#cause I know if I just sit here I’ll get sad 😅

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Little Kiri sketch

#cause I know if I just sit here I’ll get sad 😅 #🤠 wip #🤠 sketch #🤠 draws #eijiro kirishima #kirishima #cowboy!kirishima

[staygoldwriting]

Hii! Can I pls request a Eddie Munson x fem!crybaby!reader? Like she’s such a softie that even if she sees a little flower all alone she’ll cry. Or if Eddie says something very nice she cries. If she’s hungry? You guessed it! She cries! And when Eddie gives her like takeout she cries cause she found Eddie adorable!🥰😅

Ngl-it is very self centered cause I’m a real crybaby😇😅

Hi there! This is such a cute request 😍 It made me think that I should probably introduce a fluff-o-meter for my work on a scale of 1-5 😂 I wrote it in blurbs so I could include more scenarios! I hope you and enjoy, and as always, please show love and support 🤗💕

Word count: ~800 with a 200 word bonus

Warnings: 5 on the fluff-o-meter, mentions of marriage

For @fieldofsecretss 💙

😭 Crybaby

“Hey, sweetheart, sorry Hellfire took so long, but I’m home now-wait, what’s wrong?” Eddie rushed over to you. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tears streaming down your face.

“It’s… it’s just the movie,” you said, sniffling. 

“Sweetheart… you’re watching Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure,” Eddie replied confused, but still tried to soothe you. “What’s sad about it?”

“Nothing, it’s just so sweet that they have each other, you know?” you cried. “Friendship is so beautiful.”

“It sure is,” Eddie smiled, holding you tight. Every once in a while, well, more than once in a while, you would get into a weepy mood, and Eddie tried his best to comfort and understand you, but it still caught him off guard at times. 

“I’m better now,” you sniffled, kissing him. “How was your time?”

“It was good! The guys say hello as always.”

“Hello to the guys,” you smiled.

“Oh! Mike wanted me to give this to you,” Eddie said, handing you a small box. You opened it to see a small pin with a flower on it. 

“Awww,” you whimpered. “He’s so sweet! I remember telling him I liked roses, and now… and now…” you started to blubber and cry, and Eddie brought you back into his arms, kissing you all over your face until you laughed.

“I’ll tell him you said thank you,” he chuckled. 

“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess! You’ve only been here two minutes and I’ve already cried twice. I’m such a crybaby.”

“But you’re _my _crybaby, and I would never want you to change!” Eddie said, kissing your temple. “You feel emotions strongly! If people don’t get it, then screw them and their insensitivity.”

“You’re the best,” you sniffled, kissing his forehead. 

-😭-

“Okay, I think we have everything on our list,” Eddie said as he scanned the grocery list. “You want anything else, baby? Baby?”

Eddie looked up to see you sniffling at the bakery section, peering into the pastry window. As he approached you, he brushed away a tear falling down your cheek.

“We need to buy that cookie, Eddie.”

“Which one, honey?”

“The one… all alone.”

“Oh, okay, that makes sense. It needs company?”

“No! Don’t you get it? All his cookie friends have been deemed edible, and he��s here, waiting to be eaten.”

“Well, let’s buy it and split it so it can feel twice as loved.”

“You know me so well, baby.”

-😭-

“How was school today?” you asked Eddie as he walked inside. 

“Eh, not too bad,” he said, lifting your legs so he could sit on the couch. Draping them across his lap, he gazed at you.

“That’s good,” you said, setting down your magazine. “Any news?”

“Well, the school announced prom, and I don’t know if I wanna go. What do you think?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “It could be fun, sort of a last huzzah with your friends before you graduate.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Would you… would you want to come with me?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at him wide-eyed. Your bottom lip began to quiver, and you took a shaky breath or two.

“Eddie, baby, I would love to go to your prom with you!” you cried as Eddie pulled you into a hug, kissing your head.

“I had a feeling, but you never know,” he chuckled. “I talked to Robin and Nancy about it, and they said you can join them for dress shopping this weekend.”

“They’re so sweet to let me join their group,” you blubbered. 

“Well, they love you!” Eddie smiled, making you cry more. “You’re a really great gal, you know,” he kissed you.

