuite to prepare your bath while the others went to your huge closet, holding out different dresses until you decided to choose a simple light blue dress. They nodded, offering comments like "excellent choice" and "you'll look amazing in this dress, your highness."

But you've heard it all before. You were then ushered into the bathroom for a bath, the maids helping you undress before helping you into the warm water, their hands helping wash your hair.

It was nice of them to do but you thought it would stop when you were 16. However, your mother insisted.

Luckily, time passed quickly and you were out of the bath. luckily, after you 'kindly' told them to excuse you to dress yourself, they did.

After they left, you laid back on your bed, your towel slightly slipping off. You were dreading today. A date with a duke? He's probably been divorced 4 times and has 7 children.

You were dreading it. But it wasn't like you had a choice. You sat up quickly and pulled on some underwear, your stockings, then your dress and then your jewellery.

After a long thirty minutes of doing your hair and drowning yourself in rose perfume, you finally got up and headed downstairs.

There, you entered the dining room and saw your father at the head of the table, smoking a fat cigar and reading the royale newspaper as usual, your mother beside him, drinking some tea.

"good morning." You greeted before taking a seat opposite your mother.

"Morning, sweetness. Are you prepared?" Your father asked.

"Prepared?" You feigned ignorance, staring at the window as the maids served you breakfast.

"do not play dumb, y/n. It isn't befitting-"

"-of a Princess. I know, mother." You cut her off gently. "But do I have to go on this outing? I know you all want what's best for me but a duke?"

"you rejected 30 princes, 5 imperial knights and an earl. This is for your own good since you love being stubborn." Your dad sighed, turning the page of his paper. "I'm guessing you got that from your mother."

Your mother gave your father a glare before she refocused on her breakfast.

You wanted to argue further but you knew that they'd make the situation worse for you. You hated how your parents acted when it came to your life...

It was your only chance at living and yet you weren't in control. You were just a doll to them... And then you'd be a doll to your future husband. The cycle wouldn't end.

"Very well, then. I shall prepare." You grit out before getting up and leaving your breakfast untouched.

You were walking. You didn't know where but you were angry and you just needed to walk it off before you got yourself in more trouble.

You continued to mumble to yourself, ignoring the different palace helps who stopped to greet you. After almost five minutes, you looked up and realised you were in a deeper end of the palace.

Unsure, you glanced around. Despite living here since you were born, you'd never explored this much. You weren't allowed to. Funny.

You continued going deeper. At least if you got lost it would give you an excuse to hold off on the date with the duke. Eventually, you found a room at the end of the hall and pushed it open, revealing a large hall.

"woah." You audibly mumbled. It was so big. A bit smaller than the main... You guessed it was a spare....

Hesitantly, you stepped inside and noticed a lot of portraits around. So this was where your childhood ones went. One of you as a baby, a child, then the most recent was from your 18th, just a few months ago.

You were about to let your hand gently brush against the golden frame when-

"A beautiful portrait."

You gasped and turned around to see.... Him...

Lieutenant Fushiguro.

"Lieutenant- what're you doing here?" You asked. Did he follow you? You hadn't noticed... Or heard him.

"forgive me for starting you." He bowed. "The king wants me to guard your date with the Duke...I tried to find you but the maids said you stormed off in this direction."

Oh.... That made sense....

You somewhat calmed down and nodded. "I see. Sorry...I didn't mean to waste time..."

It was a lie. You did.

But you couldn't deny, the view was... Delectable. The view of him in that tight dark blue and cream royal guard attire... The brooches on his blazer, his hair that was slicked back yet somewhat messy...

It was hard to ignore that delicious shiver that kept tingling down your spine.

"It isn't a problem...besides, I'm sure you are...dreading the meeting?" Toji supposed.

You sighed in relief. It felt like he was the only one who wasn't lobotomized around here.

"Finally! Someone who isn't brain-dead. Uh, no offense." You huffed.

He chuckled deeply in a way that made molten heat pool in your lower stomach.

"I'm not sure a woman such as yourself should settle for anyone you find below your standard." Toji shrugged simply, taking a few steps between you, eating up the distance.

You found yourself nodding to his words almost eagerly. How did a stranger manage to see it and say exactly what your heart wanted while your parents believed the complete opposite?

"I'm glad someone understands." You mumbled, glancing back at your portrait.

"Well sometimes you need a change of perspective." He spoke calmly, his voice a lot closer than before.

You glanced over your shoulder, swallowing thickly when you noticed he was merely a step away from you.

Before either of you could speak up, the doors suddenly opened and your father entered. You glanced at toji, then your father, noticing the stare off they were currently having.

"Y/n. Down to the main hall. The duke is waiting for you." Was all your father said.

But he said it in that voice. The voice he used when you were two ticks away from trouble. So, you moved around Toji awkwardly and quickly left the hall, your father closing the door behind you. Curiously, you pressed your ear against the door, overhearing some muffled words but nothing coherent.

"my lady."

You almost screamed at the sudden voice, whirling around to see your lady's maid and friend, Nobara.

"Gosh! Nobara, I told you not to sneak up on me anymore!" You lightly chastised, moving to interlink your arms, hoping your father hadn't realised you'd been eavesdropping.

She laughed softly. "Sorry. But I was told you'd be going out today?"

