#yeah sorry i knew my cat would die when i was away when she got in my suitcase and looked at me. like i can help it

[vriendenboekjes]

i really do think not everything in this world can be explained away by science. such as my prophetic dreams and moments of clairvoyance. but unfortunately it makes me sound insane

[misguidedasgardian]

Wild Cats (Part II)

II. On the road

MASTERLIST

Summary: You face your first challenges with your new “team”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (slowburn)

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, this chapter is particularly hard, if you had seen the series you know what’s coming, THREATS of SA to a minor and to an adult, shooting people, murder, throwing axes, blood, RIck munchin on someone’s throat 

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: As always, I will not describe the reader, the only description about her is that she is not from the US, I don't specify where she is from either. My Walt Disney complex is attacking me again because -again- my reader won’t have any family or parents with her (or that were with her and she saw die), I believe this will give her some sort of “freedom” and the sense that even if she saw “Death” up close and personal, and horrible things she still doesn’t have that cruelty and trauma of witnessing family get killed in front of her.

You started walking, walking, walking. You still had a few hours of light to find another place to camp out, far away from the group that stormed the house. Just across that group of houses, you encountered tracks, train tracks, and you started walking along them.

You spend the night on an old train station, those small ones in the middle of nowhere, you took shifts to keep an eye on things.

Rick wouldn’t let you out of his sight

And you tried to stay calm, he didn't know you, so you did what was expected of you, kept watch like you had done for the last months, helped to make food and snacks. You didn’t dare to ask much, so the silences between you were a bit uncomfortable.

You were super curious about them, but again, they didn’t trust you, and why should they? so you’d think 

It was the third night with them, you were on the roof when Rick joined you

“Don’t take this the wrong way”, he started in whispers, “but you don’t strike me as the kind of person who would last this long, out here, alone”, he said in a friendly tone, you look back at him, amused

“Well, looks can be deceiving”, you muttered

“Have you received military training or something?”, this was a nice change

“No, not really, I lived on a farm, we hunted and that sort of stuff”, you said lightly, he looked at you and nodded, “Maybe I watched too many action movies, those were my favorites”, you said, with fond memories in your mind, “you were a policeman, right?”

“How did you know?”, he asked, surprised 

“When I looked at you for the very first time I had this immediate feeling of shame, like I was doing something wrong, so…”, he laughed a bit, “I knew”

“Yeah, we evoked that on people”, he said lightly, “I’m sorry you got stranded here, on foreign lands”, you nodded

“Thank you”, you said after a long breath, “I probably won’t ever see my family again and… it's hard to face that reality”

“Where are they?”, he asked

“My family lives in a really small town, and an hour away, they have a farm”, you said lowly, “a farm on a freaking island”, your felt his surprised gaze on you, “I’m sure my brother got them out, my parents, he has big trucks, and he knows how to hunt, he has guns, he knows how to fish, they have cattle…he began farming a bit ago”, you said with a breath of relief, “they are in the best possible place, and I…”

“In one of the worst”, he whispered

“I just really hope they can mourn me”, you whispered, “that they can be at peace with me gone, not knowing what happened to me, and I really… because you are right, everyday I wonder how I got so lucky so survive this long, so I feel like I’m living on borrowed time”

“You can’t think like that if you want to survive”, muttered Rick, “you need to fight for it, every single day”, you nodded. You heard moans and grumbles. There was a full moon today, and clear sky so you saw the fucker coming out of the woods, limping towards the structure you were in, reaching towards you with with its putrid hands. You grabbed your gun with your silencer and shot him straight in the head, quieting him once and for all, and dropping him

You both sighed, as you kept listening to the quiet night. 

You let out a strangled whimper. Your family had wanted you to stay home, but you wanted to do this fancy masters degree.

“Have you… lost people too?”, you asked him

“My wife, my best friend, my…”, he choked so you only nodded

“I’m very sorry”, you mumbled, he nodded

“We were a big group, I’m hoping I can still find some of them”

“I’m sure they are out there somewhere”, you said with a hint of hope, if the rest of them were like Rick, Michonne and Carl, you really believed that the more the merrier, this could really be something. But still, you didn’t want to get too attached in case things went south 

The next day also found you walking together, Michonne and Carl played at “who could walk longer on the tracks”, and it was quite entertaining to watch, even though Rick wanted to speed things along. They still haven’t told you the next steps. But you were following the tracks hoping they’ll lead you to somewhere.

You have seen posters and maps of some sort of sanctuary, called terminus, if they ask you? it didn’t sound quite right, the maps seemed old and maybe they were, maybe it got overrun, but Rick and Michonne still wanted to check it out

This time, when the sun fell and the night came over you, they just wanted to sleep on the open road. You found a car that was in a pretty good state, so Carl took preference, and locked himself in to sleep for a bit. 

You were super scared to be alone in the woods at night, but you didn’t want to say that outloud, so you just grabbed the smallest and softest of flashlights and dived into the woods, it was the call of nature, nothing you could do.

The good part about “walkers” is that they groaned and moaned, so they were easy to spot, especially at night, so you weren’t concerned. Although, you did know that sometimes they entered this “sleep” state, only awakened when a human was near, so you had to be careful about that as well.

After you had done your business, you decided to make a round, all around where Michonne and Rick were talking and Carl was sleeping, maybe it was customary for you at this point, being awake at night. An instinct pulling you into the night, connecting with nature.

When you thought you had done a full lap, you realized that you got a bit lost, you cursed yourself thinking you had counted your steps, clearly you were wrong

You found the street, and by then, you could hear voices.

You first saw a big man by the car, you could only see his silhouette, as the only source of light was the moon and the fire Rick and Michonne had lit up 

“We are gonna kill you Rick, not before Dan has his way with your son, and Tony with the lady here…”, you heard someone say, as you came closer, quietly, you realized a man was holding Rick at gunpoint, and another had Michonne.

How the fuck they sneaked past you? you had no clue. You stood there, watching the situation unfold, you didn’t know what to do. 

“TEN!”, You grabbed the gun, and unlocked it, you had to help them. You don’t care who those men were, Rick, Michonne and Carl were your group now, you had to defend them. “NINE… EIGHT”

“WAIT!”, Another man, from the other side of the car, appeared

“You stopped me at eight Daryl!”, the man said. This strange man walked up towards RIck and Michonne, and only then you realized two more men were right behind him, your vision impaired by the vehicle between you, you tried to stay in the shadows, you couldn’t go in guns blazing if that would mean one of your group could end up hurt.

“Just hold up!”, he said softly, trying to calm things down

“This is the guy who killed Lou!”, muttered the fifth man, “we got nothing to talk about”, there were five hostile men, one of them, right in front of you, eyeing Carl who was inside the car

“The thing ‘bout now-a-days is we got nothin’ but time”, the ringleader held Rick at gunpoint, they were tightly squeezed together, no space for movement, “say your piece Daryl”

“These people”, the man said, “you’re gonna let ‘em go”, that surprised you, but still you raised your gun to the creep, “these are good people”, he muttered

“I think Lou would disagree with you on that”, RIck had told you he had to take a guy out in the house, this might be the reckoning, “I have to speak for him because your friend here strangled him in a bathroom, let him turn, and come after us”, 

“You want blood, I get it, take it from me, man”, this strange man, just threw his weapon, a badass crossbow, into the floor and offered himself up to the maniac. There was a dramatic silence

“This man killed our friend”, you did not have good visibility, but you could hear every breath, “but you say he’s good people, you see? that right there… that is a lie”, his voice dropped an octave and you knew that meant trouble, “IT’S A LIE”, the two men behind him grabbed him and started beating him up, “teach him fellas! teach him all the way!”, the car moved when they pushed and beat him against it. Distracting you, so you couldn’t help when the fat man in front of you opened the door to the car, and dragged Carl out of it.

“YOU LET HIM BE!”, you heard the scream of Rick

You couldn’t move, if you shot “Dan”, then the others could shoot RIck and Michonne, and besides…

DId you had it in you? to kill?

You had done it once, it kept you awake with guilt

They kept beating the man they called Daryl, making your skin crawl, to hear fist against flesh, moans and groans from the man that clearly knew RIck, -in the good sense-, he was probably part of the group RIck was seeking so desperately 

“... First we’re gonna beat Daryl to death, then we are gonna have the girl, then the boy, and then we’re gonna kill you, and then we’ll be squared”, you heard him proclaim. You looked in front of you, the fat man, with a knife in his hand, and…

Oh fuck no.

Without even thinking about it, you had your gun up and…

You took the shot and in less than a second you drew a whole in the back of the man’s head. 

Before he even dropped to the floor you helped Carl push him off of him. The boy was a whimpering, scared mess, and now that you uncovered yourself, by pure instincts alone, you grabbed him and placed him behind you, away from the guns that were now pointing at you.

In all happened in seconds

When Rick’s eyes anchored themselves at you, he seemed to nod, and then he moved at the speed of lightning, pushing all of his body backwards, a shot made your ears ring, but he had managed to free himself from the other group’s leader, that served as a good distraction as you shot against the man that had Michonne, who was also distracted, your bullet got lodged on his arm, making him scream, that gave Michone the time and space to kick the bastard, making him drop his gun

“Daryl!”, screamed Carl behind you, you looked now with more visibility, and saw the beating was getting worse. He had managed to punch one of the men out of his way, but still was fighting with the other. You grabbed your ax with your other hand, right as he was being pushed against the hood of the car again, then grabbed and pulled backwards towards the other man.

You were even better at throwing axes, -something you discovered in the damn apocalypse-

“DUCK!”, you screamed at the bowman, and he did, just at the same time you threw your ax, slaying the man that was right behind him

But you knew that wasn’t going to finish the job, you jumped and climbed over the hood of the car between you and you threw yourself at the man screaming with your ax nailed in the middle of his chest. You shot him in the head, not even thinking. You fell haphazardly on the floor, twisted your uncle a bit.

Fuck this people

When you turned around Daryl was beating the crap out of this other guy, Michone had shot the man that was holding her and Rick…

Oh Rick

In the midst of screams, he dropped the man, who was bleeding profusely from his neck. When you raised your eyes back again you saw that…

Rick’s mouth was dripping blood, as he spitted out a chunk of meat and more blood

From a second to the next everything went quiet, the archer turned to you after he left that man a moaning mess on the ground, you shared looks, and you offered him your gun. He took it, and put the man out of his misery with one shot on the head.

The adrenaline quickly left you, and you started shaking.

Your kill count just went up to three with one assistance.

You must have whimpered because they all turned to you

Rick went to hug Carl tightly, as did Michonne, the man, Daryl turned back to you, his face was made a bleeding mess, but he nodded when he gave you your gun back. You received it, putting it back in your holster

You told him your name, offering your hand for you to shake, he nodded

“Daryl”, he said, shaking your hand back, although it was more like a growl. You could tell he was this gruff man, his shaggy hair a bit long, covering his eyes, naked arms on display, he was a badass

“You take it you were a part of RIck’s group?”, you asked, and he barely nodded, “we just met three days ago”, you offered as an explanation.

Carl went around the car and hugged you tightly, that took you by surprise, but you gladly hugged him back

“Are you alright?”, you asked, he only nodded against you

You were sleeping in the back of the jeep, pleasantly, as Carl slept on the back seat, cuddled with Michonne.

Rick and Daryl were sharing a moment

“Who was tha’?”, he asked

“Carl found her sleeping on a roof three days ago”, said Rick, they shared looks, “before this, she had only killed one man”

“Now she is up to three”, said Dayl nodding

“We had our doubts at first, but… after tonight…”

“She is one of the good ones”, muttered Daryl

“She is looking up to be a good addition”, he completed, nodding 

Post chapter notes: reader was like, “ah hell no, that’s my future husband you fucks” haha

[dmwrites]

“Yo.”

“Jev!” Gem said excitedly, clutching her phone to her ear.

“Gem?” Jev asked. “Did you get a new phone or something? I didn’t recognize the number.”

“I’m not in Hermitcraft right now, I’m away on another server.” Gem explained.

“Ohh.” Jev’s voice got distant for a second, like he’d pulled the phone away from his mouth. “Modded server area code, I see. Cool. So, what’s good, Gem?”

“Well, okay, so, it’s a bit of a complicated story so I’ll summarize it for you. Basically, I’m on this server, it’s a modded, oh wait you already said that, but yeah it’s a modded server run by Scott Smajor- you know Scott, right? Eh, that’s not actually too important to the story; so in this server we get different origins every time we die, and there are like six lives total, like a cat but… less, I suppose. Anyway, so first I was a swarm of bees which was super cute and so cottagecore, then I was a blaze and I was so hot, and now I just fell off a building and now I’m a slime! Like you!”

Gem took a deep breath and waited for Jevin to say something. It took him a few seconds to respond.

“Uh, yeah, okay, sorry, was just processing all of that word soup… so you’re a slime now, like me. That’s… what it comes down to?”

“Yeah!” Gem said with a smile.

“Well, slimes are the coolest mob out there, so, uh, congrats on that.” Jev replied.

“Yeah! I’m, like, translucent and colorful and I can produce children!” Gem said excitedly.

There was a very pregnant pause from the other end of the phone, so long that Gem had to check and make sure that she was still in the call.

“… produce children.” Jev finally repeated, sounding a little shocked. “Care to, uh, elaborate on that one?”

“I just like… I dunno, pop them out! Like cells reproducing. Do you produce children too, Jev?” Gem asked.

“I- hm, no, can’t say I’ve… no. Must be a modded thing.” Jevin said.

“Well, anyway, all of that silly stuff aside, I wanted to ask you an important question.” Gem continued. She looked out over her lands, a small frown coming to her face. “It’s important.”

“Okay…” Jevin replied cautiously.

“Are there any like slime secrets I need to be aware of? Slime code or something?” Gem whispered it into the phone.

Jevin snickered, then cleared his throat. “Oh, Gem, you called the right guy. Slime. Whatever. Yes, there is a very secret code of the slimes that must be obeyed by all slimes at all times.”

Gem gasped. “I knew it! What is it?”

“I dunno, Gem…” Jevin trailed off. “I mean, it’s super secret… and what if you turn into something else and then tell someone else our secret?”

“I promise! I won’t tell anyone!” Gem cried. “Oh, please, Jev!”

“Okay.” Jevin said. “Gem. The one and only code of the slime is as follows: all slimes must fart when they enter a room. It can be silent, it can be loud, but it must be a fart. For whole slimes, it’s easy, they practically make wet fart noises every time they move. For slimes like us, we just gotta fart.”

“Fart? Really?” Gem asked, frowning. “I never hear you farting when you walk into rooms.”

“Oh yeah. It’s very important to slime culture.” Jev said importantly. “If you don’t, other slimes will really look down on you. And I have mastered the silent fart, that’s why you don’t hear me.”

“Okay.” Gem said, nodding her head. “Farting. Every time I enter a room. Got it. Thanks Jevin! What would I do without you?”

——

“Who was that?” Cleo asked when Jevin sat back down next to her in Cub’s TCG arena.

“Gem. Who’s winning?” Jev replied, nodding at the TCG match between xBcrafted and VintageBeef below.

“On a numerical level, Beef. But on a spiritual level, xB.” Cleo replied. “So what did Gem want?”

Jevin snickered. “So she’s a slime origin on some modded server she’s playing on right now, and asked if there were any, like, rules of slimes. I just lied and told her that slimes have to fart every time they enter a room.”

Cleo cackled so hard that Joe Hills, who was moderating the game, threw a trident at her to shut her up.

“Oh my god, Jev! You didn’t! Gem is going to murder you when she finds out the truth.”

“Whatever. Worth it, tbh.” Jev replied, and joined Cleo in laugher.

