Everything’s Okay

take it.

Thinking about this line from Cazador and what implies:

I keep thinking about how strange and new must have been for Astarion to finally be surrounded by people who actually listen to him and no one there to punish him for speaking up. 

How it must have felt for him to be able to freely joke around and find that Tav actually laughs at his jokes and even joins in the fun. How new it must have been to be able to express himself and have people who actually listen to him and don't treat him like he is a nuisance, but truly listen to what he has to say. 

I imagine a Tav who just listens, even when he is complaining and whining on purpose, they listen and maybe smile a bit between themselves because they've seen through him, and they never tell him to shut up, they let him vent, they listen to his stories about Cazador, they laugh with him at his jokes. 

No wonder he falls so hard for Tav or becomes very fond of them in a friendship route.

After 200 years where even the Gods didn't care to listen, he has found someone who sits down with him and hears him out.

Nick Valentine, w/ a Sole who will ONLY sleep if he's nearby, please? (Also wishing you luck with the creating thing. Big mood.)

Sole refuses to sleep unless they're near Nick!

I feel like Nick would catch on pretty quick

Unless he's busy with something else (like DiMA or Winter) he likes to keep tabs on what his friends are doing, whether they've slept or eaten, etc.

He has no problem sitting and keeping watch while they sleep

He's learned how to keep himself entertained for hours and rarely gets bored unless there's something bugging him

He can (and should, but Nick's not known for taking good care of himself) go into rest mode or run diagnostics, but he won't if Sole is sleeping since he assumes they want someone to watch over them

If they're somewhere safe like the agency he might leave occasionally to go for a walk or get something

If he comes back to Sole panicking when they woke up and he wasn't there he will apologize and promise not to leave again

He doesn't quite understand why they need to be near him to sleep, but after everything they've been through he won't deny such a simple thing

If they ever have to separate from each other for any reason Nick will give them his jacket in hopes they can get a bit more sleep with it

If it really helps them he'll just start switching out his jackets so the one they have always smells like him

If Sole rests their head on his shoulder or something similar he'll be a bit thrown off

He's not used to someone wanting to be physically close with him and he really doubts he's very comfortable

Still, if Sole keeps doing it and it seems to help them a lot, he might start initiating hugs or cuddles when they're struggling

In general, Sole cuddling or sleeping with Nick helps him almost as much as it helps Sole

Hey y'all, are you ready for some angsty Mondo or whatever?

Too late.

say what you will about danganronpa, at the very least the characters are fun to try to stylize.

thought i'd give a shot at it even though i dont really plan on doing anything more with these

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Sub!Levi + Pegging HCs

Enjoy this whiney boy having the time of his life♡

He's obviously going to be blushing a lot before it even starts, barely able to make eye contact with you as you talk about all the things you're going to do to him and just how much he's going to enjoy it. He definitely wants to but he's always been especially shy with things of a sexual nature and to do something as far as this is just sending him over the edge into Blushing Babyville

His head will be turned away as you prep him, fingers buried deep inside him as he bites his lip in an attempt to keep all those precious sounds in. Using your other hand to force his eyes to yours is the perfect way to tell him it's okay to let go while also commanding that he let you hear him.

Once you finally enter Levi fully his eyes will fill with overwhelmed tears and you'll have to wait a moment for him to adjust. It's not necessarily painful, or at least nothing bad, but it's something different and his mind is still trying to wrap around how he can feel so full. Once he's ready his hips will start shifting to take you in further, a soft whine leaving his lips as he wordlessly urges you to fuck him. Make him tell you how much he wants it, having him beg will make his cheeks redden impossibly further as his cock leaks as a tell-tale sign he's enjoying it.

This boy is flexible. Wrap his legs around your waist or place them over your shoulders as you drill into his prostrate. The slight burn as his legs slowly start to relax into the new position paired with the feeling of you buried deep inside him leaves him trembling as he continues to cry out.

Levi is a big scratcher during this. He'll latch onto your back as he leaves trails of red marks across your waist and shoulder blades. He'll apologize once he notices what he's doing as emotions run high. Comforting him is easy as he takes your words at face value during this, soothing his worries with your gentle words.

He's honestly really out of it, pegging throws him deep into his headspace so don't expect anything more than a few broken sentences and soft repetitive muttering once you start really going at it. Once he's completely wrecked he just whispers out things like "I love you" and "Thank you" over and over again as his ass swallows up your strap beautifully.

Changing the pace right before he comes leaves him shaking. Start to slowly stroke his cock while your strap eases slowly in and out of him, allowing him to become desperate for you to pick up the pace while also appreciating the sensations flooding his body as you continue to pump his base with an occasional swipe over the head of his dick.

When you're going slow he likes to play with your hands, twirling the strands between his fingers as you peer down at him. He manages to overcome his shyness to stare at your face, enjoying the feeling of being under you as your strokes even out.

