#i wrote this instead of going to sleep

[prettyboybuckley]

Blood prompts: I can feel it on me, i cant get it off

[Am on mobile 😅, cant c/p]

hi!

it was mostly correct, just the other way around 😅: i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!

Buck should have known that repressing things would come back to bite him in the ass. He should- he should've- Fuck. One moment they were doing fine, they were at a call and everything was going swimmingly. Buck was just doing his job. And nothing did even go wrong, he didn't do anything wrong. No one got hurt beyond the superficial injuries from the car crash, and Buck was trying to calm down the guy who has blood streaming from his nose. Everything was fine until the guy fucking sneezed and Buck... Buck froze He remembers haphazardly wiping his face with a cloth and pushing through until they were done at the scene. He remembers the way his hands shook the whole ride back to the station. He remembers rushing into the bathroom and dunking his head under the tap. And now he's here, scrubbing, and his skin feels raw and like it is about to peel off, but every time he looks up into the mirror all he can see is blood. "Buck? You okay?" Eddie's voice breaks through the fog, and Buck stops his scrubbing to turn around and look at the other man with wide eyes, cloth still against his face. His first thought is that Eddie can fall to the ground any second now. After all, he can feel the droplets of blood on his face still, and that is the logical conclusion, right? That's how it always ends. He's shaking and Eddie reaches out, reaches like he did that day, but this time his fingers curls around Buck's wrists, and he pulls his hands away from his face. "I can’t get it off— Eddie, I can still feel it on me!" Buck's voice is trembling almost as much as his body. "What, Buck?" "The blood, the blood, Eds, it's always the blood." It cuts off into a sob, and Eddie pries the cloth out of Buck's hand, which he lets go with slight reluctance. "Shh," Eddie murmurs. He wipes it down Buck's face, cleaning out all the little crevices, and he's doing that thing where he's breathing slowly and deliberately in a way that Buck automatically starts to copy, remembering these exercises from his sessions with Dr. Copeland. Slowly, it doesn't feel like his skin is crawling anymore, or like there are droplets of blood embedded into his skin like tiny prickling knives. "Does this happen often?" Eddie asks. Buck scoffs. "About as often as I get blood on my face." Eddie's expression softens even more, if that was possible. "You should talk to someone about that." "Fuck therapy for making you a more sensible person than me, honestly," Buck replies, but he's laughing now, albeit a little manically. Eddie is smiling too, and he pulls Buck in for a hug. Buck lets him, sinking into the feeling of safe, safe, safe until it's all he feels.

from the blood related prompts

#oh look the mailman came by! #i wrote this instead of going to sleep #this is gonna be a short one i said #i'll write it quickly i said #buddie #buddie fic #angst #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #gary writes prompts

[ughmiyans]

ok but the latest haikyuu buu chapter has me thinking about sakuatsu as That Couple that hosts all the get togethers among their friends with atsumu being the one to cook up all the savory dishes (with cooking skills picked up since childhood but also mostly from osamu) and omi the one to make the yummiest desserts that would put pastries from high end bakeries to shame because he’s perfected all the recipes of every single pastry there is (he doesn’t do things half assed after all)

msby movie nights? not complete without tsumu’s signature chili. teammate’s birthday? best to show up at sakuatsu’s apartment on time to see sakusa’s two-tier chiffon cake (with a design that’s always in theme with the party!) before it gets completely devoured. inarizaki vbc reunion? it’s a shabu-shabu party along with atsumu’s yakitori, karaage, gyoza, and okonomiyaki. there are no leftovers, but there’s always room for the funfetti cupcakes sakusa brings out after everything’s devoured. btw all their food is made by sakusa-approved sanitary checks and quality control (he has since then convinced atsumu to start wearing a fox-printed bandana like his own weasel-printed one while cooking)

actually, it’s not even limited to events anymore. if bokuto is looking to bring sweet treats with him when he visits akaashi in tokyo but is wary of his aversion to overly sweet things, omi will bake him a batch of cookies made with dark cocoa chunks instead of the usual milk chocolate. atsumu whips up a bento at least twice a week for his brother (complete with those rice balls made to look like tiny pandas with nori) because the scrub gets too hands-on with his business and forgets to eat (he won’t admit it’s to repay osamu for all those times he made bento boxes for atsumu who wasn’t yet quite used to his new living conditions in the msby dorms back then). suna will request for sakusa’s lemon squares his mom and sister love so much whenever he visits them in aichi, and meian will stop by every so often to pick up atsumu’s smoked salmon carbonara his wife has become obsessed with ever since he brought home leftovers from their last msby hangout

i just love thinking about sakuatsu with food as their love language to all their friends, because it’s what they grew up with. little omi with his parents who always make his favorite dishes when they come home from overseas business trips because nothing can quite compare to their cooking. little atsumu who grew up with weekends spent in their grandma’s bustling house back in hyogo where there was always something cooking, and a lot of food going around for him and osamu and their cousins and aunts and uncles

they joke about quitting professional volleyball to put up their own restaurant. their restaurant locations will all be in the vicinity of onigiri miya branches and will serve their own version of homemade onigiri. to make up for becoming competition, osamu (and all their friends and family) will be entitled to lifetime discounts in sakuatsu’s establishment. they’ll hang their msby and jnt jerseys even if it doesn’t go with the interior design to pay homage to the sport that’s brought them together. and they seriously consider delving into the industry upon officially retiring from the pros once they hit their late 30s, but not before they tie the knot. it’s not their own food served at the wedding (which they think is superior compared to the fancy catering) but it’s fine because they’ll have a lifetime ahead of them to keep cooking for themselves and their loved ones 🤍

#haikyuu #haikyuu bu #sakuatsu #haikyuu sakusa #hq atsumu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #i really took this one chapter and ran with it #i wrote this instead of going to sleep #its 1am #the sakuatsu brainrot is real #the chokehold they have on me man

[sarah-kings]

Being a mutual with people for me is to hold back the urge to tell my mutuals to go to sleep when it's the dead of night for them but they're still online.

What are you doing?!

No! Stop reblogging funny things, get some shut eye!

#i wrote this instead of going to sleep #I'm not better than my mutuals staying up at an ungodly hour

[speedgeek]

Sheev Palpatine wasn’t an idiot. He’d known Padmé Amidala as a teenager and the Organa girl was her spitting image. Except for the smirk, that was pure Skywalker. He had never had cause to interact with the girl before her entrance into the Senate. Bail Organa had been intelligent enough to keep the girl from his and Vader’s sight until publicly unveiling her.

So, yes, Palpatine knew from her first moments in the Senate exactly who Leia Organa was.