"yes... Just got a while. I hope." You sighed, remembering your 'date.'

"in that case, should I tell the emperor you'll see him next week?" She asked.

You raised a brow. Satoru wanted to see you? But why?

"I guess so. I'll probably be tired after the outing." You nodded. Now you wished you didn't have to go.

Satoru was your childhood friend before he inherited the Gojo empire. You barely ever saw him because it was situated in the far north and snow was fun until you got frostbite.

But you had to face reality... Before you got yourself into more trouble.

As you walked ahead, you took one last glance at the hall. The bigger part of you hoped you hadn't gotten Toji in any trouble...

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(TOJI'S POV)

Fuck, it was hot. He was in the carriage with you, staring out of the windows, alert as usual.

But he was also discreetly staring at you. The heat was no match for a royal either. You were lightly fanning yourself, a bead of sweat moving down your collarbone, settling between the deep line of your cleavage.

Fuck. He had already ensured your father biting his head off about being near you earlier and now he was staring at those pretty tits eyes of yours. You kept glancing out of the window and then to your lap. Your fidgeting was making him nervous at this time.

"You alright, princess?" He asked, causing you to look up quickly.

You huffed, fanning yourself more. "Of course I am! I'm just... Thinking about my wonderful future wedding with the duke."

Toji chuckled, causing her to shyly avoid his gaze.

"I'm sure you'll receive many blessings of wealth and fertility." Toji hummed, making you gag.

"Ew, Ew, Ew! Don't!" You huffed, becoming more worried.

Toji sighed slightly. He could tell you didn't want to be bound to some random man and pop out more babies for him. Besides, who knew what the duke would make of the kingdom when your future husband took over.

Sadly, the ride slowed to a stop and toji helped you out of the carriage. He glanced around the large estate. It was....clean, kept...nice. befitting of a royal.

A woman came out, short and she had blonde hair.

"Good morning, I hope the the ride wasn't too eventful." She smiled, mostly at you than Toji.

"Oh, it was smooth, thank you." You replied with a smile as you had been accustomed to.

She led you up the path, Toji tailing behind, ensuring to keep an eye on the surroundings just in case...

They finally got into the estate, moving into the parlour which was thankfully, a lot cooler than the summer heat outside.

But then you suddenly stopped. Toji was a lot taller so he looked over your head and noticed a man sat, waiting...staring deeply into you.

Short silky blonde hair, regal robes and two different brightly coloured eyes. He had a wry smirk upon his lips and an odd look in his eyes as you stared at each other.

Naoya...the duke of the northern region.

Tags ღ - @blobkvna , @byerno6 , @iseeyouuu , @iloveaustinelvisandmannymore , @aloserprobably , @tojislittleprincesss , @meforpr3sident , @someonejasjsj

A/n - by changing povs I mean the story will focus more on one person than another just to lyk <3

Please don't steal or copy my work. None of the art in my works are mine 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

[howlingday]

I always love the idea of Jaune being ripped but wearing his Hoodie and other clothes that hide the fact. Like someone picks on Ruby so he takes off his Hoodie for safe keeping and is ripped

As funny an idea that is, it's unfortunately not canon. Jaune was skin and bones when he got to Beacon, trained with Pyrrha, and probably got buff all the way to Atlas, where he switched to his turtleneck. BUT WE DON'T CARE ABOUT CANON HERE!

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Ruby: Stop it~!

The little leader, Ruby Rose, kicked in the air as she whined, held aloft by her hoodie. The offending party, one Cardin Winchester, attempted to relieve her of her cloak. The young man had ceased his bullying habits, after a near-death experience with Jaune Arc, but some habits remained in their place. Such habits included being stubborn, aggressive, and very invasive, even if his intentions were less malicious than before.

Cardin: Come on, Red! I gotta do laundry!

Ruby: I'll do laundry when I'm ready to do laundry!

Cardin: When was the last time you washed this damn thing?!

Ruby: I washed it when I washed it! Now let-

Jaune: LET GO.

The two looked to see Jaune Arc standing with folded arms compounded by an angry look. Cardin immediately dropped Ruby, right on her butt. As she rubbed her rump, she looked up to see Jaune walking up to Cardin with a deep, DEEP scowl.

Cardin: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I wasn't picking on her! I just wanted to get her freakin' hood so it can get washed!

Jaune: Then ask her.

Cardin: I did, but she didn't hand it over!

Jaune: Then let her be. That doesn't mean you try to yank it off of her. (Sighs) But you're doing laundry, right?

Cardin: Yeah? Why?

Without another word, Jaune lifted his hoodie from his body. Beneath the cutesy face of Pumpkin Pete was the pinnacle of huntsman physique. Shredded abs, bulky pecs, and rippling arm muscles. Ruby and Cardin nearly drooled at the sight.

Jaune: (Sniffs) Hey... Ruby, did you wash your hood?

Ruby: Huh? Oh, uh, not yet.

Jaune: Maybe you should let Cardin take your hood and-

As Cardin took the hoodie from Jaune's hands, a red hood was tossed in his face, along with some other black fabric he didn't notice because he was blinded by the red.

Jaune: JUST YOUR HOOD, RUBY! DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT IN THE LOBBY!

