#Marx needs a hug

[eclipsewarrior101]

Magalor and Friends Au oneshot

It’s a oneshot idea I had. It’s not canon. Just Marx angst hehe

The characters and au belongs to @magolandandfriends

Hiding the Monster Inside

(Warning: this story contains, mention of blood, body horror, mention of self harm. choking and mental issues as well as manipulation and verbal, physical and psychological abuse .)

Marx ran as fast as his feet could take him. He had no ida where to go or where to hide. Crap crap crap, why now, why why why.

Marx could hear his friends in the distance calling to him, but he kept running. He couldn't face them…not now. He ran into the hall of mirrors and just curled up yelling in frustration. He looked up to see those eyes, those horrible black cold crazy eyes and that horrible smirk. He growled and slammed his hands on the glass and cried trying to make it go away. HE wasn’t supposed to gain control again…he was supposed to hurt anyone. He remembered what happened it played in his head like a movie.

Susie and Taranza were working on a performance and i was supposed to go next. I was trying to keep calm, my anxiety was high. But i refused to tell them. I went next and i did okay…bu unfortunately they came up to me to see what as wrong. I just tried to brush them off but susie wouldn't let it go. I could feel HIM talking in my head, telling me things…bad things. Susie grabbed me and when she wouldn't let me go…suddenly everything went blank. I remember…the blood…her scream. Taranza and Magalors yells. I opened my eyes and….oh god. I saw her eyes they were afraid of me, they looked scared. I saw her arm bleeding and then i took off running.

I just growled and slammed my hands on the mirror walls in frustrations “WHY, WHY WHY WHY. why did YOU have to ruin everything…..they…they will never forgive me”

As he cries he hears an eerie familiar voice.It was his voice…but more…darker voice as the tone is laced with malicious and false kindness “ aww. Poor little Marxy. Once again alone. Hehe. i told you soooo”

Marx growled as he looked up. He sees a different version of him in the mirrors. The darker figure had long fangs big wings like Marx’s but with a more demonic form. Big black soulless eyes and his hat was dark purple and blue with different patterns on it. The clone smirked as Marx growled and said “ …s-shut up….go away”

The darker clone curled around the mirrors around him like a shadow, marx hated this guy. He tried to ignore him but Soul Marx smirks “ You cant keep me away Marxy boy. We both know that. I’m apart of you…thanks to your silly wish to take over Popstar, Reeeemebber” he says in a teasing tone

Marx growled and faced the Soul Marx with tears as he said “ A wish I REGRET. you were never supposed to be alive or gain your own conscious. Your nothing but a shadow….you…you wont win this”

Soul Marx laughs with a hint of sadism as he to Marx’s horror comes out of the mirrors as a shadow. He looms over Marx with a toothy smile as he circled him and poked him with his claws on his hands “Oh REALLLY. Cause how i see it. I already did. I warned you of what would happen if you didn't just let me take control. And look what happened…YOU hurt one of your “friends”

Marx growls and tris to act brave but this guy unnerved him “t-that…that WAS NOT my fault….YOU-”

Soul Marx grabs him by the neck and starts to squeeze his throat. Marx’s eyes went wide as he struggled. Soul marx growls “ I DID NOTHING. Susie saw YOU hurt her. Taranza saw YOU hurt susie….this is all on YOU. and who will believe you. What will Magalor think of you”

Marx’s eyes widened as he started to tear up and shake. The memories of the blood, the fear in his friends eyes…they flashed before his eyes as he started to tear up again. He looked to the ground.

Soul Marx smirked and chuckled “that's what i thought. Your pathetic” he throws Marx in to the mirror and Marx says nothing. Soul Marx then went up and whispered in Marx’s ear “You will NEVER belong…YOU will always be a monster. So, be a GOOD BOY and listen to me this time or ELSE. do i make myself clear Marxy”

Marx whimpered and nodded, his body hurting. Soul marx soon slinks into the shadows or the mirror again with a toothy grin. Leaving Marx alone. He gets up, clenches his fists and immediately begins to slam his fists on the mirrors multiple times. He doesn't care if he bleeds…he just, he justs wants to feel pain. Cause right now…he feels numb inside.

#kirby #Kirby au #Kirby magalor land au #Magoland and Friends! au #marx kirby #Severe Marx angst #magalor #kirby susie #kirby taranza #kirby magolor #Kirby soul Marx #tw: mental health #tw: self destruction #TW: blood #TW: self harm #TW:choking #this is a very dark oneshot #Marx needs a hug #Magalor and Friends! AU #kirby marx

[samstree]

“Oh, a shooting star!” Jaskier gasps at the night sky, closing his eyes. “Hush, I need to do this right. I wish…”

For Ciri to be safe.

For Yen to find peace.

For Geralt…

“Wasting your three wishes again?” Geralt hugs the blanket around them, huffing by Jaskier’s ear. “Hmm, let me guess. Fame, wealth… what’s the third one?”

Jaskier winks. “The third one, darling, needs no help from the stars.”

For Geralt to be loved, he thinks quietly, solemnly.

“Death upon Valdo Marx?” Geralt smiles.

“Death upon Valdo Marx, of course,” Jaskier agrees, kissing the shape of that smile.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #drabble

[kyokutsu-sama]

Sfw headcanons

A/n: I made more headcanons, these are for Yami and julius because I love them and they're also my favorites💜

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Yami:

I can imagine a certain enemies-to-lovers romance with him. Firstly because he annoys you a lot (because he secretly loves seeing you mad) and secondly because he's rough with everyone. (He tries his best so he doesn't have to act with you like he does with others, I swear)

He likes to carry you on his shoulder whenever you both cross paths, even if you try to free yourself from him, his arm is too strong for you to run away.

He helps you with your tasks and if you're short, he won't mind reaching to higher places to get something you need. (Of course he will tease you later because of your height)

He likes to train with you, he will ask you not to hold back against him and come with everything. He will probably only bring you home at the end of the day so you can recover from the whole day training.

He will ask all the members of the Black Bulls to take care of you when you arrive from a long mission or when he leaves and you stay at the base.

No one touches you anywhere because he always has an arm around your waist or shoulders and a deadly glare in the direction of those who even try to get close to you.

"Try something with her to see if I don't cut you in half"

The katana is his second girlfriend and he always makes sure to clean and sharpen it. You can't help but laugh to yourself when you see him saying something to it as if it was a person.

He likes to take you out drinking and will be happy if you can handle the drink as well as he can.

He's also a gambler, so it won't be the first time you leave a bar next to a completely naked Yami after he gamble on all his clothes and lost. You will be even more embarrassed not because he is naked but because he normally walks down the street as if he were well dressed.

You guys ended up laughing your ass off that night about that.

Despite everything, he is very careful with you. He is always available when you are sick or injured.

If you are angry or stressed about something, he lets you punch him (But only you can do that) (Besides, he doesn't feel pain because his body is too strong)

If you have a problem that you think there is no solution, remember the famous phrase:

"Surpass your limits...And if you die, I'll kill you"

Julius :

Julius, on the other hand, is cuter and friendlier. So it would end up being a friends to lovers.

He will always be thinking of you as a priority and even if he has a lot of work to do, he always finds a getaway to escape and come to you and see you.

He obviously wants you to show him your magic and is proud of you for being so strong and dedicated as a magic knight.

He gives you cute names and even calls you his queen (Call me queen too, okay🥹👉👈?)

He likes to walk with you around the kingdom, always hand in hand. He doesn't hide his feelings in front of others and even if you are a commoner, he doesn't care. *Bonus: If you come from a foreign country like Yami, he will ask you to tell him what your homeland was like or things about it. He is a very curious man.

Julius always makes sure you're okay and if you need something because you're injured from a mission, he'll bring together a team to take care of you and if that's not enough, he'll send Marx to take care of his affairs (He'll kill him for that) and will stay by your side during that time.

He is very sweet and offers you gifts, even a simple flower he picked in the castle garden he will offer you.

"Y/n, look at this rose! It's beautiful like you, take it"

He's also protective, not deadly like Yami who kills another guy just because he looks at you the wrong way. HOWEVER, I belive that he has other methods for this person and trust me, you don't want to know. He can be dark and mysterious when he wants to...or when someone messes with his girl

He usually takes you to the top of the castle to watch the sunset while hugging you. (Oh my God, I'm going to die of cuteness)

#Black clover #black clover headcanons #black clover fandom #black clover anime #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #yami sukehiro #yami sukehiro x reader #fluff headcanons #headcanons #sfw headcanons

[icedragonlizard]

Headcanon: Kirby hugs everyone

Kirby is a very huggy boi. He loves giving hugs.

Pretty much anyone that is Kirby's friend is going to get hugs from him.

Hugs is one of Kirby's ways to try to provide comfort for someone. He's not good with words of encouragement as he's kind of nonverbal a lot of the time anyways. He'll give you a hug to try to make you feel better, and he also does it just to make you appreciated and cared about, since he wants that for pretty much everyone more or less.

Generally, this works out very well. Even people such as Meta Knight, Magolor, and Daroach that generally aren't huggers on their own are glad to accept hugs from Kirby. It's the least they can do after how lovable and endearing he is, and after everything he's done as a hero.

Every dream friend has received hugs from Kirby. Even Dark Meta Knight, who is generally the most reluctant out of them to accept a hug, has relented to Kirby hugs. Nobody can deny Kirby his hugs.

A lot of Kirby's friends love to return the favor and give him hugs! The most prominent examples of this are King Dedede, Adeleine, Ribbon and the animal friends. Out of the animal friends, Rick, Nago and ChuChu are the most happy to have hugs with Kirby any time. Nago in particular is just a straight up cuddlebug, he's a big hugger too!

ChuChu, Kine and Gooey may not have great skin texture for hugs, but does Kirby care? No. He gives them hugs anyways! Even though Kine and Gooey aren't able to hug back, it's not like they care, they enjoy getting hug by Kirby regardless! They appreciate him so much.

Marx rarely gets hugs in his life. Generally, he doesn't really care for hugs. That being said, Kirby has given him hugs... and he appreciates it! There's a part of Marx that does think it's rather amusing that Kirby chooses to give him hugs considering what happened between the two before, but he figures that the least he can do is accept those hugs! Kirby caught him by surprise one time by hugging him while he was bouncing on his beach ball, which then caused him to fall.. Marx ended up laughing after that because Kirby sure got him there!

The mage sisters normally aren't suited for hugs considering their elements cover their bodies (i.e. Francisca feels icy to touch, Flamberge feels very fiery hot to touch) but I headcanon that they're capable of turning off the elements inside their bodies to where they're capable of giving hugs. And they do that for when Kirby asks to give them hugs. They love hugging with Kirby! They owe it to him after he saved them and Hyness, who likes to hug him as well!

Out of all of Kirby's friends, though, the two that are definitely most needing and deserving of hugs are Taranza and Susie, considering the things that have happened in their lives. After Kirby reconciled with them, he's sometimes been going out of his way to act as emotional support for them. He's made sure to give them both tons of hugs... their grief makes him sad and he wants to them to still feel cared about and appreciated despite losing the people they loved.

Taranza needs hugs for obvious reasons. Dude is just heartbroken from all the things that happened to him. He's so grateful to Kirby whenever he gives him hugs, it often makes him cry happily. Kirby is effective at acting like an emotional support dog for him sometimes.