He’d entertained thoughts of enticing her into his web, certain she’d be as powerful as Vader had been as a youth. Treats, a sympathetic ear, stories of her true parents and the power she was entitled to. The difference in politics was little matter- he was sure he could coax her to his side. He’d been able to manipulate both of her parents easy enough. She was young and reckless, inexperienced in political machinations, but her speeches had shown she had her mother’s keen mind.

A worthy apprentice after the disappointment of Anakin Skywalker.

It was customary for a new Senator to wait to be presented to the Emperor. She was no exception. Unfortunately, her scheduled appointment came on the heels of another public atrocity committed by Vader. Palpatine cared little about the violence his apprentice used, only about the public nature of the debacle. His people were working overtime to ensure the news did not spread further and spin what was public in the Empire’s favor. Vader was en route to answer for his mistakes.

The meeting started out well enough. He’d dismissed the guards and her aides. Tea and Nubian pastries he knew to be Amidala’s favorite were served, they made trivial small talk. She was intelligent, bright, and well-trained. Her words were guarded, deliberate, giving away little. While her words were very much influenced by Bail Organa and reminiscent of Padmé Amidala, the girl had fire in her soul, he was sure.

He would enjoy breaking her.

That was the moment, before Palpatine could even begin to tempt the girl, Vader decided to storm into the throne room and vent his displeasure.

On a normal day, Vader’s casual dismissal of Senators was an annoyance. On this day, it was a catastrophe.

Palpatine was actually impressed with how quickly the situation deteriorated.

Organa pointed out his lack of manners. Vader pointed out the uselessness of the Senate.

Organa pointed out his lack of official position within the Empire, implying he was little more than an errand boy. Vader pointed out her lack of biological parents.

(Get a clue, Anakin.)

Organa pointed out his violent tendencies, also implying she knew far more about the previous day’s events than Palpatine was comfortable with. Vader pointed out she associated with criminals, specifically Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Palpatine just put his head in his hands. Every time he thought he broke his apprentice’s obsession with his former master, Vader would start saying the dreaded name again.

(Was it too late to return him?)

When he looked up, the girl had her hands on her hips and her head tilted to the side, mirroring Vader. It was remarkable how much she resembled teenaged Anakin Skywalker in that moment. The sass coming from her mouth was all Anakin too.

His apprentice was too dense to notice.

His apprentice was also too dense to not to take the bait and stop arguing with a teenager.

“Silence.”

They continued to argue as if he wasn’t in the room. The gall of both of them. He pushed down the urge to unleash force lightning on them both. Appearances must still be maintained, after all.

“Silence!” he roared.

Both startled. The similarity between them would have been comical if he hadn’t been so enraged.

Organa showed the good sense to at least look guilty. She’d had diplomatic training, she surely knew the faux pax she’d just committed. Vader, on the other hand, he didn’t need the force to know Vader was still seething. He’d hardly bothered to use his diplomatic training when he was a Jedi, much less now.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t deal with two of them at once.

He refused to spend his time playing referee between father and daughter. Refused.

Maybe if Vader finally got his wish and died, Palpatine would try again. But as it stood, he no longer had any desire to try and break Anakin 2.0 while the original was still around and causing him so many headaches.

“Senator Organa, I apologize for ending our meeting so early, but I must speak to Lord Vader quite urgently.”

The girl glanced at Vader and smirked. “Of course, I understand, your Majesty.”

“Please give my regards to the Queen and the Viceroy.”

“Of course. Good day, your Majesty.” She smirked at Vader as she turned towards the door. “Lord Vader.”

Palpatine waited until the door closed behind her to finally release his anger on his apprentice.

#fic #star wars #palpatine #leia organa #darth vader #anakin skywalker #i wrote this instead of going to sleep #or crocheting #it doesn't have a title #because it ended up a lot longer than i was expecting #it was supposed to just be an idea #i'll post it to ao3 when i think of a title

[justacrazybeing]

Question, do superheroes that go to space and enter the Earth's orbit ever get hit by the garbage that is up there? Like did Thor had to duck multiple broken satellites when he comes to Earth? Has Clark Kent ever wrote a think piece about that garbage because he got it by it one too many times? And if they collide would the trash rain down to Earth? Would local weather forecast sound like: we are not expecting any entries from space therefore the trashrate is at its usual low of 15%.

#dc #dc comics #marvel #marvel comics #thor #clark kent #space #superman #i wrote this instead of going to sleep #just a thought that occurred to me #do the respected billionaires and whatever have space clean up operations? like batman seeing supes get it again and decides to do somethin #or has this topic been addressed and i haven't heard of it???? which might be the case because earth is mostly portrayed without any trash #or is that a choice?????? like no space trash doesn't exist because *insert superhero name* brings it back to the ground #wouldnt that be economically and environmentally good?? using scrap metal from your old rocket that already had been exposed to space

[jealousjersey]

• mike schmidt hc’s🏹 •

contains: fluff and smut

mentions: fingering, eating out, switch!mike, perv!mike

🏹 mike whines until you give him permission to eat your pussy. mike would spend days straight just eating out your sweet cunt if he could.

🏹 mike loves the sound of you moaning in his mouth while he fingers you. he prefers to keep kissing to feel your jaw slack with pleasure.

🏹 mikes job is stressful, but he just looks at the sexy polaroid of you in that lacy pink bra you snuck in his wallet and just sighs with a grin on his face. knowing you’re his.

🏹 mike enjoys pleasuring you more than he enjoys getting off. hearing you moan his name makes him nearly cum in his pants.

🏹 mike takes aftercare very seriously. he would rather die than not have you cleaned up and comfortable in bed with him while cuddling up next to you and reassuring how good you were.

🏹 mike is a big fan of pda, especially when someone is hitting on you or trying to get your number. his favorite move is to wrap his hand around your waist and pull you in closer. you always get butterflies when he does this.

🏹 mike would fight for you. when the fight in the mall happened, he’s been known to intimidate men who approach you. he likes that he’s thought of as a fighter, and even more that people would back away from you because of it

🏹 mike does what he can for you and abby to live a stable life, although this comes with the risk of him working himself out. he won’t let you pick up a job to help out though, he’s very clear about that.

🏹 mike is mostly dominate in bed, but as soon as you edge and tease him he whines and begs for you to keep going and to let him finish. it’s almost funny how he can change so fast.

🏹 mike cracks jokes just to hear you laugh, he thinks your laugh and smile is the sexist thing about you.

🏹 mike is kinda a perv, looking for any excuse to look under your little skirt, any excuse to look down your shirt to see your perfect tits, any excuse to watch you change clothes.