[trendywaifus]

Stelle nsfw and sfw headcannons…Pleasewe

ye ye!! since you two buds said please-

— aaa being in a relationship with stelle is a ride. she’s so pretty and weird that you even wonder how someone like her exists. oh well, you ain’t complaining. despite her weird traits, when it comes to you, she’s protective and almost always seen by your side! she’s like a cat y’know?

— stelle flirts but it’s..pretty random? i feel like she doesn’t know how to be romantic all like that but tries her best in unintentional silly ways. like one time, she shows up at your cabin door in the middle of the night with a rose in her mouth casually asking to be let in. if you’re wearing an outfit that she never seen before and likes it, she’ll stare at you for the longest before commenting how good you look. she’ll prob say “ your butt fits nice in those pants, can i touch?”

— the way stelle looks at you whenever you’re around is adorable. march describes it as “a happy puppy who’s happy to see its owner! “

— def touch starved. every chance she gets to cuddle with you, she plops on top of you like a dead fish and now she’s apart of you. stelle’s pretty strong so if her arms are wrapped around you. . .good luck! also, please give her forehead kisses, it makes her all puddy inside and her love-sick grin is just precious.

— her kisses aren’t bad at all. they’re languid but a little sloppy since she’s ofc inexperienced. she’ll kiss you like that before and after missions, and in the heat of the moment like after a chase or fight; it grounds her.

— there’s a few times where stelle randomly suggested on making out with you behind a building during a mission and you just look at her like she took a dive in one of the trash cans on a street.

— you know that one idle when stelle is playing on her phone? yeah, imagine her challenging you to play with her and you almost always beat her. when she finally wins, for some reason she’s smug? like you’re sore loser, why so smug? she’d be the type to ask for a rematch and try to make you lose by casually using cheesy pick-up lines or making some random jokes that’s weirdly funny.

“ wow, i’m first place, again. “ you laughed, taking delight in seeing your girlfriend’s shoulders sag in defeat as she frowns at the sight of 2nd place in front of her name. “ losing in mario kart mobile is depressing, i know. it’s a skill issue though, the game’s easy. “ you shrugged, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

“ . . . .your mom. “ she mumbled.

your head whipped towards her, a look of surprised etched on your face. “ wh-what did you just say? did. .did you just make a mom joke, stelle? “ stelle clears her throat, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, she smiling cheekily, “ no, i obviously said good game, (name). “

nsfw

— stelle’s a service top and bottom so basically a switch. she prefers top though because she enjoys pleasing you. that dazed expression on your face; it’s almost like you’re seeing stars, she’s so enthralled by it. she’s so obsessed with the way you moan her name, she does whatever means necessary to hear your voice like a broken record in her ear.

— pervert! stelle is real. she’s sneaky with it, if you’re in the shower, she shamelessly undresses and invites herself. you won’t really realize she’s there until you hear the sliding door creak open and soon after, wandering hands makes theirselves known on your stomach then travels downward; hair ticking against your neck. she grins when you say her name in a breathless voice.

— she likes to touch herself and goes off at the mere thought of you alone. even when you’re asleep beside her, she can’t resist the urge in fingering herself while watching you sleep. she’s fine in relieving herself like this and doesn’t wanna wake you up. but sometimes, she gets a little too loud. is it on purpose in hopes of you waking up to help her out? maybe.

— i can imagine her throwing you a suggestive glance as you travel your fingers up her skirt from under a table, wandering a little too close to her cunt. she spreads her legs a little more, silently inviting you to go farther.

[0oolookitsme]

Not A Movie Night

Type- Blurb

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 714

Warnings- Talks about breastfeeding and nipples.

A/N- Well, long time no see? Coming back with a really shitty one but trust me the upcoming next one is actually good! Lmao, I'm just sorry for this one.

Slowly and slowly, Amore's eyes started drooping and all at once they were shut as small snores left her mouth, interrupting his singing.

Harry continued with the last line while tucking away her hair behind her ear. "I love you, bub. Sweet dreams," he whispered to her and very slowly removed his arm from beneath her small head. His face scrunched up when the small bed made a noise of relief from his heavyweight.

Looking back at Amore to make sure she was still sleeping, he pecked Andre's forehead as he slept spread out on the other bed. He left the door to the room open behind him and tip-toed back to the room he shared with his wife.

He just about shut the door to their bedroom to prevent their talking noise from waking up the kids. A bit taken aback the moment his eyes landed on his wife, the corner of his eyes softened up. He had a rough idea about the problem as she sat with her upper half ridden of her tee and bra.

"Y' alright, lovie?" He asked, settling beside her as she shifted.

"Yeah. Jus' the nipples."

"Did you use the ointment?"

The moment y/n shook her head, he reached for her bedside drawer. Oozing out some of it on his fingertip, he very lightly traced it over her left nipple, sucking in his lips when she tensed up. He did the same with the right nipple before putting the ointment on the drawer.

Getting up, he walked to his side of the bed and shuffled closer to her from there, letting her lull her head on his shoulder. "Doin' so good, aren't ya? Being an absolute superwoman." he smiled, rubbing her arm.

"Feeding the babies so well. They are growing up all pink and with full cheeks," he laughed and felt her shake with a chuckle. "Remember when their cheeks hung low? Now they are going away little by little- another sign of them growing up," he murmured.

"They can't always be like newborns, you know?" Y/n chuckled beside him, relaxing as the ointment soothed the pain and gave a cold sensation. "If that would've been the case, don't you think every women's nipples would've been bitten off?"

