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[syd-djarin]

Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice (neighbor!joel AU)

chapter two: sex and candy

*18+ minors DNI*

tags: mentions of anxiety, religious shame/guilt, reader being insecure, mentions of (negative) past sexual experiences and partners, brief mention of alcohol consumption, v fingering, oral (f receiving) joel is a cunnilinguist, 2000’s nostalgia, mentions of the patriarchy (booooo)  squirting (sue me),  Joel-Land™️™️™️

reader has hair that she fidgets with, "grows warm" /"cheeks burning" but not necessarily blushing, with embarrassment - minor edits to make this more inclusive for my readers <3

word count: ~4.5k

Author/s notes: Sorry it took longer to get ch. 2 out than I anticipated. I've had a lot going on in my personal life (I got a new job!) But I promise it won't be as long for ch. 3 hehe. this is a lengthy chapter, hope y'all enjoy!!

had to name reader's bestie after my dear friend @katiexpunk <3 thanks for always letting me run ideas by you and being a peach in general.

and thank you to @softiedingo for being a beta reader as well <333

It has been two weeks since you introduced yourself to Joel and Sarah. You hate to admit it, but you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Joel. Your mind will stay preoccupied temporarily, then they circle back to him. 

Throwing clothes in the washer? Joel. 

Boiling water for pasta? Joel. 

Doing the dishes? Joel. 

In the shower? Yep, definitely Joel. 

And this morning is no different. 

You’re staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth, mind deep into Joel-Land, then your thoughts take a sharp turn - for the worst. You’re thinking about all of your past sexual encounters. 

How unsatisfying and selfish your past partners were. You hadn’t been romantically involved with any of your past partners, all of them casual-no-strings-attached type of arrangements. 

Even if the sex was casual, did that mean the pleasure had to be one-sided? Of course not. 

However, after each encounter you found yourself feeling disappointed, and truthfully, it made you feel…..icky. Was it religious shame? Even though you don’t participate or believe in any religion anymore, your formative years were spent in a conservative, Christian church; where sex is bad, and sin is bad. And you don’t want to be bad, because you will go to hell. You don’t even believe in hell, yet, there is a small voice in your head that still worries about eternal damnation. Jeez, I should really see a therapist about that.  

 Perhaps it’s the misogyny and sexism, rampant and hard-wired into society and into mind’s since the beginning of time. 

Your internal theological and philosophical debate gives you a throbbing headache. 

+++

It’s Friday. Halloween falls on a Tuesday this year, so most Halloween celebrations would occur this weekend. 

If you were still in college, you’d most likely attend a costume party at a frat party and drink until the sun came up. These days, you don’t recover from hangovers as easily and find the anxiety spiral that follows a night of drinking to be too debilitating so you’re planning on keeping it chill this year. 

You’re pouring out a bag of candy into a bowl, so candy is easily accessible for your sweet tooth cravings when you hear a strong, loud cluster of knocks at your front door. 

Knock. Knock. Knock-knock. 

Shaking off your initial startling from the sudden knocks, you open your front door to find Joel. He’s leaning his shoulder on the doorframe, one half of his body bears all his weight. He swiftly straightens upright again when you greet him. He looks even more handsome from the last time you saw him. He’s wearing dark wash jeans that accentuate his body in the most delectable way and a black t-shirt with a faded MILLER CONSTRUCTION graphic that is just barely legible. 

You have the urge to steal the well-worn shirt so you can sleep in it, relish his scent, and let it become a metaphorical embrace of Joel. 

Fuck, I really am down bad, you internally scold yourself to come back to the present moment. 

“Joel! Ho-how are you?” you manage to creak out through nerves and surprise. 

His beautiful, dark brown eyes are staring right into yours. His eyes could compel you to do anything. 

“I’m doin’ alright, you?” The word ‘alright’ is drawn out making it sound like “awllll-right”

“Can’t complain. Y’all settling in okay?” tilting your head unconsciously, as if to convey genuinity.  

“Oh yeah, ‘s a nice neighborhood. Sarah seems to be enjoyin’ her new school, I was a lil worried she’d have a hard time but she’s a smart kid and gets along with pretty much everyone. Awful silly of me to worry in the first place…” he’s rambling, hands moving at the same pace as his speech. 

You find his rambling to be cute, it’s a bit of a juxtaposition from his strong, demanding presence. 

Joel realizes he’s nervous after he concludes his tangent. When’s the last time he felt nervous around women? Especially a sweet, non-threatening woman like you? 

“Anywho, I came over to uh- ask you somethin’... Sarah liked your cookies so much she wants to learn how to make them herself and was wondering if you’d teach her?”

“I’d love to!” You shoot him a flattered smile,  learning that Sarah wanted you to teach her to bake makes your heart sing.

Joel is amazed at you. You agreed to teach a twelve year old, one who you hardly know, to bake. He shouldn’t be surprised given your sweet demeanor and generous heart, but he’s in awe of you. 

“You sure? I mean, you obviously don’t have to if you don’t want—”

“Joel, I’d be honored to. Send her over in an hour,” you cut him off, hoping to convey your delight in teaching someone else to bake, the same way your grandma did for you. 

Joel can’t stop the shit-eating grin that appears on his face. 

“Sounds good. I’ll send her your way, sweetheart,” he lingers just for a moment to watch your reaction to the nickname, the one he’s used twice. 

You desperately try to keep your composure cool and collected, but you’ve never had a good poker face. You wear your emotions like an accessory. And right now, you are flustered. You divert your attention to the ground as if looking into his eyes would expose your every thought. 

“O-okay!” You can barely stammer out a response before he is pivoting off your porch, back to his own house. 

You can’t see it with his back turned to you, but Joel is smirking to himself and feeling amused at his effect on you. 

+++

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

“Yes, dad. I don’t need a chaperone to bake cookies. I’m a big girl now, remember?”

Yes, he is acutely aware that she is a big girl now. Well, not really, to him she will always be his baby girl, but that doesn’t stop her from growing up. Too fast for his liking. The idea of her becoming a teenager almost gives him a coronary. It won’t be long before she’s driving, then graduating, and college. What if she wants to attend a school in another state? Across the country? 

He feels queasy at that thought, afraid that she will grow out of thinking her dad is the coolest, afraid that she doesn’t want to spend time with her old man anymore. 

He wills himself to think about something else. Anything else. Inevitably his thoughts wander to you. 

Joel hates to admit it, but he was hoping to join Sarah for the baking lesson. He wants an excuse to be in your radiant, sweet, beautiful presence again. 

While you can’t stop thinking about him, he can’t stop thinking about you. 

Driving home from work? You. 

Making dinner? You. 

Making his morning coffee? You. 

Laying in bed? Oh, yeah. Definitely you. 

Exactly one hour passes when Sarah arrives at your house. You’ve already set up in your kitchen in preparation; already pre-measured the ingredients, setting out all the necessary baking equipment and you even found a spare apron for Sarah to wear. Ya know, to give her the full experience. 

“Oooh, this apron makes me feel like a professional!” Sarah exclaims after tying the strings on her designated apron. 

“Well, after this, you will be.”

You can’t remember the last time you felt this much joy. Sharing a passion of yours with someone who is eager to learn from you delights your heart and soul in a way you didn’t know you needed until now. 

“So first, we’ll need to combine the butter and sugar,” Sarah dumps the butter and sugar into the mixing bowl. “Great, now we want to beat the mixture until it looks fluffy.” 

She is completely engrossed in watching for the desired texture, furrowing her brows together in a way that mimics Joel. You find it adorable. 

“Excellent, now we are going to add in the eggs and vanilla extract.” 

She follows your instructions to a T, meticulous and concentrated as if she were mixing hazardous chemicals in a lab. 

“You’re doing great.  Now let’s add our dry ingredients, half of it at a time.” 

Her eyes light up when it’s time to fold in the chocolate chips. You both agree it’s the best part, both of you indulging in a few before adding them to the dough. 

You assist Sarah in rolling the dough into little balls and placing them onto the baking sheet. 

While waiting for the cookies to bake, you learn more about Sarah and Joel. She tells you about their old house, the camping trip they went on this past summer, the catchy pop songs on the radio that Joel will pretend to hate but she catches him humming the tune later, how Joel makes a big breakfast for the two of them every Sunday, a ritual they started when Sarah started school - he makes pancakes just for her. 

Getting a snapshot of Joel and Sarah’s lives and their dynamic makes your mega crush on Joel that much bigger. From what Sarah has shared with you, he seems like a caring, protective yet fun dad. You’re aching to learn everything about him. 

“Do you have any plans for Halloween?” Sarah asks as you’re pulling the baking sheet out of the oven. 

“Oh um, I usually just hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. Nothing super exciting. What about you?”

“We always order pizza and watch a scary movie - nothing super scary though. We dress up too. Well, I dress up but dad thinks he is too cool to do that so he wears the same boring mask every year,” she has a mischievous grin on her face, concocting a plan when she asks, “do you want to come over and join us?” 

On one hand you’d love nothing more than to spend more time with your new friend and Joel, but on the other hand the thought of being in the same room as Joel, in his house, makes you both anxious and aroused. Dizzy, nervous, and horny makes for an unpleasant combination. 

Gaining a sliver of bravery, you swallow your apprehension and say yes. 

“Sure, yeah, what time should I come over?”

“6:30. And you better wear a costume!”

+++

You’ve spent the past hour trying to put a costume together. Not making any progress, you decide to seek external advice - your best friend Katie. 

You both met as freshman and have been close friends ever since, even rooming together in your first off-campus apartment. She moved to the West Coast shortly after graduation, though you still keep in touch via email and phone. You give her the scoop on Joel - him moving into the neighborhood, your gigantic crush on him, how you baked cookies with Sarah yesterday. She’s impatiently waiting for you to bone your hot neighbor. Girl, I’m waiting too. 