#jersey writes #perv!mikeschmidt #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike shmidt #jersey tries not to go insane contest #i wrote this instead of sleeping #smut #fluff #switch!mike #jealousjersey

[wylanslcve]

Okay don't mind me I'm in the middle of a Crooked Kingdom reread and feel overwhelmingly inclined to rant about Jesper Fahey because this fandom just doesn't give him the treatment he deserves. I'm specifically going to incoherently ramble about the scene in Crooked Kingdom where he, Colm and Wylan are being shot at because I feel like that scene is representative of Jesper's arc - but, before we dive into that, let me contextualise a few things first. Jesper does things for the thrill of it: he thrives off chaos and spontaneity, hence why he "always felt better when people were shooting at him". It's because the sound of gunfire "called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else" - and it also provides a distraction from his pain and trauma, because whenever he'd think about it, "everything in him recoiled. Trying not to die was the best possible distraction". Whenever anything to do with his past or his debt is brought up, "his hands returned to his revolvers" because he found himself "longing for the cool, familiar feel of their pearl handles beneath his thumbs". It steadies him as much as it possibly can when he's not in a dangerous situation, momentarily calling his mind into focus, an attempt at distracting himself from his afflictions.

Based off similar instances, the scene in Crooked Kingdom where he, Wylan and Colm are being shot at should have brought him that same satisfaction that any other shooting would. He "should be buzzing from the excitement of the fight. The thrill was still there, fizzing through his blood, but beside it was a cold, unfamiliar sensation that felt like it was draining the joy from him." What makes this situation so different to the others is that he can't ignore his problems and trauma now: it's staring him right in the face. Colm is right there. The thrill of the fight doesn't feel the same because "all he could think was, Da could have been hurt. He could have died." And we know that Jesper's debt would cost Colm the jurda farm Jesper grew up on, forcing him to acknowledge the reality of his problems: with Colm being right there, Jesper just can't ignore his afflictions because all he could think about is how his father would "suffer for his antics". If you ask me, this is so representative of his character arc as a whole.

This is further emphasised by how he's reflecting on the first time he spun Makker's Wheel right before this ambush, its intention being merely "harmless fun", but it ended up evolving into an addiction that "split [his life] like a log into two distinct and uneven pieces: the time before he’d stepped up to that wheel and every day since". The rush of a high-stakes situation is the equivalent of the "harmless fun" - it's a thrill that Jesper enjoys feeling, but in reality it's doing much more harm because it's preventing him from acknowledging and facing his pain. And he's indeed in so much pain: there's so much anguish inside of him, but he'd do anything to distract himself from it because the reality is just too painful.

This is where the tables come in: later in Crooked Kingdom, when the crew are being ambushed by the Khergud, Jesper "could feel the pull of East Stave" because he didn't have anything else to occupy his mind with. Then, the minute he thinks about facing his father, "the need to be at the tables was overwhelming" because he desperately needs to distract himself from the reality of his circumstances: "since Kaz hadn't obliged him with something to shoot at, Jesper needed a pair of dice and long odds to clear his mind". He can't use the ambush as a distraction, so the tables it is. As Inej tells him, "they feel like medicine. They soothe you, put you right for a time. But they’re poison, Jesper. Every time you play, you take another sip." This isn't the first time poison has been used to represent something that is preventing the Crows from healing - we also see it with Matthias, when he tells Brum in Six of Crows, "the life you live, the hate you feel - it's poison. I can drink it no longer". Just like how the exploitation of Matthias' grief and pain as a means of fueling hatred prevented him from healing because it kept exacerbating the anguish within him (he had to stop drinking the poison to do so), Jesper's addiction - and, by extension, the thrill of a high-stakes situation - prevents him from acknowledging the wound inside him and working towards healing it. It gets to the extent where “he had always thought of himself as lucky… what if he’d been bluffing this whole time?” - he’s gotten so used to suppressing his pain that he, in a way, loses sense of who he is. His façade has distorted his perception of himself. It's not until Colm arrives in the Barrel that Jesper is forced to acknowledge just how deep that wound is and how much it's festering - just like how he couldn't even feel the thrill of a fight properly because of the possibility of his father getting hurt.

That scene is one of many cracks that start to form as Jesper continues to bottle up all of this pain and trauma, until he finally breaks when Wylan proposes that he's such a good shot because being a Fabrikator allows him to direct the metal of the bullets. Jesper protests, asking Wylan why he can't "just let things be easy" - why can't he just let him keep ignoring his problems, when it's so much easier than facing them? But Wylan stands his ground, explaining that "they’re not easy... You keep pretending everything is okay. You move on to the next fight or the next party. What are you afraid is going to happen if you stop?" This is why Matthias calls Jesper “angry and frightened” - he’s afraid of stopping, because he knows stopping means that he’s forced to face the reality that he’s deeply wounded. This is when he finally breaks under the burden of his own pain, under the reality that he can't keep ignoring it anymore - hence why he chooses to put his share of the reward in Colm's name because, as he explains to Kaz, "I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of money just yet". For the first time, he's acknowledging his problems and working towards fixing them, no matter how much time it takes (because trauma and addiction don't just disappear overnight).

n e ways this ended up being significantly longer than anticipated but this is what happens when I start analysing these books: it snowballs out of control and suddenly I can’t shut up.

#look at me going on my silly little rants again #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i might have missed a few things but again i haven't finished my reread yet so this is all i've got for you today #i just love jesper fahey okay #i would do anything for him #literally anything #and call me bold for saying this #but he deserves a fandom that treats him better #jesper fahey #kit young #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone season two #shadow and bone season three #six of crows spin off #soc spin off #leigh bardugo #meta #soc meta #six of crows analysis #soc analysis #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar

[ladytauria]

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. is so jaytim

you’re right nonny it so is

my first impulse was like—the two of them getting accidentally domestic, bc i love characters falling into relationships without realizing it xD

but then this scenario popped in my head & that’s what came out instead~

>> AO3 <<

Jason hasn’t been sleeping well.

His rest is troubled on a good day, and he hasn’t had many over the last week.

Well. It’s not that he’s had bad days, it’s just…

He misses Tim.

It’s stupid, because his bedroom is literally right across from Tim’s, but— It might as well be on the other side of the world.

He wishes they’d never agreed to stay at the manor for the holidays. It’s been miserable. Sure, he and Bruce are setting a record streak for lack of arguments. It’s been fun to hang out with the others, too, outside of the Cave and the mask. But—

Fuck.

The closest he’s gotten to a proper cuddle in a week was movie night, when he sat on the floor just to have an excuse to lean against Tim’s legs.

Jason knows he only has himself to blame. He’s the one who’s not ready to tell the others that they’re dating, even though they’ve damn near moved in together at this point. He just—he’s not ready for the judgment. The lectures, the shovel talks, the—everything. The reminder he’s not really good enough for Tim.

Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

Neither do the small, fleeting moments they manage to steal—the kisses they exchange in the lesser used parts of the manor, the brief hugs and touches they can exchange in front of the others. It’s. It’s fucking miserable.

He’s spent the last several nights lying awake, actively restraining himself from sneaking into Tim’s room. He just… He misses being held.

It’s the lack of sleep he’ll blame his slip-up on later, when all is said and done.

Tim’s got some stuff to do in the city today—Jason does too, but not until later—so Jason takes the liberty of making him a coffee and some breakfast to go, since he knows Tim won’t be down until it’s almost time to leave. He gets a couple of raised eyebrows, but, it’s not unusual for him to take the load off of Alfred, so no one actually says anything.

“You said you had plans today, right, Jason?” Dick asks, where he’s sitting at the breakfast table with Steph, Damian, Cass, and Duke. Bruce is standing with Alfred, the butler adjusting his tie like Bruce is twelve, and not forty-something.

“Yeah,” Jason says. “I’ll be gone for a couple hours.” First he has some packages to pick up, and also, every other week, he does story time at the library he used to half-live in as a child.

Tim shuffles in. Jason is glad Bruce will be driving—he looks like a zombie (and Jason would know). It takes him half a moment to spot the travel cup and paper bag sitting by Jason. He beelines over.

“Th’nks,” he mumbles, immediately popping the lid on his cup to take a long drink.

“Cool,” Dick says. “When you get back I was thinking we could break out the board games.”

Alfred finishes with Bruce. “Provided you all remember the rules, I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Master Dick.”

Jason snorts. One of these years they’re going to have all board and card games banned from the Manor.

“Ready to go, Tim?” Bruce asks.

“Sure, Dickie,” he says. “I’d love a chance to kick your ass.” His fingers catch in Tim’s belt loop before he can head to the door. He leans in, thoughtlessly, planting a chaste kiss on Tim’s mouth. “Have a good day, babe.”

Tim hums, smiling softly up at him. “You too.”

Jason almost doesn’t register the silence.

Then—

“What the fuck?” Stephanie breaks it, and Jason is reminded, abruptly, that they’re not alone.

The blood rushes to his face so quickly he’s surprised he doesn’t pass out; his skin ablaze with his embarrassment. “…fuck.”

That’s one way to announce their relationship.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

#jaytim #timjay #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #lovely anons #asks and answers #to those of you i told i was going to sleep early tonight #i… well. i did try i promise #i’m so tired but i cant sleep so #i wrote a fic instead #& i hope my exhaustion isn’t too obvious lol

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hey, so do yall remember that fic idea I talked about a lil bit ago, about Max being in love with Richie pre-transition, and then falling in love with him post transition without him even knowing? Yeah, so I wrote a prologue

Sorry if you don't wanna be tagged, I'm just tagging those who seemed most interested: @boykisserbunny @petes-5yr-cocoa @chaosbrinker @inprisonforsparkling

I didn't decide on a deadname for him, so I hope the way I wrote it is okay.

TW- Bullying, icky behaviour, ghosting(?)

It all started with her.

She's the reason Max ever got violent in the first place.

"Stupid fuckin nerd!" Max once heard. He didn't think much of it. People got bullied every day.

"That's kind of a-an oxymoron, don't you think?" He heard a meek voice say.

Fuck. If some motherfucker was messing with her, Max was gonna break some bones.

"Who're you callin a moron!"

"No, that's not— Eep!" A familiar squeak echoed through the halls before the sound of a fist splatting against the concrete wall rang out.

Max turned the corner.

She was pressed against the wall, although it mostly seemed to be hwr doing at this point, she'd definately been bracketed there before. Despite hearing only one voice, there were three guys. One of them was clutching his hand.

"That's it, you fuckin smartass—"

"Hey!" Max yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We're just teaching this nerd a lesson," One of the guys said. "She shouldn't be such a nerdy prude," He said, running his hand down her arm for a second before she shoved it off.

"Fuck off," She grumbled. She was behaving like this wasn't unfamiliar for her.

"Yeah," Max said. "Fuck off." The third guy laughed.

"Or what?" He asked. "Dunno if you noticed, but it's one on three."

She threw her hands up slightly, annoyed.

Technically, she's the one who initiated it.

She swung her backpack as hard as she could into his groin, immediately sending him groaning on the ground.

She smiled for a second before the second guy went for her. She squeaked again before crouching down.

Nothing to worry about though. He was quickly knocked away by Max, as well as the first guy, just in case he wanted to try something again.

"Nice one by the way," Max said as she stood back up. She dusted herself off and swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Thanks for the help," She said.

She always did that. She never thanked him for saving her, never acted helpless. She wasn't helpless. She just wasn't enough on her own. Max completed that.

After that, Max left her side even less. Apparently it wasn't the first time it'd happened. In fact, it seemed like that'd been a reoccurring thing for weeks now. Not anymore, if Max had anything to do with it. Which he would.

Despite not dating, not wanting people to think they're dating, and constantly fighting the accusations that they're dating, Max would swing his arm around her shoulders now to make sure that other guys knew she was spoken for.

Not that she was. He just hoped it was enough to protect her if he wasn't around.

He gave her official and explicit permission to claim they were dating if she so needed to, like if she was being pursued by someone she didn't like and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

Unfortunately, for some people that just got their motor running more.

In those situations, Max advised that she fought them off as well as she could, and called him as soon as she thought they'd be too much for her alone. He'd drop anything to be there for her.

Max didn't see her the entire last week of eighth grade. He was getting worried. He'd ask around, but people would tease him, saying he should know, since they were dating, and that she finally decided to off herself.

That second one hit too close to home.

He went to her house a week into summer, after many text messages and a warning that he was going to do so.

A man answered the door. He kind of looked like her, in a vague way, but Max knew this wasn't her dad.

"I'm here to see..."

"Uh," The guy started, looking confused. "I don't know anyone with that name. Sorry."

"You... what?" Max asked, his brain breaking. He was already so close to the edge.

Two weeks with no contact at all. It was starting to scare him more than he was okay with.

"I've never heard that name before. Sorry," He said. "That's my last name, Matthews. But that's all I got."

"No, sh-she lives here. She's always lived here!" Max tried to lunge forward into the house, but the man blocked him.

"I think you should leave now, young man," He said.

Max yelled her name until his voice hurt, and the man managed to push him away long enough to shut and lock the door.

He banged on it for a while before giving up.

He sat on the porch for a while before working up the energy and motivation to leave.

What happened to her... it was like she disappeared off the face of the earth and no one even cared or noticed.

