#can u imagine living in a world where he doesn’t exist

[edsbacktattoo]

they really popped the fuck off when they put together Edward Teach. they looked at Taika’s big brown doe eyes and said put tattoos on it. now a beard. give him delicious grey streaks of hair. they really built the perfect man and then to top it all off they made him gay. what the fuck

[delayed-affection]

if u feel comfortable writing about it could you maybe write and imagine about joe burrow and him being their for his girlfriend whiles she’s struggling with a depressive episode thank u in advance 🤍

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Joe Burrow x reader

Warnings: depression

Word count: 1.1k

It comes in waves, one day you’re fine and happy but the next you want nothing more than to just be gone.

You’ve done everything that they’ve said to do; you’ve gone to therapy, taken the pills they’ve prescribed you, tried to get back into the things you’ve loved before but nothing has worked.

You’ve managed to live life without breaking down in front of everyone, in front of Joe.

He knows about your struggles with your mental health but there’s only so much that he can do for something he can’t control and knows so little about.

He’s seen the days where you struggle to get up and do the simple things in life and it kills him to see you like that. He just doesn’t know what to do when it gets like that.

And today was one of those days, you managed to pull yourself out of bed and to work but it was the hardest thing to do.

All you wanted to do was go home and rot away, hoping that tomorrow will be better, that you won’t have to bully and force yourself out of bed.

But it wasn’t, it was worse.

You woke up today feeling like absolute shit. A wave of fatigue and exhaustion hit upon waking, washing over you like a cold and heavy blanket as your eyes open.

The mere thought of getting out of bed is almost too much to bare right now, every muscle in your body feeling like a lead weight.

There's no motivation here, just a deep-rooted desire to fall back asleep and go back to the peace and comfort of dreams.

You wrap yourself up in the blanket lying in bed, the room is pitch black with the only light coming from your phone that lights up every once in a while with a notification.

You haven’t gotten up since you opened your eyes, however they weren’t open for long. You force yourself back to sleep, wanting nothing more than to be in an unconscious state.

You wake up a couple hours later and feel way worse.

You felt completely lethargic and mentally wiped, and you couldn't think of anything that could stir them out of this state.

Feeling like a zombie, just going through the motions and barely functioning at a most basic level. You felt like you were just existing, not truly living. Everything seemed pointless, and you couldn't find the energy or desire to do anything at all.

You begrudgingly sit up, trying to fight off the feeling that's been weighing you down. You don't have the energy to do much else but try to cope with your feelings.

You sit there on your bed, feeling overwhelmed by the sense of hopelessness that has consumed you. It feels like nothing will change and you’re just waiting around for things to magically get better.

You find yourself spiraling deeper and deeper into a dark hole of despair and there seems to be no way out.

You lie back down with a huff, feeling completely defeated. Wishing it would just go away and you could finally be happy.

But it doesn't look like that's going to happen any time soon. Closing your eyes and you try to block out the world, hoping that maybe things will be different.

You know deep down that nothing will change. You are stuck in this state and have no idea how to escape it. You just feel hopeless and resigned to your fate.

You can hear the front door open and close, Joe is home. Laying there silently, you listen to the sound of his footsteps coming closer to the room.

You feel anxious and nervous, unsure of how you should act when he walks in. Should you just keep pretending like you’re asleep, but you also know that you need to face him.

You’re afraid that he'll be angry or disappointed with your lack of motivation to do anything.

The bedroom door opens, and Joe walks in cautiously. He can tell by your breath and movement that you’re awake, but he decides to act as if he doesn't know that and gently sits down next to you on the bed.

He doesn't say anything at first, just gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder letting you know that he's here. He knows that it can be difficult to communicate when you’re in this state, but he wants to let you know that he cares and supports you.

You feel your heart melt a bit at his gesture and you can't help but lean into him slightly, seeking comfort from his closeness. Feeling slightly embarrassed and guilty for not having the energy to do much lately.

You can’t help but feel like you’re letting him down by not being more productive or active. You’re glad he's understanding and patient, but you feel like you’re being a burden on him and that you should try harder.

Hearing you start to cry, he immediately holds you close. He lets you cry without trying to stop the tears or make you feel bad about them. He just holds you gently, letting you let it all out and offering a strong and secure presence.

He reassures you that it's okay to cry, and he just wants you to feel better. He's there for you and he's not going anywhere, no matter how bad things get.

He wants you to know that you’re not alone, and he's there to support and love you no matter what.

He continues to hold you until the crying subsides, feeling you calming down as he does so. Once your tears have stopped, he pulls you close again and strokes your hair lovingly.

He wants to make you feel better, and he knows that sometimes you just need physical reassurance and comfort to feel more at ease. He just wants to be there for you and make you feel like everything will be okay.

You begin to relax in his arms and feel a bit better.

"Everything's going to be okay, baby, I'm here for you." He whispers placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You sigh as you lean into him, letting your mind go blank.

He continues to whisper to you, "I love you and I'll always be by your side, no matter what."

He keeps whispering these words of encouragement and love, and you can feel your spirits starting to lift.

It feels good to have his comforting presence so close to you, and you feel supported and reassured by his kindness. He continues to hold you close as you breathes out a deep breath and relax.

You feel safe and supported by his love, and your stress and anxiety slowly begins to fade away.

You start to feel better, way better than you did before, and you’re grateful that you has someone so understanding and supportive like him.

[hanasnx]

hi!! do you have any thoughts on ruling the galaxy with anakin?? padme is way better than bc i would have joined him in a nanosecond

i mean look at HIM

bro i would’ve FOLDEDDDDDDDDDDD

immediately. no question i

if that makes me the worst human alive, fine, cos i’ll be the worst human alive sitting on a throne next to the loml alright anything for true love 🤷‍♀️

the first picture you sent me always gets me 🫠 like something about that messy hair and big grin that makes me think we just fucked. THOSE FUCKING SHOULDERS i’d ride them if i could i wanna be tall.

the second one??? i wanna lick up that treasure trail like the nuns did to him in virgin territory. i’d live down there if he’d let me

ANYWAYS u asked me for my thoughts so i’ll spill em cos i really do just wanna be his pillow princess of the galaxy

you meet his eyes, those blue eyes you’ve cherished so much, and a strong wind blows through you, inspiring you to take the leap, knowing if you didn’t, there would be irreversible consequences. “okay.”

he expected you to have.. a little doubt, maybe even a few doubts. “what?”

“okay, let’s go. whatever we have to do, do it now. i don’t want to stay here a minute longer.”

☥ i do believe that by making that decision, you saved him from a world of pain and from wearing the darth vader suit (as much as i love the suit, and think it’s hot when he wears it, for this we’ll talk about suitless vader)

☥ ruling the galaxy is not what you expected, but you know it could’ve been a lot worse. this was the way you felt would be best, in order to keep your lover intact after the events that transpired at the jedi temple.

☥ palpatine you didn’t expect either, and he’s not pleased with your presence. having used your and anakin’s love to manipulate anakin, he’s unhappy that you were not caught in the crossfire, and he had no use for you. now you exist as vader’s “lapdog” and he has yet to find where you can fit into his grand plan to work the best in his favor.

☥ i do think you’d have a hand in asking anakin about palpatine, to the point where he’d question him as well. i feel like one the reasons palpatines got such a hold over anakin is the fact that anakin’s alone, and has no one else. while you’re with him, i feel like it’s only natural your doubts would rub off on anakin, and he’d begin to question palpatine’s role in his own life.

☥ okay but enough about that pos emperor, i wanna get to the good stuff.

☥ now that there’s no jedi order, vader would feel no need to hide what you have. he’s the biggest and baddest in the galaxy, who’s gonna tell him no?

☥ i think he likes it when you tell him no

☥ something about trying to refuse lord vader that gets me 🥵🥵 “so, my wife refuses me? odd.”

☥ um you didn’t ask for spicy parts but i’m physically incapable of not including spicy parts

☥ like you get to wake up in the morning with the love of your life, who does almost nothing but tend to your every need and desire. food, protection, clothes, everythings guaranteed for you, and he makes sure you’re comfortable bcos he has the galaxy in the palm of his hand.

☥ the way he’d love being called lord vader by you when he’s knuckles deep inside of you early in the morning

☥ ask him for another honeymoon he’ll make arrangements immediately, bring you to a remote planet under the guise it’s “military reconnaissance” to his subordinates.

☥ “you wanted another honeymoon, my love? have i been neglecting you? come here, my star, i’ll make reparations.”

☥ his devotion in canon knows no bounds, so i can only imagine it transfers over. yes of course he has other responsibilities, but when he has time for you he loves to prioritize it, take care of everything else so he doesn’t get taken away from you. of course, there are plenty of times where he is taken from you, and id imagine some skirmishes come with that as well

“ever since this happened, it’s like you don’t have time for me!”

“it’s no less than when i was a part of the jedi order. i cannot ignore my responsibilities because i am in charge.”

you sigh. “you are in charge,”

a puzzled look flashed on his face, he responds hesitantly, “yes, i am.” wary about whatever you’re planning as you creep up to him. place your hands at his chest, run them up and over his shoulders.

you hum in affirmation. “you’re good at taking care of everything. so capable, so strong,” your hands love down to squeeze his biceps. he leans into your touch at the praise.

“yes, yes,”

you lean in, and he recognizes it as you forgiving him. when he closes his eyes, he chases your lips and furrows his brows when you’re not there to meet them. “except me, apparently,” you tease, and push off him to take your leave.

of course, your lover can’t resist a challenge, and follows after you. “are you really so unhappy with me, starshine?”

“i’m beginning to think you can’t handle me.”

something snaps within him, and he strides after you, intent on making his commitment to you known.

☥ to be vader’s princess, what a dream

☥ the jewelry, the dresses, the gifts he’d send for in order for you to live in luxury. i feel like he would try to keep you in an ivory tower (like he’ll let you leave if you want, with some protests and insistence he accompanies you bcos of his enemies) but if you don’t mention leaving, he’ll do whatever possible to make sure you never want to. he wants you as close to him as possible

☥ ruling the galaxy, you don’t do much ruling, you’d have the privilege of living your life in luxury, because that’s what darth vader knows you deserve

☥ would be really cool if he offed palpatine for you and took his place as emperor

[toinfinitywinning]

What you see & hear- or even if you can. Just a cover.

Open it? There’s no tellin’ the worm. But you bought the ticket. It’s your Day 1.

They’re gonna try to break you.

Yk every Day I wake up. And I’m scared of it. Don’t want to. And not b/c im warm in my bed snuggling w/ my feather duvet and rain, with the weight of a horse on my legs play pretending he’s a 3 lb Show shhnowzaa but b/c I’ve already, already lived it. And having been in a constant State of fight or flight, normal or abnormal, sometimes u can’t tell —I still feel bad. W/e differentiation you had to separate the two both ended up at the North Pole but you’ve at least got Santa.

