#but uhh. if more people knew how to fix the things they had

[lokis-wager]

When I lived with my parents, my dad changed my oil and told me he cared about me, so maybe y'all start learning some fucking practical skills. I learned toilet maintenance in a few hours (cuz my apartment complex took 8 freaking months to send out the maintenance guy) and my emotional intelligence didn't take a hit.

[love-of-the-red-star]

That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon

(Series)

Chapter five: Discovery Channel (In which you find out you have fans)

Warnings: Idk sort of Hi3 lore spoilers? Void Archives is his own warning

Why the hell did you even bother to think you could fix the absolute red flag that’s the divine key sitting on the chair next to your bed?

The more the Kirschtaria look alike spoke, the more you were convinced he should have been booted off the train. Too bad you couldn’t let your intrusive thoughts win in the meantime— Welt doesn’t know just how worse this guy could get, shared goal be damned.

“Okay so uhh, you were with Welt to fight a bunch of people in the sky right?” You said, trying to go along with whatever the fuck he was saying— it wasn’t like you didn’t know what they were doing beforehand, but it was easier to pretend you didn’t know shit.

“Yes, and we were in luck because Himeko had saved us.” He said, smiling. For a moment you would have been utterly bamboozled but you knew better.

You thanked your new brain that functioned as fast as a supercomputer, because you knew everyone in this train would be dead meat if you were slow.

“I see… that’s good to know she managed to get to you in the nick of time then.” You told him with a light hearted laugh, you swore that the more he looked at you, the more suspicious he became. If you were going to kick this man off the train it would have to be a vote of majority, but since he wasn’t acting up just yet you were going to postpone that meeting.

He was still on your watchlist, though.

Void Archives opened a bottle of expensive looking whiskey and poured it on a cup, and then another, and handed one to you.

“A toast.” He said, but you heard “An offering of friendship”. It was at least good to know he knew he shouldn’t fuck around with you.

You accepted the glass, drank it and grimaced.

“Not a fan I see.” He shook his head as if to mourn your lack of taste in the finer things in life. But what would he know? He’s a cube.

“I don’t like it, but I can drink it.” The taste of the whiskey burned in your throat. “Tastes a little funny though.” You murmured, Void Archives didn’t react much to your statement and continued to drink til he emptied the bottle.

It took him an hour, but at least the empty bottle signified he overstayed his welcome in your room.

“Let us meet again tomorrow morning, I want to speak with you soon.” He told you before he left.

Good grief, what a creep.

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You never did end up speaking to him, instead heading towards Welt Yang, who you want to vaguely warn.

“I know you knew Void longer than you know me,” you began, but you already know Welt was more likely to believe you than the cube. “But keep an eye on him, he gives me a bad feeling.” Plant the seed of doubt, slowly but surely, so that the damage to the express can be minimized.

“I’ll.. keep that in mind.” Welt inhaled, stiffly nodding at your words as you patted him on the back.

“Great! Also, if things come down to it, you have my say in kicking him off this train.” You grinned, waving before disintegrating into particles as you returned to your original body.

Famous last words to be spoken.

Because five years later, on a Christmas Eve of all occasions, shit happened. And Void Archives was booted off the train like the red Amogus on a community vote.

Was it chaotic? Yes. Was it like a court hearing than an actual community vote? Also yes.

You had plenty of evidence presented, including the first instance you invited him to your room— because what do you know, the whiskey he gave you was drugged.

He did plenty of horrible shit, and even Himeko, poor patient Himeko, had enough.

You felt a little bad for Welt though having to deal with the aftermath, needless to say, everyone, except you, needed therapy on that train.

On the upside, someone better did replace the blonde and that was Dan Heng who joined you a few weeks before Void Archives was booted off the express.

“Well,” you blinked. “That was something.” You said out loud as Dan Heng shook his head. “Sorry you had to meet that guy.”

Dan Heng brushed it off, instead focusing on staring at the Christmas dinner that Pompom prepared for everyone and poked the turkey on his plate with a fork, before properly digging in.

It wasn’t exactly an ideal way to start your holidays and welcoming someone in the crew properly in a celebration, but you supposed it’d have to do.

It was at least one less toxic bitch off the train.

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You didn’t expect you’d deal with your own information being displayed in the databank though. Dan Heng wasn’t creepy about it at least, not that he knew you were an Aeon— specifically, the Aeon that ate Akivili (you still feel bad about that).

“Libertas, huh.” You let out a snort as you read your own little book. In there, it was written on how you were discovered, and what you stood for, along with a group that eventually became your followers.

You hummed, thinking it was rather endearing to see the Avgin there as some of your believers. It was interesting on how you got a following, no matter how small, in the few decades you existed in this world.

It wasn’t just the Avgin, there were others who you did not know too who believed in you, and others who you did see when you had peered into planets to see what people were up to.

It was sweet in a way, for them to cling to you for belief as they sought true happiness in the way of freeing themselves and others.

You wanted to keep it that way.

You read into the pages more, finding out what kind of worship people dedicated to your path; there was a statue of you in one city in some planet hundreds of light years away, in another planet there was you in a tapestry, in another you had a statue and a painting inside of a massive church akin to the ones you saw in photos of Rome.

It was a little overwhelming, and you felt a little shy at the recent discovery of all of this.

You closed the book and put it back on its shelf, exiting Dan Heng’s room to ask Pompom for tea after helping them with their chores.

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Unbeknownst to you, Dan Heng knew you were an Aeon— and an Aeon he believed in in some way when he had heard of you in the whispers of the guards in the recent years he’s stayed in the Shackling Prison. It wasn’t exactly difficult to piece things together with the context clues around the place, not to mention, Himeko did end up telling him.

You wouldn’t be angry about it, she said to him. You were apparently rather human-like, and kind.

Himeko wasn’t wrong, and Dan Heng was going to trust that judgement. Is he wary? Yes, you’re an Aeon after all, you were plenty big of a deal.

But Pompom didn’t seem to be scared of you, and Welt spoke to you with a sense of respect. You regarded everyone in this train with a certain familiarity— Dan Heng did feel like you were a bit strange due to the feeling of “uncanny valley” you gave him, but you were kind to him and you were welcoming.

He was welcome in this place, he had a place to stay, and a purpose, as meager as it was.

Dan Heng thinks things would be alright from now on.

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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI (HERE), Part VII, Part VIII

Yeeeee this took a bit!!! Thanks for the wait yall, I know it’s calm rn, but it’ll get rowdy again at some point I promise.

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day nineteen: hate sex

>>> i’m really taking some liberties with this prompt LMFAOOOOO listen. y’all should just be thanking me this wasn’t a gojo kinktober. leave me be. also this is the first piece since my laptop kicked the bucket so PLEASE ignore the UGLY formatting i will fix it as soon as i get a new laptop.

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: ghostie gojo jdjdfkgk, bestie nanami, uhh spankings, choking, doggy, prone bone, cream pie, pet names (sweetheart) and mean names (dickhead, asshole) >>> wc: 4.5k >>> event masterlist

everything was perfect. he was a great partner despite all the people that warned you that the special grade sorcerer was incapable of it. he was wonderful and sweet and considerate, even. he brought you lunch at work and took you on wonderfully lavish dates. he texted you constantly and showered you with gifts. you had only been together for a few months, though almost a year of history had led you here. you were happy, proving everyone who doubted your relationship wrong. until you realized that they were only trying to keep you from this reality.

“i love you, you know.” you told him, swinging your intertwined hands between you as he walked you home. this was a truth you’ve known since the relationship was too fresh to say such things, but a truth nonetheless. he hid it well in the moment, but that was the death sentence to a man like satoru gojo. he knew it was only a matter of time—yet his heart stopped in his chest, turning to steel before falling out of his ass. but he made sure his smile never faltered.

“oh yeah? i’ll add you to the list.” he chuckled, poking your side to make you laugh at the stupid taunt. it worked well enough, you didn’t seem to catch on to his avoidance. you didn’t chastise him for not saying it back, at least.

he walked you to your front door like normal. he gave you a goodbye and goodnight kiss like normal, he even smiled so genuinely and told you he’d call you in the morning—just like normal.

but when morning came, his call didn’t. no big deal, you thought, he’s a very busy man. once he gets some free time, he’ll call. but hours pass, and you don’t get so much as a text to apologize or let you know he was going to be late. you keep staring at his contact, debating whether or not you should bother or not for an hour or so. but a text couldn’t be too distracting, so you type something up.

‘good morning! or afternoon now, lol–i missed ur call, i hope ur having a good day!! call me when you can xx’

it doesn’t deliver. you furrow your brows and try it again, but it still doesn’t go through. you move to a different area of your house, thinking it was spotty reception in your bedroom. you try to send the text again—but it still doesn’t send. you try to call, your heart now pounding in your ears. something must have malfunctioned, right? after all your years as friends and these brief months exploring more—he wouldn’t just block you, right?

the phone call doesn’t ring, just an automated voice telling you that that the call couldn’t be completed as dialed. he blocked you. without so much as a hint to why. everything was perfect last night, he was all smiles and laughter, what could have changed? you want to call the only mutual connection you have—ieiri shoko—but decide it’s best not to involve her in the matter between two of her friends. it’s not tasteful and if there’s any chance of this being a misunderstanding, then taking it to your friends is the last thing you want to do. you could maybe ask nanami for advice at work in the morning—you wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, but he’s how you met the strongest man alive. so he has to have some tips! yes, you’ll talk to nanami about it first thing tomorrow.

talk his ear off about it is more apt if you ask the grade one who merely dabbles in business work. he tried to be polite and listen to the tale—but your first mistake was in dealing with gojo in the first place. there was no advice in the world to fix that amount of stupid, especially if you were looking to get him back. but nanami catches the issue as soon as you recount the tale of your last conversation with the special grade.

“you told him that you love him?” he clarified with a raised brow. based on the judgment that flashes in his eyes, you know that was the wrong move. you huff in frustration.

“you introduced me to him—why would you set me up like this nanakun??” you pout, angrily folding your arms over one another. it’s a shitty attempt to take the heat off yourself, and nanami can appreciate it.

“hardly. he shoved his way in my office and you happened to be in there already.” he rolls his eyes. trust him, he did not want to see more of gojo—and dating his workplace’s secretary only meant that the annoying presence followed him even here. “i strongly advised against it. i knew we would end up here.”

you shoot him a glance, but his unamused face remains unchanging. you ignored everyone’s warnings, choosing the results he was giving you as reason enough for them to be wrong. did he enjoy leading you on and wasting his time? what was the game in all this?

“you shouldn’t have gone after him at all. but you definitely shouldn’t have told him you love him first.” nanami nearly seemed horrified. or what you imagined he would look like when horrified, eyes slightly widened and jaw dropped partially.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. maybe it’s because you knew how you felt for so long. maybe it was just because satoru put you at ease—none of the reasons matter now.

