geralt and jaskier get whacked with a spell which makes geralt...not so much a djinn as an indentured servant to jaskier with little to no willpower
jaskier spends the whole fic being so fucking careful not to give geralt any outright orders, geralt spends the whole fic being Very Confused as to why jaskier isn't (ab)using his power
it was probably meant to make geralt a slave to the mage but y'know...fanfiction-typical shenanigans
The first time it really hits Jaskier how careful he has to be is when they’re setting up camp for the night. They don’t know if Geralt can or should be using his normal magic, so Jaskier asks for the flint. Except, what comes out is: “Can you hand me the, um, the thing?” He snaps his fingers and adds, “Flint, that’s the bugger!” not two seconds later, but it’s too late to combine it with the previous request, and Geralt is already in the process of handing Jaskier every thing they own, individually.
“Shit, Geralt, can you stop?” Jaskier asks, taking a water flask and setting it next to the bag Geralt carries severed monster heads in.
“No,” Geralt growls out, handing him a half-filled notebook.
“Geralt, stop handing me things!” Jaskier tries, a little frantic.
Geralt halts, one boot in his hands. He looks pissed.
“Now, ah, Geralt,” Jaskier puts his hands out placatingly. “It was an accident.”
it's my dad's birthday, and every year my mom makes him a traditional English breakfast (and we are from israel so its probably not very accurate but bare with me) but we forgot to buy beans...
Do you have any suggestion for something to replace the beans?
In a traditional English Breakfast when there are no beans, the waitress looks at you unsympathetically and says "Beans are off, love." I suggest your mother practice saying that in her best English accent.
there are actually only 2 movie genres. the ones where u have to remain completely silent throughout the whole film, and the ones where u have to comment on whatevers happening on screen every 5 minutes
@thelibraryiscool is correct
you ever take a uquiz and realize halfway through that you don’t respect the author and their opinion is useless to you
everyone shut up except this person
A late submission for the first kiss prompts: if you don’t already have it — at first a gentle kiss, getting deeper and deeper
(1919 words, rated g, set anytime after 6x13)
When Buck was 11, Valerie McKinnon told him she wanted to kiss him.
He was new to middle school then – new to the drama and politics that he never did come to understand – and he couldn’t quite make sense of the invitation to Valerie’s best friend’s 13th birthday party until everyone was full of pizza and cake and waiting for rides home, and Valerie let the back of her hand brush against his too many times just before she leaned close and whispered that he had very pretty lips. She backed away long enough for Buck to stare stupidly for a few seconds, then her fingers sort of curled around his and she leaned in again and she said, “I really want to kiss them.”
Buck’s stomach had fluttered and he must have blushed because he felt warm all over and he thinks he might have tried to say something in response, but then Valerie’s mom was at the door to pick her up, and Buck snuck out a few minutes later to retrieve his bike because he didn’t have a mom interested enough to drive him anywhere, and he let the stomach flutters keep him company the whole way home. Or what would’ve been the whole way home if he hadn’t hit a rock on the sidewalk that sent him tumbling sideways, Buck landing on his back in Mr. Culpepper’s front yard with an oomph and a couple of accidental tears in his eyes. He laid there for a while and thought about hand holding and kisses and how an endless sky could promise something like forever, and Buck welcomed the stomach flutters there too.
Valerie moved away a month later, and they never did kiss.
Buck decided looking for promises in the sky was probably a mistake, and he tried to break himself of the habit.
But now the stomach flutters are back, and Buck takes a peek, mostly because he’s curious about what forever might look like on a chilly Los Angeles night, and the way the back of Eddie’s hand brushes against his makes him eager to chase one of the only childhood highs he’d ever known.
46. …out of envy or jealousy. for any pairing you'd like! only if it sparks joy, if not, no worries!
thank you! a bit of idiots-in-love buddie fluff; i hope you like :D
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Eddie does not, in his defense, actually plan to do it.
Not like this, anyway. Not in the middle of a crowded bar, not without actually talking to Buck about it first. He's been planning on talking to him. He's even worked out a rough script of what he wants to say. The main points anyway—the things it's important for Buck to know.
I want to take you out on a date. I think we might have something really good. I love you, I've been in love with you for years.
Probably not those last two parts. Not before he even manages to take Buck out on a real date, although the truth is when it comes to Buck there's really no such thing as coming on too strong. He still expects everyone around him to be one wrong move away from leaving.
So that explains this. Maybe.
