#my darling trainwreck

[st-hedge]

I’m very proud of this “slightly insane, dead inside, but kinda over it” flavour of ganondorf I cooked for calamity au (inspired by the new chapter I posted for the fic)

[yxstxrdrxxm]

(Before I start, I want to say thank you to Navina for indulging this in DMs :’> )

After this week’s update, it was cathartic to imagine a scenario where Boss gets slapped in the face by Friend! Darling ^o^

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It starts out as a petty argument, nothing serious until Boss says something that hits too close to home for Darling.

“With your attitude, I occasionally wonder if you are even capable of a serious relationship.”

…..and you can guess what happens next. Pain spreads across his cheek, amplified by the stylish rings Darling likes to wear. (I imagine them as the type to wear multiple rings on both hands :> )

But what really catches his attention is the look in Darling’s eyes. It is cold, serious, lacking any of their usual friendliness.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop flirting with you, you know,” they reply coldly. “I’d hate to waste the time of an eligible bachelor such as you.”

Idiot. By now, Boss should know that Darling is honest about their physical attraction to him. That in a society where being single is frowned upon, he is their first choice for a marriage of convenience. That to Darling, love is a form of control—hence why they are so emotionally distant, to avoid getting hurt and swayed by their emotions. Does this not prove that they are serious about Boss, especially compared to their casual relationships from the past?

Whatever Boss’s response is, Darling will just sigh, apologize for slapping him, and move on to a new topic. The next time they meet up, they even insist on treating him with his favorite snacks.

It’s too bad that what Boss felt in that moment was not guilt but amusement.

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Bonus lore:: Boss and Friend! Darling have known each other for five years, but it was only recently that they went from purely platonic friends to their current dynamic!!

Darling always viewed Boss as physically attractive + husband material, but….yeahh I think the italicized text above explains why they are afraid of romance and giving their heart to someone. It will take a long time for them to open up to Boss……..so it’s a good/ bad thing that patience is one of his virtues </3

(navi.exe has crashed.)

[itookyoudown]

season 2 of iwtv was bad actually. louis and daniel were great, lestat was lestat, and armand was fantastic in some parts but everything else...no 🖤

[bee-writes-n-spins]

tw - unusual ways of sh please read at your own risk.

a/n - this is very bad but i need to feed y'all.

there have been moments when all you want to do was stop breathing. but you have too much to do and too many people who rely on you. so, you settle for hurting yourself instead.

tonight is one of those nights. sitting on your bathroom floor, you pull at your hair and bite your own arms. you taste blood.

tears fall from your eyes as you fall on the floor from exhaustion. you need to clean yourself up. he's supposed to come over in fifteen minutes.

and so, with a shaky sigh, you get up off the cold tile and rinse the blood off your arm. it kind of hurts but also feels kind of nice. it makes you feel kind of alive.

your gaze slowly looks up to the mirror and is met with what most would call an absolute trainwreck. "what a disgusting sight," you think.

your gaze moves back towards the floor as you finish washing the blood off. removing your arms from under the faucet, you look at the bite marks that adorn your arm. it almost makes you feel proud.

fingers trail across the marks as you exit the bathroom to find bandaids. or some gauze. or somthing.

but, much to your dismay, he is standing right outside the bathroom door. your eyes widen with panic as you stare at him. as you look up at him, his eyes meet yours.

"darling... this is getting out of hand," he murmurs. pulling you close, he looks at the damage you've done to yourself. his brows furrow with worry as he sees just how bad it is.

"i.. i'm sorry.." you mutter. it makes your heart hurt every time he sees you like this. it's not the first time he's had to help you after a breakdown.

"don't apologize."

"but you have to deal with me. i'm an adult. you shouldn't have to take care of me."

"i don't take care of you because i have to, darling. i do it because o want to." and with that, he pulls you into a tight embrace. his face buries in the crook of your neck as he goes on: "and i want to because you are my everything. not just my world, but my cosmos."

a lump forms in your throat as he rambles his love for you.

"i love you," you sigh as your voice breaks. a shaky breath leaves your lips as you cry into his shoulder.

"i love you too," he whispers.

the rest of the night is then spent with you curled up in his arms, watching a movie, and him whispering little 'i love you's every chance he gets.

bonus:

"why'd you come over so early anyways?"

"cause i left my razor..."

chuuya, kunikida, fukuzawa, dazai (delusional), aether, zhongli, neuvillette, tighnari, venti, diluc, giyuu, and any of your other amazing favs.

[animusrox]

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[mxnhoo]

surprises! (k. sn)

synopsis : sunoo was ghosting you the entire day, and you wanted to have a day out with your mom to take your mind off of it, and suddenly there was.. a surprise?! pairing : kim sunoo x reader genre : romance, fluff, sunoo is mad mad mad sweet it makes me want to cry, not proofread w/c : 2.6k a/n : hey guys, just had a quick idea and had to do something about it. idea is from @/hatsunenica on tiktok. worst part is, it's currently 1am and i need to wake up at 7am tomorrow LOL ignore the mistakes, hope yall enjoy. KINDA HATE IT THO COS IT'S KINDA CLICHE

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You rested on your bed, feeling exhausted after crying non-stop for hours. You were just laying down lifelessly, your phone beside your head. The room was dim, the only light source being the lamp that was resting on your nightstand. Your pillow and sheets were stained with your tears and snot, leaving an obvious outline and you stared blankly, resting on your side. You received a notification, making your phone screen turn on, and you instantly sat up to see the notification, but was quickly met with disappointment when you realised it wasn't from the person you anticipated it to be. Quickly looking at the time before your phone automatically turned off, you realised how early in the day it was for you to be crying like this. Heck, it was only 6am in the morning, the sun has barely rised and you're already feeling a trainwreck of emotions, it's insane. Disappointment and hurt only filled you as you think back on the reason why you were crying in the first place.

Sunoo was not responding to any of your texts or calls, and it was making you feel worried, scared, fearful, to the extent you were crying this badly. He stopped responding to you from 3pm from the day before, and it made your overthinking worse.

Was he tired of you? Was he ghosting you? Did he not love you?

But to make it worse, you two weren't even in a relationship, so you felt like you didn't have the need to get upset over this. Your eyes slowly closed and you drifted off to sleep, feeling completely exhausted after being up for majority of the night, trying to contact Sunoo.

The sunlight made it's way to your room, and upon the brightness increasing, you started to gain consciousness. Opening your eyelids, you are met with the ceiling, and you had to take a few seconds to just stare and recall what happened. You heaved out a big sigh and shook your head, trying to shake the thoughts away. You sat up on your bed and quickly check your phone one last time, and once again, no notifications. You wanted to cry again, but there were no more tears. You put your phone on silent and Do Not Disturb, not wanting to come into contact with it for a while.

You throw your feet over the edge and realise how your journal and pen was resting on the floor. You probably accidentally kicked it down during your sleep after you journalled how you felt, writing down all the things you felt down to release your pent up emotions. You pick the journal up, reading a few lines from the entry you made yesterday.

"i miss your touch, i miss the way you call my name" "i wish you would just say something" "i love you sunoo."