[umeqii]

Emily x goth!black cat!reader who has a soft spot for animals and poetry? I love your humor and writing smm icon behaviour :))

GANG I AM SO SORRY 4 SUCH A LATE POST BUT IM GONNA TRY N GRIND THRU EVERY REQUEST I GET :///..

n also i lwk might come back 2 change the way i set this out bc it looks goofy asf ☠️☠️

fandom ; class of '09

character ; emily

reader ; gn (implied fem tho bc of the meeting)

creator ; umeqii

warnings ; tbh prolly is angst bc it refers 2 the OD ending, death mentions, SH mentions, drug usage, pedophila idk co09 regular stuff

emily had first realised your existence ig when it was that one scene where jecka and nicole were skipping, then emily and kelly came in trying to sell addys and then megan and ari joined.

y'know that one, right?

yeah you were with ari and megan skipping on a test

you tried telling them this bathroom wldve been full but they didn't listen smhh

anyways when you went in, it was clear that basically everyone minus your two friends were staring at you, which you were used to, so you didn't really mind

but kelly ended up giving you a smile and a small wave, aswell as you did back

you guys sat next to eachother in thr majority of classes so you ended uo becoming friends even despite how different you guys were in terms of personality and looks

the others lwk js ignored ur existence but they did comment on ur choice of style once not in a bad way tho..!! (nicole smh)

as your eyes scanned the room, you locked eyes with emily and instantly looked away bc nuh uh chat u ARE NEVER catching me lacking 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼

but yh icba 2 keep writing abt allat

she really did like ur style and was lwk like "waiittt whos that diva 💜💜" ygwim???

so after her n kelly left, she asked her friend abt who u were heh...

was lwk gnna say it was ur y/n moment until i remembered u r y/n but yk

kelly js sed smth like "oh them? yeah that's y/n. they're cool. their style's like.. cute... i guess? just not somethin' i would wear. overall a nice person. we make fun of jeffery together."

y/n huhhhh

cute name heh...😉😉😐😐

okay yh headcanons

as im typimg this its 8th december guys i js realised how late this was finna be posted srry chat!!!!

u

u guys got tgth after u were smoking pot under the stairway and that goofy ahh counsellor came to tell ym off or wtv

but emily was liek "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BITCHASS PEDOPHILE" or smth!!!

and she started 2 run away and she grabbed ur arm and u guys hid in a bathroom stall and like made out idrk

yh shes highkey rlly rich and so she noticed how u rllyyyy like animals so she wld buy u black cat plushies or raven ones

u guys were yapper x listener 💞💞

do u guys c where im going w this!!!

"y/n. ur super cool and pretty and handsome. sry i cant be here anymore. ilysm. i wish i cldve done this with u but i cant. ur 2 pretty to die and u have 2 keep living. i wish i cldve been more like you U r so pretty 2 look at and you were always chill and u saw the best in everyone even fucking wierd ass bitches like jeffery and thats why I made out with u that day bcuz I knew i wld be happy with u. ur names on my thighs and left arm btw. wouldve done my righy arm 2 but im right handed lols. i luv u so much babe ❤️"

doomes yuri!!

anyways

u guys weren't exactly toxic

u were js toxic ppl

(mostly ems)

u wld read her poetry and teach her some other ways of calming down which weren't so unhealthy and it sld sorta help??

atleast thats what u thought lmfao!!!

ym r scene x goth

if u wear trad goth makeup u wldve totes let her do it 4 u

and she wld let u practice on her aswell

it was always fun and perfect when u wld contour her button nose and she wld start laughing and flashing her shark looking teeth

u miss it

[pencilsonic]

pt. 2 bnha smau!!!!!

MASTERLIST!!

just going to the movies and kamijirou action >_< writing section in this one!

at the movies:

mina, bakugo, kiri, sero, jirou & denki all ended up going. everyone except jirou and denki were already there, so they got in line for snacks while waiting for the other two. 5 minutes later, jirou came through the door shortly followed by denki. they didn't come together, just go there at the same time!

"denki! thought you forgot about the movie for a bit.." mina laughed. "sorry i was running late my cat ran out the door when i was trying to leave so i had to go get her back," he scratched the back of his neck and saw jirou out of the corner of his peripheral. "when did you get a cat, aren't you allergic?" sero questioned denki and denki started shaking his head quickly begging for sero to drop it. he didn't actually have a cat. he just knew jirou liked cats and wanted to look good in front of her. "mina! let me get that popcorn i promised you!" he rushed back to the line the others just got out of.

"hey denki, didn't know you were coming," jirou popped up behind him in the line to get herself some snacks as well. "OH! hey! yeah i texted mina about it and she bought my ticket," denki shrugged and tried to play it cool as if he didn't ask about her.

"oh okay cool, i didn't know you liked deadpool though?"

"i've just heard good things about it, and since she was going i thought i'd tag along!" he stuffed his hands in his pockets to hide how nervous he was getting. "NEXT IN LINE!" he turned back to jirou and asked, "what do you want? i can get it."

"oh no it's fine! i got it, thank you," she ushered you forward to the register. "no let me get it as a treat!" she looked like she wanted to say no again but she gave in because of the forming line behind them and the annoyed lady in front of them.

in the movie theater, everyone sits down. denki asks mina which seat he's at, as if he didn't know who he was next to. once he sat down next to jirou and his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest, he knew this would be a long movie.

whenever the movie finally ended, for denki it felt like it never would end, the group got up to leave and go back to their dorms. "ladies first," denki said jesturing to jirou, which earned him a smile in response. he cut off mina and the rest behind him. "okay bitch," bakugo says to denki who's already 10 feet ahead of them.

"do you have a ride home?" denki asks jirou when they get outside.

"yes, momo said she'd send a car for me," she nods and laughs at the fact denki's jaw dropped when she mentioned the car.

"oh! okay! catch you on the flip side then, bro!" he walked away to his own car, parked next to kirishima and bakugo. "what the hell did you say?" bakugo asked denki when he was walking towards them. "asked if she had a ride. her gf momo is SENDING A CAR," denki tells the two guys and they immediately lose their minds, "okay both of you go die ASAP."

okay part 2 done ^_^ prob will make a part 3 in a couple hours or maybe even write a mini kamijirou fic ;3 who knows

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

IMAGINE..

《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》

[ Mini Au at the end/separate: where Reader is Robin, while Tim Drake is Catlad! Miraculous Ladybug sorta vibe. [Vigilante Name]

-

Civilian Tim is a rich boy with neglectful parents, who often stalks Batman. But is found out by Catwoman. So, she strikes up a deal with Tim, where he becomes her little helper and he gets to meet Batman. He readily expects, becoming Catlad.

His parents don't die, but are aren't really present in his life. So Selina becomes his parental figure, she even shows off little pictures of them together when she teams up with Harley and Ivy on occasion.

Catlad Tim is cunning and witty. Often making snide remarks and cat-puns when he's confident.

Civilian Tim is shy, but popular, due to his status and smarts.

-

You smile stupidly as you gaze up at the clouds, lucky enough to make it on the roof of the apartment complex without getting caught. The warmth of the sunset tingling on your skin with the sky being painted in a cotton candy color.

"Well if it isn't Puur-incess! What's got you crawling out from your tower." A cheeky voice calls out, laughing at his own joke.

You roll your eyes, turning your attention to the thief.

"Thinking of my prince charming.." You reply, shoving him playfully.

"Oh..~" He wiggled his arms and made puckered lips. "How can I forgot, you talk about him almost all the time.." Catlad dramatically huffed.

You shrug, "I can't help it. I really like him, he's so-" Before you could rant, the cat themed thief interrupted you.

" "So sweet and nice, he's so handsome and cool! I could gush for hours!" " He mocked, trying to mimic your voice and expressions when you talked about your crush.

"Cut it out!" You yell, managing to put him in a headlock. Messing up his black strands of hair. Your face warm and hot like the sun. Smiling like a idiot.

"I GIVE! I GIVE!" He cried, pushing at your embrace.

You let go as the two of you laugh like lunatics together.

The both of you winding down as you sit together on the stony surface of the apartment building roof.

The sky losing it's pink, becoming a somber lilac..

"He'll be lucky.." Catlad utters out. "To be with someone like you. I m-mean." The sidekick said. Tracing the floor with his claw like gloves, watching you turn to face him. Full of hope, eyes brimming with love.

"You think?" You ask excitedly. Smiling like a fool in love.

"Yeah, your prince charming is probably dreaming to be with someone like you.. I would." He states absent-mindedly.

"Awww, Cat's!" You gush, quickly wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He stiffend at your touch, not used to such positive affection. But he slowly melts in your arms. (He was glad that Catwoman or any other villian wouldn't see him in such a relaxed state.)

"Maybe I should just steal you away.. But then you wouldn't get your happily ever after."

You heard him say, which in turn. Ignore, having gotten used to his flirty remarks. But wince when you felt a sharp pressures on your body.

"Cat's.. Your nails..! There digging into my skin!"

You call to the thief as his claws go deeper into your clothing fabric. He snaps out of it, retracting his claws, but not wanting to fully leave you.

"Sorry! I didn't hurt you, r-right?"

"No! Your good, just, ease up on the grip. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.."

The two of you soon depart, watching him jump away from roof to roof.

-

[If (Y/N) was Robin Mini Au Headcanon]

You would be some kid that Dick and Jason knew. Before Red Hood and beginning Nightwing era.

Bruce wants to adopt you, but you still have a family. So Robin for you, becomes sorta like a part/full time job.

You aren't as smart as Tim, but make up for it with positive traits that has the whole Batfam love you like a little sibling.

Instead of becoming Red Robin, I would see the reader be called [Vigilante Name]/Luckybird. For the saying, 《The Lucky Bird Catches The Worm!》

Tim crushes on your Alter Ego more than the real you. He doesn't know what's your actual identity even though he knows Batmans.

Tim has considered becoming a vigilante for you.

Has often tried to gain your affections while as Catlad in front of Batman.

-

"Heya Birdy~" Catlad calls out to you, waving the rare artifact him and Catwoman had just stolen.

Batman grunts at the teen, trying to protectively shield you with his large frame. Glaring menacingly at the sidekick from underneath his cowl.

Catwoman smirks at Batman, teasingly talking with her partner in crime. "C'mon kitten, why don't we give the Bats and your Bird a little chase?" She winked at the crime fighting duo.

"On it!" Passing a fake to Selina, the two of the cat themed vilians run off into the night.

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[Comments and asks appreciated! Thanks for reading! Maybe I'll do another vigilante villian swap again!]

[unnervinglyferal]

Hey Feral, I'm sorry I haven't sent any asks for the past few monthes, my cat recently got euthanized. It was the on Sunday. I knew that she wasn't doing well..she was about 2 when I was born, making her 17 years old, which roughly translated, is about 78 or 79 human years, which is the average lifespan of an American woman, which she technically was, given that she was a female cat in America. She'd spent a while on this earth, and I think my mom knew that she wouldn't be here for much longer. She had kidney disease, and apparently she was showing symptoms of being in the last stage-she started walking funny, and she barely ate. The day before she died, she didn't eat at all. On Sunday, she stopped drinking. I remember thinking, before, that although she was dying, I'd be ready. That I had prepared myself. I knew this, but done part of me couldn't understand why she had to die. Death is what happens to other people, but I forgot that everyone is "other people", including my cat. But to me, she wasn't "other people", she was my cat. Her name was Ariol, and I've had her for my whole life. I remember when I was younger, she would sit on whatever book I was reading so that if pay attention to her instead. I wish I'd never pushed her off, but sometimes I did. I was too wrapped up in my own problems to realize when she started deteriorating. I pushed her away again and again, and that went on for years. She just wanted me to hold her, and I was too focused on unimportant things to care. I thought, then, that surely she could wait. She was my cat, my friend, and so she would be here forever. And then I realized that wasn't true. I looked over one day, and realized she couldn't see me. She had slowly been going blind, just like my other cat. It was only then that I started paying attention-that I remembered she, too, was mortal. I think it might've been too late. I don't think, near the end, that she even recognized me. I had faded away, and then she faded too. She would lie in bed all day, and cry when I started to leave. I don't know how long she did this before I started to notice. Maybe she spent years wondering why I no longer hugged her, treated her dearly, noticed her. If I could go back, I would not have forgotten her for so long. I would have loved her, known her, as I tried to do at the end. And now that cannot be rectified. Sorry for the emotional rant, I feel like a lot of people don't understand why I'm so upset over this.

Signed, engineer anon.

Sorry about your cat. And yeah, regretting shit like that hurts really bad, when there's nothing you can do about it now, other than knowing not to do that next time. Your cat didn't deserve that, but she taught you to not take any cat after her for granted.

[notgalaxyclan]

Galaxyclan year 19 liveblog from Nyoko Arts

Tl;dr it is a fun year with lots of issues/dramas

NOO

I'd didn't want Flamebear to kill Dreamsmoke

I also didn't want Springhaze to die :(

No he tried to get Gustkit to runaway with him

Springhaze :(((

Ospreyclaw noo sweetie this isn't your fault

Frostlichen????

Silkfur???

Noo Frostlichen dude

Silkfur and fire man

Hopefern i still dislike you but your trauma shouldn't be brought up like that

Snipcloud!

No boy be safe

Butterflypaw!!!

Go Viperclan!!

Wow weird to say that

Pikefleck! BOY

He wants to be daddy's perfect son

Snipcloud doesn't know how to feel haha

Frostlichen :(

Silkfur is gone!!!

Yeah!

Frostlichen dear you made wrong choices but I will miss you

Wait you cheater???

I was right???

Kinda?

Jaffa dear your love is dead

Hollowstar…

Snakeeye. I am worried

Flamebear poisoned the prey :|

The Truth comes out

Lizardsnap!!!

Go girl

Thunderspirit :*(((

I am sorry that your son sucked

OH NO

Hollowstar :( ?

Flamebear is held down and killed via Hollowstar

Flamebear my crappy dear you are something

You wanted to get close to Pebblepaw >:[

Everyone should be disappointed and crap at Flamebear

NOOO

Thunderspirit :(

I knew you would die but noooo

Kale Thunderspirit QPR

Why???

Murder my love?? Thunderspirit

Sigh :(((

Hollowstar tried to call rogues :(((

Go Kale!!

Rushwind?

Wigglebutt:(((

Hillfuzz noo. Snow don't die :(((

…

Hollowstar died :((

Stonestar is here now

Lizardsnap is injured

Wait final guess

Hollowstar is in the dark forest

The nine lives ceremony :((((

Cinderpetal!!!

Troutkit :(

Echolily and Cavernbounce:(((

Brightstar?

I flicking knew it

I guess that is where he belongs :(

Carpfluff??? He died nooo

Everyone deserves Better

Wigglebutt i had hopes for you but good for you girl

Also I knew you were one to date Mossclan

You ain't slick Curlydapple child

Hillfuzz :(((

I am sorry your mate will not be here for you

More babies?????

Break up????

Another daughter though :D

It is sad and poetic that Hollowstar is in the dark forest

Man Galaxyclan can't have crap I guess

Destroying other clan Herb Supplies????

Oh right the Jayclan cat death

Can't wait to find out who killed them

Micha I hope you have peace

Hollowstar did kill your tormentor but like he didn't know he was your Tormentor

Hollowstar is on the hunt

Snapping at the Viperclan deputy:D

(I watch the streams I know it is Freckleheart and that is a Snipvloud baby. Still sucks her brother got cheated out of it haha. Viperclan loves Snipcloud and his kids)

Go kill frecklespot!!

She occasionally posseses her granddaughter or great I guess

Lizardsnap is blinded

Stonefawn :(

I am sorry that Flamebear actually liked you and you liked him in return

He needed friends but it wasn't Enough

I mean I love him but you didn't deserve any of this

He killed 2 of your kids :(

Gustburst :( thanks for telling

Stonestar and Lizardsnap are going to have babies

She was pregnant when the rouges attacked and she became leader

Ghostsnow as deputy haha

Ghostsnow got to see the 9 live ceremony!! Kinda???

Snakeeye one of my many loves

Smart girl!!

Mama Snakeeye and papa Firefog

Oh right kidnapped kit was mentioned like 10 minutes ago

Todd!! A new apprentice!!

Oh her backstory??

Oh… she is a rogue haha

Lord Galaxyclan has it rough forever

Aww she brought the baby back

Kale my dear

The only mediator sucks

I wish you luck

I am sorry your QPR is dead

I hope your Oopsy Daisy crush goes

GO Whiskergleam!

Sad kitty though :(

Not mates (yet!) With Branchdeer

Dogs are menaces haha

Oh Oopsy Daisy likes Whiskergleam and Lizardsnap and obviously Kale!

Branchdeer!!! Great dad forever and granddad

Clan dad Clan dad Clan dead

Branchdeer also great mentor

Hollowstar trusted this man :D

The youth better respect this man!

Hopefern are you actually chilling

Golddazzle let her kid apprentice get away with stealing prey from Viperclan (2) haha

Fuzzyflake and Golddazzle are sad

They are so cute though

Spam??

Go girl!

You killed a rogue

Trailer park cat??

Guppyshade! She is a woman!

& Mom alongside Scavenger

Scavenger almost died???

2 babies btw

Rushwind!! Genderfluid!!

Rushwind you deserve peace

Yes!

Midnightlilac & Oriolechirp are mates!!!

Good for them!!

Moss clan cat with them in a poly!!

Bubblingmark loves her rival Oriolechirp haha

!!

