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wait more dadrry pls 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Absolutely. He’s so cute.
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“Hmm. Very good.” He murmured, looking down at the paint coated high chair. Very little paint had made it on to the target- the white sheet of paper- but the baby proof finger paint was organic and edible, which suited their mouth tot quite well. “Abstract art is the way you’re going to go. A bold, smooth choice in my opinion.” He stroked his chin, observing the mess their apparent prodigy child was making.
“Ba!” The squeal and smack of wet paint made Harry grin, their baby returning the enthusiasm.
“Mhm. Mumma will happily put this on the fridge. And who’s to think- years down the line, we will have an original piece. Priceless. The museums will fight over it- and we will give it on loan, of course.” His hand smoothed over the soft curls on the baby’s head, fondly looking over their child.
“Mm. And Mumma is also not cleaning up this mess. That’s all Daddy’s doing.” Y/N walked into the dining room, wiping her wet hands on the back of Harry’s shirt.
“Oi! Watch it. Demon woman.” He hissed playfully at the cool water dampening his shirt. “Daddy will, but he’s helping our child grow their artistic integrity. The next Picasso. Really, look at the use of color. So bright and vivid.”
“Maybe that’s because you literally only put neons on the palette.” Y/N Snarked, though pressing a kiss to his bicep as she passed him to look at their baby. The paint was washable and edible, yes, but that didn’t mean she wanted the paint all over their cheeks and clothes. Unfortunately, she couldn’t always get what she wants. “Very creative choices, my dove. You can do whatever you’d like. But make sure you ask daddy to do the messy things. Mumma will watch and clap.” She teased, gently pushing the curls from their little, soft cheeks. “Made a mess of your new jumper, didn’t you? It’s a good thing your daddy makes lots and lots of money. Because he’s going to have to buy you a new one.”
“I will. Ruined clothes are part of the creative process. You should know, considering you love having clothing ripped-“
“Okay. None of that. Little ears.” Y/N hissed, cutting Harry a look. The shit eating grin covering her man’s face proved it did little more than tickle him with her reaction, the baby happily ignoring each of them to smack the wet paint again.
“Oh? Come on. Don’t you want another baby to paint with, little dove?” Harry cooed, talking to the child. “Don’t you want a brother? Or a sister? Hm?”
“Ba! Baba.” The only sound the baby currently made bubbles from little lips, smacking them together. It was stupidly cute, making Y/N melt a little bit as sticky, paint covered fingers reached up to grab Harry’s larger digit. He let it happen, not minding the mess it would make on his skin.
“See? Even our lovebug wants some more babies toddling around. We could have a whole gallery of first paintings very soon. Right?” He wiggled the baby’s hand, an eruption of little giggles making the pair grin down at the happy, chubby cheeks. “Mhm. Lots of babies. We discussed it, love bug. Don’t you worry. Mumma just needs to let daddy do the magic spell where I can give her another one, and you can have lots of brothers and sisters running about. Any sort of sibling, really.” Harry shit Y/N a sly glance. Baby fever was possible with your own baby, unfortunately. Y/N was so in love with being a mother, but Harry was a whole other level. Insanely devoted to being a father. It was beautiful.
“Maybe. I’ve already told Daddy that Mumma definitely needs a few more months. But he isn’t helping me wanting to wait when you’re this cute together.” She sighed, taking a wet wipe from the packet and gently wiping the streaks of neon pink from the little cheeks.
“Exactly. S’my job to wear you down.” He would never truly push too far- no. He respected her body and her choices. But he was eager and playful, and they’d already discussed more. It was fun to play around with- and to practice.
“Mm. Sure, that’s what it is.” Her hip humped into his, walking past him and gently shoving the wet wipes into his hands. “Clean baby bug up and get a nice bath going. Im finishing our lunch and then we will have nap time.”
“Do we get a nap time-“
“If you behave, yes. Now go.” She cut him off as she walked back into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but stare longingly at the woman who had manage to capture him and own his heart so fully. Gave him this beautiful little family. He would happily clean up paint spills and hear little screams for the rest of his life. This was home.
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Having absolutely no context for your Lovebrush posting almost makes me want to stay clueless about the plot because there's something so funny about seeing the same guy be this really nice sweet guy and then next post is about his war crimes. Please keep it up I'm deeply enthused - an Artem follower
JHGJLJFLGJFH EHLP! oh my god OKAY OKAY OKAY. FIRST OF ALL. THANK YOU! FOR STICKING AROUND I GENUINELY APPRECIATE IT AND APPRECIATE YOU!!!!
second of all - this made me laugh so hard. im not even joking i stashed this in my inbox for a bit because i wanted to reply properly. so i apologize for the wait!!
lbc is. so stupidly complicated and i love it so much. okay. so like. the sparknotes summary. if you want it.
the mc is a "traveler", aka someone who can travel through space and time. there is only one of her across every universe.
cael (one of the love interests) is also a traveler and is from a War Criminal Planet universe where war crimes are the norm and emotions are SO not cool. there is also only one of him across every universe. he is also immortal.
the other love interests (ayn, alkaid, clarence, lars) are "paragons", who are basically four guys who manifest in every alternate universe and act as their worlds' last line of defense in the event they are ever threatened.
two different au versions cannot exist in the same universe as their souls will either combine, or one will take over the other.
their alternate selves are all different people, but are the same at their core. they have the same "nature", but very different "nurtures" due to the differences in their backgrounds and home planets.
of course, this means there are also "paragons" on the War Criminal Planet cael is from. so while they have some similarities due to their nature deep down, their nurture has made them. uh. well uh. insane??? lmao??
so basically this means while each alkaid tends to be friendly and patient, you also get the prefect luminary, who was raised in a world where our morals are flip flopped and what is good here is bad there. the fun in lbc is seeing how these two very different alkaids are similar, and how they are VERY different due to their upbringing.
for example, alkaids tend to be very image conscious. this manifests in modern alkaid as coming across as unassuming and nice to everyone to get them off his back. while it is in his nature to be nice, it is also in his nature to be perceptive and sharp as a tack. something he tries not to be too open about in the modern world for backstory reasons.
in the prefect, this manifests as someone who feels the need to overcompensate and try to exert their power to be the prime example of a prefect in the empire (war criminal planet). any deep down kindness is smothered. his perceptiveness and sharpness, however, is on full display.
these two alkaids' ways of "fitting in" are veeery different due to their environment.
BUT YEAH. basically take the au cards in tot and just. imagine rosa going through time and space and meet all of them and each of them have a route and stuff.
#lovebrush chronicles#asks#anon#eden alkaid is my pookie bear. btw. i love him. he's the alkaid the prefect tried to take over.#long post#i do love all of the alkaids tho bc he's so fun to break apart into pieces and study#lbc also has. a LOT of angst. like a lot. there is a summer event coming up and the trailer suddenly cuts to ominous angst#NO REST FOR THE WICKED
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i know i don’t have time to fully flesh it out rn but like - they are enamored by her that first night and they keep asking for things they don’t even need so she will keep coming back but they are too giggly and high to ask for her number so eventually she has to ask them to leave , at the point they are super worked up and can’t control themselves and when they get back to the hotel room they start fooling around but like they end up just sad she isn’t there because she was REALLY cute and REALLY sweet so they go back the next night and keep ordering stuff hoping she carhops to them because they want her bad
it’s jelly btw
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please jelly i love ur mind sm
she brings them out their first order, and asks if they need any sauces or anything and oscar would ask for ranch just so she’d have to come back. as soon as she’s gone the second time, oscar’s immediately urging lando to roll his window back down and click the magic button that takes their order in the hopes she’ll come back out. when some guy brings out their second order they both just look at each other like /: where is our cute girl?? they just keep ordering more shit and everyone in the kitchen is pissed because two idiots keep placing orders and she’d probably be in there talking shit and the other carhops are teasing her, like “girl you know the only reason they keep hitting that button is to talk to you. do us all a favor and take ur 15 with them rn we are sick of this.”
her asking them to leave when she passes their car for the fourth time delivering other orders and they haven’t left, so she’s like “hi guys! is something wrong w the order? any of them?? you placed six.” and they’re munching on tater tots and grinning like idiots when they say it’s all perfect, so she’s like, “ok well, it’s like really busy right now… could you guys leave if you’re not ordering??” and lando’s like “actually i want a refill, please.” she stares at him like he’s stupid and says they don’t do refills, he’ll need to place another order and he just grins stupidly and says, “anything for you!” and then reaches behind her to press the button and orders another slushie.
oscar leaning over the center console to ask her what she orders and then ordering whatever she says. she’s used to guys flirting and asking what she orders, she just cites random things off the menu bc she never eats sonic, like she’s worked there all thru hs and college bc the tips are great and shes so sick of the food she never eats it. she gives oscar a fake order then days later ends up hanging out w them and she admits she hates their food bc shes worked there for so long
both of them daring the other to ask her out but neither of them can work up the courage to ask her when she gets off or for her number, and every time she walks away they’re breaking out into laughter and calling each other idiots.
them fooling around and both being unsatisfied bc its not her ?? im gonna be sickkk. they’d def tease each other, oscar catches onto lando first and is like, “are you seriously thinking ab her right now? ur not moaning my name, i can tell.” and then oscar would jerk him off while telling lando to think ab her, to imagine it’s her hands and her mouth on him and that finally pushes him over the edge. lando can’t even look her in the eye when she brings their order out the next day, he makes oscar drive, who is happy to do it bc lando’s driving makes him sick plus it means he gets to place the order and she’ll bring it to him instead of lando.
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New smutfic A Wierd Kind of Beautiful, in which we start on Buck and Eddie's first kiss, then flash forward ten months. They're watching a movie with Tommy and increasingly explicit stuff happens. Buck and Eddie start out a loving monogamous couple, and evolve into a loving couple with a Special Friend. IF YOU'RE ONLY DOWN WITH EITHER BUDDIE OR BUCKTOMMY EXCLUSIVELY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT READ IT (**also if sub/Dom shit isn't your jam this fic will make your skin turn green and peel off) this excerpt is taken from near the beginning.
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In present day his own imagination is to blame for the unexpected flare up of the catholic guilt. He and Buck are at Tommy’s place watching the gayest ‘straight guy’ movie in all of cinematic history, the original Top Gun. Eddie happens to glance sideways and notice Tommy’s hand resting casually on Buck’s knee. Not in a flirty way, more of an ‘I’m too focused on something else to realize where my hand is’ way. Buck is likewise oblivious. Anyhow, Eddie sees this. Another man's hand on his boyfriend's bare knee. Buck's ex. The fun, cool, stupidly attractive ex they both still hang out with and really like.
Suddenly (and completely without his permission) a shocking image drops into Eddie's brain out of nowhere: Tommy fucking Buck senseless while he watches. WHAT?! You're not allowed to think stuff like that Eddie, you’re not that guy! It’s way too . . . he’s trying to suss out what it’s ‘too’ when Tommy jolts to attention, having finally noticed where his hand is and yanking it away.
“Oh! Sorry dude, I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, we’re cool.” Buck says his ex with a disarming chuckle.
Tommy leans out to look around Buck and address Eddie eye to eye. “Seriously I would never hit on your boyfriend.”
“There could be worse things.” Eddie only meant to think the words, but now they’ve escaped. They're out there. Released into the wild to wreak havoc on a thus far monogamous couple and their dear mutual friend.