So this means I’m confused all Day but I still want some of Michael’s Secret Stuff Gatorade (haterade) from “welcome to the space jam—alright.” 🎵. To get me through. A safe energy drink. And your body doesn’t ☊ anymore so the more you talk to yourself the saner. It’s just I’ve never had to fake I’m physically okay to be present so much. Physical sickness affects ur mind Health and if you already struggle w/ that my condolences b/c your leg hurts too.

It’s a nightmare never 1-upping to a dream of being without. Then some days it’s will hear a song or remember a Good time or just Start crying-faucet not included. No acute-reason onset. (We gotta find another word for trigger no joke). I only subconsciously wonder will today be better…Will I get better? And I don’t know why I continue to continue being somewhere inbtw positive and negative. All the sudden my mind is taxed and so are your paychecks and I’ve been up for 15 minutes not even thinking I was thinking b/c Truth is, when something becomes your reality for such a Long time, everything just runs together. You’re afraid to feel anything yet know if you don’t it’s not just your body ready to atrophy. Not Good. And it’s a sneaky lil’ mf.

I can’t Imagine the omnipresent (best word for constant I got) Pain people feel having been with Illness their whole lives. How differently their world is shaped. Pain, prolonged cynicism, Illness prolonged, disability prolonged, w/e u used to think about things is gone unless you’re born one of these ways. Now to be clear I was born this Way but not THIS Way don’t get it twisted. Some days I wonder what it would be like to swap around. W/e it is—This presence does not belong to God— but maybe its mere existence really does b/c we won’t have anyone to thank if things get better? And there’s no joy in the things we’ve hoped for and overcome? And everything always has an End result of some kind…Right? If that’s my endgame I can only look at some things very matter of fact-ly. But. Here we are. Pending. Loading. Accept All Cookies. Your Health for potential healing is At the mercy of literally a button click away from quality or lifesaving or changing Medicine or therapy. CAN YOU AFFORD TO STAY ALIVE? Be fired? Bankrupt-ed? Evicted? No college, no trade School, but you work ur butt off to provide but you’re still paid $7.25/hr as I was as head intramural supervisor at Georgetown College. 15 years ago. Not just that, exist, like eating, clothes to wear, some sort of roof. So you’re choosing between crappy and crappier. Literally no difference. How in the is someone even going to try to stay healthy?!

Thankfully I don’t have to worry as much about the material, which, its Stress alone induces more trauma and Anxiety, but I’d bet how we feel physically isn’t too different. All the sudden again in the subconscious where I am all the time I’m figuring and not truly present you really think existentially like how in not God’s name clearly did I get here? I fixed everything. But Life isn’t played by a claw that has never won anybody a teddy bear. I wouldn’t pin karma to me in itself but it sure makes you think.

None of this is about to make sense but it’s where my mind took me.

Think about what was happening in your Life before things changed. Before literally waking up one Morning and knowing that very second things had to change or I was headed toward death a lot faster than I thought until that God moment. I don’t have many of them that are that dramatic but nothing was clearer to me in that moment. And then that Damn bat and conspiracy crap of government population control. If anthrax was sprinkled in Amazon boxes we’d be extinct. But Pretty sure we know how to get rid of people without breaking a beaker or test tube and then turning on a fan just gifting particles. And Unraveling ALL of the many ways of healing I’d finally lived into. I was so close. To every Fk up id invited. And so asking why anymore seems vacant. Echoing. And my ears hurt. ATP I’m More so saying well, I’m not sure that strategy is going to work anymore. Where’s the ღ in Health. It’s lost it. How much are you worth? No, like write down a monetary number on a piece of paper, fold it and slide it across the desk. Insurance companies be like: I see your offer and I’ll raise your offer: have you tried dying yet? B/c you could save a lot of money that way. The money it will take to bury you might even be more deadly.

So The most defeating part is beginning the Day as it ends. When I think about that it’s just like how did I get here? I’m still stubborn about it but maybe regardless of w/e someone accomplishes there’s the reality you’re still living in an imperfect world where you can only control so many things. Even if u gain that control back all those traps R still available. So you can Imagine my surprise when there’s not enough OCD to Go around to control THIS. regardless of what we can have control over, do that, b/c the smaller victories become magnified and walking to the kitchen to take your Meds that may or may not be helping is like an 8-ball w/ only 8 options. Eenie meenie miney. Mo.

I don’t set out to cry or tear up in the videos I share. I’ve always been a cryer. I’ve been told I feel things more intensely so it hits different, does different. The direct quote will remain anonymous but the sentimental pack rat in me wrote it down ASAP. Like, a handwritten letter. You took TIME for me. The quote—It was several years ago and I almost can’t stand it b/c it’s me in whatever kind of Shell is available at the time.

[“people perceive me as an individual who has the kindest of all hearts, but who struggles with the realities of life given that kindness…Like how the tenderhearted feel the pains of the earth more intensely.”]

It’s so true. But if I can’t be real what Good’s that gonna do? For me it further affirms what I already am living. In Edgar’s scary A** pit or with the company of not one canary in the coal mine.

C’ya in the AM. 🫡

[tf2fansderogatory]

any engie or demo hcs no topic whatever u want😍😍

engy:

from bungus:

quietly nurses a hyperfixation on cowboy boots, and to some degree leatherwork in general. ain't the best at it, but he's perfectly content to read books about it and infodump whenever convenient. it's just one of the side effects of where he grew up. he has a few pairs of standard cowboy boots he wears to battle and another few pairs he saves for marginally more formal occasions, that're shinier and more ornate. they also make spy roll his eyes every single time, without fail; that's a nice bonus.

cowboy hats are cool and all, they help keep off the shade more than much else does, but he sorta wishes his team would stop buying them for him every time they get him a present. he already owns so many, and all he really needed in the first place were the three or four he bought himself. he's from Texas, he gets it. it can't be that hard to just go buy a box of cookies or a candle or something instead, can it?

(it is that hard, apparently.)

(from lems)

engie is probably the only person on the team asodes from heavy and maybe spy who can be trusted in the kitchen without supervision. hes in charge of making lunch and dinner depending on the day of the week and not even the best food in the world would be able to beat his lamb chops and mashed potatoes. not to mention his bbq food too thats why hes always in charge of the grill

definetly knows how to herd farm animals. not because he lived in texas but because i imagine that most of his life was spent on a ranch where they had tons of space to test inventions. hes got a few sheepdog at home (one of them is a golden retriever named soda and this totally isnt a hlvrai refrence) as well as sheep and a cow.

(from Ikea)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: prescription goggles. when he’s working on machines- both when his dad was teaching him and when he makes them on his own- he spends most of the time with his face and eyes really close to whatever part he’s messing with, which made him nearsighted. he *could* own a pair of glasses and goggles and swap them out, but it’s easier to just do both in one. plus, they both let him see far away and keep his eyes protected on the field

he also has ✨back pains✨ from being hunched over so much and from being old. he, Medic, and sometimes Demo regularly go to the Teufort massage spa together

he’s said many times that “a steak place that offers A1 sauce doesn’t serve good steaks, because they rely on the sauce to make it taste good.” this is both his literal philosophy for food and a metaphor for his philosophy in life

demo:

from bungus:

actually knows a good bit about wine. doesn't care about the prissy keeping-up-of-appearances, that said; alcohol exists to be drunk. savored maybe, if you really want, but don't get all uppity about it. god forbid if you do that thing where you swirl it around in your mouth and then spit it back out. you damn monster.

cries a lot. everybody else swears he finds it fun or something. he cries at the sunrise and cries at the sunset and cries when he sees small animals and cries when he gets a hug and, mostly, cries for no reason in particular. Demo himself will equate it to all of his love for everyone and everything gushing out of him, mostly through his eyeballs. everyone else thinks it's fucking annoying and a little sweet, in that order.

is a master at various kinds of Scottish folk dances, but only when he's drunk.

this goes for a lot of things, actually.

(from lems)

ive probably said this a lot (maybe not) but he knows how to make his own alcohol. when you live in the desert and have only scrumpy, youll eventually get tired of drinking the same stuff. he makes top quality drinks and sometimes gets requests from spy for various kinds of wine

(he did bother sniper for his family moonshine recipe. getting it in your bloodstream is different than actually drinking it!)

could be a chemistry teacher if he really wanted to but i think hed rather lose both eyes before that happens. kids are nice and all but the wage is kinda shit and he doesnt want to be sued when a kid loses an arm while getting too close to something he told them to stay away from.

loves small animals would definetly keep a pet cat. sadly the cat would probably die in teufort and i dont think demos mom wants cat fur all over the mansion.

(from Ikea)

like I said before, he sometimes goes to the Teufort massage spa with Engie and Medic because ✨back pain✨ from hunching over a desk while making bombs

he loves giving hugs, especially as a celebratory thing. his hugs are somewhere between Heavy’s and Solly’s- an encompassing bear hug that’s almost bone-crushing but in an incredibly affectionate way

is insanely good at trumpet and trombone. I’m talking clean, clear high notes, perfect slides and scoops, impeccable growls, rich sound, more than capable of giving a piece some groove- an actual legend. he and Sniper LOOOVE playing jazz pieces together

[spacepigfanclub]

Theory Blurb #1 - What if the Watcher said “Fuck the Dyrwood” and never went there

After a long writing and “generally-anything-that-wasn’t-a-reblog” hiatus, I’m back as a way to de-stress from my finals

I would also like to both thank and apologise to the members of the Pillars of Eternity Discord server for having to endure my brain farts lmfao

[TW: death, lots and lots of death, lynching, suicide, everyone having a really really bad time]

...Short answer, the Dyrwood is capital “f”  F U C K E D

A bit longer answer, the fandom’s weed blorbo and the elven blorbo with anxiety, as well as the entire nation of Dyrwood are doomed. Everyone’s wellbeing depends on that one funky little gremlin that hoards pets and is not allowed any drugs due to seing ghosts while clean/sober.

Let’s get to the biggest issue at hand first and then get to various miscelaenous things.

So, starting off, the moment the Watcher decides they want to, as an example, settle down in the Living Lands instead... there’s no one in the Dyrwood to actually stop Thaos from continuing Waidwen’s Legacy. He can actually carry out the mission with none of those depressed meddling kids getting in his way and manages to empower Woedica and discredit animancy in the Dyrwood with little to no resistance.

He likely doesn’t even need to continue the Legacy for much longer, since the entire nation is on the brink of collapse. Even if Thaos leaves and the Legacy is no more and the Dyrwood doesn’t fall into anarchy like Defiance Bay did after the Animancy Hearings, they will, and I mean 10000000% CERTAINLY WILL have to deal with a massive demographic crisis.

PoE1 takes place in the year 2823 AI. Waidwen’s Legacy, meanwhile, began less than a year after the Saint’s War ended, around 2808 AI. This gives us 15 years of the vast majority of births in the Dyrwood being Hollowborn births. Not all births, since there are kids like Gordy and Saeda, who are perfectly fine, but more than enough to really matter in the long run. 