“I love them too, and I love you! How did I get so lucky?”

Eddie wiped the tears from your face as he smiled softly at you. His eyes shined as he looked at you in admiration. 

“I’m the lucky one, sweetheart.”

-😭-

“Eddieee,” you whined as you plopped on the couch. 

“What’s going on, princess?” he asked as he moved the hair out of your face.

“I’m hungry.”

“Yeah?”

You sniffled, tears starting to form. “Yeah.”

“Aww, baby, come here,” Eddie said as you lifted your arms for him to pull you up. You sniffled into his shoulder as you whimpered. 

“Can we call to get some food please?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t.”

“Why not?” you cried.

“Because I called for pizza twenty minutes ago to surprise you. It should be here any minute now.”

“Oh, Eddie!” you sobbed, then looked at him seriously. “Did you get extra cheese?”

“Of course I did, my love, it wouldn’t be a Y/N and Eddie pizza without it.”

“Have I ever told you you’re marriage material?”

“Ha, I don’t know, but you’re marriage material too, baby.”

“Don’t make me cry more!”

-😭-

(this is the little bonus blurb!)

You and Eddie were taking a walk in the park, holding hands and breathing in the fresh autumn air. You loved walking with Eddie; you always found new food to try, new places to explore, and you always left with a story. Eddie spun you, pulling you back in to kiss you softly. He smiled as he gazed into your eyes, both of you feeling helplessly in love.

“I have something for you,” he said sweetly.

“Oh?” you said, your eyes starting to water. From a flower petal to a car, anything Eddie brought you was worthy of a full bawl-session.

“Here you go,” he smirked, handing you a stack of tissues.

“Okay, I don’t cry that much,” you laughed, but caught your breath when you looked at Eddie down on one knee, a box in his hands.

“I don’t want to say much because I don’t want you to cry too much and get dehydrated, but I promise to always love you and always keep tissues in my pocket for whenever life is too sweet to handle. Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your face was wet with tears long before you leapt into his arms, saying “absolutely yes!” 

❤️✨

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[giggly-squiggily]

Ok I’ll admit, I think I’ve gotten on they Roark hype train 😅 He’s super endearing and augh I just love the guy! 🥰 So, some headcanons are in check!

I like to think that Roark’s Pokémon (if I’m not mistaken, Geodude, Onix, and Cradinos) get very impatient during feeding time 😂 Roark has a whole system he uses for feeding and his Pokémon don’t really care for it. Onix has to get fed first cause his bowls are the hardest to prepare, he had to wear shin guards while he prepares all the food cause Cradinos headbutts him nonstop, and do you know how hard it is to find giant plastic spoons?? Cause Geodude doesn’t like getting his hands messy!

All this he has to follow, and in the end his Pokémon just push him over, spilling the pokè-kibble all over the place. This happens every week or so and actually upsets him. His Pokémon notice this, see that they did wrong, and say to themselves “Ok, let’s try not to make him sad anymore! Now, we tickle!!” And tickle the heart of gold miner back to his happy self 🥰

This was a bit long, but I hope you enjoy this!

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

I can't deny- I laughed really hard imagining the Pokemon sending kibble everywhere; mainly cause that's exactly what my animals do jarjkekjajkrakerkjej This was a delight of a headcanon and so much fun to write! I've gotcha covered friend! :D (And YES! Join the Roark hype- he deserves all the love! 🥰 I'm living for all of it- my babies getting recognition!)

“Okay.” Roark took a deep breath, slapping his own face a few times to warm himself up. “Here we go.”

It was meal time for his pokemon- and once again Roark was facing his biggest challenge yet. His shin guards were in place, strapped tightly with extra cushion between them and his legs. Behind him was a wagon carrying a large bowl- too heavy for Roark to carry in his arms. Attached to his hip was a toy shovel he got at the local shop- the closest thing he could get to a large spoon.