And upon reading the last line, you slammed your book closed, immediately putting it on your nightstand. You shook your head once more, letting out a long sigh. Suddenly, your bedroom door opened, and you turn your head towards the door. It revealed your mom who was looking elated, and she spoke out, "Darling, let's go out today! Dress up nice, okay?"

You wanted to refuse, you wanted to say no so you could just rot at home in your self-pity, but before you could respond, your mom had already closed the door on you, leaving you no choice. Maybe a day without your phone will do it. Maybe you'll feel better.

You softly screamed and set your foot on the floor, standing up and stretching, ready to carry out operation "Day Without Phone Or Texting Sunoo". You knew your mother would take you out to breakfast, so you made your way to the bathroom to start preparing to shower.

Dress up nice? You definitely did. You were shutting your eyelids close as you spray the setting spray on your face after having put on a full make-up look. You slowly put down the spray and opened your eyes, looking at the table mirror in front of you. You grinned as you realised how prettier you have gotten, feeling more confident in your own skin. Today, you wanted to just forget about all of your problems, and you were definitely going to do it in the prettiest way. You stood up from the chair to take into view of how you completeluy looked. The sundress you were perfectly complemented your body well, showing off your good shape and your make-up that was just finished off making you look like a princess. Goddess, even. Feeling happy at your look, you opened the door to see your mom who was already dressed up, sitting on the couch and waiting for you.

"Ready to go? Let's dine at your favourite!" she exclaimed. You nodded, already feeling detached from your problems, and you quickly snatch your bag that was hanging near you as you folloewd her. Your phone was still nicely resting in your room, and you glanced towards your room one more time before closing the front door beside you.

Breakfast at your favourite cafe -- Dreamy Drips, which served the best pancakes, and afterwards your mom bought french toast too, which was nicely accompanied by an ice cream flavour of your choice, chocolate chip.

Afterwards, you and your mom walked around the street, admiring the view and just chatting. Occassionally, Sunoo appeared in your mind and it always made you want to break down, but you focused on the person who loves you with her whole heart -- your mother. You smiled at her, laughing at the jokes she made.

Shopping at your favourite bookstore was also one thing you two did, feeling like you were in paradise. You felt ecstatic at the sight of filled-up bookshelves, and it was almost as if all your problems were non-existent.

A cat-cafe was the next thing you and your mom went to. You absolutely loved cats, wanting to own one so bad but not having enough time to take care of it properly. You caressed the cat that was resting on your lap, and you smiled at your mom who was now taking a photo of you.

Lunch was the next thing. You two ate at a sushi restaurant, completeley devouring the food at sight. When you were completely filled up, you burped loudly and rubbed your stomach, your mom laughing at you.

This time, you and your mom ended up in the mall. You walked past stores, liking how they all have their own styles and different products. You occasionally entered stores to see the different things that they sold, copping a few items here and there.

After a long day, your mom announced that she wanted to go home. You agreed, feeling exhausted yet refreshed too, and she called a taxi. On the taxi ride home, you expected her to be chatty, recalling the simple moments you and her shared earlier in the day, except she was constantly on her phone and constantly typing.

"Who was she texting that she's typing like that?" you thought to yourself. You shrugged and looked out of the window, watching as the car you were in drive past the buildings. Your mom was probably texting your dad.

Upon reaching, you and your mom step foot outside the taxi, and you were about to walk up to her so you two could walk in the house together, but she quickly looked up at you.

"Darling, I have to deal with last-minute things, take the keys!" she exclaimed, smacking the keys to your palms before going to the opposite direction. You didn't even have the chance to say anything before her silhouette started to gradually become smaller, and not visible. You sighed, holding your bag and the plastic bags from the shops you shopped at today, walking up to the front door. Your rings clinked loudly and you unlocked the door, stepping foot inside.

Immediately, you noticed how the aroma of the whole environment was different. It smelled like.. vanilla? You tilt your head in confusion, raising an eyebrow and closing the door behind you. You turned on the light switch and instantly noticed something on the floor. Red.. petals? You observed as it trailed to your room, and you cautiously look around to see if anyone was there, but you were met with nothing. You attentively stepped to the front of your room, twisting the knob and opening the door.

There he was. Sitting on your bed, in a suit, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers - roses, and balloons that were sticked onto your wall that spelled out, "Will you be my girlfriend?".

You dropped the plastic bags you were holding and brought it up to your face. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened, processing the sight that was right in front of you. Sunoo was chuckling, as he nervously scratched his neck. He stood up from the bed, and started stepping towards you, until you called out, "Stop right there!".

Upon hearing your callout, he immediately halted to a stop, his eyebrows raising as he felt slightly puzzled. "I-I just.. need to process everything.." you added on, slowly bringing your hands down back to your sides.

He chuckled and responded, "You can take your time, I'll always be here, okay, Y/N?". Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks and ears. You finally processed the sight in front of you, and cleared your throat. "S-so.. what is this?".

He finally took the steps towards you, holding up the bouquet and smiling at you oh-so handsomely. He replied, "I wanna ask the prettiest girl out, and it so happens to be you".

You still couldn't believe your eyes, but you slowly took the bouquet into your hands and sniffed the aroma of the roses. They smelled so beautiful. Your eyes started welling up, and upon seeing your emotional state, Sunoo started to panick, "W-wait, why are you cryin-?"

Tears finally rolling down your cheeks and you cried out, "I thought you hated me! I thought you didn't like me anymore and I thought you found someone else! I couldn't stop crying earlier today because of my overthinking!".

Still panicking, Sunoo quickly brought you into an embrace, and patted your back. "Shh, I got you, Y/N."

You continued to cry, now your tears staining his suit, not being able to hold back your tears anymore. He continuously whispered sweet-nothings into your ears as he patted your back and caressed your hair.

"Was this why you were ignoring me?" you asked, voice cracking at the last few words. Oh man, Sunoo wanted to slap himself for breaking your heart and making you cry like this. He quickly leaned back and cupped your face, "Yes.. I wanted to surprise you and make you really happy, but I didn't expect you to be over me not responding. I'm sorry, okay, baby?". He pecked your forehead, and looked at you with such a reaussuring gaze.

You finally looked at him, eye-to-eye, and you noticed how handsome he looked today. The way his hair was nicely slicked back, eyes looking genuinely worried for you, and you melted into his gaze. With your free hand, you caressed his cheek and finally smiled.

"There's the smile I love so much." he grinned, a pink tint on his cheeks showing.

"I got you a gift, mind if I show you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, signalling if it was okay for him to pull away, and you nodded "Not at all, what is it?".

He grinned and stood back from you, walking towards the other side of your bed and picking up a box that was blocked in your view. As you watched him, you look at the bouquet of roses he gave you and smiled, placing it down on the table near you afterwards. He walked back to you, holding the box with both hands, and he handed it to you.

"What's inside, hmm? I wonder what it could be!" you said, your heart currently feeling so ecstatic at the moment. You opened the box and is met with a variety of things.

The first thing you pulled out was a digital camera that looked brand new, and you looked at Sunoo with shock.

"Is this the digital camera I wanted?!" you asked, feeling completely excited. He nodded and you continue, "But isn't it $300?!". Your eyebrows furrowed, worried about the cost.

He shook his head, "Nothing is too expensive when it comes to you."