Even if the Legacy stopped and every adult in the Dyrwood got to doing the horizontal mambo like there was no tomorrow, those new births would not offset the effects of Waidwen’s Legacy, which would be felt for years to come.

As a result, the Dyrwood’s demographic pyramid would look a lot more like that of a modern day first world country... in a fantasy setting. Granted, they do have guns and some pretty nifty tech, but it’s still a fantasy setting and they only just began industrializing AT BEST. 

The only good things that I can think of here is that IF Thaos decides to end the Legacy soon after empowering Woedica, he will no longer need to divert souls. And because of the return of souls, the Dyrwood will have good harvests once more (since they were also struggling on that front if you take into account that one quest with the miller in the Gilded Vale). Everything in Eora needs soul power to work properly, plants included. 

So, we got a nation that would surely undergo a demographic crisis in the following years, where the spirits are low and there’s this aura of despair and suffering. Granted, all this exists in canon, but here it doesn’t get resolved by the Watcher. No extra kids from Hylea. No empowering the living populace by Galawain. Everyone has a Bad Time™.

And there is one nation that tries to take advantage of that by making things worse for the Dyrwood. The Vailian Republics. 

I imagine that things would go the same way as in one of Pallegina’s endings, namely the one where she bocomes Ducess Spireno’s personal guard. The tribes of Eir Glanfath and the Vailians sign the lucrative af trade deal, cutting out dyrwoodan competitors and the Dyrwood cannot do anything about it. The Dyrwood becomes the favorite chewtoy of the Republics, and they look not that better off than Readceras. 

Actually, Readceras might be better than the Dyrwood, because at least they got their pride back thanks to Adaryc and the Iron Flail.

Obviously, that would lead to the escalating tensions between the Dyrwood and the Republics. This could either result in a future war, which the Dyrwood would lose, and futher humiliation or other niceties. Or the Vailians would start thinking about “helping” the Dyrwoodans by making the crumbling nation dependant on vailian exports. As a treat.

Even if Thaos doesn’t kill Duc Aevar and Eydis Webb during the Animancy Hearings, the duc would still likely be ousted from office. The Vailians could then install a pro-Vailia puppet, leading to even more Bad Time™ down the line...

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Misc. Section:

Aloth never gets therapy and gets beaten by drunkards from his introduction scene. He then either leaves Gilded Vale soon after and becomes a recluse, or enough people start talking about “some Aedyran asshole that is acting hella suspicious” that Raedric hears it and arranges him a HANGout spot in the middle of the settlement. ...ok, I’ll leave now.

Speaking of hanging out, Edér is another solid candidate, judging by his introduction scene alone. Homeboy also never gets therapy or answers regarding Woden. 

After the birth of his Hollowborn son, I imagine Raedric would become even more paranoid of Eothasians. And since there ARE rumors in the Gilded Vale that Edér is a follower of Eothas, or at least that his late brother was one... he may better book it out asap.

Kana never finishes his thesis on the Tanvii ora Toha, or at least tries to get through the barrages of spirits up above and the monsters down below on his own. I believe he would, sooner or later, have to either abandon his dream or hire a whole ass merc group to help him if he actually can do everything without the Watcher’s abilities. 

Though, on a more positive tone, perhaps this could make him meet Aloth and Edér without the Watcher’s help, though I suppose their dynamic would be different compared to the actual game.

Bloody Legacy is never finished. Aelys Harond is never rescued from the Skaenites and the ritual is completed. Everything goes on the same way as when the Watcher begins the quest, but never fights the Skaenites or wipes Aelys’s memory, AKA she returns to her uncle, kills him and then herself, causing an uproar.

Heritage Hill is never cleared of the undead. Saeda Valtas is forever locked in the quarantine zone and either dies of starvation or is found and eaten alive by her undead family/neighbours.

Simoc, Vela’s guardian, eventually finds a gullible fool that would get him the baby-made potion. Vela either dies, or Simoc’s son finally decides to kill his father. 

Raedric never gets killed as long as he’s staying in his hold. Once Thaos empowers Woedica and leaves for a new mission, Waidwen’s Legacy would misteriously “dissapear” and Raedric would be seen by the remaining populace of Gilded Vale as a “hero”, just like in one of his endings.

Maerwald eventually dies and Caed Nua becomes even more of a ruin that everyone avoids like the plague. Since there’s no one there to conveiniently repair and pimp up the keep, Lord Gathbin never bothers to leave Aedyr for the Dyrwood.

Stalward either remains a backwater, or they do indeed get help from someone else. Maybe an adventurer reactivates the Forge and everything’s well... until the Eyeless arrive and Adaryc decides to occupy the place and succeeds, giving way for an era of relative prosperity in Readceras (for the first time ever, actually). Adaryc would try to find a way to destroy the Eyeless menace, as he is the only other Watcher that we know of, the only other person that gets the message that shit is about to go down.

He either succeeds or gets martyr’d trying, but would have a delayed response due to him thinking it is all Dyrwood’s fault. 

If Adaryc and the Iron Flail succeed in wiping out the Eyeless, but at the cost of Adaryc’s life, then get ready for the Cult of Saint Adaryc, the Second Coming of Eothas, to spread like wildfire across Readceras.

If they DON’T succeed though... say goodbye to the entirety of the Reach.

[starsofmilos]

Need Each Other (Adrian Chase x witch reader)

Request: it's been a few months since witch!reader has met with older adrian and maybe thinks it might be a nice idea to jump universes again with her meditation but her dark magic goes haywire and she ends up in a different universe, one that older adrian doesnt seem to be in. she ends up seeing an alternative version of herself, a villainous one yet one who is also misunderstood. this version of y/n did it all for her adrian, the adrian that died. normal witch!reader realizes that there are certain things that this alternative version of her and older!adrian have in common. witch!reader ends up talking things through with this version of her and bringing her into older!Adrian's world. alternative witch!reader ends up seeing a new perspective on things, the good side and even seeing a side of older!Adrian that she never saw in her adrian. few months later, og witch!reader visits them both and sees a happier side to them, a happy life they've built for themselves. another version of her and adrian that's happy. please? thank u.

Very long but super psych to write this!!!

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warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, witch craft, violence

It had been a few months since you learned well technically accidentally traveled to another universe. You hated to admit it but you missed Adrian. 

Well not your Adrian. The other Adrian you had met. The sad grumpy old man. You had told your Adrian everything that had occurred between the two of you and oddly enough he seemed more than fine with you wanting to go visit him.

“So you’re positive about this?” Adrian nodded as you both cuddled on the couch. 

“Yeah I mean I kinda get it...if I met a version of you I knew needed me I’d wanna go see her when I could too.” You smiled clutching him tighter.

“I don’t think a version of me without you exist Adrian..I don’t think I’d be able to live if I didn’t have you.”

“Never say never dude. I say the same, but obviously a version of me without you does exist..I can’t even imagine what he goes through everyday.” You sighed as Adrian nuzzled your neck.

“So you’re totally okay with me visiting him then?” Adrian nodded.

“Dude at the end of the day you’re just seeing me and I know you’ll come back..please do..Even if this other version of me is way hotter don’t leave me please.”

You laughed nodding. “I won’t even though you older is hot. You’re like a dilf.”

“If I’m a dilf older you must be a milf.” Adrian grinned hearing you laugh. He gripped you tightly. “Anyways I know you’ll come back..and when you do I will be here fresh from patrol so we could maybe..” 

“For sure. I’ll need it after seeing older you.”

“Hey! Just because you’re visiting doesn’t mean you can have sex with him!”

“I’d let you have sex with an older version of me.”

“No- Wait you would?”

You nodded, “Yeah. If you really wanted too.” Adrian went silent before shaking his head.

“No! No! I just want you!” You laughed as he blew a raspberry on your cheek.

“Don’t worry I feel the same...”

Later that day, Adrian kissed you knowing where you were going while he was on patrol. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know..be safe and come home.”

“You too dude.” Adrian smiled at your words kissing you. “Please don’t have sex with older me. Kissing and hand stuff fine, but no sex.” You chuckled as he joked with you only being half serious.

“It’s you. Do you really think kissing and hand stuff won’t lead to more?” Adrian hummed.

“You’re right. Don’t do any.” You nodded with a playful smile as Adrian grinned putting his mask on.

“Be safe pretty girl. Love you!!” He ran off without another word.

“I love you too..” You whispered into the air locking his front door. Lately most of your time was spent at his place. It kinda felt like you lived there with how much of your stuff had been there.

Part of you wanted to ask Adrian if you could move in, but another part of you wanted to just wait for him to ask you. You took off to his bedroom lighting the candles to begin your meditation process. 

You were excited, but also nervous. Hopefully Adrian was doing better since the last time you saw him. He was a wreck and rightfully so. You couldn’t imagine a life without Adrian.

Grunting a bit, sweat grew over your eyebrows as you begun to feel your body and the room shake. This was way different than last time. Something was interrupting trying to pull you away by force. 

Something was terribly wrong. 

You fought it hard, but in the end were no match for it. The last thing you could hope for was that Adrian would be able to find you when he came home. 

“Shit..it worked..”

You opened your eyes in shock seeing Emilia sitting in front of you. “Emilia?..”

“Y/N...is it really you?” You looked around in confusion. You were in Adrian’s home, but it was destroyed. Emilia looked relieved and hopeful in a way.

“I am Y/N..but I’m not-”

“I know you’re not my Y/N. This is what I wanted..I never thought I could do magic, but the spell actually worked!” She raised a book to you showing it to you. 

It was your spell book. 

“How did you get this-”

“I broke in and stole it. I needed it. We needed it. We need you-”

“Did it work!?” You jumped seeing Leota and Chris run in.

“Holy shit..” Chris muttered in shock as you scrambled up backing away from them. 

“Okay okay! Hey it’s okay calm down!” Emilia reassured you. 

“I summoned you. I used your spell book because we needed you..”

“You needed me?! Wait wait! What is going on?!” Chris chuckled a bit nervously.

“I told you she’d freak out.”

“And I said I’d explain it!” Emilia bit out sighing.

“Look I’m sorry. You probably don’t wanna be here, but I summoned you because it was necessary. We are in a tough position. There is something out there actively trying to kill us and you are the only person we realized could stand any chance against her.”

“Who?” Chris sighed heading to the window letting you see the destruction of Evergreen. 

Everything was destroyed to ashes. The skies were gray and it was so dull. 

“What happened here?”

“You did.” Chris told you with a sad smile. 

“Me??!! I would never-”

“We know.” Chris reassured you patting your shoulder. 

“Have a seat we’ll explain everything.” He led you to the ground pulling out a granola bar to share with Emilia. Leota sat down sighing.

“Where’s John?”

“Back at our hideout..We have to wait till he could come get us when the coast is clear.” Emilia closed the curtains shooting you a small smile.

“So what happened? Why did I?..”

“Nearly kill everyone? Well you didn’t mean too...We know you didn’t, but you..Y/N there’s no easy way to say this, but you’re not you completely right now. You lost control.”