I am so smiley atm

This Poly better be happy

I hope Bubblingmark joins

They taunted viperclan at the border :O

Abysswatcher and Roostertail are great siblings

They act like siblings :D

Cause they are but you know what I mean

Siblings don't always get along all the time

Abysswatcher hates Scavenger :|

Roostertail has a crush on Hop!!

Hop is adorable

Mutual crush!

Swansong

A vengeful and usually strong cat ahh

I hope I don't have to worry about him

made a warrior earlier at 11

survived a bird Attack and scolded a jayclan apprentice

Had suspensions on Flamebear

Friendly with Michashatter

OH

He killed Thunderspirit

Hmmm

So I should have been worried

sighs

So mad at Thunderspirit that he pushed them off a cliff :|

Michashatter is a sweet girl

Too scared to come clean

It makes sense

Oh she likes Hop and has a small dislike towards Roostertail

Vixenfoot is cute!!

11 moons old warrior!

Good for her

… touching noses with a Jayclan cat haha

Revaluating her morals after that

Brightshatter makes sense. He does indeed hate his clan

Gustburst has a stutter though

Planned to run away with Springhaze

I know we already heard this but still :(

Of course Branchdeer was your mentor ♡

Found Hop on her first patrol :D

Pebblejoy is a cute name

Pricklefleck saw his granddaughter!!

Flamebear was terrifying btw

Littlelion was the little thief :)

Oh she had a crappy year

Jayclan Cat dying Scared her

Scavenger!!

She disappeared and came back with a collar

She almost Died while pregnant cuz of a rogue!!

Thank you Ospreyclaw for keeping her safe

Scavenger killed Eveningeagle :(

She does kinda have a good Reason I agree but still :(

Crappy way to end your year

Firefog and Rainbowkit!!

Rainbowkit has a rainbow ribbon

Berrykit is born paralyzed and then became orphaned and then kidnapped

Todd brought her back

I am sorry Berry that your Dad and Parent were killed :(

Firefog is kinda her foster parent

Kinda

Thunderstar is having a rough Time

OH right Mossclan accidental kit stealers

That was kinda funny

My amazing but Under qualified cat Gardinastar

No apprentice still

Snipcloud gave a life for strength!!

Touching noses with kittypets

First deputy was kidnaped

Don't know why I am typing this down I watch the streams

Oh well

Snipcloud ex apprentice Murdered a cat :D

Murder everywhere

Messy clans :D

Possesed Freckleheart

I miss Squirreldream

I love her being the deputy but I wanted Squirreldream

I love them both however

Sadiecurl is jelly of his son goosepaw

Orange murder cats!!

Sporefern killed with nightshade

Ratsplinter feels sad at Goosepaw's name

Skipfluff deserves her name. She doesn't think so.

Moonember and Clearrunner I hope they become mates if Moonember makes it home

OH GOD

I am dumb I didn't understand the snipcloud baby full names

Littlespot → Frecklespot (Drowned Snipcloud)

Rattleflood → Flood killed Snipcloud

I didn't put it together till Nyoko mentioned it

Ochrethorn: “I dislike everyone!... except you Gardinastar”

Rushwind and Swansong are the last of some bloodlines

Not quite Thunderspirit’s as Golddazzle and Fuzzyflake’s kits are related

I wish Nyoko didn't bring it up :(

It is sad…

Also kinda funny cause the Murderer Swansong has to have kits for the bloodline to continue

Also I kinda wanna see if any kits he has become murderers ha ha

This was a fun year

I kinda can't wait for the livestreams as they have drama

[slutforelliealways]

Space Girl pt:2

Enjoy this! I want a slow burn and lots of parts so y’all better strap in for the ride, and if you’re just here for smut i gotchu but it won’t happen for a minute or two. Gonna start adding songs that remind me of what the two girls think of you, used a couple lines from Faye’s song in this one. Imagine Ellie and Abby both understanding it’s neither one or the other right now. Simply both.

You: I fell asleep, meet me at our spot later tonight. If you don’t show up I’m taking that as my sign to walk away from you. Dress like you’ve got something to lose!

You put your phone down on your side table and sigh, rolling over to see the perfect sight beside you. Ellie was snuggled up with your cat Benny, he liked Ellie more than he liked you clearly. She had a faint smile on her face and you had a feeling she wasn’t really sleeping. “You gonna open those green eyes of yours and help me make breakfast or just keep snuggling my son?” You nudge her and she groans.

“He’s so warm and fuzzy I don’t want to disturb his slumber, but breakfast does sound nice.” She hesitantly sits up and Benny takes off toward the kitchen for his breakfast. “Whatcha makin?”

“I dont know i don’t have much, I know D and Jess are gonna be stopping by here shortly with coffee and some breakfast sandwiches. So we honestly don’t really have to make much, I figured we’d cut up some fruit and have a little fruit salad in front of the tv before they get here.” You shrug your shoulders and climb out of bed.

“Does Dina always come by your place in the morning?” She questions, rubbing her eyes as she rolls out of your bed. You couldn’t help but look her up and down, she looked so damn good even fresh out of bed. Her hair was messy and her lips were puffy from sleep still, your clothes looked perfect on her slim and toned body. You were in awe of the perfect specimen in your bedroom. “Hello?” She waved her hands.

“Oh sorry!” You snapped back to reality, “yeah she comes by seven days a week, we catch up and drink coffee and then go to work or class after. It’s kind of our thing, has been since high school!”

Of course it had been, you and Dina had known each other all your lives, your birthdays were only a week apart so you always had joint parties. Your parents were best friends so naturally you guys were, your friendship with Dina was more of a sisterhood. And boy did you guys fight like sisters, always figuring it out right after a big blowup and moving on from it. Dina had an older sister but she passed away before she was ever born, you knew it was hard on her but your friendship had came around and healed that part of her mostly. Her parents knew it too, treating you like their own child and scolding the both of you when you’d get caught sneaking out or smoking “pot” on their property. You loved Dina, you loved her family and they loved you. It was a natural choice when it came to college, both sitting by your mailboxes waiting for the letters to come in saying you’d both been accepted to attend. Dina was your rock, as you were hers. When someone would die you’d both laugh at the funeral, you went through a breakup? Dina would remind you their head wasn’t that good. Without D you were… nothing.

“You really love her huh?” Ellie smiled softly, tilting her head in anticipation for your response.

“Yeah”, you smiled and looked at the ground. “Yeah i really do.”

“Good, you deserve a person.” She grabbed your hands and soothed them with her thumbs. You felt your cheeks get hot and dropped her hands to move toward the kitchen. You took a couple steps before feeling arms wrap around your waist and your feet leaving the floor. “Why are you constantly moving away from me huh?” Ellie whispers in your ear.

“I told you, you make me nervous!” You squeal as your feet touch the floor again, she spins you around to face her.

“You know how beautiful you are?” Her face was soft and her eyes were piercing into yours.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice”, your smirk forming.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll keep mentioning it then.” Her hand moves up and strokes your cheek before falling back to her side.

“Maybe I’ll get a big head.” You turn again and move into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing all the fruit you could find. All you had was some apples and some blueberries.

“I don’t mind that, more for me to look at.” Ellie sat down in your bar stool at your kitchen island, her eyes held onto you.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and smile.

New message from Abs😍💕: Mind if I come earlier? I’d like to spend the rest of the day with you! Please say yes I’m already dressed.

You stared at the screen, it was only 5:00pm and your friends were all slumped on your couch in a weed coma. Dina and Jesse had arrived earlier in the morning, bringing coffee and breakfast sandwiches as expected. You all smoked and played video games for the entire day, Ellie had ran home and changed before coming back promptly to finish the round of Halo she had started with Jesse. It was all perfect, you almost dreaded leaving to see Abby yet you knew you at least needed the closure. Things got hazy for a second, you don’t remember getting ready nor putting your car in drive and going to your lookout spot until you were there parked in your favorite lot. Your heart was racing, you had texted Dina and let her know where you were and how long you should be gone. She didn’t reply but you knew once she woke up the first thing she’d do was check her phone and respond, you held your phone against your chest as you stared out at the ocean awaiting your guest. You saw headlights in the distance and your fingertips went numb, it was time.

As Abby’s car parked you unbuckled yourself and prepared to get into her vehicle, it began to rain as you stepped out of your car. “Great, is this a sign or what?” You exclaim to yourself. You yank her door open and hop in, already soaking from the short couple of seconds you were in the rain.

New Message From Dina bo Bina🤪🥵🤮: If u leave me here for longer than 2 hrs w these FUCKING LOSERS!!! I’m coming there and ripping you to pieces 🥰❤️❤️😌👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼 xxxooo.

You smile as you quickly put your phone in your back pocket and sit back down all the way.

“Hey, sorry about the weather.” Abby blushed as you shook yourself off. “Here.” She hands you her jacket and you take it not being able to play off the shivers from the cold rain.

“It’s okay, you don’t control the weather.” You reply dryly.

“Yeah I guess you’re right”, she rubs the back of her neck, “so uh, how was your day?”

“You gonna tell me what you needed to tell me or are you just here to waste my time and gas?” You spit out.

“Okay, look I’m sorry for blowing you off. I don’t know how to handle you and-“

“You don’t know how to handle me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your cheeks got hot in anger and your patience began to wear thin.

“I mean, I just! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I haven’t felt this calm with anyone ever and that really fucking freaks me out!” She slapped her steering wheel in frustration.

“I slept with Ellie!” You blurt out.

“I’m sorry what? You fucked Ellie? We just had a fight, I’m confused.” Her body turned towards you.

“No I didn’t fuck her! She slept over, in my bed. And we cuddled, and had breakfast together.” You stopped yourself from smiling at the very recent memory, remembering she was still on your couch fast asleep hopefully awaiting your arrival back at home.

“Oh yeah cause that’s so much better and way less intimate!” You knew Abby loved the sex as much as you did, but sleeping together, now that was her favorite part of life since she met you. “Jesus Christ baby what the fuck! Look, I’m sorry for blowing you off! There’s no good explanation for it and I wish I hadn’t done it but I did, please can we just go back to how we were!” Her fists were clenched in anger and resting in her lap. You knew this new information had pissed her off, she’d never paraded you in public but she had always stepped in when it came to what was hers.

“You blew me off, she was there to pick up the pieces. I had fun with her, I could have had fun with you but you blew me off, again. So… I’m not sure what you want me to do with that. Look I gotta go, I appreciate you trying to explain yourself. I accept your apology but, fuck you? Yeah, fuck you. I gave you four months Abs, four fucking months and you wasted it! You want me back? Prove it! I’m done with you, I’m done with this! I’m so young, I’m super fucking hot! And at least Ellie is proud to just be around me, you couldn’t even bother to ask me to be your girlfriend. What the fuck even was the past four months for you? HUH?” Your voice became impatient, awaiting her response for even a second was too long.

“It was… I- I’m not sure. I love you.” The words made you choke, your eyes widening in shock. Maybe even horror.

Minutes went by, she tried grabbing your hands but they were stuck clasped together tightly against your chest. Your breathing was to the outside ear steady but, your breaths were too short and not enough. Your choices were pass out or, “I’m gonna go. Thank you for your apology, I’ve got some shit to sort out I guess.” You forced your legs to move first, then your arms and finally, your hands. You curled your fingers around the door handle and almost got the door open before Abby’s strong hands gripped your face and her arms pulled you close to her face. Your lips locked on instinct and routine, it felt right but sad. Like your lips belonged on hers but at a cost, your arms moved up and wrapped around her neck before your fingers interlocked in the back. Her hands moved swiftly down your body and landed on your waist, her arms forced you up out of your seat and before you could take another breath you were straddled on her lap in the drivers seat. She kissed you like she needed it, her lips weak at the touch of yours. Your tongue brushed against her mouth and she let you in, you explored the tip of her tongue and her mouth danced with yours in harmony.

Her hands trailed around your waist and moved up pulling your tight, light blue baby tee up until it tickled your under boob, you pushed yourself back grinding against her which was interrupted swiftly when her car horn blared and startled the both of you.

“Fuck!” You brushed your hair back with your hand, “this is wrong, I need to go. I really do have a lot to think about! Thank you for.. this.” You open her door and try to climb out as swiftly as you could but failing and stumbling, catching yourself on the side of her thigh. Jesus this couldn’t get anymore fucking awkward!

She grabs your wrist and steadies you, “Think, think long as super fucking hard. I’m waiting for you, I’ll wait till you come back.”

Your drive home was shorter than you wanted, your sobbing completely uncontrollable as the rain matched your tears. You parked in front of your apartment and took a deep breath as you wiped your face off. You pulled the sun visor down and flipped the mirror open to give yourself a couple of toothy fake smiles, “this choice is easy. Suck it up cunt!” You whisper to yourself and unbuckle as you open your door and step out of the vehicle. You walked up the three flights of stairs slowly and as you got to your door you took a couple more breaths, took the key out, unlocked your door and stepped inside. The living room was dark and the only light was coming from above your stove, a note with placed right below the light and you moved over to read it.

Went out for some pizza! Bring you some home pinky promise!!!!

-Space Girl

You smiled and brushed your fingers across the handwriting, you turned around and Benny startled you as he approached your feet. You picked him up and moved into your bedroom, as soon as your body hit the mattress your sobbing resumed. You were desperately trying to catch your breath, gripping at your throat and pounding on your chest to snap out of it. Your head throbbing from the pressure and your eyes stinging from the excessive rubbing trying to rid the tears that kept pouring. You finally sat up at the sound of your outside door unlocking, you hastily stood up and ran to lock yourself in the bathroom.

“Honey we’re home!” D’s voice lit up in the hallway.

“And we brought pizza and liquor, Ellie brought weed! Of course.” Jesse’s voice followed.

“Whenever you’re done shitting come meet us in the living room please”, Dina shouted and you could hear them throwing themselves on your couches and beanbag.

“Yeah okay, be out in a sec!” You managed to choke out while splashing your face with water. You looked messy, all of your makeup smeared and watered down. Your hair was knotted from the thrashing around in bed in your hysteria, you wiped the makeup off your face with a wipe and ran some water through your hair before brushing it. After one final look in the mirror you caught your breath and stepped out of the bathroom. “Oh! Sorry I wasn’t expecting you to be in here!” You had stepped into Ellie on your way out of the bathroom and smacked right into her chest.

“No I’m sorry I should have made my presence known!” She looks down at her feet in embarrassment. As she looked back up at you her face went panicked, “what’s wrong? How can I fix it?”

Your lip began to tremble and you knew if you talked about it you’d lose it, “nothing. I’m good sorry, just got my period so I’m like super emotional.” Your excuse didn’t convince her.

She pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head, “I know it’s Abby. I know you still have feelings for her and that’s okay! We don’t have to talk about it, I can leave if me being here makes things harder for you-“

“NO!” Your voice startled the both of you and she pulled you back to look at your face. “No, I- I want you here. You make it easier to breathe. Please stay, stay as long as you can!” You lean back into her chest and she hugs you even tighter.

“I’ll stay until you ask me to leave, I can go home real quick and pack a bag and then come back. You can eat some pizza and catch up with Dina and by the time I’m back you won’t even have noticed I left.” She hums into the top of your head, peppering it with kisses.

“Yeah”, you nod into her, “yeah okay that would be good. Just be quick and come back as soon as you can! Benny and I will be waiting for you.” You look up at her and a smile begins to form on her face.

“Let’s be real I’m only staying cause of him”. She smirks.

“Yeah no I figured as much”, you chuckle and release your right grip on her but she remains locked onto you.

“Not yet, just- let me hold onto you for a little bit longer.” She buries her face back into your hair and kisses the top of your head again.

You wanted more but, not like this. Not sad and mourning your half-assed relationship with the schools biggest lesbian player. You wanted to kiss her happily and excitedly, like you couldn’t breathe and her lips were oxygen. She released her grip on you and you hesitantly took a step back, you gazed at each other for a few seconds before she cleared her throat.

“Alright so, I’m gonna leave for no more than an hour and then I’ll be back. I left some flower on the coffee table and I’m sure you heard Jesse mention the liquor, smoke or drink or both. Eat some pizza, i made sure with Dina it was exactly how you like it. I’ll be back so soon my love!” Her hand cups the side of your face and her thumb brushes your cheek, “try and have a little bit of fun whilst I’m gone.” She hums to you.

You nod and nuzzle into her hand more, “don’t be gone too long okay?”

“I won’t!” She reassures you.

D and Jesse knew instantly something was up, you and Ellie had exited your bedroom and Ellie had said a brief goodbye before walking out to go home and pack her overnight bag. You sat down beside Dina and she began shooting millions of questions at you before you even got a chance to get situated, “bitch you look a mess what the fuck happened? Did you and Ellie just fuck in the bathroom is that why it took so long? Where is she going? What happened with Abby?”

