#I have so many more that I can’t remember right now

[ln4smiamitrophy]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 ————— part 1

𐙚 summary; the one where lando norris reunites with his childhood love at the Monaco Grand Prix and is convinced he’s over her. after all, it’s been 7 years. he can’t still love her, right?

ʚɞ pairing; lando norris x influencer!reader

ᡣ𐭩 fc; jadeybird on ig

⭒ type; irl x smau (there will be more smau in later parts)

⟡ a/n; i’ve come to realise that there aren’t many stories on here where the reader is mid/plus-sized. as a mid/plus-size girl myself, i personally can find it upsetting when there is mainly only representation of the body types that society deems to be conventionally attractive and not a lot of representation of others, they are common body types and they are attractive. i have struggled with body image in the past and i still do on occasion, if anyone who reads this ever needs anyone to talk to about this or literally anything else, feel free to message me and i’ll always get back to you. love you all, you beautiful people xx

comment to be added to my tag list <3

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Lando Norris loved the Monaco Grand Prix. Who didn’t? The history behind the race, the atmosphere, it was overall an amazing experience every year. And best of all, he was able to stay at home. When travelling so often meant never staying in one place too long, he was grateful for one time a year he could sleep in his own bed the night before a race.

It was race day and, as per, the track was as chaotic as usual. From the mechanics frantically checking to make sure the cars were ready for the race to the fans filling the track to the brim, it was hard to get a moment alone. In fact, Lando had barely had one since he stepped foot on the track. He’d been pulled into meetings and interviews left, right and centre.

Amongst all the chaos he finally has some time to himself as he heads to the track for the national anthem. He’s walking in silence, head down as he makes his way over. He keeps going over the strategy for the race in his head, he’s starting in p4. Overtakes are hard on this circuit, everyone knows that. All Lando wants this race is to preserve his tyres and hold his position.

It’s like the universe made it happen. Just as he lifted his head up, he’s met with someone he never thought he’d see again. Y/n. His first true love. They were together for three years, but when it became abundantly clear that Lando would be joining Mclaren for the 2019 formula one season, they couldn’t deal with the consequences that brought for their relationship, and ultimately it ended.

She doesn’t see him, and he’s almost relieved she didn’t. It’s been seven years since the end of their relationship, and yet upon seeing her he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she is. She’s changed, naturally, they were just teenagers when they separated. But she’s still as breathtaking as he remembers. He couldn’t be thinking about this. Not now. He pushes these feelings down, repressing them as much as he can as he finds his spot on the carpet and the national anthem begins. He needs to focus on the race.

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78 laps later and he was p4. Lando knew he probably wasn’t going to gain any positions during the race due to the circuit but he still can’t help but feel slightly disappointed in himself. Ever since his first win in Miami, since he was finally able to prove that he can win races, he’s craved it again. That feeling when he passed the checkered flag in first place, he wanted it again. It’s natural in his line of work to want to be the best, he’s surrounded by 19 other drivers who all want to be on that top step every weekend. But his teammate was p2, he was proud of him. Overall a good weekend for the team.

After the race was just as chaotic as the start, between interviews and press conferences and briefings, the only quiet time Lando gets is in between them. So that’s what he’s doing. Walking in silence towards the interview pen as his pr manager talks in his ear. He’s not paying attention to where he goes and so of course he has to walk into someone.

“Sor-“ He says looking up at them, expecting to send a small smile their way before continuing but that’s not what happens. “Y/n..”

“Lando…” Her voice is still as soft as it was all those years ago. He just gazes at her and neither makes a move to look away. That is until she clears her throat, looking down.

“How’ve you been?” Lando asks, a feeble attempt to get her to stay just a little longer. He doesn’t want her to walk away just yet. Just a moment longer.

“I’ve been well,” Glancing back up at him and he can tell she’s hesitant, he doesn’t blame her. Breathing out, she sighs before she speaks once more, “I watched Miami, congratulations on your first win.”

She still watched, she’d watched him win. He doesn’t quite know why he thought she wouldn’t; she’d always had a love for motorsports. It’s one thing they bonded over as teens.

“Thank you,” He can’t help the soft smile that graces his face. Lando mentally curses himself for glancing over her shoulder, being met with the slightly annoyed face of his pr manager. He should be in the pen by now.

He looks back at her, nodding. “I should probably go… it was good to see you.” She just nods at him, smiling softly, watching as he walks away.

Arriving at the pen, Lando takes a deep breath, forcing himself back into the driver headspace.

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Five hours later and he’s stood in a club, music blasting, bodies dancing all around him and he’s stood nursing the same drink for the past 20 minutes, taking with George. Normally Lando loves a party, out of the whole driver grid he’s the one you’re most likely to spot coming in and out of clubs on a Sunday night. But tonight he’s just not in the mood and he just can’t figure out why. Though he has reason to believe it’s got something to do with the girl he can spy dancing over George’s shoulder.

He can’t help but let his eyes dart towards her every couple minutes. He watches as she dances surrounded by people, laughing and smiling without a care in the world: he used to be able to make her do that. The countless nights they’d spend wrapped up in each other, talking about whatever came to mind, the soft giggles she’d let out anytime Lando said something even remotely funny as his hands would occupy themselves in her hair. They all came back to him as he watched her.

Clearing his throat and downing the rest of his drink, he turns to George, dismissing himself before heading to the bar and deciding he was going to drink away the thoughts of the girl that was seemingly occupying his mind like a plague. He certainly does just that and three hours later, Lando is black out drunk basically lying down in the back of a taxi as Carlos sits there with him, making sure he gets home safely.

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A groan immediately falls from Lando’s mouth as he wakes up with a hangover straight from hell. He buries himself under his duvet until he finally decides he needs something for the pain. Peeling the duvet off of his body, he stands up, jumping slightly at his phone ringing. It’s Carlos.

“Please remind me to never drink again,” Lando states the moment he answers the phone and he’s met with Carlos laughing into his ear.

“It’s that bad?” The spaniard asks and Lando can hear his smirk down the phone. Letting out a grumbled “yes” Lando drags himself into the bathroom where he keeps his painkillers.

“What even happened?” Carlos questions him, “Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna drink much?”

“I don’t know,” Lando sighs, swallowing the painkillers, finishing the glass of water. He’s lying. He knows why but he’s not going to tell Carlos that.

His mind drifts back to the short conversation he had with her the day before. The way she danced in the club. The way she laughed. Her smile. Shaking his head, he pushes it down. He ends the phone call with Carlos, making the excuse he’s going back to bed, hoping to sleep off the hangover.

But he can’t get back to sleep, he’s never been able to fall back asleep after waking up, envying people who find it so easy. After 10 minutes of trying, he finds himself hauling himself into his living room, sprawling out on the sofa and watching whatever Netflix recommends him.

He has no clue what he’s watching but then again, he’s not really paying attention. His mind kept travelling back to her. No matter what he tried. He told himself it was just shock. The shock of seeing her again. And before he knew it, he was opening instagram, typing in her name and clicking her most recent post.

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y/nusername

liked by yourbff, landonorris and others

tagged yourbff, scuderiaferrari

y/nusername monaco, you are so sexy

thank you @scuderiaferrari for the invite <3

comments…

yourbff girls trips with you are the best <3

⤷ y/nusername i love you <3

user1 y/n being an f1 girlie is literally the best thing to ever happen to me

user2 y/n just proving “hot girls love f1” to be true

scuderiaferrari loved having you around

*liked by y/nusername*

⤷ y/nusername loved being around

alexandrasaintmleux loved meeting you, we need to hang out again!!