“Do you still have that bunny costume you wore junior year?”

You rummage through your tote of seasonal clothing in search of said costume. Pulling it out, you now realize just how skimpy the costume really is. Bunny ears and a tail paired with a skin tight black bodysuit leaves virtually nothing to the imagination and definitely too much skin for this occasion. 

“Dude, I can’t wear this! His daughter will be there! I can’t believe I wore this out in public. This is X-Rated,” you’re growing agitated in having no success in your costume, to the point that you are tempted to tell Sarah you came down with something so you don’t have to go. 

“Okay, okay, the ears and tail are still salvageable. Do you have something besides the bodysuit?”

“Ummm…” you trail off into the phone, frantically searching for something to replace the risque bodysuit. You find a plain white baby tee amongst the sea of clothing, deciding you can pair it with your favorite jeans, the ones that accentuate your body in all the right places. 

“This could work..” muttering to yourself when a devious thought pops into your head. White shirt, no bra. 

“Found it! Gotta go, loveyoubye!” You hang up the call before Katie has a chance to respond, tossing your pink Razr on your bed. Your body hums in anticipation and jitters, feeling emboldened by your no bra plot. 

After throwing on your outfit, you style your hair differently than you normally do. You add several coats of mascara to your lashes, sweep on some blush that complements your skin and add a sparkly lip gloss to your lips, making them appear extra plump and juicy. 

You grab a bag of Halloween candy and you practically skip across the street. Reaching the front door of your new bestie and her gorgeous dad, your confidence is replaced with a furious ball of anxiety. Your heart is palpitating and you feel your stomach churn. 

 Would Joel think you looked stupid? Or worse, childish? Fuck, you should’ve stayed home. 

Joel opening the door snaps you out of your thought spiral but only briefly, because he’s staring at you like you’ve started growing extra limbs. He looks both puzzled and pissed? 

“What uh-what’re you doing here?” 

His voice has a sharpness you haven’t heard before and it stings. 

You have a moment of realization. 

Sarah didn’t run the invitation by her dad.

 You deduct that he isn’t a fan of surprises. 

Before you can formulate a response, Sarah saves you from having to do so. 

“You dressed up! I’m glad you came,” she squeals while wrapping her arms around your middle in an embrace. 

She looks up at Joel from where she’s latched onto you and gives her confused dad an explanation. 

“Dad, it’s okay, I invited her.” 

That seems to alleviate his confusion. You, on the other hand, not so much. You’re internally screaming at yourself. It’s obvious to you that Joel wasn’t expecting you, and in conclusion, doesn’t want you here. 

“I didn’t mean to impose, I—I’m sorry, I’ll uh— just go back home,” fighting back tears of embarrassment, looking everywhere except at Joel.  You think now is a superb time to move across the country, change your name, dye your hair, somewhere far away from this humiliation. 

Joel senses you’re feeling rejected in some way.

“No, no, come on in. Jus’ wasn’t expectin’ you s’all,” he gives you his most reassuring smile. 

You swallow the lump of emotions in your throat. 

He didn’t expect you to come over, nor did he expect you’d show up as his personal version of a Playboy bunny.  He almost busted in his jeans when he could see your nipples through your very thin white t-shirt. He thinks you’re trying to kill him. 

+++

You’re starting to relax once you three settle on the couch, Sarah nestling between you and Joel, Alien on the TV. Turns out, you and Joel share a love for the film. You may or may not have gotten into a heated (playful) debate about the other films in the franchise.

Joel gets an influx of trick-or-treaters, more than you usually get, residents of the neighborhood taking advantage of this opportunity to be nosy. Again. 

In between costume clad visitors, you sneak glances at Joel, who looks absolutely scrumptious tonight. His hair had been damp and combed back when you arrived, his curls now almost dry and in all their glory. He’s wearing an obviously well-loved, faded Pearl Jam concert tee that clings to his arms and grey sweatpants that sit dangerously low on his hips. You wonder if all his shirts fit like that. When he stands, you can see the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.  You have to manually restrain yourself from pouncing on him. You’re soaking through your panties and you’re a little worried that if you stand, the seat beneath you will be soaked too. 

The scent of his body wash invades your nostrils, a heavenly mix of sandalwood and cinnamon. You’re imagining yourself running your hands through his hair and burying your nose into his neck, alternating between kissing and sucking on the skin there. You want to taste every inch of his skin, taking your time to savor him. 

Joel’s stealing glances at you, too. He’s never seen someone look so sweet and seductive, divine even. You smell warm and sweet, amber and vanilla. Not the artificial, manufactured type vanilla scent, it’s like vanilla straight from the bean. When you readjust your position on the couch to get more comfortable, your tits lightly bounce, unrestrained by a bra. He has to stifle a groan, disguising it as a cough. He wonders how much they’d bounce if you were riding his cock. Your lips are absolutely sinful. Pouty and plump, juicy from the lip gloss. The bunny ears are the nail in his coffin. He’s picturing you bent over on his couch, still wearing the bunny ears as he devours your pussy from behind. 

Only a quarter of the way through the movie, a few of Sarah’s friends from her old school pop in to invite her over for an impromptu sleepover to which Joel agrees to, since they no longer go to school together. 

Which means you and Joel are left alone. Together. Your body is aching to close space between you and the man you’re enamored with. You don’t know that Joel is itching to do the same. 

“Sarah couldn’t stop talkin’ bout yesterday. She loved hangin’ out with ya, thanks again for doin’ that.”

“She’s welcome to come over anytime. She’s a sweet kid,” you’re beaming at the fact she enjoyed baking with you. Joel notices the way your eyes gleam, overflowing with delight.

You finally have the courage to meet his eyes. The way his eyes are raking over your entire body makes your clit throb in anticipation. Your heartbeat is erratic, thumping loudly in your ears. 

The energy in the room is magnetic, pulling you and Joel closer together. 

“You can uh-scoot closer t’me if ya want,” he gruffs out, beckoning you to scoot closer to him. Joel wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you make him feel like a flustered teenage boy about to kiss a girl for the first time. 

You scoot closer to Joel, hoping he doesn’t notice your body trembling from nerves. 

With your body flush next to his, he stretches one of his toned arms behind your head, resting it on the back of the couch. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body and it sends a shiver down your spine, straight to your aching core. 

The tension in the air is palpable, both of your bodies buzzing in arousal. You’re both pretending to watch the movie in front of you, but your minds are elsewhere. He gently removes his arm from the couch and rests it across your shoulders. It’s a seemingly innocuous gesture, but its impact makes you clench around nothing, more arousal dripping into your panties. 

He leans his head down close to yours, his mouth behind your ear.

“No bra? You’re a naughty lil bunny aren’t ya?” His hot breath tickles your ear, your eyes clamp shut involuntarily and you whimper. A high-pitched, whiny whimper, and Joel’s never heard anything sweeter. 

He places his other large palm on your thigh, gently squeezing it. Your skin prickling in goosebumps and your nipples are hard enough to cut glass. The wetness pooled in your panties is beyond the point of comfort. 

Joel presses a chaste kiss behind your ear, eliciting another whimper from you. He peppers kisses from your neck all the way to your collarbones.

“This okay?” 

“Mhmmm…”  You’re already so keyed up you feel hazy. Your whole body feels hot, lit aflame by Joel’s lips on your skin.  

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he rasps while his hand is caressing your thigh, intentionally not too close to where you want him. Need him. 

“Mhmmm,” you moan, still unable to form words, arousal taking over all of your bodily functions. 

“Need you to use your words, honey.” He squeezes your thigh again.

He pulls his face back from your neck to look you in the eyes, and slows his movements on your thigh so you can tell him to back off or give him the green light to continue. You grab his hand on your thigh and squeeze it, to keep him from removing it. 

“Joel, pleeease. Want it so bad. Need you so fuckin’ bad.” 

You beg in the most sultry voice you can muster, emphasizing every syllable. 

Your lust laden eyes and the way you mewl for him ignites something ravenous, primal, carnal in him. He hasn’t heard you cuss before and it sounds so filthy in your honeyed voice.  His rock hard cock twitches in his pants. 

He presses his plush lips against yours. It’s hesitant at first, but his apprehension dissipates when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back with fervor. Joel deepens the kiss, one hand gripping your hip, the other hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pressing your body further into his. You tangle one of your hands in his luscious curls. He tastes like sweet peppermint and a hint of black coffee. You feel dizzy, tasting him, finally feeling him. 

He breaks the kiss, guiding you to lie down on your back and props your head up on one of the couch armrests. 

He’s looking down at you and he’s never seen anything more beautiful. You’re always pretty, effortlessly so. But seeing you underneath him, sweet and desperate for him? He’d do anything you ask him to.

“You’re the prettiest lil bunny. So fuckin’ pretty.”

You’re bashful under his gaze and his compliment, cheeks burning. 

Joel notices you trying to shy away and he places a thumb under your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. 

Now you feel embarrassed for trying to shy away in the first place.

“Sorry I’m—”

“Nothing to ‘pologize for, sweetheart,” he’s caressing your chin with his thumb, alleviating all of the embarrassment from you.

“Wanna taste you. You’ve no idea how bad I’ve wanted to taste you. Needed to know if you were as sweet as your cookies.”

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe out, “yes - yes please, taste me, Joel”

He chuckles softly at your enthusiasm and promptly rids you of your jeans, making the leather of the couch feel cool to the back of your thighs. 

Joel lets out a guttural moan when he sees your sky blue satin panties soaked through. He runs a finger over the damp spot, making you quiver. His touch is featherlight and it’s maddening. You’re squirming, hips lifting off the couch, chasing for more. 