“Okay take a beat please, I’m fucking starving and this pizza smells amazing!” You open the box and shove a slice in your mouth before answering her questions, “I look a mess because Abby said I love you to me and then we made out and then I left. No Ellie and I did not have sex in the bathroom just now, and she’s going home to pack a bag so she can spend a few nights here. That answer all your questions? Can i please eat now?” You take another bite of your slice.

“I mean it answers some of them I suppose, why’d you leave Abby? I thought you wanted her to say those three words to you?” D’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I did, I mean I do but… i dont know.” You shrug and finish your slice.

“It’s Ellie ain’t it”, Jesse chimes in reaching for the bottle.

“Duh! Of course it’s Ellie, why else would she be asking her to spend the night again. I fucking knew you two would end up together!” Dina squeals.

“Okay slow down we’re not together we’re just, I don’t know. We’re hanging out!” You assure both of them.

“Whatever, I know when you’re into someone and you’re definitely into her. You can be into both, don’t make a decision right now just get laid and have fun! You gotta tell me how Ellie is in bed!” Dina reached for the flower on the coffee table as she gives you her sage advice.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you wanted to fuck Ellie!” Jesse questions Dina.

“Oh please you know I’m only alive for you J, I just wanna make sure my girl is getting it good!” She assures her man before looking back to you, “please just take it easy, don’t take like so seriously right now. You’re young and hot you don’t have to settle right away. Not everyone is like J and I and find their soulmate young.” She begins breaking apart the bud and looks around for some rolling papers.

“I’ve got some in my room, let me go grab them.” You stand up and head into your room for the paper. As you pass your desk a picture catches your attention, it was of you and Dina. Ellie was in the background and you could see she was looking at you, a smile cascading across her face. Your face got warm and you felt your heart speed up, she’s always had her eyes on me huh? You hum to yourself as you make your way over to your bedside table and open the drawer for the papers. As you stand back up you hear a knock on your door and you squeal in excitement and rush to open it.

“Hey!” Ellie is standing with a duffle bag in one hand and a backpack thrown over her shoulder.

“Come in come in, we were just about to roll and Jesse is throwing drinks back already.” You grab her duffel and place it in the hallway.

“Who’s rolling? If it’s Dina you need to stop her, her shit always comes out all Frankenstein looking!” Ellie chuckles as she wraps her arms around you and squeezes you tightly. You hum into her chest and nuzzle your face in.

“Hey i fucking heard that you asshole! My shit comes out clean I don’t know why you’re lying about me like that!” Dina shouts from the living room.

“Come on, join us!” You grab her hand and pull her into the living room.

She crashes down on the couch and pulls you by your waist to sit in her lap and whispers in your ear, “stay close to me okay?” You nod your head and lean back into her.

“So are you guys, you know.” Jesse points at you and Ellie, your cheeks went hot but you didn’t get a chance to respond before Ellie interjected.

“We’re hanging out, whatever is going on between us is.. between us. So leave it alone creep!” Ellie chuckles and Jesse throws his hands up in surrender before throwing the bottle back to his lips and taking a swig.

“Just curious, I know you’ve been itching for this for a while Els! You finally got your girl, wanted to see if you’d claim her.” Jesse swallowed his shot and made a grimace at the taste.

Ellie clenched around you, you looked up to see her face was just as red as you imagined yours was. You flashed her a smile and spoke up for the both of you, “bit early to define shit huh? I think you just need to keep your nose away from our business yeah Jess?” Dina laughed at the burn and slapped Jesse’s arm.

“Babe leave them alone, remember how awkward shit was for us when we first started dating? You didn’t see my girl over here pestering you with questions about me!” She lit the joint she had finished packing and passed it to you.

“Not true! It was all questions about my intentions and what not, just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.” Jesse put the bottle down and made grabby hands for the joint.

“Wait your turn!” Ellie gently reached for the joint and put it back to your lips, you took a puff and she moved it to her lips and took a drag. Your body felt warm at the gesture and you couldn’t ignore the pulsing between your legs.

You squeezed your thighs together trying to get rid of the heartbeat your crotch was generating, you guys hadn’t even kissed yet and still you wanted to just rip your clothes off and pounce on her. Ellie’s hands were brushing against your waist, trailing down your thighs and then back up around your waist. The joint being passed around but all you could focus on was your breathing and keeping your cool, “everything okay lover?” Ellie whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps on your neck.

“Hm? Oh yeah no I’m just stoned I think.” You try to play it off.

“Bitch you are not fucking stoned! You could out smoke all three of us in a heartbeat and not even get buzzed off of it!” Dina shouts, totally blowing your cover.

“I haven’t smoked in a few hours, maybe Ellie’s weed is just really good.” You shrug your shoulders knowing you were totally lying to their faces. Dina passed you the joint and you took a puff before passing it to Ellie who once against put it back to your lips before hers.

“I know I have good flower but I’ve heard about you hun, I know you could smoke me under the table right here right now.” Ellie says as she exhales the smoke in her lungs before stifling a cough.

“You’ve heard about me? What’s that supposed to mean?” You shift in her lap and face her.

“I mean you’re kind of known to smoke heavy, that’s all.” She shrugs and passes the joint to Jesse.

“Yeah she’s not wrong you know”, Jesse takes a puff. “You kind of have had that reputation since high school.” He passes the J to Dina.

“Okay can we stop talking about me smoking anyone under the table? I’m stoned, get over it.” You defend yourself knowing it’s all a lie and you really hadn’t felt anything since you first sparked.

“Everyone leave my baby girl alone before I start fighting you guys”, D was throwing fists up in a fake fight.

“Your baby girl?” Ellie questions.

“Duh! I had her first! Only a matter of time before she realizes I’m the true love of her life and we leave the country to go live on a farm and raise animals and make sweet sensual love to each other!” D laughs out loud at the thought.

You smirk at her, “D, I am so in love with you let’s just pack our bags and leave right now!” You reach out your hands for hers and she takes them whilst laughing.

“Let’s go baby!” She smiles at you. You both let go and throw your heads back cackling at the little facade.

Dina and Jesse ended up falling asleep on the couch and you felt yourself getting tired as well, you stood up and reached your hand out for Ellie. “C’mon”, you whisper. She takes your hand and follows you into your bedroom. You closed the door and started pulling your clothes off to change into pajamas, your eyes drifted over to Ellie who was staring right at you in your underwear and you felt yourself blush. Instead of getting dressed you walked over to the bed where Ellie was sitting on the edge and straddled her lap, she moved her hands over your bare thighs and rested her hands on your ass.

“You know, I’ve always had a crush on you. Ever since middle school science class.” She spoke in a hushed tone trying to keep quiet.

“I know, me too.” You smirk at her.

“Oh yeah? Why didn’t you make a move?” She wraps her arms around your waist and pull you up further so your faces are merely inches apart.

“I did make a move, every year until college. I left notes in your locker, i always picked you as a partner for school projects, i even paid the lunch ladies extra every week so you could get a chocolate muffin free of charge.” You moved your hands so they rested on the back of her neck.

“That was you? Seriously? I just thought the lunch ladies were fuckin awesome!” She grips your waist tighter in shock and excitement over the news you dropped.

“Ellie, I’ve literally been doing everything to get your attention. You just were too busy competing with-“ you caught yourself about to slip Abby’s name in and stutter the rest of your sentence out, “I mean you just were busy looking at other girls.” You rub the back of your neck feeling awkward.

“Competing with Abby? You can say her name, she’s not Voldemort.” She chuckled.

“Yeah… competing with Abby.” Your cheeks got flushed at the mention of her name.

“You think we’re competing now?” The question caught you so off guard you didn’t know how to respond. “Hello?” She waved her hands in your face snapping you back to reality.

“Sorry, just wasn’t expecting that.” You blink a few times to refocus.

“Expecting what?” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

“You to ask me if I thought you guys were competing, are you?” You stood up from her lap and walked over to your closet.

“I mean no, not intentionally at least. To be fair though if we were competing it’s only because you’d put us in that situation.” She reached her arms for you to come back.

Your face got hot and you felt almost angry at her remark, “and what position have I put you in Ellie? You’ve got me on the edge of my seat here so please do tell!” You reached for your nearest sleep set and put the satin shorts on with the matching tank top.

“Look I didn’t mean anything by it i just was saying, you’ve kind of got us in a triangle here. I know something happened between the two of you today, I’m not mad I have no right to be. I just don’t want to waste my time if you’re just going to leave me in the dust. I’m all in for you, always have been.” Your heart fluttered and your gaze softened. “But your hold on me is scary, I’ve dealt with breakups but you’d be my first..” Her brow furrowed.

“You first what?” You walked over and placed your hands on her shoulders and stood between her legs. She placed her hands on your hips.

“You’d be my first heartbreak.” She looked down at her feet.

You pulled her face back up to meet your eyes, “I’m not here to break your heart, I’m not here for a triangle either. Not intentionally at least. I like you, Ellie. I like Abby too I won’t lie to you and say I’m over that but, you’re in my room right now. She’s not. She told me she’d wait for me to figure it out, I’m just very confused and tired and just-“ Ellie put her fingers to your lips and shushed you gently.

“I want you, I’ve always wanted you. But I understand I’m not the only girl for you. I’d like to-“

You crush your lips onto hers, after the initial shock Ellie closed her eyes and kissed into you deeper. “I’ve always wanted you”, you whisper into her mouth.

Authors note: Alright Pt:2 what do we think? It’s a bit jumbled still but I’m gonna do a flashback in the next chapter. I hope you’re hanging on for the ride and let me know who you want to end up with! No guarantees I’ll go with it but I’m curious to know! More of Abby in the next chapter as well so be on the lookout for that! Alright love ya!

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 40 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Can I steal from them?" Duran asked.

He'd found a path through the bodies into the kitchen area and was going through their food.

"I'm not the boss of you," Yore told him.

"True," Duran said as started shoving apples into his bag.

Yore returned to Fanner's side.

He still hadn't turned back around.

"I can carry you across so you don't have to look again."

"You're hurt, though."

"I can manage. It's not far and you don't weigh much."

Fanner hesitated, then nodded.

"Thank you."

Yore bent and lifted Fanner up, cradling him in his arms.

He wasn't heavy but Yore's legs still shook a little as he carried him across the room.

Once they were away from here, they would need to find somewhere safe to rest.

As soon as he set Fanner down outside the front door and glanced around, he knew exactly where they were.

The farmhouse they had been in was on the far side of a field, not far from the woods that crossed into the border.

On the other side of the field was Lainton.

There were probably humans around but for now Yore couldn't see any.

Duran finished filling his bag with stolen goods and joined them outside along with the cluster of Taylors.

"Thanks for your help but we should get going," the Taylor in the blue dress said.

"The others'll be thinking we got eaten or something."

"I don't think humans would eat you," Fanner said. "They can be cruel, but I've never known them to eat anyone."

"That just tends to be the first thing that comes to mind for us, y'know," the Taylor said.

"Big prey bird? Gonna get eaten. Python? Gonna get eaten. Wyvern hatchling? Believe it or not, eaten."

"I'd offer you an escort back but I think I'd only slow you down," Yore said. "

Yeah, you're a mess. Glad you didn't die," the Taylor said. "Well, bye."

********

They made their way the short distance across the field as a group, and then the Taylors split off as they headed into the woods.

Yore felt a little better as soon as he was among the trees.

He wouldn't hold up well at all in a fight right now but this was his home.

He knew this land and it knew him.

Yore was tempted to just return home and try to find somewhere that was still standing to rest but that sounded depressing and more importantly, unsafe.

They would need to get further away from the border than that before they stopped.

Fanner kept shooting him concerned glances.

Yore did his best not to stumble or drag his feet, to feign greater strength than he truly felt.

Not out of ego or insecurity.

He just didn't want Fanner to worry.

Not right now, when there were so many other things to worry about.

"Thank you," Yore told him after they'd been walking for several minutes.

"You saved my life."

"A couple more times and we'll be even."

"Well, let's not keep score."

"You know, there are so many things today that I've just decided not to ask about but we're going to have to have a long conversation some time soon," Duran said.

"This is crazy. All of it... It's just... crazy."

"I know," Fanner said.

"I'm sorry. I thought the cat would just take us to the spire."

"You were trying to go to the spire?" Yore asked.

Fanner nodded.

"I thought that was where you would be."

"Ah. No. Ironically, I came back to look for you."

"For me?"

"I ran into the group. You weren't with them. Lusa said you volunteered to distract the humans so that she and Raya could get away. That was very brave."

"I'm not brave but I couldn't let them get hurt."

"Fanner, being brave doesn't mean being unafraid. Actually, those things are mutually exclusive. Bravery can't exist without the fear it fights against."

Fanner's eyes were on the ground, giving excessive attention to where he was stepping even though the terrain they were moving across didn't pose much challenge.

"Hmm but... maybe."

"I found a man in the woods with his hands cuffed behind his back. You had something to do with that, didn't you?"

Duran let out a bark of laughter.

To Yore's surprise, Fanner bit back a smile.

"He was so stupid. Duran, do you remember what I used to do at parties when men got a little too salacious? When I would pretend not to understand any sexual references, no matter how blatant?"

Duran smiled and shook his head.

"That always worked. I don't know how but it always did. They would think they had the upper hand and you would be easily convinced to follow them off somewhere when no one was looking and of course you simply wouldn't."

"This man thought he had won that game when I did follow him somewhere nobody could see but... you know how I told you I can move energy around?"

"Yes. Energy shaping, right?"

"Yes, that's it. Well, I moved energy out of him and then I ran away."

"Amazing. Did you kill him?

"No, no. I don't like to kill people. I just wanted to get away."

"I may have," Yore said.

"I hit his head quite hard against a tree. Fanner... did he touch you?"

"Well... no, not really much," Fanner said, his arms folding and then unfolding as though he wasn't sure what to do with them.

"I touched him a bit because, you know. To trick him and because I need to make physical contact to pull someone's energy like that."

"You were so brave and clever but I'm sorry that happened.

I promised you that I'd keep you safe and then I left,and harm immediately came to you. You fulfilled your end of the bargain and I feel like I've already let you down."

"When I asked you to protect me, this wasn't even the kind of thing I was thinking of. I just... needed someone to be my rock, I suppose. I never expected you to make sure nothing bad ever happened to me again. I just wanted to know that, if it did, I'd have you on my side. And, well... here you are."

"Here I am, only still standing because of you."

"Well, keeping you standing was my half of the deal."

"Giving me a child was your half of the deal. Everything else was subject to further negotiation."

Duran shot Fanner a look, eyebrows raised but he didn't interrupt the conversation.

Despite everything, Yore found himself letting out a laugh.

Duran had a lot to catch up on.

[briamichellewrites]

31

What did Brad do wrong? He existed on the same planet as her. After going over to his house, Bria found he wasn’t home. She got back to Mike’s about an hour later because she stopped to get a drink from a gas station. The band was surprised to see her back so soon. They were all in the kitchen taking a break, so Joe asked what happened. He wasn’t home. She rang the doorbell and then waited for about five minutes before leaving. What drink did she get?

It was peach-flavored Mountain Dew, which was delicious. Though, she might regret it later. Joe joked about Mike regretting it later. They waited for her to kick his ass. No, he was too fucking cool. He considered that a compliment! After she walked away, they congratulated him. She called me fucking cool! He could die a happy man. They laughed. Mike saw her in the living room after poking his head out.

“Bria, you just made Joe’s day!”

“Fuck yeah, dude!”

They laughed. She came back in full of energy. What the hell was she going to do now? She had no fucking idea but she had so much energy, she wanted to run a marathon! Rob and Brad were still keeping their distance, as the five of them ate the snacks Mike provided. She didn’t notice because she was too busy bouncing around. Phoenix joked that she should never have Mountain Dew again. She stopped bouncing and gave him a look. Uh oh. They knew that look.

Now you ruined it, asshole! They laughed. Brad told her they loved, respected, and feared her. They laughed. As she was bouncing, her phone went off in her pocket. She took it out and saw it was him, so she put him on speaker. After saying hello, he asked if she was coming over to hang out. She told him she was just there but he wasn’t home, so she left.

“I rang the doorbell and everything.”

“I went next door quickly.”

“You’re an asshole. I’m on my way over. Just so you know, I’m drinking a twenty-ounce Mountain Dew, so I’m already fucked up on energy.”

“If you get arrested for driving under the influence or speeding, I don’t know you.”

“Fuck you. I’ll be over in an hour.”