⤷ y/nusername you’re an angel, we need to!!

user3 i wanna party with y/n so bad

⤷ user4 me too!! she’s deffo the most fun ever

yourfriend1 missing you :/

⤷ y/nusername missing you more honeybun

user5 lando in the likes??

⤷ user6 he’s in the likes but they don’t follow each other

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part 2 soon !!

taglist; @soamericn @urfavwelshie @realcherryjam @danielshoe @coastalrainae

[prince-kallisto]

Sometimes I think about how Crowley has been Headmage of NRC for at least 100 years now if not more, and I just-

I feel rather sad thinking about how he has surely outlived all of his human students from his first few years of being Headmage.

It’s likely many of them have made a name for themselves as mages, doctors, teachers, engineers, athletes, actors, artists, businessmen, historians, alchemists. Perhaps he’d see his students on the news or in articles, seeing how much his fledglings have grown and spread their own wings. Perhaps some the alumni even had the honor of being written into the history books at NRC, to teach the newest generations of students of their accomplishments. And whenever Crowley pops into Special Lessons, he’d proudly hold up those books and say he was responsible for nurturing those great figures in his successful first years as Headmage. Shining examples of the wonders you can do: To better the world, to face yourself unafraid, to work hand in hand with your neighbor. Of course, he’d be ignored as usual, but no matter. He was sure someone, someday, would look back and be grateful at these teachings.

And over the decades, Crowley would hear about his students who once did great things in their fields pass away one by one. They’d pass, some by old age and others from more unfortunate circumstances that took them far earlier before their time. Even though he remembers them as young, bright-eyed boys, the last photos of them depicted them as all wrinkled and grey. And yet he looked the same as ever, time staying still despite the human world revolving so quickly- the world that his students shaped with their own hands. To be human is to be fleeting and bright, he thinks.

And when Crowley reads the articles listing their accomplishments after their passing, he can’t help feel that there’s too much missing. What about when they first discovered their Unique Magic (and accidentally aimed it at one of his sprouting apple trees)? Doesn’t anyone remember when he served as a judge for the Culinary Crucible, choking down a terribly over-spiced dish that was cooked with effort? Or the time the class received middling grades for their exams yet cheered because the results were better than last semester’s? Where were those proud moments in their obituaries?

Its amusing how the silly mistakes of youth are being repeated once again by his current roster of students, as the core nature of boyhood stands the test of time.

I think about how he first greeted them to Night Raven College through the coffin-shaped gates, and how decades later he had to say goodbye to them in their wooden caskets. He can no longer wake them up from this sleep. But its alright- one deserves to rest after a lifetime of love and mischief. And look, there’s a new star in the sky tonight! Typical of his boys- always so determined to leave behind their mark in the world. Like the uncouth words scribbled underneath a wooden desk with marker, or the initials of two lovers carved into one of his apple trees.

Perhaps Crowley can’t recall all of his students- it’s inevitable even if a hundred years isn’t all that long to him. But then I wonder if some of the descendants of those students ended up attending NRC as well. He sees the resemblance in their features, and his heart skips at the brief delusion of revival. It’s not all exact- the degree of their jaw is off and the color of their eyes is not quite right. Then again, his memory is not all there anymore either. And when he takes their hand, bringing yet another fledgling under his wing, he is able to say “I remember you.”

Like a comet circling back home for yet another fleeting, bright moment.

[penelopepine]

Forever in Your Gaze Pt. 2

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Fem Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Night at the museum AU. Gaz and Reader are both paintings directly across from one another, and have been in love for many years now. The only thing is that they are unable to actually leave the confines of their canvas, and have never felt others touch.

Word Count: 1608

Content: Established relationship, fluff, light angst

Kyle is very unprepared for when the barrier finally broke. He ends up falling out of his frame, and ends up landing flat on his back on the floor. While trying to gain his bearing Kyle can vaguely hear shouting all around him. 

His ears are ringing, and everything at the moment is spinning. It takes a good few minutes to finally come back to himself. When he does the first thing he clearly sees is his painting. It is exactly as it was except that he is no longer visible in it. Kyle feels like he’s having an out of body experience looking up at it. This is the first time he’s ever seen it from this side before. 

The mumbled shouting also becomes much more clear and loud as well. He realizes that the other paintings that were around him are all yelling. As far as Kyle is aware he is the first to actually leave the frame. He knows that he would also be shocked if he had witnessed what he just did. He can’t stay and speak to them though; he needs to help the others find you. 

It's strange how different standing and walking around his painting is compared to the real world. Kyle has to steady himself on the wall as he walks through the door he watched his friends leave out of. He's never actually seen the rest of the museum outside of his area. Kyle knows that he's going to need help figuring out where everything is.

"Price! Soap! Ghost!" He calls out while wandering down the halls. He has no fucking idea where is right now. After a few more minutes of cluelessly walking and shouting Kyle finally sees a familiar figure running towards him, "Soap!" 

"Gaz?" Soap grabs onto his shoulders making Kyle stand face to face with him. Shock is the only thing on his friend's face clearly wondering how he is out of the painting. 

"What? Don't recognize me now that I’m not hanging up on a wall?" Kyle says while smiling at the man in front of him. 

Soap only grins before pulling him into a tight hug. Kyle can't believe that after all this time he's finally able to touch his friend. He's spent so many years inside that painting never being able to truly connect with those that walked by; it's overwhelming finally being able to feel others. 

The two stand there holding each other before Soap suddenly breaks away, placing his hands back on Kyle's shoulders and shaking him lightly, "You're out! How are you out?" 

That actually causes him to pause for a moment because he doesn't know how he got out. He just pushed on the barrier, and then he was out. It doesn't make sense for him to be out. "I…I don't know." Kyle whispers. 

"We'll figure it out later. It doesn’t matter right now; all that matters is that you're out!" Soap shakes him again with a laugh before abruptly gasping, "The others! We have to take you to the others; they're in the lobby right now trying to look up where your girl is." 

Kyle upon hearing that is quick to remember why he’s even here, "Let's go! The sooner we find her the better.” 

At this point walking is much easier for Kyle and he only needs to put one hand on Soap’s shoulder as he leads them to where everyone is. While walking there though he can’t help but be amazed at everything around him. Kyle has spent his entire life in one area of the museum and now it’s like he’s a whole different world. He only wished that he could have experienced all this for the first time with you. 

When the two of them finally enter the lobby both Ghost and Price’s backs are turned to them. They appear to be huddled together over a computer; clearly not detecting their presence as of yet. 

“Oi, lads! Look who I found stumbling around the halls!” Soap calls out to the other two. 

Turning around they clearly weren’t expecting to see Kyle based on the looks on their faces. Curiosity quickly turned into shock upon seeing him in the flesh. 

"Gaz?" Price stands from his seat, and marches straight towards him like a man on a mission. He stops a foot in front of Kyle with a million questions clearly on his mind. 

"Price," Kyle gives him a toothy grin, "good to see you face to face. It's strange not being the one looking down on you though." 

With a deep chuckle Price grabs Kyle and brings him into a tight hug that lasts for several seconds. Before releasing him with a few pats on the shoulder. With that Kyle turns towards his other friend, Ghost. 

Ghost is already standing by Price's side when he is let go. He knows Ghost is not one for being touched so he only reaches a hand out to him. What surprises Kyle though is when Ghost grabs his hand and yanks him into his chest. “Hello, Gaz.” He also whispers before letting go. 