“Worse . . . things?” Tommy’s eyes dart from Eddie to Buck and back again.
“Uuuuuuuh, well-” WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DIAZ? “It’s not like I'm insecure about our relationship or anything. So even if . . . if you and Buck were kind of . . . affectionate sometimes . . . that wouldn't be a reason for me to worry. Right?”
“Nothing will ever make me leave you,” Buck promises. Though his pitch is strained, and there's a slight tremor. He’s nervous.
So is Eddie.
When Tommy speaks again his voice has dropped several octaves. “Affectionate . . . sometimes?”
“Y-yeah, we tot-totally trust you.” Eddie stammers, unable to shake the images flashing through his mind like a pornographic slideshow. Sometime during their first weeks as a couple Buck had disclosed that his time with Tommy taught him how to, in his exact words, ‘top like a beast and bottom like a pro,’ and now all Eddie can think about is the three of them fucking for hours.
Buck carefully examines his boyfriend’s face, concerned and mindful of protecting their relationship above all else. “Sooooooo you don’t mind him, like . . . touching me?”
Eddie’s breath goes shallow and the sound of blood rushes in his ears. His whole body heats up. He feels eager and uneasy at the same time. “Apparently not.” They’re venturing into new territory here, or at least they seem to be, and that’s always a bit frightening. But somehow even the fear is working for Eddie. It’s exciting. Nothing has really scared him since coming out so now the sensation, that cold blade pressed against his heart? It feels like a dare. Like he's jailed by his own core instincts and they want him to back down. Stick with the more typical sex life he’s used to.
Not that his and Buck's sex life is boring, it's just that even with most of his religion-based guilt defeated, Eddie still spent the first months of their relationship fighting the many demons his upbringing had driven deep into his soul. The ones telling him gay men and real men were two different species. The ones telling him only women were meant to open beneath a man and accept his thrust. And those demons proved unpredictable. Sometimes they were silent, or at least reasonably quiet. Other times they howled at him, screamed a certainty that allowing another man to claim him like a woman was to betray his own manhood entirely and sacrifice it upon an altar of unnatural acts. So Buck had taken charge of guiding their sex life at first, and he'd handled it kindly. Delicately. But now Eddie wonders if Buck ever stopped with the delicate treatment, or if he was still holding back in some areas for fear of giving those demons a reason to grow bold again.
Moving slowly, and paying close attention to both of his friends’ body language, Tommy returns a hand to Buck’s knee. “Is this okay?” Dark robes billow around the words as they slip from his mouth.
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So. Ive been wanting to read House of Leaves.
Its absolutely shocking me how many negative reviews exist for it? (Like on goodreads).
I expected some negative reviews for "story unclear, storytelling style confusing, left with many questions" as like... even though i havent read the book yet, due to the storytelling style it went for... if course it should appeal to those interested in that kind of weird style and be annoying/undesirable/unreadable to people used to and desiring a clear direction oriented narrative. Think like... my tastes that think The Kangaroo Communique by Haruki Murakami is one of the best things Ive ever read, versus the person who reads primarily books on the best sellers list that are being Marketed (marketed books tend to be more straightforward storytelling i think, as they aim to be more understandable?) Also books that dont have unreliable narrators. Me? I love an unreliable narrator, the more the narrator hides info from me and forces me to use context clues and hints to figure out the Truer Objective Story the more fun i have
(and its how i write, since aside from objective story it also lets you enjoy the story as experienced/biased/distorted/felt by the narrator... and there may be layers to it. For example in my writing, the easiest layer is "what character said happened and said they felt" the next layer down is "character lied about how they felt even to themselves but their actions imply a different emotional motivation theyre working under" then the next layer is "now that you kmow 1 what character told you/themselves, and 2 what character actually feels, what is 3 - the parts they arent telling you? The lies about other characters you realize are lies. The actions your narrator took and didnt tell you?")
But yeah. House of Leaves had like a Significant portion of negative reviews saying not just that it was confusing/stupidly written. But also that readers were full on disgusted by the book and hated it. (Meanwhile readers who liked it often said it made them feel unsettled and confused about reality in a good "horror book scaring me" way. So maybe the disgust is the flip side of this?)
Anyway. Baffling me, these reviews. I guess when i review myself ill be able to give my own thoughts ToT
Any of you guys read it?
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tehehehehehe i gave in...
introducing the brand new ask blog! themed around the AMAZING fnaf fangame playtime with percy! i have no idea what to call this au, so feel free to make suggestions.
"Say hello to your new best friend, the Pal Percy, created by Paltronics Co! With a click of a button and a purchase on our official website, you can have YOUR OWN new best pal! They'll love you no matter what, and will always be by your side. With our incredibly advanced ai, they're capable of holding incredibly accurate conversations, and even feeling and understanding emotions! The screen in their chest has many uses, including the ability to play games and display text! Sizes, genders, and personalities may vary depending on the model. Paltronics is NOT liable for any damages caused. Order now, and get your NEW BEST FRIEND sent right to your door! Only $299.99."
It was a good while after Percy's Playhouse was destroyed. The animatronics had all been abandoned by the people who had bought them, and now resided in a run-down storage facility not that far away. A perfect surprise to await any unsuspecting adventures who liked to explore ruined areas.
Around the same time, a small handful of people reported getting strange, massive packages delivered to their door apparently sent by 'Paltronics Co' themselves. How odd... Whatever could be inside? Follow our new protagonist (yes, still named Bee because I am incredibly unoriginal with character names) and her new friends on whatever insane adventures may await!
ASK BLOG OFFICIALLY OPEN!!
and here are the characters who will be our stars! and a bit of au info.
Percy Poodle! The fluffball himself. A big goofball who loves to play and have fun, but has become quiet and somewhat reserved after being abandoned.
The Playful Poodles! Tim, Tat, and Tot. Headcanonned to be like Percy's annoying younger siblings. After the events of the game, they've become less of pains in the asses and now kind of stick around Percy a lot.
Charlie the Clown Cat! The playful goober himself! Still tells jokes and goofs off, but does so to cheer up his friends. He craves the spotlight even more than before, craving the attention he was rejected in the storage facility.
Mother Moose! Adapted to be more caring of EVERYONE she comes across. She's the reason the animatronics didn't get ruined at all in that storage facility. She can bake very well, and does everything in her power to make everyone happy and keep them safe.
Farmer Felix the Ferret! Still as hard-working as ever, but he lost his "Simon Says" abilities. Now his eyes are permanently the four colors they were able to change into before. Strong, like the silent "protector" of the group, like Mother Moose is the motherly caretaker.
Rowen the Rat. Still as sassy and irritable as he was before, but hangs more around the group now. Still dislikes Felix, for obvious reasons, but is more drawn to the group than before due to how caring they all are no matter what. Bitter, but seems to just want to be close to someone.
Pal! The contents of one of the large, mysterious packages sent by Paltronics Co. After Bee stupidly powered him on, he hadn't left her side, claiming to be her best friend. She doesn't really mind it much, though is noticing that he behaves strangely at times.
Bee! The "protagonist". A sassy, headstrong seventeen year old who lives on her own- at least until Pal came along. He also persuaded her to explore the abandoned storage facility- so now her house is full of animatronics.
#playtime with percy#ask blog#self insert au#asks are open#oc#announcement sorta?#yes we've redesigned- sorry pizza tower fans#maybe i'll relocate the previous ask blog
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Fucking Billy
Summary: College is the last place you expected to see you ex-boyfriend but despite his attempt to plant insecurities in your head about Steve and Eddie you’re still sure you made the right decision… right?
Warnings: homophobic slurs, angst, insecurities, fluffiness, this is a part two
Reader: Female Reader
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader (platonic for now)
Word Count: 2117
A/n: Part three?
Masterlist - Part One (Like Like) - Part Three
“Fuck,” You mutter as someone rudely runs into you forcing you to drop the things in your hands.
“Watch where you’re- Y/n?”
You tense at the voice, looking up after you’ve knelt to pick up what you’ve dropped. The douche that ran into you just so happened to be the asshole ex-boyfriend you thought you had left back in Hawkins, Indiana.
Billy fucking Hargrove.
Once he realizes it’s you that stupid smirk, the one that really used to do things to you, appears on his face. You didn’t think it was possible, but he just might have grown cockier since graduation.
“I always knew I’d get you on your knees again,” He comments. You scowl at him not bothering to respond. You look down to make sure you grabbed everything before standing. “Well, this is familiar... You being done before the good shit happens,” He adds on keeping that grin on his lips.
The temptation to smack that smirk off his face has only been stronger one other time; when he flaunted the girl, he cheated on you with around school. You hadn’t restrained yourself then, but you did today. You wanted nothing to do with him, nothing at all. Plus, he wasn’t worth the sting that would be left on your hand afterwards. You’ve wasted enough breath and pain on him - no more.
You walked around him, already forcing your mind to move on, when your eyes land on your boyfriend. Usually, the sight of Eddie never fails to bring the largest grin on your face, that’s what happens when you’re stupidly in love with someone. However, it was taking longer than you thought it would to adjust to him being with Steve Harrington.
The two of them had gone on a date a couple of days ago, everything seemed to be going smoothly. You were happy for Eddie, for both of them actually. You had been nervous before their date but before they left Steve talked with you privately to make sure that you were comfortable with the situation. It was a short talk, you didn’t want to keep him for too long, but it meant a lot to you.
Despite reassuring them both that you were ok with this, despite the fact that you were happy for them, you knew it would take a while to adjust. It would take time to not feel jealous or hurt over seeing the two together. You weren’t used to sharing Eddie’s attention and affection, a big small part of yourself hated doing it. The selfish side of you wanted to tell Harrington to fuck off and steal Eddie for yourself again but you loved your man too much to deny him this. This would work, you do your best to make it so, it’s just going to take time.
“Ain’t that your boyfriend?” Billy asks, moving to stand beside you. All he gets is a huff from you, it’s enough. “Damn,” He laughs. “You can’t keep anyone can you? I don’t remember you being so horrible that you would turn a man into a fag but hey it’s been a while,”
“Don’t call him that,” You snap, giving into the bait. Billy smirks as you give him the attention he wanted. You curse yourself before walking away from him, but Billy wasn’t nearly done.
“Hey, I’ll tell you what sweets, why don’t you come home with me, and I’ll teach you how to please someone in bed. Looks like you could use a lesson and what can I say? I’m a good teacher,” Billy states, smirking as he walks behind your struggling to keep up with your fast pace.
“Fuck off, Hargrove. I’m not interested,” you tell him.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help,” Billy shrugs.
“Oh, I’m sure,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “Because you have such a kind heart,”
“Hey, an asshole would tell you that you’re totally helpless and you should turn into a dyke or something. I’m trying to save you heterosexuality here,” Billy explains casually.
“I don’t need your help!” You snap, spinning on your heels so fast that Billy nearly runs into you again. “Wanna know why? Because Eddie isn’t the only one getting Steve’s dick, I am too, asshole. I get more dick at night than you do pussy, so who here really needs the help getting laid? Because you seem to be awfully desperate if you’re chasing me down when I’m apparently so bad. Am I the best you can get, Hargrove? Cause if so, you’re out of luck and practice,” you tsk shaking your head.