That had to have been her uncle or big brother or something, they had the same last name! How was this fair, where had she gone!

She was Max’s only real friend. His only true friend. Sure, the football team and the basketball team, but she knew more about his life and feelings than they ever would.

Not to mention, he only hung out with them out of necessity, especially the ones that had tried to hurt her.

Without her, what was even the point of trying to be decent.

In all honesty, Max liked the fear he generated. He liked that he could look at someone the right way and make them flinch. He liked knowing he could protect her.

He needed to show her that. He did his best, while still showing he could take care of her.

Okay, sure. Maybe the accusations and the lies were right, Max was in love with her.

A lot of good that did him now.

#using her the same way they use him for god #please give me feedback #i love feedback #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #i love richie #michie #trans richie lipschitz #jon matteson #will branner #might not continue idk #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i wrote this at 1 am #im gonna go to sleep now #jagerschitz #max x richie

[lady-villain-imagines]

Dead By Daylight Ladies & Cuddling

The Artist

Surrounded by the cawing of crows roosting all around, You were in the middle of the enormous nest in the middle of the Artist’s realm, the Eyrie of Crows. You were not alone, as the Artist herself was laid besides you. She was on her side, carefully brushing and playing with your hair as you were on your back looking up at her. Others would find her shiny black eyes boring into them intimidating, but there was only warmth when it was for you.

Her lack of words never bothered you, she was expressive in everything she did. With the way she was tenderly preening your hair and the soft clicking coming from her throat every now and then while she moved her needle like claws across your skin it was easy to see she had affections for you.

Carmina, as you had found out was her real name, carefully laid her head on your shoulder. Nestling her nose into your neck, soft murmurs came from her throat. You could feel the ink from her mouth and eyes dripping on your skin, leaving thick dark trains in its wake. As her lithe body pushed against your side, she pressed kiss like tar to your collar bone that would surely stain you for days. Not that you minded.

The Huntress

To say Anna was bigger then you would be an understatement. The woman was a mountain, which made it all the better when she pulled you on top of her to cuddle. She didn’t hesitate to hoist you up with her onto the cottage bed and settled you on her. It was serene to be wrapped in her thick, warm arms in such a cold and dreary forest.

A deep hum came rumbling from above you, you felt the vibrations run through her chest . It was a song that struck fear into everyone else, and admittedly it used to do the same for you. But now it only comforted you as Anna ran her hand up and down your spine, her uneven and claw like nails sending shivers through you. It was both soothing and threatening to known those strong hands that held you so close to her body could easily break you, but she chose to just rub them across your back instead. The soft lullaby sent you both into sleep, you truly felt the safest you’d ever been in the arms of a murderess.

The Pig

The couch was uncomfortable at best and it was cold as usual in the meat plant, but the warmth coming from your side made you try to get even closer to the woman next to you. Amanda let you, her arm around your shoulders as you leaned heavily into her with your arm around her torso.

The two of you were just quietly listening to the rock music Amanda had provided, the noises of the machines endlessly pumping in the background. She’d wordlessly taken off her usual robe and put it around you to keep you warm before you’d both gotten comfortable on the dingy couch that was the only remotely comfortable thing in the entire building.

Amanda’s arms were spread across the back of the couch, letting you embed yourself into her side. She was stiff at first, eventually forcing herself into relaxing. No one else could get away with how close they were to the woman behind the Pig mask. She even pulled you into her more when you tried to adjust yourself, clearly not entertaining the idea of you getting up anytime soon. She had you caught in a much more domestic trap than her usual ones.

The Plague

She was… hesitant, when you brought up trying to cuddle. For obvious reasons, physical touch was very dangerous for you considering the sickness that radiates from her. But you were adamant, you wanted to show her you weren’t scared of her (and those fountains were there for a reason, right?)

Adiris relented, but insisted that she always be facing away from you just in case she vomited on accident. It wouldn’t be very romantic to have puke all over you. That just meant you wrapped your own arms around her, holding her to your body. This surprised her, your willingness to be so close to her despite her condition worried her for your well-being but the lonely, selfish part of her after all these years couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of human contact.

Pressing your face against her back, you felt her let out a contented & slightly wheezing sigh as she relaxed against you. Her considerable height made it look a little silly to try to wrap around her as her long legs stretched far past your own. The simple act of it, however, made her feel so loved. Cuddle her more.

The Spirit

Cuddling her was difficult to say the least. Cutting yourself or impaling yourself on shards of glass was not what either of you wanted. Outside of trials, of course. Instead, Rin settled her head in your lap, her hair floating upwards towards you as she looked up at you. Playing with her hair will have her slightly icy exterior melting immediately. Not to mention it’s very fun to mess with the wild, flowing tendrils as they tickled at your face.

A little trial and error and some med kits were used but eventually you reached a way for Rin to cuddle you back. You rested your head on her abdomen, a hand curled against her rib cage. It was one of the only places without many glass shards to rub against you. Her ghostly hand detached from her arm ran over your skin, goosebumps immediately breaking out wherever her freezing fingers touched. She will put her cold hands on the back of your neck to make you jump.

#dead by daylight #dbd #reader insert #slasher x reader #dbd x reader #anna dbd #the artist dbd #the pig dbd #the plague dbd #the spirit dbd #the huntress dbd #amanda young #rin yamaoka #adiris #carmina mora #I wrote this instead of sleeping :) hi #it was rushed and in one weed induced go so sorry if it sucks

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas Lucky 38 Presidential Suite Sleeping Arrangement Headcanons:

I've been thinking about how the sleeping arrangement would work, since there are only three beds and six couches in the Lucky 38’s Presidential Suite.

Here’s what I imagine:

Veronica Santangelo and Rose of Sharon Cassidy:

In the smaller bedroom to the left, Veronica and Cass share this bed together. Veronica is used to sleeping close to someone since she grew up in a bunker. While Cass has slept in worse conditions while traveling for her caravan work. So neither mind sharing.

Sometimes sleeping next to Cass makes Veronica think of Christine.

If Cass is up late drinking or can’t sleep (she finds the Lucky 38 creepy) then she’ll drink until she's knocked out. Sleeping on one of the empty couches or while sitting at the kitchen table.

Lily Bowen:

Lily sleeps by herself on the bed next to Veronica and Cass'. Since she's too large to use a couch and takes up an entire bed by herself. Everyone has woken up before to Lily listening to the holotape of her grandchildren, but no one is ever bothered by it. Lily has also tucked everyone at least once into bed.

Craig Boone:

Boone ALWAYS sleeps on the couch. He’s used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions due to his NCR work, so he doesn’t mind. I think he'd also feel guilty taking a bed. Also, he doesn't want to share a bed with anyone else because the last person he did that with was Carla.