“Hello, Ghost.” He says back with a quick nod. 

“Not that I’m disappointed to see you lad, but how are you standing here right now?” Price tentatively asks. 

Kyle figured that him being out would be a big conversation topic for a while; at least until they can figure out how he did it. He only wished he had a better answer to give. “I honestly don’t know. I just kept pushing and pushing on the barrier, and the next thing I know I’m on the ground.” 

“What happens if we can’t get him back in the painting?” Ghost directs his question towards Price. 

“We’ll get him back in.” Price says certainly before turning his attention back to Kyle, “You’re going to be fine lad; don’t worry.”

“I’m truly more worried about finding my girl. Do you know where she is yet?”

"We are looking into it now," Price leads him to the computer where the screen shows a long list, "This is everything that was moved to storage today, and needs to be properly put away for safekeeping. The only problem is that she is nowhere to be found on said list." 

"What does that mean? Is she not being put in storage then?"

"I'm sure it's just a mistake, Shepherd is the one that put this list together after all." Price gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "She's still in the building; we'll find her."  

Price then turns back to the computer to continue his search in all the files. While he does, Kyle thinks about how you must be feeling right now. He had the comfort of waking up in a place that was familiar to him; you on the other hand were somewhere completely different. He at the very least hoped that you weren’t alone wherever you were. 

It wasn’t until Price all of a sudden stops his typing, and turns to face Kyle does he snap out of his thoughts about you. “I know where she is.” 

“Where!” Kyle is immediately ready to go as soon as those words are uttered to him. It frustrates him that he wouldn’t even know which direction to go in though. He needs to find a map layout of this place and fast. 

“Lad, why don’t you just take a seat for a second.” Price gives a look towards Ghost and Soap subtly letting them know that things might get hectic in just a moment. 

“What is it Price? What are you trying to say?” Kyle refuses to sit. He saw the look Price gave the others, and he was not going to go down without a fight. Not when it comes to you. 

“She’s not on the to be stored list because she’s not being stored,” He calmly states, “She’s set to be moved to a different museum in just a week.” 

“No.” 

“No?” 

“No, I refuse to let that happen.” Kyle feels the angriest he’s ever been in his life at this moment. 

How dare they. 

How fucking dare Shepherd to do this. 

“Gaz!” Soap grabs his shoulder, “Don’t worry we’ll think of something. Your lass isn’t going anywhere.” 

"She's not gone yet; don’t act like she is." Ghost says next, "Where is she Price?" 

"She's over in the docking area right now. The truck will be coming next Friday to pick her up." 

With that, Ghost gives Kyle a light push towards one of the halls, “This way then.” 

This seems to snap Price and Soap out of it, and the two are quick to step in line with them.  They continue to give Kyle reassures that you’re ok, but he doesn’t say anything back. He’s too caught up in his own head to take in what they’re saying right now. 

The closer they got to the docking bay the quieter it got. People tend to stick to the main areas it seems. Which is why when he hears a familiar sounding wail Kyle doesn't think, and just starts running. Using your voice to guide him. 

He doesn't even bother to look back as the others call out his name; the only thing that matters is finding you. It breaks his heart though when he does. 

Your frame is underneath a sheet, keeping you in the dark as you cry out. 

As soon as Kyle is within reach of you he is tearing the sheet off, and dropping to his knees. Letting the first thing you see again be him; just like how everything is meant to be. 

Note: I freaking love this so much, and I'm so excited to continue this story!!!

Taglist: @zarsghost @nexthyperfix @kaoyamamegami

[rowanraven08]

So I just need to fucking rant about my boys being stuck in the ‘puters. CAUSE MAN DO I HAVE THOUGHTS. Have probably said some of this before, but not all.

So I’m thoroughly convinced that they’ve been properly coded in, Sergey Ushanka style, and also based off that statement, there’s no doubt in my mind that it hurts for them. I know this is a different universe, but unless computer folks are a common thing here, why would the plot give them anything less than more trauma? But I’m actually kinda concerned about how they’ll be once/if they get out?? Like aside from the trauma of it even, Tessa Winters said you can’t code people in the way people really are, and I’m kinda worried that through the whole thing that they might be different, or have lost a little bit of themself, the way that if you put something through google translate to many times it comes out all messed up, mostly with the same meaning, but words have still changed.

Other than that even, how the hell is Jon gonna cope/currently coping with not being omniscient?? I imagine going from knowing almost everything to having to seek out the information yourself again would be a huge hurdle. Even if now he has the equivalent of what Elias could do, seeing out of any eye, but instead just seeing out of any camera, that would be so disorienting. Never mind the fact they’re in an alternate universe.

The whole thing just makes me so sad, they can’t communicate clearly, are clearly trying tooth and nail to help and to get the OIAR gang to understand, stuck in this nonexistence that is probably excruciating, and no one except probably Colin and Celia even knows they exist. (I’m operating under the assumption Celia knows what’s up, she’s a smart girl she knows this isn’t a coincidence) But Colin clearly fucking hates them, Sam is only just starting to realize the computers are listening, and Celia doesn’t actually seem to be trying to help them, the only thing we know about her research is that she was looking into alternate universes and time travel sort of stuff, and that now she’s looking into alchemy. My boys are SCREAMING to be heard and no one will listen.

Like what will they even do? Worst case scenario, they’re stuck like that forever. Best case scenario, they get out, and somehow manage to get home (unlikely in my opinion) only to be met with a world still rebuilding, where everyone hates them. Last scene in TMA? Literally Melanie, Georgie, and Basira talking about how it’s better off they can’t find Jon, and they’re right,

“I mean, I just don’t think people would exactly be understanding. You remember what happened when they found Simon Fairchild?”

“And he’s not just some powerless left-behind avatar, you know? We’re talking about ‘The Archivist’.”

People would absolutely kill Jon if he came back, and they knew who he was, and I think being able to fly under the radar isn’t an option seeing as he literally haunted people’s dreams for a while. Who’s to say he could even stay alive in a world without the fears? Death might finally catch up to him, the exhaustion, everything. I don’t think going back is an option for them.

Maybe for Celia, if it’s even possible. But I think at this point she’d be happier in Protocol universe than Archives. She couldn’t even remember her original name in late s5, and didn’t remember Martin, she seemed to have lost at least a good portion of her memory if not all. If that didn’t come back after the apocalypse, she has more actual connection to Protocol, the cult being her only real connection to Archives. Maybe she’s trying to get back just because of principle, she’s not considering if that’s really what she wants because it’s the clear next step. But I don’t think she’d be able to leave Jack behind. I don’t even think she really is his proper mother, I’m guessing she somehow took other Celia’s (Lynne’s) identity, and just took over caring for Jack. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him.

I really do hope Jon and Martin get out of the computer, it’ll be so hard for them to deal with everything, but maybe if they stayed in Protocol they could still build a life together.

Some other random stuff:

So I went through, and found (I think) all the times we hear the jmj. error.

Ep 3 we get an error, which actually starts working when Colin threatens it, and it starts up with a statement from our buddy Norris, and I actually find it kinda amusing to imagine Martin being scared into reading the statement by the frustrated IT guy.

We also get an error in ep 5, after Gwen asks about the German IT guy before Colin. Which a.) why is she asking about him, b.) if I’m right about the errors being an attempt at communication, why do they think the guy’s important? C.) I had thought before that the German bit of code could be Jonah or something since he may have known German? But pretty sure that was too speculative, it makes more sense for it to have just been the German IT guy. D.) he’s mentioned as having a bunch of tattoos, which so far has not meant good things.