“Well where’s Adrian? He knows what to do in this situation-”

“He’s gone.” You raised an eyebrow confused. 

“What do you mean gone?”

“Vig..Vig died protecting you.” Chris spoke up.

“What?...”

“Adrian died a year ago and right after you were okay. You kept it all in until one day you snapped after someone wrecked your shop..”

“Oh...” Your lip trembled a bit in shock. 

A version of you without Adrian did exist and she was a monster.

“So what did I do exactly?..” You clenched your fist angrily. You hated this version of yourself. This was your worst fear come true.

“For one you saw Evergreen..you completely killed anyone who tried to attack you. Constantine couldn’t stop you..No one could. We’ve been trying for months Y/N..We just want our friend back and for everything to go back to normal..”

“I miss my wife..” Leota muttered out as Chris nodded.

“I miss Eagly..” You grew teary eyed seeing how exhausted your friends looked. Adrian would hate this. Why didn’t this version of you stop? Why did she do this to the people you cared for?

“I..I’m so sorry..” You hiccuped a bit wiping your face. You didn’t deserve to cry. You caused them this pain.

“I came to the realization the one strong enough to stop you might be you.” Emilia raised the book.

“So you broke in and stole it..” She nodded with a heavy sigh.

“Yes so please..Help us.” 

You sat quiet as they all awaited your answer. It didn’t take you long to make a decision. 

“Okay..I’m in. Where am I at?” Emilia grinned.

“It’s great to work with you again. Even though the person we’re taking down is you.”

“Oh we’re not taking her down. I’m gonna kill her.” You stood up grabbing your spell book opening the closet in Adrian’s destroyed bedroom. Some of your old supplies laid in the back.

“I’ll get ready. You guys do too. I just need the cover to approach her.” 

You needed to win this fight for them and to go home. You wouldn’t be able to live knowing you let them die here with this version of you.

Grasping your bag tightly you walked out seeing John look in shock as you climbed into the back of the van.

“So are you sure about the whole killing yourself?” Chris asked a bit apprehensive. You nodded.

“Well I just don’t think you deserve to die. We get it Y/N all of us have lost something and you..well you lost a lot. It kinda makes sense why you went berserk so just remember that when you see yourself.” 

Staying silent, you nodded once more taking what Chris said into consideration. “If there’s any chance I see to help her I will..but if she’s too far gone..She needs to die.”

Emilia nodded, “I agree. I hope you’re not too far gone.”

“I hope so too.” 

Once you arrived, you hopped off the van seeing the woods destroyed. It made sense why you were here. This was your comfort spot. Without giving it another thought, you walked out making a beeline for yourself.

“Wait-”

“You guys stay here..You fought long enough. I’ll do what I can.” You gave them a reassuring smile tossing a small bag towards them. 

“Protection hex. Don’t lose it.” They nodded wordlessly as you started your hike. 

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” John asked a bit worriedly.

“It’s our last hope.” Emilia whispered out gripping the bag you had tossed to them. 

You panted a bit out of breath. You’d been walking for a good hour already and have yet to reach the clearing. “It shouldn’t be this long..”

Waving your hand, you sighed seeing ruins. “Of course I’d cast a spell to make it almost impossible for someone to reach me..”

Quickly snapping your fingers, you took the ruins down with ease seeing the path suddenly become clearer. 

“Got it..” You smiled a bit walking ahead. Stopping for a small second for a drink of water, you choked as it was suddenly shot out of your hand.

“Who the hell do you think you are taking my fucking ruins out?...” She trailed off seeing you. You stood with a small glare tilting your head.

“Cat got your tongue? Very rude of you to knock my water out of my hand I was thirsty.” She shook a bit as you dusted yourself off.

“How the hell did you get here? And who exactly are you?!”

“Can’t recognize yourself. Are you that far gone?” She turned away.

“I’m giving you one warning..Leave.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You will leave right now!-”

“No i will not! You and I both know why I’m standing here.”

“Who summoned you?!”

“Does it matter?! You need to be stopped so I will fucking stop you!”

“I don’t need to be stopped! I just want to be left fucking alone now!!” She waved her hand sending you flying.

You grunted landing roughly. “Now get the fuck out of here-” 

She gasped as you sent a hit back at her. “Not without you. You’re either coming with me peacefully or I’m killing you where you stand.” 

“Then I guess you’re killing me! I refuse to go back and to stop! Evergreen has to fucking pay-”

“No they don’t! You’re choosing this-this violence!!”

“Do you have any idea what I’ve gone through!? How much pain I am in every fucking day?!” You sighed as she shook hands growing black.

“I know..I know the pain you have gone through, but losing him doesn’t justify any of this-”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ME?! OR MY FUCKING PAIN?!!” She cried out sending a hit for you.

“If you did..You wouldn’t be here..Obviously you still have Adrian..You don’t know what it’s like to be fucking alone! To wake up every fucking day without him by your side! To know he is never coming back! And it’s my fault!! It is our fault!!”

You clenched your fist, “I understand more than you know..I’ve seen a world for Adrian without us in it and he is just as miserable...but he is not killing people who don’t deserve it!”

“They do deserve it! Years of tormenting me?! Who are you to judge you don’t know the full story!!”

“Then tell me!! Help me understand why you became this way!? A monster!”

“No! I am not a monster!!”

“Did you enjoy destroying everything?!” 

“Maybe I did!!”

“You didn’t stop to think for a second right!!”

“I’ll fucking kill you!! Stop!!!”

“You think Adrian would like to see you like this?!!”

“STOP IT!!” She screeched out sending hit after hit at you.

“Please just go!!!” She cried out as you landed roughly grunting in pain. Sitting up gripping your side, you shook your head standing up.

“No..I can’t do that..I made a promise to our friends here they wouldn’t have to fight anymore...”

“I never hurt them!”

“You might as well have! They’ve been trying to stop you! Putting aside everything to help you! You repay them by destroying everything in sight!”

You gripped your side tightly glaring at her. Part of you was scared. This was a version of you that was unhinged. Had no control. She could kill you and from the look in her eyes she wanted too.

“I need to do this!” She yelled out. “You don’t understand what happened!! He died in my arms! He took the hit for me!! The towns people...they killed him!! They were trying to kill me and surrounded me and Adrian took a hit for me!! They killed him!!”

She cried her legs shaking. “I lost it after! They deserved what happened to them! I don’t regret it for a second-”

“I wouldn’t either..but there has to be a limit. There were people here that did nothing..Children!”

“I didn’t hurt who didn’t have it coming to them!”

“You nearly wiped the town out!” She laughed a bit.

“Not nearly..I’m not done yet! I’m destroying Evergreen then never coming back..”

“I can’t let you do that.” She nodded with a bitter smile.

“I know..It’s a shame..Your Adrian will learn to live without you.” Your eyes widened as she sent a strong hit towards you. Jumping you barely made it looking in shock as the hit destroyed a tree completely.

Clenching your fist, you stood up sending a strong hit back. 

Emilia looked in shock seeing blast of lights from the bottom of the hill with everyone. “C’mon Y/N...Please..” She whispered out before screaming a bit as you flew landing straight on top of the van.

Panting you forced yourself up seeing the other version of you stalking towards you. Her hands glowing that black light. Eyes red. John got out of the van with Chris helping you up. 

“Get out of here..” You told them. 

“No! we’re not leaving you-”

“I’m not telling you again!! Get the fuck out of here!” Your eyes flashed red a bit as you yelled. She was stronger. Her powers were in more of her control. She learned not to hold back.

You yelped as she threw another hit to you. You managed to catch it sending it back. How did you end up in this situation?

You were just trying to visit Older Adrian..

Wait Older Adrian..He needed you. She needed Adrian.

An Idea sparked in your head a new plan forming for you. She would not die. Not when you now had a solution to help the two. They both would understand the pain of losing each other. 

“I’m getting her out of here.”

“What?!!?”

“I know where I can take her! She won’t be a danger here and it’ll help her!! Now all of you get out of here!” Emilia looked in shock as you threw your bag to the side readying yourself.

“Go..I promise she’ll be okay. We both will.” Emilia nodded giving in. 

“Okay..” Chris shook his head.

“We can’t just leave her-”

“We are.” Leota called out. “We can trust Y/N.”

Chris sighed patting your shoulder. “Don’t die.”

“I won’t now all of you go.” You sent yourself flying. You needed to get close for this. 

“I wanna help you! Let me!” She screamed out jumping on you to attack. You grunted as she held her hand over your face. 

“I need you dead!!” You grabbed her hand shaking your head. 

“Let me help you!!” 

“No! Fuck you!!” You fought her hands off crying out when she put pressure on your wound. 

She smiled a bit raising her hands. As you looked at your self about to kill you only one thing was going through your mind.

Adrian.

You saw a life for Adrian without you. You saw how miserable and your Adrian..Your Adrian would have no explanation where you went. He just would be alone.

Adrian didn’t wanna be alone again. You promised to come home. You needed to come home. Yelling a bit, your eyes completely turned red pushing her off of you. 

Her eyes widened seeing you throw hit after hit at her approaching her. She tried to crawl away blocking your hits yelping as you jumped on her. “We’re leaving!” 

“What?!”

“You said I don’t understand your pain!! You’re right I don’t!! But I know someone who does!!” You lifted your hand casting a quick spell sending you both away.

You both yelped landing roughly on Adrian’s livingroom floor. She stood up holding her hands out on guard. You took shaky breaths struggling to reel it in and stand. She really got some good hits on you. 

Adrian ran into the living room shot gun in hand towel around his waist. “Y/N...” He dropped his gun running to you. 

“Holy shit you’re hurt-”

“I’m fine..” You panted shaking him off pointing to the corner. “Help her..”

“Dude you obviously need help-”

“Adrian for god sakes! Do you need hearing aids!? I’m fine!!” You shrugged him off standing up seeing yourself back to the wall hand raised.

“Where the hell am I?! Why is Adrian old?!!!” You raised your hand trying to calm her.

“Hey calm down you’re safe here..” You grunted almost falling over. Adrian looked in shock. 

“Y/N..what the fuck is going on?!” He barked out angrily seeing the other version of you look at him in slight shock.

“Adrian..” She whimpered looking away shaking. You sighed finally feeling your powers calm down along with her. 

“I-I...Where am I?” She cried out scared. You turned to Adrian.

“I need your help..She..Adrian she lost you. I can’t help her, but you can. You both know the pain of losing each other..” He shook his head still baffled by all of this.

“Look make some tea..I will explain everything..” You took a seat seeing yourself shake still.

“Follow Adrian and help him.”

“No! I don’t want too!! I wanna go home! I can’t look at him! I c-can’t!” 

Adrian sighed heading to her grabbing her hands not fearing the magic on her fingertips. “Calm down.”

“No! I don’t know where am I-”

“And I don’t know what’s going on. I get it. You’re scared and the sight of me scares me. I’m scared too and confused, but freaking out is not changing a thing. Now calm down.” 