“it’s hard for him to do serious. love is as serious as it gets.” nanami sighs wistfully. you were a nice girl who didn’t deserve to be another name on the list of hearts broken by satoru gojo. for your own good, you should forget all about him and sorcerers as a whole. you would be much better off. but something about that look on your face paired with the fact that he knows satoru has never been happier in his miserable existence makes nanami sigh. “he’s just afraid of committing. the only person he ever loved just up and left him one day. so just…try to let him go. let him come back if he wants—if you want. maybe then he’ll be ready.”

your heart warms at your friend’s words. it was clear he couldn’t care less if things worked out or not, but he wanted you to feel better. you smile softly at his words, “thank you nanakun, i’ll try to…let him go.”

you think you did a pretty good job of that. as time went on, you think you even managed to convince yourself you didn’t want him back at all. if he could just flake out on you—look you in the face and lie—you didn’t want him. no matter how sexy and sweet and strong he was, trust is the most important thing. you keep your head down and work hard, catching up with nanami and learning any updates on your sorcerer that way.

apparently he was casually dating around, but nothing nearly as serious as you. he made sure of that. he hadn’t heard an ‘i love you’ in years, and while he may have thought it at different times throughout the past couple of dates you’ve been on, he hadn’t said it. even thinking it was bad enough. that meant you held an unimaginable and concerning amount of power over him. that meant you could crush his soul into a million pieces. that meant you could ruin him—and he can’t go through that again. the possibility of handing himself over to deep and passionate love was beautiful in theory but terrifying in practice, and the thought of giving in just to lose a second time were odds he just wasn’t willing to gamble with.

so he did it first. if he broke your heart you couldn’t break his.

so why does he feel so bad? so empty? every pretty girl he carted around after that was a weak competitor. they were nice enough, but so shallow and boring—they treated him like everyone else. you were special. you treated him like a person. someone with feelings and dreams and regrets. you asked him questions. real questions that made him think about real answers, nothing surface level like his favorite color or movie. you wanted to know him. and he let you learn just some of his darkest days and you told him you love him anyway. and he ran away from you. goddamn. he’s his own worst enemy.

he shows up with flowers one day, six weeks after you’ve broken up—or he dumped you. it was a normal day until then, but it certainly wouldn’t be after. it was laughably large bouquet, it almost looked like he was struggling to hold it all. your eyes must look like two full moons based off of his amused yet apologetic smile. you have to make yourself stop your smile before it spreads.

“hi…” he said nervously, shifting his weight foot to foot. he messed up—how could he make up for it? “i was wondering—“

“leave.” your shaky voice manages to croak out, quickly looking down at your paperwork. you had to avoid his stare, surely he would figure you all out if he looked deep enough. nanami said to make him work for it.

“flowers aren’t your thing, huh?” he seems undeterred—in fact, he seems emboldened by your reaction. “that’s fine. i’ll leave them here…” he styles them on your desk, sweeping your stapler and pencil sharpener and organizers to the side to accommodate the large vase. you watch him carelessly move things about, forcing you to accept his gift.

“you’re annoying.” you groan, though the flowers are gorgeous. they’re the same kinds you pointed to when you went on a nature walk one time—something he swore he was going to hate but ended up being one of his favorite outings with you. you seemed to have that effect on him.

“i know! one of my better qualities, i think.” he hums happily, chlorinated pools of crystal blue stare at you over the lenses of his casual sunglasses. he traded in the blindfold in hopes of winning you back—he wasn’t above playing dirty, even if he was the reason he had to play at all.

“as opposed to? ghosting?” you raise your brow. he sighs. he doesn’t know what he expected. he knew you wouldn’t fall right back into his arms, but that biting look in your eye makes him wonder if he’s messed things up beyond repair. either way, he won’t go down without a fight.

“yes—that’s one of the bad ones.” he scrunches his nose in distaste. he bends at the waist to lean his elbows on your desk, propping his face up in his hands. “look sweetheart—“

you scoff, leaning back in your office chair with something akin to amusement. you fold your arms over your chest and arch your brow, and even though you are absolutely pissed, you still manage to make his heart skip a beat. “don’t call me that, you fucked me up. or does that it make you happier?”

“you think i’m bringing you flowers for my health or something? i’m trying to apologize!” he whines, tugging a lone flower out of the bouquet and extending it toward you. “i’m an asshole, i know, and i don’t deserve to call you sweetheart—“

“i don’t accept.” you tilt your nose in the air. he swears he can see the hint of a smirk on your lips, and he sighs. you hold the power yet again, but this time he’s going to allow it.

“what can i do to make it up to you? it was a mistake..i see that now.” he frowns, looking down at the pale pink petals brushing against his fingers.

“mm, yeah? i’m sure fucking a bunch of other women helped clear that up.” you look at the flower in his hand too, examining the brightness, the absolute perfection of the petals. it almost withers with the man holding it.

“wh-what?” he blinked rapidly. he hadn’t had sex with anyone—god no, he can’t do fleeting connections, and in his heart of hearts he knew that none of them would fill the void you left behind. but your jealousy…now that he could use. “aw, baby, just say you missed me. i could clear up some things for you too.”

you snarl at the insinuation, even more annoyed that he didn’t deny romping around with other women after dropping you like it was nothing.

“i’m sure you wish you could, baby, but i’m not sloppy seconds.” you take the flower and snap the stem, tossing it on your desk without second thought. he pouts at the gesture, deciding that words were no use on you, he hums. he knows how to handle this.

“no, but you are more delicious the second time.” he sings, and you get up from your desk in frustration. he was so irritating. did he think that he could just disappear on you like that and you’d just forgive him like nothing? you huff up at him, gathering all your stuff and shoving it into your office bag. nanami watches from the stairs—and he’s proud that you’re making gojo work for it, at least.

you stomp out of the office building with all the theatrics at your disposal, and it only makes satoru smirk as he walks after you. god you want him so bad, he thinks. he catches the office door before you can slam it closed behind you, sliding his palm across the wooden panels with a suave coolness. it’s like he has the situation completely under control, strolling leisurely after the little lady stomping and yelling at him over her shoulder. he knows he fucked up, and if you wanted to blast him through the city on your route home, then he’d smile and walk dumbly after you.

your heart was racing. he was still following you—and you knew if he cornered you alone, there would be no denying him. your brain was fighting hard enough to deny him back in the office already. your blood is boiling. why do you want him back so bad? he left you—is sleeping with other women, even, and you're letting him tail you to your house. you shut the door on him, but he just teleports into your living room anyways. you give him a look—not sure what else to say. ordering him out would be futile—as you didn’t want him to and he clearly wouldn’t obey.

he’s smug, sitting on your couch with one long leg crossed over the other one, his arm stretched across the back of the couch like he’s just waiting to put it around you. he stares at you knowingly, but that smirk is driving you insane.

“stop looking at me like that—and get out of my house.” you try meekly, at least you could say you could. your eyes narrow at his unmoving form and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“you’re trying so hard to be mad at me, sweetheart.” he hums, arching a brow in amusement. he bats those long white eyelashes at you like he’s just ready for you to admit the truth and come crumble in his lap.

“i’m pissed, not trying that hard at all.” you scoff and shake your head, tossing your bag on the floor so that you may properly cross your arms at him. “you lied to my face, ghosted me, and now you’re acting like i’m being ridiculous for not accepting your flowers and taking you back?”

he shakes his head, a little nonchalant frown on his face. “you aren’t ridiculous for that—“ he stands and makes his way to you, not even bothering to hide the way he eyes you up and down. “you’re ridiculous for pretending you don’t want to. i could make this allll better if you’d just let me, sweetheart.”

his breath is as icy as his eyes when he leans down, brow arched like he’s asking a question. he is, you realize, he wants to know if you’ll let him.

“i never really slept with anyone, sweetheart. promise. was just trying to get you off my mind. didn’t work—made everything worse, actually. i got what i deserved.” he sighs softly, noting the hesitation on your face but the want in your eyes. he reaches a tentative hand to your face, giving you a soft smile when you let him touch you. “i’m sorry…you’re all i can think about. i just got nervous—i’m so stupid. beyond stupid—“

you smash your lips onto his to keep him from yapping. all he had to do was apologize. really apologize and mean it—but you would still punish him for walking away. you would make sure he could never do it again, lest he’ll never be able to get you out of his head even in death.

his hands grab at your dress, pulling you against his body in one fluid motion. the kiss changes moods entirely. the room feels like it’s buzzing now, his passion felt through the way he moves. he slides over your ass, kneading and fisting the fat with a groan into your mouth. you step into him, backing him to the couch. he grins against your lips like always—his kiss was warm and apologetic, lips hurriedly slotting over yours in an effort to make up for his transgressions.

he falls into a seat, pulling you into his lap with him. he sees your plan, and won’t go down without a fight. he promised to straighten you out after all. but letting you think you’re in charge was adorable, so he didn’t mind to indulge in it. you push his chest back with your own, grabbing his chin in your hand roughly. his back hits the couch and he can’t hold back his little giggle as his hands follow the paths of your body, though a satisfied hum follows at the feeling.

“you are sorry—a sorry piece of shit.” you huff, repeatedly kissing him over and over with all the anger you’ve been pinning up for the past few weeks without him. he grunts lowly, opening his mouth to invite you deeper. you take his willingness as a gift, plunging your tongue in his mouth and making sure yours stays in control. he tastes like honey and cinnamon, and it was a taste you missed more than you let yourself believe.

“pieces of shit must be your type though.” he sasses, standing up with you on his lap. he knows where your room is based on his extensive stays over, it’s nearly muscle memory for him to kick your door open with the point of his shoe, smiling up at you like no time had passed —like no bad blood had resulted from it. he throws you down like you weigh nothing, though he takes a seat on the side. upon hearing you gasp at his words, he scoffs and shakes his head. “don’t even think about it. i’ll fuck it out of you anyway.”

you can’t deny the way your body tingles and warms at his command. he’s usually soft and sweet, just rough enough to satisfy any cravings of yours—but he never struck obedience into your soul. your mouth closes, and he chuckles a little bit at your change. “that’s better. now if you wanna keep poppin’ off with attitude, i’ll get nasty instead of the sweet apology i planned for you.”

you roll your eyes, he was testing it. “don’t tempt me—“ you huff, a little annoyed at how easily your body gives up. you didn’t want to give him the ego boost of obedience, so you give him the attitude requested. “you messed up—i’ll talk to you however I want—“

he sighs and tugs at you, pulling your body at will. he splays you across his lap—long legs hanging over the edge of your bed. your dress is shoved up over your ass, and the tiny string of your thong is drawn back and snapped against the flesh. it makes you squeal a little in surprise, but you would be lying to say you didn’t want more.

“oh i’m a piece of shit, who are these for, nyeh?” he flicks your panties again, the sensation a small pleasurable sting.

“you dumped me—they’re for whoever i want.” you huff at him, even if his jealousy makes your heart warm. he slaps the fat of your ass lightly, humming at the way you jolt.

“yeah?” he smacks your other side, “i didn’t fuck anybody though. knew i needed you.” he spanks the same spot, the sting intensifies so wonderfully and makes your head spin. you can’t help the little moans that leave you with every slap.

“didn’t fuck anybody either, dickhead.” you pant, tossing him a glare over your shoulder. his free hand comes to grab your throat, sinewy warm and soft fingers wrap around your column with a tight grip—though not enough to restrict any airflow, of course. his cock stabs into your side at the sight. he grins brightly, almost sadistic in nature.