“We’re gonna get through this! We will!” He puffed up his chest, squared his shoulders, and pushed open the doors to the back of the gym where his crew waited.

~~~

He didn’t even get to the sorting.

Poke-Kibble was spilled everywhere from an upturned wagon, the shovel snapped in half and his shin pads were already coming loose from his stumble. Crandinos and Geodude were going to town on their meals, the armed-rock using the shovel-end of its broken toy to eat while Cradinos nudged its food into a little mountain before devouring it whole. Onix had its entire face in the wagon, rock tail wagging as it chomped away, nearly chewing through the wagon itself.

“Heh…at least you like the food.” Roark sighed, leaning into his arms as he watched his pokemon. He knew this was going to happen- it did without fail every time. No matter what system he put into place, there was always a mess by the end of it. He shouldn’t be so upset by this, but here he was fighting down tears after yet another failed attempt to come off as an organized gym leader.

“Geo? Geo, Geo.” The rock type waved at the others, pointing at Roark with a frown. Cradinos and Onix stopped, faces covered in kibble as they turned to look at their trainer. A shared thought passed over them before they made their move.

“Huh? Oh- hey…” Roark blinked upon feeling cool rock against his back.Onix had curled up around him. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” He wiped at his eyes before they could see, smiling. “Reall-EH!”

His fake smile was quickly shocked into a real one as Geodude attacked, squeezing his sides with surprisingly gentle-er-rock fingers. Cradinos was sitting on his lap, headbutting him back gently until he was trapped between it and Onix, giving Geodude more room to tickle. “Ahehahhahaha! Whahahait-wahhahahhait plhehhahahhhahase!”

The pokemon did not wait- too determined to fix their mistake and see Roark smiling. Geodude smiled brightly as it tapped along Roark’s torso, crying in glee when the redhead snorted. Onix’s tail beat against the ground, delighted, while Cradinos continued to headbutt, pressing its nose into Roark’s belly and adding to the tickles.

“Ahehahahhahha! Ohooohohohkay! Oohoohokay, I gihihihiihve!” Roark cried out, taking a breath when the pokemon finally stopped. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out and petting Cradinos’ head. “Tahhalk about gehheeting caught between a rock and a hard place.”

The pokemon cheered- mainly because Roark was smiling and they accomplished their goal. Roark sighed, leaning back into Onix and giving its face a pat when it leaned down, his other hand petting Geodude.

Even if it was a bit disorganized, he loved his team very much.

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #pokemon #diamond and pearl #roark #pokemon tickles #Roark has gone through a many toy shovels #Geodude's grip is just too strong #If Onix eats too many wagons it might turn into steelix #that's how that works right? #kejrkajkrejkrakjejkaejr

[autisticempathydaemon]

For the Redacted match-up! ^_^

A song I’m currently fixated on: “the lakes” by Taylor Swift. The whole song is just so beautiful and wistful. 😭 And something about the melody of these lyrics just hits so right.

Specific lyrics: “I want auroras and sad prose/I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet/Cause I haven’t moved in years/And I want you right here”

Enneagram type: 6w7. (And just for fun, I’m an ISFP as well)

YouTube essays: I don’t think I can focus my attention on a video for that long, tbh. It’s the same reason I can rarely get through movies in one siting. 😂

Imaginary childhood friend: I think her name was Amy? Don’t remember much else, though.

Falling asleep: I always sleep with my fan on, no matter the weather. I have to have the white noise, otherwise it’s just too damn quiet in my room. Usually I’m propped up by two pillows, cuddling one of my stuffed animals or something. If find that I can’t sleep, or just want something to fall asleep to, I’ll put on one of Redacted’s sleep-aids.

Name change: Cheesy as it sounds, if I didn’t have my current name, I’d love to be named Juliet. It just has such Main Character Energy™️ (and I mean that in a good way) and is freakin’ romantic as hell to me. (And yes, I’m aware that the play is a tragedy, not a romance. 😂)

Favorite Redacted audio: If I had to pick one, I think “Serenity Daemon Helps You Relax and Sleep”. That video is just so freaking comforting and sweet, and it’s knocked me out more times than I can count.

Redacted boi with no appeal: Regulus. Yanderes just aren’t my thing, and he legit scares me. 😅

Book/Movie/TV show you could quote entirely: I’ve watched The Breakfast Club so many times, I could quote it forwards, backwards, and sideways.