You smiled a bit seeing him slowly bring her down. He gripped her hand tightly as she began to cry falling to the floor. Adrian caught her gripping her tightly.

“It’s okay..Come on sit down and take a breath..” She nodded finally listening as he took off making tea and getting changed.

“Adrian is so..old..” You nodded. 

“I know he’s hot still though huh?” She looked down laughing a bit.

“Yeah..I’m still confused where am I?..” You sighed feeling slightly bad for just up and grabbing her away from her home.

“This is a world where Adrian lost us..”

“What?!” You nodded seeing her eyes widened in shock.

“I know. Crazy. In this world we died protecting Adrian. He had to hold us while we died. I came here a long time ago by accident and met him. When I met you, I was trying to come back here and visit him. He..needs us.”

She stood silent taking in all the information. “How long have we’ve been dead here-”

“Sixteen years.” Adrian’s voice cut her off. “Two weeks and seventeen hours.” 

He smiled bitterly. She looked away as he sat the tea down for her to drink. “It’s your favorite drink up.”

“Thank you...” Adrian sat down looking at you for an explanation. 

“Adrian this is me. She is from a world where you died protecting us.”  He looked at you in shock.

“You’re joking right?” You shook your head.

“I wish I was..She lost you in her arms like you lost us..I needed to bring her here, because I realized there’s only one person in the entire world that could help her well us. You. Adrian Chase. Our best friend and lover.”

He grinned a bit looking down in thought. “Okay I’m in..”

“Wait wait! I am not!” She yelled out angrily. 

“I..I don’t wanna be a replacement to him for the me that died!”

“We never said that!” You yelled out grunting a bit grabbing your side.

“Look. I can’t help you and you can’t destroy Evergreen-”

“Wait you destroyed Evergreen!” Adrian looked at her in shock. She shook looking away. 

“They killed you! You would’ve done it too!!” She cried out clenching her fist.

Adrian shook his head, “I did worse when you died.”

“Wait you did..”

“I went on a killing spree..Not caring about who I was killing. I get it.” He gave her a reassuring smile. She sighed looking away.

“Look..I just really needed someway to help you both. I’m not saying date, but help each other. I know you both could. Adrian is our best friend and he even though he is older..He still is Adrian. Just a bit grumpy. Which is good maybe you could make him less grumpy.”

She glared a bit as you stood up. “I’ll leave you both to discuss some more..If you need me, Adrian you know how to contact me.” 

You smiled shakily taking off. Landing softly on your own floor, you gasped still gripping your side reaching for your phone needing help.

“Hello!!! How’s my witchy?!!” You laughed hearing him excitedly cheer into the phone. You were glad to be home.

“I need help..”

“Y/N.” Adrian grew worried hearing your heavy breathing. 

“I’m sorry to cut your patrol soon my love..but I think I’m bleeding out..”

“Holy crap! Oh shit!!! Hold on!! I’m on my way!!” You smiled nodding.

“Adrian..in case I don’t say it often I love you. I love you so fucking much..” Adrian panted running trying to make it home.

“Just hold on!!” He yelled out racing home.

Once he arrived, Adrian patched you up as you told him all about your travels. “How do you know she won’t just end up hurting more people there?”

“Because you’re there..She needs you as much as I need you. I know if there’s anyone can help her..It’s you..” He sighed kissing your forehead.

“If I see her it’s on sight.”

“Adrian-”

“She tried to kill you!”

“She’s not herself..She’s not a monster..” You grew teary eyed gripping him. 

“I could be her if I ever lose you so please don’t think so negatively of her..” Adrian sighed kissing you.

“Hey. I wasn’t saying anything bad about her props to her for killing the people who took me away from you. I’m just angry because she hurt you. Nothing is more important to me than you.”

You smiled a bit shaking in his ams. “I love you so fucking much..I never want you to be without me or have me without you. Both of us are so fucking sad without each other. Adrian I don’t think I can do it-”

He shushed you smiling, “You’re never losing me..You never have to worry about that,”

You nodded gripping him tighter. “Okay..I trust you.”

After that experience, a small part of you was scared to see them again. You wanted to check on them, but at the same time felt scared. That was a version of yourself you could relate too. If Adrian ever died...

You probably would do worser than what she did.

But you knew you needed to see to know you no longer had to worry so with Adrian supervising, you took off. Landing a bit roughly, you stood up dusting yourself off jumping feeling arms around your waist.

“There you are...come back to bed..” Adrian’s sleepy voice muttered in your ear. You grew flustered hearing his deep morning voice. Older Adrian was hot.

“Um...I’m not your Y/N..” His eyes widened as he jumped off of you seeing you. 

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!”

“No no don’t be!!” You laughed nervously. “I’m assuming you’re both doing well..”

He chuckled a bit nodding. “Yeah we are...I didn’t mean for it to happen but we..”

“No I know..I get it I feel the same way about you. It’s hard not to fall for each other again even if it in another universe..” He grinned nodding.

“Yeah..we opened your bookshop again. Uh we also well-”

“There you are I came back from the restroom and you were gone...Oh..It’s you again..” She whispered out in shock, You smiled at her.

“You’re doing well..I’m glad to see that..” She smiled nodding.

“About before. I’m sorry-”

“There’s no need to apologize. I get why you did what you did. I’m just happy to see you both happy.” She nodded with a grin.

“I’m hoping you’re happy as well?” You nodded eagerly.

“Oh I am. I finally moved in with my Adrian.” She smiled hearing you.

“That’s good..um I hate to send you off-”

“I get it..You guys please take care..Also you are so fucking lucky! Older Adrian is..”

“Oh I know! He is way more experienced older too.” She winked as Adrian stared at you both in shock.

“Okay goodbye you both..be happy and take care..I’m glad to see you both happy.”

You smiled once coming home seeing Adrian waiting patiently for you. “Everything okay?” 

“Everything is perfect..I think no matter what universe it is Adrian we are meant to be..” You kissed him softly gripping his face tightly.

“I love you.” He grinned kissing you back. 

“Ditto..” 

[kuroshirosb]

uhhh anything on nate? (<- question being asked by the nate guy)

HII MEL THANK U FOR THE ASK. Sorry for this being really disjointed.

Nate. My friend Nate Torta. And Bianca Farren’s little buddy and also Meloetta’s bff. has a twitch channel where he probably does SM64 speed runs. Imagine him doing this (flashing lights and loud warning). That’s Nate.

Both he and Rosa represents both humanity’s blindness to past events and how bias affects our perception of the world, as well as how meeting people can change our biases. As well as humanity’s will to overcome, both in different ways. (the aspertia trio and the bw rival’s arc center around manifesting Hilbert’s will and wish for both his childhood friends to live normally again and the betterment of the world. Guys who exist in the story through others)

It’s hard to describe his role in the story but like. He’s the child of team plasma members and is fully in denial about them being as bad as they are. He was present for the final confrontation between the battle subway and team plasma but got away and goes out of his way to justify team plasma’s actions some times. Partially to justify his parents to himself so he doesn’t doubt they were right (even if he starts to falter)

But Bianca has him change his way of thinking by making him realize even spreading misinformation and lying to both yourself and others can cause more harm than good even if it’s in the pursuit of your ideals. (Essentially Nate is “don’t trade the truth in favor of your ideals.” Rosa is “don’t trade your ideals in favor of your truth.”)

He has a deep friendship with meloetta who he found washed up on a beach. And his journey with it to help it recover its memories and sing the relic song once again

[stitchthesewords]

Hi hello that new story is rotating at rapid speeds. For once Grian is the one who doesn’t remember? I ADORE that. Scar being Fate is so so cool. Of course he would be the one holding them together while watching them fall apart. It just works.

And Mumbo knows? Did you specify how he knows? I was too in shock about Scar trying not to let their strings break and being literal Fate. How many times has Scar had to explain this to Grian? How many times has he not remembered? What made this time different for him to WANT to be reminded?? So few words have sparked so many questions. I am so here for this au.

Yeeeees I really wanted to play on the idea of Grian Knowing about the Life Games and change the rules - Like. He's still a Watcher - but I'm thinking in this au, if it weren't for SCAR huh, huh, he WOULD only be Watching the Life Games. Scar [And, Mumbo] have an incompatible set of....idk. Godliness???????? Magic????/ And it overrides Grian's Watcher abilities methinks. I'm still ironing that one out. Also poor Scar, someone get this man a cookie, he's desperately holding everyone together [Well - him and Cub, I imagine the Vex thing also being a cover up for disappearing for long stretches of time to Fix Strings{which, btw, I think they only mend them for a certain amount of time or for a number of tears EXCEPT for Grian and Scar and Mumbo bc the man can be a little be selfish and desperately cling onto his soulmates if he wants to}]

So here's what I'm thinking with Mumbo [And Xisuma and Etho] - they are a trio called colloquially as the Brothers of the Void - they themselves don't have a name, but if Scar upkeeps the strings of fate, they upkeep all forms of the Void - The End, the Overworld, the Nether, and this sort of between lives that Scar maintains, along with the afterlife. Mumbo specifically is the Overworld and the realm Fate occupies [which is how and why redscape is already A Thing.]. Xisuma is the End and Etho is the Nether I think, and I think one controls the afterlife and maybe one controls the like. Before??? Life???? idk man I'm spinning them in a salad spinner rn.

Scar and Grian don't have this convo EVERY time Grian dies, I imagine most deaths are pretty mundane because like, hermitcraft as a server [Which, this world is sort of The Game Minecraft but not. Like, they respawn? But its not like a game. Its like they just die and wake back up usually, even Scar or Mumbo. Different servers and worlds are just different universe bubbles people can travel between,,,somehow?] but Grian's participation in the Life Games as the Creator of them is...maybe in direct defiance of Fate itself thanks to Scar. Grian made them to feed his Watcher powers maybe?? and like yes he KNOWS that its Bad to kill/watch his friends die but he has to do something or he'll....idk fade out of existence???? And Scar, being mildly grumpy at having to participate maybe dragged Grian into it himself and so I think every death in the Life Games holds this sort of weight to it. Where Grian wakes up in this place he doesn't belong and won't remember and then flickers back to respawning like he's supposed to. Except - he never remembers, and Scar isn't usually there at the same time, so it's only maybe...once or twice? They've crossed each other's paths. Maybe the last death in every life game. Like maybe Scar waited for him in 3rd life and uhhh im ngl i do not remember the order in which they died in last life it's been a minute B U T regardless.

The thing that's different, I think, is watch Scar literally for their bond back fron the brink, watching him mend it, weave the fibers back together, force them to hold strong, refuse to lose Grian like this. Because, idk, I don't know about you but if I watched the dude who I definitely have a deep and profound love for I was just soulbonded to fight to keep our REAL soulbond together I would absolutely be like "find me and tell me".

[mexistencey]

Smalltalk with the Universe

“ Life is a game. The rules of the game are the rules of mathematics and logic.