You pouted your lips, melting at his words as you place the digital camera box inside the box and took out the next thing.

A stack of polaroids that were joined compiled together by a rubber band. You placed the box on the table that also had the bouquet and removed the rubber band, seeing all the polaroids.

The first polaroid was of you when you and him had gone out to study with a group of friends. You didn't even know he took a photo of you.

Second polaroid was of you studying when you went to the library to study with him and a few others

Third.. fourth.. fifth.. and it went up to a 10th.

The 10th one was a polaroid of you at the cafe, when you and him had agreed to hang out alone. You remembered it clearly, he asked to take a photo of you on his polaroid camera, and you shyly smiled at the memory. The 10th one had permenant marker writing at the bottom, and it wrote "The moment I knew I was in love with you."

You gasp and you looked at him. When you and him had went out that day, it was 2 years ago. He had been in love with you for so long?

You tied a rubber band around the stack of polaroids and placed it back into the box, and now the last thing was.. mail. A lot of it. You questioned Sunoo, "What's all of this?".

He shyly smiled, scratching his neck, "I wrote a love letter for you every single time I couldn't stop thinking about you." Your jaw dropped again, and you looked inside, realising the insane amount of letters inside. You could easily say there was 10, no, 25, maybe even 50. That is insane.

"I hand-made all those flowers in the bouquet, y'know?" he smiled, fidgeting with his hands, feeling worried you wouldn't like it. You whined out, your heart melting at him and feeling so happy

"I love it, Sun, I love all of it." you cried out, feeling emotional. Upon hearing your words, his face lit up, and he immediately brought you into an embrace.

Sunoo cleared his throat, before asking the big question, "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?".

You smiled at him, feeling so emotional that the boy your heart has been yearning for was finally asking you out, and even reciprocaiting your feelings.

"Yes, Sun, of course!" you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him for a kiss.

You were kissing him for the first time, and his lips felt so soft, so gentle. He held your head oh-so gently, and he was tilting his head to be able to gain more access. The way you two were moving in such a rhythmatically way showed the chemistry between you two, and you wanted time to just stop right here. Your heart was rapidly beating, and you felt like it could explode any moment. You felt so joyful, cheerful, delighted, elated, jubilant, ecstatic, all the snynonyms for happy. There were no words spoken, but it was so clear how much the two of you yearned for each other. The warmth you felt was like no other.

After a long minute, you slowly pulled back. Resting your forehead on his and looking right into his eyes, you smiled, "Sun, I love you so much."

He chuckled and replied, "I love you too."

[yameoto]

Listen I’m a FEMINIST but the way I’d be Alison Miller’s blue collar wife - so down bad it’s actually a threat to feminism.

Like someone looking AFTER her, after a long ass shift, making sure she’s fed, giving her head before she finally passes out from exhaustion - sending her off with lunch even though she keeps up before the damn sun half the time, pinching her cheek and telling her to be good like she isn’t about to spend her day doing hard ass manual labor.

Fighting half those shitty teens that go to school with Brandon for looking at her funny just because she’s yours, and she works too damn hard to be spoke to that way I just WANT HER

no like this gets so serious

wanna be the one to hold her pretty tired face in my palms and wipe the grime off her cheeks. making sure she comes home to a warm hot meal n fresh blankets and a clean house like some rural suburban housewife. she’s been dreaming, practically begging for a little stability for so damn long, because she’s been so fucking lonely. even before dad got arrested, her mother fucked off—and of course ali was the one fixing meals for mini brandon n her as dad went out and got fucked-up or whoknowswhat. packed his lunches and band-aided his scrapes from the scuffles he got in at school. microwaved hot pockets n sloppily washed the dishes when the pile-up began to start wobbling while dad did god knows that. certainly not caring for his kids (in the traditional sense, anyway). the miller house was and is a trainwreck. and when she picked up that job in the factory plant to take care of brandon.. not like she can clean up after herself with all the nights she’s spent, drunk off her ass, phone in one hand and three fingers in her cunt in the other. (even then, it was you. always you.) she’s been taking care of brandon for so long she doesn’t have enough time to take care of herself—and when she does, she’s absolutely shit at it.

(first time you came over, she stuffed her hands in her jacket and glanced away as she steered you away from the thick of it, suddenly self-conscious. like it had only just occurred to her that most people don’t live in a hovel. “s’not like i have the time..” and you just want to pinch her flushed cheeks and ducked head. coo at how adorable she looks.)

poor darling, been working n working her ass off her whole life. so having someone to come home to other than a 50/50 empty house or broken windows or a cuffed brother is more than a relief. god, how she loves you. needs you. thought you were an angel sent down from heaven when you first broke that dull, suffocating fucking cycle of monotony. waking up; working; sleeping. when you stayed over the first night and she’d blinked awake, blearily, her head on your chest n your arm lazily slung across her neck she thinks: god, she could do this forever. especially when you’d woken up, brewed a fresh pot of coffee and started on breakfast. she almost asked you to move in, right then and there.

she’s almost embarrassed to admit it, but fuck, does the picket fence life sound so appealing. she’s a simple woman with simple needs. one, being to hold you close. two, having three adequate meals a day (and you have the enforce no.2). fuck. she loves you so much. thinks she doesn’t deserve you. feels so bad that she’s so tired and sluggish after the end of a workday. obsessed with clinging onto your back and nuzzling into your nape and just staying there. weight of the world no longer on her shoulders. just her and her wife.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Some (in-game) people are going to be very disappointed in the Chosen of Bhaal ending:

Lord Enver Gortash: "Together we rule Faerûn as kings. No, more than kings - gods. We rule as the Absolute."

Nightwarden Minthara: "We believed we were all victims of the cult of the Absolute, but now we learn that one of us was an architect of this grand religious hoax. You helped to create this conspiracy. That means you may be the best person to help us control it, and the key to our victory."

Astarion: "You're going to sit nicely in my lap - perhaps naked - as I give orders to our nocturnal horde from my palace throne. Bhaal's army will be an unsurpassable dowry. I cannot wait for you to claim it."

Extra special shout out to Minthara, who wants a divorce if you reject Bhaal and the power he's offering. She's so fucking deluded, I love her.

Hang on guys, let me ask Daddy Dearest what he thinks about us (that is to say, me and him) sharing power with you. Considering that I just surrendered all say about the course of my life, and defiance will result in him immediately stripping me of all free will and reducing me to a feral wreck, so it's entirely up to him:

*When you level the world over, that dead world must be yours alone.*

Sceleritas Fel: "Of course [you can keep your lover], Master! We will always need to sire more Bhaalspawn! Although if they are not up to the task we may need to find you a breeding-mate. Or ten. Hopefully the near-slaughter of your partner taught them the wisdom of obeying your every command."

And interesting that Astarion talks about a dowry considering that the dialogue files describe the union of Bhaal and Durge as the "BloodWedding", and also your love interest is a "false bride".

Sceleritas Fel: "You and the Urge are wedded, now. One body, one mind."

Narrator: *Your darling would never agree to breed a spawn with you... The defiance begets death.*

Plus the stuff from BG2 where you should abandon all your companions and embrace Bhaal, and none of your mortal life matters...

