#my hands hurt so much now goodnight :D

[unsettlingcreature]

because my skyrim fic is super self-indulgent, I KNOW there'll be a masquerade ball later on in it. so i drew a self-indulgent piece to go with the future chapter 😤

[solarsturniolo]

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 // 𝑀.𝒮.

𝔅𝔶 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔢 💋

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Inspired by the song Nothing by the Script

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: lowkey kinda heart wrenching / drinking / borderline addiction / swearing / toxic??

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓇: This story is fictional! I am aware that the triplets are sober. This is a little thing I like to call 'story telling'.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 1739

So I stumble there, along the railings and the fences

I know if I faced her face, that she'll come to her senses

Every drunk step I take leads me to her door

If she sees how much I'm hurting, she'll take me back for sure

“Please be up. Please be up.”

“...mmph…Hello?” 

“...H-Hi.” 

“What is it?”

“...C-Can I come over?”

A heavy sigh. “No, Matt-”

“Please,” he interrupted her, afraid that if he didn’t she would hang up. “I miss you.”

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“I haven’t-”

“Goodnight, Matthew.”

“Fuck- fine, six,” he mumbled, sniffling sharply and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “I had six-”

“Six what, Matthew?”

“I…I-” he paused, sniffling again. “I miss you, can I come see you?” 

“No, Matthew.”

“Stop it,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Stop calling me that, you never call me that.”

“You need to get some rest. I’m calling Nick-”

“No, d-don’t go. Please.”

“Matt, you’re not taking care of yourself.”

“I just need to see you again,” he stated, sniffling again. “Please, I…I’ll leave you alone if you let me see you one more time.”

Another sigh. “How do you plan on getting here.”

“I’ll dr-”

“No you will not.”

His heart leaped. She still cares. She doesn’t want anything to happen to me. There’s still hope. “Uber?”

“Where are you right now.” 

He looked around. “Outside.”

“Is there anything around you?”

“Trees?”

“Where are Nick and Chris.”

“Insid-”

“You make my blood boil,” she groaned. 

“I’m sorry,” he hiccuped. “I miss you. I-I love you.”

“Stop.”

He sniffled again, a chill running through his body. He pulled his thin jacket tighter to his body. “Can I come see you?”

“Matthew, where are you.”

“I c-can get an uber, or I can walk. I don’t mind walking-” he whispered, his voice breaking again. He sniffled. “Please, I need you. I need to see you and hear you and..and feel you.”

“Matt, are you safe? Where are you. I need you to answer my questions.”

“I’m at home,” he mumbled. 

“Where.”

“The driveway.”

“I will send you an uber, but this is the last time.”

Click.

X O X O X O

The knock at the door startled her, despite anticipating it at any moment. She got up from her spot on the couch, making a beeline for the door. She opened it and in stumbled a drunken Matt, who dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms gently around her thighs. He rested his cheek on the plush of her thigh. 

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She would give in if she did. She could hear his soft sniffling and the sound of his lips leaving soft kisses to her thigh. “I’m s-sorry, please look at me. Please say something.”

“You can’t keep doing this, Matt. You have to let me go.”

He sniffled again. She felt the warm dampness of his tears on her skin. “I c-can’t.”

“You have to.”

“Please don’t make me,” he sobbed. She finally looked down at him, her heart aching at the sight of him clung to her legs, completely broken. “I need you, I can’t-”

“You need to find a way,” she insisted, reaching behind her to take Matt’s hands out of their interlocked state. He refused, holding her tighter. “Matt, you need to let me go.”

“You’re all I have,” he hiccuped, looking up at her with watery bloodshot eyes. His lip quivered, a tear rolled down his cheek. “I-I have nothing without you,” his voice croaked. 

She sighed, sinking down onto the floor. She gently stroked his cheek, wiping the tears off of his face with her free hand. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

He sniffled. “I don’t want you to go, p-please,” he begged her. “Don’t leave me.”

“You know I can’t stay with you,” she whispered to him. “You do this to yourself every night. I’m so worried about you, Nick and Chris are worried about you.”

He looked at her, his face blotchy and red from crying. His eyes were even bluer than normal. “Y-You are?” he asked, leaning into her touch as she held his cheek. 

“Matt, everyone’s worried about you,” she replied. “You have so many people that care about you, why are you torturing yourself like this? It kills me seeing you like this.” She brushed his messy hair out of his face, looking into his glossy eyes. 

“Please- one more chance,” he pleaded, moving in close to her. He rested his forehead against hers, their noses gently brushing together. “One more…I can’t lose you. You’re the only person in this world that I want,” he continued. 

“Matt…”

“You’re the only girl I want to wake up next to,” he whispered, his hand coming up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb delicately tracing her chin. His lips ghosted over hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You’re the only girl I wanna take out and show off, you’re the only girl I want to lay next to at night. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I…I’m so fucking scared. I’ve never been this vulnerable and open with another person before,” a soft sob fell from his lips. He bumped his nose gently against hers, their lips grazing. “Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll go away,” he stated.

“Matt-”

“Say it. I’ll never bother you again, I’ll never call or…or show up uninvited again. But you have to say it,” he whimpered, his eyes opening to look into hers. His free hand cupped her other cheek. “Please look at me,” he pleaded.

She pursed her lips, opening her eyes as well to look at him. As soon as she looked into his deep blue eyes, she felt herself melting. Matt’s gaze softened, noticing her more relaxed state. He leaned in to close the gap between them, only stopping when he felt her cold fingers touch his lips. 

“You have to let me go, Matt,” she whispered again.

His lip quivered, a whimper getting caught in his throat, tears threatening to spill once again. “Say you don’t love me,” he repeated.

She stayed silent once again. She couldn’t say it. She knew deep down that she loved him, and that a part of her always would love him. 

“I can get better, I can be better,” he continued, looking down at her with tearful eyes. “All I want is to be better for you-”

“You can’t go a single night without drinking yourself dumb,” she stopped him. “You can’t change, Matt. You’ve had the opportunities-”

Matt shook his head in disbelief. “Please, I-I know I can change-”

“You can’t.”

She went to stand back up, her heart shattering as he clung to her for dear life. “N-No, please,” he hiccuped, his fingers digging into her clothed hips. “Please,” he sobbed, looking up at her with his glassy blue eyes, his pupils blown out and bloodshot. “Don’t…Don’t push me away. Don’t push me out,” he whimpered. 

She stood her ground, refusing to look down at his pathetic state. She refused to touch him, knowing if she did, she wouldn’t be able to let go of him. “I’m calling Nick.”

“I’m begging you-”

“I can’t let you stay again. I can’t keep letting you hurt me.”

Matt’s lips parted in disbelief, a stray tear rolling down his cheek and falling from his chin. “Hurt you?” His eyes glossed over with pain, one that he had never known before. “H-How…What do you mean?”

She pursed her lips, her eyes closing as she tried to think of the best way to word what she wanted to say. “You always do this, Matt. You come over, you do this every time. I always give in because-” a pause interrupted her sentence, her questioning if she should say it out loud or keep it a distant shout in the back of her head. “Because I love you, and…I can’t not love you.”

A glimmer of hope replaced the sorrow in his eyes. “I never stopped loving you,” he spoke, his voice wavering, his nerves shot from the lack of control he had over himself in this moment. He rose to his feet gracelessly. His hand felt cold as it touched her cheek, though the gentle caress of his fingers on her skin made her melt. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Let me show you, let me prove it to you.” He watched her face, examining any little change in her expression. Please don’t let me go. Please don’t push me away. 

“I can’t go through this again, Matt,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “You have to promise me-”

“I promise, I promise. Fuck, I swear on my life,” he enveloped her in his arms. “I promise,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her head. He felt her arms snake around his waist, hugging him back, and he nearly collapsed as relief flooded his body. “I love you so much,” he mumbled softly into her hair, kissing her head again. 

“We have to start slow,” she spoke softly, setting her boundaries. “I can’t jump right back in like none of this ever happened-”

“I know,” he replied. “I know, that’s fine, I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

“You’ve sobered up quite a bit,” she sniffled softly, and it was only then that Matt released his embrace, pulling away to look down at her. She looked up at him, smiling softly as a tear rolled down her cheek, glimmering in the moonlight. 

His thumb brushed across her cheek, wiping the tear from her face. “Why are you crying?”

“I missed you, Matt,” she replied. It felt like a stake being driven into his heart, it stung. All of those nights of him wallowing in his own self pity, wasting away his potential, all of those nights thinking she loathed him, thinking he would never be able to feel happy again; It was all in his head. None of it was real. She never felt that way about him. She waited for him, she loved him through his mistakes, through his flaws, through his lowest moments. Nobody had ever been so loyal to him before, apart from his family. Nobody had ever waited to catch him when he fell. 

“I missed you too.” More than you could ever know.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒:

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈:

[bg-brainrot]

The Night They Slept Together

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: Tav pines, and their relationship with Astarion shifts ever so slightly. (They literally do just sleep)

Tags: 2nd person POV, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Pining, light hurt and angst, Astarion is Bad at Feelings, coping with feelings, act 2, pre-confession

A/N: some light angst as Tav comes to term with their feelings but we already know where they end up, so it's okay, right? :D

Word count: ~2.1k

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Your tryst with Astarion should be over by now.

It was supposed to be a one off moment of passion, a way to destress after all of the danger you’d thrown yourselves into. He’d asked so easily, you’d agreed just as readily– a quick celebratory moment after defeating that goblin camp, when your spirits and libido were running high.

The second time? Well, that was easy to write off as well. You’d just fought off an entire creche, moving through it like a pair of practiced assassins, a synchrony you haven’t felt since– well, you’re not certainly you’ve ever felt so in sync with someone. Either way, it was another easy nod to his sly, questioning look. 

You’d had similar excuses for your first night in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, for the handful of midday, afternoon, midnight romps since.

It’s just a way for us to cope with the situation at hand, nothing more, nothing less, you’d told yourself.

That is, until you’d realized that it wasn’t just that. Not to you. 

Oh gods, I love this insane vampire.

The night you’d realized that everything had changed.

What had begun as a distraction for you both, had turned into a poison– one slowly working its way through your system, incapacitating you piece by piece at the thought of another night falling into his arms, sinking deeper into the throes of an impossible love. 

After all, what is this other than convenient? And if you continued to be a mere convenience to him, well, you doubt that this would end well for you. It’s high time that you cut off the source of this poison before it festers too far. Before it grips your vulnerable, aching heart.

That’s what you’d told yourself, but you’re finding it so much harder to cut off the source when he’s standing right in front of you, waiting for you with a smirk toying along the edge of his mouth, an eyebrow raising suggestively as his voice lowers to a sultry invitation. 

You’d come by his tent to say goodnight. Maybe, ‘Good job today.’ Any excuse to see him really, but now you’re met with a challenge.

Astarion’s words don’t make it much easier either.

“Oh my dear, you look positively wound-up after today’s bouts. Care for a little… unwinding?”

His voice drips with promise, with want, with a feeling that echoes through your own traitorous core. But, like a sweet that’s overstayed its welcome, it seems too tacky, hardening into something utterly indigestible.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you ask, eying him carefully, fighting down your own building desires.

“Why shouldn’t it be?” he asks, a raised brow lowering in uncertainty. 

You hesitate, unsure how much truth you’re willing to part with. Certainly not, ‘Because I may have accidentally fallen in love with you.’ And you don’t want to shove him out of your life unceremoniously either. Just… to slow down, allow your heart time to adjust– to get over him, if need be.

After a pause that goes on for a second too long, you finally settle on, “It just seems as if we’ve already had plenty of ‘fun’, don’t you think?”

Astarion’s small smirk drops, a dark look entering his eyes as he registers your words, how they directly counter his own from your first night together. How they fall between you with the full weight of rejection. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown shy now, darling?” he says, voice a bit sharper than what you’re used to.

You’d known that trying to slow down wouldn’t be easy, but his downturned lips make you want to take back your words, dive back into the intoxicating miasma of his cold embrace. But you also know that if you don’t stand your ground now, you’re liable to fall too far too fast.

“Not shy per say,” you respond, measuring your words carefully. “Merely wondering if that’s what you want.”

Astarion seems no more placated by these words than your earlier ones. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t want this?”

Fear born of your heart, insecurity born of your nerves, damned logic born of your head– there are really so many reasons he wouldn’t want this, wouldn’t want you. But you don’t want to be too transparent, not when this adventure could all be over very soon. You say as much.

“Well, our days could be numbered.” Then your lips continue. “Perhaps there is someone else you would rather be unwinding?” The question slips out of you, an unbidden, unwelcome concern courtesy of the fear building in your chest.

“Is that what you want?” he asks, response quick, tone biting. His lips are pressed in a tight line, the muscles in his neck tense as he clenches his jaw.

Gods, you’d known your heart would lead you astray. Here you are, facing an Astarion unlike any that had made a home in your bedroll. An Astarion made of sharp edges and cutting words. Expression closed, mouth a tight line, you find his change in demeanor aggravating. You bristle at his accusation. “No, Astarion. I don’t want that. If I did, I wouldn’t be here, speaking with you. Though you’re making me regret doing that much now.”

