#tbh when i made that i was mostly thinking of being awake and losing track of time

[storm-of-feathers]

haven't been able to get back to sleep 🙃

[peanut-in-the-goal]

Would love to read the longer insecure Leo fic day if you feel like finishing it. If not it’s totally cool no pressure or anything. 🙂 I love your writing and all the o’knutzy feels!

hhhh so I wrote this so long ago tbh I don’t think I’m going to finish it

If someone actually wants me to finish it just send in an ask and I’ll try to but as of right now this is about as good as it’s going to get okay? (it could just be the fact that it’s 2am and I don’t wanna hurt leo rn lol) This is just like a v long wip that serves no real purpose. as also characters belong to @lumosinlove 

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Leo woke up to a cold bed. He sat up, yawning. Blearily he looked around, raising his hands to attempt to rub some of the sleep from his eyes. He leaned over, grabbing his phone from the nightstand, checking for any unread messages from either Logan or Finn. The time read 8:12, far too early for Logan to be awake. Finn, maybe. 

He glanced up, hearing the distinct sound of the toilet flushing before a very tired Logan stumbled out. He laughed, his voice rough with sleep, as Logan came back, falling onto the bed. His hair splayed across his pillow, and his eyes looked up to meet Leo’s.

He raised his arm, grabbing onto Leo’s sleeve, trying to tug him back to bed, lightly. Leo went willingly, curling himself around Logan, who had his head buried in Leo’s chest.

“Mph, stay,” Logan muttered, his eyes already slipping closed, content on sleeping their day away. Leo smiled, placing a soft kiss on the top of Logan’s head. 

“D’accord.” He whispered, they’d find Finn later. It wasn’t unusual for him to go for a run in the morning anyways. Leo laid there, toying with Logan’s hair as he felt him relax completely, soft snores coming from the boy.

He smiled as Logan shifted again, subconsciously pushing himself further into Leo. 

The next time Leo woke up, it was to the front door closing. Logan whined in his sleep, shifting slightly, when the noise woke him. He kept his eyes closed, shuffling closer to Leo and pushing his head further into his pillow. Leo shushes him quietly, waiting for him to go back to sleep. After a moment, he heard Logan’s breath even out again and he sighed in relief. 

He felt someone watching them, looking up, he saw Finn standing in the doorway with a soft smile playing at his lips. Leo beckoned him over, silently telling him to come back to the bed, with a small nod with his head. Finn smiled but shook his head.

 “I’m all sweaty,” he whispered. Which was true, it was evident he had just come back from his morning run. “I’m going to go shower.” He spoke softly, mostly not to wake Logan, and removed his airpods. 

Leo nodded, glancing at the clock, 8:56 am, before burying his face back into Logan’s hair. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Once again, he lets the sleep take over, relaxing them as they waste their day away.

It’s not long before he feels the bed dip behind him, and Finn’s warm body and wet hair lay along his back. His smile lingered on his lips, turning to kiss Finn softly, before finally letting the sleep take over, knowing his two boys were safe, there with him.

Nothing. Honestly, nothing happened. He was fine, the day had gone perfect. He didn’t have practice and got to spend the day sleeping with his boys. He was happy, he was so so happy. 

But why was that familiar dread settling in his chest? Why did he feel like it was wrong, everything he was doing was wrong with that nagging feeling telling him he wasn’t good enough? He shifted, which made Logan stir and look up at him with his wide green eyes blinking up blearily at him.

Leo tried to shush him and get him to go back to sleep, but Logan had seen his sad face, and before he knew it Logan was sitting up, looking at him concerned. 

“Peanut? Vas tu bien?” he asks, searching Leo’s face for something that tells him what’s wrong. Leo opened and closed his mouth, before taking a shaky breath.

“Je vais bien, C’est bon.” He hates the way his voice wavered at the end, cracking slightly. Logan’s eyes softened, taking Leo’s face into his hands.

“Knutty,” he mumbled. He placed a soft kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then both his cheeks before finally landing one on his lips. Leo tried to smile, he really did, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. 

Logan stretched out his arms, letting Leo lean into him as he hugged him close.

This time a small smile actually did ghost Leo’s lips. Logan and Finn always knew how to help him, even if they didn’t use words to communicate. He doesn’t know how long they sat there, with Logan holding him as he tried to ignore the voices in his head nagging at him. Telling him he wasn’t good enough, that he didn’t deserve their love. 

He isn’t even sure when the tears started slipping down his cheeks, but they must have because he felt Logan hugging him tighter. Leo goes to apologize, for being such a mess and for crying. But he can’t even get the words out before he feels a warm weight fall against his back and a pair of strong arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Mph,” Finn mutters, his voice groggy and rough with sleep as he buries his face in Leo’s neck. Leo sniffs, trying to stop his tears before Finn notices. But Finn hears with his head being so close to Leo’s and his head snaps up. He takes in the tear stains on his cheeks and the damp spot on Logan’s shirt.

And it happens so quickly, where Finn has climbed off his back and is sitting in front of him, raking his finger through Leo’s hair.