That made Harry laugh a little too loud, causing him to smack his hand on his mouth. "I can't believe you just said that," he said, still sputtering out laughter.

"Wha'? It's the truth! Babies don't just suck. They quite often bite on the nipple too! You know that!" She exclaimed, shaking her head at his reply: "'Course I do! But that fact you stated was terribly funny," he chuckled, reaching for the lamp on her side of the bed to turn it off.

"Oh, Harry... ?"

Harry knew by the overdue silence on her end that it couldn't be a very nice sentence she was going to proceed with. Without completing the task, he rose back up to his sitting position. "What?" He asked, doubt lacing that one word.

Starting off unconfidently, she made a few hand gestures to fill up the gaps the awkwardness was creating. "I was thinking of bringing the kids here for tonight... haven't done it in more than a week, y' know?"

For a while he stared at her, poking his cheek with his tongue. "Rock, paper, scissors!" He started and y/n was quick to follow even if a little startled. Choosing to go with a rock but groaning because he pulled a paper, she passed him a pair of puppy eyes and a pout. "Go on, go!" He ushered her to bring the kids.

Huffing and puffing and glaring at him, she put on one of his shirts and walked out of the room impersonating a zombie.

It wasn't long before Harry could hear giggling and squealing along with running feet. "Don't run!" He heard her yell lightly and chuckled. Getting off of the bed, he switched on the lights and opened the bedroom door so that they don't run into it.

"Ah! Look at the plums!" He exclaimed, laughing when they proceeded to jump on the bed. "Now, now. Calm down there, we're going to go straight to sleep- no movie night," he told them, glad to see them still giggling.

Tagging: @reveriehs <3MASTERLIST :)

[writing-until-i-drop]

What's In A Name? Chapter Ten

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: It's time to say goodbye.

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Previous Chapter

Meg came to with a groan, pain radiating through her body. Her first instinct was to reach for Kate, who was also starting to wake up.

“Are we dead?” Kate grunted.

“You in pain?” 

“Yeah,” Meg chuckled, wincing in pain.

“Not dead yet. Can you undo your harness?” It took a few minutes but they managed to release themselves. “Crawl out your window but watch out for the glass.”

“I don’t see any-Ow!” Meg’s laugh turned into a cough. “There’s glass.” Kate was halfway out the window when they heard the shouting.

“Kate! Meg!” 

“We’re fine,” Kate announced weakly to Tyler and Javi, who helped pull her out the window. Meg was next.

“Wait, I need to get my kit.”

“Screw your kit, Meg,” Javi said as he pulled her fully from the truck. Tyler was hovering over her immediately, checking her over for injuries. Kate was asking if everyone was okay and Meg was relieved to hear that they were.

“Y’all did it,” Tyler was crying. “You stopped it.” 

“And this is why we never let you drive anymore, Toad,” Javi used her old nickname, squeezing her hand. Meg smiled weakly at him, seeing for the first time in a long time, her old friend standing before her. “You wreck everything you drive.”

“I plead the fifth,” Her chest ached when she laughed. The harness had probably bruised her ribs. Her mind switched gears, cataloging her own injuries and how they were probably mirrored on Kate. 

“Baby, where are you going?” Tyler stopped her when she tried to move. “You gotta stay put until the medics get here.” 

“I am a medic,” She reminded him. “I need my bag.” Tyler shook his head, kissing her forehead.

“You’re not climbing back into that truck.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do, Arkansas.” The rest of the Wrangles joined them, sharing their love and praise for the two women. Eventually, Tyler agreed to help Meg to her feet, keeping a strong arm around her waist. “I ain’t gonna break, Ty.” 

“Baby,” He whispered in her ear, “I thought you were dead. Just shut up and let me hold you.” 

“You’re lucky I love you,” Meg leaned back into him but pulled away when she heard him hiss in pain, remembering what had happened before the theater. “Your leg! Tyler Michael Owens, sit your ass on the ground right now.” 

“Shit, yeah man,” Boone rushed over, guiding Tyler to the ground. “Doc, how ya feeling?”

“Got my ass shaken like a martini but I’m fine.” Boone barked with laughter,, squeezing her shoulder.

“Got a little too close to that lion now didn’t ya?” 

“Just a bit,” She groaned, shifting onto her knees. “I’m gonna grab my bag.” 

“No,” Tyler and Javi said together.

“Careful, Meg,” Kate warned with a lopsided smile. “You get these two to start agreeing on things and we won’t be able to have any fun.” 

“Haha, very funny,” Javi rolled his eyes. “Meg, sit your ass back down and I’ll get the damn bag.”

“Thanks, Jav,” She sat. 

“So, he gets to tell you what to do?” Tyler teased and she shoved his shoulder, giving a heatless glare.

“You want to be invited to that weddin’ Boone’s plannin’ me or do you wanna keep runnin’ your mouth?” 

“Wedding?” Kate perked up.

“You told her?” Boone ran a hand through his hair, “You agree with me on the roses though, right?” 

“You guys recorded this?” Javi shouted, backing out of the truck. Kate and Meg looked at each other, eyes wide.

“Don’t watch that!” The exclaimed in unison. Javi hesitated.

“But this could prove that what y’all did really worked and it wasn’t just a stroke of luck..” 