Sorry guys, Dad says that I'm only to be committed to him as his self-insert and possibly worse, and that if you don't want to die then you have to be our obedient slaves and the surrogates for our murder children (alternatively referred to as "your" and "his" offspring in the narration). You have tadpoles in your brain, and we can seize control of them at any time: you have no say in this.

This is not going to end well for any of the overly ambitious villains involved in the alliance... Especially the ones who think they're the dominant half of this deal.

(I do love the horror of a good trainwreck narrative.)

I also find it fascinating that on some levels, the Chosen and Feral endings are much the same.

Durge: "My Urges are gone from me, as is any trace of Bhaal." Lord Enver Gortash: "I'm surprised Bhaal allowed you to slip away from his grasp. But this changes nothing. With me, you will have power greater than Bhaal could have given you, and you will bow to no master."

I like to think this translates to: "OH THANK FUCK."

[teddyeyeseddie]

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rockstar!Eddie x housekeeper!reader

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(a/n: this is really heavy so if you need an edited version without any of the trauma dm me so you can still read, ill send over an edited version <3 )

warnings: angst, mentions of drug addiction, alcoholism, some talk of p*ke, drugs, alcohol, abuse, child abuse, overdose, mention of someone getting murdered, eddies dad is awful, his mom isn't much better but

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“Sweets, my darling. Can you help me out?”

He stumbles into the room, pushing past you but falling to his knees shortly after. 

He's laid at your feet, brown eyes looking up at you. They’re glassy and blown wide, telling you stories you don’t want to hear as you look into them. 

You help him up as best as you can, all but plopping him into your bed. You look him over, groaning when you notice the dried puke on his shirt and pants. You grab the hem of his top, pulling it upwards and exposing his tummy which causes the rather incoherent man above you to finally speak.

“Gotta buy me dinner first,” he slurs, giggling after the words leave his mouth. 

“You have puke all over you and you are not sleeping in my bed like this,” you grumble mostly to yourself. 

He understands for the most part, lifting his hips when you unbutton his pants. You pull them down his legs, thankful this rockstar actually wears boxers. You throw his clothes into a pile on the floor before turning and pulling the covers over Eddie. 

The two of you don’t speak as you fall asleep, there is a silent understanding that this will be a conversation for in the morning. You turn to face him once he is fully asleep, admiring the way his face is illuminated by the bathroom light that you’ve left on. 

His lips are pillowy, red rimmed eyes now peacefully closed. He looks calm for the first time since you’ve met him, his body now settled as he lays in bed beside you.

You wonder how he ended up here. How a bright eyed underground rockstar could turn into such a trainwreck. You don’t know why you even helped him, the amount of times he directly disrespected you has you kicking yourself for even opening the door, let alone stripping him down to his skivvies and giving him a place to lie. 

You turn away from him, letting the bathroom light shine in your face as you try to fall asleep. It’s better than having to stare at him all night. 

You wake the next morning when you hear a groan come from behind you, it's low and guttural and makes your ears burn when you remember the source of said groan. You sit up in bed, swinging your legs over the edge as you turn your back to him. 

“Shit sweets, you get into my pants last night?” he smirks, his voice gravely and low as he speaks. 

You turn and look over your shoulder, shooting daggers with your eyes as you lock onto his brown ones. 

“No dipshit, you came over covered in puke and practically passed out at my feet. The least attractive thing you could have ever done. I’m turned off for eternity,” 

“Ouch sweets, coulda just said no,”

“Could just say no? You threw a whole party that I am going to have to clean, mind you. You threw a party, did god knows how many drugs and drank who knows how much and you showed up on my doorstep covered in puke and just expected me to help you?”

He stays silent, looking up at you where he is still laying on the bed. You have to avert your eyes so as to not stare too long, he’s pretty and he’s even prettier when he’s just woken up, so much more prettier when he’s sober. 

“M’ sorry sweets, must have gotten so fucked up I needed some peace. You’re my peace here, you know that?” 

“Eddie…” you sigh, getting up from your place on the bed, turning to face him. He props himself up on his elbows, looking back at you. 

“You-” you pause, “You can’t say things like that. You know we are no good for eachother. You run around doing whatever you want and fucking whoever you want.  I just want to be left alone, is that too much to ask?” you plead with him, wishing you weren’t the subject of his fixation. 

“Sweets,”

“Stop fucking calling me sweets!,” 

He stays silent at your sudden outburst, sitting up and propping himself up against the headboard. He doesn’t open his mouth, he simply casts his gaze down, avoiding any and all contact with you. 

“M’ sorry,” he finally mumbles. He gets up from his place in bed and heads for the door. He slips out without another word, not even bothering to put on his puke stained clothes, fighting the frigid October air in only a pair of boxers. 

You sigh once he leaves, knowing the inevitable that is to come. You know once word gets to Mr. Scott about what Eddie did in his room, you’re going to be the one who has to clean it. So, you get dressed in your work uniform, internally cringing that you will have to be in it around Eddie all day.

You make your way to the laundry room, collecting various trash bags, paper towels, and gloves. Lots of gloves. You know it’s only 8 o'clock in the morning and your shift doesn’t usually start until 10, but you think Eddie Munson deserves some kind of punishment for what he’s done to you over the last 10 days. 

You don’t even bother knocking, you just push right into the room. You find Eddie sprawled out on his bed, red solo cups and various pill bottles lying around him. If it were anything else, Eddie would look like a little angel lying in the middle of it all, his arms and legs pushing the contents around to form out the perfect shape. But here, with this, he looks like a disaster.  

“Come to yell at me some more?” he questions, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. You shake your head and stick out your hand which is holding a broom.

“You’re helping.” you mumble before turning to close the door. 

He gets out of bed, still clad in only boxers. He groans when he goes through each drawer to find no clothes that are clean. He finally finds a pair of sweats and decides to forgo a shirt while the two of you clean. 

You’re silent for the most part, the occasional “excuse me” as you brush past each other being the only sound in the large room. 

It’s when the trash is all picked up and the initial grossness has worn off when you really start talking to Eddie. 

“You remember how you said you aren’t like the tabloids crack you up to be?” you ask as you’re on your knees, scrubbing at a drink stain in the carpet. 

“Yeah, about that-”

“You’re just like em,” you cut him off, the scrubbing sound echoing in Eddie’s ears as he tries to think of a response. 

“I- um. I want to get better,” he reveals, shifting from foot to foot as he nervously stands before you. 

“You have to put in more work than you are now,” you brush your hands off on the skirt of your uniform and turn to start working on Eddie’s end table. It’s covered in sticky spilled drinks and remnants of coke. 

“It’s just hard kicking it, ya know? All habits are hard to kick but this one’s got me in a vice grip,” he says as he runs his finger under his nose, mimicking him snorting a line. 

“If you’re serious about it, you’ve gotta stop putting yourself in situations that call for it. Like parties, bars, etcetera,” you spray down the surface in front of you, scrubbing at it with a rag as you try and get the sticky substance to come up.

“Gotta get out of this fuckin band if I really want away from it,” he mumbles, turning towards the bathroom in order to get started in there. The two of you continue the conversation, all but yelling back and forth to each other. 

“What do you mean?” you question

“They’re the ones who got me into it in the first place. Was a pretty straight shooting kid,” he says from his place in the bathroom, gagging when he sees the state of the toilet.