Susie has gone a very long time without any hugs. When she got banished to Another Dimension, she didn't have anyone that she could've given hugs to, and when she finally returned to her mind-controlled father that forgot her existence, he refused to accept hugs from her... tragic. The first hug that she's gotten ever since the Another Dimension incident was from Kirby when they reconciled.

Because Susie went so long without hugs, it's made her not used to physical affection for the most part. When Kirby hugged her the first few times, it made her flabbergasted, and it even made her cry when she tried figuring out how to respond to it. But eventually as she got more used to it, she really likes Kirby's hugs! Even if she's still not really one for physical affection otherwise, she's glad to have hugs with Kirby any time... she's grateful for it, as it's indeed helpful for her.

That's basically all I have for this post! As this post highly establishes, I headcanon that Kirby loves giving hugs, and will give a lot of hugs to those that need it. It doesn't really get more huggable than Kirby.

Kirby is such a softie. He has so much love and care in his heart. He cares so, so much. Whenever he befriends someone, he's going to act like a real friend to them. He might not talk very often, but it usually doesn't even matter because of how endearing he is. He wants his friends to feel cared about and appreciated, and giving them hugs is probably his best method of making them feel cared about.

Thanks for reading! More Kirby headcanon posts will come later!

#kirby #king dedede #meta knight #bandana waddle dee #rick kirby #kine kirby #coo kirby #marx kirby #gooey kirby #adeleine #ribbon kirby #dark meta knight #daroach #magolor #taranza #susie haltmann #chuchu kirby #nago kirby #pitch kirby #the mage sisters #hyness #elfilin #waddle dee

[fangirleaconmigo]

Valdo Marx is like 99% fanon, is he not?

Valdo Marx is 99.999% fanon.

We only know that he is a troubadour from Cidaris who considers Jaskier to be "a talentless wastrel who panders to the taste of the masses.” We also known that the moment Jaskier gets his hands on a bottle he thinks has a djinn in it, he wishes for Valdo to die of apoplexy.

That’s all we know! So he is a fandom OC, really. Even more so than Aiden because at least we know *something* about Aiden (how he died and what kind of man he was)

So it’s basically another fun creative writing assignment. Who would Jaskier hate that much?! And why?!

And I know some fans are like…well obviously. Jaskier is a petty bitch. But I think that’s an oversimplification! To me personally, it is still extremely noteworthy! For three reasons.

1) Dandelion (talking books now but I do think this all applies to TWN Jaskier just as well) does not have the focus or attention span required to hold a grudge. I don’t remember the exact quote (I don’t have my books on me) but Geralt comments on it specifically.

2) He is predisposed to liking people and thinking the best of them. Geralt (understandably) has a much gloomier outlook on trust, life, and love.

3) Dandelion may be a bitch (I mean. He IS a bitch) but he also has a soft gooey center. He’s just like most witcher characters in that he has layers. Crunchy outside and smooth inside. So while he has a sharp tongue, he does also have a soft heart.

When Geralt breaks (redacted)‘s leg (ankle? I don’t remember) Dandelion screams as though it were his own. On the dragon hunt he begs Geralt not to kill the dragon because it’s “pretty”. He asks Geralt to bring Ciri to Toussaint so he can hug her. He changes the lyrics to his song about the elves in order to protect them.

He’s a petty bitch with a soft gooey center.

I mean, the Valdo thing is obviously supposed to be funny. Dandelion provides so much of the comic relief. It is very likely that we were never meant to think about it this deeply. But overthinking is what we do for fun, gatdamnit! 😂

I admit I haven’t done anything creative with Valdo in my fics but I love when other people do.

I’ve seen fics that make the conflict:

Just theater. They actually secretly like each other. This usually involves hilarity.

A concept where Valdo has a crush on Jaskier, but Jaskier misinterprets it as competitiveness and they start one-upping each other until it spirals out of control.

Unrequited love, on either side.

A concept where Valdo is actually Klaus from the Umbrella Academy time traveling and bringing all the pop songs from the future with him. He enrages Jaskier by how easily he shits out hits (that one was my concept bc I was just sitting there amusing myself after TUA S2)

Valdo is Jaskier with a mustache

The conflict stems from a misunderstanding or a very complicated ‘both of these people are traumatized” breakup. Both are in Oxenfurt and dealing with their own shit/trauma and manage to hurt each other without meaning to.

Fics where the history of it is very very dark. I’ve seen fics where Valdo is abusive. I’ve also seen deaddove dark!Jaskier fics where he is the abusive one.

Usually there is a romance there at some point to explain the intensity of the hatred, but not always. They can also be true enemies (Valdo has murdered or otherwise harmed someone Jaskier loves), or they can be related to each other, and sometimes both or all of the above lol.

Like. The range. I’ve seen Valdo as the perfect ‘hatesex’ candidate for short PWPs and longer Enemies to Lovers multichapters. I’ve seen Valdo as a convenient stand in character when you need a rival, to multichapter works of in depth character creation for him. Or he’s just there to provide Geralt with the motivation to confess his feelings.

So feel free to rb with your favorite Valdo fics, folks. There’s a lot of creativity out there. Not to brag on the fandom writers (but I’m going to brag on the fandom writers) they are a bunch of badasses.

#the witcher #jaskier #valdo marx #canon or fanon #witcher character meta

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

HCs of mereoleona, fuegoleon and leopold (separate) returning to house vermillion after an exhausting mission(your choice) only to be told by julius that the others were turned into kids. Could you also include kirsch and mimosa

I was in the mood for some Vermillion family shenanigans, so this was just the thing I needed. To be thinking about them needing to be babysitters XD

Fanfic type: Headcanons Characters: Mereoleona, Fuegoleon, Leopold, Kirsch, and Mimosa Vermillion POVs: From Mereoleona's, Fuegoleon's, and Leopold's (in that order) Genre: Comedy (/slice of life?) Length: ~1,2k total Warnings: ...uhh... the toddlers do some name-calling and there's fire (I mean, it's the Fire Vermillions, how can there not be fire?)

Mereoleona hadn’t been home for quite some time, but was feeling happy about being able to see her brothers and cousins after a long time. And, there were comforts of home, and civilization, that she couldn’t get while out and about in the wilderness. A nice, long, warm bath being one of them. Sure, she could always visit Yultim for that, but there was something so homely about the bath of the Vermillion estate, maybe over a bottle of wine, that couldn’t quite compare.

Maybe she could take a bath before-

“Oh Mereoleona! Good to see you.”

Mereo quirked an eyebrow, and looked at Julius. Who was an unusual sight in this part of the castle. And that made her suspicious.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“Well... There was a small mishap at the Magic Knights’ headquarters, which had unfortunate effects on... some knights. They are reversible, but will require some time.”

“...What kind of effects?”

“Well, about that...” he opened the door behind him, to reveal... 4 little kids, around the ages of 4 to 5 by the looks of it. And they had oddly familiar looking... hair... and markings on their skin... “I should get back to my work, and help Marx in solving this issue post haste. So, your arrival couldn’t have come at a better time.”

Mereo looked at the kids, and the to Julius, and back to the kids.

“Good luck!” Julius said, and disappeared, before Mereo could utter another word.

She looked at the kids.

The kids looked at her.

She looked at the kids.

The kids screamed, and rushed to her.

For crying out loud... She thought while picking all of the up with her fire paws.

“Aneue! I missed you!” The little boy with green eyes and a canine said with outstretched arms.

“Aneue! I learned making a fireball!” The little boy with purple eyes said confidently.

“Mereo! Brother is being annoying!” The little girl huffed with crossed arms.

“Mereo! Mimo is being jealous!” The little boy with golden eyes said, closing his eyes and lifting his chin.

Mereo closed her eyes with a sigh. Babysitting had been more of Fuego’s territory while growing up, and she had been able to focus on building character. But right now, four lion cubs were her responsibility.

As annoying as it might have been.

Julius better hurry it up, she thought while putting the kids down.

Leo dashed to give Mereo a hug. Fuego demonstrated his newly found skills, and lit the curtains on fire. Mimosa pushed Kirsch and Kirsch... complained about how he was going to get a bruise.

He better hurry it up... she thought.

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Fuegoleon pinched the bridge of his nose.

That particular mission had been more taxing than he had anticipated. But. It was over now, and after completing the reports, he could put it behind him.

It was the home stretch so to say.

“Hello Fuegoleon!” Julius greeted him at the Vermillion estate.

“Hello, Julius-sama. Is something the matter?” He inquired with a frown.

“Well, you could say that,” he gave an awkward look. “There was an incident at the Magic Knights’ headquarters.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and we’re still dealing with some of the aftermath... but it should be resolved in a few days,” Julius continued while scratching his cheek with his index finger.

“Good,” Fuegoleon nodded. “But I must inquire, why did you come to inform me so promptly?”

“Well... because it involved most of House Vermillion,” he gestured to a room, from where a loud laugh rang, making Fuegoleon turn his head towards the sound. “Good luck!” Julius stated before disappearing from sight.

Fuegoleon blinked, and walked into the room, where a rug was aflame, as a girl, of maybe 5 years of age, was standing next to it with a wide, proud grin on her face. Behind her, there was a young boy, who stared at the girl and the flame with his green eyes wide open. And at the corner of the room, there stood two other kids, a girl and a boy, looking scene.

“That is not beautiful”, the golden eyed boy concluded, earning a scowl from the girl next to him.

And Fuegoleon sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and picked up a nearby vase with flowers. I see... he simply thought before taking the flowers from the vase and pouring the water over the flames.

It was only a few days. His parents dealt with Mereo and himself while growing up for years, so... how hard could it be?

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Leo made his way through the Vermillion estate. The last mission on which he had been, had been tough one, one of the toughest so far. But since he had been the one in charge of it, it made sense. And while he was tired, he was also incredibly proud, because he had been waiting for the time when he would be in this position. He had earned this.

So, he couldn’t wait to give his report!

“Leopold, hello,” Julius greeted him as he was making his way down the hall of the Vermillion estate.

“Julius-sama!” Leopold greeted back. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“I am here to look after... the aftermath of an incident at the Magic Knights’ headquarters.”

“What kind of an incident?”

“A rapid de-aging.”

“Rapid... de-aging?” Leo asked with a curious frown.

“Yes. It should be resolved in a few days, but in the meantime, there are some people that need to be looked after. And I trust that I can leave that in your capable hands, as I get back to work,” he said with a small wave, before disappearing, and leaving Leo standing there, even more confused.

“Aneue you-, you idiot!” There was a shout from around the corner.

Leo’s frown deepened, and he quirked an eyebrow.

“Teacher’s pet!”

“No show!”

“No fun!”

Leo peeked around the corner to see two kids, maybe around 5 years of age, staring each other down. The girl had blue eyes, and the boy had purple ones. And they seemed to be only a few moments away from shoving each other.

Well... this can’t be worse than their brawls when they’re adults.... Leo thought.

“Kirsch you’re ruining it!”

Leo turned his head to another corner of the room to see a girl with green eyes, and a boy with golden ones.

“Sorry Mimo but beauty takes time,” the boy said with a pen in his hand, drawing something onto the floor.

“The tile had a small crack! They weren’t going to notice!”

“Now they will not!”

This... at least they’re not breaking things. They’re trying to fix them...  he thought. How long did Julius say this was going to take?

“Haha! You’re clo-othes are on fi-reeee!” Mereo laughed while pointing at Fuegoleon.