The token pieces can be explained by biology, and the game board is made up of physics and chemistry.

Which laws shape the goal? The imagination and creativity. » – Ventusator

In other words: Life makes no sense, the universe and we came into being by chance, and this sympathetic Mr. Chance has kindly left us a few rules to deal with. Or maybe not.

What would cause some headaches and existential for some normal beings, makes others now fear of raising the question of whether what this author says through his writings is also true.

Well, why are we not asking me, but the universe. Objection ?

We humans: “Hey, universe! »

Universe: «Hm? »

W: «Yeah, uh, we wanted to ask you a few things. We don’t really understand ourselves, have tried to examine you and explain things to us, but as soon as we find something that makes sense, another question arises, such as this dark matter – what is it? »

U: «Chill! Man, calm down, and tell me what you want first. »

W: “Well… well, we don’t really know that ourselves. At least most of us don’t. Some don’t even ask because they don’t understand the meaning of asking. »

U: «I see I see. Bad luck bad luck. Unfortunately, nothing can be done about that. Then I’ll be gone, have to procrastinate and do something like that, maybe create a new galaxy or something. Who knows… “

W: «Wait! And you just leave us here like that? What about our questions? What’s the meaning of life ?

U: «Take it slowly here, who said something about meaning? I don’t act because there is a specific reason or something, I’m just bored! You humans also do that when you are bored: You create something, sometimes in the hope that it will bring something. And then it turns out: No, it’s pointless. For me, your creation was reversed. While I was throwing your universe together, everything went according to plan …

So first came the laws of logic, then mathematics. At first I thought like this: „Hm, if I let a zero exist, there won’t be anything, right? Wrong, then there would be nothing but ONE number? Well what is ONE? Another number? Wow, that’s something. How many numbers do I then have in total? TWO ? Interesting … What if I were to do this indefinitely, time doesn’t exist anyway … Wait a minute … »

U: Yeah, and then your universe came into being. From mathematics I deduced some laws of physics so that you have something, what you can stand on, what you can play with. Somehow that gave rise to chemistry – don’t ask me why, that was a while ago – and then biology. Seasoned with my latest invention – Time – it was one of the best recipes I have ever put together. And then the first living things came. I left that to chance, my best buddy. I’m not quite sure where he could be right now…. Probably in your world, he likes to haunt around and make you believe that there is such a thing as miracles or supernatural … (laughs) Quite my sense of humor.

W: «Ha-ha, very funny. Do you actually know how many coincidences have cost people their lives? The Bermuda Triangle? The curse of the pyramids? Some died from cars accidentally driving past on a road that was usually never run by cars. And that’s what you – no – YOU BOTH call humor ?! »

U: «At least we think it’s funny that you still believe and hope that there would be such a mutual coincidence, everything that happens makes sense blablabla …

However, if you think that coincidence is only responsible for the bad, I would like to remind you that the sperm that made it to the egg cell was just as coincidentally faster than the rest of the colleagues. That there were also – coincidentally – properly acting people present who prevented a suicidal person from jumping clumsily on the rails at the wrong moment. Or what about your belief, religion? By chance, this person appeared to be a messenger, or a saint or something. Weather phenomena, such as the parting lake, caused by pure physics, led the great mass of people to form and maintain a belief that will surely give meaning to many future generations and prevent themselves and others from suicide. “

W: „… So you mean to say that there is no God?“

U: „Oh God, the crucial question … Listen, my answer to your question is: No! I don’t mean that I see myself as a God and that you should believe in me and so on. I am only here so that the laws that I created for you apply in every situation, even those that you do not yet understand, and assign them to chance … But the God most of you imagine is also not entirely correct. Ask yourself the question: What is life? “

W: „You’re not helping us that much, we’ve asked that question a thousand times!“

U: „Then I’ll explain it to you: You can sum up life in all of your senses. As you know, yours and most species have the 5 senses: sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing. But also the brain, which converts all these stimuli into information that you can perceive, quasi translates. As with the computer … whose potential you still don’t use all of it? Human! What did I take you for ?! Not even your economy is going as it could be better! What are you doing with your schools please ?! Now that I keep looking, it would be time for … 2020!

W: „Is that a code or something? For the end of the world? „

U: “So to speak. But not so bad that you would all die. I have planned something else for this … „

W: „Different topic please!“

U: „My pleasure! Where was I….? Ah yes, God and such.

If you imagine all of your senses, and thus all of your information, as energy, what would be the sum of these energies? Correct!

All experiences, be they of people or all other living beings that I have designed, are, to put it in solid terms: life. You don’t know anything else!

All you can logically judge is what you experience. So your senses, your experiences, and memories are all you have. This is your god. And – to put it bluntly: the sum of all gods is the god in whom you believe. Whether he / she has a gender for you, or is called Allah, Buddha, or whatever, what you believe in is what gives you a goal.

In conclusion, it doesn’t matter what you believe in or what your goal is, because life doesn’t make sense anyway! So, have a nice evening. Here I’ll give you a few stars, then it’s evening. “

W: “B-But that was just so nice! About the experiences, and memories … How can you destroy all that just like … that? Don’t you have any feelings for us? “

U: „…“

W: „… what? Hello?“

U: „Feelings were not foreseen for your kind.“

W: “Excuse me? What do you mean by that?“

U: „Actually, I wanted to bypass the topic, but because you obviously want to know about it, here you go:

Earlier I explained to you that everything was going according to plan in your world. The plan was to create a random world and then, well, just wait and see. The first small animals emerged, a few million years later there were animals on the land, a few million years later, and there were a multitude of animals that you named dinosaurs.

Then my friend Chance came back into play, without further ado wiped out the entire living dinosaur population because he’s got sick of the constant howling of the Triceratops, and then many, many years went by again, and then a few living things, this time eating bananas, came up sitting by the tree, and constantly stroking and playing other animals.

Chance and I loved to watch how our formulas created a world, and things happened to our whim and beyond, because the still very small young mother nature was very clumsy at the time and made mistakes over and over again.

Chance helped some ways of life not to die from natural disasters, because sometimes little nature was so confused that it howled and walked, much like you human babies. Well then, what I’m trying to say is:

If you had no sense of survival, you would no longer have a sense of real desire. And consequently no longer any meaningful will. „

W: „And what do we want then?“

That’s the question we’re asking everyday. Are you capable of answering it?

For me, personally, I have to admit that I often experience a little existential crisis, when it comes down to my own desires and wishes… Can anyone relate? :‘)

Btw, just think of Mr. Chance as Mr. Coincidence, i mean the same thing, but „Mr.Chance“ just sounds more appealing imo.

Btw = By the way; imo = in my opinion, for those who didn’t want to search it up themselves ;).

Well then, I hope you guys had fun reading this little existential dialogue. Can you think of more questions we could ask the universe? Let me know in the comments, I’d be curious, and maybe… just maybe, I’m going to write a second scenario, with some of your questions included.

Welp, that’s about it for today!

I wish you a very wonderful day, stay curious and…

Thank You for Reading!

[wonderloste]

ON ANOTHER NOTE i think it’s fun to stress that the jabberwock is not and is never meant to be read as a villain, he is in fact 100% written with the intent of being a COMPLETELY misunderstood force in wonderland. there is not a singular part of his story that is actually read as villainous, because like. from his point of view, the sacrifices he’s making to wonderland are to keep an entire world from dying. and not just the land itself, but the people, the creations, the creatures, the lives. and that’s why !!! darcy being the big bad tm reveal is SO IMPORTANT, because like. imagine ur reading this as an actual otome and u don’t have me on the dash spoiling everything for you right, you spend like 20+ routes with everyone telling you to beware the jabberwock, he’s evil, he’s going to kill you, he’s a dark force in wonderland, the creator but also the nightmare, etc etc etc, he’s framed as the villain this entire time but then u play that route and the mc gets to know him and it is. exactly the opposite of everything they’ve ever been told up to that point.

the jabberwocky is tragic and empathetic and apologetic. he does not want to kill anyone, let alone alice, but he has to, because he’s literally faced with the decision OF letting all of wonderland die or save this one singular person. and yeah he can be knocked on for his own self fulfilling prophecy of writing alice’s sacrifice as fate into the stars, but it’s established in his character that despite being “”””””””god””””””””””, aleister doesn’t know much about the world he created because it took on a life of its own. he doesn’t know if fate can be rewritten! but he’s SCARED to try bc imagine he fails. what then? everyone in wonderland dies. the light dies. the world dies, the land dies. wonderland goes back to eternal darkness, MAYBE he dies with it or maybe he goes back to being the sole existence in that realm and he has to start from scratch, but it’ll never be the same. in route b it’s even less on his shoulders because it’s VALENTIN’S fault for never telling him where the original alice was so that he could permanently save everyone and AVOID having to kill innocents.

the theoretical plotline of doing aleister’s route before darcy’s is because darcy drops the bombshell of himself being the villain in the end, AFTER alice has kinda figured out that aleister isn’t, and never was. the red queen is a distraction and the jabberwock is a red herring. oops ! should’ve kept your eye on that wily white rabbit ! nothing is as it seems in wonderland and all that.

aleister, once he’s convinced that destiny can be changed, destroys the stars for alice (on all good ending routes) and begins to re-weave them into the sky from scratch without writing alice’s fate into them bc he no longer believes fate to be a necessity. in the end, his own route / relationship with alice (whether romantic or platonic, across all routes) is entirely devoted to giving alice the choice of what to do with their life, future and path. darcy is the exact opposite because he takes away alice’s choice (sans the good ending) and says either you’re going to let me kill wonderland for you amicably or i’m going to imprison you and you can deal with the consequences afterwards bc you are coming out of this alive whether you like it or not

ANYWAYS !!!!! I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS !!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ^^ mer!sugu-centric!polycule anon here (this feels genuinely like a code i’m crying… uhm what about 🐟 anon?? if it isn’t taken, ofc!) just dropping to say thank you for liking my silly idea and answering! <33 i was getting a little worried with my previous anon because for a whole day i even thought ‘oh……….. what if i didn’t press ask? and i didn’t send it?’ which is very funny because it had happened in the past (yes…….. i’m dumb like the fish emoji 🐟🐟 no thoughts behind the eyes, just gloo gloo gloo)

SO !! I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I READ YOUR ANSWER AND THAT YOU APPRECIATED MY IDEA TTTTTTTT AAAAA it made me so happy! thank you sm for your kind words :,))) i thought to drop by to thank you only, but your answer just made my brain go crazy with new ideas!! you said that i could basically rant about it, so i’m really sorry, but i’m gonna accept the offer!! 🙏🏼

I COULD SEE THIS SOOO VIVIDLY satoru gets slapped w sugu’s tail and he scowls at reader all offended bc he takes his pearls VERY seriously…. silly little fish man. AND WAHHH THE SLOWBURN OF IT ALL….. sugu realizing he appreciates their company 🥺🥺🥺

