#pour one out for the roaches that wont go down wont stay down

[idreamofdango]

@scarecrow-in-a-hatake @whotookmysenbon

im aware this is an insane thing to say but i fucking. love characters that are just cockroaches. and i dont mean like. gross i mean they just do not fucking die. they can survive anything. they will outlive EVERYONE because they just will not die no matter what be it because they have a reason or because they literally cannot stop surviving the odds i love it i love it

[that-strange-vault-lady]

Entry: 005

Date: Tue, 08.20.2277

Holy cow I cant believe that cockroaches can get so big. Sierra told me before I left this morning that if I’m looking for food, the only thing I am going to find around here are bugs. Honestly when she told me I wasn’t too thrilled to think about eating bugs believe me, but when she said that a large portion of even there food comes from bugs I thought I should, well take it more seriously. I mean her and Ronald have lasted long enough to put down roots, so they must know what there talking about. Plus to be honest even now I feel practically starved.

I was wondering around though when I noticed a few roaches roaming around an opened manhole, so it got me thinking, they must have a nest down there. Well tuned out I was right, but the issue is that cockroaches out here get way bigger than the ones we use to get in the vault. Honestly it makes me wonder if there is anything not life threatening on the surface, well if you can count in a sewer as on the surface I guess.

I’m honestly worried about the state of my baseball bat. I already had to get out of my vault suit as it was pouring down with rain on my way back to the cal-de-sac house. The wardrobe had this dress, it’s quite nice if not worn from 200 years of sitting in the dark and cold. But I still feel… naked without my vault suit. It’s not that the vault suits are comfy, to be honest they can be kinda uncomfortable, but, well, you know you get use to it and I guess nothing else feels like me now. I just hope it doesn’t smell once it’s dry.

Oh, oh, oh I forgot to mention me and Mr Patches got the fridge and oven working in this place that's actually how I was able to grill these ugh roaches I got from the sewer. Mr Patches figured out there was a manual in one of the kitchen cupboards. When we took a loot it was simple enough to get them working. Since there is no main lines I hooked them up to a fission battery I found while I was scavenging, now of course it wont last forever but if I can find more batteries then it means I can cook and store anything just like Ronald and Sierra. I have to say that considering the rampant consumerism of pre-war america I am surprised they actually made thing so durable.

On the note of Sierra and Ronald though, well Ronald actually had a lead of where I might be able to find information about dad and sis. He said he knows about two settlements of people that may have seen him, one he advised against going to, a place called evergreen mills. According to Ronald its quite the trading hub and in pretty secure, its not to far away from here, but, well there not so nice to strangers and apparently it’s more of an invite only kind of place.

The other is to the north a ways from Girdershade, big tower I have actually seen on the horizon a couple of times. He didn’t know that much about it, just that the people there are a lot less volatile than those at Evergreen Mills, so he suggested I start there. I don’t know if I should take him at his word and not go to the Mills first despite how close I am, but ether way it means me and Mr Patches are a little closer, isn't that right Mr Patches?……….. *audible silence* ………

*sighs deeply* I know Mr Patches I shouldn’t get ahead of myself, but it’s better than nothing right? It has to be. For now though, this house is my, our new home. Maybe I should move the sofa downstairs in front of the door for the night? Will that be enough to stop people from entering? Maybe I should set up traps like in the comics, maybe, I don’t know how yet but, well if this is going to be our home, well, we should be able to keep people out right?

For now I will just move the couch, maybe then I can get a good night sleep, I didn’t sleep at all last night, as me and Sierra stayed up talking, obviously the conversation continuously kept returning to Nuka-Cola but, you know, it was nice. It reminded me of doing the same with Amata when she came for sleepovers, not because the Nuka-Cola I mean, but just the talking for hours on end. It, does make me just a little home sick though come to think of it... Oh well, I better go et moving that couch

[diamondcamefromhell]

Jaskier x fem!Reader pt.5

IT’S THE FINALE!

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

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

Requests are open  [no smut, everything else goes]

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,993

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe for forever.

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

So far, it hasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don’t rush to tell anything either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But sometimes I can still taste Jaskier’s smile.

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

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

Yet alone together.

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

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

I don’t blame them.

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

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

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

“Hm.” I say, as the room goes black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you from the bottom of my heart

butterflies and kisses,

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