“Baby?” He asks, not exactly knowing what's going on, but was definitely not expecting to wake up to Leo crying. “What’s wrong, what happened? Are you okay, are you hurt? Did we do something? Are you...” He trailed off, watching Leo shake his head frantically instead of answering his questions.

Finn quietens down, letting Leo get his thoughts into words, to explain what's wrong so Finn can hold him, and take care of him, because he loves him so, so much and it kills him a little more when Leo starts to slip. He’s right there, he's right there, but he seems so far away. It feels like Leo is slipping through his fingers, and Finn is so scared that one day he won’t be able to grasp on and pull him back in.

That he’ll lose the funny and smart man, that he’ll let the depression take over. He’s scared he’ll stop fighting it and he’ll drift. He’ll drift and become a shell, and he can’t count how many times he’s fallen asleep crying into Logan's arms because he doesn’t want to lose him.

He can’t lose him. 

And he barely hears the muttered apology escape from Leo’s lips, and he would have if he weren’t so hyper-aware of everything Leo was doing. Waiting for the hitched breath that showed he couldn’t hold it back anymore, and Finn could pull him into his arms until he cried himself back to sleep, and Logan went to make some tea and order take out.

Because everyone knows that they can’t cook, and they don’t need to add to Leo’s stress by making him help clean it up. He just needs them by his side, ready to help him, to show him the love that brought him together.

And Finn hates that Leo feels this way, that he isn’t good enough. He hates that Leo tries to push them away, that he thinks he’s a burden and a nuisance. They’ve learned the best way to help him over the past few months have caught up to him. 

The recent news of his father's sickness, with playoffs right around the corner. Loops pulling Kasey from the next couple of games for the pulled hamstring. It was too much, it proved too much when it started pushing Leo.

They could see it happening, Leo waking up earlier to hit the gym before practice, staying late after to add in some more training. The need that he had to feel good enough, to feel like he had to prove something because of his age. That broke both Logans and Finn's heart watching him work and work and work. Draining himself, when he couldn’t see how good he really was.

Leo was fidgeting with the duvet on the bed, pulling at the loose, frayed string on the end. He sniffed, once, then twice, before the dam broke. He angrily tried to wipe away at the tears rolling down his cheeks, biting his lip to try and clench the sobs that were bubbling up. But he couldn’t, he was fighting a losing battle and was giving in. 

They acted on instinct, Finn catching Leo as he fell into his chest, the heart wrenching sobs ripping themselves from his throat. Finn embraced him, holding him tightly, never going to be ready to let go. Logan moved to his side, rubbing his back, placing a kiss to his temple and his cheek every few minutes. 

“Désolé, Je suis désolé, I’m sorry,” Leo sobbed. 

He hates being like this, feeling useless, so utterly vulnerable. The way he was falling apart, with too many thoughts rushing through his head. His heart was beating erratically, his breaths uneven and shallow. He grasped onto Finn’s shirt, knuckles turning white as his hands shook with the material in between his fingers. His lips trembled, the oxygen seemingly impossible to get to his lungs.

Finn hugged tighter, whispering in his ear.

“Baby, don’t apologize. Never apologize for this. I just want to be there for you, we both do. Let us be there for you. Knutty, baby, we’d cross oceans for you.” 

Logan nodded in agreement, delivering another kiss into his blonde curls. Leo let it sink it, not exactly believing it, but hoping that maybe, it could be true. 

He fell asleep there, the tears track drying on his cheeks.

That last thing he heard was Logans whispered, “I love you,” before he let the darkness take over.

Leo could feel his breath picking up, the inward panic settling in his chest. He wasn’t sure why this affected him so much. He huffed, wiping at his eyes angrily where he could feel the tears forming. 

“Baby?” He heard the door creak open, Finn’s voice calling over all the voices in his head. He wasn’t sure why it was hitting him so hard right now. He knew he had depression, he had it since he was young. He would scoff at himself when he let it win, feeling utterly useless, and wanting to do better.

He felt like nothing he did was enough. Not enough for him, or his parents, or for Finn and Logan. 

The bed dipped beside him, feeling Finn’s warm hand cupping his cheeks, and turning his face towards him. Finn made a confused noise, whipping at the tears rolling down Leo’s cheeks.

He hadn’t even realized they fell. He just felt so numb.

“I brought you some food,” he said softly, like if he said it any louder it would’ve broken him. And quite honestly, it probably would have. Days like this, it made him feel horrible when Finn and Logan had to bring him food, or water, or do anything for him that he should be able to do himself. 

He gave Finn a wavering smile in return, which slipped off his face as quickly as it appeared. Gosh, why did he feel like such a fuck up? He took the plate from Finn, placing it in front of him on the bed. 

Finn and Logan knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything rich right now. Even then, the toast on the plate seemed absolutely revolting right now, just the thought of food made him nauseous.