He almost exclusively likes to be pegged in missionary but mirror sex is another good option. The embarrassment from the sight of himself being made a mess on your strap has his eyes shifting away once again but his gaze always travels back to the mirror just to meet your own. It makes him feel so ashamed that he's enjoying this but in the best possible way, knowing you love seeing him like this even when he's flustered is EVERYTHING.

Levi doesn't sob but tears do run down his cheeks occasionally when you hit the sweet spot buried deep inside of him. You can feel the resistance as you fuck, possibly even having to re-lube yourself before you continue. He tightens up the harder you go, not to stop it but because it feels so good he just can't help himself. He secretly loves the slight pain it induces and has even placed his hand over yours lightly as you reached over to grab more lubricant, looking up at you with eyes that were just screaming to continue without adding any more.

AISA Update

okay, so it's been a while since i've mentioned anything about the sequel to AISA. and it promise it's not on purpose. anyone who followed me because of my In Space With Markiplier fic, i do have an update.

it's longer than i thought it'd be. in total, it's about 12k words and i'm not even halfway done with it. so i've decided that i am going to be splitting it into parts. three parts in total.

there wasn't even supposed to be a sequel, and here i am.

i might post a sneak peak on my ao3 soon, but i feel like i'm almost done with part one, so i might wait.

Do you think they will be together in another universe?

The World We Knew

Summary: He was yours, emphasis on was. One day, you were in love, at least you were. The next, He was gone, and you felt as if your whole world had gone in shambles.

Relationship: Romantic?

Character: Loid Forger

Warnings: Angst, Long lost love, fem reader, but it's not a huge part of the storyline, Spy x Family VOL. 10 spoilers!!!!

Note: I hate to have put "blank" when talking about loid but considering the storyline circumstances and volume 10 we still don't know his name, like it was literally bleeped out in the volume itself.

Peace.

It's what the both of you wanted. It's what everybody wanted.

You had known him since you were kids, and you always knew it had been a passion of his to move forward with the war to gain the peace of every townsperson deserved. He wanted more with his life, and that was what he chose.

Out of everyone in the little group you had, you were the closest with him. He had always been so nice to you and never failed to make you feel included.

You weren't a big fan of playing war games with him and the other boys, but you remember one instance where they had told you to just go home because they didn't want you moping around why they were playing their army games.

All of the boys agreed except him.

He suggested you be a nurse. What would happen if they got hurt, and nobody was there to help? You happily took on this role. He always found a way to make you feel special.

When you talked about all of these interactions with your mother, she told you upfront that you had a crush on him. At the time, you were too young to think about having a crush.

However, as you got older and really thought about how much you talked about him and how he made you feel, it was, in fact, a crush.

After the bombing in Westalis, you hadn't seen him in years. You had always assumed that he was caught in the ruble of it all. You know that was thinking the worst, but it was completely possible.

You had decided to volunteer as a nurse for the war, the role you felt you were meant to be in. It just felt right to help out. Plus, if he was alive, you'd knew for a fact he'd be fighting in the war, underage or not. One day, you could see him again.

At the moment, you weren't placed in the hospital wing. You'd instead been sent to go provide food for all the soldiers, the ones in care, and the ones walking around freely.

"Wait... Is that you advisor?"

You overhear someone ask over the ruckus of the townspeople and soldiers, your mind immediately went straight to the first face you had locked with that name, but you knew it couldn't be, there was no possible way.

Even though you had been waiting all these years to hear that name and see that face, it just all still felt so unreal, you just couldn't bear to face the reality of it.

"Genral? Corporal? Major?"

"It is him!"

"It's advisor!"

"No way! It can't be!"

You weren't trying to eavesdrop, but it was very hard not to. They went on and on about how they attempted to search for "advisor" and how much he had grown.

This time, you couldn't help but look back, and they were right. It was him, and he did look the same. It took every strength in you not to walk over and talk to them, they were your friends, but it had been so long, and they were closer to one another, you didn't want to ruin their moment.

"Now all we need now is our nurse, and the whole gang will officially be back together again!" One of the men chimed in, if only they knew you were standing just a few feet away from them. "Yeah, I've been trying to look for her just as much everyone else, she's probably been on my mind the most."

The guys all hooted at this, you pretended it also didn't get a rise out of you while you still acted as if you were more interested in the fruits in front of you instead of the conversation happening behind you.

"Are you free this weekend? There's a great restaurant in the next town over!" The advisor proposed, trying to distract him from what he had previously said. They all explained what they would be up to but how they'd keep in touch.

You had turned back around by this point, but you could tell he was smiling as he they put together their plans.

You listened to them all walk away, then you're mind started racing,

"Should I have gone to talk to them?"

"No, it's okay, they wouldn't have remembered me."

"But I'd be with him."

You jolted back around, just to find none of them there, damn.

-

The war had long since been from over. It had probably been one of the worst moments in your life aside from the bombing you'd experienced as a child.