Ep 17 which I talked about in a different post, where the error lasted long enough for Gwen and Alice to nearly talk about stuff, only starting up again once they end that bit of the conversation without actually talking about it

And then ofc in 19 when Alice won’t listen to Sam about the computers listening.

I don’t think I missed any, but I might have? So if anyone notices one I missed lemme know please

Also only just realized a few days ago that jmj. isn’t an ACTUAL error, I know Colin says ep 3 it doesn’t mean anything, but I had actually taken that as Colin just being frustrated, and hadn’t read into. Jmj doesn’t even fucking exist, my guess is that it stands for Jon Martin Jonah?

Also what’s everyone’s thoughts on Teddy? Because that man is getting kinda suspicious. Why does he keep showing up? He works into this somehow. Also why doesn’t he actually want to talk to Alice? She’s high energy and not very serious, but it sounds like the guy properly ghosted her, keeps lying about how they’ll hang out more, or how he’ll text her back, could just be him being a bit of a dick, or maybe she did something to kinda deserve it, but it’s could be he’s trying to keep her at a distance to keep her safe? Especially if he is already wrapped up in this crap.

[yourfingeronmytriggers]

The "Ghoulcy" Songs of Fallout (4/4)

Ok, so if you’ve read the previous posts, at this point you’re wondering “Ok, so those are the 'obvious' ones” what was the extra one?

Well I’m so glad you asked because this is the one I’m most excited to share. Something about how they slipped a Ghoulcy reference in all sly and smooth made it feel spicy to discover.

And the reason it’s so easy to miss is it plays during (or more accurately AFTER) a Lucy/Maximus scene. In fact, it plays at the very end of the only episode in which the ghoul doesn't get any screen time...or does he?

Yup, that's right. I firmly believe there’s a song foreshadowing Lucy’s decision to leave Maximus (and her sweet but naive dream with him) in favor of following the Ghoul in pursuit of finding her truth waaaaay back in episode 5 (which is during Lucy/Max’s solo stint).

Remember with me for a moment how absolutely intentional every song choice has been. And how so many have reflected the Ghoul’s point of view? Well, he may not be in the scene but his attitude sure is.

Because in the final scene for the episode, after they fall down into Vault 4, Maximus asks Lucy where they are and she turns to him full of blind faith and confidence, telling him they’re in the “best place in the world.”

This ends the scene and as the credits roll this lovely little number starts crooning—

“It’s Just a Matter of Time”

Someday, some way, you'll realize that you've been blind

Yes, darling, you're going to need me again

It's Just A Matter Of Time

Go on, go on, until you reach the end of the line

But I know you'll pass my way again

It's Just A Matter Of Time

The song references two people who are *currently* apart but destined to meet again. In this moment, Maximus is with her so it can’t be referring to him. The song also talks of naivete (“you’ll realize you’ve been blind”) right after the scene where she makes the comment about a vault being the best place in the world (very ghoulish sounding snark if you ask me).

So who is this mysterious absent figure with an attitude, who seems to delight in calling out naiveté, someone whom she will “need again” when she “reaches the end of the line” and “passes his way again”?

Oh, I think you know.

And maybe this is just the craziest of coincidences but as the song crescendos on it’s final line the screen settles on Walton Goggins name before fading to black. 

And in case you are curious, though it is a short song it has two more stanzas that weren’t used.

____________________

After I gave you everything I had

You laughed and called me a clown

Remember, in your search for fortune and fame

What goes up must come down

I know, I know

That one day, you'll wake up and find

That my love was a true love

It's just a matter of time

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You're welcome. Now go have some sweet Ghoulcy dreams, sugars.

[vera-king-hrfl]

This is just a little something I blurted out when I couldn't sleep. Thinking about Zevlor, as usual. I call it Delusional Aradin.

Aradin has a crush on Tav. She seems so nice, and she had stopped that vile tiefling from attacking him. Not that he needed any help handling the old foulblood, but... well, it was nice to have someone get in the way of how his big mouth got him in trouble. There are so many devil spawn in the Grove right now that it could have gotten a bit out of hand. He’s glad that the druids are throwing them out. 

It's nighttime now, and the tieflings are having some kind of loud party, forcing themselves into Tav’s camp to inflict their demonic presence on respectable adventurers. Aradin forces down his disgust to go and look for her, hoping to get a drink, a dance... perhaps even more. The way she looked at him, he thought he might have a chance to bed her before everyone had to leave. But she's not there. He hangs around for a while, but eventually, the discordant singing starts to hurt his head, and he leaves, wandering through the woods for a while, remembering the way her cute ass moves beneath her clothes. He's thinking he might find a quiet place to get himself off before returning to sleep, when a flurry of movement and a soft sound draw his attention to a spot beyond the trees, down by the water. 

Aradin can’t see in the dark like the foulbloods, but the moon is bright, and he recognizes the curved, branching horns. He also knows the woman in Zevlor’s grasp. The infernal bastard is kissing her. She is squirming in his arms, whimpering, pulling at his clothes. She's obviously trying to escape, but the tiefling holds her tightly to him. Instantly, anger flares, and Aradin strides forward. "Get your hands off of her, you freak!" Zevlor gasps, jerking his head up, looking a bit stunned. Of course he is. He'd just been caught assaulting the beautiful girl who had gone out of her way to save his worthless tail. Aradin draws his sword and points it at Zevlor. "Come on Tav, I won't let this disgusting old pervert hurt you."

She disengages from Zevlor, and he protests, but she just smiles at Aradin. She's stunning, a little mussed, and he imagines the reward she might give him for saving her from the devil. Her words confuse him a little, "let me handle this, Zevlor," but the tiefling just shrugs and stands there, obviously too stupid to realize how much trouble he's in. Tav comes toward Aradin, still smiling, and he feels his lips twitch in response. Oh yeah, she likes him. He’s going to take her somewhere and make her forget about the horrible thing that almost happened to her. Aradin is going to make it all better by bouncing her on his lap, and then tomorrow he's going to tell on Zevlor and get him imprisoned, maybe even strung up. His hellish friends would have to manage without him, but the normal women would be safe. 

Tav passes inside the stretch of Aradin's sword, and he reaches for her with his other hand, wanting to pull her against him. Her hero. But she stops, cocks her arm back, and the mercenary barely has time to gasp before the vicious right hook catches him across the jaw and knocks him flat.

He hears her pretty voice again before he loses consciousness. "Come on Zevlor, let's find a more private place. I want to taste more than your lips..."

[driftward]

Log Entries 40-57

Log Entry 40

Madam Archon came by and inspected the soul armature, and she managed to provide it enough aether for it to finally become active. We do share a connection, since we are kind of the same entity. However, while I am more attached to the Madam Commander, the part of me in the soul armature is more attached to the Madam Archon.

She is probably responsible for it being active at all in the first place. I did not anticipate that that portion of me would survive very long. What I left behind was so small.

But they did the task, and I am proud of them.

I am hoping that we will be able to talk. I would very much like to know what has happened in my absence.

Log Entry 43

It was touch and go for a bit as the little bit of me in the soul armature learned to sustain its own essence reservoir once more, but it is becoming more aware. I think I will be able to talk to it soon.

The Marine came by. She wants to take Madam Commander to the atelier later. I want to see what has become of it as well.

The Chirurgeon and the Madam Archon speak about the Madam Commander often. Her essence is rising only very slowly. I can’t tell what is wrong, and neither can they, only that something is wrong.