[someonefantastic]

They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

I had fun interpreting this prompt :) This was gonna be my longest fic so far but tomorrows fic actually is longer so look forward to that. Anyways yay for making it to double digits! Also this is set ambiguously in s8 cause I love me some established shules. Summary: Shawn and Juliet are having a nice date night, what could go wrong? Warnings: stabbing, blood loss, passing out, some innuendos but nothing too outside of the show also on ao3 (this gets kinda long so it’d be better accessed on ao3 tbh) ___ “So Mr. Spencer,” Juliet started as they exited the restaurant and turned on to the boardwalk, “Where to now?”

Shawn grinned and grabbed her hand, a bounce in his step. “Well Detective O’Hara, I was thinking we’d go back home and pop in a movie. Maybe a little Netflix and chill action hmm?” He waggled his eyebrows.

She threw her head back, her laughter only causing his grin to widen. “You have a one-track mind sometimes.”

“Oh, I always have a one-track mind when it comes to you,” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know, that would be almost romantic if we weren’t just talking about sex.”

He gave a half shrug. “Tomato, cucumber.”

As her laughter subsided, he caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

She gave him a soft smile, “Nothing. I just like looking.”

Even after almost three years of dating, his cheeks still flushed at the compliment. “Thanks. I like your face too.”

“Thanks, Shawn.”

“Anytime babe.”

It was a beautiful night. A warm, salty breeze came off of the ocean, turning the sticky humidity of the day into a gentle glow. Music faded in and out, as they passed restaurants and clubs, a chaotic symphony of noise. Waves crashed in the distance and the wooden slats creaked beneath their feet.

Shawn tugged on her hand, leading her towards the parking lot. Underneath a streetlight sat her green VW beetle, the interior illuminated. A tall man, clad in jeans and a hoodie stood by the front door, patting his pockets with fervor.

They exchanged looks.

“Is he trying to steal my car?” Juliet whispered, eyes darting from him to the guy.

He shook his head, “I doubt it. He doesn’t seem like the type. Look at him, he seems like he’s looking for his keys. Probably got your car mistaken for his own.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You think he drives a green beetle?”

“Gus drives a blue echo.”

Pursing her lips, she bopped her head from side to side. “You’ve got a point.”

He turned his attention to the man who was still frantically searching his pockets. “Hey man, lost your keys?”

The guy jumped, whirling around, his eyes wide. Actually, he was more like a boy, had to be in his early twenties at least.

“Uh, yeah. I can’t seem to figure out where I put them.” His voice wobbled as he spoke.

He shifted his feet and Shawn noticed something glint in the corner of his sweatshirt pocket. Subtly, he took a small step forward, making sure he was closer to the guy than Juliet.

“Dang man, I hate when that happens. I lose everything. Last week I lost half a ham sandwich in my best friend’s desk. Boy was he not happy about that.” He chuckled.

The guy didn’t laugh, his eyes darting around the parking lot.

“Well anyway, I think I know one problem here.” The man’s eyes snapped to his face. “This isn’t your car.”

Shawn saw the muscles in his arms tense before he moved. His hand shifted inside his pocket, eyes wild and scared.

There was no time, he had to protect Jules.

The second he stepped in front of her, it seemed like the whole world slowed down. He saw the guy pull out a knife, the streetlights glinting off of the patches of metal that weren’t rusted. He watched as the knife was jabbed into his stomach, cutting through his grey button-up shirt and piercing his skin.

His vision blurred, a dull ringing beginning to creep into his ears. He was frozen, unable to move or speak in a mix of shock and something he couldn’t quite place. All he could do was watch as the guy moved towards Juliet. And as much as he wanted to tackle the guy or do something to protect her, he knew she could take care of herself.

His point was made as the assailant was met with a swift punch to the nose. That was his Jules.

Clutching his bruised, if not broken, appendage in his hand, she took advantage of the situation. Pulling up her dress’ skirt- if he was in his right mind he may have commented on that being incredibly sexy- and unholstering her gun.

“SBPD. Drop the knife.” Her voice was even and her eyes icy.

Blood was now running down the guy’s hand and his eyes were unfocused but he complied. The knife clattered to the ground. Not wasting any time she shoved him up against the side of the car, detaching handcuffs from her other thigh and clasping them around his wrists. At this point in their relationship, Shawn wasn’t even surprised that she had brought handcuffs on their date night, though he was a little disappointed that they weren’t going to be used on him.

Eventually- he couldn’t be sure when Juliet in cop mode was very distracting (also the knife wound but mostly Juliet)- he had wound up on the ground, leaning heavily against the rear tire. The area under his hand was wet and he could feel his heartbeat through his stomach. That wasn’t normal.

He heard the car door slam and Juliet knelt next to him, her eyes wide, breathing heavily.

“I called for backup, they should be here in ten.” She gingerly picked up his hand, gasping as she inspected the wound. “Shawn you’re losing a lot of blood.”

“Oh is that why I feel so lightheaded?”

“Might’ve hit an artery. Gosh, I hope not.” She muttered more to herself. Gripping the bottom of her light blue sundress, she tore the fabric.