And after seeing all of your old friends names, all except for him, in the charts marked as deceased you knew wouldn't be able to stand another minute witnessing such torture. So now all you could think about was the fact that you could've spoken to them that one day, before they all passed, but you just couldn't muster up the courage.

But now you were starting a new life in a new area, and maybe he would finally leave your mind and just be a fuzzy memory that you joke about with your future children.

At the thought you hear a child start to laugh, you avert your eyes to the direction. She's a young girl, no more than 6 or 7 years old, and she has pink hair that reaches her shoulders, you smile at her excitement.

Moments like these make your mind wander into a field of imagination of the family you could've built by now. But you were fine with not being settled down just yet, because you knew with how much time you had been working as a war aid there wouldn't been not time for love.

And there was no time for love while your mind was still on him.

You glance down back at your book, reading the paragraph over that you were interrupted from.

"Papa! Look! Look at all of the cows!"

"Yes, I see them." He chuckled in response.

Your eyes widen, head jolting back up to the familes direction, that voice.

"Genral? Corporal? Major?"

"...She's been on my mind the most."

"Are you free this weekend?"

It was him, it had to be, there was no doubt about it.

You wanted to walk up and say hi, but you didn't know how weird that would be, considering you had once had your chance for a reunion but blew it. But maybe it was time, even if he had a child next to him, and she called him 'Papa.'

Yet at the same time, you didn't want to regret it for the rest of your life by not going up to speak and reminisce with him like last time.

You would have given anything for him to look at you again.

In that moment, you had decided that it was time, and you would see and talk to him again.

You put your bookmark in, saving your page and closing it, and just as you were about to stand and make your way over, a woman came walking out of the bathroom area of the train.

"Sorry I was gone so long!"

"Mama!"

Your smile dropped, and you felt your world collapse once more. You couldn't feel your face.

She was breathtakingly gorgeous. She had her silky jet black hair that was styled up and beautiful ruby eyes.

She's what he needed, what he deserved.

This made you feel sick to your stomach, but also ashamed, you had been fawning over this man for years. It was embarrassing.

You checked the clock above the door of the train, you didn't know how much more of this you could take, luckily there was only about 15 minutes left of your traveling.

All you could do now was fidget with your clothes and hands. You couldn't even bother to open up your book back up, you know you wouldn't be able to focus on anything that you were reading.

Once the train had come to a complete stop you felt a sense of relief wash over you, you couldn't stand to hear all of them be so happy together, not knowing that that could've been you.

You got up from your seat, beginning to grab your bags on the shelf above your seat. You had about 2 or 3.

As you struggled with the bags you didn't know that he had noticed,

"You two wait for me outside, I won't be long."

The two girls walk outside and sit on a nearby bench and wait for him while he helps you, you're still oblivious to everything happening around you.

"Miss?"

You're shocked to hear his voice, you drop your bag, almost tumbling backward but catch yourself on the seat.

He chuckles, "Mind if I help?"

"No, not at all."

You finally spoke to him, you look up at him, locking eyes, it had been everything you dreamed of.

His eyes go so wide, you swear they took the shape of a perfectly round circle.

"Y/n?"

You smile and nod.

He wants to hug you, he wants to hug you for centuries, he doesn't know what to do, this feeling that has just suddenly overcome him is making him feel like he no longer has any control.

There was no other way to explain it, he had thought about you so many nights.

Those nights when he was fighting for peace, he was thinking about you, thinking about how you when you were both still children and you would describe to him your future and the peace that would surround you.

"I-"

He's interrupted by a loud voice outside of the train,

"Passengers need to be making their way out of the carriages , the train will be loading more people soon!"

He rushes to grab your bags and help you off, he stops you outside of the train, a good few steps away from his 'family.'

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, it's reckless, it could ruin everything, but seeing you just opened up something within him and he can't stop himself, he just keeps talking.

"I thought you," he pauses.

"Died?" You finish his sentence, smiling at him still, you couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeah, that."

"I could say the same for you, blank."

Hearing his real name makes his heart drop a little, he hasn't heard many people speak it since he served in the military.

He was glad you were the one to say it.

He sighs, a small smile of his face, "I've missed you, alot.

Tears start to threaten to spill out, "I've missed you too, alot."

"I love you, blank." You say without thinking, he doesn't flinch at this the way he did at hearing his own name, which you don't question.

He stands completely still, looking you right in your eyes, not being able to get enough of this moment.

The next words that come out of your mouth surprise you, "But it's too late," You glance over at his 'family', making eye contact with the little girl, who looks almost as shattered as you do right now.

You grab your bags from him and walk towards the exit, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

He couldn't feel his face, he felt more numb than he had ever felt before. He hears footsteps come up from behind him.

"Who was that Loid?" Yor asks, Anya clutched by her side, with a sad look on her face, like she had heard the whole conversation, Anya blocked out anything her parents were saying to scan around for the you.

"An old friend," He replies, still looking straight ahead, thoughts racing with what could've been.

my mind has been racing with this concept, sorry for the damage i have caused