He obliges, running a finger over your clit with added pressure. 

“Joel, please–” You’re a whiny mess under him, and he’s just getting started. He’s rubbing gentle circles over your bud, still-panty clad. 

He presses a kiss on your belly, just below your navel. The tenderness makes your body shudder.

He finally removes your panties and you gasp when the cool air hits your throbbing pussy. 

“Pretty girl with a pretty pussy to match.” Joel’s admiring the way your pussy is glistening for him, begging to be touched. 

He runs a finger through your drenched seam, your juices dripping onto his thick digit. He licks his finger, then shoves it into his mouth so he can taste every drop. His eyes clamp shut, groaning at how you taste. You commit the image to memory, not wanting to forget how he looks and sounds when he tastes you for the first time.

“Knew you’d taste sweet. So fuckin’ sweet.” 

Your brain short circuits when you realize that means he’s thought about this before. That he’s imagined how you’d taste. Picturing him fantasizing about you makes you light-headed. 

Joel spreads your legs wider, giving him full access to your pussy. He dives in without warning, licking from entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck, Joel!” You hoarsely shout with one hand gripping the couch cushion and one tugging onto Joel’s messy curls. His beard scratches the sensitive skin of your pussy as you grind your hips into his mouth, desperate for release. 

 You see stars while he expertly alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking on your clit. He’s keeping a steady rhythm, on the slower side, taking his time pleasuring you. He’s enjoying this.

Obscene sounds fill the room; Joel devouring your pussy like it’s the Last Supper and your chorus of moans and expletives. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!”

“Shitshitshit–”

“Joelllll-” 

He picks up the pace, your fingers cramping from their deathgrip on the couch. You feel your peak approaching - sweat beading on your forehead, chest heaving, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

Joel senses your approaching release and pushes one of his thick, dexterous fingers into your weeping hole. 

He reaches for your hand that’s tangled in his hair and intertwines your fingers with his, resting your connected hands on your inner thigh. It’s overwhelming; the intimacy of your interlocked fingers paired with the filthy onslaught of his mouth. 

He speeds up as he adds another finger, hitting the spot that no one except you has reached before. You never knew it could feel this amazing. You thought you were doomed to a life of bad sex. 

Apparently, you just needed Joel to show you differently. And you are so glad he proved you wrong. 

Joel hooks his fingers inside you bringing you closer and closer to that peak you’ve been dying to reach. You’re squeezing his fingers, both the ones inside you and the ones interlaced with yours. 

“Joel I-I’m close,” you manage to choke out, mind foggy from the intense pleasure. 

He sucks on your clit, hard and you’re coming, entering a euphoric plane of existence. You’re floating, body trembling, coming harder than you’ve ever come before. 

Joel slows his fingers and removes his mouth from your pussy, beard glistening with your release, gently bringing you back to reality. He keeps your fingers locked with his, grounding you in the present.

The orgasmic fog clears from your brain, regaining awareness of your surroundings when you feel how drenched your lower half is. Like, really drenched. You lift your head from the armrest and look down and you’re appalled by the scene. 

You fucking squirted. Everywhere. 

On yourself, on the couch, on Joel. His beard is soaked completely, to the point it’s dripping down his chin. He’s just as stunned as you are. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, fuck I-” you’re scrambling to get off the couch and Joel grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks. 

“What’re you sorry for? That was so fuckin’ hot, sweetheart.” 

“I-I didn’t know I could do that…”

“Oh yeah? First time ever squirtin’?

“Yeah, the first time anyone else has made me come… like, ever.” 

His gaze goes dark. 

You get the feeling that he’s just getting started with you. 

And just like your cookies, he’d never have enough. 

THE END

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.4 | END)

W/C 7.2k #NSFW, male!reader, top!reader, bottom!sukuna, ABO elements, heian sukuna, typical kitsune shapeshifting, jp mythology, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, unhealthy relationships, questionable relationships, power imbalance, ABO elements, gojo/megumi/yuuji/nobara cameos, yuuji/megu/nobara are early 20s, sukuna is controlling/possessive/obsessive, rough sex, not edited enough (oh well) Note: It's finally over (dies like Noctis)

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah @memedealer-exe @f0th3rr @boretheral @cicithemess @paastaboi @someone0vx

“Google says kitsune are usually attuned to one of the thirteen elements,” Nobara prattled, scrolling through the random Japanese mythology website on her phone. “Itadori, what's his element, huh?” 

Yuuji pursed his lips, face growing deadpan as he thought and quickly realized he had no clue.

“Uh…” 

Nobara grimaced. “Useless.” 

“Hey, I didn't know they were all, y'know, elemental-y, okay?! Jeeze!” 

Megumi sighed and shook his head. “We're supposed to be keeping an eye on him, not arguing about garbage you found online.” 

The two country bumpkins followed Megumi's gaze to where you snoozed under a tree. It felt a little strange seeing you donned in one of college's spare uniforms, but you seemed quite pleased by the modern take on fashion and aesthetic. Yuuji wondered if you'd take to modifying the plain, black clothes the way you'd done so in the past.

“Oi, kyuubi!” Nobara called as she wandered in your direction, much to the chagrin of Megumi. “I got a question for ya.”

You spared her a sleepy glance before sitting up and stretching with a wide, toothy yawn. It almost took the three aback, seeing how sharp and distinctly not-human your teeth were.

“You and everyone else, evidently.” You hummed and combed your tail with your fingers. “Speak.”

“Is it true that your kind are, like, elemental or something?” 

Megumi sighed as he rolled up beside her. “She means to ask if kitsune are elementally-attuned, whether it be to fire, water, earth–that sort of thing.” 

“I literally just said that!” Nobara hissed as she smacked Megumi's arm. The raven didn't react in the slightest. 

“Yeah!” Yuuji piped up. His face grew red as soon as your lazy stare flicked to him. “I-I, uh–like, y'know, fire. Or…you talked about fire?” 

“You are so tactless. It's starting to get sad.” 

“Can it, Kugisaki!” 

You smiled. “It's true, more or less. I was taught my sort usually falls into one of the thirteen elements: celestial, wind, spirit, darkness, fire, earth, river, ocean, forest, mountain, thunder, sound, and time.

“Then, there are the broadly ‘bad’ sort, nogitsune, and the ‘good’ sort, zenko. Most say only zenko reach total divinity, but that's not always the case.” 

“Yikes, so the bad kitsune can be gods too?” Yuuji asked as he sat down with you and pulled at the grass idly. “Isn't that, y'know, bad?”

“Gods are all inherently bad, as far as I'm concerned,” you said.

“Gojo-sensei mentioned you were one,” Megumi offered as he and Nobara sat, too. “A god. The people revered you.” 

You snorted and covered your mouth the way you might have if you had the long sleeves of a kimono to aid you.

“They didn't mind me. I don't think they particularly liked me, considering what company I kept.” You hummed and straightened out your sleeve. 

“Yeah, but…you're not him, so what's the point in hating you?” Yuuji asked, and you couldn't help but feel more weight and worry behind the words. 

“I don't care what they thought of me. I only cared about what the palace residents thought. They were my family, in a sense.” 

“Even Sukuna?” Megumi asked. 

“That's such a stupid question, oh my god. Boys are so stupid,” Nobara said with a deadpan.

You smiled, though, and kindly still answered. 

“Especially Sukuna.” 

“Hey, hey! Sorry for the wait!” Gojo called across the field as he made a show of sauntering on over before teleporting in the blink of an eye. “So? Are we all–oooh, are we gossiping?”

“What, no?!”

“No.”

“No.” 

Gojo pouted. “My students always leave me out. Thankfully, my sweet, pious, precious (Name) is nice to me!”

“You're late, Satoru,” you sighed as you stood, tying back your chopped hair into the tiniest of ponytails. “What is the reason?”

Gojo whined and trotted up to you, rubbing and petting your ears to bring you back to his side of the issue.

“It's not my fault! All the higher-ups are sooo annoying and yap sooo much!” He shuffled behind you and played with your three lush tails much like a toddler would. “Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy that's not gonna get mad at the Gojo Satoru?” 

You sighed and flicked your ear, thwacking him in the forehead with it. “Let's not waste any more time, cretin.

“What're we even doing, Sensei?” Yuuji asked, rubbing the back of his head after raising his hand like he was in class. “You didn't really tell us anythin’.” 

“Yeah, I thought we were just watching the fox until he had to go back in his cage,” Nobara said, arms crossed and expression sour. “Seems kinda stupid. He's not even a threat.” But Yuuji knew there was little truth to that statement.

“I'm guessing the meeting was about relocating (Name).” Megumi looked at Gojo. “So what's the plan?” 

–

The five of you walked endlessly through the vast forest surrounding the college. Your gaze traveled up sky-scraping trees, admiring the ancient song of life only you could hear through the soil and air. Wind danced across the verdant canopy above, scattering beams of molten sunlight across the forest floor and dappling the shoulders of the sorcerers before you with golden kisses–a sight you so sorely missed from your tenure at the palace. 

The land was not crying here. You'd heard the distant sound from the concrete jungle resting far below the rise of the college, and it shrouded you with jaded confusion and contempt for what had been done to the world in your stead; if you'd been smarter, wiser to the plans of one, could you have prevented this? Or were humans simply inevitable with their evolution? Perhaps it was up to the Earth to find the yang after the yin.

“Okay, this is it!” Gojo called, snapping you from your rampant thoughts. 

You looked to where he gestured, and found a simple building. It was reminiscent of the college in its design–modern, but clearly inspired by traditional architecture–and it looked fairly new. A bell attached to a rope stood at the forefront, as did a well for mortals to throw their offerings before ringing the aforementioned chime. Beyond that, the shrine lacked character and decoration. It was a clean slate. 