Redacted BFF: Elliott. Take away the “Lovers” aspect of his relationship with Sunshine, but keep all the playfulness, teasing, and banter that they have together, and I’d be perfectly happy. 😊

(It’s also a really perfect coincidence that Eli’s said he’s the “Protector” type, and I just so happen to like being protected. XD)

Go-to tired ramble: Most of the time when my any of my friends and I would have a sleepover and it was late at night, we’d just get really deep and start talking about life.

Go-to gas station combo: I try to avoid gas stations when I can, just because I hate the smell of gasoline. But I’d probably get a plain Hershey bar and a bottle of water. (I know, I’m boring. 😂)

Favorite playlist: Do you mean Redacted, or just in general? Because the answer depends.

For a general answer, Jacksepticeye’s play through of Night In The Woods. That game is honestly such a comfort one for me, and I can watch that playlist a million times over and never get tired of it.

In terms of Redacted, Ollie’s. If there’s angst abound on the channel, or I’ve just had a bad day at work or something, I can run to his playlist and feel like I’m getting a big, warm, metaphorical hug. 🥰

Guilty Pleasure: I still read, and love, young adult novels. I don’t care that they’re “predictable”, and that I’m “too old to be reading them”. You can pry those fluffy, romantic, cheesy-ass books from my cold dead hands. 😆

Anything else about me:

I seriously think I’m the biggest Swiftie I know. When I say I’m obsessed with her music, I am not kidding. 😂

I’m a huge musical nerd. And coupled with that, I love, love, love to sing. (Provided I know that no one’s listening, anyway.)

I’m a total introvert, and am pretty shy/quiet in general, unless I’m around my friends.

My love languages are quality time and physical touch.

I maaaaay or may not have a slight candle obsession. (Bath and Body Works ones, specifically.) Seriously, I have like, four unburned 3-wick candles sitting on my dresser, and I’m convinced I just like to collect/look at them as opposed to actually lighting the things. 😂

I’m a cat person through and through

This one’s random, but I felt like adding it anyway. I basically live in one beat up pair of combat boots. There are not a lot of shoes in my closet.

I have this thing where I either tear through a TV series in like, a few days, or I don’t touch it for months. The same with books. I don’t know why I do that. 😂

My favorite colors are blue and purple 💙💜

Well, if you’re a cat kind of guy (gn), you know that’s gonna make things easy for me! Though it might not be the boy you think, because I’ve got a case to make for you and Milo Greer.

What I really like about y’all is how the things y’all like (other than cats) contrast and how cute that contrast is. Like, I don’t think Milo’s a Swiftie but man shows up and shows out to take you to her Eras tour. The Breakfast Club isn’t his favorite movie, but he’s seen it with Marie; he’ll say the iconic lines with you when y’all watch it for the hundredth time. He doesn’t really love musicals but he can hum along to Alexander Hamilton with the best of them because that’s an ensemble piece and you need a backup singer.

Milo’s just a really great boyfriend who shows love with a combination of Quality Time and Acts of Service with little sprinkles of Gifts. It’s not just time spent with you, it’s time spent engaging in the things that interest you and make you happy. It’s the time thinking of you when you’re apart and bringing home fun, new candles he saw at the store. Although he is definitely not opposed to physical touch- y’all have a lot of cuddle nights, just you and him and Aggro.

Song:

However big, however small/ Let me be part of it all/ Share your dreams with me/ You may be right, you may be wrong/ But say that you'll bring me along/ To the world you see/ To the world I close my eyes to see

Now, I said Milo’s not really a musical man. You know what he is? A bisexual king with good taste, which means he loves you and a good Hugh Jackman flick especially since Zac Efron is involved. So I think he’s a big fan of The Greatest Showman and of singing the addictive, earworm-y songs with you. A Million Dreams is the sentimental choice, but y’all go fuckin hard to This is Me.

Runner-Ups:

Guy is absolutely a Swiftie and a musical theater kid, okay? Erik hasn’t confirmed it, but I know it in my spleen to be true, so he’s a fantastic runner-up for that reason. Vincent is a runner-up because he adores but despises that you stick to one pair of torn-up shoes and constantly showers you in luxury footwear. I think that’s cute.

note: I understand you completely candles are not just scent pieces they are decor

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #busybee matches

[jojolovenotes]

Shdidiidjdjdjs Part 1 Olivia but an adult

I swear I listen to that Saint Motel song ONE TIME and it gives me brain rot not that I’m complaining tho Lmao