“Bullshit, you don’t get both of them,” Billy shakes his head.
“All night long,” You sing lying through your teeth but it’s convincing Billy. “When was the last time you had a threesome? Or has it been so long that you forgot how to work that prick between your legs?”
Billy laughs stepping closer to you. The arrogant confidence gone, replaced by a dangerous anger. Anger you used to see from him back in high school. It was rarely project towards you but even now it didn’t fail to send an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.
“If the three of you really were that close, why are they over there and you’re over here basically running the opposite way?” He asks, tilting his head. “And now that I think about it, why did you look so uncomfortable when you noticed them? You see, I think you’re afraid they’re gonna fall so in love with each other they’re going to leave you in their dust and never look back. Why wouldn’t they? Everything you have to offer they can find in each other, so why do they need you? I mean they might keep you around to keep up appearances that they’re not total fags in order to avoid fights and hate but that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? A buffer, a tool to be used and tools wear out. Tools get discarded and forgotten. How long until that happens to you?” He asks, his cocky smirk returning. “I’ll be around when that happens, my bed is always open. A fuck is a fuck, even if you’re bad at it,”
With that Billy walked away leaving you more insecure than before and you hated it. You hated him and yourself for listening to him.
It was easy to avoid Eddie for a couple of days. He’s so lost in his honeymoon phase with Steve that you’re able to fly below the radar. You don’t get to avoid him for long because your man is too observant for his own good.
“Steve and I are gonna have a movie night, hoping you’d join us,” Eddie says, leaning against the doorway into your shared bedroom where you’ve been hiding out.
“No, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” You mutter, not looking up from you book.
“Baby, this is our apartment. You couldn’t intrude in your own home,” Eddie says. “And even if we’re outside it wouldn’t matter,” Eddie states, moving into the room to sit on the bed. “You’re my girl, I want you by my side, always.”
“I’m sure Steve wants you to himself,” you say lightly, with a forced laugh.
“He’s had plenty of time. I don’t want you to feel left out, sweetheart. I want you both with me. I’m with you both, I want you both. I don’t want one or the other,” Eddie explains. You glance up at him and instantly fall for his puppy eyes. He smirks knowing he’s got you. “Come on! I’ll make popcorn!” Eddie hops up holding his hand out to you.
You couldn’t help but to smile at his childness. You set your book off to the side and grab his hand. He races into the main room, twirls you towards the couch and kisses your hand when you’re seated before going into the kitchen.
You send Steve and awkward smile.
“How was your day?” Steve asks, trying to make conversation. You give him a small shrug, giving him a nonspecific answer. “Have you noticed Billy Hargrove hanging around campus lately?”
“Unfortunately,” You grumble rolling your eyes. “Since when does he go here?”
“I don’t think he does, I think he’s seeing some girl,” Steve theorizes. You roll your eyes but don’t say anything. “You two dated in high school, right?” He asks.
“Not my finest moment,” You sigh, rubbing your face. Steve winces remembering how that ended. He remembered how it all went down and how sorry he felt for you.
“Have you run into him recently?” He asks testing you. He’s seen the two of you talk before, a couple of days ago. It didn’t look like a long conversation, and he couldn’t see your face, but he knew how Billie was.
“It was nothing,” You whisper, looking down at your lap as your fingers fidget anxiously.
“Did he say anything?” He asks. You press your lips together. “Billy’s always been an asshole, you can tell me if he said anything. You know that right?” You hum, nodding your head but keeping your eyes down. “Look, before this whole thing with Eddie and I happened, we were good friends. I don’t want that to change, it doesn’t have to,” Steve says, sounding slightly desperate. Your eyes flicker towards him. “This has to be awkward as hell for you and I know it can’t be easy, but I don’t want to make it harder. Is there anything I can do to help make everything... I don’t know, easier?”
“Everything will smooth out eventually,” You whisper, giving him a small smile. “Just don’t hurt Eddie. He really likes you; I think he has for a long time. He has a huge heart, but he’s been hurt so much that I won’t let anybody else hurt him as long as I can help it. If you hurt him, I’ll smash your head in with your precious bat,” You state. Steve’s eyebrows raise, his body completely still as he remembers you kicking ass in the Upside Down. “As long as that doesn’t happen, everything else will be fine,”
“Understood,” Steve says, his voice squeaking. He quickly clears his throat, but you can’t help but to giggle at him. He felt embarrassed but also relieved because that seemed to break a lot of the tension.
“As for Billy... like you said, he’s just an asshole and the shit he says should just be ignored,” you say, shrugging your shoulders.
“Easier said than done,” Steve says, hoping you’d open up to him, but it wasn’t something you wanted to talk about. “Just let me know if I need to kick his ass,” he says, and you start to laugh.
“God, everything feels like a repeat from high school!” You groan, laughing in an annoyed I-can’t-believe-this-shit type of way. He laughs with you and nods his head.
“Fucking Billy,” Steve grumbles shaking his head. You repeat him, nodding in agreement.
“Alright my sweets! The food is ready!” Eddie announces, dancing into the living room. He collapses between the two of you, after putting in the movie, and begins to munch on the popcorn.
You cuddle up to Eddie, his arm pulling you close, keeping you snuggled into his side. Steve leaned into Eddie as well, Eddie’s other arm draping around his shoulders. You and Steve both grin as Eddie pouts, wishing he had a third arm to feed himself popcorn. The two of you grab come of the popcorn and proceed to try and toss it in his mouth, laughing whenever you miss and cheering when you make it in.
The three of you spent the entire night together. The movie was more of a background as you all talked about random things. You and Steve slowly began to reconnect and the small rough patch you put between yourself, and Eddie washed away.
All throughout the night your lovable boyfriend showered the both of you with affection. Both you and Steve got little kisses, sometimes deep and passionate ones as well. If he wasn’t messing with your fingers he was fiddling with Steve’s hair. He always had to be touching both of you, whether his head was in your lap and feet on Steve’s or holding hands with you both, there had to be physical contact.
Nights like these happened more and more often. Each time they occurred you felt more secure in your role as Eddie’s girlfriend. Sharing Eddie got a little easier. The jealousy and heartache weren’t completely gone yet but they were lessening the more you got comfortable with the new relationship. The more comfortable you became the less of a hold Billy’s words held over you.
#Eddie Munson#Eddie x steve#steddie#Eddie munson x female reader#Eddie Munson x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x female reader#x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#Female reader#female!reader#stranger things#billie hargrove
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this might not make any sense but i love love love it when characters are like. unabashedly stupidly best friends. like in a lot of stuff obviously OBVIOUSLY you can tell characters care about each other, but its usually shown through serious moments. i think one of the things i like most about hxh is that gon and killua are fr just like. best friends. theyre attached at the hip and everyone sees them as a package deal and they refuse to do anything without the other. someone sees gon walking by himself and is immediately like "wheres killua." killua declines moving up to the 180th floor of the [battle tower] despite having the skills for it because gon only made it up to 50 and he wants to go together. when kurapika thinks about saving them the image in his head is them with their arms around each other. leorio tells killua to leave with him so kurapika can tell gon something important, and killua looks for gon to confirm before he listens, even though he was the one who expressed concern at kurapika telling them too much to begin with. that pillow fight. theyre always a pair ToT its just really good
#txt157#h^2#even though gon himself is a pretty bland protag#i still think his friendship with kil is SOOO CUTE SO GOOD#i love package deal charcters
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I have never had tater tot hot dish* and suddenly got the urge to make it for the first time yesterday. I found a recipe that used half cream of mushroom soup, half sour cream and milk (instead of all soup). I also used thawed frozen green beans instead of canned because no thank you on canned veg.
I was stupidly optimistic that the kids would like it but wasn’t thinking about
- visually it’s very disgusting
- they don’t like “creamy”
- translucent but visible onions
- green beans (one of them used to like beans, I forget who, but now they both don’t like)
- C doesn’t like POTATOES (no not even French fries).
So yeah they both choked down one bite and acted like it was poison. Jeremy was game to try it and liked it okay, but said he felt queasy later.
I genuinely love it! It reminds me of the Hamburger Helper my dad made when I was a kid. But hey look, there’s green veg! So now I have a whole giant pan of it to have for lunches, and I win!
*don’t worry, as a Wisconsinite I still have had plenty of other casseroles made with “cream of” soups. We were more of a “cheesy potatoes” family. Speaking of which, reading the ingredients for that just now made me want to barf - cream of mushroom, fine. Cream of celery - okay gross but I’ve used that too. Cream of chicken?? No, no. Oh my god so gross. If you’ve ever been the person who makes the cheesy potatoes and you see that slither out of the can, you might not want them anymore.
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Jeez this’ll be a long one
Honestly, what I hope people notice when looking at my art is the small details. But the thing is, unless you’re actively looking for them, you probably won’t notice some of them, which leads to you being like the only person who realises dhjsbfkd- I love your silly little analysises sm though so idm that much‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶
There’s even more small details than these (keeping it to these because of the mobile photo limit) but I don’t do them as often as I’d like to, honestly I might ramp it up a bit at this point because I had a lot of fun with them in one of my latest pieces. Btw there are small details that I like more than these but some of them are reticent spoilers so I’m gonna keep from talking about those for now.
(Putting this all as a read more as this post will be LONG.)
Starting with one of the most obvious small details but one I just like a lot, the staff magical girl Ret!Don holds is shaped as a flower made out of octagons (which is the main shape I try to go for when it comes to Dee’s patterns but sometimes they turn out as hexagons dgehbfjd I mix them up a little bit)
Edit: forgot to mention, I picked a flower specifically cause silly guy loves botany hehe 💖💖💖
This one appears in a LOT of my drawings of tot Ret!Don, this is the way I like to convey a character not having their glasses on. Since he doesn’t get his glasses till he’s 7-8 years old (doing a timeline rn so we’ll see exactly when at some point dhdjhfjf), the majority of drawings of younger Dee will have this feature, especially as I tend to start drawing them with full eyes rather than line eyes at 9 years old (the pupils still look like this but the eyes as a whole are different)
Another silly tot thing (this is just smth I’m working on btw I haven’t posted any of it yet, dw about it tho :)))) ). I gave Leo this silly shirt to convey that this is the year that Splinter appoints him leader after stripping the role from Raph. Guy is already exhausted from his new role but he’s powering through it, look at him go!!! (That’s not gonna last long)
This is one I’ve already pointed out but it was a while back so I figured I’d include it here too. On Donnie and Karai’s refs (from April 13th and April 17th respectively), they both have a pattern of three dots in a sort of arch shape above their right eyes, Donnie’s showing whilst his mask is off and Karai’s showing whilst her mask is on. This particular pattern only shows for each character when they’re involved in a certain clan :) It also illustrates their connection later on in the show, far prior to the arc even occurring (still got a while to go!)
Two out of three of the images on these next two examples are from a piece I’ll prolly be posting later today! Basically in that piece I have included a couple of polaroids in characters decorating the room as I like to do that a lot for characters who I think would have these kinds of photos (Leo doesn’t have as many, only keeping two in his room but Don and Mikey display them on the walls whilst Raph has a small collection hidden away). This first one is in Donnie’s room and depicts the day Donnie got his glasses with April’s help!! The guy was ecstatic fr‼️‼️💪💪💪 April isn’t much of a hugger but she decided it was fine this time.