His words were starting to slur together, but he couldn’t resist making a joke. “Wow Jules as much as I enjoy you undressing, I don’t think now is the time.”

Shaking her head, she wrapped one arm around his back and gently eased him away from her car and to the ground. “You’re losing too much blood, I gotta try to stop it somehow.”

As much as he’d usually love her touch, this time he wasn’t a fan. He bit back a scream, the pressure on the cut sending fire throughout his stomach. Her face twisted into a mix of sympathy and concern and she grabbed one of his hands.

Raising their joined hands, she pressed her lips against the back of his. “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“So much for Netflix and chill.” He chuckled weakly.

He watched her apply pressure to the wound for some time. Even given their undesired circumstances, she was still beautiful. Her hair was down, it’s length and style reminding him of the time when she went undercover at a sorority house. He had been so enamored with her. Her quick wit, her sharp investigative skills, her empathy, the way she always kept him guessing, not to mention those great outfits. If someone had told him then, that he’d wind up in a committed relationship with her, even considering marriage, he would have simply laughed and told them to stop messing with him.

But even then he had been in love with her, though he didn’t realize it until much much later and admitted it later still. He loved her. Simple as that.

His vision blurred and his eyelids felt so heavy. It was getting harder to pay attention now. He was shaking, feeling so cold and yet sweating all the same. All he could feel was the pain. He didn’t want to close his eyes, to lose the vision before him, but he didn’t want to stay awake either. Maybe if he just slept for a bit, he’d have lovely dreams of Jules.

She felt his hand go limp. Whipping her head around, she watched helplessly as his eyes slid closed.

“No, no, no... Shawn!” Letting go of his hand, she gently patted the side of his face. His skin was cold. “Shawn, I need you to stay awake.”

When he didn’t respond she swore loudly. Of course, he passed out. He was losing blood- a lot of it.

Picking up her hand, she cursed again at the sight of crimson soaking through her torn dress fabric. Without hesitation, she tore again at her dress, replacing the bloody scrap with a fresh one. Applying even more pressure, she watched his face, looking for any response. She was met with none.

His skin was pale, an odd contrast to the dark stubble around his cheeks. Breathing too shallow for her liking but she could only focus on one thing at a time. Right now stopping- or at least slowing- the bleeding was the priority.

She ran a hand through her hair and then down her face. He couldn’t die. She wouldn’t let him. They still had their whole lives in front of them. Sure it had only been a few months since they got back together but marriage talks were already becoming more and more frequent. Late one night, he told her that their breakup had shown him that he didn’t want to live life without her. She had nearly proposed to him on the spot. But they were still getting back in their groove and engagement was a big step. She wanted him- both of them- to be absolutely sure about their decision before taking that step. Now she just hoped they’d make it that far.

“Shawn Spencer, if we get out of this, I’m gonna kiss you for all you’re worth. Or kill you. I haven’t decided yet.”

Hunched over him, her hair fell around her like a curtain. Brushing it behind her ear she slightly scolded herself for not wearing it up today. Curse Shawn and his love for her hair being down.

She tore again at her dress, scowling at the now mid-thigh length. If he kept bleeding like that, he’d get his wish about seeing her undressed.

As if sensing an opportunity to make a joke, he stirred. His eyes flickered open. Unfocused but still open.

“Shawn,” She gasped, feeling tears start to pool in her eyes. In the distance, sirens blared. There was hope for them yet.

The corner of his mouth turned upwards. Hand reaching out, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

Later at the hospital, she would look in the mirror and laugh, much to the disturbed looks of the people around her. Leave it to Shawn to compliment her while her dress is half torn and her face is streaked with blood. Boy did she love him.

She'd tell him such as soon as he woke up.

[thegoodthebadthesickly]

Jaskier- Dehydration

Request: Dehydration

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix)

Requested by: Who even knows at this point? You think I keep accurate records?

TBH I've been looking for an excuse to write about my current hyper fixation, so...

Warnings: Language

@badthingshappenbingo​

Stars are complete, Swirls are requests

Jaskier plodded through the forest with the enthusiasm of a child that had just been told it was time to come in from their daily playtime. He licked at his lips, but they were as dry as his mouth. He'd lost track of how long they'd been walking through the same forest, a fortnight, maybe? It'd been at least half that since he and Geralt had come across any kind of suitable water source, and their water skin had run dry three days ago. Jaskier made a face at a plump, green tree as they walked past, mentally shaming it for having the nerve to look so hydrated.

"Jaskier, keep up." Geralt ground out, not bothering to turn around. "The last thing I need is having to save your arse from something in this forest."

Despite the fatigue that had pushed it's way into his bones, Jaskier tried to quicken his step to match Geralt's. The forest looked innocent, if not for it's taunting hydration. Jaskier scarcely longed to know what lurked in the tall limbs of the trees.

"Geralt, can you-" Jaskier took a deep, hitching breath, his lungs protesting at the feeling. "Can you, perhaps, use those amazing Witcher skills of yours to find us some drinking water?" Yes, he was so thirsty it was maddening, but a stream, hell, he'd even take a trickle at this point, would provide a chance to sit and clear his sleep muddled thoughts.