He tilts back at your words, leaning back on the heels of his feet as if thrown off balance. “Then why did you even come over? To reject me then to–to taunt me?”

You had meant to do none of that. Really, you’d only come over out of habit, to see him, to… spend time with him. But it’s hard to say so without being entirely too forthcoming with your feelings. You wish that you could put your feelings into words, however it’s your burden to bear, not his. He has more than enough on his plate between the Absolute and Raphael’s deal. 

So you shake your head at him. “I didn’t mean to reject you, Astarion. I hadn’t come here for sex at all.”

Once more, he asks the question you do not want to answer. “Then why did you even come over?”

You could lie. It’s as easy as breathing for you– it’s how you and Astarion had grown so close so quickly. You should lie, you tell yourself. But one look into his crimson, pleading eyes and the lie dies on your lips.

He looks hurt. So genuinely confused at your presence in front of him, deeply convinced that you could only be here for one thing and one thing only. And you know then that you can’t lie.

“I wanted to see you,” you say, the honest words tightening your throat on their way out, You haven’t told him how you feel, but you may as well have, with the way the words sound utterly, sinfully soft, a secret lost on the cold wind of the Shadow-Cursed night.

“You… wanted to see me?” he repeats, tone losing all of its edge, losing any of its structure at all.

You nod silently, uncertain if more words would help or hurt the situation.

To that, Astarion only blinks. His mouth opens, head tilting in that cautiously inquisitorial way, as he asks, “And then what?”

There was no ‘and then’ in your mind. Merely the need to see him, spend time with him, even after spending an entire dark, dreary day with him. But you suppose he wouldn’t understand that if you said it. So you need to come up with something concrete, a reason to be here beyond words…

“I was wondering if you wanted to share a bedroll tonight. To sleep,” you say, infusing enough confidence in your words that you can hardly note the nerves. You expect Astarion wouldn’t notice them at all. 

His defenses noticeably drop, his shoulders sagging in relief, and a sigh escapes him as he shakes his head at you wryly. “Well, why didn’t you just say so, darling? I understand that not everyone has my stamina, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

You want to roll your eyes, defend your honor as it hangs on by a thread, but you’ve narrowly avoided disaster and you’re not proud enough to ruin that. Instead you play into the role, ignoring the dull twinge that twists through your heart. “I wasn’t sure you would be so magnanimous,” you say, giving him the slightest bow of your head. “I should have known.”

“That you should have,” he says with a breathy laugh and he sounds almost… relieved?

More than anything, you want to ask him, why? Are you relieved that my feelings have stayed silent? That this thing between us remains uncomplicated? That you don’t have to find yourself a new distraction?

But your questions stay just as buried as your feelings do.

Your damnable feelings, which seem to threaten to burst out each time his eyes linger too long, with every touch you weren’t expecting. It must be a talent, holding them in as you do now.

They stay hidden as he extends a hand to you, inviting you into his tent with a warm smile and a, “Shall we?”

You keep them dormant as you follow, tucking your head into the now-familiar red structure, narrowly avoiding the mess he’s left inside. 

They almost slip to the surface as he pulls you down onto his lap, and a heat rises between you as natural as steam from a hot spring.

It’s an invitation, of course. One last effort from Astarion for something more tonight, for you to be won over by his beauty and charm. But there’s nothing to be won over because you are already his.

You wish he could tell, from your drunken declarations, from the way you’ve made a second home in his arms. Maybe he can tell, but refuses to acknowledge it– you could hardly blame him if that were to be the case. But you also can’t blame yourself for barely holding back.

Even now, seated in his lap, staring into his mesmerizing red eyes, you’re not certain you could trust a single word that comes out of your lips. So you throw every word you’ve ever known, could ever know, to the wayside. And simply kiss him.

You press your lips to his slowly, contact feather-light as you balance on his thighs. Bracing yourself with a hand on his chest, you lean in, locking your lips together fully. 

They move together easily, dance partners on a familiar dance floor, to a practiced tune, but when you think of all of the things you wish you could say, an urgency rises in you– a deep-seated need to tell him how you feel, even if only through this.

So you kiss him harder, your hands holding him all the tighter. You kiss him with every word unspoken, every intangible feeling rising in your chest, every single ounce of you that he’s already won, if only he were willing to claim it.

Astarion moves to deepen the kiss, placing a hand on the back of your head, the other on the small of your back, not understanding where your desperation comes from. Misunderstanding your intent altogether. 

Of course, what was I thinking? you wonder to yourself as you pull away, panting lightly. That some magical kiss could make this man realize my feelings, could make him love me back?

But you’re not in some copper novel. This man harbors no hidden feelings for you. Only a deep need to lose himself, and you happen to be the person he’s chosen to do that with.

So, despite the confusion in his face, you crawl off of his lap. Despite the way his hand trails along your side as you lay down, you don’t get back up. You merely say, “It’s getting late, we should get some rest.”

Astarion murmurs his agreement, but you can hear the reluctance in his tone, see the bewildered expression on his face as he lies down, all of his clothing still covering his body. 

You could laugh at the absurdity of it all, how unnerved he is, how deeply your chest aches– gods, this didn’t go well at all. But you don’t laugh. Only a sigh escapes you as you wrap your arms around him, as you press your body to his with all of the affection you cannot contain.

His arms stumble, they falter, but they find their way around you as well. An awkward embrace from a man who has no clue how he’s arrived at this point.

It’s difficult at a moment like this to remember that you shouldn’t love this man. That there are a dozen reasons to tamp down your feelings, a dozen more to run away. This was never supposed to be more than a single night of fun.

But, face tucked into the crook of his neck, hands clutching his loose shirt, nose filled with his carefully curated scent– you can almost pretend that this is real.

[mrm0rgansw0man]

Hi, if it’s not too much trouble, could I request something where Arthur catches the reader staring at Javier as he plays guitar, and maybe getting a little jealous, until he asks them about it, and discovers they just want to borrow Javier’s guitar since they also play, but they lost theirs? Thought about it while I was playing guitar, and thought it would be fun to impress Arthur with :D!

JEALOUS ARTHURRR OMG PERFECT TO CLEAR UP MY WRITERS BLOCK!!! tried to prevent it but it was too late :(

anywayss enjoy!! Xx

Arthur Morgan, The Jealous Man.

'Would smashing his head in be too much to do with that pretty lil' guitar she can't help but fuckin' stare at??' Arthur thought. He rolled his eyes and took a swig of whiskey from the flask in his hand. Suddenly it didn't feel strong enough.

You sat there, lost in thought as you admired the guitar in Javier's hands. How you wished you had one! Contrary to what Arthur thought, you weren't paying attention to Javier himself. Or even the words he was singing! You were simply mystified by his guitar, longing for your old one back.

You had the most beautiful guitar, your father made it for you. It was stained a cherry like red and sounded absolutely heavenly! With your own smooth voice alongside its beautiful sound, the birds outside your window would stop their own song to sit and listen to yours.

You let out a longing sigh. You still shed a tear every now and again when you remembered the sound of it cracking under your mothers foot. You hated even saying that, she was no mother. She was a cruel wench, who drove your father out of your life. He tried so hard to bring you, but your mother sent the law after him.

However, Arthur knew none of this. He thought he was watching you fall for Javier right in front of him- like he wasn't even there! Like he was just nothing to you! Arthur let out a heavy sigh, maybe he was just nothing to you.

You both had never officially confessed any feelings for one another. But Arthur knew what he felt whenever he was with you wasn't just in his mind. He couldn't describe how he felt when he was with you, and it hurt him to even think you didn't feel the same.

" 'M gonna go. Night." Arthur said gruffly, standing up from the campfire and making his way to his tent.

You took your attention away from the guitar and watched Arthur as he left. Was he okay? Something seemed wrong.

"I'm gonna go too, night y'all!" You said with a smile. Javier, Miss Tilly, and everyone else around the fire called out their goodnights to you as you followed Arthur to his tent. He had already pulled the flaps shut by the time you got there.

"Arthur? Can I come in?" You asked, shifting from one side to the other and back again.

"Mhm." Arthur answered after a few more moments. When you came in, he was sitting on his cot starting down to the floor.

"You alright, Arthur? Somethin' felt off when you left-" You started, but Arthur cut you off.

" 'M fine." Arthur grumbled. "Go back to the fire. You can gawk at Mr. Escuella s'more. Listen to him strum that pretty lil' guitar."

You were taken aback by Arthur's comments, not even sure what to say for a few moments before stuttering out a response.

"Arthur- What the hell are you talking about!?" You asked, the confusion in your tone was prominent. "I wasn't-"

"Oh sure you weren't!" Arthur said with a dry chuckle. "I saw it plain as day! If yer' sweet on him that's fine but ya' don't have to throw it in my face-"

"Arthur!" You shouted as loud as you dared with people still awake. "What in the hell would make you think 'M sweet on him!? What has gotten into ya'!"

Now it was Arthur's turn to look confused. He stood up, throwing his hands in the air.

"What!? What makes me think- I saw how you were lookin' at him! Jus' get out-"

"ARTHUR!" You shouted, not caring about your volume this time. You let out a soft chuckle as you realized what had gone wrong. "Honey, I was lookin' at the guitar, not him! I don't even remember a single word he sang."

Arthur rolled his eyes, but his posture softened. He knew his anger at you was misdirected, he was really angry at himself. Seeing you look at another man like that made him realize just how easily he could lose you. And it would be his own fault, for not having the courage to tell you how much he cared for you.

You sat down on Arthur's cot, holding out your hands for him to take. He reluctantly did, sitting down next to you. You held his hands tight and smiled at him.

"When I was a girl, my daddy made me the most beautiful guitar." You said sadly. "It was red as cherry wine, and it had the most gorgeous sound. Much better than Mr. Escuella's if I do say so myself."

You let out a chuckle, and Arthur allowed himself a small smile.

"I sang with that thing day and night, and I'll tell ya' how good I was! When I sang, the birds outside my bedroom window fell silent. They loved to listen to those sweet things." You looked down and smiled.

Arthur didn't doubt for a minute how good you were. He decided right then he was gonna buy you a guitar, and he'd beg you if he had to, but he'd get you to play for him.

"How come I've never heard ya' sing?" Arthur asked, indulging in the fleeting thought of you singing him to sleep. God, he really needed to get you an instrument of your own.

"I jus'... I haven't done it in so long. It's a bad memory now." You said with a sigh, leaning in closer to Arthur. "My mother, was pure evil. Completely and totally. Drove my daddy right outta' my life."

Arthur let go of your hands and wrapped an arm around you, he didn't know why. But he couldn't help it. God, what a fool he was for you.

You happily leaned into Arthur, hoping he didn't see the blush spreading across your face.

"She broke my beautiful guitar." You said softly. "That was the last straw for my daddy, we tried to leave. She called the lawmen on him though, told them he took me. Dunno' why they ever believed her. But anyway, I was jus' lookin' cause I wanted to try and borrow it sometime."

"I'm so sorry honey..." Arthur said softly. You smiled up at him. It was a sad smile, which melted and broke Arthur's heart all at the same time. " 'M sorry for how I acted too. I never shoulda-"

Arthur was silenced by the press of your gentle kiss against his lips. His eyes fluttered closed and he pulled you closer to him, one arm still around you and the other sneaking up along your body to cup your face in his hands.

Arthur only pulled away from the kiss when you both had to breathe. You both sat there, gazing into each other's eyes. Though Arthur's eyes kept on wandering down to your lips, so beautiful and soft.

That kiss you blessed him with made him feel like maybe, just maybe things would be okay. Maybe he was a good man after all, he had to be to deserve you. Arthur had always had a sweet spot for you, since you joined the gang.

Dutch brought you back to camp after he spent a night out at the saloon. You both planned on robbing each other, and you had actually succeeded! So of course, Dutch had to bring you in.

You had boasted to Arthur about having outsmarted his boss, but admitted you didn't think you'd be able to get him. And that's where it all began. The fleeting glances, the drunken flirting. The friendship that blossomed into something more. Arthur felt like his broken heart had been brought back to life.

"Is it too soon to ask ya' to marry me?" Arthur said, a joking smile on his lips. He stroked your face with his thumb, causing you to close your eyes again.

"I'd say yes to you any day, Mr. Morgan." You chuckled. You and Arthur had always been bold with each other, and it manifested in many ways. In how you flirted, or in the jokes you made. You both were always up front and honest with each other, it was like a breath of fresh air.

"Good t'know, sweetheart." Arthur said pulling you in again for another kiss. Only this time, it was deep and it was so passionate. His tongue roamed your mouth freely, and you did everything in your power to suppress the moan building in the back of her throat.

In one graceful movement, Arthur swooped you up and laid you down on his cot. He was on top of you, pinning you down and not for a second stopping his kiss. You ran your hands thtough Arthur's hair, tugging and pulling it in a way that made Arthur moan into your mouth.

The drunken voice of a certain Javier Escuella pulled you both of of the lust filled trance you had entered.