You blinked owlishly, and tilted your head. “This is…?”

“A shrine! For our new on-campus god! How fun is that, huh?” Gojo smiled, proud for a reason you couldn't decipher. “You get to make it home!” 

The younger three all deadpanned, looking between each other, trying to parse if their teacher was delusional or just being a menace to society and doing this behind the council’s back. Honestly, it was up in the air. 

“I–is that even–” Megumi tried, but gave up and rubbed his face instead. 

“So…(Name)’s gonna be, like, our resident god, or something?” Yuuji wondered, feeling his heart pitter patter just a little faster. 

“Haha! Sure, if you want to think of it that way.” Gojo smiled and looked toward the blank canvas of a shrine. “In exchange for divine favour, we grant sanctuary. Home. A place to call your own.” 

You didn't say much, but your tails swished and flowed as you stared at the humble abode–your humble abode–and inhaled shakily. 

“I suppose this will do,” you conceded, still too unwilling to give Gojo the satisfaction of knowing he'd touched your heart. “It's a bit stingy, however.”

“STINGY?” 

“Indeed. Now, begone–I have work to do.” 

– 

Sukuna reached for you when he dreamed. He didn't need to sleep, he had no use for it as he was now, but he convinced himself into the realm of the unconscious regardless, searching for the doorway leading to your mind. 

And he tried night after night, day after day, searching and sitting outside the palace of your inner realm once he found the entrance. The door was the same as the one leading to your chambers in your shared home; a simple, sliding door of wood and paper. Beautiful. Comforting. 

He knew the door wouldn't open for him, not yet; he deduced what may have happened, and what that would have meant for you all and himself as a result. He'd have to be patient. Wait for you to let him in to confront him, or seek his comfort. 

But he didn't expect the door to open so suddenly behind him, sending him rolling onto his back and staring upside down at the most magnificent sight he'd ever beheld–a kyuubi, sitting poised across the room, dressed in a haori several sizes too big, waiting with his back turned as candlelight flickered and lulled the room into a lazy, sleepy haze.

Sukuna righted himself and stood, spirit flailing and tearing itself apart in his uncontrollable want for you, for a desire to return back to the simplicity of this time. But he couldn't go back. Maybe he could recreate it. 

“Fox,” Sukuna murmured, excitement igniting the small, human body he'd been forced to mold his soul into. It felt so much worse in this form, his want being so much more fucking unbearable and burning a hole in his damn chest and skull. 

You shifted, head turning the slightest toward him yet refusing to give way entirely. But, then you stood, and Sukuna suddenly understood how you felt in the presence of his overwhelming power. 

You stood tall. Proud. Powerful. Your ears pointed towards the heavens while your tails fanned against the gates of hell when you turned to face that lover of the past, the one you held so dear for decades. 

Sukuna almost felt weak in the knees (or was that somehow Yuuji interrupting his delusions?) when bright red markings caught the light, shimmering in divine sparks of orange and teal in the firelight–and your eyes. Your eyes. They burned with higher purpose. With unreadable certainty and alien understanding. You made Sukuna's gut coil with need. 

“My Sukuna,” you whispered to the room. You took a step forward, and Sukuna eagerly met you the rest of the way. “You look so…small.” 

He looked up at you–yes, up--and admired your face and godly stature and just how fucking tall and unearthly and powerful you were looming over him. 

“Stuck looking like this fucking runt while I'm in his body,” Sukuna explained bitterly. He reached a hand up while he spoke, and you graciously leaned down to let his skin touch yours. 

An ache curled under Sukuna's skin, flushing his complexion with heat and suffocating him in those unbearable sorcerer uniform garbs. His pants strained too tight, his jacket and hoodie made his core swelter and his mind grow fuzzy. It was torture. 

“He looks so much like you,” you drawled, holding Sukuna's face in kind. You hummed with sympathy when he moaned and leaned into your touch, only abandoning his own rediscovery of your features to hold your palms against him, to indulge in everything so wholly you. 

“Forgot what I look like, huh,” Sukuna huffed. “This brat looks like a beaten monkey.” 

“So did you.”

“Hey.” 

“But I adored you anyway, did I not?” 

Sukuna scanned over your face slowly, methodically, wondering. 

“Adore. You mean ‘adore’.” 

“Perhaps.” You smoothed a thumb over his cheekbone. “It's been some time.” 

“You chose me. You belong to me.” Sukuna's lip curled as he growled and forced your hands into his skin firmer as though to leave scars. “Mine. Only mine.” 

Your lips quirked upwards and Sukuna pulled you down to kiss you. His voice reverberated between your linked bodies as your tongue licked into his mouth far enough to nearly make him choke. You kindly pulled him flush against you, wrenching more pleased, needy noises out of him with no effort at all. 

“You're as starved as Yuuji,” you whispered as his hands fumbled with your ornate clothes, yanking and pulling at them with reckless abandon. 

“Shut up.” His grumbling lessened just a bit when you eased your robes open, exposing your perfect skin to him once again. 

“I believe it'd displease you if I stopped talking, no?” You tore the clothing off the other's body as he pulled you down to the floor with him, suddenly so eager to submit. 

Sukuna scoffed. “I–just touch me, fox.” 

It was your turn to purr and keen, basking in the soft tremble of anticipation the all-powerful choked on as he spread himself bare beneath you, your garbs cascading all around him like a waterfall–only you would get to see him, chest heaving, eyes swirling with lust and need, hidden behind a curtain of embroidered flames.

“Poor thing.” You dug your nails into his hips and dragged him toward you, prodding your aching length against his unprepared heat. “You've been so long without touch. Without love. Do you still think it's meaningless?” 

The curse snarled, and you caught him by the throat, pinning him in place and jamming your other hand's fingers down his throat before he could bark back at you. And just that simple torture had the king's hips twitching and bucking, slowly falling into time with the rhythm of your digits slipping in and out of his bratty mouth. 

“F-fuck you,” he gasped once his mouth fell empty. 

You chuckled smoothly. “It's simply food for thought.” You pressed two fingers into him and worked inside with ease despite the crushing heat clamping down around you. You didn't know if his sweet, little body wanted you to stay put or fill him faster. 

“Fuckin'--annoying, shithead, bratty fox–” he cut off with a ragged moan as you pressed against his prostate and rubbed against it slowly, firmly, deliciously. His eyes fell shut and his brows twitched up, a vivid look of desperation and concentration making him look far too vulnerable and breedable for his own good. 

“It's strange,” you hummed, working him a little faster and jamming your fingers against his sweet spot over and over. “I never thought you'd willingly submit.” 

“I need it,” Sukuna growled, fisting his hand around his weeping length and stroking to the beat of your fingers. His hips bucked forward and back, unsure of what searing pleasure to lean into more; luckily for him, you were keen to up the ante. 

Your fingers slipped out and Sukuna snarled, crimson eyes snapping open to brand you with frustration. You felt the whip of desperate commands about to crack off Sukuna's tongue, so you wasted no time filling him back up, stuffing him beyond his limits. 

The man almost gasped, though it could have just been the force of your cock punching the air out of his lungs. You pulled him against you, seating him to the base with a little effort and brute force. You knew he liked the pain. Pleasure was closely acquainted with it, after all. 

“This is what you wanted,” you murmured as you rocked into him. 

The curse didn't know if you beckoned an answer from him, or simply stated the facts. So, he didn't answer you. He instead gripped onto your shoulders to keep himself steady while you effortlessly drilled into his core with each and every thoughtful roll of your hips. 

And it felt good. An uncomfortable, searing stretch accompanied the deep plunges filling him beat after beat. His body tightened and clamped down around you, forcing your length to rub against the weakest, most sensitive spots inside of him–places no one would ever dream of hitting inside the unruly king. None besides you, of course. You were different. Better than the rest. Fit to fuck and fill him if Sukuna so desired it. 

“(Name),” he groaned when you changed up the angle, aiming to rub up against the ceiling of his insides with every thrust. You tortured his weak spot, and made a casual show of forcing his stomach to bulge and distend whenever you bottomed out entirely, and Sukuna reveled in it. He wanted to be yours. Just yours. 

“You're so sweet when you submit,” you cooed, leaning down and nuzzling against his neck as you fucked into him harder and faster. “You should have done so sooner.”

Sukuna should have clapped Back, but he couldn't; he was too busy trying to angle himself to somehow get you deeper. He was too busy trying to pull you closer, to graft his thick thighs to your scar-riddled sides like a branch on a tree. He couldn't spare a single braincell on your arrogant Teasing when all he could think was, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me–

“Now he's lost his voice,” you sighed. “Such a pity.” Your hips hit particularly hard to punctuate, and Sukuna grunted. 

“Again,” he choked out. “Fuck me like that.” 

You branded a smile into his skin with a hum. “Are you sure? I won't stop if it's too much.” 

Sukuna opened his bleary eyes and spied your nine tails fanned out, cloaking the ceiling from sight. It felt like staring death in the face. Maybe he'd been in its clutches this entire time. Maybe he wanted–needed–you to be the end of him.

Your hand found his throat again, and Sukuna nodded as best he could, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to get words out of his open mouth–but grunts and groans had no issue bursting through as you left mercy by the wayside and destroyed him as thoroughly as he requested. You were, after all, a selfless god.

Sukuna's eyes rolled back as his head tilted in kind, mouth left agape as you burned him alive; every push of your body into his lit new fires, and every second you stayed connected, more of his soul exhausted itself before rising from ashes once again. The tightness coiling in his stomach grew unbearable and insatiable, hungering for more and more and more until–

“There's no shame in coming undone,” you cooed, your lips and fangs replacing the hand in his throat and peppering apologetic kisses. “Unravel for me, my love.” 