“you’re silly.” he hums, squeezing your throat until your eyes cross a little. he hums at you, the vision enough to make him painfully hard, but he always knows when to let up. he slaps your ass in conjunction with his little squeeze. he knows how to keep your eyes on him— repeatedly shaking his head, like he disapproves of you. “so pretty though. but mouthy.” he tsks, giving you a punishing spank to your tender skin. he hums pleasantly at the way your skin breaks a little, his red handprints making their way to the surface. “can’t even accept an apology. what do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

you can’t deny the wetness pooling in that skimpy thong. the stinging through your ass only makes your brain fog worsen, need was the only thing on your mind. he was so strong and sexy, and he was trying to make it up to you. you suppose you could…hear him out. that didn’t mean you were back together.

“fuck me—i’ll make my decision based on your performance.” you purr in his lap, wiggling your branded ass. he groans, you’re going to tease when you look like this? he woulda proposed if you asked him to if it meant you were all his again. commitment didn’t scare him so much anymore. you were as angry as ever and you still smiled when you saw him. you still let him follow you back home to plead his case. even if you didn’t have much a choice, you hardly even put up a fight. and he knew what that meant: you weren’t nearly as angry as you were trying to be.

“oh i’ll fuck you, sweetheart. let’s see if you can take it.” he hums so innocently, scooting you off his lap and onto all fours. he slides your thong to the side, laughing giddily at the sight of your soaking cunt. you definitely weren’t as mad as you were trying to be. “god look at this ocean—i almost feel bad for ya. trying to be such a meanie t’me when i’m the only one that can make it better.”

he wrestles with his pants, pushing them to his knees with haste. precious time was ticking, and stripping completely was a waste of it. he nearly sighs in relief when he frees himself, pumping his length fluidly. you whine at the time it’s taking him to fuck you, wiggling your cute rear and huffing.

“takin’ too long—“ you can’t finish your sentence before you cry out, his cock splitting you open just as you asked for. your walls felt like coming home, and every squeeze you give him was like a warm hug. he can’t believe he denied himself this for weeks just because you said something he’d been dying to hear from someone who meant it his entire life.

“better?” he asks, using your plush hips as his handlebars. this was why you would never be able to move on from him no matter the advice and warnings and every sign in the world telling you ‘no satoru gojo!’ he was just too good, he knew you all too well and your body craved and needed him like water. he fit in your cunt like he was built to, every pump of his cock left you gripping the sheets in an effort to hold yourself up, which you can only do for a few more seconds. “what, too hard? i thought you wanted to be fucked, little one?”

you’re stuck in a silent scream, unable to answer him. you feel like you can feel him in your lungs, his hips absolutely bullying yours. he admires your deep arch even though you’ve fallen forward, your ass rippling into his pubic hair so perfectly he had to reward you with some grunts and groans of his own. he lays over your back, cooing his praises in your ear.

“there she goes, now she’s taking good dick. can’t believe you almost wasted a thong like this— good thing i stay around, yeah?” he shoves your forward just a bit, off his cock and face first into your pillows. you whine at the loss, but he flattens your legs and sits on top of them—squeezing his cock between your thighs and ass, guiding his dick back in. you mewl at the new sensation. how could he possibly be deeper? “awww, that’s a good girl. letting me fuck ya like i hate ya when i’m just trying to prove that i love you too.”

you clench when he says it, moans intensifying as he uses you in this new position. he smirks, you’re adorable. laying there screaming for him with a gorgeously painted ass and a perfect body taking all the force behind his thrusts. “you still love me, sweetheart?”

you nod eagerly, your moans borderline animalistic. “yes—fuck, yes i do, i love you satoru!” you feel him so deeply in your stomach that you can’t keep holding back. it felt like a rubber band snapped as you squeeze around him and cover him with your essence. he keeps going, eyes trained on your recoil and the white ring you left at the base of his cock. your confirmation only drives him crazier, your limp body beneath him taking his increased pace like a champ—little overstimulated moans the only sound he can hear.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy to show you how much i love you.” he groans, picking your body up in one strong arm to hold you down on his cock. you feel the rush of heat and shudder, the fact he was willing to deal with the consequences of cumming inside alone made you want more of him—until he couldn’t cum anymore. he holds you up, luckily enough— you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself—and places soft kisses to your neck. he hums, enjoying the taste of your skin slightly sweaty and warm from his love. he stays inside you, he can’t bring himself to move just yet, but he sighs in content.

“so…we back together?”

[keirawantstocry]

qfit finally coping with having gynecomastia bc his boyfriends also have tits and are taken seriously as men

boobs for everyone

Fit spent years hiding the extra tissue on his chest. He wasn't quite sure what caused it and he had tried everything he could think of to fix it. Exercising, eating less, eating more. There were no doctors in the wasteland, nobody who could tell him what was wrong with his body. All he could do was wrap. It started with cloth wrapped round and round but it grew to be uncomfortable. Fit had stopped for a while to see if the pain lessened. And it did, but his embarrassment and fear of people noticing and calling him less than a man was stronger than any pain the wrappings caused. 

Things were so incredibly different on the island. He still binded his chest, ignoring the pain but there was something that felt… calm about the island. 

And then there was Pac and Tubbo. They were his best friends. He had honestly never thought he could care about people to the extent he cared about them. They were strong. The awe he felt seeing them in battle was indescribable. And part of him couldn't stop and think, now these are real men. 

Fit was thinking it now as he relaxed down in the soft blankets that Tubbo had gathered for the three of them. Tubbo was brash and protested affection until he was blue in the face but he cared. So much. That was why he did things like this. Made sure Fit and Pac got the sleep they needed after sleepless nights working and watching over their kids. 

The kids were with various other islanders currently. Ramon and Richas with Mike while Sunny was spending the night with Tina, Bagi, and Empanada. 

They had the house to themselves. 

Fit tried to relax but the bindings around his chest made it hard to breathe. He tried to keep any visibility of it away from his boyfriends. Truthfully he knew they wouldn't care but the fear from deep down was stronger. 

Tubbo gave a contented sigh as he looked over the pile of blankets and pillows, hands on his hips. “I don't know about you two but I'm so fucking ready for bed.” 

Pac and Fit laughed in unison but Fit's laugh died as he watched Tubbo peel off his shirt. They had never all slept together in sleepover fashion like this before so the sight that met his eyes was surprising. 

“Uh,” Fit said, trying not to stare but failing tremendously. 

Tubbo blinked at him as he reached down to the bottom of his sports bra. “What's wrong?” 

“You're wearing a bra.” 

Pac turned to look at him curiously while Tubbo continued to stare. “Uhh, yeah, man. It hurts to bind for too long so I wear bras half the time.” 

“Bind?” Fit repeated slowly. 

“I have tits,” Tubbo said plainly. “You know that right?” 

Fit shook his head. 

Tubbo's expression turned to one of surprise. “Oh. Fuck. Sorry, man. I thought you knew.” A sliver of self doubt was forming in his stance and Fit snapped himself out of his surprise to reassure him. 

“I didn't. But it's okay. It doesn't matter to me.”  

Pac laughed, sounding a bit nervous. “I should hope not, considering we both do.” 

Fit turned his head to look over at him. “You… you do too?” 

Pac nodded, flatting the front over his shirt to show how the fabric clung to the roundness of his chest. “We thought you knew, Fitch.” 

Fit shook his head slowly. “Um.” His heart was racing, thoughts buzzing around his head. “I'm not. Trans. But I have.” He shrugged and reached back under his shirt to undo the bindings. He let them fall onto his lap, feeling his body visibly relax. When was the last thing he took those off, he wondered but was interrupted by both of his boys, throwing their arms around him.  

“Thank you for telling us that,” Pac murmured in Portuguese, Fit catching the translations as they flew up above his head. “I know it can be hard coming from such a backwards place to accept yourself.” 

Tubbo didn't say anything, just let his body language speak for itself as he held Fit tightly, tracing his fingers over his back where the cloth had dug in so tightly. 

Fit was too overcome for words. He just let his body fall back, both of them still in his arms as they snuggled into each other and the blankets. 

“Wait,” Tubbo squirmed out of the grip before pulling off his bra. “Can't have that thing on.” 

“Why not?” Fit asked as Tubbo settled back down. He was so incredibly warm. 

Tubbo squinted at him. “Cause it hurts your chest. It's not meant to be contained like that.” Understanding dawned in his eyes and he smacked Fit on the arm. “Have you been wearing that thing for years?? No wonder you have so much body pain.” 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Pac said, butting in. “No more of that.” He shook his finger threateningly in Fit's face. “We're gonna make sure you take care of yourself. No binding for a while. We need to assess the damage to your chest and figure out when it will be okay for you to bind again.” 

Tubbo and Pac fell into frantic discussions of medical stuff that flew right over Fit's head. But he didn't mind. He was relaxing. He was safe. And he was laying with two of the strongest men he had ever met. Nothing about their bodies could ever change that. He smiled and pressed a kiss to both of their foreheads before drifting off to sleep. 

[thelov3lybookworm]

Gone Through Enough (part 4)

Day 4: Traditions

Summary: Unclaimed powers an untested high lords.

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A/n: uhh yea

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If there was something that was constant in Prythian, it was the flow of magic and the way it passed onto new heirs after a high lord’s death.

With every last, shivering breath the dying high lord took, with every drop of blood he bled, the magic returned to the land. It bled through the soil, racing against itself to reach the sacred altar, usually located at the highest peak in the court. The magic that had till now kept the court flourishing was drained and gathered in that one place until the new chosen heir would come along to claim the magic from the earth, and then in return, give back to nature from his own sanity.

Historically, hundreds of heirs had lost their mind trying to claim the magic because of the toll it took on them. Only the most strong willed, the most resilient remained standing, the only ones to see the new sun rise the next morning. And until the new high lord let the magic remain unclaimed, the court withered in silence.

The trees would start dying, the rivers stilling, the animals whimpering and burrowing among carcasses of their brethren. The rice fields drying, the grains infested with unwanted insects trying to survive without the sustenance provided by the mother.

The ritual was easy. Go to one of the highest levels that overlooked the whole court, claim the raw powers from the earth. Return it to the earth and hope the mother liked you enough to bless you with sanity after the whole ordeal.

Eris knew his duties. He had left a few hours after his sobbing in the arms of his childhood love stopped.

Now he just had to claim the powers, and then he would have everything he had ever craved. The power, the freedom, the chance at being someone better than the male who raised him.

But would he really have everything he ever wanted?

No, he knew he wouldn’t, considering he had seen George August instructing the servants on how to properly stack their bags on the carriage for their journey home the next morning.

Eris, of course, said nothing. He was already weakening, in a hurry to reach the darned hill. But even if he’d had the time, he did not think there was anything he could say or do to have them stay a little longer.

Those were the conditions stated, after all.