He usually likes the couch next to the pool table since it faces the Lucky 38's elevators. However, if Cass falls alseep there after drinking a little too much, then Boone will take a different couch.

Rex:

Rex changes where and who he sleeps every night, but whenever he sleeps with Boone it’s like this:

Raul Tejada, Arcade Gannon and My Courier Six:

Raul, Arcade and her all share the main big bedroom.

Usually Raul and Courier Six share the bed with ED-E (and sometimes Rex) in the middle. Raul will 100% play the arthritis and old man card.

Despite ghouls being described as gross/smelly, even Raul describes it "stink like a public toilet after Cinco de Mayo". Courier Six isn't bothered by it and doesn't mind sleeping next to him.

Actually, during the two years she worked as a courier she slept alone in many dangerous places. So, now being able to sleep next to someone makes her feel safe and happy.

Arcade usually takes the two couches and pushes them together. It's never comfortable, but he would rather do that than share a bed. His height makes sleeping on the couches difficult.

Arcade LMAO:

When Courier Six and Raul are gone he gets some of the BEST sleep in his life. The Presidential Suite beds are probably one of the few times in the Mojave he's found a bed that fits someone his height.

If Raul and Courier Six return late and Arcade is sleeping they'll just let him have the bed and sleep on the couches normally.

ED-E:

99% of the time ED-E is snuggling Courier Six. However if she's gone he'll either lay next to wherever Rex has settled, intentional sleep near Arcade to annoy him or just float by the elevator waiting for her return.

Courier Six snuggles ED-E like this:

#PLEASE SHARE YOURS I WANNA HEAR WHAT OTHER PEOPLE IMAGINE!!!!!!!!!!!! #Bonus: Post Second Battle of Hoover Dam after everyone eventually moves out (except ED-E) my courier six slowly (and unintentionally) #starts sleeping more and more in the bed on the penthouse floor. Despite the fact her and Mr. House aren't a couple yet. #She just REALLY doesn't like being by herself and everyone moving out is making her lonely. #Also she's usually up late working with Mr. House anyway so it's convenient. Totally nothing else 👀 #Long Text #Long Post #MaddyMoreauPost #Fallout New Vegas #I couldn't sleep so I wrote this instead asjfkfla;ncacv #I imagine Fallout New Vegas takes place over the span of three years. #So of course she’s sad when everyone separates going their own way. #Need to write a post on my Headcanons for what happens to everyone and what they’re doing during the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.

[i-aint-even-bovvered]

sometimes a family can be you, a bastard prince, a witch with an archaic speech pattern, a woman who believes she speaks to god, a giant who was imprisoned for slaughtering a family in a blind rage, an assassin who failed to kill you, an old woman who may or may not technically be undead, a drunk who is definitely not dealing with his divorce well, a golem who hates birds with a passion, and your dog.

#dragon age origins #dragon age #shitpost #i wrote this instead of going back to sleep #because it wouldnt leave my head

[silawastaken]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51436606

15 skk with love and kiss whaaaaat?

#help #i wrote this instead of sleeping #pls i need to get brainrot out before i go to school tomorrow #appreciate this please #soukoku #ao3 fanfic #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku fanfiction #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsd skk #15 skk

[themosskid]

After Steve and Eddie have been together for a little while Steve and Wayne get pretty close.

Wayne knows about the Harringtons, the big house that’s empty most of the year. The cold looks and sharp snapping of Mr Harrington, the calculated and distant Mrs Harrington. He knows about Steve’s insistence on not accepting help, of not knowing what to do when it’s offered.

He also knows about Steve. How caring he is, both for Eddie and for the group of kids that hang around them. He sees how he does pretty much whatever Dustin asks. He sees the way he looks at his nephew. He sees how hard Steve works, how many hours he puts into the video store.

Wayne and Steve get close, they talk about sports and other things Eddie doesn’t understand, Wayne teaches him things he never learned from his own father.

Eddie mostly jokes about how Steve is Wayne’s favourite now, how he’s replacing him.

One time Eddie comes home to the trailer after a Corroded Coffin practice to find Steve and Wayne on the couch watching some sports game, each with a beer in hand.

“Jesus,” Eddie mutters as he slips his shoes off. “Steal my boyfriend why don’t you.”

Wayne waves him away. Steve just turns to smile at him and says, “how was practice?”

Eddie sits next to him, stealing a sip of beer. “It went good, we’re working on a couple new songs, I think you’ll like them.” he winks at Steve, who snorts.

“Yeah, maybe..”

Steve looks at the clock, “I should actually head out now, my parents are coming home tonight and the house should probably be clean for them.”

“You want help?” Eddie stands with Steve.

“No, it’s fine, thank you.” He turns to Wayne. “Thanks for having me over, we should do it again sometime and hopefully I can stay for the full game.”

Wayne nods, smiling, and waves him off. “See you later.”

“You sure?” Eddie asks by the door.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow.?” Steve leans in to kiss Eddie goodbye.

“Yeah, see you then.” Eddie stands in the doorway watching Steve get into his car.

Eddie sits back down by wayne, “his parents are…”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I went to school with his father.”

Eddie looks up in surprise.

“He was a real tool back then, i can’t imagine he’s changed much. People don’t tend to improve when they’re like that.”

“Some do..”

Wayne smiles at his nephew, knowing they’re both thinking of Steve in that moment.

“Yes, i suppose you’re right.”

#i wrote this instead of sleeping and idk where i was going with it #wayne munson adopts steve harrington you can’t change my mind #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #wayne munson

[floppydiskettess]

CYPHER SFW ALPHABET

HIII THIS WAS MADE FOR MY BESTIE!!!!!! HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY MAN! :D. I HOPE THIS QUENCHES THE CYPHER BRAINROT :))

(ps, i am still working on requests! i have two atm that im working on and i apologize for the delay!!!)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

at first he is hesitant, he is filled with insecurities. but once he becomes more comfortable he will be extremely affectionate. he will call you petnames constantly (my love, dear, angel, sweetest, etc.). also this man LOVES behind hugs, he loves to suprise you with a hug from behind as he rests his masked chin on the top of your head (he is a tall mf and he will rub it in)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

he is a quiet person, at first you two would simply sit in comfortable silence, but he will soon be more talkative with you once he knows he can trust you! being his best friend would involve a lot of nights spent in his workshop watching him work. he would totally make you upgrades as a gift too.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he hasn't recieved physical touch in a long time. you will notice him tensing up at each touch at the beginning. but don't assume that means he doesn't like it. he really feels comforted by your gentle touches but he just needs to readjust to being loved in a physical manner.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, he definitely is dating to marry. he will cook meals he used to make all the time for you! he is an amazing cook too, expect him to cook you fancy foods and serve you exquisite teas. bbbuuutttt he is not the best at cleaning however...(just take one look at his workshop for gods sake.)

