“What was it like? When you and Steve were together?” Eddie asks.
Nancy’s face takes on a grave seriousness that, honestly, scares the shit out of him. She’s Nancy Wheeler, and she’s always serious, but this is the kind of serious she gets when Eddie’s seen her talk about how awful the Hawkins Post is or the best way to aim for the kill.
This is Nancy Wheeler at her most serious. If Eddie were a lesser man, he’d be shaking in his boots. Instead, he’s only slightly aware of the way his feet are going numb in his high tops.
“Loving Steve is the easiest thing you’ll ever do,” she says. “And he’s going to find it so easy to love you back, because that’s what he does.”
Eddie wants to nod or say something to acknowledge that, but he doesn’t. He keeps sitting on the couch next to Nancy and waits for her to continue after she takes a sip of her Coke.
“Being loved by Steve is the hard part. He’s going to see you in a way that doesn’t line up with how you see yourself.”
She takes a deep breath. Unlike Eddie’s, hers doesn’t rattle in her lungs.
Straightedge.
“Because he is only ever going to see the best parts of you, and he is going to love them with everything he has.”
She looks at him for the first time. “Do you understand?”
Eddie nods, and he wants to leave it at that. Instead, he opens his mouth and asks, “Do you think you’d still be together? If it weren’t for the monsters?”
Nancy downs the rest of her Coke like a shot. Maybe she wishes that’s what it was.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what could have been, but I do know we’re different people now.”
“Okay.”
“I think,” Nancy says, because she’s not done and she’s a hell of a lot better with her words than Eddie is, “that people want what they didn’t have growing up. I want to make it big and get noticed and get the hell out. And Steve wants things that are big for him but little for me.”
She levels Eddie another look. Her big eyes are imploring.
Do you understand? they ask. Do you blame me?
Yes, Eddie thinks. No.
“So, as long as you can handle him loving you, and if you want the same things, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Just fine?” Eddie asks, trying to bring some levity back.
Nancy smiles for the first time. “More than fine. You’ll be better to him than I was.”
And with that, she gets off the couch and leaves Eddie alone.
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i wrote this while on vacation then forgot about it for a week anyway
jaskier travels to future modern day where geralt is like 800 years old
after the dragon hunt geralt and jaskier part ways
geralt didn’t mean anything he said ofc, he was just angry and frustrated and he took it out on the one person he could always count on
but his stupid pride won’t let him apologize
even though he feels sorry as soon as the words leave his mouth
he watches jaskier walk away, and knows that he has to give his the bard some time
three years is a lot of time to give but geralt can’t find him
he has literally looked everywhere
oxenfurt, lettenhove, pasoda, hell even cintra (which he vowed to never go back to, but he needs to find jaskier)
the bard is nowhere
five more years pass
geralt still looks for him everywhere
every time there’s a bard with bushy brown hair or blue eyes or a lute with flowers on it, he’s reminded of jaskier and is filled with hope for one quick second
but it’s never jaskier
he hears it in a pub
it’s a no name pub he’s never been to, one he just stopped in after a hunt
and he hears it
the bard in the corner, talking to some patrons, acting as if it’s just casual conversation
“yes, yes, the great bard Jaskier, meletele bless his soul, wrote many ballads in his day, and had he not fallen to horrid fate, we might have more. but alas, we make do.” and he finished with a laugh.
a laugh
geralt storms out of the pub, probably scaring the few townspeople sober enough to notice
he takes on contracts that he knows are too dangerous for him
he goes to kaer morehn every winter and drinks himself near death
the others are worried for him, but bringing it up leads to geralt locking himself in his room for weeks
they don’t talk about it
he isn’t sober for more than a few hours at time for a decade
eventually geralt finds his child surprise
and he knows that he can’t keep this up AND be a decent father figure
he and yennifer sort things out and she helps him sober up
blah blah blah season two happens mainly as it did in netflix cannon except without jaskier
a few hundred years pass
everyone’s alive (all the witchers, yennifer, ciri, magic is the answer to everything)
it feels like forever
geralt never stops thinking about jaskier
everytime music changes or a new instrument is invented, all geralt can think about is how jaskier would respond
he cries the day he found out ab recording
all he can think about is how he would never get to hear jaskier immortalized like this
jaskier would never be remembered
that thought makes him cry harder
it takes yennifer and ciri a week to pull him out of his drunken depressive episode
geralt has settled in pretty well though
he’s generally good at adapting to change (even though the fact that his dog is named roach says otherwise)
he has a job that he mostly enjoys (he’s a park ranger. it’s the most fun he’s ever had and he loves it so much. if anyone ever found out he would kill them and then himself)
he and his family try to get together at least once a month
they got closer after they stopped having to kill to survive
when they finally got to a point where they could just be
they almost always go over to vesemirs (because despite what they say, he’s their dad)
it’s at one of these dinners, as everyone’s saying their goodbyes, a loud crack and swear is heard from the backyard
it’s a swear they haven’t heard in a long time
centuries maybe
then more swearing
geralt pauses and listens to the voice that he knows is dead
this is a nasty trick