“I lived with my uncle growing up,” Eddie smiles at the memory of his Uncle Wayne, a smart kind old man that loved Eddie like his own. He was more a father to him than Al ever was. 

“He passed when I was 20, completely wrecked me ya know?” he finds himself sniffling, the fond memories of his Uncle causing tears to well up in his eyes. 

“He had some aggressive type of cancer, just came and took him one day and it broke me. I turned to my friends, but they all fucked off and got married or had kids so I was stuck mourning my Uncle while all my friends got hitched. Ended up at a party one day, met Ziggy and the other guys. Was 22?” he questions mostly to himself, the last 6 years wearing heavy on his brain. 

There isn't much in his brain from his time with the band. It’s all shows, crowds, random fucks and a shit ton of coke. His life was all a party and honestly that’s all he can remember. 

He doesn’t remember the last time he visited his Uncle’s grave, he doesn’t remember how old Gareth’s oldest is, his own goddaughter. He doesn’t remember the last meaningful conversation he’s had, can’t even recall a time when he actually enjoyed anything casually. 

The room stays silent as Eddie scrubs at the toilet, he moves to the shower shortly after, finally emerging once the bathroom is sparkling clean. He’s surprised to see the majority of the room is clean, the end tables now bare and sparkling. 

You’d stripped Eddie’s bed, cringing when you remember what happened here a few nights ago. 

“Tell me more about your uncle,” You break the silence, pulling the corner of the fitted sheet down onto the mattress. Eddie does his side, smiling before speaking up. 

“He was a good man, took good care of me. Dealt with me flunking and dealing drugs,”

You roll your eyes, turning around to grab a fresh comforter. 

“Thought you said you were a straight shooting kid?” you tut, throwing the comforter across the bed and into Eddie’s hands. 

“I didn’t use my own supply,” he states matter of factly. 

“He took me in after my dad went to jail,” his gaze is cast downward, lip pulled in between his teeth as he continues. 

“My dad uh- beat me growing up. Me and my momma,” he pulls the bedding up to the corner of the bed, standing straight up and walking away to grab a pillowcase. 

“I never really understood it, I was so little and loved him so much and he just beat the shit out of me, and momma she loved me like a wildfire but she had her demons too ya know?” He stuffs the pillow in the case, throwing it down on the bed before he walks and sits on the couch next to the bed. 

“Passed when I was 12, she never really fought against it or him,” His hands are cradling his head as he looks down at the floor, elbows resting on his knees. 

“He got worse after that, there wasn't enough of me to go around anymore so he started going out finding people to rough up. Ended up going too far and killed some innocent teenager in some alley on the wrong side of town,”

He's sniffling by this point, he’s never opened up about his life to someone like this, not in the last 6 years. His life was meaningless and his conversations he held were just as so. There wasn’t any room for these types of emotion to run rampant in his life. 

“Then my band, met Ziggy when I was 22. He uh- basically forced my nose through a line. Not really, he just dangled a frontman position in front of me for his band and I bit, never agreed to something faster. Did that line like a champ and I’ve given the same energy to every line ever since. Feels like being reborn every time I do it, throws me back to that first night when I achieved my dream,” 

You take a seat next to him, turning your body to face him better as he continues. 

“I uh- couldn’t stop? Wanted to try the next pill or the next high. Luckily it hasn’t gotten so out of control that I do like heroin but I’ve thought about it. Just can’t do that to my poor momma. She’s probably rolling over in her grave as we speak,” 

“So your mom-”

“Overdosed? Yeah,” he sucks in a breath through his teeth, clicking his tongue as he wills away the tears that have flooded his eyes again.

“Eddie-” 

“No, it’s okay. There’s no need to feel sorry for me. I’ve done it all to myself, I could have defied the odds but here i am just proving them all right,” 

“You don’t have to prove them right, Eds,” 

“S’ easier said than done,” 

It's silent between the two of you, the other not really knowing what to say after such a heavy drop in the conversation. 

“I listened to some of your songs the other day, went and bought a CD,” you state.

“Yeah?” He has a goofy grin on his face when he learns you’ve brushed up on your Corroded Coffin. 

“Yeah, like the slower stuff you do. Like it all actually,” Eddie shifts in his seat across from you, elbows coming to rest on the edge of the couch.

“M’ writing a really slow song right now. People are gonna hate it, but I don't care.” he shrugs.

“You’ll have to sing it for me sometime,” you say with a small smile.

“Tell me your name and maybe I will,”

You shake your head and get up from your place on the couch, collecting your things and loading them onto your cart. 

“Wanna know who's been stuck in my head for the last week and a half,” 

You suck in a deep breath, eyes meeting his. They’re dark in this light, almost black. You admire the rest of his face, too afraid to say anything to what he has just revealed. 

“Cmon sweets, can’t call you that for the rest of my life,”

Rest of my life rings in your ears, your mind wandering to a life where you could be Eddie’s. A world where you were two normal people in a normal town with a normal life.

“Sorry, Eddie. Kinda like you calling me sweets,” you lie, turning your back to him as you attempt to push the cart towards the door. 

“S’ a name reserved for you, my momma used to call me that,” 

You physically recoil at that, bile rising in your throat when you remember days earlier when he had a woman in his sheets. 

“I’ve gotta get to work Eddie, have a good one,”

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oh my, love is a lie

for @the-road-betwixt. happy birthday. i did some recon on your favorite tropes and i hope i hit close :)

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"Love is a lie," Caroline declared, throwing back a glass of $418 zinfandel like a shot of tequila and slumping back on the couch in Kol's exquisitely decorated mid-century modern condo. "There's no such thing as soulmates. If I can’t find mine after over a thousand years of trainwreck relationships, it's fake."

"Cheers to that, darling," Kol said, waving his own glass in the air.

"You're so lucky you're not half-wolf," Caroline grumbled.

"Love can be a lie for me too, now. Don't be racist."

"Okay, yeah, but you don't start every relationship knowing that it's probably not right and that your soulmate could interrupt at any time and completely nuke it, so what's the point of even trying."

"I ruin things just fine on my own, it's true," Kol allowed. "But I think you're being a bit fatalistic."

Caroline huffed, propping her bare feet on the coffee table and idly wondering whether painting her toenails a mopier shade would be warranted. Pale grey, the color of the dead corpse of her love life, perhaps?  "The concept of soulmates is by definition fatalistic, Kol. And that's what post breakup wine nights are for. Fatalism, derogatory!"

"You'll find him," Kol insisted, in a rare moment of genuine emotional support. "You have forever, after all."

"Yeah, I do! What if he's already dead? What if I missed him?" Caroline asked, now drunk enough to give voice to the fears that she usually kept compartmentalized in the most out-of-the-way part of her mind. "What if I didn't find him in time and now I'll never have anyone?"

"Ah, we've had enough to invite the entrance of sad-drunk Caroline. A pity."

"Shut up," Caroline whined. "You're not being very helpful."

"I like to think I've been an excellent support system," Kol said indignantly. "I've listened to you mope for centuries and haven't encouraged you to contact an ex-boyfriend once. Do you know how rare that is in this day and age? In the era of looking up your ex-husbands on linkedin because it's the only platform they've not blocked you on?"