My love. My love. My love.

“Fuck,” Sukuna gasped. He clung to you, and you raised your head to kiss him, swallowing his strained noises to keep them a secret from the outside world and himself. 

He grabbed at your shoulders and arms as his head tilted back and a hoarse cry left him–just as his body clamped down and sent him over the edge, he realized pushing in and out had become more taxing. Perhaps because of his cumming, or perhaps because of the ungodly thing swelling at your base and ripping him open. 

You worked him through his high, never thinking of pulling away from him when he needed you most. Because this was bound to end. He was bound to wake up and feel cold where your hands now touched. He was stuck in the body of another with no hope of reaching you unless he somehow, some way turned the tables on all those weak sorcerers and broke free. 

But he would. He'd claim his vessel and walk amongst the new world, autonomous and untouchable. It was only a matter of time. 

–

Though Sukuna was selfish in chasing his own pleasure, he soon found immense satisfaction in yours.

The number of times he'd trap you against a wall and finger you until your legs gave out and your voice ran hoarse was too great to count. He couldn't help himself; that bewildered, wide-eyed look you gave him every time you were let go to fix your robes and catch your voice screamed, what was that for? And boosted Sukuna’s ego. He reveled in the glory of being the only one to do this to you, to being the one who forced you to lose composure. 

In his chamber, he indulged further. He'd work thick fingers deep inside of you while his other hands roamed and touched, stroking, pinching and rubbing wherever he deemed needed attention. And you were putty in his hands, absolutely melting into everything he did to you, even if accompanied by a shock of pain. 

Because you were a creature who only knew sex for the sake of bearing children. Beyond that clan using you in an attempt to create half-breed sorcerers, your primal nature influenced you to only seek out a mate for the purpose of bearing children, and not necessarily for pleasure. 

But Sukuna was the opposite. He never thought of siring children. He only thought of pleasure of another's body and the thrill of total domination over them, never the idea he'd suffer the consequences of an heir; he had those women drink a special tea to prevent that for a reason, especially when a handful had come to him, offering their bodies in return for fame and perceived power. 

With you, he could entertain the idea, however. 

Yes, the mere idea of watching you walk around the gardens, properly swollen with his children, with physical proof of his ownership and coupling with you, sparked something akin to greed in his chest. Though it was a little warmer than just that, admittedly.

–

Yuuji liked you. There was no escaping it, no denying it–he liked being around you. He liked your smile. Your tails. Your ears. The way you scared the shit out of him the first time you properly met. You were just…weird. Interesting. Kind of like Yuuji himself. 

But you were kind, too. The times he wandered out to meet you at your shrine to “check up on things,” or because he was bored, he always found you tending to your gardens, talking to the passerby wildlife, dozing at the entrance, and his heart would do something funny in his chest. 

Then his mind would rot until all he could see was you sprawled beneath Sukuna, singing the king’s praises while he fucked you into the tatami and bred you. 

It wouldn't stop there. Sukuna would taunt him, poisoning him with sinful thoughts and diabolic urges:

You think that fox'll give you the time of day? You, a petulant runt with not a shred of experience beyond your hand? Hah. 

Consider it a blessing--you'd probably cum too fast to enjoy him properly. You'd embarrass yourself to death.

I know you think about him when your hand's around your cock. You wish he'd warm it, no? Wish you got to watch his ass take you in? 

Go on, why don't you just try? Fulfill your fantasies! Maybe he'll act the part of a pious, pitying god and throw you a bone. 

Yuuji, for as airheaded as he could be, knew Sukuna wanted to indulge in you through his vessel. Or, he truly believed Yuuji wouldn't be able to hook up with you and live to remember it. Maybe he was right. 

But the young man thought you had a soft spot for him; he wasn't great at reading people by any means, but he thought you always gravitated to him before the others. You always held more warmth in your eyes when they fell upon him, and your preening touch constantly found him, your hands always smoothing out the creases of his uniform while deft fingers fixed his hair and pleated his hood into more attractive folds. 

Maybe your touchy-ness toward him was a culmination of your need to parent something. Yuuji didn't fully understand it, but Gojo mentioned something about you wanting children, but you couldn't have them. Not anymore. And so those urges manifested in other ways. 

But the young sorcerer wasn't so sure anymore.

“My Yuuji,” you cooed when he came to visit. “You're back again so soon. Is everything alright?”

Yuuji smiled and braced for impact, bowing his head the slightest bit to let you bonk yours against his in greeting. It really reminded him of the way cats would welcome each other. Thankfully, you didn't seem too eager to mark him with a dose of spittle, though. 

“Yeah, everything's cool. Just–dunno. Wanted to come see what you were doing, I guess.” The sorcerer shrugged and pocketed his hands after you'd finished lovingly headbutting him.

“Mmh. Well, I certainly don't mind the company.” You smoothed back his hair and fixed the wild flare of one of his eyebrows before stepping away and meandering back towards your shrine. “It feels like something's going to happen soon.”

Yuuji's stomach flipped. “Yeah? You think so?” He followed you, watching the hypnotic swaying of your tails and hips and ass–wait, wait, wait, no, no, no–

What? Am I wrong? Sukuna's voice purred. Looks downright breedable, doesn't he? He said it more like a want than a taunt, this time, like if he were in Yuuji's shoes, he'd jump on you and pick up where you left off. 

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Yuuji chanted, trying to calm down. Don't ruin this!

Ruin what? Your sad attempt at courtship, brat? 

Yuuji said nothing. Sukuna howled with laughter. 

“Natural disasters cannot always be predicted,” you murmured, bringing Yuuji back to the present. “And they can never be stopped.”

The younger frowned and rubbed the back of his neck as he followed you inside. “Eh, I mean…we can stop a lot with sorcery, can't we?”

“And if that disaster is born of sorcery? What then?” You snapped your fingers, and every candle in the room ignited with amber flame.

“Uh…I mean…” He sighed and rubbed his face. “I still think we can stop it. We'll figure out a way!”

You sure about that, brat? 

You laughed, soft and kind, bringing a smile to Yuuji instead of a ticked off frown. You had a way of settling his nerves and relieving the tension from tightly wound muscles. Is this the effect you had on Sukuna? Is that why he cherished you so much? 

“I admire your optimism, Yuuji. Perhaps I should aspire to be like you,” you said. 

Yuuji's face flushed. “E-eh? Wh–no! You're awesome the way you are! And, uh, you're–y’know. You're good!” Smooth. Eloquent. Exceptional.

You hummed and wandered further into the back rooms, allowing Yuuji to follow you to your chambers to relax. “Well, I'll trust your opinion, then.” 

“Okay. Yeah. Cool.” The sorcerer cleared his throat and messed with his hood as he followed your lead, admiring the tidy, comfy space you welcomed him into. Pillows and blankets were plentiful and all bunched together on a futon, so much like the nests Yuuji often saw in his dreams. It felt a bit…intrusive to see it in person. 

“Hey, uh,” Yuuji started, “I–can I ask something?” 

You seated yourself down across the small, simple kotatsu, and gestured for the younger to join you. “Of course.”

The sorcerer sat down across from you. “You and Sukuna. Were you guys–did you ever…y'know.” 

You tilted your head, curious. “Go on.”

“Were you, like, in love? Or something?” Yuuji's face burned red at the words. Talking about love was so damn awkward for some reason, especially when it had to do with Sukuna and the fox Yuuji himself pined for.

“Ah.” You tilted your head the opposite direction, and hummed. “I was in love, yes.”

Yuuji's chest ached. “Even now?” 

“Eternally.” 

“Do you want him back?” 

You didn't answer right away, and the festering pain spread from his chest to the tips of his fingers; of course you wanted him back. Of course you wanted your ancient, all-powerful lover back. Why would you ever accept Yuuji in his place? A weak, mortal being?

Before Yuuji could retract the question, you'd shuffled around to his side of the table and held one of his hands in both of yours. The younger couldn't bear to look at your face, and so kept his eyes trained on your elegant fingers smoothing over his rough, scarred knuckles. 

“I would not trade a soul that walks amongst the living for a soul that has already lived its life,” you said. “Sukuna has lived. And he has died. He may rise once more, but I do not seek to aid it; he chose to die in hopes of living forever. He must accept what his decision brings, as must I.” 

The storm inside of the sorcerer calmed the slightest bit. Sails no longer whipped and frayed; they caught wind and led his heart back to placid waters, though the depths of the oceans could always threaten future treachery. For now, however, Yuuji found safety.

“Man, you really are like Yoda,” He laughed, filling the room with renewed brightness.

You blinked owlishly. “Yoda? What that is, I do not know.” 

Yuuji laughed harder and clasped his hands around yours. “Nah, don't worry about it. It's a good thing, though. From one of the movies Gojo-sensei made me watch.”

“I would strongly advise against taking lessons from that man, Yuuji.” Your brow creased as your hands clutched his in a death grip. “He’s not normal.”

Yuuji grinned, then, and held your hands just as tightly. “Yeah, he's weird. But he's smart, too! One of the strongest guys alive, y'know?” 

“Even the strongest can make mistakes,” you said. “Even the strongest can lose, Yuuji. Always be careful, even if victory is assured.” Your careful touch graced the curve of his cheek. “I would hate for your visits to stop.”

The sorcerer's heart beat in double-time. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

–

The leaves crinkled and rustled, flashing shades of amber and ruby in the dwindling daylight. Gone was the warmth of Summer's smile; now, the cold, fierce nip of Autumn cut through the air, whispering secrets about the first frost and what it would do to devastate the green around you.

But you were a god. A creature of fertility and good luck. And so, the grass did not die, and the forest did not wither under the coming winter's threats. 