These next two images are from Leo’s and Donnie’s room respectively. I figured it would be nice to have a picture that all four brothers own, even if it’s bittersweet given later context. This was taken pre-leader Leo, so whilst Raph isn’t having the best time (the poor guy :( ), this was probably the best the other’s lives were for ages.
Okay, now we’re getting into stupidly small details. In the Top Of My School animatic, Mikey is drawing a picture of ice cream kitty during the second lyric “Some people never learnt how to be driven, some people don’t even try”. Other small details in this animatic include Leo’s trophies and blue ribbon which he scavenged from the dump, the Hamato Clan box which was retrieved in episode 1, along with the picture of Leo Mikey drew when he was younger, which (other than the hamato box) all first appeared in a drawing of Ret!Mikey and FA!Mikey spray-painting Ret!Leo’s room and were later mentioned in Chapter 3 of Reticent, “Consequences”. Another small detail is in one of the final scenes of the animatic whilst Leo is staring at himself in a mirror, realising some… not so nice stuff about his self worth, he replicates Splinter’s words and actions from earlier in the animatic.
I think the ice cream kitty detail is smaller but i wanted to keep these last two together (and also I talked about more than one small detail in that section). The first one is Mikey’s little stickers on his nunchucks in Season 2 Part 2!!! Just a little guy :) some are random, some are references to other characters, some are references to other iterations of Mikey (wonder which sticker that one is CHXJHDJF)
Now, this one is STUPID SMALL, to the point I don’t even think you can see it without zooming in on the original via Procreate (might prove myself wrong later though dbsjfbdj idk). During Season 2 Part 1, Casey’s purple detail are him changing his studs to be purple. I later considered changing it to something bigger (although I had NO clue what that would be, his sneakers maybe?) but then I thought about it more and honestly, I think Leo would be kinda peed off with him if he wore anything bigger/more noticeable cause honestly I bet he didn’t even notice the change the entire time Casey had these in-
Basically, the entire point of this post is, I like small details and I might have hints to past or future events in reticent in pieces via those small details, so be on the lookout!!! Thank you Aaron for asking a question, especially this one, it was very fun rambling, and THANK U FOR ALL UR ANALYSISES SO FAR‼️‼️💖💖💖🫶🫶 (I know it’s difficult to do them since ur co-creator so like u have to try avoid spoilers but I appreciate them all the same :D)
#answered asks#ask game#rai rambles#tmnt reticent#tmnt iteration#teenage mutant ninja turtles iteration#tmnt fan iteration#teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart#tmnt fanart#tmnt#reticent#aaronymous9
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Hi! New anon here! I love your work!!! But yeah, I want to talk about how I love Rosa with all my heart but every time I read a character story I cannot help but cry a bit because everyone is SO stupidly in love with her and she is SO stupidly in love with them but doesn't realize ittttt
hullo new-anon!! thank u, im glad u enjoy my tot stuff :'D
jkhvJKHVKJH mc is So Good. she is intelligent as hell, funny and charming, dedicated to make the world a better place. however, she is also the main character of an otome w several LIs, so plot-armor-emotional-density irt all romantic feelings is hilariously installed into her wonderful brain for story reasons.
it's Excruciating, but also one of my favorite things ever tbh cuz it 1) plausible deniability to add the romance wherever the player sees fit, which is great for me since i multiship and also often just Dont Ship and go the "found family but also everybody thinks everybody else is attractive, like, how could they not" route and 2) cuz it's so funny
mc out here flaying ppl in court w logic and skillz and then tomorrow shes gonna be so confused as to why her heart is beating faster whenever the boys do a Romantic Gesture. and the boys r dumb too, when she starts reciprocating in their respective route. every iteration of nxx ship is a dumbass/dumbass ship. theyre all so smart right up until they have to do Feelings kjhsfj
#asks#anon#oh that reminds me the only personal story i havent finished yet is marius'!! will do that later maybe so i can finally#longform ramble about it all aklhsbfksah
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Happy Sunday Adira! For your sentimental asks, 14, 24, 40!
Hello, my Lovely Jam. My Lucky Jellybean. My Luxurious Jalapeño. Having a good SundaySundaySunday???
I'm making chicken Kiev and tater tots. Because I can.
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What’s your favorite food from what you grew up eating at home?
Oh ho! A loaded question because my mom has always been kind of a terrible cook!! She's gotten a little better over the years; mostly because of things I taught her. And I am really not a great cook. Actually, the reason I don't eat ham or pork that isn't processed is all her fault. The way she overcooked things...and what she roasted them with...the salt....the unrendered fat....the texture....*shiver* I remember spitting meats into napkins when my parents weren't looking and flushing them later.
ANYWAY. As a child, I loved Twinkies, Oscar Meyer hot dogs (sometimes cold, right out of the package), milk with Quik chocolate powder in it, and pizza burgers. Pizza burgers is something my mom made up to use up stuff in the kitchen. It's basically toasted burger buns, spread with mustard and some kind of spam mix and then baked until crispy.
DISCLAIMER: All of these things make me make the Pukeface™ 🤢 now and I wouldn't touch them with a festooned hazmat shield. Except the Quik, of which I have a big Costco container of on my kitchen counter because when I want something sweet but don't want to eat, it scratches that itch.
Let's see if you can spot it.
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Is there any sort of folklore or mythological creature you were told about as a kid?
My parents are basic, so it was Santa and the Easter Bunny. I knew they weren't real very early on, but I also knew that the minute I didn't believe anymore, they would stop giving me presents in my stocking and basket. So that was more my con than theirs.
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YouTube videos you genuinely enjoy watching.
I truly miss Glove and Boots. They were my favorites. I have a few witchy channels I'll pop by every now and then, but I don't really jive with the prescribed pagan thing, so I'm mostly just there for the tarot deck reviews. And when I'm sad, the fastest way to cheer me up is to play me anything shittyfluted (esp. Take On Me. Classic.).
I think my favorite channel is Arnold Mackey. He's just some old dude in his house doing lipsyncs into the camera. I mean, maybe "lip sync" is generous. More like just opening and closing his mouth. They're pretty awful, but you can tell he really enjoys the songs. He's recently switched over to just doing karoke in his easy chair and that's fun too. Am I laughing at him? Sure. Is it partially out of being stupidly endeared of him? Fuck yes. Is he my hero? 100% He reminds me of the old guy who used to come to my college karoke night and sing a tone-flat version of Madonna's "Crazy for You" and whom I adopted as my grandpa. This lovely, genuine human often supplies me with beautiful serotonin and he is an angel.
I found him when I was researching the old song "Isle of Beauty" for a show I was making. I think this is my favorite of his. Especially since it's one he sang himself and then lip syncs badly to a recording of his own self....singing terribly. I love it so so so much.
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TO BE A TEACHER
He never wanted to be a teacher.
When he was a kid he wanted to be a footballer. And tried that for a few years; and he wasn’t so good at that. He was always good at maths. He excelled at that in school, and that’s what he went on to do at university. During those student years he fell in love with a woman and she broke his heart after he proposed to her and he would not stop thinking about her all of his life afterwards.
Numbers were amazing things to him and he could see sparky channels through them, how they connected. Sums were gunpowder, colourful bombs. He left university and scouted around financial companies post graduation, and banks, looking for jobs. Nobody hired him.
So he went into teaching and found himself in a high school.
It was clear from the get go that he had to be a mean bastard in order to control the tots.
They weren’t tots, they were teenies, with stickboy, stickgirl bodies, and he quickly learned to hate them. They jabbered, blushed, moved shakily, clumsily. They were stupid aliens. Most of them were atrocious with mathematics.
He snapped at them. The chirpy boys in the lower classes, if they got unruly. It was not like trying to teach a group of people and he wondered why mandatory education existed for such plebeian runts. They spoke in heavy voices. Talked about fighting. It was easier to just hush them up.
So he allowed no talking in his classes. And smacked them up verbally if they broke the verbal curfew.
He got to 40 years old. Then randomly (or not) had a stroke when he was driving to work. To his high school. At that time of day when he was most angry. A weekday (Tuesday) morning. He did not want to exist. And thought about killing himself, quite happily.
This switching sensation went through his mind, and he thought it was just his mind, but it was a physical thing within his brain. The blood wouldn’t connect to a crucial transmission. A crafty clot.
It occurred on the motorway. He lost control of the pedals and his car veered to the left … and this oncoming car behind him screamed at her horn because there was this sudden change of velocity.
His car sluggishly clanged into the fencing by the side of the road. Whilst most of the other cars watched by, bemusedly: they were all in that shit morning mood too.
Until one person stopped. This immobile car half-crashed into the side of the motorway – this random bald man, who was concerned and thought he should do something, even if it meant being late for work. So he parked in front of the stationary vehicle, got out, and went down to the car.
And saw this man buckled down in his seat, suspended airily from his seatbelt.
“Are you okay, sir?” the bald man called, through the closed window, stupidly.
There was no answer. So he called again and then opened the passenger door.
Bald man didn’t usually touch people. But since the other wasn’t responding he jostled his shoulder. Nothing.
The car was still running. And the keys nuzzled in the ignition. So he snatched the engine off. And then called the police.
He figured to go for the police rather than the ambulance, just did it subconsciously, and then the police called the ambulance.
The maths teacher died of a stroke in his car whilst he was waiting for the authorities to come to him. He just never got back up in his seat. 40 year old high school teacher, who nobody liked. And aggressive failure. He was actually quite a healthy man, in terms of diet; and insofar as he didn’t touch alcohol, drugs, etc.
That was his life. What was his name? This was a brief account of this semi-tragic life … so what was his name? Who was his mother? Did he have sisters or brothers? What could he have done with mathematics? It didn’t matter.
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OH MY GOD EPISODE 11
THIS WAS SO GOOD ❤
WHERE DO I EVEN START
BABY BROTHERS ARE SO BRAVE!
NAOTO IS SO AWESOME OH BE STILL MY HEART!!
TAKUYA IS ...
HE'S REALLY PRETTY!!!
OK, I'm being unfair. Poor Takuya is clearly in way over his head re: this whole situation. I mean, I suppose Naoto is, too, but Naoto lives by "NAOYA 4 EVAR" and "I'll do what I have to do." So as much as he angsts, he can easily navigate the situation: he just does what (he thinks) he has to do, for Naoya. Meanwhile Takuya is I suppose a fundamentally easygoing dude who isn't used to thinking too much about the world, but now his whole world has turned upside down, and he keeps being poked in his absolute weakest points (Yuuya & their parents). But unfortunately he's still kind of dumb and makes dumb decisions. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ...right up till the point where he stops doing that! Good for you, Takuya! That's development! :D;;
So anyway, finally the whole paradox thing is increasing! Gah the scenes with the characters swapping in and out in one another's place were so good.
Shouko! Shoukoooo!! ToT) I... I hope she didn't die but went to the Awesome Spiritual Earth? Please tell me she didn't die.
And then... the two pairs of brothers finally meet again!
Takuya: "OMG MY PARENTS!"
Naoto: "I'M TELLING YOU MAN WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM FFS"
Yuuya: "Aniki, he's telling the truth."
Takuya: "Really? Eh, okay then."
Naoya & Yuuya: "Whew, finally we can do this without those two fighting..."