"Ohhh Arthur!! Come back to the fire for a second I have got a song for youuu-"

"IF YOU DON'T BEAT IT ESCUELLA 'M GONNA TAKE THAT GUITAR OF YOUR'S AND SHOVE IT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS!"

"Have a good night, Arthur! See you in the morning!"

Arthur groaned into your neck and you laughed.

"Don't be laughin' at me too much darlin' " Arthur said, grabbing your chin and making you look him in the eyes. "Those laughs are gon' turn into screams, soon enough."

"You better be a man of your word, Mr. Morgan."

[oliverstarksbae]

Picked up pieces

♡ hi, this is my first ever one shot, so this might be bad, but I hope you enjoy 😉

♡ summary: in which they realize they are made to pick each other pieces

Evan buckley was a player but that was before he met (y/n) she very much was the complete opposite "the ray of sunshine type of girl" So why did she fall in love with him beacuse behind the bad boy act was someone who was hurt and needed some one .

Now it was a normal Saturday he was at work she was at home doing some house work at there shared home made some food read a book and catch up on her favorite show

It had now hit 11pm Evans shift does not finish till 2 so she went to the living room and saw the news.

When she click channel 8 she heard "this is a live broadcast of a horrific hotel fire so far many firefighters are having a though time helping." said a red hair woman

(Y/n's) mind spiraled of what she heard but then took a worried breath beacus the first thing the she thought was ok maybe this is a different firehouse in the 118 area beacuse they were busy

She tried and tried to belive that but then she saw the 118 written on the firetruck that's when she panicked and started to pace around the house with her mind full of worry but it was still not his time to get off so she decided to look at her phone every 5 seconds for the time he gets off.

Evan buckley was stressed to say the least first he was trapped where there was a huge fire which he got out of beacuse he thought of who he cause the most for and how if he did not get out how many people would have been devastated

Then he was not able to save someone today which hurt worst then he thought it would.

He went on his phone and called (y/n) by pressing the contact lover girl <3 ❤️

Then the first thing he heard was, "OH MY GOD EVAN ARE YOU OK I WAS SO WORRIED I SAW ON THE NEW-"

"I'm fine" he replied with not so nice but not that serious tone still in shock on what happen

"Ok let me know when you get home E I love you" said (y/n)

" Yeah see you bye" he said not realizing that he did not say I love you back

(Y/n) on the other hand was confused but decided not to think much beacuse maybe he was tired?

*A few minutes later *

A knock sounded on the door she rushed up to it and ran to evan the give him a hug

"Oh my god, evan, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're ok." she pulled him into a hug, but then he started shaking, and it lok like he was going to cry?

"Evan are you ok? Ok-i-I- need you to calm down fallow my breathing ok?" He agreed while shaking and tears slowing coming down his face

"Baby, I need you to tell me why you are crying. Are you hurt-" he gulped and said, "No-no im-not"

"Ok did something happen?" She asked

"Yes-yes-some-thing-did," he said

"Ok, what happened? I need you to tell me when you're ready, ok?"

"I w-as g-etting some-one an-d we put h-Im on the gurny and in the amb-ul-an-ce he cod-ed" he said it while it replaying in his mind what happened

" E oh my God it's ok you did the best you can and you saved many people ok I love you I want you to know that"

"B-ut I didn't save them I ki-lled hi-m"

"Evan buckley do not think that way you did the best you can and your ability to risk your life every day for strangers now I think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed"

He replied with a happy gentle smile

After everyone was done they both hopped

Onto bad a cuddled she being to big spoon

And slowly he fell asleep but before he said.

"I love you so much and thank you for being there for me"

"Of course I am there for you now I'm tried so goodnight"

"Good night"

Before she fell asleep she thought about what she said and she knew he was hurt plot but she really didn't think it was bad enough for this to happen but she realizedThey were made for each to pick up the pieces other people broke

[zerobaselove]

kisses with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: hanbin's is slightly suggestive? i think? but nothing other than that! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: thank u anon for the request i've been wanting to write smth like this :D im not sure if its 100% what you wanted but i hope you like it anyways

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"does this look okay?" you couldn't help but ask your boyfriend; looking in the mirror at the outfit you chose. it was nice, sure, but with a boyfriend like jiwoong by your side you had to make sure you didn't look completely like a fool. "it looks great, you look great." he smiled, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his vision moving to the mirror to look at the two of you.

you couldn't help but melt into his touch as he leaned down to press light kisses on your neck. "my love, you always look gorgeous," he said in between placing kisses on your skin before turning you away from the mirror and towards him. "now let's get going," he placed one last kiss on your lips, savouring the moment and letting his lips linger. his hand came up to cup your cheek, gently so as to not ruin your makeup, and smiling into yet another kiss.

"jiwoong," you mumbled against his lips, "don't we have to go?" he pulled away with a pout on his now slightly lipstick-covered lips. "why do we have to go to this dinner," an even louder sigh escaped his lips, "you're all i could want anyways." you brought your thumb up to wipe off the makeup that now adorned his lips before smiling, "well you have me," it was your turn to reach up and plant a kiss on his lips, "so let's not let these outfits go to waste."

zhang hao ;

you hadn't expected to come home so late, but when you walked into your shared bedroom with your boyfriend hao, you made an attempt to get ready for bed quietly. you were under the impression it had worked, until you got to your side of the bed and went to get in. "you're home," you could barely make out hao's sleepy mumbles, but what you could make out was his arm holding up the blanket to let you in; sliding under the covers you turned to your boyfriend.

"hi hao, go back to bed, i didn't mean to wake you." the only response you got from the boy was the feeling of his hand on your side, trailing up till he found your face in the darkness of the room. with his hand on your cheek he leaned in to feel your lips against his. "missed you." he mumbled against your lips, the feeling sending sparks through your body. "missed you too hao." you managed to get out before kissing him again, your hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

eventually, you pulled away, both feeling the weight of the day weighing on you and wanting to let the drowsiness take over. with his hand resting over your waist, you relaxed into the bed and let your eyes shut. "goodnight hao." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. while you couldn't see him, you just knew he was smiling back at you. "goodnight love."

hanbin ;

"did it hurt?" you asked, tracing the tattoos across hanbin's chest, dragging your finger to trace the lines of his collarbones as well. "it wasn't pleasant," he giggled, whether at the ticklish feeling of your light touches or just because, you didn't know. "but it wasn't too bad." a sheepish smile spread across his face partnered with a blush as he took notice of the way your eyes trailed over his skin so intently.

"too bad i couldn't have kissed it better," the words fell from your lips without much thought, but it made hanbin's breath catch in his throat. "you, you still could." the blush on his face had darkened and he had to resist the urge to hide his face in his hands at the suggestion. without another moment passing you kissed the boy, his hands subconsciously coming to rest on your side and trace shapes on your skin. you trailed down his jaw ending at his collarbone, peppering kisses across his skin until you reached the delicate celestial tattoos adorning his body, much like paint on a canvas. "pretty."

after a few more moments you reconnected your lips, "you're the pretty one," he mumbled against you before pulling apart and resting your foreheads against each other, taking the opportunity to take in the moment, memorizing every feature on his face. he took your hands in his, squeezing them tight. "my pretty y/n."

you flushed at the nickname, your heart skipping a beat without even realizing before squeezing his hand back, "my pretty hanbin."

matthew ;

"in what world is strawberry the best flavour." you huffed in disbelief at your boyfriends ice cream opinion, getting a smug smile in return. "in this one," he said matter-of-factly, taking another taste of the pink dessert. "you don't know what you're missing out on y/n." you couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head, taking a bite of your own ice cream.

matthew had to stifle a giggle when he saw you, leaving you to raise your eyebrow in confusion. "what?" you whined, seeing the smile on his face get wider. "you just have a little ice cream on your nose," he brought his thumb up to wipe it off, unable to stop smiling at just how cute you were. "anything else?" you joked.

he only nodded, causing you to sigh at the state of yourself. before you could whine any more, matthew had connected your lips in a short kiss. "there," he smiled, "got it!" you were a little dumbfounded, but that didn't stop you from pulling him in to kiss his lips again, leaving one last peck before you pulled apart.

"you taste like strawberries." you mumbled, your thumb coming up to your lips, seeing your boyfriend flash his biggest smile back at you. "not so bad is it?"

taerae ;

it wasn't often that taerae got sentimental, but when he did it was always adorable in your eyes; his smile would grow and his eyes would soften just talking about how much he loved you, and the feeling was absolutely mutual. as much as you loved hearing his kind words, you couldn't fight the urge to kiss him anymore. leaning in to connect his lips with yours had pretty effectively quieted him down.

"god you're perfect," he whispered against your lips, continuing his tangent from earlier; this time in muffled whispers against your lips in between kisses. his hands had found themselves on you; one tangled in your hair and the other finding purchase on your waist, keeping you in place. your own hands resting on his shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer until you needed air.

you both pulled apart with ear to ear smiles, and you couldn't help but be aware of his hand still on your waist as you find yourself leaning into it. "have i told you how perfect you are?" he asked, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and you couldn't help but laugh a little. "you did just a few minutes ago taerae."

"but that was a few minutes ago," he leaned in to peck your lips again, "i'm gonna tell you how perfect you are until i run out of breath."

ricky ;

"i just don't know what to do," your voice trailed off as you brought your hands up to cover your face. "everything is just so overwhelming." you felt bad for your boyfriend ricky, always having to deal with your ramblings, but he didn't seem bothered by it; always sitting and patiently listening to you and your thoughts.

now that you were both sure you had finished your tangent. ricky couldn't help but lean in to place a kiss on your lips, effectively pulling you out of your head enough to calm down. "it's okay," he smiled, "you're not gonna go through this alone, so there's no point worrying about that right now." this time placing his hand on yours and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

you breathed a sigh of relief, connecting your lips once again. "thank you," you muttered between kisses, "i don't know what i'd do without you." ricky only hummed as his hand found its place at the small of your back, pulling you closer to his chest; his other hand reaching up to hold the back of your head, planting a kiss on your head, "you don't have to, i'm never leaving your side."

gyuvin ;

"gyuvin-" you whined out, hoping your boyfriend would hear you from the other room, "i need your help." you called out, soon being welcomed with a smile as he sees your predicament. "can't reach?" he asked, smirking at the cabinet that seemed to be just too far out of your reach. "listen," you started, letting out a joking huff at the boy to match the pout across your face, hopeful to convince him. "are you going to help me or not?"

he thought about it for a moment before letting a mischievous smile spread across his face, "i'll help you, but for a price." you couldn't help but laugh at his antics, only giving him a nod to continue his train of thought. "i'm going to need payment in kisses," his smile widened as did your eyes, "no free labor here!"

you only sighed before taking a step closer and leaning up to reach his lips, giving him a small peck before looking expectantly between him and the top shelf of the cabinet, "there. now help me." when gyuvin leaned closer you had thought nothing of it; until he went for your lips. his hands wrapped around your waist, opting to lift you onto the counter so you were closer to his height. the two of you pulled away a few minutes later, cheeks flushed and smiles wide.

you turned to look behind you, grabbing the box off the top shelf now that you were on the counter, "didn't need you anyways!" you giggled, hopping off the counter and sticking your tongue out at gyuvin to taunt him, getting a huff in return. "i'm the whole reason you got up there!"

gunwook ;

"i got in!" you yelled, holding the acceptance letter in your shaking hands. "oh my god," gunwook matched your energy, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, "i knew you would!." he let you back down, his one hand grabbing your waist to stabilize you for a moment before holding your face with the other, leaning in for a congratulatory kiss.

"you deserve this." you'd almost think he was more excited than you with the way he had been cheering you on, but that's just how he was. "thank you gunwookie," you brought your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips again, both smiling into the kiss.

you pulled apart from each other's lips, still with your arms around each other, "you know what this calls for?" you asked, seeing the gears in his head turning as he thought what specifically you were thinking. "another kiss?" he shyly asked, unable to contain his enjoyment of the affection. you laughed at the boy, "not what i was gonna say," you paused to pull him down closer, "but that works too."

connecting your lips for the nth time that afternoon, you couldn't help but smile before separating again"i'm so proud of you," he hummed as he playfully pecked your forehead, "and what better way to celebrate than with your lovely boyfriend, am i right?"

yujin ;

"and that is how it's done." yujin said, neatly kicking the soccer ball into the goal before turning expectantly to you, "your turn." you let out a laugh of disbelief, "yujin, do you really think i can do that?" instead of responding, he opted to just kick the soccer ball your way, hitting your shin in the process. while it didn't hurt that bad, the shock caused you to let out a yelp.

"oh god, are you okay?" he rushed to your side, immediately checking to make sure you weren't badly hurt. you laughed at the boy, reassuring him it didn't hit you hard, but he insisted he should make it up to you for how sorry he was. "well i've got an idea how you could make it up to me." you smiled widely, getting a caring, but confused look in return.

you pointed to your cheek, hoping he would get the hint, and he did. leaving a quick peck on your cheek with a sheepish smile, causing yours to grow even wider. as you turned to the boy, you hadn't realized he was going in for another one, and your lips touched in a chaste kiss; it was clumsy, bumping noses and all, but it was perfect to you. "oh, hello," you chuckled, bringing your hand up to your lips.