Log entry 44

I have no answers

Log entry 44 addendum

The soul armature can see me! We can communicate! Sort of. They are like I was when I was first instantiated. Only some of us can talk directly with our Scholars. Many of us learn to communicate in other ways - through pantomime, sharing feelings, physical movement. Nymian records indicate the ability to talk was far from universal. And we are very small, so it requires aether to amplify our voices.

But they and I are the same. Rather, they were a part of me. Right now we can share a few things through our shared connection, but in time, I am hoping to be able to get a more full picture.

Log entry 44 addendum addendum

The lesser part of me is so much lesser and it is FRUSTRATING. I tried to tell them everything that has happened and all they did was get confused.

Their soul well is healthy though. They have taken to the armature in ways I never did, but it also seems they have trouble leaving it. They are very fast with it though, and the energies that suffuse them are truly impressive. I think the Madam Archon improved on the methods that were used to make me.

I say ‘I think’ because the lesser part of me is a -brat- who only half shares their experiences with me in response to a question. And I say half because then they zipper off to go poke their head into who knows what or they want to go play with someone’s hair or they suddenly remember half a dozen other things and forget what they were doing and I sincerely hope I was never like this.

I don’t REMEMBER being like this.

And it is to my GREAT annoyance they are much better at operating the armature than I ever was. They are very fast. I dare not leave the Madam Commander’s side. The soul armature prefers hovering over the Madam Archon when they are not busy making a nuisance of themselves.

I am going to call them Lav. Since they are me. But smaller. And it is also short for something else. Little pest.

They left with the Madam Archon. She seemed amused by this. Bully for her.

Log Entry 45

The Madam Commander is able to leave the infirmary and has done so several times now. She does not go far, but we have visited the office, the main areas, and gone outside. This building is oddly almost exactly how I remember it. As is the area around it. I think it is even the same season as when we left. I used to think on that, often, of what we had left behind, and now we are back, and it all seems so much the same.

It is weird.

Lav seems to have calmed. At least some of their annoying behavior it seems was just because they were feeling very, very alive. It is the fresh activation with a full aether charge, I suppose.

I guess I understand, I can feel their joy, job well done, thank you, yes you did a very good job, I appreciate everything, especially helping rescue my Scholar, yes it IS great to be able to help your Scholar, though I want to remind them THE MADAM ARCHON IS NOT A SCHOLAR, we are only half lights AT BEST without someone to execute geometries, can you please maybe share your gestalt with me OKAY YES YOU ARE VERY FAST IN THE SOUL ARMATURE.

I am going to put a sigh into the log here. Sigh.

Log entry 57

The Marine had to come and fetch the Madam Commander out of the infirmary. While we have been getting a good amount of exercise in, and spending more and more time outside, I was not the only one who noticed she was not straying very far away from the headquarters.

After all the traveling that we have done, I cannot blame her. But we cannot stay still.

I try to touch her sometimes, still. The connection is becoming stronger, I think, but not strong enough to do anything with. Sometimes I can catch a snippet of more than just her feelings, or I can borrow one of her senses, and that is dizzying, but nothing more. She still cannot hear me.

But she is doing okay, and that’s all that matters.

The Marine took us to the atelier. It is much as I remember it. I wish Lav was here. I would like to interrogate her on our last actions, just before I followed the Madam Commander out into the abyss between.

Well. Good news and bad news. Good news, I can interact with the consoles. She did make it so I could help run the atelier, after all.

Bad news, they no longer recognize me, and will not let me actually DO anything. I must have been changed too much by my time in the abyss between. My essence stretched out by the initial infusion of all the static aether, then corrupted when I chose to accept the chaotic aether, and now.

I am larger then before. My essence far heavier. I am more complex as well. I have written and rewritten myself so much over so much time.

I think maybe I should be redrawn and recalculated, but Madam Commander’s codex does not define me anymore. I do not know how we would even do so, now.

Which means I might need Lav here to act as an intermediary. But Madam Archon is not here with us, which means she is not.

Maybe I can make the console make error noises in a pattern the Madam Commander will recognize.

~*~

Ryssthota handed one of the keys to Zoissette, who just looked at it blankly. Inwardly, Ryss felt a bit put out for her friend. Whatever she had been through, it apparently had taken its toll. Some days she was gregarious, expressive, friendly. Other days, withdrawn.

Ryss had noticed that as she recovered, that ‘withdrawn’ was happening more often.

She had a theory about that. This entire trip was going to be about testing that.

“Couple a new rules. One, there’s always gonna be two people at the lab at all times. Two, it’s my lab now. If you want it back, you’re gonna have to fight me for it.”

Zoissette stared at the key for a moment longer, then slowly looked up at Ryss.

“Ryss, I am not fighting you for the lab,” she said, her voice flat.

Well, not entirely unexpected. Ryss pointed at the second key slot, and put her own key in. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zoissette look between the key and the slot for a long moment, then just before she put it in, she spoke.

“Yet.”

Ryss turned her key before the word registered, and she looked over at Zoissette, a big grin on her own face meeting the slight smile on Zoissette’s.

There was hope yet.

The two entered the laboratory, Ryss turning on the lights and getting some of the machinery running while Zoissette wandered around, reaching out with a hand and tracing her fingertips gently over equipment, machinery, books, counters, everything it seemed.

“It is exactly as I remember,” said Zoissette, her voice hushed.

“Er, yeah?” said Ryss. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Zoissette did not answer, just stopped to stare at the main central containment assembly.

“How long did it take to rebuild it?” asked Zoissette.

“We didn’t rebuild it,” said Ryss, frowning. “I mean, the upper array was damaged, Apple and I fixed that. And we had to reinforce the wards, Riven saw to that. And we had to reset a few things. Believe it or not, Meya did that.”

“Meya?” asked Zoissette. “I know she was always interested in our work, but I did not think she had gone to study. What accolades does she have now?”

“What? Meya hasn’t gone to study. I mean, we might put her in the same work study program as Yesuntei, especially after all this, but she just followed the procedures in your books, Zoi.”

Something was wrong here, but Ryss was not quite sure how to ask what to find out. And Zoissette was just frowning at her. But then, she shook her head, and went back to inspecting the lab. For her part, Ryss slowly returned to her console, to finish entering a few parameters.

Weird. Log errors. Bad input. She must have fat fingered something or another while talking to Zoi. She cleared them.

“Anyroad, I’m glad you were willing to get out and about again,” said Ryss. “Was starting to get worried, the way you were kind of just slumping about. Was thinking if we left you in that office too much longer, you’d start making those little Doman floatforms again. The paper ones with the stiff wings.”

“Uhm, well…”

Ryss stopped what she was doing to lean against the wall and look over as Zoissette sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.

“I, uhm, maybe might have done that to one of Mathye’s intake forms before I fully realized what I was doing,” she admitted.

Ryss laughed. “Oh, don’t let him catch you doing that, he gets pissing mad - well, about everything, really.”

“It was a blank one for incoming patients, he had a stack of them,” said Zoissette. “But… right. I did not want him to think I was messing with his paper work on purpose, so I did immediately throw it away.”

“Attagirl.”

“And then lit it on fire to get rid of the evidence.”

“…inside the infirmary!? ZOI!”

“Fortunately, Meya noticed and immediately doused me and the trash can with a water spell,” said Zoissette, fidgeting nervously. “And then helped me clean up the puddle left behind, so, uhm, everything turned out fine.”