I... They will be fine. They will be fine. They will be fine. But first: WATER.

#black clover headcanons #black clover fanfiction #mereoleona vermillion #fuegoleon vermillion #leopold vermillion #kirsch vermillion #mimosa vermillion

[eddiemunsonbignaturals]

Acetaminophen!

4k words of eddie munson x reader hurt/comfort

you ever have a mysterious toothache and no money in your pocket? well, now you have🫡. tooth-hurt/comfort, fluff, eddie does a lot of praising, latrine-lip reader has had to learn to be taken care of.

content warnings include mentions of and jokes about drug abuse, fantasies of blood and death and violence, manifestation, no insurance, yes poverty, having to fuckin go to work when you dont wanna.

Your first breath this morning had been a gasp of pain. A deep, insistent ache that had knocked you out of your sleep with tears in your eyes almost an hour too early, that made you yearn with every cell of you to roll over your sleeping boyfriend and pick up the phone to just fucking call out, professional duty be thoroughly damned. Fuck the counter, fuck the customers. Fuck your haggard management, twice.

You wanted, with everything in you, to simply stay home. You’d’ve loved to keep your suffering between you and the peaceful dark of Eddie Munson’s bedroom. As if you could ever afford to.

But no. Pre-drained, pre-miserable, you had rubbed at your angry jaw and blinked away the fantasy of Job being knocked out of existence by a zealous 18-wheeler, or hit by giant lightning, or-or-or. God, you could cry. But you were a grownup. You were, damn it all, and you couldn’t live life behind your eyes like you were meant to.

So, you steeled yourself against the menacing throb in your swelling cheek, cursed Marx and his failure, and started the day. It would only get worse out there, you thought. But your check, you reminded yourself.

You missed Eddie, and his bed, already.

You had taken a few fortifying breaths, slowly unlinked your shakey hand from Eddie’s warm grip. Untwined your ankles from his as he snuffled into the arm he pillowed his head against, snoring softly. You quelled the urge to kiss the button tip of his nose. You didn’t want to wake him, knowing you were too sensitive already to take his doting with grace.

Eddie would glimpse the slightest grimace on your face and know how bad you must feel for the bad to be detectable. He’d insist you stay home, try to coax you out of your uniform and into his warm lap, and you didn’t have the strength to waste on convincing him to wave you off to war.

The two of you had slept facing each other, far enough apart not to get sweaty in the tin-can trailer, but never too far to break contact. Eddie had loved, had needed, to feel anchored to Earth and you through physical touch. He had loved at all times to be connected to you, and you realized as soon as you actually had it how profoundly you wanted to be wrapped up in him. As you scanned the room for your work top, you wished again for a crater to swallow your job into hell where it belonged, wished you’d tried harder to crawl under Eddie entirely and stay trapped there. You missed his warm, fidgety weight across your stiff back.

You had both started this love a bit touch-starved, touch-bereft if you were honest, but now both your cups stayed full. It was never a long wait between casual nudges or jokey rough-housing, frantic hands ever-searching rhetorical and distressed pockets, pinkies ever-linked— any excuse at all to bridge the gap between you.

A few nights ago, when you’d started a fake debate about what method was king for breakfast eggs, intending to build up to a wrestling match defending sunny-side’s honor, you’d been shoving his shoulder and bullying him into the living room, and so, closer to soft carpet. You’d just wanted to press against him, however he’d let you.

But Eddie had just grinned in knowing, skipped the set-up entirely, and, overwhelmed with love, had hugged you around the middle and hoisted you up in that way that shocked you into shrieking and sent an earthquake through your core, just to flop you onto the couch for the cuddle you hadnt yet learned to just ask for. Lifting your solid weight up like it was easy, like he was unbreakable, the butterflies in your tummy had rioted like they always did. Your sly smile had erred much too close to shy, so you covered your mouth as you landed.

But he knew you too well already, could read you like tabs. As he had crawled his body up to cover yours, he wanted to be your anchor as much as you were his.

This morning, you had tried to read Eddie’s dreams through the little twitches of his lovely nose, the gentle furrowing and then smoothing of his brow as he slept haloed in soft morning light and a frizzy dark cloud of hair. You wanted him to murmur your name again, like he had hours ago, when the toothache had prodded you awake for the first time. Was he thinking of you now?

You fucking sap. You, dogged soldier. You, pit of regret. You hated so much that you couldn’t just lay here and count his freckles until breakfast, stroke his calloused fingers until he tickled awake. You cursed Job again, manifesting a meteor falling down and crashing through the front windows. Clenched your jaw, then bit back a scream at the shocking throe of sharp pain that cracked through your face. Right, the tooth. Fuck, the tooth. Star-gazing has almost let you forget.

You looked away from the constellations painted across Eddies whistling nose. And then you dragged yourself out of bed, buzzing with anger at yourself and at the pain, and kissed your beloved a gentle good morning.

You had to be careful, tiptoeing barefoot out of his room to the kitchen where you collected your rations, something soft and simple. You armed yourself further with a rattling bottle of painkillers, and maraca-marched down Eddie’s trailer steps as he slept. Steering with one hand, you’d pulled off in old reliable and headed off to work, ice in a paper coffee cup rolling against your cheek, and temple, a makeshift icepack to sooth the throb that would follow you for the next 9 hours.

And it—my god— had been— exhausting. While you worked the whole sticky shift, fighting the waves of pain and tears like the truest of soldiers, you thought of Eddie, of returning home, maybe even in one piece.

You devoted what little energy you’d had to keeping your face neutral instead of scowling at passing customers, resisted the urge to walk out or over-indulge in the painkillers you’d kept on you at all times, fought another way with yourself not to stare at the clock and count down the minutes.

You had remained upright and at attention the whole shift, and by out-time you were trembling with exhaustion and still, mind numbing pain. Not even a chin rub or a mini-massage to your temple to self-soothe. If you succumbed to that urge, you’d probably burst into tears on the sales floor for real, and then never stop.

All the miserable day you’d been nursing what you thought could be a cavity or what could be a dying wisdom tooth or what could be a curse from God, when you should’ve been laid in the grass by Eddie’s van, or doubled up on the couch, his grounding weight regulating the itchy feeling your got under your skin sometimes.

You just made yourself sadder, lamenting. You wouldn’t even be able to kiss your love hello when you finally got home. Would the horrors never cease?

But you’d been valiant, and looking to the future of your stomach lining, opted not to pop the bottle of ibuprofen you’d carried to work like Tictacs. You were just entering the bargaining stage, promising whatever was listening to make up for whatever past-life sins had earned you this torture, when you watched your relief walk in the door. That brave thread was wearing extremely thin, as the toothache redoubled its efforts to end you entirely, but you sleep-walked through clock-out and made your way mindlessly home.

There, you made it. Got off work, pulled up beside Eddies trailer, and with an iron will, forced yourself back out of your seat and lurched for the door. You wanted to collapse when you noticed his van parked in front.

This weakness is what you’d been afraid of when you’d first decided to let him in. You were a pillar, a thousand-year yew, when you knew you had to be. But now, knowing he’d be there to lean on? You were halfway knocked down before you’d even laid eyes on him.

You let out a pitiful sob, a noise that months ago you wouldn’t’ve believed could come from you, wished you could transport to him right that second. You felt like a whiney teenager— scratch that, a wretched child. You wanted to throw yourself onto the ground and wail, and wanted to be held and soothed and talked down while you did it.

There were too many fucking teeth in your mouth— you were about one more angry pang, one more careless brush against the wrong incisor away from stealing through Eddies toolbox and yanking the offending fucker out yourself. As fast as the tormented tooth would allow, you marched back in to the trailer and prayed you’d be able to knock out fast.

He must’ve heard you pull up. Eddie’s head and the neck of the acoustic you’d gifted him 5 months in popped around the bedroom doorway just as you stepped past the threshold, kicking off your shoes and clutching an icepack a kind coworker had put together, then heading straight for the kitchenette sink for water.

“Finally, damn. Oh, angel.” Eddie yanked the guitar up and off, heading straight for you. He sounded so pleased to see you, and the star-burst of endearment that warmed your hollowed chest at the sight of his easy grin almost put a smile on your face. Almost. But you felt the smile sour halfway, and saw his own smile falter as he took in the pain coloring your every move.

Eddie sighed your name, poor baby, and it dripped with sympathy. You hadnt spoken yet, just hummed a closed-mouth ‘hello’ at his greeting, and he realized you’d been leeched completely of energy, customer service thrall, finally free.

“Worse?” Eddie asked, and you nodded your head once as the mug you’d snatched off the wall filled with slow-heating water.

“Fucked,” you replied, and Eddie reached into the cupboard with one hand before you knew he had already recognized your intention. His other went to your lower back and pressed in, started big slow circles for circulation and for comfort.

When he pulled out a scratched up blue carton you’d brought over with your last piercing from your place, you heart started to warm. Eddie caught the puppy-dog pout and the lilt of your eyebrows, and dropped a trio of little kisses on to the safe cheekbone. He took the cup from you and started to pour the salt. You were utterly disarmed.

A sea-salt rinse, a DIY infection remedy that at this point you might have been too far gone for, but which couldnt possibly hurt. He’d have seen you do it the night before, when the pain hadn’t even been bad enough to stop you two fooling around, and Eddie knew better now than to ask if you needed the help.

His angel, strictly speaking, didn’t need anything. Just wanted it so bad she could weep. So he had decided a while back he wouldn’t wait for you to ask.

You chucked the soggy wad of paper towel and plastic bag that was once an icepack into the trash. Eddie continued his own mission with confidence. He grabbed and spoon, stirred quick, and passed the cup back to you. His face turned serious, and he gazed at you through his pretty, pretty eyelashes, his chin wrinkling as he tucked it to his chest. Eddie’s coca-cola eyes zeroed in on your still face, the grim line your mouth drew, your trembling hands, taking in any intel they could.

You had missed his attention, so much. The warmth in his eyes, his strong hands gliding firm against your arms and back. It almost dulled the ache in your mouth, but as you tried to pass him into the bathroom he held your shoulders and led you to lean on the counter nearest the fridge.

Then Eddie reached in two directions, and you leaned back against the counter to watch his wide, competent hands open the freezer door and a box of plastic freezer bags atop the fridge at the same time. He was quick about it, but couldn’t resist a little theatre. Eddie shook the bag open with a showman’s flair, eyes on you and not his task, then dumped some ready ice out of a the bucket and into the bag, situated open on the counter.

You watched him work feeling so taken care of it could’ve choked you up, still sloshing salty water and trying to master your smile, so it didn’t dribble all over you. Eddie held one hand up and wiggled his fingers, as a magician distracting his solo audience. You kind of fell for the feint— his other hand reached behind him too fast, so smoothly, then with another flourish, Eddie made appear a pair of clean and very thin hand towels, laid them on the counter, and wrapped the bag of ice in one, then the other. You started a polite little golf clap, and he answered with a deep bow, then straightened, presenting you with your parcel. It was a method you recognized, dry and sturdy, from when roles were reversed and you last played his nursemaid.

He’d simply dropped a very heavy rock on his knee, and you’d been his go-for and dedicated icepack page for the next two days while he played up his injury as much as he could get away with, and you had loved taking care of him.