"i didn't mean to," he rushed out, cheeks a deep crimson. "yujin it's okay," you grabbed his hand in yours, "i thought it was cute."

[ladyannemarie5]

Jaskier: the emotional support bard for EVERYONE

Well, remember my "Things we learned/confirmed about our bard in Vol. 2" post? You can see it here.

I haven't stopped thinking about point #16 (He's the emotional support bard for EVERYONE (Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri and even Dara) but who the hell is my baby's emotional support?) and after many sleepless nights I finally got around to it to write something about it.

So here you have 2k words of hurt/angst for my beautiful bard. Because he needs to vent to someone and I love a Geralt writhing in pain and guilt :D

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Geralt is truly grateful to have Jaskier in his life. Having him is the true blessing. 

The bard is always by his side, with a soft and understanding smile on his face, with the right words that will give shelter to their hearts and a joke to lighten the mood.

He knows just the right combination of words to make Yennefer smile sincerely. He knows what song to sing for Ciri after her nightmares. He knows what to say to elves who have lost their homes and families to always keep them hopeful.

And of course, Jaskier is always sincere about his emotions, the things he likes, the things he dislikes.

Jaskier is colorful, loud, colorful and true with his feelings.

That's why Geralt is at a loss for what to do when he hears Radovid comforting his bard. 

Geralt was about to tell them both to gather by the fire to continue the party after saying goodnight to Ciri. The party in the forest was in full swing when both lovebirds decided to step away from the spotlight and spend some time alone. 

"How are you, lark?" asks Radovid.

"I'm perfect, my prince. All things are finally flowing properly" replies the bard cheerfully.

There is silence for a moment, Geralt sneaking up on the pair, not wanting to abruptly interrupt their moment.

"I could see how your hands shook as we approached the fire, I also noticed that you didn't play your usual notes on your lute, and of course, you tried to sing the dirtiest songs in your repertoire only to have your friends tell you to stop singing in front of the girl" the prince murmurs softly and Geralt stops his steps altogether. 

"Well, I wouldn't want a witcher and his sorceress to cut little Jaskier for singing obscenities in front of his daughter. You should thank me for stopping, I know how much you enjoy little Jaskier."

A silence follows, Geralt thinks the matter is settled, that Jaskier is fine. 

"And now you're evading the issue" replies the prince in a tone Geralt can't detect. "You said you weren't afraid of the fire anymore but you sat in the farthest place from the campfire, you didn't have your twitch with the strings and I know you only do that when you don't want to want to keep playing the lute and I also know you only sing your dirtiest songs when you want to make people uncomfortable and make them stop asking you for songs.

I ask you again, how are you?"

Jaskier doesn't respond. Geralt holds his breath and frowns in the darkness.

Jaskier isn't acting weird, it's just Jaskier being Jaskier, Geralt thinks. His bard is always happy, in fact he is surprised that he always smells like honeysuckle and lavender all the time because humans always have a wide variety of smells about them. Sadness, anger, joy, satisfaction, and more and more, but Jaskier always smells of happiness, and several (many) times of lust. Radovid believes that just by knowing Jaskier for a few years he is already able to read him backwards and forwards. Like him

Jaskier doesn't say anything for several minutes and for a second, it seems like the conversation has stopped there, maybe he'll start cracking a joke about how being the most famous bard on the continent is taking its toll on him or maybe he'll comment that Radovid isn't giving him any enough attention.

If there's one thing everyone who knows Jaskier personally knows, it's that the bard is...

"I'm tired "

And Geralt's heart stops. Because he has never heard the bard speak in that tone. Not even when they had walked miles and miles for hours, not when they had spent days and days sleeping outside instead of an inn, not even when Geralt apologized after the mountain. It's not the kind of physical exhaustion that Jaskier always brags about, it's the exhaustion that comes from his soul.

A soft sound is heard and the witcher must not have special mutations to know that the prince has gotten closer to the poet “Dear heart, it is me. "You know you don't need to pretend to be someone you're not with me."

More silence. More doubts.

And then, like a dam that has broken, Geralt smells for the first time the bitter aroma of rotting dandelions: Jaskier's sadness.

"I feel so lonely." Jaskier sighs, an exhausted, desperate sigh.

And then the sobs come.

Geralt can imagine the prince holding Jaskier in his arms because the poet's voice sounds muffled and sobbing.

Jaskier talks about how he has always felt sad and alone since he was a child. How sometimes he is not able to remember his childhood because his mind has blocked everything bad to protect him. He talks about how music saved his life, how sometimes it's not enough and he just forces himself to make it enough.

Geralt thinks about the times Jaskier didn't sleep or eat because he stayed to write in his notebook, how he took his lute and held it to his chest saying that the muses were blessing him with inspiration. He now wonders how much was real and how much was the bard breaking.

The bard tells the prince how scared he was when he first toured the continent, fearing that he would have to crawl back to his parents to survive. The happiness of being able to find Geralt and follow him. The sadness of being rejected over and over again by the only person who was his lighthouse at that moment. The panic attacks he suffered when he woke up and Geralt was already gone. The tremors in his legs when he ran to the next town to catch up with the witcher and the fake smiles he had shown when pretending that their reunion was accidental.

Geralt remembers a time, in Temeria, when he found Jaskier drinking beer in a tavern and how his leg kept moving, up and down over and over again. How Jaskier told him it was the emotion that the red-haired waitress caused him. He tries to remember how many miles Jaskier had to walk by himself.

Jaskier tells him how devastated he was when Geralt left him. Because he knows that 20 years are nothing for a witcher but they were half of his human life. He tells him that he returned to Geralt because he missed him and is his best friend, the person he has the most faith in, but he doesn't think he can trust him again, not like before. Because he had been his only friend, his only constant after leaving and being disowned by his own family, because he had given him his youth, voice and friendship for decades and yet Geralt had left him. And his heart is so broken that he can't put another patch on it or will be useless forever.

He tells him how ashamed he is of his human condition. Because he's surrounded by gods who can set the world on fire literally and figuratively, he clings so hard to being someone magnificent like them, but sometimes he's so exhausting that the very breath escapes him. He tells that every time they make a joke about being weak, worthless or just being left behind he gets it because they remind him of his family, but now it has become a dull ache that builds up in his heart and he knows it's wrong, but now has gotten used to it.

Geralt doesn't even have a specific memory, but he knows that he has a lot to think about.

The poet talks about nightmares about being burned, about being left behind for being a mere human. Because he knows that he is only a second in the infinite life of the people he loves, that he is nothing more than a thorn in the hearts of the people he considers his family. Because they will live long, wonderful lives and the memory of him will one day be erased from their minds, and sometimes it's okay, but other times it feels like it burns his soul to know that he means nothing to anyone.

He tells Radovid that he is so afraid that he will leave him too. Because he knows that he can be a lot and feel so much that he is used to being left aside, but he doesn't believe he can bear Radovid's rejection and he doesn't believe can bear to say goodbye to the prince he has fallen in love with like never before. He tells him how much loves him, how fervent his love is, but Radovid is a prince, the representation of the gods on earth, the man who has armies and subjects and men and women at his disposal; and he’s a simple bard, with scars from torture and a lute on his back. Jaskier opens up and talks out loud about how scared he was when he met him, because he always jokes about being heartbroken, like every good poet, but he never talks about the fear of not being enough again.

He talks about his resentment and envy of others. He was always the bard of comfort for everyone, always the shoulder to cry on and complain about, always the perfect man to put down and feel good about yourself. Jaskier, the man who always smiles. Jaskier, the man of a thousand words. Always the bard Dandelion.

He says that has no right to cry and complain about his pain, because there are elves out there who have lost their homes, their family, and their lives. Because just a few steps from him, there is a girl who lost her parents, her grandparents and her entire home in the flames. There is a sorceress who was sold by her father, who was undone and remade countless times. Because he has traveled with the man with the purest and noblest heart on the continent, that he has suffered for decades without complaint. Because there is a prince trapped in a viper's nest next to him. He has no right to cry because he is exhausted.

But sometimes it's so hard to stay smiling. Sometimes the curtain must be lowered, sometimes his lips also get tired of saying words of encouragement without any in return, his arms are also tired of holding and not being held, his heart sometimes gets tired of loving without being loved.

Sometimes he just wants to sleep and not wake up again.

Jaskier talks and talks and talks. But for the first time, he's not about the best color for his doublet, but instead he mutters about the insecurities he hides behind those colors. For the first time, Geralt doesn't tune out Jaskier's inane, meaningless chatter and actually listens, hears the tremor in his voice, smells the pain in the air, feels every sob rumbling in his chest. And he wonders how he never saw it, how he always took his friend for granted.

It seems that Jaskier's words are exhausted, because all that remains is a deafening silence and the aroma of salt from tears not shed for years.

“You are not alone, lark,” the prince murmurs, soft and determined. “You have me, Geralt, Ciri and Yennefer. We are your family. We are yours. And I'm sorry you feel that way, because it was never our intention to burden you with our burdens. Because we love you. You are the light of our lives, and the only reason we all have a family. Jaskier, you are my lark, my heart and my soul. I love you more than anything, Jaskier. You can always come to me to listen to you, to cry or simply to be by your side, the way you want me, all the time you want me.”

Jaskier sobs again and Geralt can imagine Radovid holding him tighter, closer, because it's something the witcher wants to do.

Geralt walks away silently with only the thoughts of him.

He returns to the bonfire that miraculously continues to burn, with no Yennefer and Ciri in sight.

Geralt sits in his place. He thinks about everything he has learned from the bard in 1 hour and has been missing for 24 years. He wonders how much of what he sees in Jaskier is him and not his mask. He questions why he never asked Jaskier how he is.

Then he hears footsteps coming out of the forest. He feels Yenn sit silently to the right of him and then Ciri to the left of him. Everyone heard, everyone felt their bard break.

No one says anything, as if the bard had taken away their words. He probably did it. So the three of them sit together until they decide to go to sleep, always in silence.

The next morning, the 3 find a note from Radovid saying that he and Jaskier will take some time together. That they will soon find them.

The witcher, the sorceress and the princess shed tears together and then wait anxiously for their bard. Their lark.

[ellievickstar]

Between Two Worlds (Chapter 3) DISCONTINUED

A/N: This is a little short but there is a cute omens with Eris and Azriel in this fic so all of you can enjoy :D

Summary: What happens when your emotions consume you, when the love of two completely different people eat you alive as you are lost and trapped in the decision to choose one or the other?

Request: N/A

Pairing: Azriel x Reader, Eris Vanserra x reader

Warnings: Love Triangle, probably mentions of suicidal thoughts, not that much swearing.

Between Two Worlds / Part 2 / Part 3

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“I need your help.”

That’s all you had to say to the High Lady, Nesta and your cousin before they all swept into your room which Helion had situated himself in, tea on the table and one question on their lips: What happened?

They were endearing like that, always ready to care for you, for some strange reason they saw you as some innocent person that they had to protect at all cost. It annoyed you most of the time, but it also made you feel loved on a very different level.

Letting out a breath, you looked at Mor, “Firstly, I am so sorry. I promise that it was not out of ill intentions or anything against you, and I don’t blame you if you choose to resent me forever for this,” And everything was out in the air, how you had been meeting Eris for centuries, how you had grown closer, how you enjoyed you time together. You sucked in a breath. Waiting for Mor to say something.

“And you’re saying that…he didn’t touch me, all this time, was because he knew that I would be in the same bout as before, but maybe even worse,” Mor repeated. You nodded, guilt seeped in as you revealed Eris’s secret, but it wasn’t right anymore, you were in love with the one person which hurt Mor so much, she nearly died. You had to explain, Eris had agreed that if you felt the need you could tell Mor what really happened from his side of the story, you hadn’t told him why you felt a strong need to. But the letter that had replied your question to explain everything to Mor only said three words: I trust you.

Mor seemed to be completely silent, Nesta looked like for once she didn’t look completely appalled at the thought of Eris, and Feyre, looked at you, it wasn’t anger or sadness, but a vague understanding. You and Eris had bonded over the fact that your fathers were both abusive assholes, she could not blame you for that.

“I…I can’t say I completely forgive Eris for what he’s done, not until he has the guts to come and tell me himself. But, I do now understand why he seemed to be conflicted about helping me. And I know that there was no guarantee that Beron would not have done much worse,” Her eyes were soft as she looks at you, “I do not blame you for falling in love. I just want you to be safe.” Closing your eyes, you sighed in relief. Reasonable. She was being reasonable.

Clearing your throat, you got everyone’s attention as you spoke, “There’s more, I’m also in love with Azriel,” That’s when the simultaneous ‘WHAT’ exploded out of everyone’s mouths. You flinched at how loud it was but smoothed your skirts as you sighed. “Yeah, this is some love triangle shit and the cauldron if screwing with me,” Feyre piped up as she asked, “Well, is there any preference?” You considered for a moment but shook your head. “When I think of Azriel I feel my heart race, I feel my skin burn, I feel free. And when I look at Eris I feel the same. They both make me feel…alive. When I think about them I don’t need to worry about closing my eyes and waking to nightmares. I feel safe, I feel free,” Feyre listened intently. Nest seemed to be deep in thought as Mor started to grin.