He laughed before saying goodbye. Was she going back over there? Yes, she had some ass to kick. They said goodbye to her. She called out over her shoulder that Joe was under her protection and if anyone hurt him, she would kick their ass! Brad would make sure they didn’t. They looked at each other after she left. Holy shit.

What the hell was that? It was likely her ADHD and mania combined with caffeine and sugar. They would make sure she didn’t have Mountain Dew in the future. The cats noticed the humans in the kitchen, so they meowed for food. Mike was defeated. He went over and shook their food bowls to magically make them more full. Thank you, human! As much as he thought it was annoying, he would someday miss their meowing demands. He was a slave to the cats. After eating, they ran off again.

Brad, I know you’re avoiding me and I know why. I am so sorry for going overboard. I should have kept everything to myself and I’m beating myself up for what I said. I scared you and made you uncomfortable. Please talk to me. I just need to know that there is a chance of being friends again because I miss that. Tell me how I can make it up to you. – Rob

Give me space. Please. I accept your apology. The way you can make it up to me is by giving me time and by getting help! What you said, even if it wasn’t intentional, freaked me the fuck out so much that it made me reevaluate our friendship. I thought you just had a crush on me and I thought that was cute. I figured that’s all it was. Then, you told me about your fantasies about making love to me. No, you should not have said anything. I wish you never had. I don’t want this to escalate further because I do care about you as a brother. I will treat you with respect and kindness because I don’t want this to affect the band. It’s not fair to them. I will let you know when I’m ready. Until then, please don’t contact me. – Brad

Bria was out of energy when she got to Brad’s. It had only taken a half hour, due to traffic. They went down to his basement bar. After sitting down, he asked if she was dating anyone. Yes, she was. Ironically, his name was Brad. They had been together for about a year. He poured her a shot of whiskey before saying he was happy for her. She took a drink. It was very strong, stronger than she was used to.

He wanted to make love to her, but not when she had a boyfriend. What about him? He took a shot. No, he was single. He hadn’t dated anyone since Jennifer. As they continued drinking, they continued talking. She was drunk after three shots since she didn’t drink that often. He laughed because he had never seen her drunk before. She was slurring her words and nothing she said made sense. He gave her some water to help get rid of some of the alcohol.

Hey, this is Brad. I’m using Bria’s phone. She’s going to have to stay here because she’s drunk. If you want to talk to me, call me at 123-456-7890. – Brad

“Bria’s drunk. Brad just texted me”, Mike said.

“How many times has she been drunk”, Joe asked.

“She rarely drinks, so maybe once in her entire life.”

The hangover was going to suck. She was not going to feel good for twenty-four to forty-eight hours, depending on how much she drank and the kind of alcohol she had. Getting drunk every once in a while was okay. As long as it didn’t become a problem. Brad took her and placed her on the couch. He then kissed her and she ran her hands down his chest. His mind told him no! She couldn’t consent. He pulled away and got up. After getting a blanket, he put it over her.

He checked on her after ten minutes and found she wasn’t breathing. Bria! He shook her but got no response, so he called 911. The operator had him turn her to her side, in case she threw up. He gave him more steps to follow, which he did. An ambulance was dispatched and rushed to the address with its sirens on. He let them in and brought them down to where she was unconscious.

They administered CPR until her heart started beating again. They then put an oxygen mask over her face before putting her on a stretcher. Mike got a phone call from Brad. Bria was on her way to the hospital after falling unconscious while asleep. Was she okay? He didn’t have an answer to that. They would meet him at the hospital. After hanging up, he gave the guys the news. Rob backed out on going to the hospital because he didn’t feel like he was welcome. Phoenix decided he would stay with him.

That left Joe, Mike, and Brad. While in the ambulance, Bria woke up. They were relieved, though they didn’t know if she had any brain damage from being without oxygen. Brad introduced himself to Mike. He was introduced to Joe and Bria’s boyfriend, Brad. Since their main concern was her, they would not kick his ass. He thanked them. They then sat down and waited for news.

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[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

When Will was released from the hospital his bruises had gone to green and yellow. He was persuaded to use a cane and made a deal with his father that he would use if it Michael did. They'd filled Lianne and Michael in on the kidnapping and impostor, but said only that the men had been killed in the storm and that the rest had barely escaped with their lives.

Lianne had recognized her son immediately. Michael had, being filled in, apologized for doubting him. Will had shaken his head, saying, "You protected and supported my family."

The animals had also recognized Will immediately, the dogs greeting him with loud whimpers and his cat meowing mournfully as she climbed him.

Will still had trouble looking at Addie, though he accepted and returned her hugs and listened when she spoke.

For her part she didn't feel weird around her father, or so she said when Anne asked her. "I couldn't really visualize it happening," Addie said. "Didn't feel real. The gun felt real, I didn't want to die, but as far as...I mean I still can't visualize it. I guess I would have just dissociated. Anyway, as soon as I saw your eyes do the thing I knew I'd be fine. Don't worry about me, Mom."

Anne noticed Addie was having a hard time keeping from smiling.

"What's her name?" Anne asked and Addie's cheeks reddened.

"Marina."

"Yeah?"

"It's not set in stone yet."

"Okay."

Anne washed Will in the shower that evening and then he sobbed in her arms as she held him.

It was in their bed with the lights off, Tushi and Silver at the foot of the bed, that he spoke.

"They told me what was gonna happen. I told them it was impossible, that I wouldn't be able to...perform even if...They brought a woman in...wasn't her fault, she was just...you know. I don't know where they got her or I'd try to find her, I'm sure they're not the first men to...use her like that."

"Maybe we can find her. Jen's pretty good at that."

"Maybe," he said. "They made me watch things while she..." He shook his head. "I still don't think I could have, even after weeks, I...How could I do that to my little girl even to save her life?"

"It was impossible, Will. She knows that. She doesn't hold it against you."

"I know. But..."

"You know, I knew the first day, that that man wasn't you?"

Will half-smiled. "What gave it away?"

"You really wanna know?"

He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Ing."

He smiled fully and then began to laugh. "Ing." He shook his head and then his smile faded. "I'm glad it was that. And not something more...intimate."

Anne shook her head. "Never considered it until I meant to poison him to protect the girls."

"He didn't hurt them?"

"No. Just couldn't quite hide what the end goal for them was. They could tell." She squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry."

"Hm?"

"After some time, after...trying to rule out possibilities, I did come to think it was you after all. That you'd gotten tired of me, gotten bored, because so many people were saying--"

"I could never," he said softly.

"I know. I know!" she said, tears streaming from her eyes. "And all that time feeling sorry for myself and all that time before, you were sitting in your own shit and being tortured and I wasn't even looking for you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "You kept your promise. That either of us must choose the kids over the other. I would have had to do the same if our positions were reversed and they would have done so much worse to you if they were!" He was weeping as well.

"Anne, I thanked...just...everything that they chose me and not you. And I prayed every day that you wouldn't realize it wasn't me. That...you'd get a divorce, move out, that...it would cause enough upheaval that it would be enough for them, that they'd kill me and you'd never know, or maybe they'd reveal it after, to be cruel. But...that they wouldn't feel the need to carry out that plan, that they'd leave you alone.

"But..." He sucked in his lower lip. "After a while I...all I could think was how I wanted to see my wife, feel your touch, one last time. It was all I could think about through anything. And then you came and I thought I was hallucinating, and I thought that was fine, that was good enough. Figured I was dying. But I heard you...do that thing with your nose, and I then I thought maybe the police were there, I was being rescued, but the lights were still off, and...god, I thought, what have I done?"

"You didn't do anything. I had no idea what I was going to be walking into when I got into that warehouse, and when I saw you, it was...just this mix of joy and horror. Because even if that man pretending to be wasn't, I didn't know if you were dead. And then you weren't but to see you like that, knowing you'd been suffering the whole time..."

"I tried to kill myself so they couldn't use me to hurt my girls. When I couldn't, you were there, giving me strength. I knew you'd protect them because you were smart, stronger than those guys knew. My witch, my fairy woman. I've seen your eyes do that before, you know, but it was quick. Thought it was a trick of the light. Should have seen yourself. Your hair was puffed out all around you, silver like lightning running through it and then the real lightning came through the roof. Was close enough it should have hit all of us, but it only got them. You were glowing. I don't know what you are--witch, changeling from birth, but you're the most incredible person I know, and I wanna continue to grow with you. Grow old with you, grow wise with you."

"I think I'm just a woman. You know, I didn't feel special, but like not in a...unimportant way. Just like...I was connected to every woman there was and ever had been. That I was called upon in that moment but it could have been any woman. I spent so much time considering paranormal, supernatural, sci-fi-esque things to explain what took my husband but it was just men. The magic was in me, but not just me."

He smiled and stroked her hair.

"Will, I...might have to go away."

"Hm?"

She sighed. "I killed a man. In the woods, before we got to the warehouse. It's probably going to be taken for an animal attack, it's just...Della and Addie already have to be quiet about the warehouse stuff and I don't want them to have to carry all that. I want them to be able to go to therapy if they need it, you know?"

Will shook his head. "I think losing their mother, even temporarily, would be worse for them. How many people can say their monsters have been killed? Talk to them. See what they say at least. But I don't think they're going to want you to tell, Anne. There's no one else to haunt them. Those men got what they deserved."

"Who bloody knows?" Anne said. "Some of those men I never would have guessed would go this far. Oh, and then aahh...well." She sighed. "You know Brandon?"

"Mmm...work guy, right?"

"Yeah. I...got him to test a sample from a razor, to see if there might be spores or like alien cells." Her cheeks heated from embarrassment even now.

"And what does he want?" Will asked.

"Well, he wants to hang out. Just as colleagues, you know!" She spoke the last part sarcastically.

"Hmph," Will muttered. "Last time I tried to take care of a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer it bought us years of peace but led to this. So...what do you want to do about it?"

"I want to take him up on it. And I want you to come with me. And we will talk about plants."

He nodded. "I will back up what you say, and talk about the garden, and how we fell in love at a landscaping course."

Anne smiled. "As far as intimacy...I remember when it was me, I wanted it right away, to prove I could, and...so that they wouldn't be the last. But it might be different for you. You tell me what you need? Take your time."

He smiled ruefully. "It's not now." He nodded. "But it's...Do you remember after the verdict and you wanted me to...affirm you as a grown woman?"

"Yeah. You tugged on my armpit hair."

They giggled together. "Well, it was an obvious sign," he said and then sighed. "I think I'd like that, for you to affirm that, and remind me it's you."

"I can do that. When it's time."

He smiled and squeezed her.

"For now, I have you," she whispered to him, as he had to her. "I have you in my arms, I have you close to me. And you are safe."

Addie hung about awkwardly that morning, swinging side to side. Della was grinning beside her. "Um, I have a date tonight," she told her parents.

"With Marina?" Anne asked.

"Yesss," she said with an awkward smile. "But I don't know how to be on a date! How do I not be awkward? How did you guys do it?"

Anne and Will looked at each other and Will grinned.

"I was awkward as hell," Anne said.

"Yes, she was," Will said. "I found it adorable."

Anne cleared her throat. "Addie, you're not unsure of yourself usually. Don't be anything but yourself. If she likes you then she likes you, and that includes the awkwardness."

"Mom's still awkward," Della said.

"Thank you," Anne said, cheeks heating.

"Truth is I was awkward too," Will said. "She just didn't notice. And I'd had more practice."

"There's no perfect first date," Anne said. "That's kind of the charm."

"Okay," Addie said. "Okay. But should I...like...go for thuhhh totally can survive in the woods for weeks look or dress up nicely because it's a nice restaurant?"

"I don't know! What do you think?" Anne asked.

Addie exhaled. "I think I'll dress nicely for the restaurant. Because then I can take her on a hike some other time and she can see I can do both."

"Yeah," Will agreed. "It's how we did it."

That evening, Addie came from her room in a well-fitted suit.

"Wow!" Anne said.

"Damn!" Della agreed.

Addie blushed and asked, "Dad, can you help me do my tie?"

"Yeah," he said, blinking, and got up, murmuring tips and tricks as he did so. He hugged her afterward. "You are the bravest kid in the world, you know that?"

Addie smirked and let go. "It's easy to be brave when my mom's a witch."

"Okay, maybe don't say that on the date," Della said. "And I will concede that she is not a toenail.

"Hm?" Will asked.

Anne laughed. "I'll explain after."

"Show him the picture," Addie said with a grin. "Okay! Hair loose or braided?"

Anne got up and led her to the bathroom mirror. "Well let's see...you have that wonderful little moustache. So what looks better with it? Braided?" She held Addie's hair back from her face. "Or loose?" She spread it out over her shoulders.

"Loose," Addie said. "You think she'll mind when I shave it off in the spring?"

"Well, I don't know, but it's your hair ."

"I know, but just like, I don't want her going in like, oh, I'm dating this girl with long hair and then nope."

"Well, I suppose you'll have to tell her and see, but I think that if she really likes you, she's going to be just fine with you having short hair or no hair, even if she prefers it long. And you might decide once you've tried it that you'd rather grow out your hair again and keep it long. It's up to you."

As they emerged, Cerberus barked as if in approval.

Addie smirked. "Okay! I gotta go."

Della grabbed the keys. "I'll make sure she doesn't ruin it."

"I'm not gonna ruin it! And you're not coming in, you're staying with the car. For once."

"Shut up! Anyway, I'm not waiting around for you. I'll pick you up after."

"Yeah, and you'll be with the car, so there you go."

The door closed behind them and Anne and Will sat on the couch, holding hands as the animals watched through the window as the girls exited the driveway.

"When are Jen and Liss getting here?" Will asked.

"Uh, seven. Soon."

"Good. I am starving."

Jen was picking up Signoli's pizza on the way. They would watch an overrated popular movie and make sarcastic commentary. The deal was it could never be a movie that one of them particularly liked unless that person agreed to it beforehand.

The dogs barked to announce Liss's arrival followed shortly by Jen.

Anne opened the door to greet them. "Noot!" Liss cried in greeting.

"Ing!" Anne greeted back.

The wind picked up as they got to the stairs, making their hair fly about.

No, Anne thought. Not tonight.

Your “spouse” of 20 years has just confessed to having an affair, but they don’t know your secret catchphrase. You suspect whoever or whatever is in front of you is not your spouse.

[thearvariblues]

The Mysterious Case of Jaskier's Immortality

Word count: 3601

*

“So nice to see you again, Yennefer,” Jaskier says, putting on one of his many fake smiles.

“Jaskier,” she replies with a smile that almost looks genuine but Jaskier is pretty sure that it’s not. Which she confirms a few seconds later by saying: “Shouldn’t you be dead already?”

“I see you’re as kind as always, my dear. But don’t you worry, Geralt is doing a very good job when it comes to protecting me.”

“Hm,” Geralt sighs resignedly, clearly regretting his decision to spend the night in an inn instead of the middle of a forest.

To be fair, it was Jaskier who suggested it, claiming that he refused to be eaten by angry drowners, no matter how many times Geralt tried to explain to him that the probability of finding a drowner in the middle of a very dry forest is extremely low.

If Jaskier knew they were going to run into Yennefer in the inn, he would have risked the drowners.

“I don’t doubt that,” Yennefer smirks. “But seriously, how old are you, bard?”

“No idea. I stopped counting after fifty, I think.”

“You know, you don’t look fifty,” she says.

“Oh, well, my mother had an elf lover before I was born, so there’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’m not gonna age anytime soon. Sorry,” Jaskier smiles again, sweetly – and this time, it’s genuine.

“As if,” Geralt grunts.

“I’m sorry, dear?” Jaskier blinks.

“Come on, Jaskier, it doesn’t work like that. You’re a viscount, that means your father must have been a viscount, too.”

“You don’t know much about nobility, do you, Geralt?” Yennefer snorts.

“Hm,” Geralt grunts. “Still, he’s not a half-elf.”

“Let me guess, you’re a Witcher, therefore you could smell it if I was? I hate to break it to you, dear heart, but you’re going to have your nose checked.”

“You’re not a half-elf, Jaskier,” Geralt repeats. “You’re not immortal, you just… look young.”

“Yeah, right, you got me,” Jaskier shrugs. “I just look good because I moisturize. Happier now?”

“Much,” Geralt nods. “See? You can be honest if you want.”

“Yup,” Jaskier nods. “Honesty personified. Now please excuse me, I need to go and moisturize some more. Internally. With ale.”

*

“I’m actually a mermaid, you know?” Jaskier grins the next time he’s asked, this time by a very confused and very old Valdo Marx.

“A siren, Jaskier. Not a mermaid,” Geralt sighs, praying to Melitele to give him strength. “And you’d know that, of course, if you actually were a siren.”