Showering him in care had come easier to you than you’d have expected, but letting him reciprocate had been sort of a process. Eddie took your hand again, planted a couple ticklish kisses to your palm, and it made you want to squeal. Instead, you scratched at the stubble forming on his handsome cheek and drew from him a hum of pleasure, so deep at the back of his throat it was almost a growl.

You hugged him again, slow. He hugged you back one armed, then without letting go forced the ice between your bodies as he handed it to you, insisting.

“You been taking anything? Which pills, angel,” he asked at your nod. You broke the embrace to spit the salt water out and answer. When you were ran the faucet to rinse, his hands moved together, one to stroke soothingly at the side of your neck where you had just been squeezing, massaging flexibility back into the stiffness; one to your other hand, clasping it firm and sliding it up to his chest. Connected again, finally.

“Ludes,” you whispered to his collarbone, deadly serious. You could feel his steady heartbeat against the hand he held, and rolled the ice against your face, sighing into the numbing relief.

Eddie snorted, released your neck only to shut the faucet. He crowded you against the counter, then straightened his face again, mouth a straight line, eyes staring down at you under drawn brows.

He delivered another kiss to your throbbing temple, then, his forehead against yours, asked you, “how many can you have right now?”

“How many Ludes?” You felt his amused exhale against your ear as his next kiss to your cheekbone turned your knees slowly to jelly. Your voice didn’t waver though.

“As many as you got on you.”

“Baby, come on.” He pressed your hand firm against his chest as if to say, stay put, and released it to bring both sets of his knuckles against the sides of your neck, not quite your jaw. It felt so goddamn good, not just the contact but the pressure, and as he kneaded his hands up and down your tired muscle and worked the sinew warm, you let out a happy little moan.

“Ibuprofen or the other one?” He tilted his head and ducked down a bit to enter your line of vision— your eyes were level.

“Two of each,” you admitted, nudging his nose with yours. At your answer, he leaned back and both of Munson’s dark eyebrows shot up, but his eyes sat lower than ever, skeptical.

“I swear, I’m not risking an ulcer on top of this bullshit, Eds. It sounds like a lot, but I’ll cut back tomorrow.” Now, it was just one of his brows arched up.

His silence was him being nice, but you were about to fucking lose it. The throb just got worse the further you got from your lunchtime painkiller re-up. But Eddie’s attentive eyes caught the tension in eyelids, and his thick thumbs started slow circles just behind your ears, another sensitive spot that sent chills through you.

A soothing wave of warm, creeping down your neck and shoulders as you rolled them in time with his ministrations.

“It’s been long enough since my last. Hours, years. Two ibuprofen, two morphine—“

“Come on—“ Eddie laughed.

“—‘come on’ yourself—,‘ another snort, which Eddie bit back and tried to hide behind his hair as you failed to roll your eyes without hitting another painful buzzer. He was trying to put on his serious face, it was too cute.

You hissed on a sharp inhale, short and quiet, and he made another sympathetic hum against your forehead that really did soothe the emotional turmoil, if not the physical. But you insisted, “acetaminophen! And then nothing for fiveish hours, swear.”

You pressed your eyes closed, and picked up the mug to take some more salty water into your mouth to swish around, praying for healing.

He pursed his lips, mumbled under his breath a petulant, “you come on yourself,” but the tremble in your voice by the end of your promise had had him convinced.

He kissed you long and tender first on the forehead, smushing pressure left a little then right, until the angry line in your brow started to relax.

You sobbed into him again through the salt as he took you closer for a hug, and he rubbed his big warms hands in wide circles all the way up and down your back. It was Eddie all over, solid leavening pressure, and you felt as grounded as you could in your state— as loved, as kept, as ever. It was too warm—it was perfect. You could fall asleep standing like this.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with this shit all day, bet it sucked dragon balls.” Now you choked out a delighted laugh, and the tiny smile you looked up at him through brought his grin back in full force. He started to work just at your lower back, where he knew you carried tension even on a good day. You arched into it, closing your eyes to focus on his locked grip. It almost hurt, until it started to warm and relax you.

“My poor baby,” and you nodded, eyes wide now, and he laughed and dragged his hands up to kneaded your shoulder-blades, happy you were happy to be babied.

“You made it though, right? Made it through your shift and all the way home to me? Hm?” You closed your eyes and leaned unabashedly into his palm now cradling your cheek, shivered as he went back to rubbing firmly up and down your back with the other hand.

“My hero, so proud of you.” He sounded completely earnest, voice low and quiet. So dramatic. But even if it was an exaggeration it gave you permission to wallow in your tiredness and residual misery from the day. He acknowledged you, saw your pain, let you excuse yourself from shame, forstill wanting to break down and cry. You knew so thoroughly that he’d catch you, if you fell for it.

Your thin sob came back longer and louder, and you nuzzled into him hard. “Its true! Bravest little thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed you hard on the jaw, his whole face pressed against you cheek, and promised into your neck, “I wish I could carry it for you, baby. Thanks for coming here instead of your little cave.” You grunted at that, a little indignant. He meant your very clean and homey but rather gloomy apartment that the two of you split your time between.

There was still a part of you that blanched at this kind of care, or any care. A part that had wanted to retreat to isolate at your own place, to not be seen wanting anything. This thanks was all he could do to acknowledge it.

“My valiant knight,” he kissed into your collarbone, and you groaned.

“Dragon-slayer,” he said to the top of your head, and you realized then he was taking advantage of your being mute for the salt in your mouth. The corny compliments were almost unbearable. You couldn’t believe how giddy it made you, how much you wanted him to keep up the praise. You had been through it today, and a pat on the back wouldnt have been the same from anyone else in the world.

You had about a minute left of salt rinsing, and could only roll your eyes and jab him in the stomach. “You’re the strongest soldier on the field, do what you want,” and a silent ‘but’ hung between you.

Your brow rose in question, and he continued, “You can’t push yourself like this tomorrow.”

When you started to protest w grunts and more eyerolling, he pecked you on the nose and ordered, “keep your mouth shut, I love you.” Eddie grabbed you by both wrists, and kissed them in turn. “Call out.”

You could only sigh. That corner of your mind still wanted to yank its hand backward from the too-warm vulnerability, but the circumstances demanded you lean into discomfort. For now, in his arms and still trembling, you decided you were put on this Earth to be coddled and cared for, and you were grateful he had known it before you had.

“You stay right there and gargle, angel.”

You hummed again, assenting this time, and as you glanced up at the clock behind him, he turns his head to follow your gaze. Eddie ducked down again to cradle your face with both strong hands.

They smelled of soap, and he was careful not to press along the afflicted side of your jaw under the icepack you held steady. Eddie cupped the other with purpose, rubbing his thumb up and down along the bone then back and down either side of your neck. You felt the tension there start to melt as he worked the muscles, and after he kissed both temples in turn, you rested your forehead against Eddies chest, too at home.

But Eddie had had a mission, remember? He asked, “two more minutes? I’ll get your meds, you’ll put your feet up and sit pretty— Nahhh, nuh-uh, I don’t want to hear about what you have to do. It’ll get done, after you’re taken care of, no ‘buts,” and whip-fast, traced his middle knuckle down the center of your face, tapped gently at the tip of your nose, and kissed the scrunch he’d conjured there. A little blessing, a ward against evil as he got ready to disconnect from you, even if only for a moment.

You were still shuffling water between your teeth, when you heard your stomach rumble. Halfway out the threshold toward the bathroom, Eddie had heard it too.

“Pizza on the coffee table, your favorite.” he called over his shoulder.

You had forgotten dinner, but of course he hadn’t. You spit again into the clear sink, rinsed it and your mouth thoroughly, and shuffled off to wait for him by the food. You weren’t really hungry yet, but it wouldn’t be long before he coaxed some food into the good side of your jaw.

Eddie joined you just as you flopped in front of the TV, passed you your painkillers and a giant glass of water, sat right beside you on the nonafflicted side.

“Thank you.” You could hear the tears in your voice and couldn’t have cared less. He could hear how much you appreciated him, you decided. He should. You delivered an ice-cold kiss to the corner of his mouth, and leaned your head against his chest when he put a heavy arm around your shoulders, pulled you closer.

Between ice-pecks, you chanted it against his chin, neck, cheek: “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Munson.”

He pouted in mock-sympathy this time, and jabbed you back, possibly for the eyerolls. “Sure, I know it was suuuuch a task, letting me. Quit scowling.”

You were, in fact, scowing. He’d rib you about your reluctance forever, until melting into him always came as easy as it had today. Until you didnt need some physical brow-beating or emotional undoing to open you heart to him.

But you pressed your freezing hand against his warm neck just to hear him yelp, anyway.

The rest of the night would go like this, you knew: You’d be fine. You’d let the pain fade as he worked out the knots you’d spent the day collecting in your back, and hair, and heart, and fall asleep in his lap. You’d wake up there too, safe as your personal ray of light smiled down at you, and you’d know from the moment you woke, would remember his promise with every stroke of his hand over your hair, every soothing scratch of his callouses against your scalp: Eddie’s got you, angel.

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 9

-I'm Here-

Warnings: smuty chapters, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy is a soft, mushy boy for y/n.

A/n: another long chapter! trying to find decent 80s dresses was a bitch because the fashion companies were going through it back then. 😆 also, I know Billy's outfit isn't prom ideal like a tux would be.

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*y/n pov*

"Hey shitbird you're riding in the back," Billy yelled at Max, who was starting to get in the front seat as we walked over.

"Hey y/n, your riding with us?" She asked.

"Indeed I am, kiddo," taking her into a quick hug.

"Awesome!" She happily says.

I smiled at her then to Billy, who was trying to hide a smile while he got in. During the ride, the atmosphere was quit, other than Max's Walkman blaring "running up that hill" by Kate Bush in her ears.

I whispered to him with a small laugh "Well so much for hiding the relationship for a bit. Couldn't wait until tonight."

He chuckles, "I'm actually glad it's out." He says as he places a hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"You guys are being too mushy. Just say love you always." Max fake gags.

"You told her?" Looking at him in disbelief.

"She sort of figured it out." He sheepishly says.

"Because I'm a genius," she laughs, taking off her headphones.

"Fuck off Maxine!" He snaps flicking her off.

I started to laugh at their step siblings antics, because I knew that Billy cared for Max deep down. He just doesn't know how to tell her that, tho. Pulling into my driveway.

"Thanks for the babe, see you tonight."

"Anytime princess, see you later."

*small moment at the mall*

Sitting with Nancy and Robin at the food court, I pushed my food around with my fork while Nancy talked away. I wanted to listen, but my mind was on Billy and prom.

'Y/n? Are you alive, sweetie?" Nancy asks.

I look up at her, "Yeah, sorry, kinda zoned out." I chuckled.

She laughs. "I was just asking, when did you and Hargrove finally make a move with one another."

"Literally last night, but we've been secretly been friends since the day after the incident at the gym. Sorry for not telling you guys."

"Really?! That's great, so are you finally going to tell us why his nose was broken?"

"I punched him because he was being a dick." I say which was sorta the truth.

"Well, color me impressed, I have noticed you been a bit ballsy lately since after the party." She chuckles.

" So you guys aren't mad that I never told you the truth about stuff between us?" I asked.

The girls shook their heads no. "we are kinda hurt that you couldn't come to us, but we also understand, I'm just glad you can finally say you're dating Hargrove because your daydreaming was quite sad this year." Robin says through a small laugh.