“How is it that you hav somehow managed to catch, not one, but TWO brooding males who both have marginal anger issues, don’t like to share, and definitely hate each other? Wow. Good for you!” Clapping her hands together, you could tell that she was plotting, and you didn’t know if you should be terrified or excited.

Soon, it was time to bid goodnight but Nesta lingered even as Feyre and Mor left. “Are you sure about this, being in a love triangle can be tricky,” It was a valid question, one you couldn’t leave unanswered. “I love them both,” You assured. But she shook her head, “That might not be enough.”

~*~*~*~*~

You received a letter the next morning from Eris, a reply to the one you had sent the night earlier after the girls left, detailing the night before without some pieces of information. The letter was, a lot longer than you had expected:

My Dearest Little Flame,

I was definitely upset when you chose to not meet me, but it is understandable since you played guest in a different court. As per usual, my father had a…tantrum, when we returned. Do not worry about me, I know you are, but don’t, I’m safe, I’m well, and I’m definitely not bleeding.

The truth is Little Flame, I missed you, dearly. Yesterday was not fair to you when I attacked your court. I cannot explain why but I need you to know that I am sorry.

On a lighter note, I do hope you decide to wear that pretty little yellow dress again, maybe you could get a red version, and if you can’t I will personally go shopping with you. May I ask, how dare you look so outrageously stunning during that meeting? Absolutely ridiculous, I demand compensation.

Perhaps you could give it to me the next time we meet.

Live Little Flame. Live today and tomorrow. Live for a future for both of us.

With much love,

Eris

You laughed as you read the last of the letter, bringing it to your chest as the words rung in your head like a broken temple bell. My Dearest little Flame. My. Thanking your lucky stars you were alone, you flushed deeply as you placed the letter down to get dressed, this time you wore loose linen pants with a longed sleeved cotton blouse, and layered it with a brown leather jacket. Practical if something happened, and easy to run in. After yesterday, anything could happen.

Greeting the rest of the inner court at the breakfast table, you giggled with Vivian as you caught up in each other’s lives. “Love, how is it that you managed to be so stunning in pants and a loose blouse? I must know!!!” Vivian squealed as she asked you rapid fire questions on how life had been going for you after Under The Mountain.

Below the table you felt someone’s foot nudge yours and as you glanced around the table confused, hazel eyes met yours, mischief shining bright in them. Oh that little- he wanted to play games? Well he better be ready to have his ass kicked.

Maneuvering your foot, you lightly nudged his foot before lifting your heel and lightly storming on his toe. The only indication of his pain was a slight ‘oomph’ that he let out. Holding in your giggle was hard, but you managed, this continued for a bit as you both exchanged light taps and smiling at each other once in a while when your legs got caught in each other occasionally. That was when Nesta, Feyre, and Rhys burst into the room.

“The wall,” Feyre breathed, “He’s bringing the wall down.”

~*~*~*~*~

Next part

A/N: I hope you guys loved it <3 Good night/day loves!!! (I know you are either reading this in class or really late a night)

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[itjazzbicch]

Our Futures

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Obito so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Finally accomplishing his dream of becoming Hokage and having a night of partying with Kakashi and the reader, the reader makes sure he's ready for his big day, gifting him with something special...

(Thought this would be a fun, sweet fic because Obito deserved better 😭)

Warnings:  N/A

Word Count: 1.4k 

"I-I'm g-gonna be H-Hokage, don't you know?!"

"Y/N," Kakashi sighed, helping me take a drunk Obito back home, "I told you taking him out for sake was a bad idea."

"You're a bad idea! Stupid Kakashi," Obito murmured, shooing his arm away and hugging me, "At least Y/N isn't a party pooper."

"Kakashi, you know he's going to be super busy after tomorrow. What will a night of a little partying hurt, huh?"

If anything, I was getting a good laugh out of all of this, keeping my arm around Obito as we were making it to his house.

"It'll make him even later than he already will be tomorrow, I know that much," Kakashi mumbled under his breath, Obito hearing and snapping sloppily:

"You're just jealous that I'm gonna be Hokage and you're not!"

"There's no other shinobi who can take your spot, Obito, alright?" Getting the door open and guiding him inside, I cooed to him softly to calm him, "Now, let's get you a glass of water and into bed. You have a super big day tomorrow."

"Please make sure that he isn't late tomorrow?" Kakashi whispered to me as we watched Obito go to his bedroom, hearing the massive plop of his body crashing into his bed.

"Don't worry, he won't be," I assured, getting a glass of water for Obito, "Even if I have to drag him up there, I will."

"Thank you," Kakashi had faith in me as usual, waving as he was leaving, "Goodnight."

"See you tomorrow," I waved back, glass in hand, and going to find Obito, who was curled in bed, hugging his pillow and snoring away.

After everything we had all seen and experienced throughout our lives, seeing him just a night away from accomplishing his lifelong dream, even if he had been drunk and a bit annoying from it, I'd never been so happy.

Placing the glass down on the nightstand, I covered him up with his blanket carefully, fixing his ruffled hair, and adding a soft kiss to the top of his head:

"Sweet dreams, Lord Hokage."

_____________

"Ugh! The sun," In the kitchen preparing breakfast, I could hear Obito's groans, then a massive thud.

"Obito?!" Thank goodness I had just finished up, rushing into his room to find him on the floor, rubbing his head and groaning with a pout on his face, "Are you alright?"

"How much did I drink last night?" He yawned, taking my hand as I helped him to his feet.

"A lot," I sighed, holding him next to me as he stretched and yawned, guiding him to the couch, "But it's alright. Some water and a good breakfast should help."

"And sleep," Yawning more, he tried to lay down on the couch, which made me shake my head and scold him:

"You officially become Hokage today! You can't go back to sleep."

"Crap! You're right! What time is it?!" He sat up quickly, looking around to try and find the clock, holding his head, obviously dizzy from his hangover.

"Calm down, we still have time," Heading to the kitchen, I brought his breakfast and water, "So, take your time eating. I'll go get your clothes ready."

Smiling tiredly down at his colorful and hearty breakfast, I heard him whisper:

"You're too good to me, Y/N."

There was no fighting the bright smile that popped onto my face, kissing the top of his head before I went off to his room:

"Eat up. I'll be right back."

Not only getting his outfit for the day ready, but I also made his bed and straightened up his bedroom, seeing him come back once he was done eating.

"Your clothes are right here," I patted them on the edge of his bed and handed him a towel, "I'm gonna go do the dishes and when you're done, we'll go."

"It's alright Y/N-"

"Ah! Ah!" I interrupted, playing around as a bopped his nose, "It's your big, special day and I'm making sure it goes perfectly. Now, shower."

He only smiled at me, nodding before he went off to take a shower and I cleaned the kitchen. The timing was perfect, drying my hands as he came out, ready and a lot less hungover than before.

"You ready?" I smiled as I jumped next to him, holding his hand.

His face turned as red as a tomato, stumbling on his word, "B-Born ready-y."

"Let's go then!" Skipping and grabbing the door, this day was already perfect.

Not only was Obito accomplishing his dreams, but he was also the first Uchiha to become Hokage, making our way to the office and everyone who saw us waving and congratulating him. It was amazing how the village acknowledged him.

"What would you know? Obito has finally made it to an important event on time," Kakashi was waiting for us at the door that led to the roof, where the ceremony would begin.

"Shut it, Kakashi. I woke up, had breakfast, and showered all on my own. No hangover or anything!" These two were something else, unable to hold back my giggles as Kakashi already knew:

"I'm sure you fell out of bed, Y/N made you breakfast, and made sure that you showered."

"Ugh, so what? I'm here on time, ain't I?"

"Alright, boys," I giggled, ending their bickering, "The ceremony is about to begin."

"Ready, Obito?" Kakashi got the door, but before Obito could answer, I said quickly:

"You can go ahead, Kakashi. I need a moment with him. Please?"

Obito's eye darted over to me quickly, Kakashi curious but respecting my wishes:

"Don't take too long."

Once Kakashi was out of sight, Obito watched my every move as I went to grab a box, asking shyly:

"What is it, Y/N?"

"There's just something that I want you to have before you go out there," I smiled brightly, presenting the box to him as he stared at it, "Open it."

Carefully, he opened the box, gasping softly at the sight of the Uchiha crest, taking the soft, white fabric to see his very own Hokage robe, flames at the bottom to honor our sensei too.

"I made it myself," I smiled, beyond happy with his reaction, completely in awe while he put it on.

"You did?!" Moving all around to look at it, he was in love, smiling, "This is incredible!"

"I want you to know how proud I am of you, Obito," I said more softly, setting the box aside to hug him, arms wrapped around his neck and cooing, "I know you're going to be the best Hokage this village has ever seen. I don't care what anyone thinks or says. I just know it."

"Thank you," He whispered, arms squeezing around me as he admitted, "I wouldn't have gotten this far without you."

"Oh nonsense," Picking up my head to meet his gaze, I caressed the scarred side of his face softly, "You never give up, even after all the hard things you've faced, never giving in or giving up is what got you here."

His eye started to gloss over, growing teary-eyed, only wanted to make the day as special as I could by reaching into my satchel and taking his hand, placing the old goggles that he had as a kid in his hand.

"Y-You've had these?"

"Yeah, ever since that day," I whispered, fighting some tears of my own while recalling that horrible memory, "But I always thought you were so adorable when you wore those, and that it would show how far you've come."

All he could do was hug me, tighter than ever and I swore that I could feel the happiness between us, giving him one last gift by tilting his chin so he'd face me, kissing him softly. Time froze around us, lips tender, but pressing a little harder before I had to let him go:

"It's your time to shine, Obito. They're all waiting for you."

"R-Right," My kiss obviously flustered him, giggling quietly as his back turned and slapped himself, mumbling, "Get it together, Obito."

Heading up the stairs, the Uchiha crest and red flames facing me, I knew that this was a beginning of an era, one that we once thought that we could only dream of, but as Obito's head turned to me, flashing his smiled that I loved, I knew that our futures were bright and never again would I have to worry about him not being there to see it. 

[rhondafromhr]

Finished the second chapter of my ‘nerds corruption au’ story!

I have way too much free time right now and I’m also having way too much fun writing this so here’s another chapter, this idea has me in an absolute chokehold.

Link to Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/rhondafromhr/738099850581835776/i-ended-up-writing-it-after-all-ill-probably

“We’re Gonna Become the Bullies”

Chapter 2: They’re Walking a Very Fine Line

Paul’s been Richie’s guardian for going on four years now and in that time, Richie’s never given him much of a reason to worry. He’s never been sent to the principal’s office or the police station, he keeps his grades up, he chose the math club over the smoke club and the most rebellious thing he ever does is stay up late on a school night watching anime. More importantly, he tells Paul everything - when he gets bullied at school, when he’s struggling with a class, when he has a fight with Ruth (Oh God, Paul remembers, he promised they’ll go see The Barbecue Monologues to show her their support. Ugh. He does not like musicals). If he’s going to be out late, he always texts Paul to let him know where he is, what he’s doing and about when he thinks he‘ll be home.

At least he did until Friday night. He said he was going to Pete’s after school for a D&D session and he should be home around eleven. But then eleven o’clock rolled around and Richie didn’t appear, nor did a heads up that he was going to be late. Paul ignored the slight gnawing anxiety. There’s no reason to worry, he told himself, they probably just got really caught up in their game. From the few times Richie’s hosted D&D night at their place, he knows how intense they get with it.

But then it was a quarter past eleven and still no sign of him. He texted: hey, haven’t heard from you, everything okay? No answer. Ten more minutes passed and eventually he caved and called. Nothing. He tried two more times and still nothing. By eleven forty-five he was desperate enough to call Ted and ask if he’d heard anything from Peter. He hadn’t and he was none too pleased with Paul for interrupting his favorite pastime (“screwin’ around with another man’s wife”). Apparently, Ted had him on speaker, because Charlotte heard and she was much nicer about it. She told Paul they’d notify him if they heard anything and asked him to please let them know once Richie got home safe. Just when he was on the verge of a panic attack, he heard the lock clicking on the front door as Richie let himself in. By now it was almost two in the morning. Paul exhaled and the tension left his body. He’d never felt this relieved in his life. Obviously, Richie had some explaining to do, but at least he was here. At least Paul finally knew he was safe.

“Hi, Richie. Did something happen? Usually you at least shoot me a text if you’re going to be out late.” Something was definitely off. Richie’s clothes were disheveled and the way he rubbed his arm was subtly different from the way he usually does it - his hand rested on his shoulder rather than his forearm and he winced as if there was some physical pain he was trying to relieve. Did he get hurt? Why didn’t he call Paul for help if he got hurt?

“Oh, uh, sorry, Paul. We just got super into the campaign and I guess the time got away from us. Won’t happen again. I’m pretty tired now, I think I’m going to head to bed. Goodnight!” He rushed to his room before Paul could ask any follow-up questions.