Naoto & Takuya: "Huh? Oh no no no. No. PREPARE TO DIE!!!"
The fight was so good, though. Look at Naoto being all stupidly heroic and self-sacrificing! I mean, Takuya at least has all that military training, but all Naoto has is just his dual power of telekinesis and brocon.
Baby brothers running - to each other as I'd guessed! Awww! Under any other circumstances it would've been a romantic moment (like, it was so obviously shot with service in mind :D), but all things considered it was more cute than anything. Also, aww - they're connecting and bringing the whole paradox thing to a climax and the world is now on the way to destruction! Yay for great ideas!
Meanwhile the two older brothers are watching like
"Hey, Naoto."
"Hm?"
"I think we might have made a really stupid decision."
"...Yeah. I think so too."
The Naoto & Takuya vs military fight scene was so so good. As I'd said before, this show loves two things: blowing shit up, and abusing Naoto. Both on display in this episode!
「とんだブラコン兄貴だな、お前は」 XD Thank you!
Boss Man: "BRING OUT THE TANKS AND OTHER REALLY BIG GUNS! WE'RE TAKING THEM DOWN!"
Soldier: "Hey, boss... didn't one of those guys stop a bunch of freaking AGMs just in the previous episode?"
Boss Man: "Yeah, so what?"
Soldier: "..."
Apparently Boss Man also has the power to cancel out other powers, soooooo there's an obvious question I'm not asking here, because hey, that action scene was pretty sweet. Especially Naoto's run.
Naoya & Yuuya disintegrating! Oh no! ...I mean, I'm fairly certain they're not going to die (just yet) but still, poor babies. Hurry up you two idiot older brothers and save them! Somehow!
I mean... I guess they didn't really have a plan as such, other than "let's get to each other and we'll figure something out" so I hope whatever needs to happen so they can start figuring something out - will happen fast!
Next episode is the last!! NOOOOOOOOO...... 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Please please please make it run forever!
...well, I guess there's still the manga and the novelization. And I can rewatch the drama and re-read that novelization. But still! I really grew to love the 2041 version!
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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 15)
THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.
UPDATES FOR WITCHER OF THE NIGHT WILL BE PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY NOW IN MY TIME (GMT +8)
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WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST
Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader
Summary: Mornings with Geralt especially after a night full of bliss can keep your face burning hot from the discernment that he'd finally bed you. He was insatiable and also salty from dodging his subtle gestures---which can be quite entertaining to experience and also upsetting when it took him three days of keeping his distance. But, the witcher made up his absence by giving a gift that surely warmed your heart.
Warnings: Mention of Bucky, X-men and the Avengers. (Weird, I know. HAHA!) Suggestive content. Cheeky Geralt. Nudity. Salty Geralt. (LMAO XD) Shy reader. Kinda sweet Geralt? There's floof in this! Geralt unfamiliar with the feeling of holding hands. Heehee! Mention of bulge, nipples and punani? Also, a cunning reader. HA!
Words: 8.9k (It's a lot. I know. Sorry. The next chapter is actually smut again. Damn. It's also 10k words. I AM UTTERLY SHOOKTH. XD)
A/N: Chapter 15.1 will be smut. No plot shift for the rest 2-3 chapters. (Just relationship development for the reader and our white wolf) Let's just be happy with these type of chapters before I drop bombs, bb's! Also, let's just appreciate that Geralt is feeling happy (still being how he is tho) before shit goes down again and he's all brooding. XD Geralt deserves this! XD I don’t want the characters to just revolve around the idea and pleasure of lust because I know it is more than that.
TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN FOR THIS ONE! Heehee! Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS CHAPTER! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE! Sorry for the grammatical errors and such because English isn’t my mother tongue!
Disclaimer: PNG’s used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi (GIF credits: witches-ground, white-wolf-of-rivia, demivampirew)
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ONE HABIT OF YOURS THAT YOU WERE USED TO DOING IN THE MORNING IS TO STRETCH ALL THOSE KNOTS THAT HAPPENED TO BE ACHING WHILE YOU'VE SLEPT LIKE A BABY. The ravens that tweeted on the window side never seem to wake you up, but your body clock did.
No blinding sunlight has woken you up from your slumber this time. A lazy whine gurgled at the back of your throat; shifting on your side of the bed as you've turned sideways to sluggishly haul your arm on an expected empty space to surprisingly feel solid, chiseled, warm, valley of muscles that laid upon your palms.
You've swallowed your saliva, your throat feeling scratchy and drier than usual. A subtle clearing of your throat as you narrowed your eyes to presume that the white wolf was already out and about before you even were.
Well-knit arms and sturdy shoulders that were precisely sized like your thighs, crinite chest that you somehow managed to goggle once your half-lidded eyes blinked to straighten the blurry gaze of yours, eyesight now sharp as a cheetah. Perspective concentrated on the beefy man who had his blankets treacherously meeting the ends of his torso, mantling the parts he needed to cover for the sake of your stability.
You didn't even know your palms were already caressing Geralt's prominent abs when you've raked his body at a snail's time. Glowing, soft and amused amber eyes already focusing on your groggy state of mind.
"Good morning," the scarred hunk of a man huskily greeted, his timbre lacing with an unused pliant tone that certainly left your thoughts unprocessed as your hand cease its freedom from feeling his abs brushing beneath your fingers.
You've taken a dry gulp, impulsively carrying your weight with the help of your elbow, gaping at the witcher who had a stoic face but with unfathomable emotions filled within his eyes.
"I wasn't fondling with your abs, I swear! I was...caring and caressing your scars!" an arm was raised, like you've been caught by the police for creating a crime. The other supporting your weight against the mattress as Geralt seemed to be in a sustained position. Back wholly laying down with his face turned to your looming ones as he rested below you.
He sluggishly blinked, eyes slightly seeing something more worth to admire at as he looked down on your wonderful unclad chest before cocking a brow to skeptically admit with his eyes now focused on you, "That...didn't felt like there were any scars on that part,"
You could tell his mind was preoccupied as he licked his lips, taking a glance of what he was been looking at when you've seen breasts out in the open that made you emit a tiny shriek which got the witcher grinning a little. The blankets on you were hurriedly raised till your chest was covered; though, it probably had no use already from how you've seen the hickeys that were left all around you chest; convincing you that having a nipple slip wasn't the only thing uncouth.
A mortified look on your face had Geralt entertained first thing in the morning. A weird expression you pull whenever you're in the midst of feeling petrified for every new stuff that you experience in their world; never having to experience it back in your earth.
For all one knows, you were probably a reserved child or simply a staid that you haven't gotten a real man throughout your lifetime.
Geralt kept his mouth shut; as he always does and waited for you to vent and clear out your horrified burst of emotions. He knew you would calm down a little after saying what you needed to honestly tell, and so; he silently listened.
"Please tell me you've taken my clothes off because I needed a bath and because of whatever I was feeling last night---because, because---I'm so freaking redundant, I apologize--- Also, I gotta' say and ask you an intriguing question that you surely don't mind based on how you are lacking clothes right now---but, are you NAKED UNDER THE COVERS, Geralt?"
You couldn't believe you've taken drastic measures last night.
Face began to twist in embarrassment, it was like the morning wanted you to take the recording device and press the playback button. The horrible thread of wanton moans and utterances in the middle of being riled chimed in your head like your dignity was laughing at how you promised never to give in to the witcher because he was a fuck boy in their dimension.
Who's cackling now?
Right. Your strength of character was, because you didn't seem to be quite strong for lewdly moaning out his name like a prayer in the middle of the night. Those raunchy ugh's and oh's will continue to haunt you down.
Geralt's expressions seemed to be unreadable still, until you've seen his lips pucker a little, slightly tilting his head as he tried to sit up, "I'm taking the blankets off."
You tried to stop him and held onto his shoulders, softly clawing at the back of his disheveled, chalky white hair as the touch wasn't making you feel any discomfort for the first time; would you even feel uncomfortable after being bonked all night? you probably hugged him when he had rode you off to wonderland for a couple of times already.
"Wait---no!"
His unkempt head fell on his pillow with a soft thud, vaguely turning his head till you were within an ace of breathing each other's oxygen.
The witcher kept still and hushed. His gaze falling on your semi-dry lips as he quietly listened to all your questions; ceasing from saying anything less than his breathing, "It happened, didn't it?" he became more blasè when you've thrown your queries at him in a hurried pace, not giving him a chance to answer, "---I didn't have a wet dream or something?"
As more as you talk, letting the panic rise to your head because of the shame you felt that maybe he would feel used after being so in need for such a passionate impaling; the sex being done out of help or because there was no other choice for the pain to stop, those sly fidgety fingers of yours topped off his thatch of hair that laid upon his chest, tracing the notch of his medallion as you heard him lowly hum in delight.
Geralt only answered you with a lazy blink of his eyes, heedful of your fingers mindlessly caressing his skin because you were anxiety-filled as of the moment. He let you, always will; with eyebrows tightly furrowed together as he was trying to retain the image of your sweet, seraph face, scruffy hair and painted skin that was filled by witcher bites.
You pouted. Your lightly swollen, grouchy morning face go on about how your core felt sore from how it has been penetrated hours after hours end, "I'm sore. You sure I didn't just got prank by Jaskier and somehow stupidly sat on a pole that stabbed my reproductive organ?"
The sexy, hot, and stark naked white wolf subtly shook his head, his palm retracting from behind his head as he moved his thick arm, slipping beneath the white covers. Determined for his listless touches; strong fingers gliding behind to rest his palm against the small of your back.
His touchy-feely gestures made you swallow the collywobbles, rapidly blinking back as you hardly believed he was actually touching you back. Far as you remembered, when you hugged him while his hair was being braided, Geralt went stiff and still, never knowing what to do with your sudden, impulsive actions.
Your words stumbled after each other, slightly stuttering at the perfervid gaze he opted to give out of his wits, "Great! No...no more sacrifices of virgin women to witches now?"
Geralt was still voiceless as he remained speechless. Your image in the morning placing him in a trance. You awkwardly cleared your dry throat, wincing because of how stupefied he appeared to be. Your hand quickly came to cover your mouth, stifling the embarrassment because of how he seemed to be blown away by particular things you didn't know about. One of your guesses was that he was dumbfounded by your morning breath, "Oh, my morning breath. Explains why you're not talking, Rivia."
You've warily stuck your head in between the crook of Geralt's neck and clavicle after being forthright. The touch of your skin against his knocking him out of his reverie as he tried to turn his head to see your face, but failed to do so; your face thoroughly hidden in his peripheral vision.
"No. That's never happening." he hoarsely murmured; answering your 'sacrificing a virgin' question. His timbre awfully deeper and rougher than most of the time. This was his morning voice then, and you were sure your heart began to wildly flutter because of his fingers behind the small of your back; absentmindedly brushing his calloused palms against your delicate skin.
You mumbled against his shoulder, speaking tone more sotto voce and inaudible. But, the white wolf heard everything. Your tone turning pocket-sized because of how scandalous the question have been.
"I'm not a virgin anymore then?"
He granted your question with an affirmative hum, his answer felt like you were tickled under your palm as you were still being a scatterbrain.
"We'd really...?" you trailed off dubiously. The train of thought left like a scattered path that had an arrow as to what you really wanted to mean. You've felt his chest exhale a sigh before he lowly spoke and frankly continued the sentence for you, "Bed you?" the witcher grouched like he wanted to scoff from how beyond belief you sounded, "---Yes, midget. I did. We did."