The day Eris had reached out to George, he had decided to place his trust on someone he barely knew, even as the risk that George would remain loyal loomed. But it turned out that he cared more about his family than Beron- which was surprising to Eris considering he was always surrounded by people that seemed too eager to please Beron, abandoning their families in the process- and a few well placed offers were enough to have George agreeing to help Eris.

Of course, he had only agreed on the condition that he or anyone in his family won’t be forced into being a courtier or obeying things they did not want to obey after Eris became high lord.

As Eris now made his way up the slope, his eyes fixed on the slightly glowing ring of stones carved with runes, he pushed all thoughts out of his mind, focusing on the crunch of leaves under his boots, the scent of pine invading his lungs.

There were no rules about which hill to perform the ritual on, as far as Eris was aware, but it was tradition to do it on this hill. And so here Eris was.

The sky was already fading from a deep orange to a softer shade of purple and pink, twisting to make a breathtaking painting on the canvas of sky, and Eris reached up his hands, pushing the buttons out of the holes in his jacket, ready to get this night over with.

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Eris was not in his room when Y/n knocked on his doors, and it sent her into a panic so bad she started sweating out of every pore in her body. She ran through winding corridors and halls, and then finally, after asking around for the better part of an hour, one of the servants mentioned seeing Eris walking towards the forest.

She hurried to follow him, all sorts of ugly images taking root in her mind.

Was he still feeling guilty over what he did? Was he trying to get away from everyone to let his emotions loose? Was he okay?

Y/n knew Eris would feel guilty, would feel regret. Especially after the venomous words his father had thrown on him, even as he lay panting for his dying breaths.

Just those few words had shaken Y/n to her core, and in that moment as she stood watching Eris shove that jewel encrusted dagger into Beron’s throat, light glinting on the shiny blade and reflecting off of the gems, she realised she hadn’t even begun to understand what Eris had gone through.

She had been a child, just as he had been when she had begun tending to his bruises. But she had not ever thought about the impact the abuse would have had on the then young boy’s mind, how he would have been confused and scared, wondering why his father was so cruel when the father of his friend was so loving.

Sure, he was hurt physically and Y/n felt sad every time he sobbed to her, and more so when he didn't.

But she had never realised the toll it would have taken on his mind.

He must have wondered why his father had never loved him the way Y/n’s had loved her so dearly.

These things had been too complex for Y/n to comprehend a century back, but now that she did, she hated herself for not making sure Eris knew she cared for him.

After all, she did send him letters, but did she ever try to find out if he received them?

Sure, those mere words could not have been enough to heal a saddened, hurt soul, but maybe it could have at least proven to be some sort of soothing ointment.

Just as she was beginning to think he had returned to the palace, she stumbled upon a clearing, her lungs expanding in an effort to get enough air.

And there he stood, in only his fitted trousers, fire flowing from his hands to the ground and disappearing, like water on dry land.

His head snapped up, meeting her eyes as she stood there, frozen. his gaze burned with power she had never seen before, and it should have frightened her.

It didn't.

"Go back."

His voice was hoarse, choked, as if he had been screaming for hours.

She stepped forward, ignoring his order.

He bared his teeth in a sneer the closer she moved. "Go back, Y/n. that is an order."

Her body locked up at that, her legs straining to turn back. But she was not here to follow orders.

"I was worried."

"Leave."

"I thought you might-"

"Stop thinking then. Leave, Y/n."

"Stop forcing me to leave, Eris."

She snarled as she forced her limbs to move, to step closer still.

"I am not leaving, Eris. Not again."

His eyes softened, and she tripped forward, catching herself on his chest as the resistance evaporated into thin air. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, blood rushing to her face in embarrassment.

She lifted her head, meeting his eyes as one of his arms wrapped around her waist to steady her.

"I know, Y/n. But trust me, I can do this by myself. This is tradition-"

"Is it stated in your traditions that it is unacceptable to have a friend nearby when you are doing- whatever this is?" He sighed, and she continued, knowing she had won this argument. "Exactly. You have gone through enough, Eris. All by yourself. I will not let you do that anymore."

He met her gaze, vulnerability shining in his eyes.

But just as she thought he would force her to return, he nodded, and then let go of her. She stepped away, grabbing his free hand, and watched as his shoulders instantly slumped, as the fire flowing from his hands grew brighter and brighter, more powerful.

She stayed with him the whole night, hoping her presence was enough.

Maybe it was.

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“You know Grian, I forgive you.”

Grian jumped embarrassingly high, and spun around to see Scar, who was smiling at him. Perhaps he was a little on edge now that the entire server was red. That’s fine. It’s fine. “You- Scar! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Scar giggled, and Grian huffed, crossing his arms. “Come on G, it was pretty funny.”

Grian sighed. “Ugh, fine. Well, you made your way all over here. What do you want?”

Scar cleared his throat dramatically, and threw out his left arm, his right hand was holding onto his cane, or else he probably would have held out both arms, as if he was silently asking for a one armed hug.

“I just want to talk to you, is that so wrong!” Scar smiled at him. It was frustratingly endearing.

“Nothing wrong, I just… wasn’t expecting it. That’s all,” Grian explained. He didn’t really believe Scar that he just wanted to talk to Grian. There was something more. Scar was going to… trick Grian, or something. He didn’t know. They weren’t exactly allies this season, and Scar hasn’t been very trustworthy.

“Haven’t you learned to expect the unexpected, G?” Scar asked, leaning against his cane and gesturing as he talked. “How about we walk to my base and I tell you about my day and you tell me about yours?”

“You know, if the session wasn’t over already I’d assume this was related to a task,” Grian said, not moving any closer to Scar.

Scar dramatically gasped, touching his hand to his chest. “I’m wounded, Grian, that you don’t trust me.”

“I literally watched you set our trees on fire,” he deadpanned.

“Funny thing, that actually was a task,” Scar seemed… nervous. Grian just noticed all of a sudden, Scar seemed nervous about something. “But right now I just want to talk to my good friend Grian. No shenanigans involved, I swear!”

“Alright, alright, but we’re talking here. I’m not following you to your base.” Grian turned, knowing Scar would follow him as he walked into the space he shared with Cleo and Etho.

Grian knew Scar was following by the sound of his cane tapping the path, then the wood. “You know I can’t hurt you outside of a session!” Scar argued.

“That doesn’t mean that I trust you. The rules have been broken before, you know.” He didn’t mean for his voice to get a little sharp at the mention of breaking rules, but it did anyway.

Scar made a disappointed noise, but relented. “That’s fair, I guess.”

They had entered the base, and Cleo, who was working on fixing a tear in Etho’s pants, noticed Scar, and frowned. “What’s going on?” She asked.

Grian shrugged. “Scar said he wanted to talk to me.”

Cleo fixed Scar with a look. That scary look she gives someone when she doesn’t trust someone to not hurt her allies.

“Wh- hey- come on, why’s everyone looking at me like that! I really do just want to talk!” Scar said defensively.

“You don’t have the best track record when it comes to these things, Scar.” Cleo set aside the pants to stare at Scar without risking pricking her fingers with the seeing needle.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Scar lied.

Grian scoffed. “Says the man who conned people out of their clothes multiple times. By the way, where’s Etho?”

“He’s in Bdubs’ bedroom,” Cleo replied, smiling slightly.

Scar looked between Grian and Cleo. “Well, would you happen to know somewhere we can talk without risking someone else listening in on us?” He asked, speaking slowly and carefully.

Grian crossed his arms. “Well, the zombie farm or the enchanter would work,” he started, “but I don’t see any reason to want to talk to you in private.”

Scar frowned. “Come on, I promise, no shenanigans! I just want to talk to you!” He sounded frustrated, and he probably was considering the conversation.

Cleo hummed. “How about this. Scar, if you and Grian talk, and you do any shenanigans, I’ll sick my dogs on you first thing next session.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, no shenanigans!”

Grian considered it. After a bit of thinking, he gave up with a sigh. “Alright, let’s meet at the enchanter. If anything happens, though, I’m telling Cleo.” Cleo always makes good on her promises, so that at least made Grian feel safe.

Scar grinned. “Yay!”

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They chose the enchanting set up. That way it would be easier for Grian to run out and shout for Cleo if he felt unsafe.

He was closer to the exit than Scar, who was sitting on one of the bookshelves.

He leaned against the wall and looked at Scar, genuinely curious. “Why did you want to talk in private?” He asked.

Scar closed his eyes. “I’ve been thinking. About past seasons. I… we never really got closure, did we?”

Oh, that made sense. Grian almost felt bad for being so resistant to talking to Scar, now. Almost.

“I don’t think we did,” Grian replied. Scar was fidgeting with his cane.

“Well, I meant what I said earlier. I forgive you.”

Grian gave pause. Scar was forgiving him. After… everything. “For what?” He asked.

“Everything, I guess. For stealing a life from me in Last Life, for… the thing with BigB in Double Life, for killing me… multiple times in Limited Life. I forgive you.” Scar was quiet. It was so weird, Scar’s voice was quieter than he ever remembered it getting, save for whispering whenever he was sneaking around doing suspicious things.

“Even for Third Life?” Grian found that his voice was quieter too.

Scar looked at Grian for a moment, like the question was ridiculous or something. “What would I need to forgive you for in Third Life?”

Grian was incredulous. “Killing you? Two times?”

Scar giggled. “Oh, that? Grian, I forgave you a long time ago.” He paused, before adding, “I forgave you for that first kill pretty quickly. And I was never upset at you for winning that fight. We both said no hard feelings, right?”

Then he said something else. Very quietly- so quietly that he almost didn’t think he heard him. He had muttered something along the lines of “you deserved the win more than me anyway.”

Grian was sure that wasn’t what Scar said. It couldn’t be, right? There was no way Scar thought he deserved to win more than him. He didn’t push it, though. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what Scar had actually said.

Finally, he remembered that he needed to respond. “Oh, so you. Really do forgive me for everything.” He looked down, fidgeting with his sweater. “Why?” He had asked that last question very, very quietly.

Scar was quiet for a moment, thinking about his response. “I think I understand. I didn’t, at first. I… specifically with BigB. Everything else I knew was just how the game was, but when you… gosh, I still can’t say it…” his voice wavered as he spoke. “Anyway, I’m sure you know that the secrets tasks have been causing some… situations. You know, doing bad things because you have to. I- well, you-” he sighed. “I think I realized in session 4, when you… you were so nice to me. You didn’t have to tell me not to remove the helmet, and you didn’t have to keep my secret.”

“Scar.”

“I’m not finished. You- I was so stressed. And you understood. I didn’t think about it immediately, I was just relieved to not have to wear that stupid diamond helmet, by I definitely realized by the end of the session. My tasks kept… my tasks kept putting me in situations I really didn’t want to be in, Grian.” He looked away. He touched his face, and he wondered mindlessly if Scar was crying. After a few seconds, Scar continued. “And I- I sort of gamified it. Like, I’m not actually doing bad things, it’s… well, I treated it like I was only acting like I was a bad person, because technically I was.” He turned to face Grian again. “It’s shockingly easy to justify betraying someone. To justify hurting your friends for your benefit.”

“Scar?”