Scoffing "Oh piss of Ro-Ro" laughing with her.

"Honestly the way he looks at you seems like you have him wrapped around your fingers, it's actually really adorable how he looks at you, never thought I would see the day that he would actually obey someone." Nancy says.

Laughing, I shook my head in amusement.

"So what the hell are you planning on wearing? Leave it to us for doing this last minute." Robin says.

"I honestly don't know." I shrugged. Getting up, we headed to vaporwave for our dresses.

We tried on literally everything in the store, but nothing seemed right.

"Wait here, I think I know what you ladies need." The older female clerk says.

The clerk pulls out three beautiful dresses from the back room.

"Ladies, I think we officially found our dresses!" Nancy yells as we all jump up and down.

*time jump*

Standing in front of the mirror in my mirror, half put together. The reflection of the clock on my dresser reminded me that I was running out of time to get ready. Breaking eye contact with myself, I reached over and took the dress out of the bag.

"Come on, y/n," I breathed nervously . I stepped into the dress, slipping on my heels. All that was left was the zipper.

It was just Billy. I shouldn't be nervous. But I was going to prom with Billy Hargrove, the most beautiful man in the entire school, who is now my boyfriend. which was even hard to believe. It had taken us forever to even get to this point. We tiptoes around feeling this year.

Someone knocked on the front door, shaking me out of my mind. They let themselves in without waiting for an answer.

"Billy, is that you?" I called from my room.

"Yes, baby girl, it's me." A husky voice travels up the stairs.

"I'm almost done!"

He chuckles, "Take your time, beautiful."

Taking a big breath, I walk out of my room. Stopping at the top of the stairs. I notice Billy's head is down as his fingers fiddle with the corsage box. Clearing my throat, his head whipped up fast. "Fuck he's gorgeous" I thought as my eyes wander over him, he's wearing a leather jacket, a red button up that was barely buttoned, paired with jeans.

"W-wow y-you look absolutely amazing, baby girl." He stuttered a little.

"Did the famous Billy Hargrove just stutter?" I laughed.

"I take it back," he grumbles

Walking up to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Thank you, and you don't look half bad yourself." Moving my hand behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. A soft kiss. He pulls away with a smile, slipping the corsage onto my wrist. "Susan helped me with picking this out." He quickly says.

"I'm nervous......" I say quietly, "people are going to stare."

"Let them stare, but I'm nervous too, more so because I don't want to mess this up."

Giggling "love you dork."

"Love you too, nerd," he says, kissing my forehead.

"Do you mind zipping me up?" I asked as I turned my back to him. His fingers feathered by back until he reached the zipper, pulling it up swiftly.

"Are you ready, princess?" He asked, holding a hand out. Without hesitation, I nodded and took his hand.

*at prom*

We met up with Nancy and Robin in the school parking lot, along with Jonathan and Vickie. We chatted for a few minutes before heading in.

As we filed into the school gym, we all stared in amazement at how incredible the decorations looked. The gym was completely decked out with silver stars and streamers; it looked like the night sky. Seeing other classmates dancing to "take on me" by A-ha, genuinely enjoying the night. It was everything we could have imagined. With that, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Vickie went running onto the dance floor.

"Let's get some food and drinks," Billy whispers in my ear.

Nodding, I follow him over to the refreshments table. Both of us grab food and drinks for us and everyone, we found a table that was near the dance floor.

"I can't believe I'm actually at a dance." Billy laughs a bit.

"Thank you for asking me and taking me. Since middle school, I've always wanted to experience a dance, especially with someone." I shyly say.

"Anything for you, princess." He smiles as he grabs my chin, looking up at him. I see how the lights made his blue eyes like sapphires, and his hair glows like a halo around his face. This man is literally going to be the death of me, I thought. He leans in, his lips hovering over mine, getting inpatient. I seal our lips together with desire.

Robin laughed at the both of us, "Christ, get a room, you two."

"You never know Buckley, we might." He jokes, earning a hand over his mouth.

*few minutes later*

"Now it's time for a slow song, so grab your special someone," the dj says over the speakers.

*"Right here waiting" by Richard Marx starts playing*

Billy got up from his seat. "may I have this dance?" He grins, holding out his hand.

"Yes, you may."taking his hand with a huge grin. Stopping in the middle of the dance floor, I was beginning to get embarrassed with everyone staring, my arms shakily wrapping around his neck, while his confidence ones slink around my waist, we begin to sway back and forth, I rested my head on his chest, my head under his chin, hearing his heartbeat I closed my eyes and savored the moment.

"Oh, can't you see it, baby? You've got me going crazy. Whenever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you." He sings in my ear with the song.

Laughing "you are so cheesey."

He laughs with me, "You love it."

Looking at him, "indeed I do."

The song slowly ended. we made our way back to our groups table, and my friends were still on the floor together, I giggled at them, being weird to the song "You Spin me Round" by Dead or Alive. I saw Billy bobbing his head to the beat, which made me giggle harder.

"What?" He asked.

Smiling, "Nothing, I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom."

"OK, princess." He says.

*few seconds in the bathroom*

While I was finishing up in the stall, I heard a group of girls come in, peering through the crack between the door. I saw that it was Anna, Veronica and Mary.

"Did you see how hot Billy looks tonight?" Veronica says.

"Oh, I definitely did. It's a shame he came with that ugly fat cow, I would be a much better date." Anna says as she checks herself out in the mirror.

"You know they are dating, right?" Mary sneered.

"They won't be for long when he sees me." Anna says as they cackled out the restroom.

My heart felt like it had been crushed into a million pieces. Tears were brimming were brimming my eyes. Letting out a long, shakey sigh, walking out of the restrooms, and going into the hallways. Walking through the empty corridors, the music gets quieter and quieter. Tonight was supposed to be the best night of my high school life, and it was turning into a nightmare because of my insecurities. Maybe I was having second thoughts about everything.

"Best night of our lives, my fucking ass." I mumbled to myself.

"Baby?" Billy voice broke the silence behind me, causing me to jump.

"B-Billy! Why are you here?"

"I saw you leaving the gym, princess. What's wrong?" He asks with concern in his voice. I threw my arms around him, pulling him close. He wraps his arms around me, I bury my face into the crook of his neck, and tears fall down my face.

"Baby girl, tell me what happened?" He asks again. Gently rubbing my back, pulling away enough so I could look into his eyes.

"How can you love someone like me? Someone that looks like me." I whisper.

"What?!"

"I overheard a few girls talking about me in the restroom. One of them wanted to steal you away because she prettier."

"Don't listen to those cunts, she will never be my type, she will never be you, you hear me?" He was getting angry.

"I love you y/n, you're stuck with my crazy annoying ass whether you like it or not."

Laughing through tears, "I love you too, I'm sorry for being insecure.

"It's ok baby, you know we don't have to go back in there if you don't want to, we can just go home, yeah? Get into bed, binge watch horror movies." He says calmly, hoping to sooth me.

I take a deep breath, "what about prom?"

"It's kinda overrated," he jokes.

Laughing "it kind is, isn't it?, let's go day goodbye to everyone."

Walking back into the gym, I was glued to his side. He noticed how I stared at a group of girls that were looking at us. "Were they the one?" He asks into my ear, shaking my head yes.

"Which one wanted me?" He asks, and I secretly pointed to Anna.

"Stay here, I'll take care of it." Was all he says as he walks to their table. Anna was smirking like she had won, but her smirk literally turned into a Shriek has billy poured her drink over head. He bent down to her ear.

"I wouldn't have looked at you if you were the last girl on earth, let alone touch you. You can never compete with y/n," he says loud enough for me to hear.

There was no denying that people were staring now, some even whispering. It started to make me nervous. He took me into his side again.

"You're amazing Hargrove you know that, right?" Grinning.

He chuckles. "I know, I try."

We looked into others' eyes. Everything was perfect. No one else around us mattered.

"You're cute." He winks , pulling me into a kiss, before being rudely interrupted by two people throwing their arms in between us. Pulling us back a bit.

"Jesus hargrove, you're heavy to move," Nancy says, struggling to move him. He chuckles at her.

I turn to Robin, who has me. "Didn't I tell you two to get a room!" She jokes again.

"Oh shut up," I joked back, slapping her shoulder lightly.

It really was a perfect end to a perfect night. What could top this?

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[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Game Night

Jaskier loves music. It is his career, and he spends the majority of his days listening to it, creating it, and sharing it. It's an important part of his life that he is very passionate about.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have other interests or things that he obsesses over. He likes games in particular. He'll sit down with Geralt and the other Witchers and play some video games, a card game, or a few rounds of pool. Sometimes he'll play a board game with Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri.

But there is one game he gets really excited about playing. He is a huge fan of D&D. He has a custom D&D table, and has made a few diroamas. And he is obsessed with collecting dice. He follows several custom dice makers on tiktok, and is constantly showing the ones that catch his eye to Geralt, but he very rarely buys any.

Everytime he goes on a tour with his band, or goes on the Path with Geralt, he always keeps an eye out for places that might sell dice. He almost always comes back empty-handed.

He could easily buy anything he wanted, being a sucessful bard, and a Viscount, but he rarely buys anything for himself. He prefers to use his money for more sensible things, like taking care of his family, and making sure his band has what it needs. And making sure he is more fashionably dressed than Valdo Marx, because f**k him!

Yennefer doesn't understand Jaskeir's obsession with the dice. The closest she can compare it to is a magpie's obsession with shiny things.

He had been so excited when Eskel had brought him a custom made set of dice that looked like they contained small galaxies. He had hugged the Witcher, then run off, doing this weird little excited goblin run. The dice had been placed in a display box, on a special shelf in his room. He would occassionally bring them out to use for special game nights.

And he doesn't just use the dice for his games. He uses them when he and Geralt can't agree on something, or to make a decision.

Yennefer cannot acurately the describe the feeling of utter dread/panic/suspicion, or Impeding Doom that twisted up her stomach every time Jaskier hands her a die and says "Yen, quick! Roll this for me!"

Yennefer: *reluctantly rolls die*

Jaskier: "20!? Thanks, Yen!" *runs to the kitchen excitedly shouting* "Geralt! Geralt, 20!"

Yennefer *sits there internally panicking* 20 what? What was the number for? Was it 20 kittens? Was it number 20 on a list of options for snacks? Was it a destination? Was it the number of grapes Jaskier was going to try to shove up his a**??? She doesn't know. All she knows is that if Geralt starts laughing, it's going to be something cringey, stupid, dangerous, or possibly all three.

She hears them giggling in the bathroom later, and someone whispering "Stop laughing, you're making them fall out!"

Yennefer bangs on the door. "Jaskier! You better not be shoving grapes up your a**!"

"I'm not!"

*muffled giggling*

Yennefer: You better not be shoving grapes up Geralt's a**!

Geralt: *muffled giggling*

Jaskier: *disappointed whine* "Awww-! D*mn it, Geralt! Now we have to start all over!"

Yennefer decides she doesn't want to know.

She doesn't really have a great deal of interest in D&D itself, but she knows just about everything there is to know about it, thanks to the weekly game nights.

She was excited at first, listening to them talk about their campaigns the following day, but when she actually sat in on a game, she found it...tedious. Their characters,on the other hand, were interesting and creative.

For example, Jaskier's character (a Bard, of course) was just a pair of hands that (at first) communicated in a combination of sign language and rude gestures, played the lute, and made sex jokes.