Today we have:

Dio admiring her from afar

She got shipped off to some boarding school cause her mom didn’t think it was very lady-like for her to hang around Jonathan, Dio, Artemis, & Anna so when she returns it’s like that one scene in the book of life when Maria returns, fan, hair and all. Except this song is playing during the scene: https://open.spotify.com/track/0qUcpOOna3kkrwfqky85e1?si=MECpNTbjSryAR-Xizbo_Tw

Dio is just admiring her and how she’s grown except she still likes Artemis. But Artemis is kinda being forced into an arranged marriage(best thing my ex, now bestie and I ever did was merge our universe so we could use concepts that we couldn’t stand to not have) with this girl Isabella, and it’s just this big dramatic thing. Almost like Catherine in SIX except like half of them are Catherine……the final Catherine I mean, the blue one, Catherine Parr. And it’s like this whole “I Don’t Need Your Love” scene bc Olivia knows she is going to have to marry Dio, so Artemis gives her the parting gift of a rose. Roses symbolize a lot in this universe. For example, since Dio’s mother needed a name I chose Rose, one of Diana’s middle names is Rose, Artemis gives Olivia the rose, Olivia blames herself for not being able to save Rose and she wears the rose Artemis gave to her even after it’s wilted because she always cared about him. And her curse ties in bc if she didn’t trust Dio he would have been turned into stone but she did because they were childhood friends. Olivia is very new to seeing things. I tend to draw a lot of inspiration from Disney so I feel like this song fits: https://open.spotify.com/track/3eR3lWuvQqOzhTn91nbRCa?si=3IBjZjMnSNKgik1ghTuuoA so it’s like Olivia exploring and she’s asking Dio what everything is, because she’s always had to wear that blindfold, so when she finally takes it off, and gets her curse under control, she’s very curious. She’s very fond of nature because she was an apothecary and so she made medicines out of herbs and such. AH NAH NOT HEART OF STONE PLAYING RN THAT ONE IS SAD BUT IT FITS

When she married Dio she knew what she was getting into, but she did love him to some degree. So she knew that she’d always stay by his side even if it meant dying for him. When she thought he’d been defeated as a vampire she lost it and used the mask on herself. At first she didn’t know how to control herself but when she did learn she also learned how to tell people’s fates by simply looking at the stars so they’d all go to her. It’s almost like….you know the way Sothis sat on the throne just leaning with her hand resting(or was it one of the other green-haired goddesses……) that’s how Olivia was sitting when she told people their fates, which ties in with Soldier, Poet, King.

And now we have Iris playing so I’ll explain how that ties in.

These specific lines that I happened to have conveniently in my camera roll refer to her curse. She can’t look at people unless she trusts them. Otherwise they turn into stone. It causes her to become very depressed, which is why the blindfold is so symbolic. It symbolizes her internal turmoil. How she had no freedom, so when she does finally take it off she’s free and happy. She has things under control. If she told people that she has a curse they’d have called her a witch considering the time period. She wants to be understood. And I can’t explain how little talks ties in bc I can’t explain how I see it in my head so we’re ending this right here. Sorry for the long rant. I just have a lot of thoughts on Olivia. 😅

Oh, wow. You definitely have plenty of thoughts to share... No worries, I understand feeling passionate about a ship or an OC so it’s cool! 

#received transmission ✨ #gushing✨ #ships: Diego #long post

[horsedadgeralt]

please. please my love i beg. tell me about and i just ask you to be patient if you’ll have me still 🥺👉👈 the others sound familiar but i need to know about this one

Oh yeah, this fic never left @king-finnigan 's dms, hence why you don't know it 😂

It was meant to be a Christmas-present for @the-third-bard cause he said that he loves miscommunication-fics but then season 2 came out and I went down the fix it-rabbit hole 😅

Yennefer, Jaskier and Geralt are staying at KM with Ciri — Yennefer to help with her training and Jaskier because I said so. One night, Jaskier goes to visit Lambert and Geralt to see Yennefer. They both have the same "problem": "Hey I may have fallen in love with my best friend, how can I 'court' them?" Cue Lambert and Yennefer meeting up à la "You won't believe what just happened" and deciding to give these two the first dating advice possible for the fun of it: - "Geralt, Jaskier needs to oil his lute. You could surprise him!" - "Jaskier, Geralt loves to fall asleep with the smell of herbs surrounding him. Why don't you put some lavender underneath his pillow? - "Jaskier, Geralt has never told you before because he feels self-conscious about it, but his favourite meal is actually raw potatoes." Just. Stupid and dumb shenanigans. It gets resolved with a big fight, as is right and proper :)