“I don’t think… Grian, you never meant to really hurt me, did you? I mean, I think you knew that certain things weren’t nice, but you never meant things ro turn out the way they did.” Scar was definitely avoiding looking at Grian. Grian didn’t really mind, he wasn’t sure if he could stand looking at Scar’s painfully earnest expression. He was really putting all his cards on the table. “I understand now. And I still wish you didn’t do some of the things you did, but I forgive you.”

Grian walked over to Scar, and hugged him. He seemed surprised, jumping slightly, before wrapping his arms around Grian too.

“Scar…” Grian muttered.

“If you don’t accept my forgiveness I will cry,” Scar threatened, as if he wasn’t already crying. Grian didn’t comment on that.

“I’m not very good at apologizing, I’ve realized.” Scar chuckled in reply to that. “I’m sorry,” Grian added, “for not realizing sooner how much I’ve hurt you.”

Scar let go first, Grian did the same after a moment and stepped back. “Can we agree to never tell anyone else about this conversation?” Grian asked.

Scar nodded. “Yeah.” He reached for his cane, realizing suddenly that he had dropped it without realizing, and it had rolled away from him. He muttered under her breath in frustration. Grian picked up the object and offered it to Scar, who smiled at him and accepted it, standing up.

“You know this won’t change how we interact during sessions, right?” Grian asked as he wordlessly helped Scar up.

Scar began walking in front of Grian. “I do, yeah. I just wanted to let you know I forgive you.”

Grian smiled. “Alright.”

The two didn’t say anything else as they left the enchanting room. They didn’t need to. They had said “bye” quietly to each other, then Scar left to go to his base.

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As Grian walked into the base, Cleo looked at him. She had finished her work on Etho’s pants, which weren’t anywhere ro be seen now. Grian assumed they had been returned to him. “Anything happen that I should know about?”

Grian walked over to her. “No,” he replied, “nothing.”

Cleo sighed. She looked Grian over, suspicious. “You sure? You know I will make good on my promise.”

Grian shook his head. “I swear everything’s fine, Cleo. Scar did have something important to talk about.”

“I assume you’re not going to tell me?” Cleo asked as she fed rotten flesh to her dogs.

“It’s… personal,” Grian replied.

Cleo nodded in understanding. “I get it.” She gestured to the staircase, which led to the bedroom they made for Bdubs while Etho refused to shut up about him. “By the way, your wings are a mess. Do you want Etho and I to preen them?”

Grian hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah that would be nice.” He moved upstairs, then avoided the hole from the tnt minecart as he entered the bedroom. “Hey, Etho.”

He looked up at Grian and Cleo. “Hey,” he replied.

Grian sat on the bed as Cleo explained to Etho that Grian needed his wings preened. And then the soothing motions of two pairs of hands running through his wings practically turned him liquid. His conversation with Scar had left him tense without realizing. The reminder of the past that Grian just wanted to put behind him. He remembered now, in this moment, something that he forgot a few seasons ago.

The gentle moments like this, the comfort of people he trusted enough to allow them to touch his wings in the first place, they would always happen as long as he let them. Grian had forgotten how it felt to completely and fully trust. He always trusted his allies, but not enough to let them preen his wings. Not enough to know, in every fiber of his being, that they would keep their promises. The last time Grian let an ally preen his wings was Scar, back in Third Life.

Maybe he could heal. Maybe he could peel away all the layers of distrust and hurt. Just maybe…

Grian realized he was crying, but he found that he didn’t care. He was comfortable and safe and happy. Next session would probably be the last session, on a server full of reds and animosity, the chance of anyone seeing a session 10 was incredibly low. But that would be a problem for later Grian. Current Grian was being preened by his friends, his allies.

[theidiotwhowrites]

All About YOU

Joe Goldberg x Reader

Warning ;

Stalking, Obsession, Unsettling descriptions

You have been warned

...Hello YOU

As you enter the bookstore. My eyes gleem with interest, Who are YOU?, Where have YOU been?, Who will YOU read?, What is YOUR story?

Polaroid camera in your hands, wearing a black casual long sleeve shirt on such a rainy day. Umbrella in hand, explains why your not wet. You mumble something to yourself as you stumble across the wooden floors of 'Mooney's'.

I can already imagine my hands on you, sinking my fingertips into your soft delicate skin. Feeling every inch of you , i wonder if you would like that.

You walk with confidence, you like a little attention. Ok I'll bite.

You have this aura, some kind of magnetic force that makes me want to know everything about you, What makes YOU so special? What will make YOU the one?

You look at the bookshelves and land on Horror, that's new

In this small shop people only get the books by celebrity's but you, your different. You don't care about 'Fitting in', I like that about you

Your eyes, they tell stories. It's like I could look at them forever and that's when you walk closer and say your first words to me, something I will never forget

"Hi, do you uhh work here?" You ask softly almost seeming embarrassed to ask...

"Guilty" I respond, God your voice it's so seductive and your not even trying. Imagine if YOU were trying! Just the thought of it has my pants tight.

"Great! I'm for a book, but I can't decide so what would you recommend?"

I hand you one of my favorite books from the genre. Having to hold back a smile when I can see that twinkle in your of how intrigued you are reading the description at the back of the book.

"You know, I might actually get this. It's this type of creepy but interesting I can describe. Thank you"

You smile at me, a smile that can light up a dark room in the middle of the night.

We bond over books and chat, completely forgetting about why you were here. Why I was able to me YOU.

But our time was cut short when I get called over to the counter but before you were next in line.

"Ok, I'm going for it. This better live up to the expectations you set for me"

I chuckle at your statement while you  put the book on the table to cash

"Trust me you won't be disappointed"

You hand me the amount and look down at my name tag on my apron

"Joe?"

"Ah yeah, Joe Goldberg but everyone just calls me Joe and you are?" I ask expecting a name but you surprised me

"Call me what ever you like Joe" You pick up the bag I put the payed book in and left.

You smile at me, laughed at my jokes, I want to say you were being nice but I could tell you were flirting with me

I look down at the floor, watching your steps as you leave.

That's when I see my first clue, I wasn't your number or your name but it was a polaroid picture of you.

I knew YOU did this on purpose, it was no accident.

YOU wanted for me to find you, to make YOU mine.

But at the end of the day, people are the all the same but the question is, are YOU?

...Love

Love is finding the one, but sometimes it doesn't work out

I had an ex once. She really did break me in ways that took forever to fix because at first I didn't see the signs but with you, your different.

Love is confusing and that's why I need to know if we are meant to be.

I had to figure out a way to know YOU the real YOU inside and out.

That small photo was my place to start, not a lot of people like you.

Most of your accounts never showed your face, smart. Just one of the many things to love about you but even if the info was short I knew almost everything about you.

Your interest, your past, everything but your actual god damn name! Only your username, It's fusstrating.

And the last thing I found is were you live. It's a small apartment, blinds open you look tired....why is that?

I'll probably ask when we get to know each other better in the future.

Is there more to YOU than what's on the surface? I'll find out, I'll be watching and one day I will have YOU....

[planet-crait]

Episode 4 has the into again. I’m in heaven. I know I mention the theme song a lot but idk just great the instrumental and singing style. I know it’s probably not technically techno swing but it reminds me of that style and I love that style of music lolz.

Hazel and her dad are so cute goofing off together I love it. It sucks her mom is focused on work and not having fun with her husband and daughter, but again I think it’s part of why Hazel got her fairies having a mom that’s not really present. It’s not as bad as Timmy for sure but it’s still rough on a kid to not have one of their parents be there for them as they should be.

Anyways, Hazel spewing out facts during the tour is so cute, she’s so exited to talk about things she knows about. Lolz the tour guide having a beef with a literal child is just ridiculous and hilarious. Rewatching it’s funny Hazel doesn’t know about the ice cream parade, everyone is talking about it.

Of course Hazel would wish for a dinosaur just it’s so perfect for her lolz. I do love how the pig we saw replaced the Dino in the museum since it wasn’t eaten and instead killed by the meteor.

Also everyone panicking about Barry is funny and makes sense. Oh no Cosmo and Wanda uh oh no Barry knows he’ll die uhh this is going to be messy isn’t it lolz. Do they not care about maintaining the timeline or whatever guys come on lolz. How is a Dino getting a job going to go?

Not well apparently. I do like how Wanda is his agent Wanda is someone who won’t take any nonsense so it works well. Can he not roar because he can speak English now? That would make weird magical sense lolz. WOW uh that’s a rough director lolz. Course I don’t get why he decides he hates the museum job because they have things wrong like wouldn’t that make you want to help teach people about the real history? He sure gives up quick on every job but short run time so I get it.

Lolz I wish we had an ice cream parade lolz that sounds good right about now. I have so many questions though like yes he took down a large chunk of powerline but would it really take out the entire city? And even if it did we clearly see the ice cream trucks and they have their own power to keep their ice cream cool so it would be safe in the trucks?? Why does one assistant have to eat all the ice cream? And did we just…kill someone? Via melted ice cream car crash? Uhh….okay.

Uhh wait wait wait how does the mayor know this was Hazels doing? Wanda was more in conversations about Barry then Hazel so I’m kind of lost on how he knew to blame her besides for the laughs which uh isn’t strictly necessary it just feels their to make Hazel feel even worse then she does.

This Dino electricity scene raises more questions, why didn’t he just pick up the power lines to start? Why wait until now? How long does the stone power last? What happens when the rest of the world learns about Dino electricity?

Umm does the mayor have like security cameras watching everyone at all times? No one was their to see Barry start up the power again. Also if the ice cream melted as quick as the episode said it did, doesn’t make sense but whatever, the power going back on wouldn’t fix that all of the ice cream would be gone so the ice cream electrical parade would still be ruined. Clearly the writers haven’t had to save stuff in freezers when the electricity went out.

So…. Barry’s staying in the present? Thats uh. A choice. Won’t this raise like a thousand questions? Or send people like Crocker into a frenzy thinking magic did this? I don’t get how the shows going to justify this short of pretending it didn’t happen later on and if so why bother with all this?

Episode 4 was weaker than episodes 2 and 3 currently for me. The writing goes all over the place and it’s just kind of a weird one for me. But hey Barry was in the intro so I guess I should have seen some episode like this coming lolz. I think all that’s left in the intro is French fries, a ghost and fish boy. We’ll see which comes up next. Onto episode 5!

[harrywavycurly]

OMG, Sarah!!! I need more dating app!Eddie!! Pretty please with sugar on top?? 🥺

Hiiii babes!! Idk why calling him Dating App Eddie made me laugh so thank you for that😂 I wasn’t expecting anyone to want more of this concept but you know me I’m a people pleaser so here are some conversations the two of them have had💖

*Eddie just wants your help picking a shirt for a wedding and in exchange he’ll come change all your lightbulbs*

“What can I do for you today my sweet Eddie boy?” “Eddie boy? I’m fully a grown man.” “Okay what can I do for you today my sweet Eddie…man?” “I have a wedding in three days.” “Holy shit you’re getting married? I knew you had a flaw…wasn’t expecting it to be this though…” “ha ha so funny…no my friend Steve’s getting married and I need help picking a shirt…I’m stuck between this white with black stripes or a solid green?” “What’s the theme of the wedding?…I need details…” “uh it’s outdoors? And…a wedding I don’t know what the theme is?” “Okay so if it’s outdoors then don’t wear green…but do you have any other options besides the white and black stripes?” “I uhh hold on let me FaceTime you so you can see what I’m working with.” “Yes show me what you’re working with Eddie you know I love that.” “You’re so annoying…here…so I have this red one?…or this like light purple…” “oh the purple one for sure…now try it on for me let me make sure it fits you nicely.” “You just want to see me half naked…why is your room so dark?” “Oh two of my lightbulbs went out and I have to find a ladder to borrow to change them…” “and the hallway?” “Oh that…one is also out…” “Jesus I’ll be there in ten.” “Being the shirt and whatever pants you’re going to wear so I can get the full picture.” “Okay…see you in a bit sweetheart.” “Okay Eddie boy.”