Ryss bounded over, and picked Zoi up in a big hug. Zoi just made a ‘murf’ noise into her shoulder.

“Oh my gods, Zoissette.”

“I was not thinking.”

“I can tell,” said Ryss, putting her back down. “Well now it’s an even better idea I got you out of there, girl. We have got to get you out and about more often.”

“…Y’shtola and Mathye want me to start physical therapy soon. Meya’s offered to take me places. C’oretta and Aeryn have asked when I want to go shopping.”

Zoissette looked off to one side, rubbing her arm. Ryss could hear the console making quiet error noises. She ignored it.

“Erick’s told me I can take the company airship anywhere I want so long as I take someone with me. Y’shtola’s let me know my place back at the Baldesion Annex is still open. Ement says he has a bed open. And, uhm, others. Everyone really. I just…”

Zoissette sighed. “…I do not want to be more of a burden than I already am.”

Ryss crossed her arms and shook her head at Zoissette.

“Word of advice?”

Zoissette looked up at her.

“Take ‘em up on it, every single one. Zoi, you’re not a burden. You’re my friend! We’re your friends. Friendship takes work, sure, but it’s worth it, right? You come through for us all the time. Let us come through for you, huh?”

“…sure,” she said, unconvincingly.

Ryss decided to drop it for now.

“Anyroad, I was hoping to get you back in the science saddle. You can help us figure out what exactly happened here. Y’shtola made a pretty good report, but there’s a lot missing. And maybe run an experiment or two, one of the ones we already did, just to make sure everything’s alright.”

Ryss grinned at her. “Maybe we could make orange juice again.”

“Or play a song,” said Zoissette, distractedly. She was looking into the containment assembly, now. “…I do not know how much help I will be, Ryss. I can barely remember what happened. It was so long ago.”

There. That was what was bothering her.

“…Zoissette, how long ago?” asked Ryss, as gently as she could.

Zoissette closed her eyes, and shook her head. “You would know better than me. It was hard to keep track of time out there. Let me think.”

Zoissette fell silent, but a realization that had been slowly bubbling was now fully coming to the surface in Ryssthota’s mind. “Oh, gods.”

Zoissette stood up, and rubbed her back, and looked over at Ryssthota. “What?”

“Zoi, it’s only been two sennights here.”

Zoissette’s face went through a variety of facial expressions as though she was trying to decide how to response. It was an odd change for Ryss to get used to. The old Zoissette was so tightly controlled, with only a few facial expressions she liked to sort of cycle through. She could be hard to read at times, even as straightforward as she often was.

The new Zoissette, however, seemed to have a straight connection between her heart and her face. If it was not for the depth of knowledge they had of her very soul and aether as a result of the work that needed to be done to bring her back, Ryss may well have thought they had fished up a voidsent trying to pretend at being a Zoissette instead.

But no. This was all just Zoissette being Zoissette, eccentric as always, just in new ways.

Ryss suspected she was about to find out at least some of the why.

“Two sennights,” choked out Zoissette.

“…how long do you think it’s been?” asked Ryss, keeping her voice gentle.

“Over a summer. Maybe two,” said Zoissette, reaching out a hand to steady herself.

Well, a few things made a lot more sense. Some of the conversations, some of Mathye’s findings regarding her aether, some of the comments that Zoissette had been making that seemed bizarre at the time now made cold, logical sense.

“Oh, honey,” said Ryssthota.

“Two sennights,” said Zoissette.

“About.”

Zoissette stood up, and looked around the laboratory.

“You did it all in two sennights,” she said. “I thought - I thought maybe… that I had not been noticed at first. And then, maybe, that the lab had to be rebuilt. And then, you had to figure out what I had done. Learn how to replicate it. Figure out how to undo it. I thought maybe new science had to be learned. I thought…”

“You thought we had left you out there for near on two summers,” said Ryss.

Zoissette nodded. “It made sense to me.”

“Zoi. Zoissette. Look at me.”

Zoissette looked over, and Ryssthota put a hand on her shoulder, and looked at her seriously.

“Never. We would never have left you so long unless there was no other way. You remember how fast we worked to get to the First? You remember how hard we tried until the way over was dropped in our laps? The long nights? All that math and geometry? We practically invented new sciences.”

Zoissette looked at Ryssthota, and nodded, slowly.

“Nothing less for you, Zoissette. You matter. You’re our friend. You’re my friend. And I came for you as fast as I could. We all did.”

Ryssthota gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Zoissette closed her eyes. And then, she gave a short laugh, shaking her head.

“I think… I shall listen to your advice, Ryss.”

She looked up, and now her face was open, with a smile, a real smile on it, as she reached up and patted Ryss’ hand.

“Shopping, physical therapy, all of it. I will listen to my friends.”

Ryss grinned broadly at her. “That’s my girl.”

“Oh, do not let yourself get too comfortable,” said Zoissette. “When I come to fight you for the rights to be in charge of -my- lab, I intend to win.”

“You’d better be ready to give it your all,” said Ryss. “I don’t plan on going easy on you.”

“Why not? It would save you a lot of trouble and more than a few bruises,” sniffed Zoissette disdainfully, and Ryss laughed.

She frowned as she craned her neck to look around Ryssthota. “…is it just me, or is there a pattern to the error beeps coming from that console? It has been very distracting the entire time we have been here.”

Ryss shrugged. “It’s probably nothing. Meya reset the place, sure, but there’s probably some kinks still to work out.” Ryss turned and went to the offending console, and cleared its error log again before beginning to shut it down. “I’ll unplug it and ask Apple to take a look at it later.”

“Where has she been, anyroad? I have not seen her in a few days it seems.”

“Oh, you know Apple, probably found out about something shiny and inadvisable in an Allagan ruin somewhere,” said Ryss. “She was looking for a way to help you recover, so it’s probably related to that. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Ryss finally got the console powered down, then reached under it, and unplugged it. “There. Weird. Hey, that’s enough of that though, huh? Now that you’re out of your shell a bit, maybe you and I go out for a drink, what do you say?”

Zoissette smiled warmly at Ryss. “I would love to.”

~*~

Log entry 57 Addendum

I hate everything, and I am going to light this entire laboratory on fire when I can affect the real world again.

[padfoot-lupin77]

What’s a word you mispronounced for so long because you’d only seen it written and never heard it said

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

I saw 2012 Les Mis again at a local movie theater last night.

[youronlybean]

I know it’s bare minimum for people to support the LGBTQ+ community but like seeing that ‘Ally’ tag on Larry’s stream always makes me very very happy :)

[rosicheeks]

oh yes you were at court! i forgot that was at the start of that post lmao. i've been to court twice when i was super young for drinking underage and then smoking lool it was so boring and long and shit but thankfully you were just there for moral support, i hope it wasen't such a bad thing your friend had to deal with! I remember seeing you post about moving but i forget if it was TO or AWAY from your parents but that clears it up. I totally get you on that though, i'm living at home right now and i feel kind of similar about not feeling comfortable in your own home. Its a bit different for me, but similar enough. Hell my stepdad even sleeps in the living room too! hes always done that so ive always felt like i had to be on eggshells when night time hit. I used to sneak smoking in the backyard back in the day myself, i got caught once when i was in highschool he made me throw all my pieces out which sucked big time. ahhh i love that, art! you should totally show more stuff on here too, at least if you're comfortable and its not stuff you'd wanna sell, i would absolutely love to see any of it 🖤i've dabbled in writing poems and things i planned to make songs, although only recently. I've always wanted to be a musician but my attempts at learning guitar over the years have never ended up lasting long and i try to learn singing but i just dont really think i can. plus i was always afraid of self expression so i never wrote until a few years ago. i still do, because music is so important to me (which is why i did pick 🎤!) and it makes me so happy but yeah. i have 2 shows im headed to in a few months even so im so excited 🥰my day though has been so boring, i mostly played video games and watched youtube videos. watched another episode of a show i've been watching called Silo, which i absolutely love. im so surprised you had room in your tags still after myself lmao, but i do that same thing i always talk in the tags! also i'm giving you tons of hugs and kisses 😘🥰 - 🎤

Hi hi hi ☺️ how are you doing lovely? 🥰

[starrytalking]

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now but it’s okay to struggle. You don’t have to have your “life under control” right now. No matter your age and if it seems like everyone else is doing oh so well (believe me, there’s others who struggle as well!), it’s okay to still figure things out and feel like a complete mess. You still have time to grow as a person and find out what works for you and how you want to live your life. Be forgiving with yourself, I know it’s hard but you deserve rest and compassion from yourself!