Let's ignore that it's been at 2.3k for 3 months now.

Once the bard had settled down, Lambert decided to address the elephant in the room.

“As much as I enjoy late-night company, I assume you’re not here for that. So out with it, what has got your small clothes in a twist?”

A pained expression appeared on Jaskier’s face and for a second, Lambert almost felt bad for asking. But the bard had come to him for <i>something</i>, so there was no use dancing around it.

“I…” Jaskier began before trailing off, clearly unsure of how to continue. He was sitting on the bed cross-legged with his knees constantly bouncing up and down, still twisting and untwisting the hem of his doublet with his hands. It was starting to drive Lambert nuts, but whatever was on Jaskier’s mind seemed to be seriously affecting him, so he tried his best to ignore it.

“I don’t even know how to say this,” the bard finally continued, but still avoiding eye contact. “I don’t even know why I came to you out of all people, I know we aren’t close. But you’re close with Geralt, and I really didn’t want to talk to Vesemir about this.”

“Talk about what?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out by now, I was certain you of all people would,” Jaskier answered, now turning his head and looking straight at Lambert. The expression on his face was a weird mixture of sad and sly, the smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes.

“Jaskier, what the fuck are you on about?” Lambert said, voice exasperated. He hated it when people didn’t get straight to the point — he had always been a firm believer that if you had something to say, you should just go ahead and say it.

Jaskier let out a small defeated sigh.

“I’m in love with Geralt.”

Silence.

Lambert stared at Jaskier, dumbfounded. The other man chuckled.

“I knew that would shut you up,” the bard teased, and then: “By the gods, it felt good to finally say that.”

Let's skip a few paragraphs to get to Yennefer and Geralt.

There was a knock at the door.

Yennefer ignored it.

This was the only time she got to herself, and unless the castle was on fire, she would not be disturbed.

There was another knock, louder than the first one.

Yennefer opened her eyes and groaned. “Come in,” she yelled, ready to unleash hell onto whoever had decided to bother her tonight.

Quietly, the door opened and inside stepped Geralt, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw where Yennefer was waiting for him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn’t realize you were busy. I’ll come back tomorrow.” At that, he turned around, ready to leave the room when Yennefer called out to him.

“You’ve already ruined the atmosphere, might as well tell me why you came by — besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” She waved her hand in a wide motion, gesturing at her naked body clearly visible in the water.

She had gone through hell and back to make it look the way it did, so she saw no point in hiding it.

Geralt approached the tub, visibly uncomfortable by Yennefer’s lack of clothes. His eyes darted around the room for a moment before grabbing a small stool nearby and sitting down on it, making a point to turn his back to Yennefer. She rolled her eyes at that but couldn’t help but smile — she felt reminded of when they had first met, sitting back to back in the bath in [LOOK UP THE WORD]. How things had changed since then.

“Well,” she asked, “what brings you to me at this hour of the night?”

The Witcher seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment, back slightly hunched with his forearms resting on his thighs. He looked weary, and Yennefer was curious to hear what was on his mind.

“I need your help,” he finally said, voice low and quiet.

“Is it about Ciri?” Yennefer hoped the cub hadn’t gotten herself into trouble again, thinking back to the time she had tried to secretly practice open portals and taking down a wall in the stables in the process. Luckily the horses had remained unharmed, but Yennefer had given her a piece of her mind to ensure she would never do something like this again.

“No, it’s…” Geralt trailed off once more. It was clear that whatever it was he needed help with, he would much rather <i>not</i> talk about it.

“It’s about Jaskier.”

Yennefer raised an eyebrow.

“You haven’t managed to find another Djinn up here, have you?” she said, voice teasing.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #lambert #tag game #answered #nat #still need a tag for you ahhhh #kathi rambles

[divine-mistake]

Hi there! I saw someone reblog your wonderful libra week and had to follow! 🔮