"Well I don't have a linkedin or an ex-husband, so that wouldn't be very helpful," Caroline said, glancing at Kol, whose eyes were shifting guiltily. "What?"

"Sorry, darling," he said quickly, chugging some wine straight from the bottle.

"For what? It was a joke," Caroline said slowly, her eyes narrowing.

Kol was being. Weird.

So weird.

"But we've never talked about it," Kol said, avoiding her gaze. "Scrupulously avoided it, in fact."

"Avoided what?" Caroline asked, mystified. 

"I'd assumed it would make you upset."

"That what would make me upset?"

"Mentioning Nik."

Caroline blinked. "Who?"

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[chaostroberry1]

Part two of Qin Shi Huang getting wrecked, please.😊 I want to know whats next.

HELL YAES OFC!!!

Part 2 of cheater QSH × (possessive-ish?) reader!

⚠️disclaimer as always, no hate to any of the characters, please don't come at me alvitr and Qin shi Huang fans, I am fond of them. I just want to write smth new :)⚠️

Part 1 is here

Qin shi Huang getting absolutely wrecked lmao

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It's been a little while since you went out of the waiting room, having to withstand the embarrassment of being seen by Goll and Brunhilde.

How Goll looked at you with concern when she saw your heartbroken state, along with Brunhilde.

"(name)..? Are you alright? What happened?!"

"leave her be, Goll... she needs space right now..we need to understand."

Sobs and sniffles filled the space full of your sadness. Whatever was left of your strength, all gone, torn into pieces while you continued your onslaught of tears.

You heard footsteps, almost like they were hysterical about going to a certain destination, before-

"my dear empress!"

A happy emperor bursts through the wall, ignoring the door that was literally beside him, walking through the huge hole he created. Man is a beast bro

He was quick to walk towards you, frantically yapping about who knows what.

"my most treasured empress! my sweet dear beloved! I was looking for you everywhere!"

He walked over to you, not even bothering to care about the fact that his whole arm to the shoulder was literally severed from his body.

How did he find you? Who cares! He has an upset wife sensor!

Before even touching you, he tilted his body to the side a little bit, almost as if he was studying your state with caution. He couldn't just risk having you erupt into a crying volcano of tears—which is why playing it safe was the best way to deal with the situation.

"darling?.. Dear?.. Honey?"

He smiled nervously at you, the sight of your heartbroken state was enough to hurt more than his arm being severed off. He couldn't bare witness to this, it hurt him too much.

You couldn't look him in the eye, which made him decide to crouch down a bit, just to meet your gaze. A soft warm feeling lingered in your chest when you felt his eyes on you.

"I...I'm so sorry for what I did. Beloved, I wasn't thinking right. Please...can you find it in your heart to forgive me...?"

He stared at your tear stained face, while you couldn't find strength to return the love he gave to you in that moment. Making him understand.

But who said it would stop him from having you? You were still his.

And with that, he gently took hold of your hand, putting your knuckles close to his face while it brushed against his lips.

Might as well use his charm. Right?

"dearest, I still care for you. Don't you dare disagree with me. You know I love you, we both know I do."

He gave your hand a little kiss, before sitting down with you and laying his head to rest on top of your shoulder.

"I'm not leaving until you forgive me"

"n..no ..."

"nope! Still not leaving."

Without realizing it, a trainwreck of emotions hit you hard. As you immediately stood up and sobbed, angrily yelling at the man who sat on the couch with an oblivious face.

"why did you do that to her? Kissing her? Having her be your new bride??? How dare you!!" You sobbed angrily, as he just stared up at you with a neutral face, before smiling.

"stop that, please...If you don't want to be with me, let's just-"

"hold it."

You stare back at him, while he slowly stood up, his figure towering over your smaller body. His gaze that was once staring up at you, was now staring down.

"beloved...don't defy me like this. You are still my wife. Please...we've been together for so long, don't let my foolish mistake get to you."

He used his arm to close the gap between you, bringing you into a hug. His hand gently resting on your head as you sobbed in his chest.

"I talked to the Valkyrie girl...and to my luck, she understood me well, and even offered to look out for me while I went around to look for you."

Giving a small smile, he continued.

"I swear...I'll think better next time. What I thought were feelings of love were actually just admiration. I could never feel that way towards someone who isn't you. Especially not a partner that I only knew for less than a day or two."

He then made you look up at him, his eyes flaring with confidence and hope..as well as one more thing that overpowered it all...

Love

You finally crack, and pull him into a kiss, which he gladly returned, as you both took your time, not realizing the three Valkyries standing in the doorway.

Alvitr, Goll, and Brunhilde who just sighed, Goll who watched with her mouth wide, and alvitr who was crossing her arms and huffing, happy that everything was removed easily.

"are you guys done or what?" Alvitr asked, concerned about how you both even make up after arguments, and why they don't last that long, but she knew better than to ask right away.

Your hands were all on his chest, not wanting to make any gaps while you both stared at each other in some lovey dovey trance.

"mhm" you and him replied in sync, not even looking at them. Eyes lost in the other's gaze. "Let's celebrate after this, alright, my sweet?"

You nodded at his words, giving him one more kiss.

"I'd be happy to."

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Em done, finally. Thank you for reading!

[bewareblaire]

Addict. Yan Todoroki Shoto x Reader

a/n: if you’ve seen this post before, no you didn’t. (my life’s been a total trainwreck, okay? mental health went down the drain, deleted account, but now i’m back.)

cw: toxic relationships and behaviours, obsessive and possessiveness, clingy behaviour.

It had been a few days since Todoroki had seen them last. Of course, the two were still speaking- but with his internship, Todoroki had gotten busy. Sparse messages in between breaks, with little to no time to engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

Todoroki couldn't handle being thrown into the deep end. He missed his darling, craving their touch. Suddenly going from hourly texting, calling, and physically being in their presence to nothing. At first, Todoroki was glued to his phone, waiting for a specific notification sound to go off. The need to hold them in his arms grew with intensity until it was all he could think about. How were they fairing? What were they doing right now? Were they thinking of him?

He had to put his phone away when his father had threatened to take it away. Hiding his panic and growing disdain for his father. How dare he threaten to take away his only mode of communication? Todoroki didn't rest on it, clamming up and focusing on his duties. He could spare a few messages to his beloved, wishing them goodnight, greeting them in the morning. There were rare instances where Todoroki could message them during the day.

The dual-haired boy wanted this entire internship to be over and done with. He felt as if he was going through withdrawals! Perhaps he was addicted to them. Todoroki couldn't sleep much, and when he did, it wasn't good sleep. Anxious thoughts bubbled up in his mind, worrying about them. Were they okay? Did they get hurt? He wouldn't be there to protect them if he were here. 

Todoroki got irritable easier, giving his father the cold shoulder. It wasn't anything new, although it was particularly harsh. He craved holding them in his arms, being in their company once more. It ate at him, building up and plaguing his mind. At times, it was the only thing he could think about. It certainly got in the way of interning, asking his father to repeat things and missing cues.

When he fought the Hero Killer, he had sent a message to his darling explaining what had happened. Todoroki would be lying if he said he didn't like the attention he received afterwards. They had rushed to the hospital, near tears. It almost broke his heart, seeing that expression on their face. That he caused it. On the flip side, they cared about him and were worried sick about him. He knew because they told him as much.