Geralt felt your shoulders shaking, your mouth exhaling stifled, mirthful giggles as your face went flushed from the reality of your virginity being taken by the witcher.
A dashing mutated human who came from a different world. He was like a character that existed in a game or movie. The type of television series that you would love to watch despite of having many seasons for it based on how interesting his world have been. Less frightening through a gadget rather than experiencing it in real life though.
Your first experience with sex and it had to thankfully be with Geralt of Rivia.
"Oh..Ohohoho," you expressed your faint simpers, feeling Geralt's fingers turned still as he waited for you to continue like he always does, "---You're not serious."
He sensed the slight snigger in your tone, the disbelief somewhat dripping in strong because of the thought. Though, there was also a bit of worry to it because you were probably agitated of what would happen after this; like it was just the start of something bigger and you knew it wasn't just the girth that has piped you in like a broken faucet which is needed to be fixed all night.
"Geralt of...Mmmhia and me," you mused before feeling his fingers brush up your sides; the butterflies in your stomach tickling your insides making you partly squirm from his touch. Your body oblivious of the modest shiver of your body that has automatically responded to the witcher's touches.
A pair of soft, pillowy lips rested upon your shoulder, pecking your silky skin that somehow had a purplish bite and the witcher tried soothing it with a kiss.
"It happened. Even more than once."
You've tried hard to suppress your exhilaration from how the witcher has been acting. Staying in bed with you, saying good morning and most of all, boldly kissing you or in every parts of your body whenever you're together. It was an obvious notification that he was a lot more brazen with you alone, by preference; Geralt appeared to be like a person who lets his walls down when you're the only person he's with.
A deep, baritone chuckle was heard after your toned down squealing. You swiftly lifted your head to meet the diablerie eyes of the white wolf, his mouth in a tight-thin line before winding his long fingers around your nape, pulling your face close until his lips met yours, his vermillion avid to give you a passionate one when he planned to only give you a soft peck that would make his gluttonous cravings contented.
Nevertheless, he knew it wouldn't based on how he wanted to rile you up again, all day. Just those naive, coy innocence of yours was enough reason to continue his corrupting.
You've held a hand on his chest when he tried to deepen the kiss, lifting himself up with an elbow while he continued to connect your lips to his; smoothly molding as one before you've felt his hoary hair frame your face, paving the way till you were laid flat upon your back; Geralt's heavy, muscular weight starting to crush you. His soft kisses that turned choleric had a hidden agenda when he tried placing you under him, and you knew what strategy he was playing.
Your warm palms stopped his ministrations with a hand on his bewhiskered, chiseled chest. The look in your eyes savvy for what he was planning for; feebly doing it so as you were puny with just one aflamed kiss from the witcher. His spirited kisses were cut-short, a coquettish look within those glowing amber eyes that gave you the tingles when you were trying to grasp how you've fantasized to have his weight crushing you as he laid on top; then now it wasn't just a fantasy of yours as it turned into a reality.
"We actually did the birds and the bees then, if you're that comfortable with kissing me, Geralt."
His features appeared to be like he couldn't-care-less, until such time his taciturn self had slipped a small smile or two making you raise a skeptical brow. Geralt tried to put his lips back to where it came from before you've tutted with frisk.
The latter deeply groaned to himself, cocking his head to the side when you've received an unusual balk from a man who rarely expresses himself. He dejectedly rolled off you, seeing him raise a skeptical brow. Geralt's cynicism catching you off guard like he was an adult who has never been given what he wanted.
"I had you all night," he claimed, sounding totally point-blank as he sat his ripped back against the wooden headboard. The covers just below his torso as a trail of trimmed hair was hiking down a path that had your fingers cursory signing the cross like you were being whispered by the devil on your shoulders.
He didn't seem to mind showing you his sculpted body that was carved by the gods, after screwing with him, he became pretty much as bold as brass unlike you who was still sheepish about your naked self hidden beneath the covers. Well, if you had a chiseled body like Geralt of Rivia; you wouldn't be shy of it at all.
Geralt's lips were slightly curled up in a sneer as he sat beside your laying, timid form. You shifted across the bed, rolling off to the other side till you weren't facing the goading, ghost-voiced witcher---who sounded so hot nevertheless---and you saucily concluded, "It was just...a wet dream of me being one horny woman. Not real."
You can sense that he wanted to scoff, feeling his eyes tickling your back because you knew he was still staring.
"You begged for it," he spoke as a matter of fact.
Oh, he's wanting a debate in this one. You thought in the back of your mind. Discomfited by the truth that was set free. Much to your chagrin, his frank discussion made you jump on the bed, sitting upright with the blankets covering your chest as you let out an incredulous gasp, feigning the whole act that you didn't know the veracity held within his facts.
His gaze was entirely pooling with mischief and a little bit of pride as well. He was close-lipped when his features began to endearingly soften, ushering your heart to turn mushy from how evocative his gaze held; tinting your face with a blush that certainly couldn't be seen through the naked eye.
"It--It was the scar's fault! You didn't need to be so blunt about it!---also stop looking at me like that!"
Your heart was on edge like it was standing on the ends of the cliff, waiting for the catapult to just be done with Geralt probably standing below you with open arms. You've given him a faltering glare that consists of ambivalent emotions soaring high.
You didn't know where to look, eyes shun away from the man. Briefly shifting from the windows behind him; lately realizing that his wide ranging built actually had him covering the sunlight for you as you slept. A hand clutched the blankets tightly in front of your chest while the other hand had you fidgeting over the disarranged bed covers; tapping and tapping till it ceased when you've felt Geralt's fingers grazing along your chin, turning to look him in the eye and you swore breakfast was already served before you even know it.
"That wasn't the issue when you've left me alone in my chambers---trying to upset me when you've braided my hair,"
He deeply mocked as you feigned another gasp. It galled you that he was accusing you that you've left him upset yesterday. He wasn't just the only one who was aggrieved from the whole situation.
"Excuse me---?! What are you actually trying to point out here? Now, you think of me like I'm some...some woman who planned this all along and--and---!!" your train of thought was cut off midway, forbearing what you wanted to say as the witcher raised a brow in understanding; knowing what you meant.
A promiscuous woman. Geralt never thought of you that way last night when you were caught in the heat of the moment especially experiencing the effects of the Cicatrix. He found it definitely onerous mostly that he also could feel what you felt; happiness, sadness, fear, anxiety, vexation and a lot more that could vary. Though, the witcher would know what you felt when the emotions were already clouding up your mind; filling them until it was the only thing that runs in your heart before sensing it.
The whole intuition about sensing each other's feelings still had no answer. Though, both of you knew it was also because of that bizarre mark that was carved in between your breast; knowing full well that the hunger you had for each other causes it at the same damn time.
Geralt's lips curled into a faint, kindly beam that had his eyes glowing in odd compassion.
"I don't. You're still my midget,"
You tightly blinked, words jumbled all together with a disbelieving stammer, "Your---midget? Yours?" and subtly pointing a finger at him as you were entirely gobsmacked from his sudden admission and roundabout claiming towards the whole midget thing.
Does this mean he was your witcher then?
He averted his beautiful cat-eyes away, lowly humming beneath his chest and fleetingly shut his peepers, the isolation of being with you overwhelming him a lot. The solitude of being alone as much as possible; away from people except for Jaskier and Cirilla sounded calming. But, when you came along; your happy-go-lucky and naivity of yours swept himself off his feet no matter how emotionless he appeared to be.
Your sweet, bashful and intriguing presence was beyond overwhelming to his withdrawn behavior.
After hearing a hum from the witcher himself, you've hardly scooted away---thinking better to have breakfast in bed, no kidding---but chose to be practical and avoid a slip of your flushing face, turning your bare back away from Geralt; feet falling flat on the wooden floors as you straightened your back, lazily stretching as you softly mewled---that got the witcher burning holes on your back and also feeling himself twitch under the covers because he heard it so well.
You've felt his thick, long, calloused fingers brush against the small of your back, gliding along like he was insinuating at something.
"Another?"
He actually didn't mean...that, right? you silently talked to yourself, clearing your throat, ceasing your actions; gaze fixated at Geralt's used black buttoned tunic that was tossed to the floor.
"What do you mean, another?!"
Your tiny squeaks echoed around his chambers, chary of what he was hinting at that made your eyeballs pop out of your eye sockets from how he still wanted sex after having at least just two hours of nap. You were blissfully spent last night, utterly drained and here he was, the witcher was wanting more.
Was this one of his perks in being mutated?
His fingers gave you a slight tickle, rough voice turning velvety like silk, trying to scrub that determined but utmost wobbly state of mind when it came to your witcher. Geralt's fingers brushed along your spine, languidly tracing till the periphery of your shoulder blades that emitted a breathless exhale of your breath from his mere touch, "When I told you I would indulge your curiosity all night long and days thereafter, I wasn't lying."
Your skin felt so supple and satiny; the way he coveted all night wasn't enough to keep him sated. Satisfied. No. If it was possible to have you in a week of constant ravishing; he would delightfully do so. But, no. You didn't have his stamina nor do you probably feel comfortable by the sensitive feeling you were experiencing as of this morning.
Yes, you were sore. Very. But, the soreness was worth it in your perspective.
You hastily grabbed onto the used tunic, slipping your arms over the huge shirt in which Geralt loved seeing on you but he definitely wouldn't admit, "Oh! As much as I remembered, you never wanted this coochie in the first place! Telling me it was the Djinn effects or some sort!"
"---Midget," you've began your mockery, parodying his baritone timbre like a loser, trying hard type and Geralt couldn't help but place you under his scrutiny, his succulent lips curling into an amused smile as he silently watched you make a fool out of yourself, "---I don't deserve it. I'm guessing it's the Djinn's work that is talking---who's the liar now, huh?"
The witcher exhaled a long sigh, drowsily blinking as he added nonchalantly, "A shame." he stifled the amusement in his tone as you turned to see him slightly imploring to persuade that dead set decision of yours. Your reactions were priceless, even so; he kept his bulge twitching in anticipation for another wave of bliss because every breath he hears surprisingly makes him go gaga over you.
"---Spare me five minutes."
You looked at him like he has grown three heads. Unblinking from his risquè intimations of having your fantasies ticked down. It only needed a 'yes' from you and breakfast will immediately be served right thing in the morning.
Geralt of Mmmhia licked his lips, gaze narrowed as he was seeing the unwavering look within your eyes.
"Ten." he bluntly proposed, stifling a chuckle that made you want to just throw yourself at the witcher but you were a strong woman---though, your eyes have been a huge traitor against the strong will; raking along Geralt's body maybe more than once to admire him in the flesh. Yet, also the tragic experiences that his scars held.
You would ask him about it someday; deciding that you wouldn't want to ruin this rare mood of his.
"Must it be half an hour?" skeptically, he mumbled and blurted out in the open with a hum that snapped you out of your reverie.
"A liar indeed. You don't just take five minutes. Your five minutes consists of six hours or more! Probably even days!" you shook your head knowingly, subtly pointing down below as you sheepishly batted your eyelashes back to the staring witcher who was intensely doing it; with you who was gesturing to what he wanted, "---You're not having this,"
With a simple wiggle of your fingers he knew you wouldn't budge, nor was the white wolf even serious. Geralt was just sending a jest or maybe it also held a little bit of real talk if you would allow him for his wishes.