"Jaskier, I've already told you that you will know about a stream as soon as I-" Geralt paused, putting a hand up to signal silence.

"I hear a stream a few miles northeast of here." Geralt huffed, putting his hand down and resuming his quick, loping walk.

"How- nevermind." Jaskier put up his hands in surrender, learning long ago not to question the senses of his Witcher. "Exactly how far is 'a few miles?'" Jaskier asked, knowing that his perception of distance was decidedly less intense than the Witcher's.

"Maybe five." Geralt grunted.

"Maybe? You've gone soft in old age, Geralt." Jaskier wheezed a laugh, his lungs still refusing to cooperate.

"It's actually six, but I wanted to give you a little hope." Geralt smirked, yellow eyes cutting in Jaskier's direction.

"Shove off!" Jaskier pouted, resigning himself to tired silence.

Comfortable silence fell over the duo as they walked on. The only sound being Roach's occasional soft snorts.

"How much-" Jaskier tried to clear his throat. "How much longer?" He asked, swallowing against the raspiness of his voice.

Geralt only grunted.

Jaskier rolled his eyes.

Jaskier could only just see dusk start to fall through the thick foliage above him. That's when things got strange.

Lights danced in the corner of Jaskier's eyes, but when he tried to see them head on, they dissapeared. Soon enough, little black dots began to accompany the lights with flitting in and out of Jaskier's vision. Remembering what Geralt had said about things in the forest, Jaskier quickened his pace to match Geralt's, a feat that was not kind to his lungs or heart.

After only a moment of keeping pace with Geralt, Jaskier pulled back, and then stopped all together. Bending over, he put his hands on his knees in an effort to catch his breath and still his rapidly beating heart. The lights were getting closer, the black dots were getting bigger. Fae.

"Geralt, Ger-" Jaskier ran to get in front of Geralt, losing his breath. His heart was at a steady gallop now. "Fae. we've been followed by fae. They thought they could trick us, but I see them. I see they're lights when they think I'm not looking."

Geralt, having learned, on some level, to trust his frie-travel companion long ago, scanned the area for any signs of fae. Fae were nasty creatures, willing to give you anything, but in return, they could take anything. There was nothing. Not a single spark in the darkened forest. Geralt turned 360 degrees just to be sure, but he saw nothing, nor heard the tell-tale twitter of the fae.

"Jaskier, your eyes play tricks. There are no fae in this part of the forest." Geralt explained, surveying his companion. Jaskier's face was wan and his eyes were bloodshot and sunken. "You're tired. We will hike to the stream and make camp for the night." Geralt pushed past Jaskier gently and continued walking.

Jaskier looked around wildly, the starbursts still dancing at the edge of his vision. Geralt was messing with him, he wanted Jaskier to be taken by the fae, be rid of him finally. He'd never wanted a travelling companion. Jaskier shivered, although he remembered it being a warm day before night fell.

"Just going to let me turn my back on the fae? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Finally rid of me, and you didn't even have to make it look like an accident." Jaskier spat, feeling dizzy. Had Geralt drugged him?

"Did-did you drug me?" Jaskier asked, his words slurring together.

"What the hell are you on about?" Geralt turned back around to face Jaskier, but the bard was indeed swaying on the spot.

"No, I didn't drug you. Did you eat anything? Any berries or leaves?" Geralt turned and walked back toward Jaskier, steadying him with a strong hand on his shoulder.

"N-no. Jus' tired. Thirsty." Jaskier batted his eyelashes, looking ready to fall over.

Geralt put a hand to Jaskier's forehead. It was bone dry, but burning to the touch. In fact, Jaskier's entire body was dry, which was odd for both the heat of the forest and the odd fever.

Jaskier looked up at Geralt through what he now saw as dangerously fevered eyes. Geralt needed to get the fever down, but the only supplies readily available were his potions he used for battles, and those were much too potent for any mortal man.

"Get on Roach." Geralt said gruffly, more putting Jaskier into the saddle than waiting for him to climb up.

Jaskier only hummed in response, looking like he'd fallen asleep standing up.

"Jaskier," Geralt grunted, not certain it was a good idea for the bard to sleep just now, "stay awake. Please." He added that last part as a near whisper.

Everything was coming in muddy flashes now, but Jaskier was certain he'd felt himself being lifted. Was he sitting on Roach? Geralt scarcely let him touch the creature, much less ride her. Jaskier was also fairly certain he'd heard Geralt say "please", which was slightly less fathomable than Geralt letting him ride Roach. Feeling something, someone, press up against his back, Jaskier let himself drift.

His dreams were odd, mostly just colors and shapes and Geralt's face creased with worry floating in and out of Jaskier's vision every so often. Then, there was the distinct taste of magic, like someone had been burning wood nearby.

When Jaskier woke, it was to someone holding something cool to his lips. He opened his eyes to see Yennefer's form kneeling over him. "Shh" She hummed. Jaskier just managed to catch Geralt's white mane behind her, his form muddled by the bright sunlight. Then, he was off again.