“What’s the correct kind of noise a washing machine is supposed to make when you turn it on?” “Uh just the sound of water filling up the drum…why?” “Okay so it’s not supposed to sound like squeaky and loud?” “Squeaky how?…put me on speaker let me hear it.” “Okay one moment…okay can you hear that?….it’s like loud and squeaky and scares the shit out of me every time I start a load of laundry.” “Right okay yeah that sounds like you need a new belt…thing.” “A new belt thing? Eddie you’re my go too fix it man and that doesn’t sound like you know what you’re talking about.” “I know what it is I just don’t know the technical name for it…” “you know what it is enough to be able to fix it?” “Depends what’s for dinner?” “What do you want?” “I could go for some lasagna…” “I’ll see what I can do…you coming tonight or tomorrow?” “I can come tomorrow if that works?” “Sure…see you then sugar.”

[five-miles-over]

Can you write a one shot about Yandere Prince Hal where he became obsessed with a servant in his castle please?

Thanks for the request and for your patience, anon! Hope you like it :)

You Will Be Mine

Warnings: yandere behavior, forced kissing, obsession

Attempting to outdrink Falstaff was never a brilliant idea.

Like a fawn learning to walk for the the first time, Prince Hal staggered through the halls of the palace. The rays of the morning sunlight stung his eyes like pointed needles, and his head was filled with an all-too-familiar pain It felt as if someone had been striking the insides of his head, a bell ringer inside his skull. His arms and legs were as heavy as bread dough, and his throat was more parched than a barren field.

"Uhh…." Hal winced, trying to wish his hangover away. As soon as he stumbled upon a bedroom that looked like his own, the prince flopped onto the bed face-down. A female - presumably a servant of some kind - chirped immediately, asking if "His Majesty" would like some breakfast. 

How the hell was she so cheery at this hour?…Was it even time for breakfast? Hal wondered, having no knowledge of the exact moment he fell asleep at the tavern. His stomach churned. "No, just something edible," he muttered.

As soon as he could hear the sound of the servant's footsteps leaving his chamber, Hal groaned into the pillow while his head throbbed. This was not the first time the prince of England found himself in such a state after a wild night. After this ordeal ended, Hal would probably meet up with his friend John Oldcastle in the forest, and play a prank upon some unfortunate travelers that happened to be passing by. And after that, they might sweet-talk Falstaff into singing something pretty, and they might be able to enjoy some more of that special, far-too-expensive-for-you wine Falstaff kept bragging about…actually scratch that, wine was probably the last thing that Hal wanted to think about now, let alone drink. 

Holding a tray with slices of rye bread, aged cheese, a pitcher of mead with low alcohol content, and some honey reserved for the royal family, you made your way to the entrance of the prince's chamber. "Your Grace, I've brought you breakfast. May I come in?"

Who was this? Hal knew this voice was different than the voice of the maid who approached him earlier. But there was something inviting about the way you spoke, something…that made him wish for more. "Come in." 

The prince rolled onto his side, catching a glimpse of you as you made your way to a wooden table. All of a sudden, Hal no longer found himself concerned with his headache or his upset stomach. A new energy filled his once-fatigued limbs and his eyes were no longer afraid of the light, all because you entered his chambers. What sort of sorcery did you have that made him feel this way?

Hal's gaze followed you as you placed the tray on a table and fixed your hair. "Tell me your name," the prince commanded. 

You politely replied, telling him the name you were born with as well as the name that most people used to refer to you.

With a nod, Hal studied you. He couldn't quite explain why, but the more you spoke and the more he looked at you, the more…beautiful you seemed to him. Actually, beautiful was but a mere shallow word to describe the way that Hal saw you. Enchanting might be more suitable; your voice was luring him like a siren's call, and the nimble movement of your fingertips along your hair enticed him more than any half-naked tavern wench.

"Come closer. I feel fatigued to eat much," the prince lied. At this point, he was only looking for an excuse to bring you closer to him. 

You obediently sat on the edge of the bed with the tray in your lap, save for the pitcher of mead, which remained on the table. Carefully, you ripped a small piece of rye and the prince caught it in his mouth. 

Hal continued to enjoy your loveliness while he chewed each morsel, thoughts of kissing and touching you filling his mind. But this was far different than the lustful liquor-filled impulses Hal felt when he locked eyes with a wench or a prostitute in a bar. No, his feelings for you were more. He couldn't quite explain why he felt so much desire for you, and neither did he truly want to. All he knew was that you belonged by his side, that there was something that felt right about the rather-intimate position of sitting on his bed so close to him. 

After the prince cleaned the plate, one bite at a time, you bowed to the prince with a smile and promptly left…too soon for his liking, of course. Before he could protest or call your name, you had already disappeared from the room.

Naughty little fairy, Hal laughed under his breath. You did not even asked if you had his permission to be dismissed. Not that it mattered anyways…you already stayed long enough to leave a permanent imprint in his mind. And now, you left him with no choice but to find you, and to get you all for himself. 

Filled with a new energy and the hangover now long-forgotten, Hal roughly threw aside his bedsheets - not even caring that he was still wearing the clothes from last night - and strode into the hallway like a hunter entering a thicket. The servants present immediately halted their conversations and bowed as soon as they caught sight of him, but he barely regarded any of them. All Hal could think about was finding you. 

As he traversed throughout the palace, his pace grew quicker and his patience grew thinner, causing him to curl his fingers until his knuckles were white. He could not bring himself to stop moving until he knew for sure where you were in the palace. Nothing else mattered - not the flabbergasted looks from courtiers expecting him to be in some dirty tavern during this time of day, and not the the gossip among the old maids about which noble girl had been deflowered before her wedding date. All he needed was you, your dulcet voice, and your enchanting beauty. And when he found you, Hal would ensure that he would be the only one who could run his fingers through your soft hair, the only one who could wrap his arms around that lovely body of yours.

"Your majesty, some ale?" A male, young servant shakily approached him. Already aflame with his desire and exasperated at his inability to find you, Hal glared at the servant and threw the pint in the servant's face before continuing his hunt.

Hal finally found you out on one of the palace balconies, hanging a bedsheet to dry, surrounded by other laundresses. Your hair was tied back, save for a few strands outlining your delicate face. He wanted to approach you, dismiss the others, and passionately embrace you…but he did not. If he held you now and kissed your lips, he would not be able to stop. The desire to consume you would overwhelm him, like a drunkard with an unopened bottle of wine. So, he leaned against the entrance to the balcony, crossing his arms while eyeing you from a distance. 

He took in every detail of you, memorizing each and every curve, every detail upon your body that wasn't hidden by your loose dress. He watched you laugh without a care in the world while you went about your washing and cleaning, talking to the other laundresses. Yes, you looked to be enjoying yourself even while you toiled, but Hal knew that when he made you his, you would never have to lift a finger for anything. He would provide you anything and everything you needed, all for your unflinching loyalty and your undying love in return. For that, Hal would be ready to do anything, anything to keep you by his side.

Eventually, you and the other laundresses finished your work on the balcony and begin to chatter amongst each other, making plans for the night. Holding the empty baskets that once held dirty sheets, you all turned around and made your way to the doorway…only to silently curtsy as soon as the prince caught your eye.

"Ladies," Hal smirked at you all before courteously stepping out of the way so they could leave. But when you came forward, the prince blocked you with his arm.

You flinched, holding the large wicker basket. "Your Majesty…"

Hal commanded you to put the basket down, and clasped your chin so that your eyes were looking into his. He murmured your name like a prayer before asking, "What were you talking about with them?"

"We…we were talking about our lives…"

"And?"

"We had plans to go to the local bathhouse tonight…,Your Majesty"

"No," Hal sharply said. "I cannot let you go there."

Your eyes widened. "Why not, Your Majesty?"

"Because those places are filthy, and terribly unsavory things take place in those dreaded bathhouses." He stroked your cheek with his thumb. "I only want to protect you, my dearest."

"Your Majesty…"

"Hal," he corrected you. "Perhaps I can give you a bath, one far better and more deserving for a beautiful lady like you."

"Hal, you flatter me," you blushed, pretending to laugh at what seemed like banter

"The way you say my name is beyond perfect." The prince whispered in awe before crashing his lips onto yours. With one hand cupping your cheek, his other hand snaked around your hip and tightly held you. That was all it took for Hal to give into his desire for you, to venture past a point of no return. 

A whimper escaped your lips and your body tensed in his eery embrace. Yet somehow it only made the prince deepen the kiss until he could no longer breathe.

"The world is a scary and dangerous place," Hal gently said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you stay here, you'll be safe. In my arms." 

"I can't, I h-"

"I need you." The prince insisted, wrapping his large hand around your wrist with a deathly grip. "You don’t understand...I need to feel your small hand in my own, I need to hear your voice, touch your lips…you cannot turn away from me."

"I need to -" You tried to leave, but the prince maintains his firm hold upon you.

"We have a bond, my dearest. No one can ever imagine to know what our love is like.” Hal pulled you in for another, more passionate kiss. "And I will make you love me. I'm willing to break any rule for you, to burn the world for you, my everything," he whispered against your lips. "You will be mine."

[mike-haters-dni]

El’s conflict in s4 had nothing to do with Mike, actually

Okay, maybe not nothing, but like basically nothing. I shouldn't have to tell you that s4 El was not in a good place self-image-wise. She was thrown into the deep end of a society she was not prepared for, separated from the few people that could actually understand her, and was being relentlessly bullied for it. She was clearly miserable but was also clearly trying really hard not to be miserable (waving at the girl in the hallway/her general demeanor). Lying to Mike in her letters was an extension of this. IMO, she was doing it more for her own benefit than anything. Telling Mike that everything in her life is great, actually, makes him a sort of safe space for her where she can pretend that she's happy and normal. When they’re sending their letters back and forth she doesn’t have to think about how sad she actually is, and she doesn’t have to feel bad that Mike feels bad for her either (which he clearly would if he knew what was going on). I just don’t believe he would have given her any indication whatsoever that he wouldn't love her anymore if he found out she was actually a mess. If any part of her thought that, it was because she had convinced herself it was true.