His character later gained the ablity to speak by making a 'talking' motion with the hands. And proceeded to talk and argue with himself, carry on an almost non-stop Statler and Waldorf running commentary, sing, and make rude/inappropriate gestures. And try to randomly poke his companions in the a**.

His favorite spell was 'Mega B*tch Slap', which he'd made up, they'd argued about, but had ended up allowing it because 'why not?'.

The world itself was interesting, but the actual quests/adventures took forever. This was mostly because they spent the majority of their time rolling to end a parade of arguments. Most of the game was spent rolling to see if one of them would be allowed to do something.

They spent an hour at an Inn, rolling to see who the barmaid liked best.

They rolled to see who the horses liked better.

They rolled to see if Lambert could start the campaign completely hammered.

They rolled to see if one of them could fight a battle bucka** nekkid

They rolled for d*ck length.

They rolled to see if Geralt was allowed to turn himself into a horse.

They rolled for Horse Geralt's d*ck length.

Yennefer discovered that there was barely a serious moment in any of their campaigns. All manner of improbable and impractical things happened. Dead Cow Balloons, Dead Elf Boogie Board, Crab Tornado, Exploding Chickens, Bag of Singing D*cks... and the she couldn't forget the most powerful weapon ever forged. The Jabbing Stick of Instant Death. It was literally just a stick with a pointy end, but one jab and it was all over.

Yennefer did find all the absurdity and unpredictability amusing, but she just didn't have the patience for all the rolling.

Which is why she volunteered to be in charge of cooking for game night. That and she was appalled when she found out what they were eating during their gaming sessions.

Yennefer had walked into the game room with some drinks, "What the h*ll are you eating?"

"Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and Tomato Soup?" Jaskier had said, casually stirring his soup.

"That's not-! Those are cheese puffs floating in, in tomato sauce!"

"I put some of that chicken powder stuff in it,"

"That's not tomato soup! Or grilled cheese!"

"But it's like tomato soup and grilled cheese." Jaskier replied.

Yennefer turned at the sound of a plastic water bottle crinkling, and saw Geralt squeeze a mushy white substance into his mouth, then follow it up with a handful of shredded cheese straight from the bag. "Geralt! What the-!"

"Baked potato," Eskel explained, shaking some instant mashed potato flakes into his water bottle, letting Geralt heat the water in it with Igni, then shaking it.

Lambert glared at her, daring her to say anything about the bowl of pizza rolls covered in so much ranch dressing that he was eating them with a spoon.

There was a soft scrape of a plastic spoon against metal. Coen was eating Spaghetii-O's right out of the can.

"You all eat like f***ing stoners!!! I'm going to make you some real food!"

From then on, Yennefer cooked for them on game nights. It was simple fare, mostly things that made her feel like she was feeding a pack of children.

Dinosaur chicken nuggets, macaroni, and cheese, hotdogs, etc. But they never complained about it. In fact, they seemed excited about the food. Especailly one dish that she discovered was their favorite.

Jaskier had walked into the kitchen for some drinks, saw the cans and the hotdogs on the counter, and gone bolting back to the game room, with an excited whoop of, "F**K YEAH, BEANIE WEENIES!!!"

Sometimes, if Jaskier hadn't been too aggravating that week, Yennefer would make tavern food for them, to kind of fit the theme of their game.

Yennefer would leave them to their game and go about her evening, then curl up with her old cat plush, Sammy, and go to sleep. Sometimes she would have to make a trip to the game room to yell at them to be quiet.

And in the morning, she was woken up by The Ritual of The Most Holy Burrito. Every morning following a game night, five grown-a** men would microwave breakfast burritos, hold them over their heads, and dance through the living room while singing every verse of the sacred hymn "Yum Yum Breakfast Burritos".

She started leaving blankets and pillows on the couch after she'd gone in one morning after a game night and found them all sleeping scattered around the room and using various items as blankets.

Lambert was using a week-old pizza box someone had forgot to throw away.

Coen was under the gaming table.

Geralt and Jaskier were using Eskel.

Yennefer had started a collection of Game Night Aftermath photos that she regularly shared with Madeleine when they would go out on their Girls Only Days.

Unless the photo was so extraordinarily humorous or adorable that she would text it to her immediately.

Like the photo of Jaskier using Eskel's a** as a pillow.

Or the picture of Geralt passed out on the game table with his tits out.

And the assorted photos of shirtless Witchers in cuddle piles

Yennefer decides that game nights aren't so bad after all.

#the witcher #the witcher headcanon #the witcher modern au #the witcher netflix #twn #geralt #geralt of rivia #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #eskel #coen #lambert #kaer morons #geraskier #geraskefer #geraskifer #yenskier #yennskier #yennaskier #yenneskier #game night headcanon

[nightcovefox]

It's Time To Wake Up

Character(s): Dolos (Oc), Halia (Oc), and mentions of Kirby Oc’s (Not mine)

Warnings: My bad grammar, fluff later to angst, and a bunch of sad stuff

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“So, it was fun?”

“Oh yes!!! Come!! I’ll tell you all about it in the star fields!”

The two siblings laugh as they run to the star fields. Dolos then sat down leaving Halia sitting down with him.

“When I first arrived there; I was lonely. The next day I was working on something until I met Anti..! Me and Anti were talking non-stop! And surprisingly became brothers..! Haha, but I’m the oldest though!” Dolos explained.

Halia rolled her eyes playfully but smiled anyway. Dolos continued, “Then we have a sleepover with Solaris Knight, Fecto, and Fecto Flora! I think that's his name..”

“Ohhh~” Halia hums still listening.

“But Solaris left and so did Fecto. It was now the three of us. We talked, showed our abilities, and then slept on each other.”

“I’m glad you have fun brother!”

Dolos smiled and then looked down. “I wish you had been there with me..”

Halia then sighed, “I know..” later she frowned.

Dolos lifted his gaze off the ground and saw his little sister frown. “Ah-Ah! I-Is it something I said?! I am so sorry!!”

“Nono. Don’t apologize. I’m not frowning at that..”

“Then..?” Dolos asks.

“Well, it’s about 9:30-ish over there… and it's morning…” Halia muttered. She clears her throat(?). “You have to wake up.”

Dolos eyes widened. “N-No..” they shake their head.

“Dolos..”

“We're having such a good time!!-”

“Dolos-”

“I-I don't want to go! I don’t want to wake up!-”

“Dolos..-”

“I-I don’t care if this is a dream!!- I-”

“DOLOS!!!” Halia shouted, holding her brother’s wing claws.

Dolos stop rambling. “Look at me.” Halia commands. Dolos slowly looks at her.

“You have to wake up whenever you like it or not..” said Halia holding Dolos cheek gently. “You have too.. Your friends will be worried if you sleep this long..”

“I..I don’t care. They have other friends to distract them.” Dolos muttered. Their claws held Halia’s hand back. “I-I want to stay here with you… Please Halia! Please! I beg of you!! I want to be here with you..!”

Dolos tears escaped from his eyes as they held their sister's hand tighter. Halia was on the verge of tears too. She then shakes it off and pushes her brother away. “No… No… NO! You have to wake up!! I've been here long enough..”

Dolos pupils shrink, “N-No!! Please!! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU!! PLEASE!!!-” Dolos wailed.

Halia uses her light magic. The light was filled all around them. Dolos screamed and tried to hold his sister. But the light blocked his way and began to shine more and more.

….Dolos sat up quickly, breathing heavily. His tears were wetting the blankets. ‘Why… just why..’ he thought.

Dolos then hug themselves with their wings. He sniffles and cries to calm down his breathing.

‘I miss you.. So much.. Can't you see how much I love you..? I don’t care if I was in a coma. I want to be with you..’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Halia was crying so hard couldn't keep her whimpers quiet.

“My lady..? I heard- Ah!! You’re crying!!!”

Halia looks at her friend and shakes her head. “Nonono! I-I was..”

Her friend came over and hugged her tightly.

Halia broke down in more tears, “I-I WANT TO THERE WITH HIM.. BUT I CAN’T.. BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID MAGE WHO CURSED ME.”

Her friend frowned and wiped away her tears the best she could do.

“I..I miss them.. I want to tell him, I’m a-alive..! I want to be there for him.. But I can’t.. I’m trapped.”

Her friend looked outside staring at the moonlight. ‘Fate is so cruel..’

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‘I..I don’t like seeing my two siblings in despair.’

“Mar?! Mar?! Are you listening listening?!” said a demonic (-ish) tone.

Marx rolled his eyes. “Uh no. I got distracted Jevil.”

“Worried about your two family members my dear little friend?” another voice said.

“Dimentio. You know their kids. I..I blame that stupid puffball for this.”

“I understand that. But you need to listen to the plan. After all, I can almost feel that will be free. Thanks to that stupid little Rabbid.”

Jevil and Marx's ears perk up.

Dimentio smirks, “Once he frees me, I’ll be sure to free you two gentlemen!~

…

…

.AND THE REAL FUN WILL BEGAN!~”

Jevil laughed uncontrollably; clapping his hands. Chanting ‘Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!’

Marx smiled evilly.

He can wait a little bit longer. And once he’s free he’ll come to his siblings first then that little pink puffball. After all, family is important. Enemies come second…

#kirby fic #kirby oc #kirby oc tournament #empires au #I DELIVER A HINT #THINGS WILL GET INTERESTING NOW #marx kirby #dimentio #jevil #dolos (oc) #halia(oc) #I cried #from writing this fic 😭

[theautisticfroglord]

≫ love is a tower where all of us can live

pairing - Marx Francois x reader

fic type - angst to fluff

warnings - kissing, reader gets yelled at, slight teasing by julius

notes - sorry for not writing for a while, I have been busy, enjoy this fic though! (Also the title is a reference to "Christmas kids" by roar it is a vry good song)

The Wizard King of the clover kingdom, Julius Novachrono, recruited you as another advisor for him. He realized that Marx needs help with some of his duties, and you seemed like a worthy candidate to assist him.

You get along with Marx really well. Some days, though, he’s tired and not in a good mood. This is one of those days. You're also tired and forgetful, and you don’t remember to bring some papers to someone. Marx realized, and scolds you about it.

“I-I’m sorry-” you manage to say during the argument, but he continues to lecture you. Suddenly, you have this empty feeling. You feel like he hates you. During your break, after you deliver the papers, you head back down to your office and rest your head on the desk as you begin to cry over how bad your day was. After you stop crying, you sit at your desk quietly, pondering over how you got yelled at today. Then, you hear a knock at your door.

“Who is it?” you ask, trying to sound somewhat alright. Marx walks into your office and comes up to your desk. He notices the sad look in your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N, I… I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, it really wasn’t a big mistake,” he sighs. Marx notices that you’re still sad.

“Do you… hate me…?” you ask, wanting closure.

“N-No! I don’t hate you, Y/N, I…” Marx’s sentence trails off as he blushes slightly. You notice, and he walks up next to where you’re sitting. He kneels down slightly.

“You’re really valuable to the kingdom… to Julius… and to me,” Marx admits, holding your hand in his. Your eyes shift from Marx’s hand to his face, noticing him smiling genuinely.

“Thank you…” you murmur, squeezing his hand lightly. You sit in silence for a moment as you look down at the floor, both of your faces blushing a little. Then, you feel a soft hand on your cheek, causing you to look back up at him.