“Goodnight, Richie,” Paul said with a sigh. He wasn’t convinced, but maybe Richie just needed time to open up about whatever actually happened. He always did eventually.

That night still weighs on Paul’s mind as he drives Richie to school Monday morning. Richie seems distracted, too. Without his usual enthusiastic rambling about the merits of subs versus dubs or why there should be a copy of the full Attack on Titan box set in the library of congress, the car feels eerily quiet. Paul turns on the radio to try and fill the silence, but the cheery, up-tempo song that comes on somehow creates an even weirder atmosphere. They finally pull up in front of the school and say their goodbyes.

Just as he’s about to take off, Paul notices a tall boy in a letterman jacket waving to Richie. Richie waves back and approaches him. Wait, isn’t that Max Jägerman? The kid that’s been bullying Richie and his friends for years? He watches as they walk towards the school entrance together. Why is Max being so friendly to him out of the blue? Is this the setup for some horrible, mean-spirited prank? Paul’s heart sinks, but there’s nothing he can do. He’ll just have to trust Richie’s judgment and be there for him if anything happens. He’s definitely going to Beanie’s on his lunch break today. He desperately needs a coffee and Emma will probably be happy to let him vent and maybe even provide some surprisingly thoughtful advice. Knowing her, she’ll welcome any distraction from her usual degrading job duties of making coffee, serving “cold, shitty pastries” and singing for tips.

“Hey, Richie! How was your weekend?” Max greets him enthusiastically. Huh, he’s been upgraded from Shitlips. Not only that, they’re on a first-name basis now. So they’re actually doing this. That night at the Waylon place wasn’t some weird fever dream.

“Uh, it was okay, I guess? My Uncle Paul didn’t seem too happy with me for staying out so late on Friday, but he didn’t, like, ground me or anything. Other than that I didn’t do much, just rewatched Attack on Titan again.” Friday was the weirdest, most stressful night of his life and he had no idea what to expect on Monday, so the comfort and familiarity was much needed.

“Oh, cool. My dad was pretty upset when I told him what happened, too.”

“That makes sense, you did almost die.”

“Yeah, he’s really pissed I didn’t. Wanted to collect the life insurance payout or whatever. You know how dads are,” Max says with a shrug. Richie actually doesn’t know how dads are, but he’s pretty sure that’s not normal.

“Oh, uh, sorry. That sucks.” What else can he say to something like that?

“Anyway, I gave Kyle and Jason the rundown over the weekend and told them to spread the word. Everyone should know by now that you and the rest of the group are not to be messed with and from now on they’ll be answering to all of us. And if anybody tries it you just let me know, it’s a swirly and a flick-it ticket for them. We’ll do it together. I have to teach you the proper form, anyway.”

Oh, right. That part of the deal. It’s not just being cool with Max Jägerman, it’s being “on his level” as he phrased it. Which means joining in on the bullying unless they can use whatever influence they now have to talk Max out of it. Grace did say she thought it was possible back at the Waylon place. Richie agreed at the time. Does he still believe that? Did he ever, or was he just trying to justify their decision? If they can even pull it off, it’s going to be a lot more complicated than just going “Hey, let’s not bully anyone!” and Max being like “Okay, sounds good!”

“Will do, Max, but uh, what if it’s somebody who doesn’t have nuts?” Richie asks. He may or may not be speaking from experience. Truthfully, flick-it tickets have never worked on him, but convincingly faking like they’re the most painful thing in the world has probably saved him from Max inflicting actual pain countless times. Ruth’s acting tips have been really helpful for that.

“Oh, good point! Two swirlies, then. Love your inclusive way of thinking!”

The bell rings, providing Richie with a convenient exit from this conversation.

“Oh, gotta get to honors English, see ya later!”

“Bye, Max.” He hurries to Physics, wondering how the hell Max is in honors English.

When he joins their usual group (plus Grace and Steph) at the lunch table, it seems like everyone else is reeling from the changed dynamic, too. At least Ruth is having a good time with it.

“She actually said hi to me!” Ruth says, her eyes lighting up “Then she told me my headgear is fire today! It was so hot, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife!” There’s only one person at school who still says things are fire unironically. Brenda must have gotten the memo.

“Isn’t she dating Kyle?” Pete points out “I know Max won’t let them, but clearly they’d just go behind his back, right?”

“Yeah,” Richie chimes in “If anything, sneaking around would make it hotter. ‘Forbidden fruit’ and all that.”

“Duh! Everyone knows that, watch some porn! But also, watch some romcoms - I’m the nerdy underdog, obviously she chooses me in the end.”

Before Grace can admonish Ruth for being so lewd or Stephanie can rant about the problematic tropes and implications of the romcom comment (the collective word count of her Twitter threads on the subject rivals War and Peace), Pete raises the question that’s been on all of their minds:

“Can we really be considered underdogs anymore?”

“I don’t know. The vibe is definitely different from before,” replies Richie “God, this morning was so weird. Max just walked up to me and started the most normal ass ‘how was your weekend?’ conversation ever. I mentioned anime and he didn’t even make fun of me, it was fucking surreal!”

“It’s definitely weird, but I have to admit it’s been kind of nice to be able to walk down the hallway without constantly watching my back,” Pete says “Brad Callahan called me Micro-Pete earlier. I told him to back off and he actually did!”

“He called you what?” Startled, they all look up to find Max looming over them at the end of their table. When did he get here? “I fuckin’ told him not to bother you guys, but it looks like my instructions were unclear. C’mon, Pete, let’s go find him. We’ll make sure there are no further misunderstandings.”

“What, like, beat him up? I don’t know, Max, he’s twice my size. And he did back off, maybe we let him off with a warning this time?” Pete protests weakly.

“It’s okay, dude, I’ll be right there with you! Nobody who knows what’s good for them is going to jump in to defend him, either, so it’ll be two against one. And I know pummeling people seems intimidating if you’ve never done it before, but I’ll show you the ropes. I bet you're stronger than you think you are!” Ignoring the subject matter, Pete has to admit Max gives a pretty solid pep talk. Now that they’re sort of friends, maybe Max will send some of that energy his way before the AP Physics exam.

“Okay,” Pete says, still uncertain, but also acutely aware that he’s not getting out of this one.

“Can I come with?” Stephanie asks “I’ve actually always wanted to slap Brad across his stupid, smug face, but this is the final straw. Nobody’s going to disrespect you like that on my watch.” Pete turns beet-red.

“Oh, awesome, three against one!” Max says “Let’s roll out!” Stephanie grabs Pete’s hand and the three take their leave. Max and Steph walk with a menacing, determined stride like predators stalking their prey. Pete trails behind them, a little more hesitant, but still follows.

“Slapping Brad in the face has always been one of my fantasies, too! Probably not in the same way, though,” Ruth says “I should’ve joined them! Life is but a series of missed opportunities.”

“Ruth,” Grace says “have you ever considered taking a vow of chastity? Resisting the temptation you’re feeling until you’re safely married could save your immortal soul.”

“No, of course not! Why would I do that now of all times? I’m not a repulsive loser anymore, somebody might finally touch me!” Ruth sighs dreamily. “I’m telling you guys, me and Brenda, there’s something there.”

“If you’re so worried about our immortal souls, why didn’t you try to stop them just now? I don’t spend my weekends at bible study, but I’m pretty sure wrath is a sin,” says Richie.

“Well, Brad has it coming. He’s always been a no good sinner. It’s not our wrath, it’s God’s wrath. They’re just carrying out His will.”

Richie’s surprised to find himself entertaining Grace’s point. She’s right about Brad, at least. He has always been kind of an asshole. He was picking on Pete earlier, too, and it certainly wasn’t the first time. Then there’s the whole “long-con” aspect of it all - once again, things aren’t going to change overnight. They all need to play along if they don’t want to lose their new status ruling Hatchetfield High by Max’s side. Maybe if the next target is less deserving than Brad, he can test the waters and try to get Max to lay off. For now, Richie will just head to his next class and try to make it through the rest of the school day without being roped into roughing somebody up.

[gempuff11]

Wrote up my lil egg on qblrsmp, Tonmy's nightmares >:D

they have such a normal relationship with death and blame and everything mhm mhm

CW: blood, gore, severe injury, death, corpses

"no love, however brief, is wasted."

Tonmy's eyes hurt. Their world blurs from their brain as it pounds against their skull. Their body ached and a new scar begged to be scratched as Dendi showed them to bed. Soft. Warm. Wouldn't hurt.

"Goodnight Dad Dendi. I love you."

They shoot up, wide awake. The room is empty. Did- Did Dendi leave? He did have his own house so Tonmy supposed it made sense.. But at the same time they missed the warmth. They crawl out of bed, the sun low in the sky and casting a red glow over the room. The parent facts are gone from the wall again.. He'd have to repin all the posters up. It'd be okay.

Heading down the stairs, they're thinking about sorting out their backpacks, collecting up all their gifts into one bag, when they realise he has nothing. No backpacks, no armour, no hat. That's not good. But it'd be fine. They'd just get all of it back, ask around for free stuff, maybe steal from people again. Look cute and small and get any kind of weapon he wanted brand new.

Now they're at the chests outside Prism's house. There's a shape in the distance, bright pink and stumbling on a hurt leg. Dendi?

It is Dendi, they can see him clearly bleeding as they sprint over, his eyes glazed and staring directly forwards. Dendi? Dendi? Are you okay? Tonmy tried to say but they couldn't place down a sign. Why wasn't it working?

Dendi collapsed and Tonmy tried to hug them, anything to tell Dendi they were here, but- Dendi just kept staring straight ahead, eyes blank. Could he not see them? Tonmy jumped into his line of vision. His eyes didn't even move, didn't light up and split his face into a big grin, his voice didn't say, "That's my son!!"

Tonmy was invisible, that had to be it. Somehow they'd taken an invisibility potion, someone must've fed it to them and maybe that's why they'd woken up. So it'd be fine, he just had to find milk to clear the potion's effects.

Dendi screamed then. Tonmy whipped back around to see Dendi's blood staining the sand around his body, spilling from a knife plunged deep into his chest. DENDI?? They tried to get the knife out, tugged and tugged but it wouldn't budge and all they could hear was Dendi's pained sobs, all they could see was blood that seemed to cover everything around the two of them and there was so much it was too much-

A black and white shape in the corner of their vision. It was watching as Dendi bled, another knife held lightly in its paw. Mockingly. Tonmy locked eyes with the white fox and it gazed back, its eyes blank and hollow. Then it was gone.

Tonmy shot awake, again.

They were at their birthday party in the rose field, wrapped up in their sleeping bag. Had he collapsed just like Prism had done that day? What day even was it? Hadn't they just been- Dendi's body, bleeding out on the beach, knife through his chest -Had it just been a dream? A nightmare. They'd passed out during their party and everyone had left just like Prism had that day and that didn't even make sense but it'd be fine!! It was fine.

They were alone in the field, opened gifts surrounding them, half eaten food still on the table. The smell of apple pie mixed with roses, and Tonmy decided that if everyone was just gonna leave both them and it here they should at least eat some! He walked over, picking up a knife- no knife in their backpack, backpacks empty, it's all gone again- from the table, and cutting a slice. The knife scraped against the crust of the pie, a screeching sound like metal on stone. Had it been long enough for the food to be this hard? They supposed they'd try it anyway, at least to relish the taste of apples, sweet and tart.

All they tasted was dirt and cold rock against their teeth, their mouth was full of stones. Tonmy looked down and Izzy was lying against them, its hand in Tonmy's mouth. They spat its hand out, Izzy??

It was crying, hand now clasped tightly against its chest. Izzy, Tonmy tried again, he tried to place a sign, to tell Izzy that were so sorry, but they couldn't. It must've hurt so much. A finger was missing from its hand as Tonmy felt more rocks in their mouth, and they lurched forward, hacking up the pieces of Izzy's body.

Tonmy dropped to the floor and curled up next to Izzy, desperately trying to get its attention as it seemed to break apart, the stump of its finger chipping away. Its hand cracked into bigger rocks, and the crack continued across its arm into its body, rupturing into huge chunks of a chest and shoulders. Tonmy grabbed the pieces and tried to fit them back together but each stone they picked up crumbled into useless ash. Izzy was screaming now, the fracture pushing through its face and eyes, splitting its skull in half.

Then there was silence. Long, and cold.

Tonmy started sobbing. He'd just killed Izzy, Parent Izzy, and every piece of it they tried to put back just fell apart and it was already too late.

They felt eyes boring into their back, and their head snapped around to see the white fox through the haze of their tears. They screamed and it disappeared.

Tonmy shot awake, again.

They were in their bed in the fallout bunker. Had they ever slept here before? He didn't think he had, but maybe- maybe there had been an attack and they'd actually listened to be safe for once and had stayed here to wait it out. That had to be it. Izzy's crumbling body lay against them- It's fine. And if it wasn't okay, then it would be. Obviously.