When Jaskier woke next- for good this time, he hoped- everything felt much more solid, including the feeling that he'd been trampled by Roach.

"Ugh" Jaskier groaned, his voice a hoarse croak.

"Jaskier?" Two voices asked. Geralt and Yennefer. Yennefer? That hadn't been a dream?

Yennefer knelt down beside Jaskier, her long hair tickling the tip of his nose. She opened her mouth to speak, but Geralt beat her to the punch.

"How are you feeling?" Geralt grunted, looking oddly uncomfortable and out of his element as he stood behind Yennefer.

"Like I was trampled by Roach."

"That's to be expected," Yennefer spoke up, cutting Geralt off. "I used magic to heal you and with magic, there's always some kind of give and take. It seems the trade off was your strength. Temporarily." Yennefer added the last part as Jaskier balked.

"What happened?" Jaskier pushed up on his elbow and looked past Yennefer to Geralt.

"Simple dehydration. Your body overheated, resulting in a delirium and fever." Geralt explained, still looking like a child who'd been given a chiding.

"Simple dehydration, Geralt? Really?" Yennefer asked in disbelief. "What your Witcher is trying to say, is that he doesn't understand how human body's work and forgot that you might need a sip of water every few days to continue breathing." She rolled her eyes, helping Jaskier to sit up all the way and handing him a cup (where had the cup come from? Jaskier wondered. Magic?) of cool water.

"Small sips, your stomach still tender." Yennefer instructed softly.

"How did you get here?" Jaskier looked at Yennefer quizzically.

"I have my ways." She said mystically.

"I called to her. Magic." Geralt explained simply.

"Must you always spoil my fun." Yennefer pouted, standing up. "Well boys, it's been fun, but I've really got to be going, there's a gentleman in Essoros that will be getting quite worried about a, erm, perky problem right about now. You better be glad I have a vested interest in both of you living. I was in the middle of something very important when you called." Yennefer smiled, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. She created a portal and was about to step through when she stopped and looked back at the two men over her shoulder.

"Do try to remember that it is dangerous for mortals to have an erection for more than four hours, Geralt. Don't need you calling on me just because your bard's little lute is rotting off from blood loss." Yennefer added cheerily, stepping through the portal.

The portal closed with a hiss, leaving a heavy silence between the two blushing men. Did Yennefer have spies? Jaskier looked around, feeling nonexistent eyes on his back.

"Do you, um, do you need anything?" Geralt asked uncomfortably.

"As a matter of fact, yes." Jaskier crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly overly aware he'd been stripped down to his undershirt and pants at some point. "Why are you acting so odd?"

"I'm not." Geralt grunted, shifting from foot to foot.

"You are. You look nervous, like you think I'll break if you come too close." Jaskier huffed a laugh, putting down his cup of water and pushing himself to sit up straight, the muscles in his stomach and arms burned with the effort. Stupid give and take, he thought.

"Well, won't you?" Geralt asked.

"Geralt, what's wrong? Seriously, talk to me." Jaskier lightened his tone, looking at his-the Witcher with soft eyes.

"You're so, so courageous so much of the time that I sometimes forget." Geralt sat down beside the bard, gently pushing the cup of water back into his hand. "Drink." He said softly.

Jaskier did as he was told, shocked at how gentle Geralt was acting.

"Forget what?"

"I forget that you're not like me. You're human. You're fragile. Frankly, it's terrifying." Geralt huffed, looking off into the distance.

"I'm not 'fragile'." Jaskier countered.

"Yes, you are. Almost anything could bring your death. A mild illness, dehydration, lack of food, too much food, the wrong food, weather that's too cold or too hot-" Geralt could have gone on and on, but Jaskier cut him off.

"Geralt, look at me, I'm alright."

"This time."

"Geralt, listen to me, humans spend our entire lives being fragile. I reckon a dragon is fragile by your standards." Jaskier laughed, putting a hand on Geralt's bicep.

"Some species of dragon actually are quite fragile."

"The point is," Jaskier rolled his eyes, "I'm always going to be fragile, but that will never stop me from singing your praises to each town we cross through. I will always be right there by your side." Jaskier promised.

"Are you sure?" Geralt grumbled, a smile playing at his lips.

"Now that's just rude!" Jaskier gasped, fighting his own smile.

Banter between the two floated into the air. In the end, Geralt was the one to insist that they stay an extra day for Jaskier to gain some strength back, despite the latter's half-hearted attempts to get back on the road.

In the future, if Geralt took a little more interest when Jaskier said he was tired or hungry or thirsty, he would just say that it seemed to be a good time for a  break, but Jaskier would swear he could hear Geralt mumbled something about remembering that his bard was fragile and had limits.

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

The Good Life: Chapter 9

Hello, my lovelies!This chapter is late because I lost track of time and didn’t realize that I hadn’t edited it and queued it to post on Friday or Saturday like I intended to do, so sorry about that! I’m trying to be better about posting, I really am, but I’m also a mess of a human being and am not as bad about it as I could be or as I have been before (insert references to my forgotten WIPs that I doubt I’ll ever pick up again)!