“I really do care about you, Y/N,” Marx insists, looking into your eyes.

“I care about you too,” you sigh, noticing how sweetly he looks at you. Then, to your surprise, Marx pulls you in and hesitantly kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widen, freezing for a moment, but then you relax and kiss him back. Marx, surprised that you kissed back, leans into you a little bit. You pull him closer and wrap your arms around him lovingly. He smiles into the kiss and pets your hair gently. After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss. You bury your face into Marx’s shoulder as you sigh. You both sit in silence, relaxing in each other’s arms.

“Is it ok that I love you, and want to be with you?” Marx asks you, slightly worried about his love for you as a fellow advisor.

“Yeah… we can make this work… I love you so much, Marx,” You mumble, intertwining your fingers with his. He kisses you on the forehead adoringly, overjoyed over you loving him back.

“We should go out and get tea together when we have a day off,” you sigh, sweetly playing with his hair.

“That sounds nice, darling…” Marx chuckles, giving you another hug.

“I still have to wrap up with work, I’ll see you later, Y/N,” Marx walks out of your office with you and gives you one last kiss on the cheek before walking off. Julius was nearby and saw him kiss you. He walks up to you.

“You’re really getting along with him, huh, Y/N?” Julius teases, making you blush and pout.

“Yeah…” you admit, slightly embarrassed. Julius pats you on the head.

“Hey, it’s alright! You guys look cute together, anyway!” Julius chuckles lightheartedly. You smile as you realize how you fit in here. You finally have a partner, and a place to belong.

#black clover #anime #julius novachrono #marx Francois #marx francois x reader #cute #angst to fluff #my writing #fluff #angst #black clover fanfiction #writblr

[best-kirby-character-tournament]

Bonus Poll! ^-^

It's Susie's time to shine! :D

A poll similar to the Meta Knight, Kirby, Bandana Waddle Dee, Magolor, Marx, King Dedede, Taranza, Morpho Knight, Galacta Knight, Escargoon, Daroach, Shadow Kirby, Dark Meta Knight, Gooey, Fecto/Chaos Elfilis, and Elfilin Bonus Polls! All quotes are taken from what mod’s friends have said about them! ^-^

Honorary mentions (things mod wanted to put in the poll, but couldn't) under the cut!

Is she supposed to be a human or some kind of cyborg??

I wonder how she would interact with Adeleine...

She gives off The Vibes (/pos)

She learned her lesson... maybe. (/silly)

She's so shippable *ships her with at least 2 characters*

I bet Susie likes chaos, she seems like the type (/hj)

She's constantly holding the braincell, she deserves a break <3

#kirby character tournament #:0 a poll! #kirby #kirby susie #susie kirby #susie haltmann #kirby series #kirby fandom #kirby propaganda #<kinda?

[samstree]

Jaskier is easy to please.

It’s a surprise finding, Geralt thinks to himself. At least, it goes against everything he knows about Jaskier.

He’s born noble, spoiled and doted on by a loving family for eighteen years. He has the best education, one that gives him endless titles as a master of the arts and a position at the best university. He wears fine silk, dines with lords and ladies, and sings for kings and queens.

And yet, Jaskier’s eyes always light up when Geralt prepares a simple meal at the side of the road as if a chunk of rye bread is anything finer than what Lettenhove can provide for him. He always leaves the lecture halls of Oxenfurt at the first thaw of spring to catch Geralt’s early contract of the year. He delights in the most mundane days on the path and colors them bright with his songs.

“I wonder how many are as lucky as me. How many souls under the sky,” Jaskier says one night, lying on top of a thin bedroll, under a sky full of stars. “To have found what pleases them, and get to keep it.”

“The stars?” Geralt mumbles sleepily. The day has been long and he’s too tired for Jaskier’s bouts of musing. “You don’t get to keep them, Jask.”

“No, you oaf. It’s…” Jaskier trails off, huffing a smile against Geralt’s shoulder. “Never mind. Sleep for now. You won’t understand today.”

“Yes, sleep.”

“Sleep, and you just might tomorrow.”

Jaskier snores through the night on the ground. He wakes up at the first light of dawn, eyes bleary and hair mussed. He wakes up to Geralt, lying next to him and calling his name gently. A soft smile overtakes his face, their limbs still tangling.

☆  

Geralt just might understand.

Or he starts to, when he pays attention to those things that please Jaskier.

He makes a pair of gloves over the winter with leather and fur in his stash. The plain materials are nothing to be boasted, and his sewing is far from the best. Compared to Jaskier’s doublets and coats, lined with jewels and silver thread, these may as well be two lumps of rags, but somehow, Geralt knows deep in his heart that Jaskier will squeal with joy when he sees them on his birthday.

The sureness settles over his chest, spreading until it unfurls his toes like warm mead on a rainy day. He wonders how long this unnamed confidence has been with him but finds no answer. It seems his life is so full of Jaskier, that there are no traces of what came before his bright-colored existence.

On Jaskier’s birthday, the squeal ends up hurting Geralt’s sensitive ears, but the tight hug that lifts him off the ground makes it all worth it. The gloves never leave the bard’s person even in the worst of the summer days and are proudly shown off to every friend they meet on the road.

And then, Geralt learns ballroom dancing from Essi so he may invite Jaskier to a first dance after the bardic competition. Geralt practices and practices, but when the day comes and Jaskier is all close and eager, all the complicated sequences are forgotten like foams on the sea. The world narrows down to the way Jaskier leans into his embrace and those surprised laughs when Geralt steps on his toes. The first dance turns into a second, a third, and then a fourth. Before Geralt knows it, the music has ended. Jaskier keeps holding on in the silence, his chin resting on Geralt’s shoulder, his scent sweet and happy.

☆  

“So, you are Julian’s witcher.”

An unfamiliar figure appears next to Geralt as the night comes to an end. Jaskier has gone to collect the award from his placement, but there’s no need for an introduction. Golden hair, fancy jewels, sharp eyes—it must be Valdo Marx.

“If I am?”

“Ha!” The other bard nurses his drink. “You’d need my warning, witcher. That one, Julian, is hard to please.”

Geralt could laugh if he didn’t hold too much disdain for the man.

“Don’t believe me? You’ll see. I once filled his room with roses and lilies, composed him full cycles of fine music, but all I got was rejection after rejection. I’d give him all the flowers in the world, all the songs and poetry. But no, none of it was ever good enough for Julian. Our dear Julian, who needs the world and more.”

“Hmm.”

Strange. Jaskier has never needed a world of flowers and poetry.

A bluebell is enough to make Jaskier blush when Geralt picks it from a wild field and puts it in his hand. A simple letter is enough to lift his spirit when solitude weighs down his shoulders while Geralt is away.

The flower will be pinned behind Jaskier’s ear for the rest of the day, and the letter will be read so many times the edges are worn out by the time they finally reunite. One particular songbook in the Jaskier’s pack holds tiny wildflowers and old letters on every other page. That book is growing thick over the years, bursting with little souvenirs of their time together and apart.

Valdo Marx is long gone when Geralt realizes how far his thoughts have wandered. The dance floor is empty. All the bards have left. All except for one.

“Geralt?” Jaskier appears before him, searching, curious. “Goodness, I called your name four times. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

Geralt blinks.

“You.”

“Me? What about—oh!”

Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and pulls him into a kiss.

It’s desperate and messy, done without so much as a thought. All Geralt knows is that he should kiss Jaskier. All the world could end right now and he should be kissing Jaskier. Their breaths quicken as their bodies press closer. Jaskier lets out a surprised gasp as Geralt opens him up eagerly, teasing him with every swipe of tongue, every quiet moan. He kisses the corner of Jaskier’s mouth at the end before meeting his gaze.

“Wow,” Jaskier breathes, voice hoarse and eyes hazy. He clears his throat. “Wow, Geralt, that was…”

Geralt holds onto the small of Jaskier’s back, practically keeping him upright with how unsteady his legs have become. He can’t help but preen, letting a grin tug at his lips. “That was…?”

“Oh, just…” Jaskier’s cheeks have gone pink. It’s adorable in the candlelight. He lets out a string of giggles, hiding his face in his hands and pressing his forehead to Geralt’s shoulder. “You’ve kissed me, and now I feel like the happiest man on earth,” he mumbles into Geralt’s shirt. “So forgive me if I need a moment. Just a moment to let it all sink in, is all.”

Geralt kisses Jaskier’s hair and feels him suck in another shaky breath. “You are too easy to please,” he chuckles.

When Jaskier finds enough strength to stand on his own and pulls away, his eyes are full of wonder. They are full of Geralt. “Well, of course. It’s you.”

With Jaskier here in his arms, Geralt understands now. He is what pleases Jaskier, and he is lucky. Too lucky, perhaps. To be dear to this loud bard who smiles like a fool at the sight of him is a privilege Geralt would not deserve even if he lived ten lives over. He isn’t sure what to do with this fact yet.

So he answers. “Yes, it’s me.” He makes a promise. “I’m right here.”

Geralt leans in for another kiss, nuzzling Jaskier’s nose, but a finger halts him by the lips.

“You see, if you kissed me in such quick succession,” Jaskier says, swallowing, his eyelashes casting long shadows, “I may burst with joy right this moment. So have mercy on me, will you? Let’s just stay here. Just stay, and remember.”

Under Jaskier’s palm, a witcher’s slow heart flutters at the next beat.

Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and remembers the moment. He remembers the moment when all the world’s luck is held within their palms, intertwining between their linked fingers.

☆  

It turns out, Geralt is easy to please too.

All it takes is a simple tune under Jaskier’s breath, a slow ballad, full of love and contentment, a private performance for one. It’s such a small thing, such a small joy when they are in the snowy mountains at the top of the world.

Geralt sinks into the big armchair in Kaer Morhen’s library, listening as the last note fades. His eyes flutter shut, tugged heavy by sleep and the burning fireplace. Jaskier put his lute down by the wall and settles on Geralt’s lap, tucking Geralt’s head into the crook of his neck.

“Is my new song putting you to sleep?” Jaskier asks. “Do you not like it?”

Geralt shakes his head, melting under Jaskier’s weight and attention. “Like the song fine. It’s just you.” He lets out a long exhale, his heart slowing. “Want to sleep when I’m safe.”

“Oh.”

Gentle fingers run across Geralt’s eyebrows, and he almost drifts off right there. “We should go to bed,” so he says.

“I’ll join you in a bit.”

Jaskier scrambles away, and the lack of his warmth makes Geralt grumble.

Jaskier huffs, taking Geralt’s hands to pull him up. “Just a few minutes. I have some tidying up to do.”

The world is blurry around the edges and the last line of Jaskier’s song keeps playing in Geralt’s mind. He mumbles an answer, his legs heavy. The bed that belongs to the two of them calls for Geralt with the promise of a mountain of blankets and furs to burrow under.

“Hold on.” Jaskier’s hand is on Geralt’s elbow. “The night is dangerous. Take this with you.”

He turns Geralt around to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

With his eyes barely open, Geralt winds Kaer Morhen’s halls until the darkness gives way to the warm glow of their bedroom, where the fireplace is lit and his lungs are filled with the clean soap on Jaskier’s clothes.

Geralt returns to bed safely, with a small kiss to guard him.

It turns out, he is easy to please when it’s Jaskier.