E = Emotions (how well can they handle their emotions? what affects them the most?) (i changed this one !!!)

he has a lot of trauma, he doesn't really have any coping methods for it though besides pushing it (and others) away. he will need time to emotionally recover from the loss of his family. but with you by his side he feels more hopeful than ever.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

he was married before, he would be willing to tie the knot with someone of which he is deeply bonded too. he would likely wait for you to propose, he doesn't want to rush you. and if you see a wedding ring sitting waiting on his desk? you saw nothing :)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

soft boi....he cares so much for you. he couldn't bear to lose you like he lost nora. he is physically and emotionally gentle. he is constantly careful of your personal boundaries and makes sure you are taking care of yourself. he treats you as if you are the most delicate piece of china on a shelf. absolutely nothing will be hurting you as long as he is there to protect you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

oh yeah he loves hugs! whenever you come back from a mission he is waiting at the loading dock to welcome you back with a warm hug. he prefers to give hugs rather than to recieve them, but if he is having a really stressful day he longs for a hug..

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he would say it fast, he probably was so caught up in the moment that he just said how he was feeling. he truly loves you and he wants to make sure you know how much he cares. after that, he will say it confidently and in public. he wants you to always remember how loved you are.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he generally is not a jealous person, but if someone decided to try and take what isn't theirs he would definitely become jealous. he fully trusts you, but he just does not trust the person who is bothering you to take the hint and back off. if someone began to get really persistent? he would be pissed. this man will protectively stand in front of you, looming over the stranger.

"don't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong....the walls have ears my friend. they know just what you are."

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

with the mask on? the cheek! he loves cheek kisses. without the mask? he loves cheek kisses, temple kisses, and a simple kiss on the lips. he also loves his chest and shoulders being kissed (/nsx you horndogs 😡). he will kiss you whereever he can get too. neck, arms, palm, cheek, forehead, you name it. anywhere he can reach? its gonna be kissed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he has...experience... with kids. he knows how to raise and treat them. this man is the absolute best with children, he goes full father figure mode and absolutely loves to just pamper the child. he would love to have kids one day again....

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

you curled up into his chest, his mask thrown lazily on the ground beside you. you can feel his soft and steady breaths on your face. his curly dark brown hair completed mussed up. you can feel his prickly shaved chin leaning against your forehead as you softly kiss his hand which had migrated to your back.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

at night, he probably is up working while you are in bed. once he finished his work or you successfully convince him to join you. he will hold onto you until you fall asleep. on some nights however you may wake up to an empty bed, due to his sleeping issues and occasional nightmares he sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night. he can usually be found in the kitchen space though, drinking tea while reading a book.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he is scared to let you in, lets be honest. he doesn't want what happened to his family to ever happen to you. he cannot go through that pain again. he is very hesitant and it takes him a while to open up, but he will eventually. he just needs time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he is super patient, if something was wrong he would he waiting by your side for you to be ready. if someone was being rude to you? he would tell them off in a calm manner as to not create any issues for you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he pegs me as the kinda guy who keeps like a google doc of everything you like (i do that-) he wants to make sure he remembers what you like and dislike and what you say! he loves when you remember the small things he mentions, it makes him feel cared for.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first date. it probably went to shit because the other agents kept interuptting and messing around with you two. but he will never forget the afterwards. you both had gone up to the rooftop to escape the younger chaotic agents when you noticed a gorgous star show in the sky. when you sat down together, you had half his jacket draped over you as he huddled closer towards you shyly. he watched your features glow under the moonlight and that is when he fell HARD.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

protective as fuck. he lost his family to kingdom, he refuses to lose you as well. he doesn't care if it means he has to sacrifice himself to protect you. as long as you are safe. he definitely watched from afar to make sure you are safe and well.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts a lot of effort in. he meticulously plans each date and activity you two do together. of things are not perfect he fears you would be dissapointed, but he just needs some reassurance that any moment spent with him is perfect enough. (thats so cheesy ewww)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he gets super competitive...in chess he absolutely loves to destroy everybody and rub it in. if he loses (to phoenix especially..) he will definitely be pouting for a while and you will have to comfort him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he is not so much concerned as he is insecure. he has a lot of scars and emotions etched into his skin. he is scared you would be frightened of him. the mask will be staying on for a while until he fully is able to feel comfortable revealing such a big insecurity to you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. you are everything to him. if he lost you he would have nothing left for him. he would probaly leave the protocol if he were to lose you..

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he is taller than you, hes probably like 6'5 or something. he loves to tease you for it and likes to display the height difference (ex. he puts his chin on your head, he will cradle you with ease across the base, he will wrap his arms around you and fully engulf you.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

i feel like he wouldn't like a cocky and flirty person. (flirty as in, if you flirted with someone else even though you were dating him.) he is terrified you will leave him for someone else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

insomniac....need i say more? he definitely will stay up all night if you allow him too. if he is really crunched for time on something he likely is going to forget to sleep...

THANK YOU FOR READINGGG i wrote this at 1am on a school night omg. writing this made me realize how much i want a bf/gf 😭😭

anyways happy birthday to my amazing valorant duo!!! your literally the sweetest person ever and i really hope you enjoy this and have a lovely birthday when it arrives!!

#valorant x reader #fanfiction #valorant #valorant brainrot go brrrrrr #valorant fanfiction #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #cypher x reader #amir el amari #you x cypher #cypher x you #i wrote this instead of sleeping #birthday gift #cypher valorant #i hope you enjoy #happy birthday

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Ur so pretty (WIP)

UPDATE AS OF 4/2/24: IF UR READING THIS BUT HAVENT SEEN THE WHOLE FIC HERE IT IS- it is also on AO3 on the same name. Thank you!!

A/N: hiiI!!! just want to note a few things before you proceed- this is meant to be read as a wlw. Tav isn't described necessarily so it can be read as a gn tav or even a male. but I wrote this with the intention of Tav being femme presenting. I do try to avoid using "he said/she said/they said" so if you see that please tell me so I can fix that since I do want this to be as gn as possible in case you don't imagine a femme Tav. also tav's gender really isn't relevant to what I am planning for the later part, same goes for tav's race.

tav is also meant to be a selunite, but I don't know a whole lot about it, I am actively reading a wiki on it but again, can't make everything lore accurate lolol. hopefully I was able to portray the character correctly! another thing to note is that this is the inbetween of her first romance scene but not in act 2 (aka post tiefling party). so at this point tav and shadowheart kissed. anything else that needs to be adressed i cannot possibly think of so with that, enjoy!!