It’s my birthday today and I was wondering if I could get -> get a blurb based on your sign; character of choice or mystery character? Pretty please? My character of choice is Bucky Barnes, if that’s okay? I don’t know what characters you write for, I’m still perusing your blog 💕🖤

Also, ⚖️ I have no idea what my birth chart is 😅 just thought I’d try to cover all the little bits for today 💖

characters: bucky barnes/reader

warnings: 18+ (no smut), shitty boyfriend, emotional infidelity kinda

word count: 975

a/n: happy birthday lovely! i hope you enjoy this little drabble! 💖 thank you for 2.5k! come celebrate libra week with me! ✨

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“Hey,” Bucky calls from the living room, making his steps heavy so you’ll hear as he approaches your bedroom. “Sam wants pizza, so I’m orderin’, but I know you—”

You turn and look at him, shrugging your jacket on, but he’s standing in your doorway with his lips parted as he stares at you. After a moment, he clears his throat and glances away, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door.

“Sorry, Bucky.” You give him a smile and grab your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. “Angel is on his way over, so no pizza for me.”

Bucky nods his head, eyes flickering back to you. They’re always so blue, so crystal clear, so—so unlike Angel’s, who you should be thinking about instead. Although sometimes your brain doesn’t want to think of your boyfriend and would rather fill that space with Bucky Barnes instead.

He moves to leave, but before he does, those eyes of his that you can’t stop imagining in the dead of night sweep over you, except they fill with a sadness, a regret, a longing that you never can recreate in your head.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he says, lips curling in that charming grin of his. “Sure hope that punk of yours knows it.”

And before you can say anything else, Bucky waves and walks away, with one last call for you to be careful.

Later, when Angel picks you up, he wrinkles his nose at you and asks why you’re wearing so much makeup. You think about Bucky Barnes’ eyes and the way he called you beautiful instead.

Weeks later, it’s like deja vu, except this time Sam agreed to invite Angel to the house’s monthly movie night, ‘cause Sam hasn’t ever really liked Angel but he’s given you no reason as to why yet, and you figure after eight months of dating, something’s gotta give. And Angel’s getting worried that your friends don’t like him. And maybe a little jealous, because you live in a house with three men and he’s never invited over, so what could the four of you possibly be doing?

You’re settled in on the couch, your usual spot for movie night, waiting on your boyfriend to finally arrive because he’s late. Joaquín is sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table because he’s a cryptid who enjoys it, Sam’s perched in the big recliner with a beer in hand like dad of the house, and Bucky—

He hops over the back of the couch and into his own spot beside you, on the other end of the sofa, throwing a pack of candy your way.

“Here, we’re outta the good stuff.” By good stuff, he means the chocolate you share on movie nights. “I’ll pick some up next week. Where’s your punk?”

Now, finally, Bucky looks over at you, brows raised in question over those sapphire gems he calls eyes. You pick at your shirt, like you’re nervous or something.

“He’s late,” you say, shrugging.

Bucky doesn’t answer, but he does lean over, tugging at the leg of your pajama pants, studying the little cartoon donuts on the print with a wide grin.

“Cute,” he comments, looking up at you. “Punk’s lucky, ain’t he? But he’s still late.”

God, you wish Bucky would kiss you instead.

And then a text chimes on your phone, and someone knocks on the door, and you hop up to greet Angel. He kisses your cheek, looks down at you, and recoils a bit. Angel says you look sick. You tell him you’re not wearing any makeup. It cuts through you deeper than it should.

But you take a breath and re-introduce him to your friends because none of them like him and neither do you, really, but sometimes he’s nice and sometimes you have fun with him, but not like the way you have fun with Bucky, and Bucky moves from his spot on the couch to make room for you and Angel like the gentleman he is.

“Shit,” you curse halfway into the first movie. “I’m out of beer. Can we pause a sec?”

Bucky moves before you can, shaking his own can at you. “I got you, gorgeous.” And then he disappears into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. You can feel Angel’s eyes on you, burning through you, but you don’t care.

He always calls you beautiful. Or gorgeous. Or pretty. Bucky, not Angel. And it makes your heart race every time.