Was Val here? If they'd been sleeping in the bunker Val was probably nearby talking to some of their other kids. Tonmy pulled out their warp- trying so hard to ignore that the warp was the only thing in their backpack- and went up to ValKia, Val's house.

There he was, standing in front of the storage shed, where the waystone used to be. Tonmy remember she'd moved it, and they still get confused and forget to warp to the new one inside the actual storage room now. But there they were, just standing. Waiting?

Tonmy ran up, waving to them, trying to get his attention. Val? They still couldn't place signs. It was getting frustrating, not being able to speak, and they waved all the more aggressively, only to notice Val's eyes were blank. Blank and staring off into the distance. Was Tonmy invisible again? And he still didn't have anything to clear the effect, dammit. They grabbed his hand, it was cold, and glowing his usual bright rainbow.

Val's body shifted and crunched in on itself. Tonmy's hand dropped from theirs as his hands shot up to the nightmare stalker skull covering his face, grabbing at a sword sticking out of one of the eye sockets. Val??

Blood slowly dripped down the white of bone as Val's handed clawed for the handle of the sword. Tonmy grabbed him again, tugging him to the ground and reaching for the hilt. They yanked it out of Val's face with a strong pull and a loud noise of ripped flesh. It was coated in blood. Tonmy wiped it hurriedly on the grass surrounding them before reaching over to hug Val. His breathing was hurried and erratic, like his chest was straining for each push of air her lungs released. Tonmy looked up, to see one of Val's eyes was still glassy and distant, the other closed and trailing blood down their face.

That eyelid abruptly shot open, and Val looked directly at Tonmy with a fleshy hole where their eye should be, one of his hands reaching up to Tonmy's face, leaving a bloody handprint behind.

He collapsed.

Tonmy stared. And sobbed, again. They'd gotten another parent killed, again. Tears washed the blood from their face, tracing line after line.

Hollowed eyes were watching them again too. They could feel its unending gaze relentless on the back of his head. LEAVE, they screamed.

Tonmy woke with a start. Again?

They were in Berry's house, in their sleeping bag on the floor of their future room. Was Berry here? They couldn't kill him too, their parents were all dropping dead around him and it was because of them and- They'd woken up. Maybe each one wasn't even real? These nightmares felt real.

Berry's voice echoed through the house, Tonmy, he called. He appeared in the doorway, cloudy eyes sweeping over Tonmy's form in the sleeping bag. Xey couldn't see them, and they couldn't speak to him and-

All Tonmy could think was how scared they were for what was about to happen.

An axe appeared in the air next to Berry. It drew back, gathering power, and Tonmy reached out just as it swung, cutting cleanly through Berry's neck.

His head went flying, landing in Tonmy's outstretched hands. A substance darker than blood slowly oozed from Berry's neck, staining the bag crumpled around them. The head felt enormously heavy, the weight of Berry making their hands tremble, but they couldn't drop him. What if he splintered just like Izzy? They broke, and started crying. Again.

They felt Berry's face move, and met his eyes, the same dark black they'd always been. No longer glassy- could he see Tonmy? His mouth moved too, into a small soft smile. Berry-

Then his head dissolved. Tonmy watched as Berry turned to ash in their hands, leaving nothing behind but dust particles settling on the blanket. They tried to gather the dust up, move what was left into a small pile, but those particles seemed to leave too until there was a small pile of nothing. Nothing left.

Eyes stared at them. The fox was back, its broken black and white mouth holding an axe coated in darkness.

YOU- If only they had a weapon-

Again, Tonmy woke with a start.

Again, again, again, AGAIN.

They were on the tiled floor of an ancient city. It was empty, but candles lit up a small path. This was where they'd graduated dark apprenticeship. Did they pass out right next to the waystone? Tonmy laughed, hollow and careless. Maybe 3 nightmares ago they could've convinced himself to believe that. Nothing was real. They knew that now. So then-

Popcorn appeared further ahead, standing next to the pool of blood Tonmy had thrown their dark creature into that day. They tried to turn around, to run, knowing that if they went with Popcorn he'd die too, just like everyone else.

Dendi's body, bleeding out in their arms.

Izzy's body, broken into chunks of lifeless rock.

Val's body, blood stained and collapsed.

Berry's head, and his ashes disappearing on the breeze.

But they couldn't. He couldn't even turn around. Tonmy felt themselves being pushed forward, following Popcorn like the obedient dark apprentice they were supposed to be. They think Popcorn would want them to run, if this was real.

At the fountain, Popcorn's eyes were glazed and blank, skirting over Tonmy like there was no-one there. It was all the same. Sorry Popcorn.

Popcorn called for them, again and again, Tonmy, Tonmy? Where did you go? Tonmy began to cry. It was useless.

Their sobs amplified when Popcorn suddenly slipped, falling into the pool of blood, the blue of his hoodie bright against the desaturated pink of the ritual blood. His scream echoed through the depths of the ancient city, gargling and muffled, throat filling with blood as he sunk to the bottom.

He thrashed and flailed in panic and Tonmy started to feel scared that this might actually be real and oh god they'd just killed Popcorn. They reached out and tried to grab one of his floundering hands when the blood itself started to scream. That was normal, it did that when the world was real, and Tonmy's heart sank as Popcorn stilled. This might've been real. Now Popcorn was dead. They had tried to help but he'd been too slow.

Then- the feeling of being watched washed over them. The white fox was here, and now it was laughing at their pain.

They had a weapon this time- had they even remembered to check if their backpack was empty or not? -and swung their scythe out, barely scraping the fox before the world went dark.

Tonmy awoke. In their sleeping bag again. Again..

Was this real?

They were in a forest, at the aptly named Tonmy and Prism Campsite. The tall redwood trees blocked off the sky and the darkness of night felt suffocating. There were no stars to see. A fire crackled just outside of their vision, smoke blowing past him. Something was cooking too, he could smell the taste of sweet meat and a fruity sauce. Mango maybe? It was his favourite. His sleeping bag was warm, and maybe he didn't want to get up. Maybe they didn't want to know if anyone was here or not so no one else would get hurt. But they did anyway. Maybe they'd just come out here with Prism and he didn't remember but Prism had tucked him in to sleep here? And left- there was no sign of him. Tonmy was alone.

Their backpack was empty again, though. And the sign denoting this as their campsite was gone. The pot that was cooking was cold despite being hung over an open flame. So it wasn't real.

Sitting in one of the two nearby chairs, Tonmy began to think. Was this like a nightmare loop? How could they wake themselves up if it was? And if they didn't wake up any time soon would it just keep going? How many more people was he going to get killed before he could get out?

Then a voice. Oh no..

Prism's voice called out to them, explaining that he'd passed out again but he was still here, and, where was Tonmy?

Tonmy stared as Prism rounded the corner of the tree next to the camp, and met their eyes. Prism's eyes looked- fine? They lit up when he saw Tonmy and he came running over, arms open wide.

"Tonmy! You're still here!"

But- but their backpack was empty-

"I'm sorry, I passed out again when I went to get some more toast for breakfast."

That didn't make sense, it was the dead of night-

"Tonmy?" Tonmy blinked and Prism was looking at them, confused and slightly worried. They shook their head and tried to place a sign, expecting to not be able to but... it worked? What was happening?? Was this real?

'But uhhh What were we doing here again?'

'Oh!! Im okay :D'

"Did you forget from sleeping in so much?" Prism teased. Tonmy nodded in agreement. Maybe that's what had happened? They don't know but it'd be fine. It would always be fine.

"We were here to camp again! You wanted to cook a grilled meal like real campers, and sleep here overnight, so that's what we did!" Prism sounded so happy. Tonmy hoped this was real.

'OHHH right, ofc'

'But now what :0?'

Prism laughed. "Breakfast time!"

Oh right, he'd said that already.

"Here's some buttered toast, Tonmy, I tried making mango jam for you, but discovered that isn't an item- which is probably why it took me so long to get back here." Prism laughed awkwardly, placing some toast on a plate in front of Tonmy before sitting across from them.

'OH DJSJSJ'

'Thank you Parent Prism :D'

'Thank you for doing this for me!!!'

"Of course Tonmy!! I'd do anything for you, you know that. Rule 2 and all." Of course..

Tonmy took a bite of the toast. It tasted like nothing, like they hadn't eaten any at all. That's not good. They looked up at Prism, and their eyes are starting to glaze over. No- nononono.

He looked back at Tonmy and smiled, starting to say something but the words don't even make it out of his throat as he starts to cough.

Tonmy jumped up and ran over to Prism, begging, pleading for this to be fine. To be nothing. An unremarkable moment in what should be a good long day. They punch at Prism's back, trying to remember if this is how you help when someone's choking.

Prism went silent. No longer coughing, but as Tonmy turned to look at his face, the sound of glass cracking filled the forest. Sharp and brittle. The split spread from Prism's eye down to his mouth and their face smashed open, spewing blood in a sudden waterfall of deep red.

Tonmy screamed, washed away in the river of blood, their mouth full of the taste of metal.

Prism's body folded into itself, spider webbing cracks spreading from the source on their face to cover his entire form. And then that too split open, sending another even larger wave of blood across the campsite and washing over Tonmy as they tried to get back to Prism.

They'd killed someone else. Again. Had this been real? They don't know and they hope it wasn't and all they can feel now is the rush of blood, ice cold against their skin, and the persistent feeling of being watched-

It was back. Tonmy pulled their scythe out again and hit it, slicing through its black and white body. Watching as the scythe cut but the fox bent with it, like the weapon was cutting through solid rubber and only made it halfway.

Tonmy screamed, again and again and again and-

Awoke.

Again.

This time they were outside Lilou's tower, crumbling just like how they'd seen it last. It was empty, Goodnight was gone, but this place had been empty for awhile now.

But Tonmy couldn't make excuses. This wasn't real, and they picked up their sleeping bag, marching off towards the village. At least they could walk this time- Popcorn's drowning gargles filled their ears -they thought, as they made it over to the townhouse. Lilou was there. Standing outside the front door, staring off into the distance. Oh no.

Sorry Lilou.

They turned around, and their eyes were cloudy and blank. Like all the others. Tonmy watched as Lilou reached forwards and emptied a cage in front of the two of them. A corpse fish. Lilou?

It sank its teeth into Lilou's side, gripping tight to their tiny body before pulling. Lilou sobbed and cried as it began to pull them away, somehow swimming over solid ground. Faster and faster, until it and Lilou were gone.

Oh. Lilou's gone again.

Tonmy wondered if that was how it had happened when Lilou disappeared from the swamp the two of them had lived in. They don't really remember.

Was the fox here now? They couldn't feel its unending stare. Was he finally going to wake up?

They looked down, and saw they were standing on a body, its face to the stone of the path. Tonmy leaped back in surprise, only to land on another body, with the face and clothes of Sunny. Sunny?? Was Sunny dead now too? With all the others?

And there were more bodies. Corpses coated the entire length of the path, all the way to the fountain they'd spent hours struggling over building in the distance. Some had faces, the faces of friends, Luvi, Pip, Glitch, Oz, Dot, Kasper, Goose, Honey, Meeps, Ladel, Angel, Vwoomp... and some didn't have faces, the identifying features of their long dead bodies ripped from them, and more still were face down and unrecognizable in their gore.

Were these all the people they had killed...

Tonmy screamed.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): C!Technoblade

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mention of death

Style: Hcs

Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.

You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.

You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.

“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.

“I’m dying very soon.”

“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.

“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.

You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.

“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.

“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.

“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

“I’d love that.”

You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.

You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.

You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”

You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.

He was gone.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33

[slashingdisneypasta]

💛RE anon, here. I mean, I was gonna just say that names fine, but then I read your whole reply and started vibrating into another dimension and muffling my screams because OK OMG OK jealous Blackie, right?! I had this thought the other day. So, this is, again, entirely your fault because even though Freddy turns up in my dreams with…slightly alarming frequency and I’ve written myself so many self-indulgent things in other fandoms over the years, the Robert parts of my brain have been sadly neglected for some time.

Anyway anyway anyway: you know that part where the creepy sheriff is hitting on Fay just before Blackie pays the bribe and does that cute little “I’d like to strangle him” claw thing? The sheriff is being too familiar with the reader/oc or what have you while Blackie is at the register and clear as day I’ve got the image of him coming over and clapping the sheriff on the shoulder a liiiiiiiiittlle too hard. Laughter just a bit forced. Teeth gritted. Nearly growling. “Now, sheriff…reckon you oughta be a little more RESPECTFUL to my wife.” He does the claw while the sheriff gives an oily apology, she feels a sudden pressure on her hand at the same time, looks down to see a ring. The matching one is on the hand Blackie was resting on the counter. Cue the eyebrow raise but she’ll call him on that, later, if he’s through dancing around it.

But, no, he’s not admitting anything. Not Mr nonchalant “oh, I was having so much fun watching you all run I wished you were here. Iced tea?” It goes about like the “you think I’m gorgeous” scene in Miss Congeniality. You know, one with the candy bar of rejection? Rings disappear. He was just being nice because she was uncomfortable. She’s very annoyed. And kinda hurt.