Upon waking up, you already felt that it was going to be a long day, one that was longer than usual. The sores from numerous fights and hours of walking were ever present from the moment you opened your eyes; the feeling of the Astarion’s fangs wringing your neck numb. You mentally check off the numerous problems before you get out of your tent and set off for the day. Upon leaving the dimly lit tent, you were blinded slightly by the morning light. The smell of breakfast filled the air as idle chatter continued. You take a moment to look at your companions. Gale was the one cooking, making idle chatter with Wyll and Karlach, the latter who was most likely the one who started the fire. Lae’zel was by herself, sharpening one of her many swords. Astarion emerges from his tent, also having just woken up. You continue to scan the camp looking for someone in particular.

‘No sign of her…’ You think to yourself, pouting slightly. From the corner of your eyes, you see Astarion approaching you. Sighing, you can already tell it was going to be a long day. 

“Glad to see you didn’t die last night.” He greets with a smirk. You look at him, already feeling the regret of letting him feed and an oncoming headache. You pinch the bridge of your nose, hoping it will relieve some tension. 

“Well if someone didn’t take any more than he should have, I wouldn’t have passed out.” You quip, to which Astarion lets out a laugh. 

“I did not take any more than I normally do. You just lost a lot of blood yesterday.” He says as he crosses his arms and shifts to the side. You look at him blankly for a moment, thinking if it would be worth it to put a stake in his heart. Listing the pros and cons, it seems that keeping him alive has more pros shockingly. Sighing once more, which was something that happened a lot when Astarion was around, you cast lesser restoration and begin to walk towards Gale, Karlach, and Wyll. However, before you can even approach the trio, you see Shadowheart emerge from her tent.

Your heart skips a beat as you look at her from afar. From the moment you had seen her while on the nautiloid, you had some sort of feelings stirring for her. Just a glance at her tells you how much of a beauty she is. The way her onyx hair framed her face, her braid that swished and would often rest on her shoulders, and the soft makeup that furthers her beauty in a way that feels almost godlike. Not to mention her eyes. The soft hazel green stood out with her darker eyeshadow, luring in the very person who looked into them. However, it wasn’t just her physical beauty that lured you in, it was the subtle beauty that seemingly showed when she wasn’t paying attention.  The soft smile that creeps up her face when you were swarmed by children at the grove, or how she plays with Scratch when she thinks no one is paying attention. You would often find yourself looking forward to fights, just to get injured so she could heal you, watching how her hands would tenderly cover the wound. In essence, her mannerisms, voice, and beauty have bewitched you, terribly. Often you were left lying awake late at night, thinking back on any conversation or memories you have of her. 

Since the tiefling party a few nights ago, you have had numerous things to think of. Truthfully, you were elated that you had agreed to a drink with her, since in your mind it showed that she had a fraction of attraction towards you. While it was hard to tell how she truly felt since she was sharran and they were sworn to secrecy; you did not need words to know that she enjoyed the moment you two shared. The kiss you two shared. The morning after you two had talked about it, and she agreed that there was indeed something between the two of you. However, soon after she began to withdraw herself from you. She would avoid being alone with you, cut the conversation short, and even volunteer to stay behind at camp. It hurt to see her detach herself from any social interaction with you. You even knew that she was avoiding only you, catching glimpses of her talking to the others. However, you found it better to give her her space, something that she appreciated in the past, though it was showing to be harder than you wanted it to be. 

“You know, it is rude to stare.” A voice cuts you out of your train of thought. Blinking, you look at the voice and see that it is Astarion. Confused as to what he is talking about, you give him a look. He rolls his eyes and smacks his teeth. “You have been staring at Shadowheart’s tent for a good while, my friend. A bit too long, might I add.”

Quietly, you let out an ‘oh’ before you turn towards your tent. You decide to start getting ready for the day, no longer hungry. Stripping your camp wear and donning your armor, you mentally summon all your courage so you can ask Shadowheart to accompany you, Gale, and Karlach. Finishing the knot of your boots, you equip your weapons and leave your tent, the blinding rays of the sun stinging your eyes for a brief moment.

‘Moonmadein please guide me.’ You utter in your thoughts before you make your way to Gale and Karlach. Even though you were nowhere near them, Karalach seemed to notice you were heading their way. Turning her head from her conversation with Gale, she makes eye contact with you. Her face seemingly lights up as small flames rise out of her skin.

“Mornin’ soldier!” She hollers. Gale says something to her in a quiet tone, one that you can’t hear. Whatever he told her caused the flames on her to diminish. Looking back at you, she lets out a slightly nervous chuckle and says, “Sorry about that. Just excited to get on the road again.” 

“No worries, and good morning to you Karlach. You too Gale.” You reassure Karlach quickly before you greet the wizard. Gale smiles in return and greets a quick ‘morning’ before leaving, presumably to get his stuff for the road. You look back to Karlach and ask, “Have you seen Shadowheart?”

“Oh, I think I saw she went with Scratch into the woods,” Karlach says, her mood seemingly more down. She hesitates for a moment, before asking “Why?”

“I just want to see if she is us on the road. It has been a bit since she left camp.” You explain, hoping that you weren't evident in your real reason for talking to her. Truthfully you weren’t telling a full lie, you did want to know if she wanted to leave camp for a while. You also just wanted a moment alone with her, in case she didn’t want to go. However before anything else could be said, the bushes rustled slightly. You and Karlach turn to the noise, however, you don’t need to go and investigate since Scratch jumps from the bushes and runs toward you. He jumps onto your chest, tackling you to the ground before he starts to lick at your face. Laughing at the slightly ticklish feeling, you try to move him off of you, not too keen on smelling like dog breath or even having slobber on you. Thankfully he gets off with ease and goes to bother you someone else. Still chuckling, you get up from the ground, with the help of Karlach who is laughing with you. The rustling of leaves happens once more, catching your attention once more. This time it was Shadowheart who emerged from the woods. You briefly make eye contact with her, your heart skips a beat and you shift to move towards her. Though it seemed she noticed you moving, since she looked away first and headed back to her tent, not even uttering a greeting or looking back. Your shoulders sag, clearly dejected at her avoidance. ‘I can’t be like this all day. We have to move forward.’ You think to yourself, quickly shaking the feeling and standing up straighter, putting on the front that you were not bothered by it. 

“It seems like she has no intent on leaving today. I suppose we could drag Astarion with us.” You jest lightly to Karlach. Wanting to leave sooner, you readjust your pack and look for Astarion. Thankfully, he seemed to have read your mind and was already in his gear. You look for Gale briefly and see that he is equally as ready. With a nod, the four of you leave camp and begin the day.

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