Need to get caught up? The Good Life: Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4 , Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8

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The Good Life: Chapter 9

Rae dug through her purse, trying to use the light from her cell phone to find her keys as she stood outside the front door of her apartment.

“Fucking finally,” Rae huffed as she found the keychain that her apartment key was attached to, “we have got to get the bloody light out her repaired!”

It was much later than Rae had anticipated coming home, so as she unlocked the door and placed her keys back into her purse, she tried to open the door as quietly as she possibly could. She had barely made it into the apartment and relocked the front door behind her when she heard the distinct sound of a door opening and the dull thud of bare feet against the floor of the dimly lit hallway.

“I’m so sorry I woke you,” Rae apologized when Finn came into view of the kitchen as she was getting herself a glass of water.

“S’fine. I wasn’t sleeping,” Finn muttered as he walked to stand on the opposite side of the long kitchen counter from Rae, “Are you just getting home from work now?”

“Oh, uh, no. I did work my late afternoon shift today, but afterwards I had made plans to meet someone for drinks.”

“Oh! Alright,” Finn nodded as he brought his thumb up to his mouth to nibble at a slightly uneven edge of his nail, “I wasn’t sure where you were, but I also didn’t want to come across as being super clingy and paranoid by calling or texting you.”

“Did you stay awake just to make sure I got home safe?” Rae asked when she looked down and noticed that Finn was already wearing comfortable clothing and was stifling yet another yawn.

Instead of replying, Finn simply shrugged and followed Rae as she walked from their kitchen into the living room and took a seat on the couch. Finn sat down on the couch next to her and gestured for her to rest her feet on his lap, the position they ended up in more often than not when they sat on the couch together.

“Did you just go get drinks with a coworker after you both got out of work, or…?” Finn asked as casually as he could.

“Uh, no...”

“Was it, like, a date or something?” Finn asked when Rae didn’t elaborate further.

“Sort of,” Rae mumbled, “This guy I met at the party last weekend crossed paths with me on campus and he asked me to meet him for drinks today. I think you might know him, actually. He’s Chop’s mate, Blue.”

“You went on a date with Blue?” Finn questioned, making no attempt to disguise his tone of voice.

“Well, it was just a drink or two, but yeah I suppose.” Rae replied with a dismissive shrug.

“Huh, wouldn’t have expected that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Finn?”

“He just doesn’t seem like your type, I guess.”

“And what exactly is my type, since you seem to know so much about who I do and don’t like,” Rae asked with her eyebrows raised as she looked beside her on the couch, waiting for Finn to make eye contact with her.

“I dunno, but not Blue.” He muttered, looking up only briefly.

“Why not? He’s a nice guy,” Rae began.

“Oh, yeah! He’s definitely nice, he’s just really...well, he’s sort of…dim-witted.”

“Well, that’s one way to put it, yes,” Rae replied with a chuckle.

“Did you at least have a good time with Blue?”

“Yeah I had a really good time,” Rae replied before looking over at Finn, “but there likely won’t be a second date, since I know that’s the real question you were asking.”

Finn chuckled sheepishly ad began idly pulling on a loose string that was hanging off of the cuff of Rae’s jeans.

“Do you wish the date had gone better?”

“Not necessarily. I mostly just said yes because he asked and I thought that I had nothing left to lose. Worst case scenario, I go to a pub and have a drink or two with some shit guy and then come back home and tell you all about how shit it was. I had a good time and I liked talking to him, but I think we both are happy with just keeping it friendly and platonic.”

“That’s alright then, I guess.”

“I think so too. Chloe, Arch, and some of my coworkers have been on my ass about ‘getting out there’ and dating more, but I’m not too concerned about it. I like where I’m at now. Things are comfortable now, you know?” Rae replied with a wiggle of her feet that were still resting across Finn’s lap.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Finn muttered, “We never talked about that before we moved in together, dating, I mean.”

“What?”

“Oh! I mean, uh, like if one of us is dating and gets into a relationship or whatever. We never talked about each of our rules about bringing people over or inviting dates into the apartment or whatnot.”

“I guess it never really occurred to me. I’m alright with you bringing home dates, just let me know first or let me know if you’d prefer that I not be in the apartment while she’s over or whatever,”

“Cool. Um, same, I guess. But I doubt you’d have to worry about me bringing any girls home. I haven’t been dating much recently either, much to Archie and the gang’s chagrin.”

“They just love to meddle in everyone else’s business. I think I’d be more surprised if they didn’t try to dictate my love life, honestly.”

“Yeah, you think that by now I’d be used to it, but apparently not!” Finn agreed with a laugh.

Finn and Rae sat quietly on the couch together for a few minutes before Rae could hear Finn struggling to stifle a yawn.

“Alright, Finnley, it’s way past your bedtime! I’m tired, I know that you’re tired and have to be awake early for work, and I need all the beauty sleep that I can get, so I think it’d be best if we both try to get some sleep now.”