“Just so you know, the term siren is actually quite offensive to my people.”

“You mean idiots?” Geralt chuckles. “You’re not a siren, Jask.”

“Can you prove that I’m not?”

“Well, last week you tripped and fell into this creek that was like… knee-deep, and you nearly drowned.”

“I was in shock!” Jaskier proclaims dramatically. “But I have a proof that I am, or at least could be a siren.”

“What proof?”

“Well, my lovely voice, of course!”

“Not as lovely as you think it is,” Valdo Marx snorts.

“Come on, Jaskier,” Geralt sighs, ignoring the old troubadour. “You have much better voice that any siren I’ve ever heard.”

“Geralt of Rivia!” Jaskier gasps, clutching his chest. “Was that a compliment?!”

“Fuck,” Geralt mutters. “I didn’t mean…”

“Really though, Jaskier,” Valdo says. “How?”

“That’s a secret I’ll take to the grave, I’m afraid,” Jaskier grins. “Once I manage to reach it.”

“Keep on with the bullshit, Jaskier,” Geralt growls, “and you can reach it tonight.”

“Fifty years traveling with him, and he still thinks he can scare me. Cute, isn’t he?” Jaskier laughs. “Oh, Geralt you could never.”

“Try me.”

*

“All right, I’ll tell you my secret,” Jaskier winks at Ciri, who lifts an eyebrow. “I’ve got this neat… magic ring.”

“Hmmm,” Ciri observes. “Looks like a normal signet ring to me.”

“Well… Yeah, well, it looks like it, all right, but actually–”

“Jaskier, I was born a princess. This is clearly a Pankratz family signet ring.”

“Damn,” Jaskier groans. “Like father like daughter, eh?”

“Sorry,” Ciri shrugs.

*

“I got myself cursed.”

Triss Merigold lifts an eyebrow.

“Somebody cursed you to live forever, is that so?” she asks and her voice is almost dripping with disbelief.

“More like cursed me,” Geralt murmurs.

“Oh, shut up, Witcher, you know you couldn’t live without me,” Jaskier smiles brightly, and Geralt has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling back.

“Hm,” he says instead.

“Eloquent as ever,” Jaskier nods.

“Would you like me to...” Triss clears her throat. “You know, try to lift the curse?”

“No!” Geralt yells before he can stop himself.

“See?” Jaskier beams. “You could never live without me!”

*

“A bruxa,” Jaskier repeats to a young man who claims to be his son, but looks older than his supposed father.

“You’re not a bruxa, Jaskier!” Geralt whines.

“Excuse me, and how would you know?”

“Because I’m a fucking Witcher?!”

“Well, you’re clearly a fucking horrible Witcher if you haven’t noticed until now!”

“I think I’d notice if you tried to sneak out of the camp at nights to feed,” Geralt comments, crossing his hands. “You can’t even sneak out to take a piss, Jask.”

“Maybe I do that on purpose!”

“Besides, bruxae are mostly women.”

“Mostly being the important word here.”

“Fuck’s sake, Jaskier. You won’t even eat a piece of meat if it’s not so well-done that it’s almost cremated.”

“Do you know how disgusting the blood is, Geralt?!” Jaskier groans, and then immediately blinks when he realizes what he just said. “I meant…”

“Case closed,” Geralt nods, satisfied.

“Oh, dear,” Jaskier mutters. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

“Uhm, my lords, if I may,” the young man says.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but if you’re aging like a normal human, you’re probably not my son,” Jaskier shrugs. “Sorry. I get it why your mum might be confused, though. It was quite a night, with at least four–”

“And that’s enough,” Geralt says, grabbing Jaskier by the collar and pulling him away from the man. “You know, lifting the curse seems like a good idea now.”

“There isn’t really a curse, Geralt,” Jaskier laughs.

Geralt sighs, his lips curling into a tiny smile that Jaskier cannot see.

“Thank fuck.”

*

“You see, we were in a crazy mage’s tower and I saw this bottle and I thought it was slivovitz, so I drank it, but it seems that it actually was some sort of an immortality potion,” Jaskier explains to a lady at the ball, whose grandmother he’d apparently fucked once, when said grandmother was still a young, unmarried woman.

Geralt only blinks, because it’s the first truly plausible explanation for Jaskier’s mysterious immortality.

“Oh, that must be so horrible to watch everyone you love die!” the woman nods enthusiastically. “Perhaps you’d like to tell me about it in private?”

“Of course, my dear…” Jaskier smiles. “Just… wait a second. How old is your mother?”

“Forty-seven, why?”

Jaskier’s lips are moving silently for a few seconds while he counts, and then thy turn into a wide grin.

“No reason, dear,” he says, offering her his arms. “Shall we?”

When Jaskier and the lady flee the ball, Geralt pulls out his flask of White Gull and pours its contents into his empty tankard.

So, a potion…

*

“There is no such thing as an immortality potion, Geralt,” Yennefer shakes her head.

“How can you be so sure?” Geralt asks. “Maybe this mage really did find a way to at least make the human life longer!”

“And why would he do that?” Yennefer scoffs. She has been doing that a lot since she finally ended their relationship for good about twenty years ago. (He later found out that she had left him for none other than Triss Merigold, but Yennefer still doesn’t know that he knows, and he’s having way too much fun with it to break the fact to her. So right now, he is pretending he doesn’t notice that Triss is eavesdropping on their conversation behind the door leading to Yennefer’s bedroom, and that he absolutely believed Yen when she claimed that the loud thud a few minutes ago was caused by a cat.) “We are immortal, Geralt, unless killed. There is no reason for any of us to make a potion that would make a human live forever.”

“Well, perhaps this mage fell in love with a human and wanted them to stay with him!”

Yennefer pauses, inspecting Geralt from head to toe and back again, and then she sighs.

“Oh, Geralt. Really?”

“Really what?” Geralt blinks, genuinely confused.

“Oh,” Yennefer murmurs. “Oh, no. Really?”

“Really what, Yen?”

“You mean you don’t… Oh, dear gods. Really?”

“Yen, I swear that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Geralt grunts, frowning.

Yennefer rolls her eyes and tries counting to ten to calm herself down. She doesn’t even get to three before Geralt’s eyes go wide.

“Oh,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed, Geralt,” she nods solemnly. “Fuck, indeed.”

*

“I found a djinn, he granted me a wish,” Jaskier says when Geralt asks him, about five minutes after his meeting with Yennefer. (He agreed to use a portal to get to the bard as soon as possible. A fucking portal!) The bard is sitting in a tavern and eating his dinner, utterly undisturbed by the sudden appearance of an angrier-than-usual Witcher.

“You never mentioned a djinn,” Geralt growls. “And after your last encounter with one, I sincerely doubt you’d engage with another.”

“You clearly don’t know me at all–”

“Besides, Valdo Marx, as far as I know, had an apoplexy while fucking a young student on his desk, and I don’t think you’d ever let him die like that if you had a choice.”

“You see, that was kind of a my mistake, since I didn’t specify the time and the circumstances of his apoplexy in my wish, so…”

“What was your third wish?”

“Pardon me?”

“Your immortality, Valdo Marx dropping dead, that’s two. What was the third one? And don’t even try to mention the Countess de Stael, since you’d have to dig her up first.”

“That was disgusting, even for you, you know that, Geralt?”

“How are you immortal, Jaskier?!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Jaskier puts a piece of bread in his mouth and grins.

“Maybe some other time, Witcher.”

*

“I am a fae,” Jaskier replies a day later.

“You’re not a fucking fae, bard.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you fucking lie, Jaskier. All the time.”

“Fuck. Didn’t think of that.”

*

“You see, there was this artifact–”

Geralt closes his eyes, turning Roach around.

“Let’s consult Yennefer about this.”

“Oh, mother of…” Jaskier whines. “All right, no artifact, there was no artifact! Geralt, I’m telling you, there was no…”

*

“You’re not a succubus.”

“But it would be a perfect explanation, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re not succubus, because if you were, you’d know that a male one is called an incubus.”

“Oh, you and your stupid Witcher terms again.”

“You’re not an incubus, Jaskier, because if you were, I could never let you near Eskel.”

“All right… Explain, please?”

Geralt grunts.

“I’d really rather not.”

*

“A dragon,” Jaskier grins victoriously.

“No,” Geralt says, shaking his head.

“No,” Jaskier agrees with a sigh.

“You know you could just tell me the truth and be done with it, right?”

“Hm… No.”

*

“All right, enough is enough,” Jaskier growls that night in their rented room, tossing his doublet aside. “You’ve asked me three times today, Geralt. Why the sudden interest in my immortality?”

“As you said, enough is enough. You’ve been traveling with me for what, a hundred years?”

“A hundred and four.”

“Yes, and you still look the same as the day I met you in Posada!” Geralt growls. “And it drives me mad!”

“It wasn’t driving you insane for at least fifty years, so why the sudden change of heart?”

“Fuck off, bard. You don’t have to tell me. I don’t care.”

“But you do, Geralt,” Jaskier says, taking a step towards the Witcher. “Why?”

He’s standing in Geralt’s personal space, his chemise half undone, and he’s watching Geralt with those sincere blue eyes, and Geralt can’t fucking think…

“Because I love you, you idiot!” he snaps. “Because I fucking love you and I need to know if I can love you, or you’re gonna just drop dead one day without a warning!”

“Oh,” Jaskier whispers, his lips forming into a huge, happy smile. “Oh, fucking finally.”

“Fucking… what?” Geralt blinks, his arms suddenly full of an enthusiastic bard.

“I love you too, you silly Witcher,” Jaskier laughs. “I’ve loved you for a hundred years! Well, a hundred and four, but who’s counting?”

“You…” Geralt mutters.

“Silly, silly Witcher,” Jaskier repeats, pressing his lips against Geralt’s in a kiss that could be described as chaste, or at least the chastest Jaskier has ever been capable of. “We’re going to Lettenhove in the morning.”

“We are?”

“Oh, yes,” Jaskier whispers. “See, I’ve told you the truth about the source of my immortality once. But I think you need to see it to believe me.”

“Wait, you have? When?” Geralt asks. “Was it the artifact? Just tell me, I promise I won’t make you consult it with–”

“Shut up now,” Jaskier says, kissing Geralt again with way less chastity than before. “And in the meantime, believe me this – you can keep loving me, and I’m not planning on dropping dead anytime soon. Also, I’ve spent the last hundred years imagining fucking you senseless, so if you’re not opposed to the idea, perhaps we could, well…”

The kiss that this idea gets him is as far from chaste as one could possibly get.

And Jaskier definitely isn’t about to complain.

*

“You sure this is a good idea?” Geralt asks as they march towards the Lettenhove castle’s gates. He tugs at his doublet’s collar, way too tight for his liking. He’d much rather walk in there wearing his usual attire, but Jaskier insisted that Geralt must look presentable if he wants to meet his family.

It turns out that it only takes a single I love you to turn the bard into a manipulative bastard. Who would have guessed?

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Jaskier replies, grinning cheerfully. “And stop frowning, you’re gonna scare the servants, love.”

“How long it’s been since your last visit here, Jaskier?” Geralt says, his frown deepening. “Who rules Lettenhove now, hm? Aren’t you only going to be a distant relative, a great-great-uncle risen from the grave?”

“I sure hope not,” Jaskier chuckles, stopping in front of the guards by the gate. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Viscount Julian, here to see the Viscountess Madeleine.”

“How can you still be a viscount?” Geralt blinks when one of the guards promptly disappears inside.

“We kind of decided to, you know, share the title,” Jaskier shrugs. “Seemed fair. Besides, father, well, the former viscount, insisted that I inherit the title, but he never mentioned anything about Mads not inheriting it, so…”

“How could your father have known who the viscount is going to be in almost a hundred years?”

“He really didn’t,” Jaskier chuckles. “See, it will all start to make sense once you meet her.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for.”

*

The guard returns a few minutes later, telling them that the Viscountess will meet them in the garden.

Geralt, knowing a thing or two about nobility, think it’s a little weird, but isn’t about to protest. He only thinks he could have left the fancy clothes at the tavern.

“Oh, shut up, you,” Jaskier chuckles when Geralt voices this thought. “You look gorgeous.”

“I know. You’ve mentioned it a few times. But I didn’t have to look like that, because we’re going to meet the ruler of this land in a fucking garden, and–”

“Julian!”

A woman in a long white dress throws herself at Jaskier, who happily catches her. Geralt’s first instinct is to reach for his sword, only to realize that he (luckily) left it in the tavern – because Jaskier insisted, of course.

“Madeleine,” Jaskier chuckles. “You haven’t aged a day.”

“Oh, yes. Shocking, isn’t it?” she laughs, pulling away from him, and for the first time, Geralt truly looks at her.

The woman is shorter than Jaskier, slim, and her dress is much, much simpler than Geralt would have expected considering the fact that is supposed to be a viscountess. She has dark, long hair and her face is so beautiful that it almost – but only almost – takes the focus off her pointed ears.

“Lady Madeleine,” Jaskier grins, “may I introduce Geralt of Rivia, my Witcher. Geralt, this is Lady Madeleine, the current ruler of Lettenhove and my younger sister.”

“You’re…” Geralt blinks.

“A half-elf, yes,” she nods. “Julian! You haven’t told him?”

“Hardly my fault. I really tried,” Jaskier shrugs. “But he just wouldn’t believe me.”

“So you brought him here to prove it to him, rather than to visit your beloved sister? You are a horrible, horrible sibling, Julian!”

“Your… sister,” Geralt mutters, all his thoughts speeding through his head, colliding and falling down, one over another.

“Yes, we definitely share a mother,” Jaskier confirms. “Most likely a father, too, and trust me, it wasn’t the old viscount. Madeleine got the elvish looks, I only got the non-aging bit. Well, apparently.”

“But…” Geralt blinks. “Your father. The title.”

“Yen was right, dear heart, you really don’t know shit about nobility,” Jaskier snorts. “But I admit that even though our dear departed noble father knew that Mads wasn’t his daughter, obviously, it never occurred to him that I might not be his true son.”

“But you don’t age!”

“In his defense, that only became clear after his unfortunate passing.”

“And you aren’t going to start to age anytime soon,” Geralt mutters. “You really aren’t.”

“Told you so, didn’t I?” Jaskier winks, letting go of his sister and wrapping his arms around his lover instead.

“I… I…” Geralt stammers. “Fuck.”

“Maybe later, love,” Jaskier smiles. “Madeleine, my dear, wouldn’t you say that my return calls for a feast?”

“Absolutely. In fact, I have started the preparations the second my spies informed me that you have crossed the border.”

“Oh, so we have spies now?”

“It’s really only a net of nosy old ladies, but it works wonders,” Madeleine laughs. “I must admit, though, that I was only planning a feast to celebrate you coming home, but now I see we have a much better reason to party. Tell me, brother, did you finally get your stupid Witcher?”

Jaskier smiles brightly, turning his head to Geralt.

“Yes. I finally got my stupid Witcher.”

“Party,” the Witcher in question growls. “Is that why you made me dress like a pompous prick?”

“No, that was because while I find your usual self extremely attractive, you still look much better when your hair is properly combed and you’re not covered in monster blood.”

“Hm,” Geralt hums, but wraps his arm around the bard to hold him close.

“Oh, yes, about monsters,” Madeleine says with the most innocent expression Geralt has seen since Ciri broke Vesemir’s favorite vase at Kaer Morhen. “You see, we have a tiny problem with a cockatrice…”

“Right,” Geralt nods. “I’ll go grab my armor from the tavern.”

“That won’t be necessary. I have already arranged for your things to be brought to the castle. And your horse,” she adds before Geralt can even open his mouth. “You can leave for your quest as soon as the servants get here.”

“So much for you not being covered in monster blood,” Jaskier sighs.

“Hm,” Geralt grins. “Lady Madeleine, I suppose you happen to have a bathtub somewhere in the castle?”

“Of course. In fact, there is a private bathroom right next to Julian’s bedroom.”

“Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier purrs. “You know me so well.”

“Yes, and I expect to get to know you even better. In another hundred years or so.”

Jaskier laughs, pulls Geralt closer to him and kisses him.

“Another thousand years, I’d say.”

*

“What… the… fuck?!” Geralt croaks, staring at the smouldering remains of the cockatrice that would have surely killed him if Jaskier… If Jaskier…

The bard looks at his hands, then at the cockatrice, and then back at his hands again.

“Geralt? I have a feeling that I’m not really… A half-elf.”

“No shit.”

“I think I might be… Uhm…”

“Oh, shit,” Geralt whispers.

“I suppose, uhm, you know…” Jaskier stammers, wiping his palms on his trousers like he could wipe away the feeling of literal flames shooting out of them mere moments ago.