So she already feels like shit, and then the Roller Rink Incident happens, and now she feels not only like a complete social reject but remembers, "Oh yeah, I've killed like tens of people and probably also murdered a bunch of innocent kids? Maybe I shouldn't have rights," and gives in completely to the self-loathing (Mike's reaction doesn't help but like, she was already horrified with herself before he showed up). Yes, during The Argument, she brings up how upset she is that he refuses to say the word "love" for some reason, but even if he had actually said it in that convo, there was no way she would have actually believed it at that point, one: because she was in such a personal dark place, and two: because uhh it would be incredibly unsatisfying story-wise lol. I mean, he literally tells her that she's "the most incredible person in the world" and she responds with "actually, you're wrong lol." If he had been able to say it, I imagine her reaction would range somewhere from "you're just saying that to make me feel better" to "oh no, you just think you love me, but actually I'm fucked up and evil so you really shouldn't. Let me push you away for your own good." And none of that is on Mike. "Okay, what don't I understand" is an absolutely legendary fictional boyfriend line like, he really did his best.

Also worth noting that she does the same thing with Will after he tries to tell her that her presentation wasn't that bad (which, I mean, it absolutely was so, uhh). She says he's lying when he tries to comfort her and generally doesn't seem to take much reassurance from him at any other point either. Again, because of the self-loathing.

El's arc in s4 was about fixing her perception of herself, and that arc is done as soon as she tells Brenner off and then watches him die in the desert. You'll notice that from that point on, she is fully accepting of the affection of both Mike and Will (the desert reunion, the pizza glasses scene), way before Mike finally says the L-word. Because it was never really about that. You could say she had to learn to love herself before she could accept the love of others :)

[noisydreamlandkoala]

The Queens Court

CHAPTER THREE:ASSEMBLE

YOUROFFICIALREPIRTER@BLONDIE

When the queen needs help, the king arrives without a need to be called.

#hedoesnotmindtobecontrolledsolongasitsbyher

Hot. That was the first thing that went through Marinette's mind when she saw the blonde. It had been three years since they once seen each other and the change was way too dramatic. He and gained a few inches and lot of muscles. His looks were out of this world.

Her eyes widened as feeling she thought she had left behind a long time ago began to resurface. Her heart began to beat frantically as the men in front of her continued speaking to her with that infuriating smirk on his face.

"What cat got your tongue," he asked getting up from the chaise and heading towards her. His movements looked almost seductive in the bluenette's eyes. He stood in front of her leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Cause I'm sure I haven't possessed it yet"

"Uhh," she said dumbly as her brain began to short circuit. She yelped as he swiftly pulled her fully onto the room shutting the trap.

"Now tell me my dear," he says slowly backing her onto the wall slamming his right hand next to her head while cradling her face with the other. "What exactly did I do that warrants being cut off for 3 years."

He brings his face to her neck inhaling her seance. "Not only that but I return to find you've found another man"

His hot breath set tingles across her skin. Marinette had turned beat red. She had utterly been rendered speechless, she thought she had a few more hours before she had to face Felix once again.

"Someone's been a very bad girl," he whispers drawing himself back from her neck and staring at her. "You trying to break my heart love"

"Break your heart?" she questions. As far as she knows they had never romantically been together.

"Yes love, a few months after our separation I come back to see you and find you confessing your love to my cousin of all people," he hisses.

"It was a a part of the act," I defend offended that he would think I'd ever fall in love with that spineless coward.

"Good, he did not seem like your type anyway," he said green eyes shining as he pressed a kiss on my nose. "Now tell me is falling in love with another man all apart of the act well?"

She had no answer for this question though it seemed as though her silence was confirmation enough for her. He sighed heart break clear in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," she said tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Don't look at me as if you did not try to kiss Ladybug"

"Marinette sweetie you are Ladybug," he says causing her to look at him in shock. Felix registered her shocked features eyes widening. "Wait you thought I did not know?"

He hocked his finger on her chin forcing her to look at him. "Is that why you cut me off? Is that what pushed you to him?" he asked searching desperately for answers. "You you thought I would would betray my feelings for you"

Once again her, silence gave him all the answers he needed. "Marie I've loved you for as long as I knew what the word means, they never has and they never will be any other girl for me"

"I-i-i," she stuttered causing the boy to pull her closer to his chest as she began to sob.

"Shhh baby it's okay," he said as he hugged her.

What hurt more than knowing she had fallen for another men was hearing that he had caused her pain. He wiped the tears of her cheek. Pinning her to the wall once again as she began to calm down.

"Maybe we can still fix this," he said as he began to pamper her neck with little butterfly kisses. "Maybe I could make you forget all about this other man.

"How?" she whispered meeting his intense gaze with her own.

"By having you scream my name instead," he whispered breath tickling her lips as they were half centimeter apart. Bang.

The trap door opened causing both of them to jump. Felix groaned as he withdrew himself from hee, fixing the intruder with a glare fir interrupting their moment.

Chloe walked into the room unfazed by what she was walking into and the glare that was thrown her way.

"Good you're here," she said unbordered by the blonde's anger.

"I was just about to continue catching up with my queen before you disturbed," he bristled causing her to snort.

"Not so sure she's yours anymore, should have seen her throw aside another girl like a raf doll for touching what hers," Chloe said causing the boy to growl. "Our queen is quite possessive"

The blonde growled at the comment.

"Don't worry Chloe that won't last long, afterall I don't plan on letting the Queen go," he says running his hand down Marinette's cheek before pushing away, knowing very well whatever moment they were having had been disturbed.

"Well now that's done," Chloe says to their general direction. "Let's get down to business."

"Right," Marinette says straightening up as she heads towards the blue eyed blonde. "Has everyone been contacted, I need an immediate status update."

"Well Aurora and her new partner Mireille have been updated on what's going on, the school shall be warned of the incoming storm tonight," Chloe states earning a nod from the other two. "Marc has been informed and is going to be here with the red head betrayer after classes end, traitors have officially been kicked out of the court, though I feel as though this has decreased our size dramatically. Lastly I feel as though you've already contacted your family"

"Yes Chloe I've contacted my family, don't worry much about our size I've got that covered," she said with a small smirk.

"Now love you know very well what that look does to me," Felix said snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him.

Marinette huffed nudging the blonde with a quick behave aimed his way.

YOUROFFICIALREPIRTER@BLONDIE

I have what most would call the scoop of a life time. The court is back and they're after someone's head. Prepare yourself Dupont.

#itsabouttogodown

[remma-demma]

TRANSFEM G'RAHA!

Young upstart who hasn’t thought much about his identity past his studies.

A century of the most literal depersonalization one could go through.

Coming out the other side literally reborn & more alive than ever.

G’raha grew up around a bunch of nerdy scholars, so gender was never really enforced one way or another. He was like. My identity is Archon :) I guess I’m like, a boy but idrk what that means. Tia, yeah sure, whatever. If that's what you say!

As the Exarch, the entire goal was to not have their own identity. To become a figurehead and ultimately sacrifice themself which like. Doesn’t inspire a ton of introspection. I’ll be dead anyways, why does it matter who I was. (In reality this was a pretty convenient excuse to just push all of these thoughts under the rug for… a century. You know how it is)

And when they get saved N'eph asks, okay but who are you really. I want to know you. Who is G’raha Tia. And he says. Uhh. Hmm,.. I’ve never thought about it. Maybe my identity is being a wol fanboy. Hanging out with you will fix me, surely. Pls take me on your adventures.

When that doesn’t fix him he’s like… uhhhhh… no reason but... N’eph how did you know you were trans. And N’eph goes, “well, I just knew I wasn’t a woman” And G’raha goes

The Final Days really made him question things. He had just now began to accept the fact that he deserved a place in the history books, but as G'raha Tia? He ignored it though, because it seemed less important than the end of the world.

Ultima Thule was when she realized. The Omicron feeling lost and without self after their mission was accomplished sounded eerily similar to... just about her entire life. The best advice she had at the time was, "Who we were need not prescribe what we now hold in our hearts."

(Picture on it’s own post)

She promised herself that, when she came back (Because she still has the utmost faith in her wol) she would reinvent herself in a way that made her want to live for herself and not for anyone else. Not for her legacy as the last Allagan, or for her people in the First, or even for N'ephele. Just for her.

Dawntrail is the beginning of the rest of her life :)

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Frustration and Chocolate Kisses.

A/N: IM BACK!!  Here’s A little fic i wrote for @vbecker10 I hope you enjoy my dear friend. 

Paring: Winterfrost x Reader 

Word count: 536

Warning: uhh I guess just inappropriate use of chocolate  (kissing)

These are the things that were currently on your mind. Being an author online is tricky yet satisfying. Today however was not your day.

You had been excited about publishing a new work of yours to your growing followers, however upon opening your website it appeared to not be working.

So all afternoon you had been trying to fix your website. Emailing and messaging people to try and figure out what the hell was wrong.

You are starting to get more frustrated, and you stood up from your chair with a small yet loud huff leaving your lips.

Upon seeing you like this both Loki and Bucky knew you still have yet to solve the mystery problem of your website.

“ Still no luck darling?” Loki asked as he made room for you to sit in between him and Bucky.

“ No luck” you grumble out as you sat crossing your arms.

“It’s just so… ugh frustrating. Why did this have to happen today” you pout leaning back on the couch.

“ I know doll, I’m sorry we know how excited you were to publish today” Bucky rubs your knee in a way to comfort you. 

“ it’s just not fair” you lean your body into Bucky’s side.

A few seconds of silence passed before Loki got up from the couch making his way to the kitchen. When he returned he had cups of hot cocoa with him.

“What’s this?” You sit up asking as you grab a cup for you and Bucky.

“ You need to relax my love, you have done a very good job trying to fix your website but now you need to relax. You have too much tension” he spoke as he used his seidr to change all of you into matching Christmas pajamas.

“ I love the idea” Bucky smiled as he pulled you into his arm causing you to let out a happy squeal. 

“ Ohh, one more thing darling” Loki conjured chocolate for you. Not just any kind of chocolate, Asgardian chocolate.

You broke yourself from Bucky’s grip making grabbing hands for it. Your actions cause Bucky to laugh.

“ she always gets this excited and for what just chocolate” he shook his head.

Upon this, an idea popped into your head.

You take pieces of the chocolate popping them into your mouth, you let them melt for a second before you turn back to Bucky. You grab his face and place a heated kiss on his soft lips.

Your open your mouth a little allowing access for Bucky’s tongue to slip in. He can taste the chocolate, the taste of it automatically makes him moan into your mouth to try and deepen the kiss. You pull away with a smirk on your face as Bucky chases his breath.

“Now you know why I love it so much” you wink kissing his lips once more before grabbing your hot cocoa and getting yourself comfortable on the couch.

“ Cat’s got your tongue Barnes” Loki sinkers before placing chocolate in Bucky’s slightly parted lips. Loki leans down sealing a kiss to his lips then repeating the action with you.

All three of you snuggle on the couch as you turn on the tv and watch a Christmas movie. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Taglist:  @caothicshit​ @springdandelixn @hannibals-favourite-meal  @silverfire475​ @missvelvetsstuff​ @huntressandlioness1​ @huntress-artemiss​

[maythearo]

Hi, I saw your drawings of JamiKali Spider-Man AU, and I LOVED IT!!