“Yeah, you might be right,” Finn began before finally giving in to the yawn that he’d been trying to avoid, “I had a long day at work and have been looking forward to going to bed since I got home this evening, but I didn’t want to fall asleep and miss a call or text from you, since I wasn’t sure why you were running late. I was too busy worrying about ya to fall asleep.”

Rae looked over at Finn as she lifted her legs off of his lap and allowed him to stand up, smirking when she realized that Finn was likely unaware of what he’d just said out loud in his state of exhaustion.

“All the more reason for you to get in bed now then,” Rae said as she placed her hands on Finn’s shoulders from behind and steered him to walk down the hallway towards the open door of his bedroom.

“Good night, Rae!” Finn mumbled as he leaned to give Rae a light peck on her cheek before walking into his room and laying down face-first on his unmade bed.

“Sweet dreams, Finnley,” Rae said softly as she turned off his bedroom light and closed his door behind her as she walked to her own bedroom.

A/N: So I have the next few chapters all mapped out and I’m excited about them, but I wasn’t sure how long I was going to drag out the whole Rae-goes-on-dates-with-Not-Finn plot line or if I wanted to make Finn get jealous (trick question, yes I do. Jealous Finn is attractive af) and I’m still not sure tbh. Could this be the last we hear of Blue? Will Rae keep going on dates but with other people and will Finn be jealous about it? I guess we’ll all just have to stick around and keep reading to see what happens!

As always, thank you to everyone who read/liked/replied to/reblogged the last chapter, seeing those little notifications never fail to make my entire day! Until next time: Stay awesome, my friends!

[emmavcnity-old]

itsa me, bee, at it again !! 

✧ ░ .·° VICTORIA MOROLES┋have you met EMMA VANITY ? she reminds me of leather jackets ( worn for function, not fashion ), the drum of relentless rain, unflinching eye contact, dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, muscles burning after a workout, a firm handshake, being the only one awake at a sleepover, nails trimmed short, combat boots, washing off makeup at the end of the day, the way the world looks lit by lightning, black coffee, gasping for air as you resurface from underwater, calloused palms, fog on the lake in the early morning. a sixteen year old sixth year slytherin, the highflier is known to be frank, self-reliant & ambitious, yet intransigent, cynical & private. that explains why her patronus is a hawk. rumour has it, emma is siding with the neutrals in the war that burns just beyond the horizon —— makes sense since her six-word story is second place was never good enough.

pinterest !!

emma’s parents were never in love, and never pretended to be. they were business partners, if anything, with emma their protegee. both slytherins, opportunistic to the core, they married for money and social gain, and had emma to carry on the family name

they had hoped she would be a boy, as most pureblood parents do, but emma had other plans. they were going to try again for a boy, but there were complications during emma’s birth and it was ultimately too risky to have another child. so they settled.

as such, emma’s house was always a cold one, and the words “i love you” were rarely said, and when her parents did say “i love you”, it was always perfunctory, as if checking off a box on the good parenting checklist

mostly because of this, emma really isn’t a big touchy feely kind of person & doesn’t really believe in love. she’s businesslike and straightforward, both traits she inherited from her parents. she learned from a young age how to be by herself, and she is still a loner for the most part, and very private

i couldn’t find it but she’s that one gifset from brooklyn nine nine that’s like “so rosa tell me about your family” “… i have one”

she’s extremely competitive but she’s a good sport. she doesn’t cheat or play dirty, and if she’s losing a quidditch match or getting worse grades than someone else she just pushes herself harder. super self critical, doesn’t forgive herself for mistakes, always believes she can do better

if you’re good at what you do, she respects that

no bullshit with emma. she says what she thinks and she means what she says, which has kind of earned her as a reputation of a bitch since she isn’t always the most gentle

an absolute quidditch Madman !!! there is nothing in the world she loves more than quidditch, pushes her team super hard. she has a reputation for being a hardass

she has a track record of being very single & always says she’s married to quidditch -- the one or two relationships she might have been in probably weren’t initiated by her and probably haven’t been the best. displaying emotion?? emma doesnt know her would love a connection like this tho.. male or female

she doesn’t get angry very easily but when she does.. Oh Boy!! better watch out bc when she get mad she gets MAD. she’s normally not a very talkative person so she is the queen of the silent treatment. can hold a grudge for years

when it comes to blood purity and all that she doesn’t really care tbh. if she likes u she likes u, if she doesn’t like u then she doesn’t like u. that doesn’t mean she’s gonna go around shooting off her mouth about muggle rights though

she knows her parents are going to set her up in an arranged marriage another wanted connection but honestly since she’s never expected anything different and doesn’t really believe in true love she’s not too bothered by it. like she isn’t hyped cause she doesn’t like people up in her business but she’s kind of very “oh well” about the whole business

stubborn as fuck…. once she’s made up her mind abt something there’s a 99% chance she’s not changing her opinion

Hella Fuckin Gay 

hardcore feminist !! very girl power

anyway pls plot with my baby !!! i promise she doesn’t bite usually