“Yeah. We’re gonna have to consult this with Yen.”

“Splendid,” Jaskier sighs. “Can it at least wait after the feast?”

“After more than a hundred years of you not even knowing, I think one feast will be fine.”

“Thank the gods. Madeleine would kill me if I tried to leave now,” Jaskier chuckles. “Let’s go, then. We need to get the fried monster remains out of your hair.”

“You’re… I was fucking right! You’re not a half-elf!”

“Yeah, you’re a great Witcher,” Jaskier nods, grabbing Geralt’s arm and dragging him away from the monster. “Didn’t notice I was secretly a fucking mage, but otherwise a great Witcher.”

“Explains a lot, though.”

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. I always had a thing for mages, you know.”

“Oh, Geralt. You’re such a fucking idiot,” Jaskier chuckles.

“Made you laugh,” Geralt shrugs, smiling.

Jaskier shakes his head.

“I’m so, so gonna drown you in that bathtub.”

“My love,” Geralt grins, “you’re more than welcome to try.”

***

Tagging @lottelorelei - I’m sorry I always forget to reply to your lovely comments, but believe me, they always put a big smile on my face! :)

[followingthefanfiction]

Jason Moran Dezon

Jason Moran Dezon, The Most Dangerous Boy in town

Leo: The Dangerous Nature

Catchphrase: “Hey I’m a terrible person, but I’m a decent guy!” :D

Favorite Ride: The Shooting Gallery

Intro: When he was younger, Jason Dezon would visit his aunt on the weekend. His aunt, Miss Connors, was a wicked woman as you already know. Only three, he would do his best to protect his younger cousin, Sarah Marie. This was a trend he would continue all his life. He did his best to shake off the abuse. The beatings never bothered him, he knew he was just protecting the defenseless child. However, after being called multiple choice words and being told he was a terrible boy, he began to believe it. As he grew older, he visited the Connors house less, and jail more. He was then abandoned by his family, and decided that he would stop relying on anyone to help him or his cousin. His final visit to the Connors house left an impression on everyone. Jason Dezon had had enough of the beatings, and on instinct, pulled a knife on Mr. Connors. This got Jason sent to jail for 2 years. In jail, he was constantly treated like he was nothing. Many others called him a danger and a menace. He decided, that if everyone was going to think of him like that, he would at least have fun with it. Sure, he would be a danger, but only to those he beloved deserved it. Every inmate in prison was there for a reason, so in his mind, it didn’t matter if he hurt them. His family had never cared for him, so it didn’t matter if he hurt them. It didn’t matter if he stole, threatened, or harmed anyone. This was because no one cared if any of those things happened to him. The only person he believed was worth being kind to, was his little cousin. The one who had always believed in him. Unfortunately, when he came to visit the Connors to see her, she no longer believed in him. With her thinking he was as violent as the rest of their family, he had nothing left holding him to sanity. He decided he would make the town burn for how broken he had become. This is how Jason Dezon become The Most Dangerous Boy in town.

Song Title: The Bomb

Song Theme: I could be a murderer and want to kill people, like everyone in town. But I have a tragic past, so you love me ;) …please love me and fix me

Dialogue lines: :

“woah woah woah, you can’t just ask someone why they were in jail for 2 years…”

“I guess I am the way I am because no one saw me as anything else, but I didnt want to be as bad as they thought, so I met the expectations halfway.”

“I would never harm an innocent. It’s just that no one in this town is innocent. I dont think anyone is really innocent. Soooo, yeah, I guess I’ll hurt anyone.”

”You touch my cousin, you fucking die. That’s it.”

”I’m like, the worst person, but I’m also. A lonely person.”

“FUCK YEAH DUDE!!! GET THAT SEXY CAT PLANET TO WORSHIP YOU !”

“You ever create elaborate plans to murder people, then almost go through with it? I do that every day. All day. Isn’t fire pretty. Why are you backing away :) am i scaring you >:)?”

“listen, dude,,,, you rock. But auto tune? Not in style anymore, sorry buddy.”

“Oh I remember you!! The guy who wanted to be a smoker stripper whatever at like age five! You’re so cool.”

“Who… the fuck… is that creepy ass doll. If she gets close to me, I’ll kill her. I don’t care if we are dead.”

“I’m killing you all starting with Ocean. You think I’m kidding? I’ll find a way.”

Character Thoughts:

Ocean is gonna die and I’m gonna kill her myself

Noel is awesome, he wants to fuck and die. Same buddy. Also, he took care of Marie all these years ya know? He’s gotta be worth something.

Mischa. Sarah Marie Connors, if he breaks your heart I break him. Thats like my job as your older brother figure.

Ricky, my dude, you are weird as fuck, but I respect you. You horny? Be horny. Even for cat ladies. Just treat them right.

Keep the doll fuck away from me. Creepy ass shit.

Choirsona thoughts: 

Havent met anyone yet. Get ready for me world. 

[lavenderinmoonlight]

Ok, got my doughnut, let's go-

Episode 3

Again. I strongly protest my part in this deal.

COME ON, BIG GUY, YOU GOT THIS- I think... oh nope, uhhh lemme work on that escape plan-

MA'AM, please, what is with the insults, I did nothing-

Ohhhh, the Surge gang... this got interesting.

CROW I THOUGHT WE WERE TAKING HER ALIVE- oh she's fine. Oh she's gonna hate us...

Ok to be fair, I'm still not sure what my opinion of Crow is yet... ah y'all were raiders? No, I do think he's good deep down...

I KNEW IT, I'M TELLING YOU, WE'RE INADVERTENTLY WORKING FOR SURGE BRO

Yes, very eloquent, boss... I KNEW ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT YOU MF, I KNEW IT.

HE HAS A KITTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAA

NVM, HE IS A CAT LOVER RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

Aw no Crow... Crow don't cry, it's ok bubby... why the frick would I run away, you big lug smh. Why the frick would I think you're an animal bro- oh. OH. UM. OKAY THEN.

I mean after all that, yeah might as well stay, bro- OMG. WELP.

(Gosh when they get like that augh- *punches wall*)

HOLDDDDDDDDDDDDD UP. DID I STAY THE NIGHT- AYO??

Episode 4

Omg I stayed the night, wow-

He sounds happy agh 😭

YEAH IT IS LUCKY YOUR CAR'S WRECKED, I CAN'T KEEP SECRETS BRUV.

Dannie knows doesn't she- yep, yep she does.

BECAUSE IT'S SO OBVIOUS DANNIE-

Wait wait, don't let Dannie die, ok, I like her. Dannie lives, please.

Dannie NO. NO SHE BETTER BE OKAY.

I call dibs on the pistol-

Please be ok Dannie please- omg kitty!!!

DANNIE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Episode 5

Crow, we will get him, but calm down first please

... I'm not gonna die again right? Right? Cuz uh- I don't like how that sentence went- yeah come here, bub.

Oh greattttt, they're expanding their power...

Mindspike sounds like a control drug- THE SIDE EFFECTS LOL-

Ok either I'm gonna die or Crow is gonna die and I'm going to end up crying over his recorded tapes.

"Oh and one for good luck-" *no no no melting stop it me*

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT- CROW-

Istg if one more person calls me b*tch.

*crochet project has been completely abandoned for the moment*

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH THEY'VE BEEN TAKING SAMPLESSSSSSS...

Hey girllllllll... thanks for the apology I really appreciate that- THERE'S A BABY HERE- why is the baby named Project Vengeance bro.

Oh precious angel

No I'm not ready Crow, one of us is gonna die-

Episode 6

K, he's monologuing, now would be the PERFECT time to shoot-

Here we gooooooo... DON'T INSULT CROW LIKE THAT- AND DON'T TALK ABOUT DANNIE LIKE THAT-

YES- ooh no wait this is kinda troublesome... UM I'D VERY MUCH LIKE TO MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE, BRO- BOTH OF US ALIVE PLEASE.

No no no no not ready for this not ready for this- aaaaaaaaagh that sounded like it hurt-

AUGH THAT SOUNDED LIKE IT HURT-

I'm sorry guy, it's for a good cause I promise-

AHHH LET'S GO MUSICCCCCCCCCCC

I don't like this idea dang it-

🎶She's a maniac, maaaaaaniac on the floor...🎶

The end is uncomfortably close...

GEEZ, when they lowkey get demanding, gosh-

We're gonna be chill, we'll be fine...

ROSE, PLEASE, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE, PLEASE LET CROW GO-

I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO LIVE, BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO DIE PLEASE-

NOOOO CROW COME ON-

NO DAMMIT-

SHUT UP THERE'S A CROW CAWING- WHY IS ROSE HERE-

NOT EGGYOLK- AND THE NAME CHANGE-

*kicks over table* NOT THE CASSETTE TAPE I KNEW ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

... Yeah this was great, great story. Um- Neon Wings is the next part okay...

I DIDN'T CRY THIS TIME, THOUGH- I managed to beat that part, hah.

(I thought Saku and Nora were the best at angst, dammit, I'm so dead-)

BACK ON THE BINGE

K I'm not the biggest fan of sci-fi, dystopian type stories, but we'll see, this could be interesting.

Episode 1: "But this story isn't about me." Me with my one braincell: "It's not?" "It's about you." "It is?"

I automatically distrust and dislike the CEO.

Oh dope, I'm an investigator...

Damn ok, fine, Crow- *checks tags* "Coworkers to lovers" right, not enemies-

I need a himbooo... I'm holding out for a himbo till the end of the niiiiiiiiiiiight

WHO IS EGGYOLK- DOES HE HAVE A BUBBAS?

Oh yeah we going clubbing- neverrrrrrr mind-

I'm grinning so hard at the music playing, I love Hall & Oates, wow...

(Btw I'm listening to this while screaming in the friend chat about Tigress and Po smh)

THANK YOU CROW I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND- yet, i'm sure there's a yet smh... NOT THE POLITICALLY CORRECT COMMENT LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok we're so in trouble smh, Crow, can you be any more obvious. Or blatant. No sir, I'm not sure he's all the way there, either.

*facepalming* Is this why his last partner died-

Please put down the lighter- oh my gosh-

Episode 2:

I'm with him, please don't arrest me-

... Actually Crow you're not saying enough, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LAST TWO PARTNERS BRO-

I'm gonna take you up on that offer actually-

No Crow, I have a very bad feeling about these missions now

... he doesn't have a license- actually not that shocking now that I think about it

Yeah, water's great! *has not drank a drop all day-*

Ok he's got a point about modern struggles though.

Omg, the soundtrack for this is going to be fire too aughhhhhhhh

*catches myself smiling at the dancing scene* *immediately hitting pause* *jabbing finger at Escaped* NO I'M NOT GONNA FALL FOR HIM, YOUR TRICKS AREN'T GONNA WORK THIS TIME DANG IT.

YES PLEASE I WILL JOIN YOU FOR LUNCH.

No I'm not falling for Crow. It's not gonna happen.

Oh flashback, nice.

We're inadvertently working with the Surge gang aren't we.

No boss I want foodddddddddd...

Boi. What do you know about Acid Rain. I KNEW IT-

If you don't see a body, they ain't dead. And even if you see a body, they're still probably not dead.

Listen, Imma need everyone to STOP TRYING TO BLOW ME UP.

*hears gun cock* Oh we're screwed.

NOT SINGLE COMBATTTTTTTTTTTTT LET'S GO- oh she kinda cute ngl- I TAKE IT BACK, WHY DO I GOTTA DIE IF HE LOSES- HANG ON NO, THIS IS NOT OKAY-

[skyeet-the-writer]

okay i’m not sure if you are taking like open requests but corpse and reader are dating and nobody really knows but like the fans ship it and stuff, and they are playing among us with jack, felix, rae ect,, and someone invites somebody and it’s reader ex boyfriend and corpse notices that she’s acting really quiet and he texts her like “baby are you okay??” and she tells him that’s her toxic ex and during an emergency meeting, her ex suspects her and when she defends herself he says something along the lines of “don’t believe her she’s a fucking liar, she’s been one since the day i first met her” and everyone is like ??? but corpse flips out on him and just snaps telling him to leave his girlfriend alone which breaks his cover so everyone knows about you guys and just like really mad corpse and having to help him calm down and you get up from your seat to see him in his streaming room and just sit on his lap and he’s like “fuck that guy it’s okay baby we can just play minecraft or something” lmaooo 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i know that was so specific but the thought makes me so soft i would actually cry if you wrote this

This Is A Shout Out To My Ex

here’s my first request guys! so sorry they’re taking so long. i’m trying to get these done before i do anything else. hope you guys enjoy! x,

corpse x female!reader

summary: while paying a game with her friends, y/n’s toxic ex joins the game. when he calls her a liar, corpse snaps and defends his girlfriend

word count: ~4.4k

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, gaslighting, near-death experiences, swearing, some angst but it has a super fluffy end!

Living with your boyfriend is, obviously, amazing in every way. You see each other all the time, you get to cuddle almost all the time, and you get to see his handsome face every morning.

Probably, the only downside is the fact that living together makes it nearly impossible to hide the fact that you’re dating.

But, somehow, you’ve managed to keep it a secret from you rabid fans for the past four months. You literally have no idea how because you’re pretty sure you accidentally got a glimpse of Corpse walking by while you were doing a vlog.

Miraculously, no one noticed it. Then again, none of your fans knew what he looked like, so there’s a plus. There were one or two comments asking who the person in the back was, but you lied and said it was a friend. Technically, you weren’t wrong.

And so you’ve been trying to keep your relationship with Corpse on the DL to avoid any stress or anxiety his way. You could deal with it, you’ve been doing Youtube for years and could handle almost anything. Corpse, bless his heart, might not be able to.

One morning, you’re awoken by some slight tugging on your hair. You crack your eyes open but the bright light makes you whine and close them again. There’s a soft laugh behind you and you roll over onto your back, scooting over closer to him. You stretch your legs and grin, still keeping your eyes closed. 

“Did you sleep at all?” you ask in a quiet voice, your head resting on your lover’s chest.

“No,” he answers in his deep voice and you feel him play with your hair. “Anxiety, insomnia, the usual shit.”

You hum and open your eyes slowly, deciding to brave the light. You blink up at Corpse who is staring at the ceiling. “What were you thinking about?” Your own voice is a bit scratchy and rough. 

He looks down at you and you take notice of how bloodshot his eyes are and the bags under his eyes. “How pretty you are when you sleep.” He grins.

“You watched me when I slept?” you ask and playfully narrow your eyes at him. “You creep.”

He laughs and you turn around onto your side, your back facing him. “Baby, no, I didn’t mean it that way.”

You smile. “You’re so creepy, Corpse.”

He doesn’t say anything but you hear him sit up in bed. You begin to ask what he’s doing but then he lifts up the back of your shirt to press a few kisses to your back. “You’re still here, though. With me.”

“Hm. Yeah.” You turn around and he gazes at you. “Because I love you.”

His eyes light up in the way that they always do when you tell him those three, simple words. You love seeing them light up that way and you grin. “I love you, too.” He leans in for a quick kiss.

“What time is it?” you ask when you pull away.

Corpse reaches over to his side of the bed and turns his phone on. “Noon.”

“Noon?” you shout and sit up so quickly you get a head rush. “We were supposed to be playing Among Us with Sean, Pewds, Toast, Rae, and them.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You turn and see him with his hands covering his face.

You walk over to him and kneel next to him. “Babe? What’s up?”

He just groans and you frown. He doesn’t feel good. 

You push his hair from his forehead. “I can tell them that you’re not feeling up for it. They all know you, they’d understand.”

He shakes his head and runs his hands down his face before they rest on his chest. “No. No, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” He gives you a smile.

You kiss his cheek. “Okay, then, babe. C’mon, we’re gonna be late.” You grab his hands and tug him up until he’s in a sitting position. He pulls you in for another kiss but you lean away.

“You have morning breath,” you tell him when he gives you his sad eyes. “Brush your teeth and then I’ll kiss you.”

That seems to get him out of bed and into the bathroom while you change clothes. You change out of your sweatpants and t-shirt and into jeans and a shirt. He walks out of the bathroom yawning and you walk past him to go to the bathroom.

I wish he’d sleep, you think to yourself while brushing your teeth. After brushing your teeth, you wash your face and do a little bit of makeup so you don’t look like you just rolled out of bed even though you did.

Corpse walks into the bathroom as you’re finishing your makeup and has a mug of coffee for you. You’re the only one in the house who drinks coffee since he can’t, so you always find it so sweet that he makes it for you.

“You made me coffee?” you ask and he nods. You take it from him and give him a peck. “Thank you, love.” 