“Javi, Kate sntached her phone back. “You really want to hear what we thought our last words were gonna be before we died?” He paled, throwing up his hands in surrender. “That’s what I thought.” 

“I mean, I’ve got a morbid curiosity.” Boone looked between Meg and Kate, “But definitely not right now.” The girls shared a silent look, agreeing that no one would ever see or hear that recording.

“Ty, I’m gonna get my girl fixed up and then I’m comin’ for that leg, you hear?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Once the doctors cleared them all from the hospital, the Wranglers and Javi made their way to Cathy’s house. Meg was giddy by the time they pulled in the driveway, spotting the extra set of cars next to Cathy’s truck.

“You didn’t,” Kate gasped, recognizing the cars, looking over at Meg who was driving since Tyler was now on crutches.

“I did,” Kate hollered in excitement.

“What did you do, darlin’?” Tyler asked, reaching over the seat to squeeze her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later,” She giggled, Tyler groaned. The Wranglers all piled out of their cars, Meg honked a few times, alerting everyone in the house that it was time to come out. 

“No way,” Tyler’s breath hitched. Dr. Jo and Bill Harding were the first to walk out, the rest of the gang and Cathy following closely behind. 

“Thoughts and prayers, Cowboy. You’re gonna need them,” Meg kissed his cheek before running towards her family. “Mama, dad!”

“Hey there, Pumpkin,” Her dad lifted her into the air and Meg knew his back was going to hurt in the morning. “You brought a cowboy home.” 

“More like he brought her home,” Her mama kissed her temple, “You okay, sweetheart?” 

“Few bruised ribs, couple of scrapes, nothing permanent,” Rabbit stole her away from her parents, draping an arm over her shoulder.

“Not to interrupt the moment, but, Lawrence,” He held out his hand and it was filled with an open bottle of Jack Daniels that he passed to Meg. “I just have to say one thing,” Meg felt a surge of happiness bubble through her. “To the Extreme!” 

“To the Extreme!” The original gang, Kate, and Javi cheered. Meg took a swig of the liquor, grinning at the burn.

“To us!” Meg cheered, passing the bottle to Kate, “We did it.”

“We did,” Kate giggled, taking a drink. “We did it for them. We did it for our friends.” 

“So, who’s the Extreme?” Ben asked, pen and paper handy at the dinner table. There was a chorus of chuckles.

“The original or the remix?” Haynes asked, pointing her knife between Bill and Meg.

“Bill was the most out of control son of a bitch in the game,” Preacher announced, “Until little Meg over here.”

“I plead the fifth,” Meg laughed, leaning back into Tyler’s chest. “Plus, I still think mama is crazier than me.” Her mama rolled her eyes.

“Are we really telling this story again?” 

“It’s a classic,” Joey shushed Jo.

“There was a storm near Delton, right?” Beltzer started, “We were way too close and Jo had her camera out, videotaping the whole thing.”

“Then, this shitty green, what was it?” Lawrence, the only member of the original team who hadn’t been there for the incident, tried and failed to help tell the story.

“A shitty, green Valiant pulls up right in the way,” Haynes picked up where Beltzer left off. “Jo’s yelling and cussing the guy out when-” Rabbit jumped in, taking over.

“This naked loser with a bottle of Jack step out.” Tyler chuckled, kissing the top of Meg’s head.

“Naked?” Ben asked,

“Butt naked,”

“I was not naked!” Her dad defended himself but no one was listening to him.

“Naked as the day he was born,” Her mama kissed Bill on the cheek, “And he strolls up to the tornado and said-”

“Have a drink,” Her dad shouted. “Then I allegedly threw the bottle into the twister.”

“And it never, never, touched the ground,” Rabbit finished with a flourish of his hands. “That’s why we call him the Extreme.” 

“And it’s all lies,” Her dad shouted but the gang didn’t let him get away with it, launching into another tirade of overlapping stories. 

Once dinner was finished, Meg found herself on the porch, watching as the two teams interacted. Dexter was monopolizing her mama’s time, hanging on her every word. Ben, for better or for worse, was in deep conversation with Rabbit. Her dad and Tyler were sitting just a few feet away, animatedly trading stories and talking about Tyler’s truck. 

She wanted to spend every day like that, surrounded by her family and friends, watching them share years of tornado chasing experience. Her phone rang, Nick’s ringtone disturbing the peaceful atmosphere and for the first time in five years, she declined his call. She just wanted to be present in that moment, her heart filled with love.

Tyler glanced over at her and she smiled softly at him, then she crossed the porch and sat beside him, taking his hand in hers.

“Dad, what timeline did you bet on?” 

“Five months,” He answered with a grin, patting Tyler on the back when he coughed, choking on air. “Puts us in October.” 

“Okay then,” She stood again, kissing Tyler on the cheek. “Tyler, you should probably ask for his blessin’, I’m gonna tell Boone that the roses are out.” 

The next day, Tyler drove Meg to the airport, her flight coming in first thing in the morning as opposed to Kate’s later flight. 

“I’ll be back in a month,” Tyler kissed her desperately and she met his need. She poured every ounce of love she felt into the kiss, eagerly parting her lips for him to deepen their kiss. 