Their hugs were always warm, their embrace soft. Even as their body shook with sobs, babbling about how Todoroki isn't allowed to do that ever again. The hug wasn't broken for a while, the two staying in that position until the other calmed down. Todoroki could've sworn he was in heaven. His heart hammered against his chest as if it were trying to get out of his ribcage. They cared about him, worried for him. He was addicted to them, in the purest way. Akin to a drug addict, he'd be selfish. He'd hold them close and never let go. He'll never share- he won't let anyone see them.

[natty-taffy]

the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

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Summary: Once again, a meeting of two souls

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.II

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.II.I

Natasha doesn’t answer, instead, she touches your skin with the weight of a single feather, but with the strength of the hold of a fearful child, as if you are a materialization of a dream that, as a mist, could disappear through her very own fingers if she didn’t hold you close enough.

Your heartbeats follow the goosebumps on your entire body as you step impossibly closer to hers, looking back at her eyes to make sure she wasn’t pranking you.

But when you see the pure devotion bleeding out of the green irises you have always feared so much, you can’t help but trust her entirely- whatever it is that she knows about you it’s not to be taken lightly. 

Her breathing can no longer be distinguished from yours as she leaves one less inch to be closed, you can’t help the smile that blooms on your mouth. Once your lips touch Natasha’s, you feel your entire world turning upside down. 

Literally.

A tidal surge of memories floods your mind as you feel her smile against yours- unstoppable waves with the taste of loving and being loved, with the sounds of busy kitchens, loud classical music, with the pain of loss and worries that fail to be buried push and pull you away from the shore of what you thought you had known about your life.

You push her away from you, but grab her arms as if your entire existence depended on them- now you understand her grasp on you, mere moments ago.

In fact, you, now, understand everything. A thunder might as well have stricken you with the trainwreck of feelings your mouth manages to express as you whisper, a hundred and sixteen years later, your own very favorite word “Anastasia”

You look at her as if it's the first time all over again, every small detail of hers erupts a tsunami of sensation through your body, through your mind, through your blood. Anastasia, your gorgeous Natty, is standing in front of you and you are truly seeing her, after so long- it’s her beautiful smile that blesses your eyes and her fiery hair that lets you know you’re home, as they always did.

To say that her eyes- oh, how you love having missed her green eyes- gained life is an understatement, they glow as only the moon could ever dare to rival, her crystal tears wash away every ounce of her facade. You don't think there are words to come close to what you feel, merely looking at her, merely being looked at by her, loving her and being so deeply loved in return.

"What did-" Natty  tries to talk once, twice and, with a small sob, gives up on the third try.

You can’t do much but nod before you are engulfed by her in a soul-crushing hug, which is the exact one thing that you have always needed, in the whole wide world, since the realms of time, when your souls first met.

“[Y/N], my darling girl, my dove” She whispers against you, but you swear your heart could have heard it from miles away "How I have missed you, detka, how I love you"

And, a hundred and sixteen years later, once again, you find your heart to be happy again- you have finally heard the one thing your soul has always yearned for. You don’t think there is a way to explain how beautiful it feels to be loved by the owner of your heart. 

You manage to finally tell her what your throat has never allowed you to, as well, but that has been buried on your heart, begging to be released “I have loved you forever, Natty”

If her sobs are anything to go by, you could infer she has felt the same- after all, being it Natasha or Anastasia, you have never spent one day in your life without loving this woman with every fiber of your being, having you remember her, or not- a soul doesn't forget another.

“God” Natty laughs against your neck, another one of your newfound favorite feelings, before distancing herself to stare at your eyes “Wanda’s going to be insufferable when she finds out her advice actually worked"

“For you, princess, I’d handle a thousand ‘I told you so’s’ from a thousand Wandas” You chuckle as you cup her cheek with the palm of your hand, not getting enough of her- you feel unstoppable, you wonder if it's because you're finally free or if it's merely love.

“You must really love me” Nat jokes and your heart leaps in happiness when you notice how easily her smile appears around you and, even more, when you realize she does,  just as easily, believe in that, in your undying, devoted love for her.

“In every single universe, Anastasia, Natasha, Natalia, and whoever else you happen to find yourself in”

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END OF PATH

hello, lovelies! this is the end of this path <3 i hope you have liked this little fanfic experiment as much as i did, this one was the shortest of the paths, but it's one of the sweetest and overall best endings for nat and reader, kudos for finding it! i hope you explore some other paths a little bit more, thanks for reading <33

[spineless-lobster]

2023 character wrap!

Share your top 9 characters of this year!

(Thanks for the tag @sonnet-of-anarchy!!!)

1. The Captain (BBC Ghosts)

Uhm… quite obviously

2. Lieutenant Havers (BBC Ghosts)

Also quite obviously… look the new series gave me a massive capvers kick lmao

3 + 4. Henry Gaunt and Sidney Ellwood (In Memoriam by Alice Winn)

My top four are gay people who both served in the world wars I think this is saying something about me

(This book changed me forever omg if you love capvers or honestly anything captain related you’ll love this book okay sorry I’m spreading propaganda)

5 + 6. Achilles and Patroclus (The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller)

More war gays. I finished this book like a few weeks ago but it tore me in half thus they are ranking higher than they should be lmao

7. Sir Humphrey Bone (BBC Ghosts)

My darling my love my boy my son my heart my shining light in this world

8. Edward Teach (Our Flag Means Death)

MY BABYGIRL MY GIRLFRIEND MY POOKIE MY GENDER MY ONE AND ONLY

9. Julian Alfred “Jaskier” Pankratz (The Witcher)

CANON BI LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Joey Batey’s portrayal is the only reason why I kept watching this trainwreck of a show lmao

I’ll tag @at-1800-hours @atleasttheyvegotstars @heftmanrhamm @louisthiccsexyglitteryass @pencil-case-watches @gaslightgatekeepmeepboss @limbowzo and anyone else who wants to join (no pressure ofc, sorry if you’ve been tagged before lol)

[experimentalmadness]

A Pretty Little Game

I've had writer's block for the last few years and here I am to now regale y'all with one shots of my Tav and Astarion because I'm a trainwreck. Anyway, please enjoy two rogues being dumb before they admit they're in a relationship.

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Rasariel splashed water onto her face, savoring the cool droplets as the ran invisibly down her face and neck, staining her armor a darker gray. She blinked in the sun and heaved a sigh. 

Tired wasn’t the word. 

Bone-weary was closer. Even her skin ached, her eyes burned, the thin white hairs along her purple-blue skinned arms tingled. She kept replaying the dream over and over again. The golden paladin in his shining armor. His offer to help and his face…his face. 

“I was rather of the opinion one bathed with their clothes off, unless this is some drow custom I’m unaware of?” A lilting voice said at her back. 

Ras wiped the remaining water from her face with a gloved hand. 

“At least use a hand towel, you uncivilized rogue.” 

Ras’ traitorous lips twitched into something resembling a smile as Astarion threw a cloth at her head. “And where did you steal this from, you civilized rogue?” Her voice was rough, betraying her exhaustion. And she knew the red-eyed elf saw far more than he let on. 