Post attempted firing squad, when he was clearly keeping her behind him, she gets up the nerve again and with the close call it goes like the second “you think I’m gorgeous scene.” With the smooch.

So, after that possibly unhinged digression…which should probably be a warning that when I have time to turn up I’ve been writing too many headcanons…you may also call me the madly inspired anon, if you like. (PS, feel free to answer this on whichever blog you’d prefer. I’ll definitely be checking both.) And for now, I’ll say goodnight 🙋🏼‍♀️

💛 Madly Inspired Anon!! Thats a beautiful name actually, I'll use that one so long as you like it too! ^^

Y E S Jealous Blackie XDD For my own ideas, I've been on and off considering a fic where reader is another cook or waitress, or maybe a dishwasher or a cleaner, or something at the cafe, and she l i k e s Blackie. Right? And he knows it- she doesn't make any attempt to hide it. She's trying to get him, and he's acting like he's not interested (because, immortal trauma)... b u t, whenever a visitor gets too comfortable with Y/N (And maybe she's liking it- enjoying the attention she's not getting from Blackie) he always swoops in and ruins it for her. And she gets s o f r u s t r a t e d by him she ends up confronting him about it like 'you are acting like my boyfriend but without any of the benefits. if you want me, tell me. if you dont- leave me alone!'. I just cant figure out where that quote comes from though 😅 I know the first part did not come from my head but I cant remember what I scooped it from and I must give credit!!

ANYWAY though- your idea is way better XD And- y e s I know that claw thing XD Here:

I do that myself all the time XD 😂😭 He is my spirit animal.

I'M VIBRATING AT THE IDEA OF BLACKIE GOING FREDDY-EYED (BASICALLY GLOWERING BUT WITH THE POWER OF THE CHARCOAL MAN) AT THE SHERIFF FOR BEING GREASY WITH Y/N AND THEN B R U S H I N G I T O F F, oh my goodness. And, uh, STEPPING IN FRONT OF Y/N DURING THE FIRING SQUAD SCENE!?? OH MY GOODNESS. And Y/N teasing him about it??? Oh my goodness XDD If he doesn't kiss her to make her shut up I'm gonna sue XD

You've given me so much material for before-sleep fictional man fantasies XD

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

nara just smirks. even with jungkook’s hands wrapped around her throat and her airways tightening up, she still smiles because it’s only the beginning. she won’t stop until jungkook gives in, even at the cost of his own sanity and possibly hers. what does she have to lose if she tries? she’s a princess, an heiress.

everything will be fine and he’ll be all hers once again.

when jungkook lets nara go, she drops to her knees and begins gasping for air but suddenly, she erupts into a fit of laughter. “delusional? hahahahaha, you think I’M delusional?! what about you?! because of your delusion, your poor son has grown up thinking his mother is his teacher but poor seol’s mom is dead, right? oh, koo bear~”

“we’re alike you and i. delusional, desperate, and crazy in love. i’ll see you tomorrow and kiss my son goodnight will you?” smirks nara as chaste’s out of jungkook’s apartment and hopefully out of his life forever.

just as nara gets into her maybach she spots you getting out of your sedan and heading into the building she left.

from xxx-xxx-xxxx

if they kiss again that bitch is next

“d-daddy?” sniffles seol. “c-can i get out of m-my room now? ‘wanna s-sleep with you-you, p-p-please?”

~🫧

Jungkook drops to his knees, feeling so defeated because she’s involved his son into this game of hers.

Everything is ruined once again.. but before he can start to cry, he hears his son’s weak, trembling voice and that’s enough to make him stand up and walk over to his five year old.

And his heart breaks when he sees the toddler in front of him, “b-baby…” he chokes out, trying to compose himself, but it’s hard to when he sees seol’s big eyes filled with tears and his nose flushed, dried tear stains… and his wobbling lip.

Jungkooks eyes fill up with tears, he feels like he’s being suffocated right now, his whole world comes crashing down, it’s hard for him to look at his son like this.

“Oh-Oh Seol come here.” Jungkook walks over to his son and Seol immediately hugs his daddy‘s legs.

It feels like Someone just ripped his heart out.

“what’s wrong Bubba?” Jungkook crouches down to his level, embracing the little guy in a hug, but his son doesn’t say anything, “okay baby let’s eat and then we can sleep together, right? You will always have your daddy. I love you so much… more than anything in this world.” Jungkook showers his face in kisses.

In this moment, he feels so alone… they both just have each other… no one else…

“Come on and maybe daddy will give you some ice cream as well, okay? Don’t ever cry like that it hurts daddy….” Jungkook hugs him again.

“that woman isn’t your mom… okay? She’s a very bad woman.”

[clefaiiiry]

I got tagged by @cwahsont for WIP Wednesday so i’ll forcing part of this skyrim fic to meet the light of day

I tag anyone who wants to take part :D

For context, this takes place after the Western Watchtower. The gang is resting up in Whiterun before heading out to Ivarstead in the morning. Avery is my Dragonborn OC and this entire fic is still in it’s first draft so do excuse the roughness of it.

It wasn’t much longer before Khash was yawning and rubbing her eyes, begrudgingly crawling into bed. Her head had barely hit the pillow before she was snoring, curled over on her side.

Avery was just tucking her in when the floorboards outside creaked. She padded over and swung the door open, just catching herself before she walked straight into Kaidan.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hey, urh, just wanted to see how you were holding up.” He was still a wall of a man even without his armour, taking up the entire door frame. 

Avery shrugged. “Doing about as well as can be expected.”

“That’s good.”

The conversation floundered and they both glanced away. She was about to evacuate before she realised he was rubbing his forearm again.

“Are you hurt?”

“Huh?” He followed her gaze and covered the burn with his sleeve. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

Avery pulled his hand away and scowled. “Why didn’t you say anything? Here, I have a salve for it in here somewhere-”

“It’s fine, you really don’t have to-”

“Please, just let me,” she said firmly. Her stare was intense, unwavering.

Kaidan let out a sigh and followed her into the room, sitting on her bed as she rummaged through her bag. “Just so long as this one doesn’t make me poorly,” he laughed. Avery rolled her eyes.

“This isn’t one of mine, so you’ll be okay.”

He flinched slightly at the cold sensation, but let her work.

“I urh,” she began, setting her jaw as she mulled over her words, “I understand if you don’t want to keep this arrangement up. You didn’t agree to dragon slaying.”

Kaidan frowned at her. “Maybe not, but I still owe you.”

Avery met his eyes. “I’m pretty sure we’re definitely even by now.”

“Look, if you want rid of me that bad-”

“No!”

She gripped his arm a tad too tight and Kaidan hissed. She yanked her hand back and muttered an apology. 

“That’s not what I meant. I just- You don’t owe me anymore. I don’t want you to just hang about because you feel like you have to, you know?”

They held each other's gazes for a while longer until Avery coughed awkwardly, her leg bouncing against the floor.

“Can I ask you something?”

He didn’t say anything. She took that as a yes.

“Were you scared?”

“What, of the dragon?”

Avery grimaced, twisting her hands into her shirt. “No, at the- at the prison.”

Kaidan gave a little huff, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. “Fear ain’t a bad thing. Means your survival instinct is intact,” he said.

“So, you were scared?”

Facing down mortality seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence with this travelling troupe, something she was still trying to make sense of in her own head. But she couldn’t even bear thinking of what the Thalmor were capable of, let alone living through it and coming out the other end. Even if she could stomach it, it wouldn’t be her place to ask for the details of such things regardless.

Kaidan finally gave a sigh.

“I was certain I’d die in that place,” he said.

“But you didn’t.”

“Aye, and for that I am in your debt.” A smile twitched across his face. “You’re stuck with me, Dragonborn. How are you gonna kill those buggers without me about?”

Avery scoffed. “Good point.”

He cleared his throat and pushed up his feet. “So, urh, get your rest. Got another long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, right, yeah-”

They both stumbled about each other until Kaidan got back out into the hall. “Thanks for this,” he said, holding up his arm.

“Don’t mention it, we’ll check it in the morning.”

“Yeah, right. Okay.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll um- I’ll be seeing you, then.”

“Yeah! Urh, goodnight!”

He made a hasty retreat down the hall and Avery realised she had been standing on her tiptoes.

[governmentdroneoralienspaceshift]

This is some of my happiest stuff because it’s about my boyfriend!! Who i love so much!! And it’s inspired by Taylor Swift and Father John Misty and the most beautiful and inappropriate song to have a first dance to at a wedding your parents are also attending.

Vows for A Chapel in Vegas #6 (in D for two sex addicts)

My loves used to be like the sunsets, fleeting, it could be beautiful, but it burned so much too quickly, it hurt me. I used to think love was supposed to feel like fireworks, love was meant to be like a blazing fire, I never once stopped to realize how hurt my heart felt as it thumped like a wild bird in it’s cage, thinking it was love if the bird beat itself to death.

It is always something to relish, when one is proven wrong, on so many things,

the satisfaction of knowing I was wrong with this, far outweighs any satisfaction being right about anything else could ever give me.

And I am happy to announce to anyone that would listen, that I was wrong, I felt love,

yet not once do I think I was loved.

You are the sunrise gently kissing me good morning,

and the moon gently kissing me goodnight.

I don’t need a blazing fire, you are a tender chandelier, enough to vanquish darkness, not enough to set my life ablaze. I don’t need fireworks to make my heart thump like a wild bird in its cage, your arms are the strong branches it’s been waiting to lay on for so many years, so it can finally sing.

I realized long ago, I had spent far too much of my life in darkness, barely awake, just enough to get by, and it is in my most strenuous show of labor that I, only myself, bring me back, like a newborn who has to breath for the very first time.

There was light once more, but constant, boring even, enjoyable to spend the days,

yet missing something else entirely.

And now you’re here, to light my sky with a sunrise and a moon, I can look up, and not be blinded, for once I enjoy hoping. I found it lovely, that my happiness isn’t solely meant to be you, but you are the most beautiful aspect of it.

I believed love could only be sought after, and I pulled at my string of fate, thinking those I found along the way were the ones to stay, but love is patient, so they say, and by sitting long enough, the string leads right where it’s supposed to lead, and I land exactly in your arms.

“Our love isn’t a burning fire, it’s a candle in the dark”

Steal the words right of my mouth, get in my mind, be mine. Kiss me goodbye a thousand times only to spend the night, kiss me make me forget my name, kiss me go ahead, ask nothing from me and I’ll watch in awe as you proclaim me to be all you have ever wanted.

I don’t understand, I don’t pretend to know, I have not even the slightest clue how anything works in your mind, despite the seeming notion that we inhabit each other’s heads and think alike.

All you have ever wanted from me is nothing.

And I know you ask none of it, but I would give you everything,

my wild, my children, my wine.

I found no use for rings of gold, I only want your hand in mine even if it’s with paper rings.

I want nothing more from you, than you.

You claim me perfect when I am clearly not, I used to think you insane, only now I realize how much it does mean, that you are unable to see my imperfections as inconveniences, but as something else to love about me. I can only think of how insane I must seem to you, doing the same thing, because perhaps just like me, you don’t realize I see you as perfect, despite knowing the very reality of things, which is that none of us are perfect.

You hate what I hate, and I love what you love.

I never once stopped to think, what happens when two people are so good for each other, it seems as if no flaw big enough could exist.

And you ever so giving, ever so compliant, have let me stay wrapped up in your bed sheets for as long as I want, and against all my rules, I lay there completely bare, and plan on staying forever.

I cannot comprehend the way in which you see me, I like me, I’ve gotten to love me, but it does not seem to hold a candle next to your vision of me. Me, who can be inpatient and unkind, me whose words slash and stab when mad. Me who storms out and breaks down, who refuses help until I’m nothing if not another unrecognizable me.

I used to think I wasn’t your equal like that. I could never be so patient, or loving or kind. But sometimes, I am allowed to see, and I accept, I am more like you than I think, and I see more of me in you and I find myself happy with that. Because I can tell it makes you glad.

Love is patient, so I’ve been told, love is kind, so I’ve been told.

But love can lie, love can hurt, love gets impatient and makes you choose, love is mean and makes you leave. I’ve been all of it, experienced all of it. I was mean and impatient, I was lied to and I was hurt and I chose and made my choices.

My choices lead me to you, blindly following a string I thought I could see, I can only now understand it was always a matter of fate, to the butterfly that flapped its wings to the red dress I wore that night. The heart knows what the head thinks it knows, search parties aren’t needed.

Love is patient, love is kind, love is sacrifice, and you are. You are you are you are.

And you ask for nothing back, and sometimes I feel as if I ask too much, just by asking you to be at my side. There is nothing I want more, than your peace, your happiness.

I’m very afraid I might not be able to provide that, and you selflessly hold me in place,

so I don’t turn into a blazing fire, you hold me so I can be a candle.

But if I get to be that, there’s nothing else I’d want to do with my life.

All other pursuits seem meaningless, next to having a life with you.

I have never asked what you mean to do with your whole life, but I hope it’s not too much, to ask to be in it forever? Or to have just five more minutes, wrapped up in your bed sheets.