It’s as natural as breathing, like these small things, small joys, small kisses. And they are all it takes.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #fluff #soft boys being soft #first thing i've written in a month and i'm very pleased too 😌

[cloud-the-forgotten]

Adding on to this post I made a few days ago:

Some (it's actually a lot) of my favorite quotes from when I told my cousin about Kirby lore (in no particular order):

(about Gooey) "He's such a little guy!! How can he be made of evil dark juice? :("

(About 02) "What... What is that. Why is there a cactus coming out of its butt."

"THERE'S A CULT??!"

(About Void) "Why do they look like Kirby? They look so cute- why are they angry? :("

"Ah yes, mirror world. Gotta get the dark/shadow versions of the protag somehow :)"

"Okay, but Shadow Kirby actually looks really cute. I'm putting him in a microwave and rotating him."

"I love how unhinged Meta Knight is actually. It's so fun :D"

"How is Kirby not traumatized yet. He needs to see a therapist."

"I'm going to overthrow Dedede so I can be the ruler of the waddle dees. I love them <3"

"If I had a nickel for every game/game series I've played/learned about that looked cute but had very disturbing lore in it I'd have 3 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened three times."

(About Galacta Knight) "Free him. He's (probably) learned his lesson :("

"How are some of these characters so gender?? I barely know these guys and I already headcanon the rat (Daroach) is trans"

(About Hyness) "Hehe large nose... He's a silly guy..."

(After learning about Hyness and the cult and stuff) "Oh he's REALLY silly... and unhinged... put him in therapy..."

(About Marx) "A JESTER!! I love him already tell me more about this guy"

(After learning about Marx) "Jesters deserve to be a little unhinged. Anyway I'm putting him in a blender :)"

(About Magolor) "Kitty!! Giving him headpats and a hug :D"

(After learning about Magolor) "A capitalist... Taking the hug back but I'll still give him headpats! :3"

"What's Susie's dad's name? MAX PROFITT HALTMANN?? That's actually his name?! Hold on I have to search this up you have to be joking... THAT'S ACTUALLY HIS NAME?! WHAT..."

#cloud does a ramble :3 #blorbo tag <3 #cloud's 12am thoughts #kirby #kirby series #kirby fandom #tw caps #ask to tag #ask to tw #<just in case I missed a potential trigger >.<

[icedragonlizard]

What if any of Kirby's friends were to catch him being really sad or even crying?

These are my headcanons for how Kirby's friends would try to comfort him or cheer him up whenever they catch him crying, or just being really sad in general.

A really sad Kirby is not something that anyone wants to see!

King Dedede would give Kirby big comforting bear-hugs while also listening to him ventilate on why he's crying. He'd also try to say some funny things in an attempt to improve Kirby's mood. Maybe even offer him a little hammer to go bash objects for kicks and giggles.

Meta Knight would want to know the reason why Kirby is crying, and if it's someone who caused it, then he'll beat them up. He'd attempt to give advice and comfort Kirby, even if he's not exactly the best at that, but he'd do his best to make sure his little buddy feels better.

Bandana Waddle Dee would pat Kirby's shoulder a bunch as well as offering a hug to try to comfort him. He'd also ask him if he'd like to play a fun game together to make the rest of the day better.

The animal friends would all be very concerned if they caught Kirby really feeling down and would want to know why he's upset. Rick, Nago, and ChuChu would all give him hugs, with Nago being a literal cuddle-bug! Coo may potentially also give a hug, but would usually carry him in the air to give him some good breeze. Kine would tell him jokes and maybe also give him a ride inside his mouth while he swims through a pond or something. Pitch would also tell him jokes, and perhaps ask Kirby if he wants to play around.

Gooey would ask Kirby if he'd like something to eat, and may also let Kirby hug him to give him some comfort. He would likely also ask if he'd like to play. He may even offer to sleep with Kirby inside his house for the night to help improve the rest of his day.

Marx is the reason why Kirby is crying. Marx needs to get his butt kicked! LOL.... just kidding. In all seriousness, while Marx is generally not good at comforting people, I think he'd try to cheer Kirby up by saying funny stuff, or making funny faces. He may also take him out to go have some fun.

Adeleine would ask Kirby if he'd like to draw with her to help get his mind off of things! If he doesn't want to draw, then she'd offer to let him watch her, and she'll be willing to paint anything he'd want her to paint. She may also summon food through art to cheer him up, too.

Ribbon would be very worried to see Kirby upset. She'd give him a hug. She'd take him to go find his very favorite food to help improve his mood. She would also tell him that tomorrow will be better.

Shadow Kirby would give his pink counterpart some pats on the shoulder and tell him funny things to help cheer him up. He'd also offer to go find food together.

Dark Meta Knight would let Kirby temporarily use his sword to play around with for a bit until he begins to feel better.

Daroach would offer to take Kirby to go "shopping" (stealing). He'd also perform some magic tricks for him as a way to make him see cool things to help get his mind off of things. He may also tell jokes!

Magolor would offer to take Kirby to Merry Magoland and rig the games to help him win the biggest prizes. Before Magoland opened, he would take Kirby on a quick ride to the Lor Starcutter to help cheer him up. He'd also tell him jokes and do his best to make him laugh.

Taranza would give Kirby a big hug. He'd ask him if he'd like to do a quiet activity such as gardening. He could also try to make cool things out of his magic to give Kirby some super cool stuff to look at to help cheer him up.

Susie would take Kirby out to get some ice cream somewhere, and they'd both eat ice cream together. She'd also give him a robotic toy or an electronic to play around with. If he feels especially down, she might also decide to sing him a soothing lullaby!

The Mage Sisters would all give Kirby head-pats and maybe even let him use their weapons for a bit to destroy things for fun. They may also put up a 'show' for him where they all coordinate in doing visually cool things with their weapons.

Elfilin would give Kirby a hug and ask if he'd like to play around. If he's in Popstar and catches Kirby sad there, he'd offer to open up a portal to visit Waddle Dee Town again for Kirby to have fun there.

That's basically how I headcanon Kirby's friends cheering him up if they catch him in a sad mood, whether it's him crying or just being very sad in general. Some of them may not be good at comforting but one simply does not like to watch precious Kirby be so sad. They'd try to help even if it may be awkward.

Thanks for reading if you've made it this far!

#kirby #king dedede #meta knight #bandana waddle dee #rick kirby #kine kirby #coo kirby #nago kirby #chuchu kirby #pitch kirby #gooey kirby #marx kirby #adeleine #ribbon kirby #shadow kirby #dark meta knight #daroach #magolor #taranza #susie haltmann #the mage sisters #elfilin

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oh!!!! happy 100k words wfrau!!!!!!! she's getting bigger (<- like you would speak of a puppy). how long is it supposed to be & how far along are you? and also... would you like to share a snippet you like (from any chapter ofc... no pressure if no it's completely understandable)? what do you enjoy the most about writing it? bc it seems like you're having fun & it's so nice to see someone enjoying a hobby so openly online... especially writing... there's this conception that writers don't actually enjoy writing (the whole 'forcing myself to write' bit) and i'm curious to hear your perspective on it!! also!!!!!! i hope moving will be easy & fun & the world will be kind to you with the change <3 i keep telling myself 2 read marx but i can't find any good translations to my native language and reading it in english is making my brain go grgrgrgrgr like an air conditioner on its last leg so alas it might have to wait... so true for liking iced drinks they're really the best!! i've heard someone say it's childish but i think they just live a very miserable hot life in the august heat drinking their hot coffee instead of putting some ice cubes in it :) it's funny you say that about fav line because it's definitely my fav fic of your writing & the ending of it is soooo beautiful i get back to it every time i need to feel something!!!!! that song line is beautiful too omg... and well the weather is hell everywhere at least the world is all suffering together :( i hope the atmosphere isn't suffering too much :/ honestly i am a big 'i would rather be hot than cold' believer because i am from a hot country so i know how to deal with the heat but you know what i'm sure the chill can also be intriguing to some... not me though... i hope the winter will be kind on you <3 thank u for letting me invade ur ask box i am creating myself a room here for now i think. anyway. love and hugs!!!! <333

hello!! she is indeed getting bigger <3 if i had to guess right now i'd say i'm maybe...possibly nearing the halfway point of the fic, plotwise? but honestly it's really hard to say lol. i've got 2 more story arcs to cover in part 3 (plus finishing the current one), and then part 4 is gonna have like...2 or 3 story arcs as well, plus an epilogue. so it just depends on how long it takes me to cover all that ground!

and yeah i'm having a lot of fun writing!! i know what u mean abt the whole "ugh writing amirite" bit that writers do lol and i'm sure i do it sometimes too...i mean i think tone varies a lot and many people who complain about writing still really enjoy the activity, but i do think there is sometimes this self-flagellating tendency amongst some writers to act like writing is meant to be this strenuous, emotionally draining activity like ur...idk sisyphus w the stone or something, and if you're writing something 'easy' or 'fun' you're somehow a lower caliber of writer than those who Nobly Suffer for their art, etc...which i think is dumb lol. suffering doesn't inherently make art any better or more noble

& thank u 4 the well-wishes w moving!! i'm mostly nervous about getting to my flight on time lol i have to go into work the literal day before i leave and then catch a train across the country at 5am the next morning 2 get 2 the airport...not going 2 be fun so i'll take all the well-wishes i can get !!

sorry 2 hear u can't find marx in ur native language :( it's hard enough 4 me 2 understand reading in my first language i cannot imagine trying 2 parse it in a second language...maybe it might be easier 2 find one of his (or engels') shorter texts 2 read? capital is a monster but i started off with a few shorter pieces ('socialism: utopian and scientific', 'principles of communism', 'wage labour and capital,' 'value price and profit') which i found helpful! also there are lots of secondary resources of other people breaking down + explaining marx's work; maybe there's a good source in your native language that could give a summary/overview of capital? there's no one right way 2 learn, it's just abt finding what works best for u!!

iced drink supremacy 4ever truly <3 me myself & i we can only enjoy a hot beverage if it's very cold outside...otherwise i am simply thinking well why would i do that 2 myself... & thank u!! happy 2 hear u like the lines!! v happy w them v proud <3 & also appreciate the well-wishes re: weather i cannot relate 2 the hot-weather preference i much prefer cold...or at least i used to i grew up in a relatively cold climate but then i moved south 4 university so at this point i'm going on 6 years of living in what is categorized as a "humid subtropical climate" & i think my winter tolerance has been all but destroyed it hardly ever drops below freezing...but hot&humid weather is still my least favorite i think i would prefer icy-cold winter + mild summer but i will be actually putting that theory 2 the test this year so!! who knows maybe my hubris will be my downfall...

& of course!! u are welcome 2 stop by + chat anytime...in my heart we are drinking iced beverages 2gether <3 also as requested here is a snippet from ch 14:

“Don’t,” he tells her, firmly, “Don’t say that. I don’t—want you involved. If they ever did anything to hurt you…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” She stares at him, eyes ablaze. “And how do you think I feel? Knowing that they only pick on you because—” her voice falters, cracking, “Because you’re with me?” Her lip is trembling again, tears threatening to spill over from her eyes. Sirius shakes his head, helplessly, at a loss for what to do.

#snippet is a bit spoilery i think...might be able 2 piece 2gether some of what's gonna happen based on it #but also might just be confusing lol #hard 2 post anything from ch 14 without giving some stuff away tho so!! out-of-context possibly-spoilers it is... #ask #wfrau