“Bad dreams?” Astarion asked, leaning far too casually against the trunk of a tree. 

She regarded the vampire the same way she would a displacer beast. A lithe predator, beautiful and enticing. Dangerous should be a word she worked into that thought, but she never managed to string that together. His white hair caught the forest-dappled sun so brilliantly, as had the moon a few nights ago. It had been so long since someone had intrigued her. 

“Are there any other kind?” Ras spat, far more bitterly than she had intended. 

Of course the moment she let her guard down she’d see his face again in her mind. Two centuries of practical celibacy and the one night she decided to try her hand at happiness again…the gods were nothing if not cruel. 

“I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bedroll this morning,” Astarion sniffed. “Perhaps you should try waking up next to mine tomorrow instead.”

She wasn’t a fool. And she laughed at his audacious attempt at flirting. He was quite good at that, making her laugh. No one had managed it in a very long time. She knelt by the river bank to refill her waterskin. She could hear Astarion take a few tentative steps closer before clearing his throat. “This is the part where you tell me to try harder, darling.”

Ras sighed. “Astarion, I…”

Images flashed before her eyes like the fluttering of a stack of playing cards. The parasite in her head writhing as it feasted upon the memories. A handsome human man with dark hair and tiefling gold and black eyes looked at her with an expression she had missed for so long. She watched him smile, laugh, then toss her a pair of daggers. A training exercise. She wanted to lean into the images and never leave. She wanted to take the man in her arms and tell him how sorry she was. How sorry…

Rasariel was back in her own body, coughing up the last of the memories torn from her brain by the damned worm. 

“Was that the source of your dream last night?” Astarion asked. She could tell he was just as surprised by the sudden connection as she had been, but he, as ever, knew how to play it off. “Charming fellow, should I be jealous?”

“Enough!” Ras growled, rising to her feet. “That was…he is…that was not for you to see!”

“Well I didn’t decide to go rooting around in your head. I can’t exactly control this connection, you know.”

She suddenly felt entirely boxed in. The expanse of the forest camp shrinking down to the size of a small wooden crate. She tried to think. What would the old Rasariel have done back in the days of Menzoberranzan? A laugh, a misdirection. Anything to stave off questions. But she was not the rogue of the Underdark any longer and she hadn’t been for centuries. Either way she did not want to talk about this now. And she certainly didn’t want to talk about this with Astarion. 

“It’s nothing. Ignore it.” 

“I’d say we’re a bit past that, wouldn't you agree?”

Like a damned dog with a bone. She glared. He simply crossed his arms and stared back. 

“He is…was…my betrothed,” she ground the words out. “Happy?”

“Was?” For just the slightest moment that haughty expression slipped on the elf’s face. What a sight to behold. If she wasn’t so furious she might have even enjoyed it. 

“He died. Centuries ago so it’s not as if you have to worry about some angry jilted lover coming to stake you in the heart.”

Astarion fell silent. A feat in itself. For a moment there was nothing but the wind and the distant sounds of the rest of the camp stirring to life. 

Ras blew a strand of white-blue hair out of her eyes, feeling awkward and hating every second of it. She shifted on her feet, trying her best to adapt that carefree stance she’d been very careful to let everyone see. “Can we go back to your best attempt at propositioning me now?”

She did not like the way Astarion was looking at her now, sizing her up the same she had trained herself to do her whole life. Even now she could guess he was trying to figure out the right thing to say to gain her confidence. She could read him like an open book. The self-confident rogue hiding just a seed of vulnerability, the way she saw her earliest self reflected badly in his eyes. 

“Alright if you won’t I will,” Ras spoke into the silence. “It’s not even breakfast yet but that doesn’t mean you can’t devour me now.”

Astarion blinked before bursting out into, what Ras was shocked to hear, genuine peals of laughter. He doubled over. It was ungainly, uncoordinated, and hardly alluring. There were no subtle spikes of malice around the edges and it was…delightful. 

“That was dreadful!” Astarion declared, still huddled over himself. 

“I can try again!” Ras said, the laughter starting to become contagious. 

“Please spare me,” Astarion straightened. 

“Very well, since you said please. I’ll let you handle the charming words from now on.”

They were lying to each other. She wanted an escape, something new to lose herself to after centuries of denial. And he? Well, she was still working that out. But this, whatever this was, was not real. The cooling of her grief as she watched him smirk at her was a facade. This was what she wanted after all. And he clearly needed to believe she was firmly under his spell as well. 

“Astarion, I am sorry…for before.” Just because they were playing this little game with one another didn’t give her the right to tear his head off. They were still traveling companions after all. Part of her past was bound to come up. If not via their shared connection then through other means. 

He simply waved her concerns away with a pale hand. “You don’t ever have to explain yourself to me.”

“Ever?”

“Well…within reason. If I sense you about to go shooting down dragons from the skies I might want to be informed.”

“Now that’s a decent proposition,” Ras gave a conspiratorial wink.

“I somehow thought you might approve.”

[themonotonysyndrome]

ur yandere castin idea has been rotting in my mind ever since i read it

yandere castin who quickly develops a sick kind of jealousy whenever sees the baroness and lord reyes together, whether it be for political reasons or just them catching up. yandere castin who thinks of every possible way under the sun to bring his the baroness’ attention over towards him and still failing miserably, and yet is already thinking of more extreme methods to get their attention.

yandere castin who is convinced his whole being was made by the goddess to love and serve the baroness, and will not hesitate to eliminate anyone in his way of their affection

Welcome to the trainwreck, Neptune! I hope you're strapped in sdjnfkdjh

I ADORE YOUR HEADCANONS! We know that he falls quick and hard for the Baroness in Canon. So it's not far-fetched for him to grow an obsession and jealousy just as quick.

Here's a thing, though - I believe that a focused Castin is dangerous. His emotions are locked down, he's thinking more rationally; more calculative. He has plans on top of plans to ensure that he'll come on top. It's what makes him so good of a Commander. If he really wanted to, he could be a rival to the Baroness for the title of mastermind. The only difference is that he'll go for absolute damage and victory, while the Baroness likes to play with her food.

But anyway!

The ante is up when it comes to a dangerously lovesick Castin. He's psychotically focused when he realises so many loose ends he needs to snip when it comes to the Baroness. Politics is just one of them and honestly? The least of his worries. Rhett will never backtrack once Castin agrees to marry her for the sake of their nations (he shows the appropriate amount of eagerness. Never the truth of how he would stab his own bestie if Rhett broke his promise). Lord Reyes is an immediate problem that he can't solve with his sword, though. He's gonna have to play the long game to get rid of him. He'll isolate his wife once she's warmed up to him and have Reyes mysteriously lost at sea. The distance wouldn't hurt his darling wife so much in her grief.

He'll do anything for the Baroness! He'll worship her every night. He'll be her personal attack dog. He'll turn his own blade to Rhett and his men if they so much as make her frown. He'll build a church where she'll replace the Goddess. He'll conquer the world and lay it at her feet so that they'll have the peace and security to raise their children safely.

All the while, he'll behave just as his Canon counterpart. Giving everyone and the Baroness a disarming smile, fool them with cocky swagger while his fingernails are caked with the blood.