Buck is warm in his arms, and his mouth is soft and startled against Eddie's, but he gets with the program fairly quickly. He doesn't shove Eddie off like Eddie half-expects, in that instant after the kiss starts when it's too late for him to change course or try to play it off. Instead, he melts into Eddie's arms.
His hand finds Eddie's hip, clutching and warm, and Eddie pulls him closer. Buck makes a soft, happy noise into his mouth, too quiet for anyone else to hear over the noise of the bar that seems very distant now, and tilts his head. His lips part; his tongue is hot, and this—is definitely the kind of kiss that shouldn't be happening in full view of the entire goddamn bar, even if it is late and dimly lit and it's just the two of them here in this corner of the bar.
Well. The two of them, and the guy who was over here blatantly flirting with Buck when Eddie came back from the bathroom. But he's gone now.
"Hey," Buck whispers when they finally part. He sounds breathless; his cheeks are flushed.
He looks happy. Eddie clings to that. He kissed Buck, and Buck kissed him back, and he looks happy.
"So, um," he says, when Eddie doesn't answer, too busy trying to throttle down a rising tide of panic. "Not that I'm complaining, at all, but where did that come from?"
"Uh," Eddie says eloquently, and to his mortification finds himself glancing toward the pool tables, where the dark-haired guy who was here a moment ago has long-since vanished into the crowd. He jerks his gaze back to Buck, but it's too late: Buck has already caught him.
"Wait," he says, starting to grin. Eddie kind of wants to sink through the floor, but for the fact that it isn't mocking at all; Buck looks absolutely goddamn delighted. "Wait, were you jealous?"
"No," Eddie lies defensively.
"You were! You came back, and he was flirting with me, and you were jealous." Buck savors the word like it's the finest wine he's ever tasted. "You were marking your territory, that's why you just kissed me!"
Eddie puts both hands over his face. "That's not why I kissed you."
It is, sort of, but it's not the main reason. Just the last little nudge to his self-control, which has been crumbling for ages now. That last little moment, when he saw a dark-haired stranger leaning into Buck's space, laughing, and some furiously greedy part of Eddie that he barely even knew was there reared up and snarled, no, mine!
And now he's here, mortifyingly exposed, and—Buck hasn't run. Buck is, in fact, still touching him: a warm hand on Eddie's hip, just above his belt. He's smiling. He looks happy.
"No?" he asks.
Eddie takes a deep breath, and makes himself look back at Buck. "I kissed you because I wanted to. I've wanted to for a while."
For an agonizing moment, Buck doesn't answer. His eyes scan Eddie's face; his lips are softly parted. They're red where Eddie was just kissing him. He desperately, desperately wants to do it again.
"Oh," Buck says finally, softly.
"Is that okay?" It doesn't come out as steady as he wants it to. But Buck smiles then, sudden and bright, and he pulls Eddie in with unmistakable intent.
"Yeah, it's okay," he says, and kisses him back.
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Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
may i request “…casually” for the kiss prompts, if it inspires you? 🤗
Hi, and thank you! Have some morning after sappiness, I hope you enjoy! ☺️
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The bed is empty when Buck wakes up.
This isn't an unusual thing, actually; given the chance, he likes to sleep in. And a lot of hookups like to have some space the morning after: get showered, get dressed, start their days, make it clear that it's time for Buck to show himself the door without actually having to kick him out. He knows that whole song and dance by heart, and it doesn't bother him that much, usually.
It doesn't usually work like that when he sleeps over at Eddie's. Chris is an early riser, and while Eddie is hit or miss, he's not usually much good at staying quiet before he's got a cup or two of coffee in him. Buck has woken up more than a few times to the sound of Eddie stumbling into something in the kitchen and then cursing about it in a blurry, sleep-hoarse voice.
The thing is, usually when he sleeps over here, he sleeps on the couch.
October 3, 1992: Sinead O’Connor appeared on Saturday Night Live singing an acapella cover of Bob Marley’s song “War”, changing some of the lyrics to include references to child abuse, and ending the performance by tearing up a photo of Pope John Paull II and saying “fight the real enemy”.
This ruined her career and she was telling the truth, as we all came to find out years later.
Please remember she didn’t consider it as a career ruiner.
To speak on how it “ruined” her career ignores her own feelings on it. Please acknowledge how she felt about it, instead of how you see it.
Source: 90s90s90s
ryan gosling this. ryan gosling that. margot robbie made barbie what it is. she OWNED it. put respect on her name