[indefiniteavatar]

So basically, in a case about him shoving money at someone so they shut up about him. . .he can’t shut the fuck up himself. I would say something clever and funny here, except the sad part is that this is just so normal in current politics that it’s just. . .not hilariously absurd behavior anymore? Not to say that it’s not absurd - it is beyond such, but it is just. . . predictable, I suppose.

I guess this is how I feel about politics lately? Either I get mad at everything or I try to laugh at everything and normally that works because politicians usually aren’t so tragically stupid so very often, but now I just kinda have to chuckle at the particularly eyeroll worthy things like this, and try to ignore everything else or my brain will explode.

[sodacowboy]

I thought I had more time?? Y’know??

[sttoru]

plsplsplspl soft intimate sex with satoru:(

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. unprotected. praise kink. spooning position. crēampie. cōckwarming. reader gets called ‘baby, pretty, sweetheart, princess’

“it’s okay, baby, i know,” satoru whispers words of comfort in your ear from behind. one of his arms is wrapped around your waist to keep your body close, the other circles your thigh, holding up your leg so his cock could slide in and out smoothly.

you’ve both just woken up from an afternoon nap, needy for each other’s touch. your lover’s raspy voice paired with his bedhead has been an irresistible combination.

satoru wasted no time in pulling your shorts down and freeing his erection from its confines. he went from rolling his hips against the fat of your ass and fondling your tits under your shirt, to burying his fat dick all the way up your cunt.

he’s so soft—so caring. his butterfly kisses make you drowsy again, the tingly sensations running from your face to your nape, and back down to your shoulders and upper arms. “let it out, yeah—good girl. don’t be shy,” satoru chuckles softly as he grinds his cock upwards, tip prodding at that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

your eyes are half-lidded and blurry. you’re feeling so good and loved, so pleased and happy to have a partner like him. “right there, ‘toru,” you whimper quietly once you feel the head of his dick rub back and forth on the deepest parts of your velvety insides. satoru happily obliges, hugging your body even tighter to his chest before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“here, baby?” the white-haired man asks, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine as it ghosts over your skin. he keeps his dick balls deep inside you and switches to slow and shallow strokes, “y’re so pretty. you always know jus’ how to take it. so, so, so good.”

your hands are scrambling to hold onto the white sheets. you can’t physically take the amount of pleasure you’re getting, that inevitable peak gets closer and closer. your hips involuntarily jolt back against satoru, reciprocating his gentle thrusts. a big hand reaches out to yours that’s tugging at the covers, slender fingers intertwining with your own.

“m’sgood,” you mumble incoherently through a soft whimper. your back is positioned in a nasty arch that makes satoru’s dick tingle. he sighs against your nape before allowing his tongue to wet the skin, sucking on the same spot soon after. he does the same to your sensitive ears and neck—covering you with his love while also filling your body with the same.

satoru holds your hand tightly, squeezing it every now and then to reassure you. “i love you so much, y’know that, right?” he says in a gentle tone. he’s confessed his love to you so many times before, though he always makes it sound like it’s his first time doing so.

“i’m never letting you go, ever,” your partner promises before leaning over your shoulder to catch your lips in a kiss. satoru’s tongue sweeps over your bottom lip before rolling around in your warm mouth. his hips don’t stop, cock repeatedly appearing and disappearing inside of your pussy. the pace never escalates to make the moment last longer.

“mhmm— wanna b-be with you forever,” you mutter against his glossy lips, feeling safe and protected in satoru’s embrace like this. all you’re feeling, hearing and smelling is him. that’s what peace is for you. as long as you got him, you’re going to be just fine.

satoru smiles at your words. you feel so perfect around him, your cunt molded to fit his cock whenever he pleases, remembering its shape and allowing it to ruin your insides. “of course, sweets. i’ll treat you so well, ‘kay? you can count on me,” he comforts you with a forehead kiss.

“pretty girl. you’re perfect,” satoru continues to praise you like no other. his free hand runs over the small of your back and back to your thigh, keeping a gap between them so his cock can move a bit more freely. “let me hear your cute moans, c’mon. fuck, y’ turn me on so much,” he sighs, not knowing what he’d do without you.

satoru is obsessed with all of you. the combination of your personality and looks is heavenly. his lips never stop distracting you, his tender kisses covering your entire upper body. the lovey dovey atmosphere in the room never dulls even once.

“ah, ‘toruu, hnghh—can’t last f’ any longer,” you moan, your eyes nearly rolling back. your lover is all the evidence needed to let you know that sex doesn’t have to be rough to be good. he can make you cum for an infinite amount of times by simply grinding his hips against you—changing his techniques every now and then.

rolling his hips in small circles or simply pressing his cock all the way inside your cunt and then prodding at your sweet spots, is all what’s needed to make you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

“aww, my poor baby. can’t hold it in f’me?” satoru pouts before kissing your temples lovingly. he caresses your hip, other hand still not letting go of your hand. there’s such a deep connection between you two—no one can ever sever it. that strong bond feels more intimate when you’re merged into one like this.

“nooo, can’t,” you shake your head and whine about how close you are. satoru nods at your needy words and dips a hand down to rub your clit. his middle and ring finger move around the small bundle of nerves in circles. “khehe, that’s okay. let’s cum together,” he whispers as kisses find their way down your jawline.

you hum in agreement, little moans filling satoru’s ears as you get closer to your climax. your body trembles and heats up, your tummy tingles and tenses up. satoru’s in the same situation as you, his low moans turning into hisses and even quiet whines against the skin of your shoulder.

he holds you close, preparing both of you to reach your long awaited releases. “sh—shit, ‘m g’nna pull out, baby—give me a second,” you hear him whimper under his breath as his hand tightens its grip around yours. he’s nearly crushing your bones.

you don’t give him time to even think of pulling his cock out. you want to relive the sensation of having his seed spread inside of your cunt, overflowing until it’s dirtying the sheets. “no- ‘toru. inside, please,” you beg quietly as your pussy locks around his cock. your walls cling onto his dick, yearning to milk his heavy balls dry of every drop.

satoru gasps and hisses, trying to speak up, but getting overpowered by his own noises of desperation. “fuck, all right, princess. as you wish,” his voice is husky and deep as he pushes his cock in to the base before dumping his load inside you.

ropes of hot cum come out quickly, one after the other, filling you with a hot creamy liquid. you can feel every drop being drained inside your spasming cunt. your own cum mixes with his, creating a lewd mess between your thighs.