He'd feast ones eyes as you slid your feet off the bed, with bewilderment in his golden peepers. He opened both palms on either side, gesturing with his hands in astonishment from how you've curved him away, giving the morning bonking a miss. Geralt raked you from head to foot, having a thing about wearing his gigantic clothes that obviously didn't fit like a glove.
With the tousled hair, abnormally painted skin and body ache you were feeling, it was enough to get his agitating hunger firing up.
You heard him grouch as the bed squeaked, warning you that the witcher has stood up on his feet; unintentionally giving his exposed body a once over as the bare-assed witcher grabbed onto his leather pants, fumbling with the hem of it; looking out of the window as the sunshine hit his body in a staggering way. His derriere was phenomenal, the swell of his ass was remarkable; out of this world and you couldn't believe that he'd actually...finally...let you have him.
Pulling out an all nighter didn't kept your curiosity still; even then, you planned and wanted to have another soon when you weren't sore enough, if he'd let you.
"Yeah," he stated in point of fact, receiving a panicking yelp from you when he'd turn around; his disrobed nature never disturbing him despite with you in the room, a daring gesture that he certainly didn't mind if you would stare because you were free to do so. Your reaction got his lips curled into a small grin, the sun making your bruised skin glow in ways that got him complimenting his work of art.
"---Until that weird Cicatrix of yours starts giving effects, the domineering lady would waver,"
Alas, the cicatrix was not giving you effects. But, just seeing him standing buck naked; had your will shaking from the time out you opted to happen. It was probably a bad idea to even suggest a short suspension of the activities he wanted to receive.
Three days have passed. After your nightly penetrating with the witcher and the morning after when you've hushed his off-colored ideas, you didn't know he would be so salty about it.
Geralt was still Geralt; silent, unobtrusive and basking in his own solitude with his horse at all times. Regardless of his normal behavior for wanting to be alone, you understood that it was already a part of his personality that you've known since the day you've arrived.
When you meant that you wanted a timeout, three days wasn't what you tried to point out. The burning coil stirring and pooling below your stomach calmed down in some way or another when you've given in to the desires it wanted. Hence, after that carnal desires it controlled; it wanted another thing as well. Though, this time around; no Cicatrix was controlling you to feel this way.
You wanted Geralt's attention after spending most of his time with Roach rather than his midget.
He wasn't entirely avoiding you at all costs, pushing you off the side or something like that but his gestures were minimal especially with Jaskier and Cirilla hanging around. No hugs, no kisses or no touches when you both were surrounded with his family's presence especially that they had guesses about what happened that night.
Jaskier knew it all and heard what happened. With all the grunts and hushed moans in the middle of that particular night, he blamed himself for telling Geralt to just give in when he would've realized that his room was beside his. The constant whump of Geralt's headboard hitting the adjoined walls that he had with his made the bard grab all his pillows, deciding that it was better to sleep on the hallways instead.
Geralt's withdrawn behavior was a run-of-the-mill habits of him. You were beginning to ask yourself if it has ever been a dream; the nightly ravish and torrid kisses that has happened, but you were wrong because you've woken up one time in the middle of the night with the witcher behind you as you slept on his bed, feeling his burly arm surround your waist, and unexpectedly spooning you to sleep.
You knew it was him because you've jerked from his sudden touch; in the midst of a nightmare that got your heart palpitating as you turned in your sleep. He heard your troubled whimper, taking a peek from behind your back to see if you were deep in your slumber. You were, but he'd heard your heart beat abnormally thumping louder like you were being chased and the latter knew you were caught up in a nightmare.
He gently pulled you around, turning you to face him as you've unconsciously flutter your eyes open, seeing burnt out glowing amber eyes which made you thoughtlessly cuddle closer to his neck. Humane, baritone shushes rocked you to sleep, feeling more protected that you wouldn't have a nightmare of being chased by monsters anymore now that Geralt was beside you.
Be that as it may, his actions were baffling you because after that nightly cuddle session, he was out of doors; never telling you where he went as he came back home at around nightfall without anyone telling you where he went; not that Jaskier and Cirilla knew because they also had no idea where the he went.
Here you thought, witchers can't be petty over such a little thing.
Surprisingly, Geralt was going to be the living proof that they knew how to act like one. It was like he was having a manly period and acting complicated was one of the effects; would chocolates simmer his pettiness down? you doubt.
"Hmm." The witcher was crouched beside his horse; giving her a look before scanning through a half ripped parchment paper that had an awful sketch of his face and yours; one he had retrieved from the guards that tried to forcefully take him when he was away to hunt a Bruxa.
He heard your soft padded footsteps coming down the stairs. Geralt knew it was yours because you had your own pattern; like it was a pebble being thrown in the water. Faint, gentle patters that only you can do in the perimeters of his household. Thusly, he kept the paper close to him, slipping it through the band of his pants as he rose to his feet; the sound of your feet taking a hesitant step close once he'd felt you nearby. You were hesitating, shy or probably thinking too deeply again.
Hence, your bashful company has lifted a suppressed smile on the witcher's face before it fell in just a hot second.
"My...sweetheart of a witcher," You coyly poked through his silence, taking heedful steps close. Your boots lightly scraping along the pastureland, trudging to where you could see Geralt and his broad shoulders.
The endearment you had for him struck an involuntary cringe. He swiftly turned on his heel, facing you with his eyebrows tightly scrunched together like he didn't know what to truthfully feel about the whole pet name. You gave him an unimpressed fall of your forced smile, completely nonplussed that he seemed to be peeved.
"What's with that face? You don't like it? Is it that too cringey? you looked like you've seen Barney and realized he was an awful, scary dinosaur for the children!"
Geralt exhaled a breath out of his mouth before peering down at you; disregarding your modern references for now because he knew it was a banter, his eyes doing that beautiful narrowed smolder that made you want to smack his face...with your lips.
"You're doing it too."
You snobbishly crossed your arms across your chest, shrugging off the timidness as you held your head up high. Literally. The compelling sarcasm drizzling out of your mouth as you declared, drawling out your words like it sounded seething and with emphasis as Geralt couldn't help but tilt his head to the side, considering the snark that you wanted him to be aware of.
"Fine. I'm ticking that out. Honey, then? Cause you're as sweet as honey then became too salty and tried spending more time with Roach rather than your midget."
Who was petty about being subtly ignored now?
Y-O-U.
Geralt shifted his weight on both feet, the glint in his eyes telling you that he was finding the topic rather amusing when you're all riled up for being out of his reach. He'd done that for you. Isn't that what you wanted? space? a timeout? yet, why were you being mad about it then?
"My darling witcher," you started again with a pinch of sugar; the endearment sounding like a threat when you've seen his eyes subtly scanning your clothes. He'd given you a scowl. His gaze felt heavily dragging as he bore in mind at the image of your taut, hardening nipples that was poking through the tube part of your dress.
The crisp breeze of the wind passed through the air, licking up your spine that ignited a reflex from your perky breasts, your dress more see-through as Geralt inspected such a modest outfit which you never worn ever.
Nevertheless, its effects that you wanted to portray through the outfit got him eager for what plans you hold; appearing to be so innocent, demure and sweet with that princess-like sleeveless dress. You had plans. Cunning plans for the witcher, indeed. Sometimes, that naivity running in your veins contradicts with the threatening tone that somehow slips through your mouth; like a bane from a baby snake because of how innocuous you wanted it to be told.
Your innocence somehow had ulterior motives and dark shadows behind your cherub face and small height.
"Stop it." Geralt lowly grumbled in protest, the sight of your nipples stirring the heat inside his pants. You've caught a glimpse of his eyes rolling in disbelief, making you exclaim out loud, "I'm squeezing so hard for your sweetness to come out, Geralt. Pay heed for my effort, will ya'?"
The latter loudly sighed, turning on his booted heel to brush through Roach's mane; he tried to ignore your get-up. But, the dress was doing magnificent effects to your whole being. You were as pretty as a picture, captivating on its finest because of how effeminate its design was decorating your body.
Geralt gave you another once over, probably staring a little bit too long for his 'self-control' to shake.
"You're wearing a dress." he uttered a little bit dull for you to accept. Words frothing with lethargy as he continued to give his attention more to his horse that made you withhold a huff because of how you were feeling disregarded.
You went all the way out; wearing a pretty dress just for the witcher and here he was, brushing off your presence like he didn't like what he was seeing. You were sure you were dolled up from head to foot; even had Cirilla helping you tie the strings behind your back to keep your stomach in tact.
Jaskier even had a good start of the day to send compliments when all you've receive from him was insults; his words noting that you were looking rather feminine and pretty with the dress you've bought back in the marketplace and the witcher here couldn't even look straight into your eyes nor give you the attention you've been hoping for?
Your face fell from his lackadaisical response, eyeing Geralt in dismay who still had his back face-front. You were thoroughly disheartened, shoulders slumping while you stood beside the towering white wolf; voice sounding nasally from how dispirited you've felt.
"You sound like you're telling me I look like a whale in this pretty cute dress with that scowl on your face---Thank you for your kind honesty, my lord."
Geralt sauntered around Roach where his bag has been strapped to his horse, you've tailed behind him like a puppy. He rummaged through his leather bag, mumbling his reply in his most sluggish tone like a wiseacre.
"You want something from me. Obviously." he bluntly commented, digging in his bag for a thing he bought from Babeth.
You cocked your head to the side, shrugging your shoulders when you've heard Roach neigh through your honest confession induced with sheer sarcasm.
"Your attention.It’s what I only need! What else? It's like begging to a rock, I swear. You don't even hold my hand, give me back hugs, kiss me on my forehead like in the movies or those sweet gestures that men usually do. Roses! Daisies! Love letters! But, does your world have roses though?---What? you screw me all night in one day---wrecking my punani then ignore me the next? excuse me, Mr. Casanova---"
He briefly ceased his ransack, sparing you a glimpse of his impervious amber eyes; silently asking if you were actually serious with this complaining of yours before quickly revoking the admission with a snort.
"---Pfft. Okay. I'm shutting up."
Geralt went back on digging through his bag pockets, his thick fingers seeming to give him a difficult time as he couldn't help but deeply groan to himself, the scowl etching on his face growing tighter when he couldn't seem to find it. In the midst of searching through his bag, he could hear your toes softly tapping on the ground alongside with your fingers lacing behind your back and tapping against each other while you get a hold of what you were about to actually ask; like a child asking permission from her guardian.
"Jaskier and Cirilla will be visiting Cuthbert," you quietly started, uncertain of what his answer would because the last time you've tried jumping out of their household, he came home entirely maddened over the fact that you were wandering around the woods at night. However, today you would dawdle through the woods in the morning.
"---Can I come with?"
He talked under his breath, "No. Stay."
You slightly turned your head, jutting your ear his way because it sounded like an incoherent rumble of his voice that you didn't quite believed to hear and so, you repeated; much clearer and with emphasis.
"Jaskier told me they'll be bringing Kolby with them so he could wander around a little bit. If a Hirikka can come with them. Then, I suppose I can---"
Geralt cut you off in a curt manner, "Stay." he repeated his word more gruffly than the rest.