THE TAIL SLAP 😭😭😭 i giggled at that because suguru totally WOULD! i also imagine that when geto is a little annoyed by the silly fights between reader and gojo, he would use his tail to splash water at them with a sassy face because “………are you two done now?” 🤨 and oh the slowburn :,,) it’s one of my favorite tropes ever so it’s almost in any fic idea of mine, but i genuinely feel it would hit differently here because when i think about it, this story is like patiently building a sand castle to me. where each character has an unique role and in this case you see their dynamic shifts from something funny/a feeble desire guided by superficial liking to a deeper understanding, accepting each other’s differences, building a safe and respectful bond for each other. i believe that when you pair slowburn with characters with unique traits (in this case mer!sugu), it becomes something much more tender and captivating! 🥺🥺🥺

anon r u perhaps a writer….

this deserves a whole point for itself because HELP?!2$:!/&:$:@/ WHAT GAVE IT AWAY??? TTTT i’ve only written a piece for bungou stray dogs on ao3 so far but that’s really it! so i don’t consider myself a writer :,) ……. aside that, i’m pretty much new to read/write about jujutsu kaisen lolololol ANYWAY—

mer!sugu getting melancholic at the passage of time :((( tying it to his underwater existence is soooo clever too !!! it feels like he associates gojo and reader w the sun …. warmth …… and i think that shifts so easily into love

genuinely crying :(((( i like your thought! because it makes more sense that he would associate both of them with something warm like the sun, and it ties better with the whole depiction of mermaids sunbathing on rocks imo!! in my mind it was the same thing but with the sky itself. it’s a bit difficult to explain so i’ll try to do my best! when i was writing the first anon i thought about mer!sugu seeing the night sky in gojo and the morning one in reader. i guess it’s because the sky imo is what best we have closer to a window. one that links our world while giving us a glimpse of what was happening beyond, a glance in the past in short (hence the universe, because the more the stars are far away from us, the more its light is older) while also giving us two very different performances.

so now that i’ve clarified this thought of mine, how does it apply to this situation? i think that to mer!sugu gojo is the night sky because night it’s the only moment we can see the sky at its rawest point. and to mer!geto, gojo is nothing more than a bundle of honest and raw emotions— because he is able to break through the surface (no pun intended! but….. eheh…….more points to me bc suguru lives underwater, far away from the surface where everything is shiny and clear so he knows there’s much more to gojo that he probably doesn’t show), which is pretty similar to canon!stsg. gojo it’s a window without a shutter, unapologetically shining and not hiding anything from suguru’s stare, the only one who seems to pinpoint and name each constellation that thrives in gojo’s persona.

meanwhile reader is the shutter of the window. the morning sky, the filter that covers the stars from prying eyes with soft and gentle shows with the complicity of the clouds. but not because they hide something, but because they’re shining too, so so bright that it’s nice. it’s warm, it tickles the skin covered in sea salt and reaches all the way to the water to help the marine environment thrive. again, mermaids are always depicted sunbathing— so purposefully seeking the sunlight, the same way mer!geto would actively seek for reader. a soft soul that tend to every little thing in our planet but holds power, attracts and is needed to prosper. also i think it works perfectly in this case because both the sun and the moon have an influences over the tides :,,) so the three of them actually influence each other in a very specific manner the same way gojo, reader and geto influence each other! it’s a respectful and balanced relationship where they have to always work together.

god……….. that was embarrassing………… i yapped too much, sorry. just the last thing and i promise i’m done!! for real!! 😭😭

okay but i do imagine that merfolk have really specific courting processes AND that they’re possessive by nature so i’m just imagining that in this au… 😵‍💫😵‍💫 […] …..giving them both his scales to wear as some kind of jewelry to signal to the other merfolk that these humans are his…. i usually don’t like the idea of sugu being overly possessive but i think it works well w the merman au :33

YOUR MIND‼️ like, seriously!! giggling because i always liked the implication that suguru was a little shit like gojo in canon, though in different fonts (which i tried to incorporate in the way he intentionally doesn’t tell gojo&reader that he has accepted their courting to enjoy the show a little more). SO!! maybe it could be used again when he gives them the scales to ‘mark his territory’ 🤨🤨………… maybe reader and gojo appreciating the gift but being utterly clueless at the same time, so they meet one night and try to brainstorm the meaning behind it since suguru won’t tell them! just to reach the definitive conclusion when they see mer!sugu splash water to a stranger that was asking them the directions to go somewhere…………………. idk, my brain is fried now sorry TT

AAAAAAAAA i’m sorry :(( i yapped too much about it but i’m really growing fond of this au. again, really thank you for answering my first anon <33333333 hope you have a wonderful day/night mwah!!!!

🐟 ANONNNN WELCOME TO THE FAMILY did u know the fish emoji is one of my favs ……

first of all U R SOOO SO WELCOME PLS….. tysm again for dropping the concept into my inbox bc it rlly did make me insane 😭😭 second of all i’m sorry for taking so long to answer this it got kinda lost in my drafts :’3 IT WAS A PLEASURE TO READ THOUGH never apologize for yapping!!! we r all yappers here <3333 aaaa i’m so happy u liked my response to ur ask too!!!! sugu’s tail slaps make me laugh sm… i feel like he would do it alllll the time and it would get so annoying….. he’s a little bit of a brat <33 AND HIM SPLASHING WATER AT THEM IS ALSO SO GOOD he’s so funny….. permanently making this 😐 face while they bicker and banter

AND I SOOOO AGREE ABT THE SLOWBURN it’s one of my fave tropes ever and i’m also so weak for the tenderness of it all T—T aaaa the sandcastle metaphor is so good too ….. themed to the sea and all!!!! they’re building a little sandcastle together and making sure it doesn’t get knocked down by the harsher waves :’3 (both figuratively AND literally bc i do think reader and toru would love making sandcastles…. sugu joins them and accidentally knocks it down psvdkdjdj)…..

this deserves a whole point for itself because HELP?!2$:!/&:$:@/ WHAT GAVE IT AWAY??? TTTT i’ve only written a piece for bungou stray dogs on ao3 so far but that’s really it! so i don’t consider myself a writer :,) ……. aside that, i’m pretty much new to read/write about jujutsu kaisen lolololol ANYWAY—

HEHEHEH I KNEW ITTTT >:3 u just have such a way with words!!! would love lovelove to read some jjk fics from u one day <333 AND OOOOH BSD what character did u write for 🐟 anon…. 👀 extremely important!!

BUT WAHHHHHHH the whole thing abt the night sky and the morning sky….. the window and the shutter……. PLS don’t apologize my beloved anon bc u literally gave me a fullcourse meal for free?? i’m a little stunned bc u just put it so, so well and beautifully 🥺

gojo is a window without a shutter, unapologetically shining and not hiding anything from suguru’s stare, the only one who seems to pinpoint and name each constellation that thrives in gojo’s persona. meanwhile reader is the shutter of the window. the morning sky, the filter that covers the stars from prying eyes with soft and gentle shows with the complicity of the clouds. but not because they hide something, but because they’re shining too, so so bright that it’s nice. it’s warm, it tickles the skin covered in sea salt and reaches all the way to the water to help the marine environment thrive.

LIKE ?????? goshhhh i know i literally just said it but u have SUCH a way with words 🐟 anon…… ur writing is so pretty i’m so in awe . this is such a gorgeous dynamic aaaa i also love how they all influence each other like u said !!! they all move the tides !!!!! :> that’s so lovely.

ANDDD i’m so glad u like the idea of possessive little mer!sugu :33 i just think he’s sooooo cute. i ABSOLUTELY agree that he’s a little shit btw… has fun watching toru and reader being all clueless and oblivious but then some stranger tries flirting w them and he has no choice but to bare his sharp teeth a little and then they figure it out 😞😞 hehe i just think the idea of suguru latching onto them and seeing them as his humans is so sweet.

TYSM FOR THE FOOD STSG 🐟 ANON i love hearing ur thoughts sm !!!!! again i’m sorry it took a bit for me to get to this T_T but i enjoyed reading it sm AND i absolutely adore ur take on a mer!sugu au… they’re the cutest <3333 i am sending many kisses and a big can of fish food just for u !!!!

[many-gay-magpies]

okay as much as i would Love to answer your whole post in detail and address the whole thing i can’t put a read more in my ask so i’m gonna limit it some 😭 would dms be more efficient? yes. am i writing this ask anyway? also yes.

and yeah i meant the Whole cb WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING THEM?? HOW LONG DID SUNGHOON HIT THE GYM FOR?? I DIDNT KNOW JAY’S VOICE COULD D O THE THINGS ITS DOING RN. NIKI IS OUT HERE LIVING HIS BEST ANGSTY TEEN LIFE.

“he’s selectively deaf” JDKSJDEB. no but fr i really do see jaan as a rigid, stubborn type, a stickler for rules when he’s the one making them but an absolute loose cannon whenever given an order. thankfully his “i do what i want” attitude doesn’t cause Massive problems bc he has a sense of responsibility and at least one braincell. jino, on the other hand… we’re just glad he’s cheerful and not particularly rebellious

CRAZY CAT VAMPIRES!! going back to noa with cat-like tendencies i imagine him padding around with a cat held in one arm “as a buddy” and everyone like “how has that thing not cleared you to death.” no but the guys having these old people tendencies is so funny to me it’s like a steve rogers situation where every once in a while it hits that “oh . oh right you may look like me but you’re Old” just heli smiling contentedly whenever he understands a pop culture reference or jaan crocheting (which is an even Better image now that i talked abt him up there) or jino learning to out-bake anyone’s grandmother (of course, being able to use his body as an oven helps)

no yeah . yeah sooha wanting to show them how to enjoy life as teenagers and then having to realize she couldn’t have a normal fun teenage life either and all of them working through it together and now i’m crying

i appreciate the chart and stuff bc there’s just So many ways to interpret vampirism and lycanthropy- disease, hereditary, extreme states of being (life or death), and each of them have so many implications and it’s fun to explore!! i wish we knew more abt solon and the guys’ origin UGH

- vrvr anon

man i always forget the limitations of this form of communication <///3 HSJFBVJV im just thankful tumblr apparently got rid of that word/character limit that they had on their asks for a while at least im assuming they did. that would have made our entire thing far less convenient

NO YEAH THE COMEBACK. HA. WOW. jay's voice DEFINITELY does a thing at the beginning of future perfect and i do NOT know how to feel about it. hybe needs to close the gyms fr because how much more ripped is sunghoon gonna GET. and yes u go riki get in your angsty edgy teen phase!!

jaan gives me chaotic lawful energy honestly—he's made his own set of rules and he sticks to them to the letter, but anyone ELSE'S rules? its fair game. jaan and jino both have the potential to be absolutely insane loose cannons (and sometimes ARE if the situation calls for it) but theyre stopped from being complete harbingers of chaos by the fact that jaan is actually oretty rigid and responsible (in his own strange way) and jino is happy-go-lucky cheerful instead of aggressively rebellious. if those two aspects of their personalities did not exist the world would be screwed.