A few nights later, there are still tear tracks marring your skin when Bucky finds you, grabbing your shoulders to make you face him. You shut your eyes, not wanting to see his look of disgust at your red, puffy face.

“What happened?” His voice is so concerned, so urgent. “Are you hurt? Did that punk—”

“We broke up,” you say flatly. “I dumped him.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. He says it like it means something. Or maybe he doesn’t think it means anything. But a thumb, a little cool, wipes at the dampness still left on your cheeks. “You okay, pretty thing?”

You laugh, but it’s dry and short and stings your throat. “I look horrendous right now, Bucky. So far from pretty.” When you open your eyes to look at him, he’s staring at you with something that you can’t place. That emotion you can never imagine. Sadness, regret, longing.

“You’re always beautiful,” Bucky murmurs. “Even when you cry. That punk never did tell you enough.”

A sudden surge of boldness fills you, taking over your chest and your heart and your lungs as you breathe in.

“Do you want me?” you ask him, demanding almost. Bucky’s blue eyes, pretty blue eyes, widen impossibly. “God Bucky, do you want me the way I want you?”

He doesn’t hesitate, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Yes.”

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[hacked-by-jake]

For the ask game

"Why did you try to save me?"

Pairing: Jake x MC

Genre: Emotional stuff?😅

Also I love your work💕

A/n: Hey. I’m really glad you like my writing and thank you for your request. I hope you will like it and have a nice day💕💕

Warning: Angst/ a bit Fluff 

"Jake, please look at me, please," you whisper in despair, putting your hands on his cheeks. "Why did you try to save me? It didn’t help, don’t you see that I’m not good?" he repeats the words you’ve heard so many times for the last half hour. "Please stop telling yourself you’re not good for me, Jake! You’re the best thing that could have happened to me. We both saved each other okay? You’re not lost! And I will never let you lose yourself! I will always be by your side, I will always help you, I will always support you, I will always catch you when you fall. I love you, Jake, and love means enduring pain to protect the other."

When you woke up this morning, you immediately realized that it was one of those days when Jake needed you more than before. Tormented with infinite fear of losing you, afraid of trusting someone else who is not himself, and the thought of him not being good enough for you. That you deserved something better, but that’s all wrong. And on those days, you just have to tell him that over and over again to take away his worries. Most of the time then, he feels bad because you have to worry about him again and even then you have to show him that you do everything out of love. "You could have anyone baby. A simple and not so complicated life on the run from the government. You could have all the luck in the world, but instead you’re sitting here listening to my howling, why are you doing this? I just don’t deserve you!"

You kneel in front of him on the floor, he sits on his desk chair, his elbows supported on his knees. His eyes are so full of pain that it breaks your heart. "Please, my love, stop saying this. I’m here because I want to be here, I’m here because I love you, and I’m staying for the same reasons. Because you’re the only one I want, the one I’ll always want, and the only one who can always make me happy. You’re the only Jake. I fell in love with you without knowing you, all I knew was your name, that you’re a hacker and that you’re having trouble to interpret emotions from texts and that you have black hair. And that you’re the man of my dreams.  And damn it, you’ll never get rid of me because it would break my heart! Remember, we are the Ghostbusters!" at the end you manage to make a little smile. It is rather a sad one but it also brings him to a small smile.

"I never want to lose you MC, I can’t live without you," he whispers brittle and a tear rolls from his eye, causing you to lose the first tears too. "And you will never lose me either! Never again Jake, I promise!" you reassure him. His hands reach for your upper arms to pull you up, he pulls you sideways on his lap and throws his arms around your upper body. You wrap your arms around his neck and he hides his head in your neck bend. A silent embrace, a silent and firm embrace that means the world to both of you. You drive gently through his hair and notice him sobbing, "Please never leave me, MC, never, please don’t give up on me." "Never my heart, I will never leave you!" you answer seriously. He lifts his head out of his hiding and puts his lips lightly on yours. It is a kiss in which you both put every emotion you can muster.

Love is sometimes quiet, sometimes loud.

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