the other witcher’s know that something’s wrong as soon as they see geralt’s expression change
they got rid of their swords a long time ago (it was the 70s after someone lambert tried to take them to a festival and almost killed someone. now they stay in the attic)
but they all carry daggers ofc
they grab their weapons and slowly stalk towards the yard
where the voice is still ranting and cursing
still in a language long dead
they open the door
geralt doesn’t belive it
“where the fuck am i, geralt” the bards voice is just like it was that day on the mountain
chapter/story two
none of them move for a beat
they can hear the man’s (jaskiers?) heart beating so fast it could come out of his chest
he doesn’t seem like a fake (dopplers went extinct a few centuries ago anyway)
if this was an imposter, they were too good at it
“jaskier” has the same scent he always has (wild flowers and a field after rain)
jaskier looks at the witchers, all big and scary and totally pointing their daggers at him
he can assume the other men are geralts brothers
though they don’t have a madellian, they each have a large ring with a wolf engraved
don’t ask jaskier how he noticed this
he doesn’t know
geralt stalks closer to the man (the man who was dead for almost 1000 years, the man who shouldn’t be here right now)
he hears a light growl from behind him and eskel lightly gripping his arm
but he has to do this, so he shakes the hand off and continues forward
with each step that geralt takes, jaskier smells… calmer
this confuses geralt, because even though they had been… friends for a long time, they parted ways on awful terms
in a language he hasn’t heard in such a long time, jaskier begins to speak
“geralt…” he repeats, “where the fuck am i?”
it takes a moment for geralt to process, and not just because he barely remembers the language
but the man’s voice sounds so much like jaskiers
and jaskier looks not a hair out of place
he looks. like he was simply plucked out of thin air in 12xx and deposited in 2022
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Kinktober Day 22: Choking with Chan
Trigger warnings: none?
Content warnings: names (baby, baby girl, good girl), slight degradation, choking (duh)
Summary: He can’t believe how worked up you are after watching the Red Lights video.
Word count: 646 (i know, i’m sorry)
Tags: @hyuckilstan @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll
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His labored breathing mingled with the sound of his hips repeatedly slamming into yours and you couldn’t stifle the cry that ripped from your throat. Somehow, despite the steady hammering of his hips, he was managing to deliver teasing thrusts that had you desperate for more. And you were in this position because he caught you.
“How’s it feel to live my dream?” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched your boyfriend choke your best friend. “Lucky bastard…”
“Who’s a lucky bastard?” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice behind you, scrambling to pause the music video.
“Holy shit- you scared me!” You brought a hand to your chest as if to settle your heart while looking over your shoulder at him. “When did you get home?”
“Just a minute ago. Didn’t you hear me?” Before you could answer, he noticed what was on the television and stifled a laugh. “Or were you too distracted by Hyunjin tied to the bed?”
“Ew, no!” You fake gagged and laid your head on the back of the couch to look up at him. You were about to speak when he ducked down and stole a brief kiss.
“Was it about me then?” He whispered as he pulled back the slightest bit to look at you, his hand cupping your chin to keep you from looking back down, and you nodded. His hand around your throat sent a thrill through you and he picked up on the almost-imperceptible shudder that took over your body. “Was it this?” He asked with a smirk as he moved to grip your throat the way he had done to Hyunjin in the video. You nodded again, this time sheepishly, and he scoffed. “If you wanted me to choke you, all you had to do was ask, baby.”
After that, he couldn’t stop toying with you. It had escalated quickly and you’d found yourself in your shared bed, pinned beneath him. Now, your ass was in the air and you were unbelievably full. The stretch was fucking delicious.
He had one hand wound through your hair, holding your head to the mattress while the other was pressing against your lower back, making sure you arched beautifully for him. You were certain the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you but you couldn’t help that he knew just how to make you scream. It seemed, however, that he figured out what you were thinking as you tried to stifle your cries.
“What have I told you, baby girl?” He paused but answered for you when you didn’t immediately respond. “Neighbors be damned, I want to hear you scream for me.” He quickly shifted, pulling you up by your hair so your back was pressed to his chest, then released your hair and wrapped both hands around your throat. “Understood?”
You moaned out a pathetic affirmation, unable to form a coherent response with him still fucking into you as his grip on your throat tightened. “Good girl...” He praised in a low voice as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “And baby?” He paused and you whimpered in response. “Hyunjin’s next door getting his shit wrecked too. Passed him on the way in. Why don’t you let him hear how good I make you feel? I think he deserves to know what a slut you are, getting turned on just from seeing me pretend to choke him…” He tutted and squeezed your neck, scoffing as your eyes rolled back.
You couldn’t get a word in as he railed you and you realized from his pace that you wouldn’t be getting a break until Hyunjin and your neighbor were beating on the walls to shut you up. You were going to be an utter mess by the time he was done with you.
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