It seemed your gifts could not reach into the depths of your soul, however. Perhaps you weren't to indulge in the privilege of what you brought the world--the mortal things around you could make use of a blessing from the divine, but could the divine themselves? Could you bring yourself a remedy to your loneliness the way you brought life unto the ground beneath your feet? 

You didn't know.

–

The end of October came, and the world trembled with the force of thousands of lives ending in misery and terror. You beheld it from your home, the sight of the clouds turning orange and red as hellfire devoured all. 

Bless me ‘n wish me luck! Gojo had said last time he swung by. Definitely don't need it, but you're my favourite cheerleader, y'know?

That was not too long ago, perhaps a day prior. Maybe it'd only been twelve hours ago since you last saw him. Three hours ago since you last felt his celestial presence upon the earth. 

“I would hate for your visits to stop,” you murmured, and your chest froze with the cold. 

–

Winter brought with it snow and darkness. Kuraokami had his ways of slipping his icy presence through the slivered cracks of wood grain no matter the time or place; the great dragon would be heard and seen if it was his final act upon the earth. 

Not even you could keep him out, the lesser deity you were. But you didn't mind the company; the cold breaths against your skin woke you from nightmares and empty blankness when you dozed and dazed, feeling the days slip by and blur together into one grey smear of solitary existence. 

Something had happened. Ever since the sky lit ablaze in a familiar scene of ungodly strength, you felt a shift in the state of existence. In your relevance in the grand scheme of the college and history. 

Your sorcerers lost their way to you, you realized. The cushions around the kotatsu stayed fluffed and untouched save for one. Five of the six clay tea cups gathered dust as they waited, hopeful, like you. 

–

You woke to the feeling of hollowness. It jostled you to consciousness, in fact; those two little unborn lives swirled and stirred, clawing at your stomach before vanishing in an instant. 

Maybe they'd grown too sick and weary of the loneliness and snow, too.

–

Sukuna had walked down this path too many times. And too many times he'd been unable to move, unable to claw his way out of the prison of his vessel to get back to you–but things were different now. 

He held a bundle of blankets close as he wandered toward a speck of verdant green amidst the snowy whiteness blanketing the forest, and remembered a distant past he yearned to return to:

Sukuna was a restless creature. He often distracted himself with challenges, duels, leafing through stolen knowledge of other clans–but, on rare occasions, none of that would appeal to his tumultuous mind. 

You always appealed to him, however. You, with your lavish tails, your exquisite appearance, your superior poise and prose, you always enthralled him, made him wonder and stare. 

Maybe it was because you were always doing something. If you weren't tending to his women, you were meandering around the palace, admiring trophies earned in whatever form they came in: art, weapons, bones. If you weren't doing that, you might be in the garden instead, fine-tuning the patterns drawn in the zen garden yourself and feeding the massive koi. If not that, then you might be asking Uraume to teach you to cook, or you could be fiddling with your loom or–well, it could be anything. 

Sometimes, you’d choose to  lay with Sukuna and keep him warm and content throughout the dreary haze of winter. 

You didn't hate winter yourself, no, but Sukuna most definitely did. The snow and ice were a pain in the ass, and they always threw the garden into a messy disarray of dead foliage and slushy mud that'd have to be tended to come springtime. And it was cold as hell outside. Who asked for that? No one. 

“My love,” you cooed as you stepped to his side while he stared out the window. “Glaring won't make the seasons change.” 

Sukuna scoffed. “That a challenge?”

“Not at all.” You reached up and smoothed his hair back, stopping pesky, rebellious strands from tickling his forehead. “I'd hate to see what you'd do in an attempt to play god.”

“I'm already a god,” he countered as he snatched your hand from his hair and looked down at you.

“Not a god of the seasons, I'm afraid.” You held his hand and pulled it down to kiss his knuckles. “But a god amidst men, nonetheless.” 

Your beast hummed deep in his chest. You had a funny way of setting his roiling soul at ease with your effortless praise and acknowledgement. 

“Knew there was a reason I kept you around,” the man purred, leaning down to touch his forehead to yours. 

You leaned up into the soft gesture like a cat too eager to be pet. “You'd be quite bored without me.” 

“No kidding. I'd go fucking mental if I didn't have you to entertain me.” His voice was a murmur, then, and softened even more when your warm hands cupped his cheeks like he was a priceless, fragile artifact: precious, special, breakable.

“Yes, yes, I go insane in your stead, loved one.” You touched your nose to his, then, before placing the softest of kisses upon his lips. 

A light, sighed grumble slipped past Sukuna's lips when your skin left his. It was his turn to nudge his nose against yours, earning himself a petal-like smile from his prized possession, before he blessed you in return, trying to match the kindness you'd met him with. 

You held the front of his garbs as you leaned up into him, and his hands all found their places on your smaller frame in return, pulling you closer, keeping you against him. He hardly wanted anything like this in the past before you came along and tore his mind and soul to pieces before hunkering down in the hollow of his ribs and setting up shop. It was aggravating. Captivating. 

“Come,” you softly beckoned, slipping away from his desperate hold and leading him back to the bundle of blankets and linens he’d learned to accept as a bed.

As always, he had no choice but to follow, abandoning his mad-dogging of the outside world to join you and the infinite warmth his personal Amaterasu brought him. 

“You’re lazy as hell in the winter,” Sukuna noted as he sat himself down in the middle of your nest and let you get to work adjusting blankets and such around the both of you for optimal comfort. 

“You're free to traipse off into the snow if you so wish.” You settled yourself by Sukuna's side and tucked under his heavy arms. “I will remain here. Warm. Dry. At peace.” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes and pulled you close to his side, squeezing a chirped purr from your chest. “Think I'll pass on the snow.” 

You smiled to yourself, feeling warm and content with the settling silence engulfing you as the snow engulfed the world. Winter was the only season where he'd stay by your side, so you often indulged in it, bothering him and sticking to him like a needy pet until spring inevitably rolled around to ruin your happy spell. Because Sukuna was more wild and feral than you. He had to go wander, to go fight. Otherwise, he'd have no purpose. 

Unbeknownst to you, he may have another purpose in mind. 

His hand breached your clothes and reached down, stopping just above your navel to your surprise. There, he drew gentle, thoughtful circles against your skin. You felt pulses of cursed energy flicker and feel, searching for something neither of you yet knew of. 

“What is it you're looking for?” You murmured, knowing full well what he sought.

Sukuna inhaled deeply and exhaled just as heavy. “How long does it take to get one god knocked up, huh?” He tutted and looked down at you, holding an annoyed look while you met him with doey, lovey eyes as you leaned into him more. 

“I'm sure you'll be the man who finds out.”

Sukuna grinned to himself and adjusted the lump of blankets he held. Arrogant pride blossomed in his chest alongside his bolstered ego; if he could do this as a mere man, what could he do as a curse? 

The king sighed as he breached the warmth of the halo surrounding your humble, comfy abode. He was getting sick of the shit weather in the games, all the cold and emptiness. Being near you was what he needed. 

“Oi, don't make a fuss,” Sukuna grumbled lowly to the whining duo he adjusted in his arms. “You wanna get inside or not?” 

But before he could make use of his newly freed arm, the doors slid open before him. 

And you stood there. Tired. Disheveled. Eyes big and hopeful, yet rimmed with disbelief and shock as you stared at your man and the package he brought to your doorstep. 

Sukuna would be lying if he said he didn't melt, too. Being here, standing firm and whole and so very real and untethered in the spot other sorcerers stood in their attempt to spirit you away from him–it was the reason for his existence. 

And so was your arms wrapping around him and holding him close. 

“Ho? So you did miss me, huh?” He hummed, looping an arm around you and pressing you closer to him. “Sure didn't act like it earlier.”

“I didn't wish to believe in something that felt untrue,” you murmured into his shoulder. “Even now, you're not…entirely yourself.” 

Sorrow stained the undertones of your voice. Whether it was for the fate of Fushiguro Megumi, or for the state of your lover, Sukuna did not know. 

But he was here. He was tangible. He was in control. Finally. 

“At least I'm here, yeah?” He said. And you nodded. 

You led him inside and into the room filled with comfort and warmth. Works of embroidery lined the once-unremarkable tapestries draping down from the ceilings and walls, and the wooden pillars now boasted intricate carvings in various states of completion. Seemed like you'd gotten quite bored in your wait. 

Sukuna sat with you, being the man to finally make use of the fluffed cushions around the kotatsu as he dragged it to your side to stay close. You needed it. He thirsted for it.

The bundle whined and cooed as soon as Sukuna’s ass hit the cushion, and he sighed. “Think you can take care of this, fox?” He teased, but felt a rush of something overtake him when he caught you with your ears perked, tails swishing, back straight as you stared down at the bundle. 

He eased them into your arms and, with shaking hands, you pulled back the wooly linen to find two perfect little treasures staring up at you with big, red-lined eyes. One held the colour of yours, while the other took responsibility for sporting Sukuna's hues, but both boys’ eyes glimmered with divine flecks of gold and amber. Their hair blushed with the colour of sakura petals, and two, itty bitty tufts of soft onyx ears dotted both of their heads like chocolate chips in strawberry ice cream. 

Two perfect kits. Your perfect kits. 

“You seriously wanted these things?” Sukuna asked, teasing and rude, but softer and warmer than the fire burning in your chest. “Gotta say, they're pretty fucking annoying.”

You swathed your tails around them and purred with the ferocity of an avalanche as you leaned into your partner and doted on the teeny tiny babies he'd somehow brought back to the land of the living. A part of you felt guilty for what this could mean. The rest of you screamed, I don't care. 

“Look at them,” You whispered, tracing the roundness of their cheeks with a gentle touch. “They're beautiful.” 