You take a sip and grab your phone from your nightstand and shove it into your pocket. You walk out of the bedroom the two of you share and into the kitchen to check on your cat. 

Before you met him, Corpse had never really wanted a pet. He said that they die and he doesn’t want to deal with that, which you understand. But after the two of you had been dating for three months and you had been living with him for a month and a half, you begged him to let you get a cat. You knew he couldn’t say no to you. 

“Where’s Inky?” you call out to your boyfriend after not finding your cat in the living room or the kitchen. 

“In here,” he calls back and you follow his voice. Corpse is sitting in his chair getting ready to stream. You spot a black cat sitting on his table, licking at his hand. Corpse laughs and pets the animal on the head. “Stop licking me, girl. Your tongue feels weird.”

You smile and walk over to him, picking the cat up. “Come on, Inky, let’s leave dad to do his job, yeah?”

The young cat meows up at you and stares into your soul with her green eyes. You lock her gaze and have a staring contest. You lose, however, and blink away. 

“Why is your cat so weird?” you ask, placing the cat back down and watch her run away. 

“Probably gets it from her mom,” Corpse mumbles and you hear a smile. 

You scoff and smack his hand away gently when he reaches out to you. “Fine, you don’t get a kiss before the stream.”

“No, wait!” he shouts and grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. “I was kidding, baby.”

You smile at him and cup his cheek. “I know.” You lean down and give him a long, deep kiss. You feel him smile against your lips and you pull away. He gives you a smile.

“I love you,” he mutters, brushing some hair away from your face. 

“I love you more.” You grab his hand and press a kiss against his knuckles. You take a step back. “I’ll see you in the Discord chat, babe.”

“Okay. Also, don’t close the door all the way!” he calls to you and you look back at him, your hand on the doorknob. 

“Why?” you ask, leaning on the doorframe. 

He takes a second to respond. “Because I want Inky to come in here later.”

You laugh but smile. “Okay, fine.” You walk away from the door and across the hall into your own recording room. 

Your room is a lot different than your boyfriend’s. His room is dark and doesn’t have a lot in it. Yours, on the other hand, probably has too much stuff. Most of it is gifts from fans like stuffed animals and other knickknacks. Your desk, monitors, and lights take up a lot of the already limited space. You turn both your ring lights on after closing the door and turn on the LED lights you have attached to the ceiling. You switch them to the f/c setting and put the remote next to your coffee mug. You sit down in your black and white gaming chair and set everything up after putting on your headset. 

You join the Among Us game after beginning your stream and then the Discord call. You seem to join before Corpse because you can’t see him in the call. 

“You’ve finally decided to join us, y/n!” Felix exclaims and you smile. 

“Am I late?” you ask, taking another drink of your coffee. 

“No,” Sean replies. “I mean, we played a couple of rounds to pass the time, but nothing interesting happened.”

You nod and glance at who all is in the chat. It seems to be you, Felix, Toast, Charlie, Rae, Sean, later Corpse, and someone else who’s tag sounds familiar. 

“Oh! I invited someone new!” says Rae. “He’s a friend from college. y/n, this is Dallas.”

“Hey, y/n.”

Your eyes widen and your blood goes cold at the sound of his voice. You know him. You used to date him. In highschool before you moved away. You remember how toxic he was. He would always blow you off when you wanted to hang out and when you did hang out, he always played video games and never talked to you. 

“Hi, Dallas,” you stutter out. “Uh, hey, didn’t you and I go to highschool together?”

You can practically hear his smirk. “Yeah. We did.”

“I didn’t know you two went to school together,” Rae says happily. 

“Yep,” Dallas says. “We were friends, too.”

You want to throw up.

Suddenly, your loving and not toxic boyfriend joins the call and your spirits lift. 

“Corpse!” you exclaim, almost letting another word slip out. 

“You’re here,” says Rae. “Good noon!”

“Yeah, I’m not a morning person,” he says and you just now notice how deep his voice is. “I just woke up.”

“Oh my god,” Felix says. 

“Jesus,” says Charlie, dragging out the ‘u’.

“You just woke up?” asks Toast. 

He’s a liar, he didn’t sleep at all, you think but keep your mouth shut and laugh. 

“It’s like a forty-hertz voice,” Sean says. 

“It sounds like short wave radio,” Charlie adds. 

You laugh. “You sound like spoken brown note.”

Corpse laughs. “This is me when I wake up, that’s what...” He cuts himself off and laughs again.

“I’m scared,” says Dallas. 

“I didn’t know it could get any lower!” exclaims Sean. 

“I didn’t know you could hit puberty twice.” Felix laughs. 

After some more laughter, Corpse is introduced to Dallas. 

“Hey, man,” Corpse says. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Dallas replies. 

“Can we start the game now?” Sean asks when everyone is in the waiting room. You take a sip of your coffee while Rae starts the game. 

You mute yourself as your role is revealed and let out a sigh of relief. “Crewmate. Good, this makes this less stressful.” You go into the hallway, following Felix and Sean to go do wires. You clear the two of them and you three go up to admin. “Okay, so for those of you wondering about my reaction to Dallas joining the stream is that he’s my ex. Uh, we dating in highschool and broke up around the end of senior year. So this is pretty awkward for me.” You break away from Sean and Felix to go do a task in the greenhouse. 

You leave out the part about Dallas where he was borderline abusive. You remember him shouting at you for asking for the littlest of things to him gaslighting you and guilt-tripping you into going skinny dipping with him. 

Maybe that’s why you love Corpse so much. He’s the opposite of Dallas. He’s sweet and he’s caring. He’s never once raised his voice at you unless you were beating him in a game. Even then you both knew he wasn’t serious. And he had never once pressured you to do something you didn’t want to do. 

You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone reports Rae’s dead body. You unmute yourself and take another drink of your coffee. 

“I found her in decontamination,” Dallas says. “I opened the door and she was right there.”

“I was down by storage doing wires,” you tell them, putting your mug down. “And I was with Felix and Jack for the beginning and I’m pretty sure they’re cleared. So it has to be either you, Toast, or Corpse. Or Charlie.”

“You almost forgot about me,” he says and you laugh. 

“We never vote on seven, right?” Toast says. 

“Not if no one is sus, no,” Corpse answers. 

“I’m skipping,” says Sean. 

You nod and skip voting. “Same here.”

Everyone skips voting and you continue on. You do the rest of your wiring tasks and go out to the balcony where you notice Corpse standing out there. You smile and walk up to him and make your characters’ “eye” parts touch. “Look, Corpse. We’re touching eyeballs.”

You can just barely make out his laugh from the room across from yours and you grin before doing to do your task. You glance at your chat while you run to the reactor with Corpse. “How have you guys been doing? Hope you’re having a good day. Don’t forget to drink some water and eat something.” You smile at the camera and enter decontamination with Corpse and Toast. 

When you enter reactor, Corpse and Toast each go to do it and you head to the sorting in the lab when suddenly a body is reported. 

You decide to be quiet and drink from your coffee while everyone else discusses what happened. You zone out a little when Dallas talks and your mind flashes back to memories you’ve been trying to forget. 

“Wait, who are we voting?” you ask when you suddenly snap back to reality. 

“Felix,” Sean answers. “He vented right in front of me.”

You nod and vote for Felix and he gets ejected. 

pEWds was ejected 

1 imposter remains

You mute yourself once more and continue to do your tasks and stick with Corpse as much as you can. Your chat notices this and begins to blow up with the ship name they have for the two of you. You laugh at the chat as you scan yourself. “Why are you guys freaking out about Corpse and me? We’re literally just walking.”

Another body is reported and this time it’s Toast’s. You know who the imposter is. You unmute yourself and quickly say, “It’s fucking Dallas, it’s a self-report.”

“What?” Dallas exclaims and you immediately sense the hint of anger in his tone. He used to get so mad during video games and it seems like nothing has changed in the past few years. “How’s it me? It could be Charlie.”

“Charlie is dead, too,” Sean says. 

“Yep. And I know both Corpse and Sean are cleared because I was with Sean for a long time and I just watched Corpse get scanned.”

Dallas scoffs. “Well, shit, you got me there.”

After Dallas is ejected, the crewmates win and you all start another round. You suddenly don’t feel like talking too much anymore and do your stream in mostly silence. Just Dallas being there and in the same call as you is making you anxious and bringing up memories you don’t want to remember. 

Your chat asks you about this and you ignore it as you continue to do your tasks as a crewmate. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out, looking at who it is. 

corpse 🖤

are you okay? you’re being really quiet

y/n

yeah, ig. just that dallas is my ex. toxic ex too

corpse 🖤

want me to kill him for you? im imposter

You smile and shake your head. “Oh, Corpse,” you whisper to yourself. 

y/n

no dont kill him lol

You put your phone back down on the table and look back at the game. 

You don’t pay too much attention to the game until the fourth round after you and Rae lost as the imposters. You’re a crewmate once again and you’re peacefully doing your tasks when suddenly something lays on your bare feet. 

“What the?” You look down at your feet and see a little dark fuzzball on your feet. “Inky, get off my feet, baby.” You move your feet and pick her up. You hold her in your arms like a baby the way she likes and rub her belly. “Okay, go see your dad.” Inky jumps out of your arms and you watch her leave your recording room. 

You turn back to your task and continue to do them without any interruptions. You notice, however, that Dallas has been following you for most of the round. You’re starting to get a little nervous and you run into the cafeteria to get away from him when he calls an emergency meeting.

You unmute yourself and Dallas says, “I think it’s y/n. I’m pretty sure she’s faking tasks.”

“Except I’m not,” you tell him. “You’re the one following me around, too, Dallas. What’s up with that, huh?”

“I’ve been following you because you’re acting sus.”

You glare at Dallas’s character on the screen, heat rushing to your face. “I’m literally doing my tasks, I know you saw me do the card swipe--”

“Don’t listen to her,” Dallas says and he sounds far too confident. “She’s a fucking liar. She has been since the first day I met her.”

By now your face is completely red from anger and you gasp. “Excuse me?”

“What are you talking about?” Sean asks. “I’ve known y/n for a long time, she’s never told a lie so long as I’ve known her.”

“That’s because she’s too good at it,” Dallas says in a snarky tone and you’ve never wanted to punch a screen more in your life. “Her and me used to date in highschool but I broke up with her because she lied to me about everything.”

“That’s not fucking true!” you shout and you can hear blood rushing to your ears. “I was the one who broke up with you after you gaslighted me about not hanging out with you enough when in reality you were always hanging out with your stupid football friends!”

“She’s lying--”

“The fuck are you saying about my girl?” Corpse demands. 

The chat goes silent for a moment. Corpse just called you his girl. You look at your live chat and it’s exploding with “i knew it”s and lots of keyboard smashing.

“Your girl?” Dallas asks after a moment.

“Yes. My girl. As in my girlfriend.” He sounds so possessive and it’s kind of hot to you. “Why are you calling her a liar?”

Dallas stumbles on his words. “B--because she is one.”

“Right. And how long have you known her?”

“I knew her in highschool--“

“Nevermind, I literally don’t care,” Corpse interrupts him. “I’ve been living with her for the past five months and she’s never lied to me about anything.”

Dallas is quiet for once. Everyone is. No one is really even breathing but your heartbeat is rattling your brain and blood is rushing through your ears.

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” you whisper. You swallow thickly and glance at your chat. Luckily, they’re all defending you and yelling at Dallas. You turn back to the screen. “Dallas, I’m not the imposter. And stop making stupid ass accusations.”

“I--“

“Kick him,” says Felix and you can tell he sounds mad.

“No wait--“ Dallas begins to say.

“No!” Rae interrupts. “I knew there was something off about you.”

“You don’t get to come in here and talk shit about our friend,” Jack says.

“I was kidding,” Dallas tries to explain.

But then something inside you snaps. You forgot how much you hate Dallas. How he always turned the blame on you when he did something wrong. How you almost lost all of your friends because he convinced them that you were a bad person.

At first, you thought he had changed. You thought that he had actually grown up. Turns out that people don’t change.

“Like you were kidding when you almost got me kicked out of the house because you made me go out with you to go drinking?” you ask. “Or how you played a stupid trick on me when I was driving us to school and I almost fucking crashed the car and nearly killed us?”

“Jesus.” You can hear him roll his eyes. “You’re still on about that? It was April Fool’s, you should have expected it—“

“I shouldn’t have expected shit!” you yell and it comes out raw. The memory flashes in your mind and you cringe. “That wasn’t funny, Dallas! You weren’t funny! I fucking hated my life in high school. I was already stressed out because I thought I wasn’t smart enough and you being my boyfriend and ignoring me and manipulating me didn’t help.

“So fuck you. Fuck you for everything you did to me when we were teenagers. Fuck you for making me think that you changed and were actually nice and then ripping that away from me. But you know what? Thanks. Thanks for being my ex because you made me what I am today and you’re the reason I moved to California and met the love of my life.”

You suck a deep breath in and wipe at the tears that had fallen. You put your hand on your camera. “Speaking of which, I need a hug from him. Bye, guys.”

You stop streaming and disconnect from everything. You turn your computer off, unplug your headset, and turn your lights off. You sit in your chair trying not to cry in the dark.

Corpse, your mind says and you open your eyes. You really want a hug. His hugs are the best. You take your headset off and walk out of your recording room. Before you walk into Corpse’s recording room, you head to the living room and grab a fluffy gray blanket and wrap it around yourself.

You don’t even bother to knock on the door and just walk in. His room is still dark and it appears like he’s angry. You can tell by the way his voice is deeper and how he looks like he’s shaking.

But when you tap on his shoulder, he looks up at you with wide eyes. “Babe.”

You sniffle and he pushes away from his desk. You shake your head and pull his arms up above his head and settle yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of him, and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Baby,” he whispers and you lean your cheek on his shoulder. “Just fuck off, Dallas.”

Your eyes squeeze shut and you shift up a little, pushing your nose into his neck. He smells nice. “Stop talking to them.”

“What?” he looks down at you and asks what you’re doing when you take his headset off. You unplug them, thereby disconnecting him from the stream. “y/n, what are you doing?”

“I want to cuddle with you,” you mutter and bury your face into his neck.

You feel him wrap his arms around your back and he pulls you up, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Okay, baby. We can cuddle.”

The two of you sit like that for what feels like a long time. You hear Corpse’s phone buzz, but the two of you ignore it. He kisses the side of your head and you smile.

You sigh deeply as he tightens his hold against you. “Fuck that guy, baby. It’s okay.” He moves his shoulder and you look up at him. “Wanna go play Minecraft?”

A grin spreads across your face and you nod. Corpse smiles back and picks you up, bridal style, blanket and all. You squeal and laugh as he carries you to the living room. “Put me down, Corpse!”

“Alright.” He drops you into the couch and turns around to turn the Xbox on.

You huff and push your hair out of your face, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around your body. “I didn’t mean literally drop me, dummy.”

He shrugs and sits next to you, handing you a controller. “Should’ve been more specific, baby.”

You scoff but can’t hide the small smile creeping onto your lips. “Jerk.” You put the controller next to you on the couch and move the blanket so it’s over both of your laps and you lean into his side.

After playing Minecraft for the majority of the afternoon and evening, you finally drag Corpse to bed with you after ordering pizza for dinner.

His arms are wrapped tight around your waist as your back is pressed against his chest. Inky hops up onto the bed and nuzzles your hand until you begin to pet her. She lays down on her belly and you gently pat her.

“Am I really the love of your life?” Corpse asks after a long time of sitting in the quiet darkness

You nod against the pillow. “Yeah. You are.”

You can’t see him, but you know he’s smiling when he kisses the back of your neck.

Your phone on your nightstand lights up and you head Corpse’s phone buzz again as well. You think for just a moment about all of the texts, all of the messages, all of the DMs you’re getting about what happened. For a second, you panic. What if people don’t think that you’re worth to be dating Corpse? What if people are calling you a pussy for how you reacted to Dallas? What if everyone hates you?

But those thoughts immediately go away when Corpse mumbles something in that husky voice of his that makes the butterflies in your tummy come back. “You’re the love of my life, too.”

“Yeah?” you hum, your eyes slipping shut.

“Yeah,” he says and you can tell that he’s getting tired as well. “And I’m gonna marry you someday.”

An involuntary smile spreads across your face and your entire body overheats. You bite your lip in the darkness and whisper,

“And I’m gonna say yes.”

But he’s asleep. His breathing has evened out. He shouldn’t have heard you.

You know he heard you somehow, though, because his arms tighten around your waist. You wiggle backward so that you’re flush against his chest and his head drops down onto the top of your head.

You place your hands over his and close your eyes. Finally, he’s sleeping.

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