“That’s far too long,” Tyler said between kisses. Meg didn’t want to leave but she knew she had to. She had a job to quit, a partner to say goodbye to, and an apartment to pack up. All things that needed to be done in person. “I’m gonna miss you, darlin’.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Ty. But I’ve gotta go.” He chased her as she pulled away, kissing her until her lungs burned for air. “Tyler-”

“Don’t go.” 

“I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to,” Meg pulled away, pushing at his shoulders to keep them separated. Tyler pouted at her. “This will be good for us.” He grunted in disagreement. “I’m serious, Tyler. We’ve been goin’ fast,” She squeezed his thigh. “A little time, a little space, it’ll give us some clear direction on where this is goin’.” 

Tyler looked uneasy all of the sudden.

“You’re coming back, right?”

“You’ll chase me if I don’t,” A smile toyed on Meg’s lips.

“Damn right.” 

Fin. 

a/n: I cried writing this chapter - I have NEVER written a story from start to finish and I am unbelievably proud of myself. Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me, encouraging me with all of your comments, likes, and reblogs. I love you all so so so much!! (that goes double for you, mom) I have a few one-shots in mind for Meg and Tyler but I don't think I'll be posting them soon, if there's any requests, please send me an ask

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Chapter Six

A knock sounded rapidly on the door of our hotel room, pulling me from a deep sleep. Butcher and I both shot up in bed before looking at each other, me wearing a far more panicked expression than him.

"Who the hell is that?" I mouthed, not wanting the most likely threatening guest on the other side of the door to hear.

Butcher shook his head as he drew a calloused digit up to rest on his closed lips, signaling me to stay silent as he grabbed his newly polished handheld from the bedside table. Quietly, he stood and walked on the balls of his bare feet towards the door in nothing but a pair of black boxers. I would've enjoyed the view more had I not been reaching for my trusty pocket knife, which I had stashed under my pillow the night before.

The blade effortlessly flicked out, gleaming under the light from the bedside table I had switched on. I rose onto my knees, ready to be Butcher's backup if need be as he grasped the shiny doorknob and turned it slowly, opening the door no more than an inch.

Butcher's shoulders visibly relaxed as an overly cheery greeting flowed from his mouth. "Top of the mornin’ to ya’, governor."

When Ed's voice came from out in the hall, I blew a breath through my mouth and flopped back down on the bed, dropping my knife on the nightstand closest to me.

"Oh, good morning. Mr. Butcher, sir. I usually don't make a habit of checking up on my guests unannounced, but you didn't answer the courtesy wake-up call this morning, and I wanted to make sure you folks were alright."

"No worries, mate," Butcher assured the elderly innkeeper as he discreetly slid his gun into the waistband of his boxers, letting the pistol rest against his lower back.

"The misses and I had quite a late night, with it being our honeymoon n’ all. My wife was so insatiable, I swear I had to paw her off me when it chimed three."

My mouth opened in horror, and I didn't hesitate to hurl Butcher's pillow at his back, causing him to stumble forward in surprise.

"Bloody hell, there she is again. I'd love to stay and have a chin wag, but my husbandly duty calls.”

Ed chuckled from behind the door, but I never caught his response as Butcher closed said door and turned back to face me.

"Well, nothin’ like a little mornin’ fright to get the day started. I swear, plannin’ a whole fight in my head sure does get the blood pumpin’, ya’ know what I mean?"

I ignored Butcher's words as I scowled up at him. "I am not insatiable."

"Really? Coulda fooled me," he shrugged, earning him another pillow to his face this time. But it did nothing to get my point across as he laughed at total volume, throwing his head back before retrieving both of our pillows that now rested on the baby blue carpet.

"I swear, love, you're easier to wind up than the little toys me mum used to buy me as a wee boy."

"That’s funny because wind-up toys were invented in the 15th century, but I suppose that makes sense considering your age."

Butcher froze, pillows still in hand, as he raised a dark brow. "Interestin’. I thought I fucked all the attitude outta ya’ last night."

"Well, it's not my fault you weren't very thorough," I quipped back."

"S’that so? Well. Don't make any plans today, sweetheart, because when I'm done with you, ya’ won't even remember how to walk, eh?"

"What plans? God knows I'm stuck here with you for the forseeable future."

Butcher tossed the pillows beside my head and crawled up the length of my body. He looked down at me, smirking before I felt his hand begin to fumble with the hem of his Hawaiian shirt I'd stolen last night.

I noticed the absence of his usual chain with his wedding band dangling in my face, and for that, I was grateful. The last thing I wanted while having sex was a constant reminder of the love of Butcher's life and of the fact that if she weren't dead, Butcher and I wouldn't even be together. He'd be drinking wine somewhere in a suburb, and I'd still be on the streets, counting pennies for my next meal.

"If I had it my way, you'd wear nothin’ but my shirts all day, with your perfect pussy peekin’ out every time ya’ bent over," Butcher whispered filthily as he began raking the thin material up my body.

"I think that can be arranged," I breathed, anticipating Butcher's next move. But it never came due to something catching his attention.

"What's the matter," I asked, concerned, as he stayed frozen, staring down at my stomach. It wasn't until I followed his line of sight that I saw what he was fixated on.

There, just below my last right rib, were the stitches MM had resewn only a few days before. Last night, it had been dark except for the few rays of moonlight peeking in through the window. Now, the reminisce of my injury basked under the bedroom lamp light, clear as day for Butcher to see.