“Well, lookit who their parents are.” Sukuna chuckled and held you against his side, which you eagerly melted into. “Kenjaku had a plan for them too, turns out. Who woulda thought?”

“You never told me,” you said. “Why did you not tell me?” 

“You would've been pissed,” Sukuna said, voice matter of fact. “Better to just do it and reap the benefits later.”

You looked up at him, and found his gaze locked onto you. “That's quite selfish.”

“I'm a king. I can do whatever I want. I can have whatever I want,” He reminded you. “As soon as I take care of a few pathetic, loose ends, everything'll be in place. Right where it all needs to be. And life goes back to normal." 

Your heart did something funny when you read between the lines. “Must you–”

“Don't question me.” Sukuna grabbed your chin and forced you to look down at your snoozing babes. “You’ll lose this. All of this. You'll be left with nothing all over again if I don’t finish this off. That what you want, fox?” 

“You know the answer,” you murmured, too content to let him guide you and sway your reason. He tugged your chin toward him, forcing you to look his way again.

“Tell me anyway.” Tell me what I want to hear.

How could you refuse? 

“No matter the case," you murmured, soft as forgotten winter snow, "you will always have my favour, Ryoumen Sukuna.”

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Forever to be loved, herein lays a God's young,

Imprisoned by none, held dearly by the Disgraced One. 

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his champion - lando norris (social media au)

pairings: lando norris x fem!footballer!reader

author’s notes: just pretend it’s the same person in all the pictures ahahah

read the imagine to this on my page

part 2 out later tonight ahhhhhh just finishing editing it <3333

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daniel3.jpg can’t wait to post all the sickening photos of you two

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-> yn.jpg me too

-> daniel3.jpg i’ve had to hide this secret for way too long

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user2 lando is so lucky jeez

yn.jpg love you lan🧡

charlesleclerc @daniel3.jpg i’ll join you on that

user3 can lando fight???

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-> lando.jpg RUDE

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ynln4 aww danny, you’re my favourite number 3

-> racheldaly3 i’m gonna ignore that thanks

user1 she’s barbie and he’s just ken

charlesleclerc i think i gagged when i saw her celebration

-> ynln4 don’t lie charlie, you said that it was a good idea

-> charlesleclerc i guess it was quite cute

-> ynln4 HA HA

user2 i love y/n and charles’ friendship

landonorris @daniel3.jpg should i be concerned that you take pictures of us whilst we’re not looking?

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-> landonorris erm

-> ynln4 new fear unlocked: danny ric hiding under my bed with his camera

landonorris god she’s gorgeous

-> ynln4 i love you🧡

landonorris i’m so lucky

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landonorris and for all of you asking if i can fight, yes i can

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user3 i love how we all joke about lando being madly in love but y/n is just a much in love with him as he is with her (it makes me sick)

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landonorris incredibly proud of you baby, i am so in love with you🧡

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user1 the orange heart is theirs and theirs only

lionesses our number 4

lionesses it’s the beginning of change, you and the rest of the girls are inspirations

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Fury

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving | Party Guessed |

Prompt: the killer now about to be revealed means things are about to get very interesting. how will y/n choose to deal with every problem she is currently facing?

a/n: heyyy guys, hehe.. I’m back. sorry for the long time away, it’s been… chaotic to say the least. I just barely finished the chapter before i posted it so it’s not edited so please excuse any and all mistakes. i plan to go in later and edit when i have a chance, just wanted to get a new chapter out since it’s been so long.

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You never got to have your morning kiss and you were definitely not happy about it. The boys had called you to tell you to get to the police station as fast as you could.

"(Y/N), you need to get here NOW!" The voice of your sarcastic friend made you have to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Jeez, okay, I get it. But I can't leave, I can't find Derek and they're barely keeping themselves under control."

You felt a hand grabbed you wrist and you knew it was Isaac's, "Go, it'll be okay, I can handle everything." You sighed and nodded before confirming you would be at the station as fast as you could.

That's where you were now, the lady at the front desk had let you in. You found Scott, Stiles, and the Sheriff staring at the computer screen. "Okay, what was so important that I just had to be here," your hands were on your hips and they all looked at you.

"The one killing people is Matt," Scott said. You swore you felt your brain explode, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Look he's on the video tapes," Stiles pointed to the computer. "We don't know that it's him Stiles," His dad exclaimed. You walked out to the computer and looked on the screen, you saw a nurse walk up to the boy on camera, "Well, hey, someone talked to him. Maybe you should try to get a statement." They're heads snapped to you and then back at the screen. That's when you got to take a closer look at the nurse that was talking to the supposed Matt.

"Oh, my god," you gasped.

"He's talking to my mom," Scott said horror dripping from his voice.

Scott had called Melissa, under the request of Sheriff.

"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day."

"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," Scott expressed. "Yeah, he looks evil," called Stiles.

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

Scott got his phone out of his pocket, "Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." He snapped the picture and texted it to Melissa. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go," Scott stuttered ending the call before bringing his attention back to you guys. Sheriff shuffled through papers until he came across the ones he was looking for, "Alright, we've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks outside the trailer."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of the three murders," Stiles exclaimed.

"The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," you listed.

"Actually four," Sheriff corrected, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When," asked Stiles.

"A couple hours before you got there."

"Alright, Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant," Sheriff motioned to Scott, "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D., I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

Stiles dashed out the room, "On it!" Scott had started to call Melissa and with all the stress you couldn't help but pace around the room. "She's on her way here," you glanced up at Scott and then looked at Sheriff to see his expression change, "Sheriff, what's wrong-." When you turned in the direction his eyes were directed you saw Stiles come back in, only he wasn't alone. Matt was behind him, with a gun.

You moved slowly to Scott and Stiles while Sheriff began to try and talk to the striped shirt boy, "Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

The boy waved the firearm around like it was a toy, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." You saw Stiles' head raise up slightly and despite the dangerous situation, you couldn't help the scowl that made its way onto your face.

"I know you don't want to hurt people," Sheriff tried to reason but something told you that reasoning wasn't going to get you anywhere, "Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone."

Stiles and you both turned your heads to Scott, who had pulled his hand out of his pocket. You took a deep breath as you felt your nerves shoot through the roof, your head was hurting. You knew you were losing control because of the spike in emotions. It must of been your intuition trying to take over.

Gripping your hands into themselves you tried to stay focus on the conversation, "Now!" The loud voice made you jump slightly, "Come on," Sheriff nudged his head you guys and you three threw your phones on the desk.

Matt had made Stiles handcuff Sheriff in the holding cell area, while you and Scott stood just barely off to the side. When he was satisfied with how tight the cuffs were set, he grabbed Stiles and jerked him forward causing Scott and you to follow close behind. You had reached a hallway and there were officers laying all across the floor, blood, from their fatal chest wounds, spattered all over the walls.

A loud gasp of horror spilled from you, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here," Scott asked in horror.

"No, that's what Jackson's for," he answered, "I just think about killing them, and he does it." Matt roughly pushed your shoulder forward as he guided you back to the main office. He made Stiles go on to his dad's computer to delete any and all files having to do with him. Scott and you were given the job of destroying all physical files.

"Deleted. And we're done," Stiles stated pressing the key on the keyboard, "So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Lights moved across the windows outside and you felt your breath stop, Melissa was here and there was really nothing you could to protect without risking everyone else. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt taunted.

You shook your head while Scott had a destressed expression, "Matt, don't do this," he said, "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

The door opened in the distance as Matt scoffed a laugh, "If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then (Y/N), and then your mom."

Maybe it was the adrenaline but you couldn't stop yourself from barking back, "You try to put one finger on any of us, and I'll send you through the wall so hard you'll forget who you are." Matt's head cocked to side as if he didn't understand what you meant but even then you could tell he was holding a brave face.

He once again, dragged you three to the front of the Sheriff's office, "Open it," he directed. Scott didn't look towards the door but showed his hesitation, "Please."

"Open the door."

You could practically feel all three of your heartbeats erratic from fear. Scott slowly reached for the doorknob, turning it to reveal not Melissa, but Derek. "Oh, thank God," sighed the werewolf in relief. That relief wore off sooner than it appear as Derek fell to the floor in front of you, he had been paralyzed. Jackson walked into the room standing where the Alpha werewolf once was. His eyes rolled, turning into his usual terrifying slits.

Matt stood over Derek, "This is the one controlling him? This kid," Derek observed in his monotoned voice. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf. Oh yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a fricking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you two. What do you turn into?"

"None of your business."

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt especially didn't like Stiles' answer, he tipped his head and instantly Jackson's claw swiped the back of Stiles' neck sending him to the floor and onto of Derek. You and Scott made noises of protest only for Jackson to mock you by wagging his finger.

"You bitch."

"Get him off of me," Derek gritted.

Matt laughed at the sight, "Oh, I don't know Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kind of suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth," Derek quipped, "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles muttered out, his voice muffled.

More lights passed by and this time you knew it had to be Melissa. Matt had seen them too, calling out, "Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott don't trust him!"

Matt grabbed Stiles' shirt pulling him over and placing his foot on the boy's neck. "Stop, stop! Leave him alone!" Scott had to get a hold of you to keep you from making any sudden movements. Stiles gasped and gagged for air, his face turning red, "This work better for you?" Matt had gone into a stare down with you two and you were seconds from losing control at this point. "Okay, just stop! Stop," Scott pleaded.

"Then do what I tell you to."

You glared at the boy, the amount of hatred you felt in this moment was unlike any other, "Let. Him. Go." You voice sounded so different and you couldn't tell if it was just your imagination or not. "Okay," Scott urged, "Alright, Stop!" The foot on Stiles' neck was released and the boy desperately gasped for air. Matt nudged his head in a direction as he commanded Jackson, “You, take him in there.”