NOA CARRYING A CAT AROUND "AS A BUDDY" PLS I CANT. THATS TOO SWEET. and maybe because hes tall af he can carry several more cats than his brothers and hes always just like (while holding six cats) "its the benefit of having long arms"

ive never watched a marvel movie of my own volition but i got weirdly involved in the fandom for some reason a couple years ago and because of that i Know Some Stuff. so now im thinking about heli being the ULTIMATE out-of-touch grandpa of the brothers, because hes the one out of all of them thats the most focused on protecting them and making sure they stay hidden, so hes never taken the TIME to get involved with the pop-culture of the time. and then when he actually starts to slow down a little and give himself time to LIVE instead of survive (thanks to sooha), and he starts looking into pop-culture more, he gets ABSURDLY PROUD anytime someone (like shion, because you KNOW shion would be the brother thats absurdly invested in everything pop-culture just because he thinks these modern humans are very entertaining) makes a reference to a meme or movie or something and he actually gets it! so like you said hes just sitting or standing there with this big old content grin on his face and he goes "i understood that reference!" and sooha or jino pat him on the shoulder like "yes u did good job heli" LMAO

"oh . oh right you may look like me but youre Old." KSGFJFBFJ EXACTLY and this could be said by either sooha (who even though she WAS born at the same time as them in our au, was conscious for significantly less of it) or OTHER students, in a hypothetical world where the brothers get less terrified for their lives, sooha makes more friends, and heli admits it wouldnt hurt to have a FEW more harmless teenagers in on the secret as long as they're harmless teenagers sooha trusts. which also brings to mind a situation in which jino befriends sooha's friends, and he's nice to them and likes them and everything because he's jino, but then said friends introduce jino to their grandparents and its all off the wall from there. sooha's human friend just stares at jino happily baking cookies and gossiping with their grandma like "why are you better friends with my grandma than you are with me"

i dont have much more to say about sooha and the boys experiencing normal life as teenagers together so im just gonna agree that yeah i am also crying. a lot. i am crying a lot. although in the hypothetical world where more humans get let in on the secret, the guys and sooha would actually have some Normal Teenagers to teach them how Normal Teenager Life is lived—at which point they could all be like "huh. actually we like the weird way we were doing it, but thanks!"

im glad the chart and everything was appreciated!! yeah theres so many different possible interpretations and i HAVE so many thoughts about those different possible interpretations. and many different possible interpretations of my own as you saw HSJFBFJB. its just!!! theyre both so COOL conceptually and theres so much that can be done with them!!! i also wish we knew more abt the guys' origins because so far all we know in canon is "woke up in an orphanage with no prior memories, already possessing both vampirism and magical powers. created somehow???" which. is NOT a lot. pls hybe

and hey look at that! i managed to answer this the same day it came into my inbox! and i only saved it to my drafts ONCE! yay me

[1kook]

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

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[meltingpotimagines]

Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings? 

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe 

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind 

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

hi hi~ it is I your friendly neighborhood vulture here to pick ur lovely brain ~

Ok ok so imagine slashers ( michael (ur choice of version) , asa , Billy and stu (poly) and Jesse) coming home after a long day just to tired to deal and either seeking out or allowing their s/o to comfort them ~ whether just headcanons or head cannons and ficlet I'll let u decide~

Hello my darling birdie!!! I'm so happy to see you here! Welcome to my garden hope you stay awhile just try not to pull to many flowers this time kay ^v^ And as my best vulture I did both! CW: Blood, murder in passing ,obsessives behavior ,Just the normal slasher stuff and slight NSFW, OOC slashers and Not beta read or edited

Michael the RZ version

It's been a long day first having to go shopping for the week then cleaning to get rid of all the stains still left behind meant you were tired it seemed however you weren't the only busy one. Michael had be gone since early morning a pat on the head was all you gotten before he headed out and now slightly past 1 he was back. The echo of his boot steps were purposeful as he shut the door the cling of his knife hitting the counter ever more audible before the creek of the stairs let you know what the "plan" was. It doesn't take long for him to reach the bedroom and unlike most nights where the two of you would lay down and enjoy bliss each others comfort this time it was clear another approach would have to be taken. Michael now stood at the doorway mask dyed red and breathing heavy, whatever happen was not the outcome he wanted so with slow careful steps you began step one.

Michael no matter what is not one to seek comfort or affection it is something you have to be will to initiate willing and be willing to go slow with

Bathing is a good way to make him feel relaxed and if he tired or having a bad day its what he want and its one of the few times he's quick to remove him make you touching his hair makes him very happy

After a nice bath he wants but wont say he wants cuddle's and the start of step two

Sit on his lap and just let him hold you in a soft voice talk about you day or plans for the week or just things you enjoy its a bit of domestic life that makes him warm

turn a movie on and stay close run you hands through his hair and just exists with him for a while now for the best part

Once he's calmed down two things could happen one is that he'll pull you both down to the bed curled up with you in his arms and the sound of a movie still playing in the background letting himself fully relax

Option two is less common but more enjoyable Michael will move both you and him to the table in the room covered in his craft supplies where hell being working on his paper mache mask, asking you for input or wanting you to join if you fall asleep that's fine he's more the content just having you there

Stu Matcher and Billy Loomis

Its not hard to tell when one of them is having a hard day. After a long day of classes and keeping up with everyone Billy was exhausted had told but you and Stu as much more then one and Stu wasn't much better it seemed. Any plans that had been made were canceled as you told your boys it would be a good day for a date in, some cheesy slasher flicks tons of snacks and ordering food was the new plan. Telling everyone good bye then heading back to your place the the boys are quick to make themselves at home Stu starts by ordering dinner for the three of you Billy picks out a few movies and you head to the kitchen to make the snacks. It about an hour before everything is fully ready and with the date night begins with Stu being the first to say he needs some affection after the long day. Though he doesn't say anything at first Billy is fast to act on said affection once its shown leaning over to ask for some love as well.

Its kinda hard to give them comfort together since they both need different things at first but give it some time and it tends to end with a cuddle pile

Stu prefers holding one to waist head on in your neck or on your tummy nuzzling and kiss you having you give him head pats and forehead kisses while also rubbing his back

Billy likes having you on his lap your back to his chest his head resting on yours or on your shoulder hand locked together around your waist just holding you

If they're both in need of affection and comfort its a mix of both with Stu's head on your stomach and Billy's on your shoulder Billy's holding one hand and his other is on you hip Stu is doing the same on the opposite side

Billy feeds you snacks you feed Stu and Stu throw snacks at Billy and changes the movie when needed

Cuddles last for a long time often time it end with you three falling asleep with you in the middle of the two of them

Its not hard to know when they need comfort along with the fact that Stu is open about needing it and Billy will follow his lead when he sees you dont mind

Jesse Cromeans

Jesses always enjoys having your attention even if its for something small however, when he's in need of comfort he prefers you not being around him not because he worried about things but because he's bad at asking for it so he tends to just lock him self up in work. With that its very easy to tell when he's have a bad day its getting close to him that's hard. It starts like any relaxing day a nice warm meal whether you make it yourself for him or order something he likes its a way for you to get close. Tried and angry from a day of work the only thing on Jesse's mind is getting home what he wasn't expecting was to come home to you having gotten the places cleaned up with a meal laid out in the living ready to spend time with him and well he just couldn't say no to that. Its not hard after that to get him to set work aside till tomorrow as long as its not super important and from there the rest of the night can begin.

Jesse really enjoys slow intimacy and when his days been bad and he needs to let go having you take the lead in a nice slow pace helps him let go of the chromeskull mindset whether you know about it or not

He likes to snuggle wrapped almost fully around you with you as close as possible

Kisses are a must they make him so happy many people find him scary with go reason but here you are the love of his giving him kisses as if this is a perfectly normal relationship

Like with Michael two things can happen after he relaxes and gets your affection and comfort however its based on how your feeling not him

If you keep with the soft lead it ends with you curled against his side feeding each other fresh fruit and chocolate watching movies and shows while he talks about dates he's hoping to take you on

The other option is that you head to the bedroom hell pull you on his chest arms wrapped around you hearing you talk about this and that while just ignoring the world till he falls asleep

The next day Jesse will take off work after days of needing to seek your comfort it make him acknowledge he needs a break to not burn out or not to move to fast in the work and the day will be spent with you by his side

Asa Emory

Asa has always gone by a schedule and unless it is absolutely necessary he will not deviate from it and that includes for affection and goes double for if you want to give him comfort on exhausting days. He doesn't like feeling weak and though he loves you in a twisted way you thinking he needs comfort makes him feel weak. For weeks Asa will come home tired and frustrated his class is in the mist of exams so he has tons of work and the collection isn't going well but he wont let you in on it. The best you can do for the time being is just lightly his work load at home keep things clean, make meals for him so he doesn't skip them if the dogs are at the house help take care of them and things like that its not much but he pays attention to things like that and will notice that your helping him. Seeing you working hard to help him not stress as much while still waiting for him to take the steps like usual helps him come around to the idea of letting you spoil him for a while. Once he gets to that point remember to keep things slow though rushing it after that makes him stay on edge.

For Asa slow and steady is the way to go when he's ready to let you spoil him he will tell you outright that he "requires" your attention

He wont let this happen on a weekday only a weekend where he can fully relax and rest but he leaves the rest to you and that's a big step

Setting up a nice date in is the best way to go and though he likes homemade meals on a day like this he doesn't mind ordering dinner that night

On days he can relax with you the first thing he wants to do is cook for you as odd as it might be it gives him a starting point to let you show him affection

Eating breakfast together then heading to the living room with curled up on the couch you read to him for a bit him might interject sometimes depending on what its about but he just holds you close for a while

Tacking the dogs for a walk is the next part of the day hand in hand taking a walking path and enjoy the day whether its cold or hot he likes walking time

Domestic bliss is something he adores its what he's always craved and you give him the chance to have it so often it keeps him on cloud nine

After going back home out on a documentary and snuggle up to him the dogs will be on beds near the couch and hell have you laying you head on his lap while he runs his hand along you neck and back

You'll eat later in the day and enjoy quite time he might want to rant about his class, he wants to hear about the things you've been into lately and slowly the night winds down

Given that he has no work the next day if your feeling up to it he want to end the day by embracing you its been a while and its not something he up for much but after weeks of not being around you much he craves the close touch

It might not even end with sex he just want to caress your body looking over the curves and lines feeling you fully without restrictions till your both tired and with that he pulls you close to him whispering that he's grateful for you love and thanking you for the wonderful day

Ta-da! I hope all enjoy this and a big thanks to my best birdie buddy for requesting this I had fun writing it and I hope to see here more often! To my other followers if your looking forward to the next part of My Soulmates A God then be happy its the next thing I'm working on. Have a great day and thank you for reading! - Lilly Ps you can really tell I favored Asa here huh..