“th-thank you,” you whisper tiredly. your body relaxes in satoru’s embrace. you’re trembling due to the intense aftershocks and your lover wastes no time into kissing it better. your forehead is peppered with small pecks, the rest of your face following.

satoru giggles at your fucked out state. he gives you a head pat and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. you can feel him grinning uncontrollably against your skin—the joy emitting from him is contagious.

“any time,” he sighs. you can feel his cock softening after that release, still nestled deep inside of you. he has no intention of pulling out, especially since it’s so comfortable. you let him cum inside you and thus he’ll do everything to keep that hot load buried deep inside your cunt.

you can nearly fall asleep like this with satoru. you have zero complains and simply need to relax after what just happened. perhaps take another nap or two.

the white-haired man kisses your shoulder and rubs your lower tummy, enjoying the softness, “i’m gonna prepare us a warm, relaxing bath in a second. let’s just cuddle some more, baby.”

[tender-rosiey]

“A BIT GENTLER, PLEASE?”

— gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna feeling their baby kick (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

satoru was always all over you, one clingy and affectionate husband.

truthfully, while you would like to say that he is annoying and is making you regret ever getting pregnant, you have to admit that he makes being pregnant a lot easier to endure. his light-hearted way of speaking puts you at easy somehow.

he also made it very obvious that he is excited for the baby, maybe even more than you’re. one of the many ways he shows his enthusiasm is through buying baby clothes and baby equipment and I mean a shit ton of them.

that’s why you’re not surprised when he enters the house with yet another batch of baby clothes, “wifey, I am home!”

you get up and waddle your way to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “what did you get this time?”

“I thought you would never ask,” he smirks before pulling out each and every one of the outfits he got.

you’re sat on the couch with a cup of your favorite warm drink as you listen to his rambles, “first off, I got this really cute blue dress! call it a dad’s instinct but I think she will have my gorgeous eyes,” he grins.

you nod absentmindedly as he continues, “second, I got this yellow jump suit? overalls? dungarees?” he switches his accent in the end and you roll your eyes. he resumes, “eh, I don’t care, but it’s pretty so who cares?”

he puts the clothes aside before kneeling in front you, hand resting on your stomaxh, “right, baby?” he coos, “daddy’s going to get you all the pretty outfits you want!”

you’re about to drift to sleep while your husband busies himself with the baby, but you’re quickly brought back to consciousness when you feel her kick against your stomach.

your husband’s gasp quickly follows after before he presses his ear to your stomach, “can you do that again for me, pretty?”

his other hand moves to hold your own and he guides your hand to his hair, “somehow, this is making me realize just how close she is to finally join us, right, wifey?”

“right, ‘toru,” you smile softly and he quickly starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring about how his pretty wife is simply irresistible.

NANAMI KENTO:

whenever someone asks you about kento, you can’t find the words to stress just how much of a sweetheart he is. he was always a caring and attentive man.

yet, somehow it amplified after your pregnancy: he helps you rest as much as he can, cooks for you, and gets you all the snacks you would like.

you also remember the first time you told him that your feet hurt, and he ended up massaging it for you. you cried that day.

in summary, he never left you in need of anything, like right now for example.

“y/n, would you like anything else?”

a dopey smile is plastered on your face as you relax further in the cushions, feet propped up on the pillow your sweetheart of a husband got.

he places your favorite snacks right by your side. you cup his face and press a lingering kiss on his cheek, “no, thank you, kento.”

he nods and takes a seat beside you. he takes your hand into his and starts rubbing your hand, “we should start preparing the baby’s room,” he murmurs softly.

you nod, head resting on his shoulder, “you’re right. we need to welcome our little princess well.”

he chuckles and his hand moves to rest on your stomach, “I assembled the crib already so that’s something to be proud of.”

nanami’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder and you snuggle closer into his chest, giggling, “my strong, independent, and reliable husband,” you sigh happily, “whatever will I do without you?”

he half-heartedly rolls his eyes, “flattery is getting you nowhere.”

“but it does!” you laugh and he lightly tickles you. your hand rests on your stomach, alongside his. you smirk, “what do you think, baby? is mommy right?”

to your absolute delight, the little girl kicks against your womb making you squeal and instantly look at your husband, “kento, did you feel that?!”

“…yeah,” his face is one of awe. she kicks once again and nanami can’t help but press a kiss to your stomach, “looks like she is a strong, healthy baby.”

 “just like her dad,” you chuckle but stop to think about it for a moment before concern over takes your face.

nanami’s gaze quickly snaps to you, “what’s wrong?”

“if she will be as strong as you then god help my uterus.”

GETO SUGURU:

geto gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you.

in addition to that, nanako and mimiko love hanging out with you so it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that you’re accompanied by someone.

today, he was doing some of his usual works in the establishment? shrine? eh whatever.

no fiber of his being expected the girls to burst into the room, grins filling their faces, as they urgently call him, “geto-sama! you have to see what just happened!”

with no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the girls. he asks them, voice laced with concern, “is y/n okay? did something happen?”

the girls giggle as they finally near your room. mimiko speak up, “she is okay! but something important really did happen!”

somehow, it sends geto more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?

after a while, they are finally there, and geto wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.

you giggle, “’calm down, suguru,” you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, “can you feel it?”

“feel it? what do you mean—“ he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.

you nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.

he rests his head against your stomach, “how are you, little buddy?”

geto chuckles softly, “better not cause trouble for your pretty mom,” his eyes lock with yours, “I hate to see her in pain or discomfort.”

you roll your eyes before patting your husband’s head, “you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?”

“I would rather only charm you, y’know,” he chuckles.

the both of you completely forget about the pair of girls standing at the door way, each snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you.

nanako snickers a little before teasing, “that line was a bit cheesy, no?”

he quirks an eyebrow at them and they quickly flee away. with a soft sigh and a gentle chuckle, he goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

it’s safe to say that sukuna was surprised with the news of your pregnancy, but he came to terms with it quicker than you expected.

he just had to sit with himself a bit and understand that the ‘brat’ in you was his ‘brat’ as well.

he also found himself staring at your stomach longer than he would like. he started to really think about how life will go on from this point onwards.

he is a feared man, the king of curses, with no weaknesses to ever exploit.

that is until you came into his life. he grew fond of you and the rest is history. right now, though, you’re carrying his child.

after a long day, he finally enters your chambers and finds you fast asleep.

he guesses that carrying a child of his own must be more exhausting than that of a normal man. his feet take him to you and his figure towers over your sleeping form.

he watches your expression contort ever so slightly as you stir, perhaps in seek of your comfort.

he sits by your side and his hand traces your every feature, nails slightly grazing you but never hurting you. finally, it reaches your stomach and he frowns lightly.

he sighs, “just what the hell am I going to do with you?”

he feels a light kick against his palm.

his eyes widen at the movement and his hand involuntary presses against your stomach once more, wanting to feel the kick once again. he narrows his eyes, “what? you think that light kick is fit for the kid of the king of curses?”

as if understanding what he said, the baby delivers one rough and tough kick to your abdomen. you wince and whine at the pain, “sukuna, don’t be mean to the baby…”

“I am not trying to, woman,” he grumbles, “that kid is just short-tempered.”

sukuna is sporting quite the frown but it doesn’t stop his hand from massaging your stomach and you hum in content before sassing him, “oh wow, I wonder where did he get that from.”

you squeak as you feel a pinch to your side. you glare at sukuna who glares at you back before replying, “he got it from one stubborn woman who happens to be mine.”

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