How is this AU? And what do you think of JamiKali's Shipp?

OH you just reminded me to add the tag for this AU on other previous posts where I was chatting about it with ppl who sent me asks! The general tag for my blog is ".twst into the spider verse" if you want to check mine and other people's ideas on it in more detail over there!

Second question first: I'm not really into shipping im general, so idk, I don't think about JamiKali much tbh skdndwknd 🏃

And for the first question I'll take this ask as an opportunity to sum up some hcs I have for this AU 👍 but some important notes first:

I personally rather imagine this AU as a magicless/not-so-magic-central kinda world just for simplicity sake, but the rest of twst og lore pretty much remains the same.

I just talk abt scarabia here bcs they are my faves!

Since what inspired me to ramble about this AU was across the spider-verse, I do make a brief mention canon events and a bit of multiverse stuff

Also there is major character death here 🧍

Scarabia into the spider-verse, headcanons under the cut!

Earth 2506 - Kalim as the spider-man of his dimension. Can also be referred to as the desert-spider!

uhh (making up an origin story on the spot right now) considering he comes from a family of influential merchants, maybe they got a great deal to partner up with some sort of scientific corporation, to deal with the business side of their new technologies. Kalim was for the first time invited to one of the meetings, as the heir to the family business, it was about time for him to check in person how things worked on this field. In short, it did not end well. As they walked around the corporation's main labs, one spider subject went loose, and Kalim stood right under its web.

he's very fitting to be a spidey, considering his happy-go-lucky personality, he'd be the type of spider-man to mess around and have a lot of fun playing the role of a hero

(Fight goes silent)

Kalim: well! that was another easy adventure for spider ma-

(Big explosion)

Jamil is the first one to know about this secret identity of course. He covers up any potential slips, as to not reveal this secret to anyone else

One notable thing about spider-man!Kalim is that he can afford whatever hero gadgets he needs. Gotta fix his web shooters? Want a nice improvement on his hero constume? No problem. He got a fair share of contacts from people who'd easily do all of these for him. Even though it is Jamil the one who usually runs after this stuff in his place...

Canon event stuff being losing a best friend? Jamil in this universe actually becomes Venom (maybe he found a symbiote from the same lab the spider came from) and yeah they had to fight. Jamil probably snapped for the same reasons he got his overblot. And this is the part where Kalim learns that with great powers comes great responsibility...

What would happen next? Does he move on eventually after the fight? Will there be other villains for spider-man to stop? How will he keep the secret identity now that Jamil's gone? Well, these are great questions, because- (runs away)

Earth 1209 - Jamil as the spider-man of his dimension. Idk if he'd go by any other variant of a spider-man name

Now that I think about it, his own universe is probably an accidental breach from Kalim's. As in "what if Kalim didn't get bitten at the lab, and instead brought the radioactive spider back home by accident?" then when Jamil took Kalim's backpack he was the one to get bitten instead

Ace happened to be the first one to find out about Jamil's powers after an incident on a basketball game. Their dynamic is funny. It's not like Ace wants to be the "guy in the chair" but if Jamil's secret identity is ever at risk, he'd volunteer to help, no questions asked. And aside from him, Najma is the only other person who knows about this as well. The very moment spider-man made his first appearance in public she knew! She says it's a "sister instinct", or something like that. She'd even offer to help him and make him a proper hero uniform... but ONLY if he agrees to do all the house chores for her for a month.

Najma: you gotta say it first :)

Jamil: (sigh) callforbackup

Najma: what? :)

Jamil: .......callforbackup

Najma: come onn :)

Jamil: PLEASE just call for-

Najma: yeah I already called it :)

Perhaps spider-man!Jamil has a puppeteer-like skill that he can use to control a small number of people with his webs!

Leona could be a mentor type of character in this universe. Like Jamil already kinda looks up to him in canon, but this time they are a little nicer to each other loll and I only bring this up because there is no "uncle Ben" for Jamil to lose, but Leona is the closest thing he could have to one, so...... canon event. That also ties up to that spider-man story trope of the hero finding himself in the wrong place wrong time, by the side of the person they just lost, only for a third party to walk in and assume it was spider-man the one who killed them. Having people assume this masked man to have killed a person as prestigious as Leona immediately makes spider-man public enemy #1

And edit: just remembered the point abouve could be Kalim alternatively. Which would be even more tragic to think both Jamil and Kalim lose each other in their respective universes

But what do we do after that? How does Jamil redeem himself after this misunderstanding? What if he just gives up being spider-man? Well, uhhh these are also good questions.... look over there! (runs away again)

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ty for the answer ! i hope this request isn’t to hard to do lol <\3

maybe a vicious x reader where reader is awfully clingy with him? like they don’t care he doesn’t trust people, reader will just hug/cuddle/etc vicious any time ^^

thank you so much !! it’s a little hard to find but i love ur writing aaah !

Heyo! dont worry, it isn't, but you didn't specify, so I will assume you asked for Headcanons? Nevertheless, Im really happy you like my writing it means a lot. (Also, I am so so very sorry it took so long, I got really busy.) Now we got that over, let's continue.

General Vicious x Reader headcaons for a clingy reader

(Plus, some ranting on my analysis of this man).

(Brooding bitch)

●Vicious would be both surprised and confused by your behavior, but as he slowly gets used to it, he will be less whiney about it and more inclined to like it.

●If you two are alone, Vicious might let you play with his hair. This could be braiding it, styling it, or maybe putting flowers in his hair. Just dont tell anyone. It is your two's secret.

●The easiest way to make this man melt in your arms is if you run your fingers in his hair. It is also the easiest way to get him to cuddle with you.

●speaking of cuddling, I could see Vicious letting you snuggle up to him when he is at your place (or vise versa). Holding you slowly became one of Vicious's favorite things. In short, it makes him feel needed

●There are times when Vicious doesn't feel safe, possibly from a nightmare or getting a flashback, and in these times, he might hold you if you two are alone. Strangely, if you are in his arms, he feels like he can keep you safe and protect you better. Also, it does comfort him by making him feel more calm and secure, but if he actually thinks you are in danger, he will be up and on guard.

●He will definitely give you some sort of affection. The only issue with this is that he hasnt received or given a lot of affection in a long time, so it will be awkward at first.

●Vicious would be very confused about how to handle your clinginess. The most clingy person he had to deal with was Gren, but they were in war, so that one is self-explanatory. Granted that, once he gets the hang of it, he'll be able to squeeze you tight.

●That brings me to my next point. Besides his confusion, Vicious would never admit it, but he likes having you around. Although, you would need to give him his space form time to time.

●He would also tease you about your clingy behavior. He doesn't really understand why you want to be with him so much since well, to be honest, he knows he isn't a good person. Despite this, Vicious is very lonely (If you ask him if he is lonely, he will deny it) from how much self isolation he goes through, so you do fill a need.

●If you start to give someone else more affection or attention, Vicious will definitely get jealous. Though he will never say it out loud, because the fucker isn't good with emotions. He will just give the other person the death stare and hella judge them, and if you start to do it in front of him, it won't be long until he starts to place his hand on your shoulder, arm, ect . He knows he is a bit possessive (that's an understatement), but he doesn't really fix it (and care to fix it), or know how to ask for reassurance.

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So uhh well there are two sections to these Headcanons because I realized you probably wanted something a little more wholesome, but I was already too deep in writing this. This is less of Headcanons and just me ranting about my analysis of this traumatized man. Sooooo you dont have to continue but if do i hope you like it.

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(This is the face he would give me right now if he knew I analyzed him.)

●As I've said before in a previous post and up above, Vicious would one hundred percent be shocked by your behavior, now let me elborate on that thought. As a kid, he barely got any attention or affection, and when he got older, the only people he did get any from of affection were Julia and Spike. So naturally, Vicious wouldn't know what to do.

●I could imagine Vicious feeling a bit threatened at first. Since affection is usually an act where you have to be at least a little vulnerable, and obviously, being vulnerable with people isn't his strong suit. Which could bring him to be defensive and get a little hostile if you were to do it randomly or in public.

●Eventually, Vicious would get used to your affection. Although, he would be a little awkward in the beginning, but if you give him some time, he'd get the hang of it. Of course, absolute melt behind closed doors.

●However, his response to clinginess is where it would get interesting. While I do think he would have a similar response to clinginess as he would to general affection. On the other hand, I think it would have a bit more twists and turns. He would still absolutely feel threatened, but his reasons for being so vary a little. One of which is that he would not understand why you are doing this and why you want to. He might even think you may have some ill intention with it.

●despite this fact, he would be less hostile and more cranky to the way you cling to him. He might grumble, but he won't complain. Ultimately, Vicious would like having you around. He would come to find having someone give you an extreme amount of affection, and attention is actually sweet. He definitely would like the fact that you follow him around like a lost puppy because it makes him feel needed.

●Once Vicious starts to realize he does infact like your affection and clinginess, not only that but crave your presence. Vicious would feel some sort of attachment to you and likely push you away out of fear of getting hurt again. He would try to cut things off (possibly in a horrible way). Any form of attachment makes him terrified because of what happened in the past or perhaps what he'd tell himself, "A means to an end" and "Just distracted me from my work," to try to forget the actual genuine relationship you two had.

●Obviously, this very well would ruin the relationship, but if you were to be persistent and continue to cling to him, it might result in a really bad fight. One of the ways Vicious would only realize that you truly care about him if he had made you cry in said fight. Which two things could happen.

●The less likely option would be if Vicious went to comfort you (bitch boy realized he fucked up bad) and just ended up breaking down with you. After both of you finished your crying session (it would would be a first in a very long time for Vicious), you might be able to salvage the relationship.

●The more likely option would be Vicious walking out because he did realize he fucked up, but now he has no idea what to do. (Dont worry, he'll have a mental breakdown at home, so you get that for revenge). He is absolutely horrible at apologies, so he will avoid you. Heres the catcher though, he will repeatedly send you gifts at your door as his (shit) apology. When you confront him about it, he still won't know what to do, but you two may have a chance of in some manner solving the issue.

●Where you take some, you also lose some when it comes to this man. if you are able to be civil with each other and keep the relationship, congrats, you now have a guard dog, but you also have a bastard who is very overprotective. As He would take care of you now because he knows you do care about him, he would also be doing it to get you to stay. Vicious doesn't occur me to be very verbally manipulative in the moment, but he is situationally manipulative.

●He would never admit it, but he does need you and is petrified by that fact, and he is still worried you will leave him one day (as you should). So maybe subconsciously, he will do everything in his power to take care of you. The more you rely on him, the more you need him, and the less likely you will leave. (It is sad)

●It isn't all bad, though (kinda). Some of his actions are genuine. Contrary to popular belief, Vicious does have heart, but he doesn't use it often (fucking emotionally constipated bastard). In his own twisted way, he does deeply care about you. However, I would personally reflect on what he is doing and why before making sure if it is genuine. Good luck, though! You'll need it

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If you got to the end of this rant, I just wanted to personally applaud you. 👏 Good job, honestly, I dont know how you did it. I did really enjoy making this, though!