You instantly pouted from the dismissal of your request, glowering back at the witcher who was turning a deaf ear; still going through his stuff as he kept silent which caused you to sulk because of how he couldn't seem to get the bottom of why you were being petty like him.
"I thought you needed to do some monster hunting again?"
A strand of silvery hair fell from the side of Geralt's temple as he simply turned to give you an indescribable look in his eyes, tight-lipped but not much of a scowl and close enough towards a frown as he gruffly asked.
"Do you want me to leave?"
An immediate answer was sent to him; a hasty shake of your head as your features turned rigid while you quickly didn't hesitate to answer, "N-No! Of course, not!"
"Then, no. I'm not leaving you." he nonchalantly aforementioned. Finger brushing off a metal string he was finding for.
Geralt decided to stay a little longer before he went out and about to search for the Bloedzuiger he needed to annihilate for the town. He'd given Durriken a two week deadline before he finds the beast in the swamps. Though, the witcher didn't expect to actually take him a week before going on his way to kill this monster because he'd estimated his hunt to only be four days tops. Howbeit, he was stalling and chose to hunt for the bruxa that Jaskier lately mentioned near the ruins and close enough for him to go home when he wants to.
The white haired witcher never puts a brake with his job because he knew that this was the lives of people they were talking about. Yet, when he has encountered the chevaliers of Kaedwen, hunting for the Bloedzuiger that his old friend has requested somehow took him more than a week before actually starting his pursuit.
The day after tomorrow. Geralt would start to find this monster in the south swamps.
"You're not really going to let me go?" you utter so suddenly, huffing out a frustrated breath because you felt like you were being quarantined after the whole incident. It was fine if Geralt was thoughtful enough to entertain you; giving you a little slip of what was running inside his mind, talking to you instead of his horse and a lot more that could serve as entertainment for you.
There were no television, wifi, computers or places you know that were safe to jog in without being eaten by their monsters.
He clipped his bag shut, his fist closed as you tried peeking to what he was holding but his big hands made it difficult to snoop around. Geralt was tightly clutching onto the thing he was holding that made you cross your arms for the second time around, your eyes giving him a glare that didn't move him because he knew you weren't actually mad; just annoyed.
"Fine! I've wasted using a dress then. You know I never like wearing this type of clothes!"
"You're also wearing that because you have other things in your mind,"
Yes, it was to keep Geralt's eyes only on you and not his horse; trying to stir whatever you could for him to never leave your sight.
You rolled your eyes; trying not to appear like you were caught like a deer in headlights, "Great, now you're wanting to be adopted by the x-men or avengers," pause. "---You read minds now too?"
The latter softly exhaled a breath out of his nose. His muscles straining against the black under tunic he wore; sleeves folded till the ends of his elbows that accentuated those protruding veins in his forearms that looked so powerful and strong. You cleared your throat when he'd crossed his arms, the ends of his lips faintly curling when he'd lean his head to the side, quietly watching you fret.
You gave him a nod, misunderstanding his silence that he was trying to shoo you away, anxiously biting the insides of your cheeks, looking straight into his eyes as you thought out loud, "Alright, I'm not going to leave the house. I'll...try and find ways to spend the time,"
Turning around your heel, you were ceased from doing so as strong, thick and warm fingers held onto your shoulder; halting you from leaving him alone. Your heart skipped a beat as he did, his touch sending a bolt towards your stomach, electrifying the butterflies living inside to wake up.
"Wait." Geralt suddenly rasped.
"Did you change your mind now---"
You've tried to turn around, eyes hopeful that he wanted you to stay. His strong hand held you still. Silver met silver as it chimed from behind, a tiny grinding of metals faintly crashing against each other before you heard another grumble of curse words from the witcher who towered from behind.
As blasphemy left his lips, a string of metal looped around your neck followed after. His incoherent babbles quite fathomable as you could hear and comprehend that he doesn't do this kind of shit, complaining why did he even bought such a thing. Another low rumble of the word 'fuck' was all it took for Geralt to impatiently clasp onto the lock with his patience running low, taking him five tries before successfully connecting the hook; his thick fingers awfully difficult for the small jewelry to hold onto.
"Geralt," you were stunned, looking down to see the necklace that has caught your eye back at the marketplace.
It was still glowing like it used to, the coral green color beautifully twinkling against the sunlight. With an excited turn of your heel, you were feet close with the witcher; peering down with a compassionate haze in his eyes that made you grab onto the stone that lay before the valley of your breasts. His fingers still clasped on your shoulder, "This is---this was the fae necklace from Babeth. How did you know?"
Geralt avoided the question with a lick of his lips, taking a glimpse down at the necklace before staring back onto your face. The stone complimenting your glow that only you could radiate, "It'll suit you." Pause. "---The necklace also serves as an amulet to keep you out of harms way,"
"How did you know I liked this?"
You were dumbfounded; peepers quizzical and gaping at the colossal hunk of a witcher. He looked around the field as he breathed, trying to form words that he wanted to say but chose the savory answer of what he actually meant.
"I....just know," he trailed off, warmth trying to embrace you in solace when he let his words flow like a boat sailing in the ocean, smooth and steady; also direct to the point.
"---Your wishes for a man who could offer you a lavish life will never be granted. I can never be the man in your fantasies, midget. I'm not what you think I am; a prince or some nobleman in this world. I’m the least you expect or hope for,"
His jaw ticked as he continued to speak, amber eyes downcast as his face turned impassive; words turning slower than the usual, "I try not to be what they say I am after years end," pause. "---I am not entirely evil nor am I good. I've done things far more worse than any kind person would wail about. People have considered me as a monster for relevant reasons because I've killed their kind with my sword---specifically, fiendish people as I see fit,"
"---But, If I could choose one evil or another, I prefer not to choose at all."
Geralt never broke his gaze away, nor did you find any lies beneath the windows of his soul. Every word he say was the truth as he tries to truly explain what he was in their world, sending a message that he was the boogeyman living inside your closet or a monster haunting you under your bed. The horrible type of personification of what he actually was. Yet, you never see him as one.
With all words that has been said, you couldn't learn to despise him because you knew he was beyond more than that. Important. Valuable and also needed to be shown that ill will and animosity aren't the only sarcastic good that every world can offer. There was kindness; in which he shows no matter how he didn't seem to be aware of. Care. Love. Hope. Eternal happiness.
You knew your heart was screaming it; silently shouting back at the witcher that there was more to the world that it can ever offer and you aspire to be that person to show him what it is he seem to be rejecting.
The latter was heedful of how gentle you were gazing up at him. Thus, he continued, mindless that he was lost in his dismal thoughts of the life that was given to him, "The whole continent, they despise my kind and where ever I go, shit happens all the time,"
Geralt seemed to grit his teeth, humming in displeasure when his features curved into a wince for whatever he had to say next, "---It's the fucking destiny that was bound for me,"
A sudden heavy feeling crept inside your chest; crawling towards your throat and triggering you into throwing a hissy fit of sobs that pushed the tears falling right before your eyes. The abrupt shift from feeling sympathy turned into a mournful midget. Tears being an answer that you were with Geralt in this for whatever he was fighting for; having no idea that his fight could be total carnage and here you thought he was just like Bucky in the Marvel Universe.
People calling him that he's a villain when he certainly isn't because he was brainwashed or had no other choice.
Perhaps, Geralt could be like it. He'd done some kind of evil because he had no other choice too.
He could be a monster but also a hero.
"Why...are you crying?" the white wolf didn't know what to do. Should he hug you? wipe your tears? do men in your world do that when a woman cries? Geralt just stood tall and stiff beside Roach who had stepped back till she had her head close to him.
For anything Geralt can ever look for a horse, she'd somehow neighed and nudged his face; promptly hitting the witcher on the side of his face which caught him off-guard; quickly glaring at his horse as she offered another clear whinny which got another piercing glare from the man himself.
"I don't even know! I think it's because you're also feeling this way but you're not the one crying!"
You were in the midst of expressing your feelings. Your impulsive self hastily grabbing onto Geralt's hand that had him raising a quizzical brow. He momentarily took a glimpse of your fingers lacing in between the spaces of his. He'd never remembered that he had done such a thing before; holding hands while standing in the middle of the meadow, his hand that has tasted blood from different kinds of living creatures or people.
Those sensitive, delicate and sinless fingers of yours gripping his; connecting and enveloping against each other as one. He'd never expected for it to feel this way.
It was quite satisfying and calming; making him feel like he was protecting you in some ways because of how his palms were rather large against yours.
You sniffed your cries away, roughly wiping them with the back of your free hand. Stepping more to his side; his height towering beside your small form as you have given Geralt a look of query, "Why are you holding my hand, Geralt?"
It was a ridiculous joke that laced with sarcasm. He didn't seem to decipher what you meant and heard him sigh with a suppressed smile on his face; fighting off the beam.
"I didn't. You held onto it in the first place,"
"Oh, right. Heehee!" you simply shrugged your shoulders and puckered your lips, giggling after seeing the smile rising those tight-lips. You've waved the awkwardness off as the witcher didn't seem to know what holding hands meant. Add the fact that his hold didn't seem tight and comfortable.
"Isn't holding hands a thing in this world of yours?"
"No." He simply answered, wondering if he needed to clasp his hands tighter. Geralt was about to when you've patted his fingers to relax and grope yours, eventually slackening.
"Oh. Okay. Then, hold me like you're scared to let go, Geralt."
The white wolf mutely complied to your satisfaction; warmth that his hand could provide felt so secure as his grip turned firm like he never did wanted to let go if possible. He tipped his head to the side, watching your face contort into a felicitous image that he had already seen; recognizing the smile that he has seen in the dream that the Djinn wanted him to see.
A dream where he was also smiling the same way as you did.
You were definitely in a more jovial mood after receiving such an adorable gift from the witcher; gifts that he certainly wasn't used to giving, gestures that make him uncomfortable but he tries his best to show that he wasn't what people think he really is and that mindset was enough for your heart to jump in felicity. You've tightened your intertwined fingers.
"There. Better!"
Geralt heard the faint rustle of the winds; hitting you both in a chilling phantasm of the air hugging you in the cold. He heard a twig break from the far distance, it was imperceptible to the ears of a normal human; but not to him.
This wasn't the only time he'd heard things out of the ordinary, some were harmless animals but mostly were beasts that could harm people when hungry. The sound was faint and stealthy; sounding like this beast didn't want to be seen nor caught.
His head snap to where the sound came from, seeing nothing but an extensive lineage of trees swaying from left to right. You've given Geralt a look of doubt, seeing him narrowing his eyes at the far end of the meadow. A simple shake of your hands interlaced together interfered his perusal of something or someone lurking from behind the woods.
"Geralt, come on! I need to show you something and it's about Kolby! He's acting weird!" you tugged onto his hand, walking forward as you tried your hardest to pull his weight; he knew you couldn't and so his concern flew right above his head when you've looked back with those pleading doe-eyes of yours, receiving not anything less than a hum from Geralt as he'd fully had his attention diverted because of you.
"Hmm."
ANOTHER SMUT WILL BE ON CHAPTER 15.1 WHICH WILL BE UPDATED NEXT WEEK, OF COURSE! HEHEHEHEHE. FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! CAN I JUST SAY THAT I WANT TO BE THE READER SO BAD?
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