"They're supposed to dissolve in a couple of weeks MM said."

Butcher softly ran his finger around the row of stitches, being careful not to touch the actual closed wound.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not so much."

"Shoulda never fuckin’ happened." Butcher's eyes darkened as his mouth settled into a firm line. "S’all my fault."

"Butcher, this was in no way your fault," I said, quick to halt the bullshit he was spewing. "It was some invisible freak who shot me; how was any of us supposed to see that coming?"

"Doesn't fuckin’ matter!" Butcher bellowed, startling me as he slammed his fist down on the mattress beside me, making the headboard shake. "I put you in that invisible cunt's path because I was too bleedin’ obsessed with getting a meetin’ with Rayner.”

"Butcher, we all wanted that meeting with Rayner. So, don't be a fucking martyr and take the blame for something that is not even remotely your fault."

Butcher, who was stubbornly resigned to his own version of the truth, stood from the bed and kept his head down as he headed for the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash up. We can grab some grub after," he informed me curtly.

"C'mon, Butcher, don't be like this," I begged, hopping up from the bed to stop him from hiding in the bathroom to wallow in self-hatred.

His hand rested on the bathroom door, and I ran my hand up his back, watching as goosebumps rose on his freckled skin.

"I chose to be there that day," I gently reminded him. "When I decided to join this team, I knew I was putting myself at risk of getting hurt, and I made my peace with that.”

"Sometimes I wonder," Butcher whispered, leaning more of his weight on the door. I couldn't tell if it was to evade my touch or if the subject weighed so heavily on his shoulders, that he needed physical support to stay upright. "If I shoulda left ya’ there with Hugo that day."

My stomach sank at Butcher's confession, and he finally turned to face me, looking down regretfully.

"What- what are you talking about?" I stuttered. "You honestly wish you would have left me in that fucking hole?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly compare the basement of the pawnshop to the Four Seasons. At least with Hugo, you were safe and didn't have psycho supes running after ya’."

I only stared at Butcher with disappointment as he continued.

"What the fuck was I thinkin’? Bringin’ a sweet thing like you into the trenches of hell with me," Butcher murmured more to himself than me, but I answered him anyway.

"You were saving me."

Butcher scoffed, "Don't be a daft cunt. I fucked up your life."

I shook my head in firm disagreement. "Stop talking like this, and come back to bed."

I stepped back and slipped in between the sheets, hoping he would follow me. Instead, Butcher regarded me as if I were a puppy he had just kicked. So much guilt riddled into one man.

"Butcher, I am my own person," I huffed. "So how about you let me take responsibility for my own actions that got me shot that day. You were the one telling us all to get back to the van, yet I was moronic enough to pull out my own gun as if I was going to fight the unseeable son of a bitch. If I had followed your orders, I would've gotten to cover quicker and never would've been shot. Now, goddamnit, come back to bed."

Butcher swallowed as he processed my words before finally shuffling back to the bed.

"If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way," he whispered as he mirrored his earlier position over me, dragging up my shirt up once again.

I gave him a confused look, but he disregarded it as he began littering my body with kisses, soft and warm. His lips traced every inch of skin that was revealed by his shirt, wrapped around me, until he reached my scar and stopped for a second time, taking extra care to worship that specific area.

Butcher dragged his lips around the sensitive flesh, mumbling, "Never again. Never again will I let somethin’ happen to ya’."

My head rested against the bed as I relished in the tenderness Butcher was displaying.

"No one is ever gonna touch my girl again."

My girl.

To that, my head snapped up as I gazed at Butcher, stunned.

It's possible he was too lost in the moment and had a slip of his tongue, but the softer side of me, which was hidden deep below many layers of intense insecurity and genuine self-hatred, hoped that the term was intentional.

Butcher seemed to notice my rigid stature, and he looked up into my face, displaying all of the thoughts running through my head.

"That's what ya’ are, right?" He asked, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind my cheek.

"I don’t know. Am I?." My nerves had caused my voice to grow weak.

"Ain’t that how it usually works? A bloke finds a pretty lady and asks her to be his."

I took a shallow breath before daring to speak.

"Well, please forgive me, but I don't recall you ever asking me."

Butcher took on a look of mock confusion as he ran a finger under his chin, pretending to think.

"Have I not asked ya’ yet? I swear it's on me to-do list."

I giggled at his playfulness before Butcher leaned forward and cupped my face with both his hands.

"Josephine, will you please be my girl?"

Any traces of teasing had vanished as Butcher gazed at me earnestly, holding his breath as he waited for my answer.

"Yeah, ok," I smiled shyly, experiencing bashfulness for the first time in my life.

Butcher all but tackled me, pulling me into his arms and covering my head and neck with kisses. My laughter bounced off the walls, and I wrapped my arms around him, saying a silent prayer of thanks that after so much misery and consternation, he was finally and officially mine.

Our lips met in a feverish kiss before I pulled back, much to Butcher's dismay.

"I am more than happy to be your girlfriend, but I won't hesitate to break up with you if you ever call me Josephine again."

"Yes, ma'am," Butcher smirked before he wasted no time to draw me in for another kiss. Our tongues clashed as we stole the dominant role from each other multiple times.

Soon enough, our clothes were abandoned, and Butcher was quick to sink his thick length into my entrance, which was dripping just for him.

"S’only been a few bloody hours since I was inside ya’, yet you're still so fucking tight. God, what a perfect whore you are for me."

I preened under his praise that was sprinkled with the perfect hint of degradation.

"Move, please," I begged as I helplessly clenched around him, threatening to make him finish much earlier than he wanted to.”

Giving in to my pleas, Butcher pulled all the way out before forcefully thrusting back in. He began to fuck me urgently, and my walls excepted him every time he entered me with ease, thanks to my slick that was now coating my thighs and his heavy balls.

I drifted in and out of the ability to communicate, soon coming to the point where my only answer to Butcher's dirty phrases was a small cry of "Daddy" as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I had already orgasmed several times, but Butcher seemed determined to completely ruin me to the point where I really couldn't remember how to walk.

"Poor thing. Just needed Daddy's cock, huh?"

Another strangled moan exited my throat, but any attempt at an actual reply was hijacked by Butcher's phone ringing.

Both of our heads shot to where the device sat on the bedside table, and the name "MM" blinked brightly on the screen.

"You should get it," I encouraged, momentarily distracted from the way Butcher was roughly pounding into me.

"I'll call him back," Butcher replied sharply as he gripped my hips in his big hands, bringing my body to meet his thrusts.

"But, what if Hughie and him are in trouble?" I asked, throwing my head back as Butcher hit a particular spot against my gummy walls that always had me coming in moments.

"They could be fuckin’ dyin’ right now, and that still wouldn't be enough to drag me away from this cunt. Besides, MM texted last night sayin’ they were safe n’ sound."

I had no real chance of winning the argument as soon as Butcher's thumb touched my aching clit, whispering praises in my ear.

"You can do it, doll. Come for Daddy one more time. Give him a nice and big one."

I was seconds away from coming like Butcher had told me to when his phone buzzed again with another incoming call, causing my head to snap sideways and study the device as MM's name popped up once again.

"Mm, Butcher, you need to answer. There must be a problem if he’s calling you again," I tried to reason as I mourned my ruined orgasm thanks to MM's persistent attempt at making contact.

Butcher grunted in frustration as he slowed his thrusts but didn't stop completely, letting his fat cock continue to stretch me open.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?" Butcher instructed as he kept a firm grip on one of my hips and used his other hand to hold his phone, bringing it to his ear.

"Oi, what the fuck do ya’ twats want?" He yelled gruffly into his phone.

Even though MM couldn't see us, just knowing that even a tiny sound from me would give away what we were doing made my face heat with embarrassment. It was entirely humiliating, but I knew Butcher was betting on the fact that it would get me off, and I was ashamed to admit that he was right. But he had already received confirmation by the way I pulsed around him, and he sent a smirk my way before answering MM.

"Yeah? Well, just be careful, and tell Hughie to pull his head outta his bum and look where he's bloody walkin’."

Butcher was quiet as MM's muffled voice sounded from the other side of the call, and I slapped a hand over my mouth as Butcher's length grazed my cervix, causing my lashes to wet with tears.

"Oh, us? Yeah, we're alright. Jo? Yup, she's doing just fine. Cool as cucumber she is.”

Butcher rolled his eyes as his hips momentarily slowed before immediately speeding up to rival his previous pace.

"Yes, I am being a perfect gentleman, MM. What? You don't believe me? Well, why don't ya’ ask her yourself?"

My eyes bugged out in alarm as Butcher tried to hand me the phone, but I slammed it against his chest and shook my head, silently begging for him to have mercy on me.

Butcher snickered, thoroughly entertained, as he brought his cell phone back up to his ear.

"Oi, sorry, but Jo seems to be sleepin’. Yep, she had a very tirin’ night last night. What can I say? The poor girl is knackered."

By this point, I was completely out of it, and all it took was a single brush of Butcher's thumb over my swollen clit again before I was coming.

I wasn't even aware that Butcher had hung up or orgasmed himself as my vision blacked and I lost feeling in my limbs.

"You ok, doll?" Butcher asked softly, drawing me back to consciousness.

I could only whine in response, and I felt Butcher spread my legs before a warm towel caressed my skin, cleaning me up. I moaned my thanks through a horse throat.

Finally, I peeled my eyes open as Butcher gently sat me up to pull his shirt back over my body.

"You just rest here, yeah? And I'll go scrounge about downstairs for somethin’ for us to nip on. That sound good, darlin?”

I nodded with a blissed-out smile on my face, enjoying the feeling that I was floating on clouds rather than lying on a simple mattress.

But just as Butcher opened the door to leave, I stopped him.

"What did MM want? Are he and Hughie ok?"

Butcher did little to suppress his laughter as he ran a hand down his face.

"MM just wanted to let me know that Hughie had apparently fallen and hit his head. The gash was so deep that MM thought it would be best if he took the lad to the hospital. He was lettin’ me know in case they were spotted."

"Hughie fell? Did he trip over something?"

"Yup. His own two feet."

I snorted loudly as I ducked my head into my pillow and listened as the door clicked shut behind Butcher as he exited the room.

With my eyes now closed again, I blindly reached my hands out, searching for the covers. Upon finding them, I pulled them over my head and curled up on my side, deciding to take a cat nap as I waited for Butcher to return with breakfast.

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