“You…” Matt’s eyes locked onto Scott once more, “With me.” You had no ability to react as Matt grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back, preventing you from doing anything as he made you walk in front of him. He guided you both to the front where Melissa came into the police station.

“Mom?”

Melissa sighed at the sound of Scott’s voice and made her way around the corner, “You scared me, where is every…” She stopped speaking when her eyes fell on you both, Scott in front with Matt’s gun pointing at the back of his head and you locked in position guarding Matt’s body. “Mom, just do what he says he promised he wouldn’t hurt you.” Frozen from the shock of the situation you just stood silently your head hanging slightly. “He’s right,” Matt confirmed. Everything felt slow, your ears began to ring and your mind tried its best to process the next few seconds.

You watched as Scott hunched over and Melissa cover her mouth as you assumed she screamed, you didn’t know. Your ears were buzzing like a bomb had gone off right next to you. The smell of gunpowder filled your nose and the sight of smoke covered your vision. Tears seeped from your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. Rationally speaking, Scott was going to be okay, being supernatural had those perks but your brain didn’t seem to register that in the moment. You pulled your arms down trying to release the grip Matt had on you but that only resulted in you having a gun pointed at your head.

“Back, back!”

Matt screamed his voice making the loud bells in your ears ring more, “Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!” Scott covered his wound, the pain making him wince. “Scott,” Melissa said shakily. You felt Matt bang the side of your head harder with the barrel of the gun, “I said get back, unless you want me to blow her head off,” Matt spit venomously. You heard Sheriff called from the holding cells and it caused an explosive reaction from the troubled boy.

“Everyone shut up! Shut the hell up! Now get up or I shoot her next!”

Your eyes closed instinctively, you heard the rustling of Scott’s clothes as he stood slowly. Matt forced Melissa into a cell, she stood at the bars her face covered in her running makeup from her tears. You and Scott stood off to the side, both not moving afraid to cause everyone else to get hurt. You held up Scott as best as you could, your hand also covering his gun wound putting pressure the best you could.

“Please, he needs to see a doctor,” Melissa pleaded.

“You think so?” Matt whispered back.

Sheriff yanked on the handcuff keeping him on the wall, “Hey! Hey, you listen to me!”

Scott interrupted to reassure both his mom and the Sheriff, “It’s alright, I’m okay.” Melissa could handle her son’s words as she shook her head in denial, “No, honey, you’re not okay.” Scott continued on to tell her it didn’t hurt, Melissa again denying her son’s words saying it’s the adrenaline talking, she pleaded once more with Matt to let her stop the bleeding. It only caused Matt to look at you both taunting you, “They have no idea do they?”

“Please. Just let me take a quick look at him!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Lady if you keep talking, I’m gonna put the next bullet through his head.” Melissa finally conceded and Matt order you both to the front.

Your heart raced, sweat dripping down your temple as your mind ran through every possible outcome. So far, not a single solution came to you, at least not one that allowed for most of you to get out of here alive. If only you knew of some kind of spell or chanting that could get you to call for help. Maybe a way to send a message mentally?

Every thought in your brain was cut off as Matt pushed you into Scott, nearly falling on your face had the werewolf not had caught you himself.

“The evidence is gone. Why don’t you just go?” Scott stressed to Matt.

“You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?” Your eyebrows scrunched at Matt’s reply, which only got you a look of annoyance back from him. “No, no, I want the book.”

The bestiary? Why would he need the Argent’s log of every creature?

You soon found out when Scott asked your same thought out loud and Matt lifted his shirt to show his ribs now scaly, reflecting the same sickly greenish gray that the Kanima did. You grimaced at the sight as if just the picture of it made you ill, which it practically did after everything you’ve been through this semester because of it.

You felt a grip on your arm pulling you more into a different room, Scott not far in front of you. You jolted as the cold metal of the gun Matt held to you touch your skin. Scott grimaced, leaning against the desk as he kept his palm on his bullet wound. You tugged at Matt’s grip on your forearm, “Let me try and heal him please,” you pleaded with not an ounce of venom in your words. Nothing but pure fear dripped from your lips, it was truly the first moment in your life that you felt helpless. Nothing, not Peter, not Derek, not even the death of your parents made you feel as useless as slowly watching Scott, who should be able to heal, die.

Matt tugged you away from Scott, twisting your arm as he spoke, “You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall, cause right now you’re thinking, ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’ And the sad part is you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing.”

Matt’s eyes were probably as wide as saucers, you hear the frothing that seeped from his mouth as malice flew with his words, “Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They DIE.”

You flinched at his tone, trembling as the coldness that came with fear froze every nerve in your body. You couldn’t believe you were even thinking about this but in this moment you wished Isaac was here. Not even because you thought he could protect you from everything but just because you wanted him near you. As much as he continually pissed you off, now that he was working with you guys his presence had become much more comforting.

“Is that what happened to you,” Scott had cut off your panicked thoughts with his question to Matt. “You drowned, didn’t you?”

You watched as Matt took a shaky breath, “He shouldn’t have let them drink,” he muttered. Scott gave him a confused look, “What? Who? Matt, what do you mean?”

Matt’s voice boomed making you flinch once more, “LAHEY! He shouldn’t have let them drink.”

“Who was drinking,” you asked softly. Matt scoffed stepping forward a little, “The swim team you idiots!”

“I didn’t what was happening! I didn’t know that they had just won state, and Lahey, he’s letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they’re seventeen, right?”

Your eyebrows scrunched up at Matt recounted his story, “Were you at Isaac’s?”

“He had this first edition Spider-Man, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I’m over there and I hear music. And everyone’s having a good time and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then Bennett goes in and.. and…”

“Bennett, the hunter,” Scott interrupted his monologue. Matt ignored his question, nodding his attention on the floor, his eyes blurry from the light pool of tears he was started to collect.

“And then Camden. Isaac’s jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it’s funny.”

You eyes widened in realization, the fear in your mind clearing when you connected the thoughts, “They threw you in.”

“I yelled that I can’t swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water,” Matt describes in detail, sweat dripping from his temples, “and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica’s got her hands down Sean’s board shorts. Tucker’s grabbing Kara. And I’m drowning. I’m dying, and they’re laughing. All of a sudden, I’m lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there right above me and he says…”

“You tell no one! This, this is your fault! You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! NO ONE!”

“And I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone. And I would see them at school and they wouldn’t even look at me. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, I’d gasp for breath. And my parents,” Matt spit out his story like he could taste the horrible memory, “They thought I was asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn’t know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning.”

Matt finally turned to you and Scott, as if his trance had been broken, “You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well I didn’t see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then.. Then came the Argent’s funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos and they completely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen of my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me and I just… I look at him and I… I wanna see him dead.”

There was a moment of silence from Matt and that’s when you realized you had a tear trailing down your cheek. Was it for Matt, Mr. Lahey, maybe? Even despite what each of them have done, the raw emotion coming from Matt must have triggered some type of reaction from you.

“And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology.” He began to pace as he ranted some more and you took the chance to step closer to Scott, your hand coming to clench at Scott’s now bloodied shirt. “Like… Like the furies coming down to punish Orestes.”

He gave Scott an unimpressed look upon seeing the dull expression on Scott’s face, “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?”

Matt’s face turned red as he marched up to Scott and you, waving around the pistol in his hand, “God, that’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Clenching Scott’s shirt tighter in your hand, you jumped as Matt’s gun waved right in your face. “The furies are deities of vengeance,” you whispered, your voice shaky with horror.

Matt without so much as a beat of pause, continued on “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.” Matt looked off in the distance where Jackson stood, hovering practically on top of Stiles and Derek. “Jackson is my fury.”

“When I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me. So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead.”

Matt grew this satisfied smirk on his lips as he glanced at both you and Scott, “So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture and Jackson would take their life.”

As if on cue with the end of Matt’s speech, the lights began to flicker on and off. The alarm system sounding from the malfunctioning of the lights. Matt freaked out from the sudden obstruction, “What’s that? What’s going on?”

He pointed the gone at both of you as Scott tried to assure him that you two didn’t know what was happening. A light scanned across Matt’s face and when you looked out all you saw were burly men with automatics before they began shooting into the window. Without thinking, you grabbed Scott by the back of his shirt and pulled him back out of the line of sight. Glass flung everywhere, scraping against your arms. In your haziness you barely heard the sound of a clank before the fog grenade exploded.

Scott took off with the knowledge that now you two were hidden, his hand in yours as you both ran towards the door, smoke filling your lungs. You saw the glint of Jackson’s half turned figure within the smoke and you took a chance. You flung your arm to the side casting a blast that smacked Jackson into the wall, giving you both enough time to get to Derek and Stiles. Scott went to Stiles and you to Derek only for you to be pushed away from the now almost healed man.

“Take him. Go!” The Alpha werewolf commanded, you scrambled up just behind Scott and Stiles, leaving Derek behind. Jackson recovered finally, walking after you three. You ushered the boys into the hallway of many doors, closing each one behind you to gain even just a spare second away from Jackson. It was short lived considering how rapidly the lizard boy smashed each barrier. You turned once more this time not just closing the door but sending another blast into Jackson’s chest. It sent him back just long enough for you to slam the door closed once more.

Scott set Stiles down somewhere safe, considering that he still couldn’t move, Stiles would only slow you guys down. “Don’t move,” you said dumbly. Stiles gave you a straight and unamused look, Scott sighed, “You know what she means.” Stiles head slinked down when Scott finally let go of him and you two rushed out the door, closing it quietly to hide your location within the station as best as possible.

Scott ran ahead, you only a few feet behind, when you smashed into his back from an abrupt stop. Allison was the reason for the stop, her cross bow pointing directly at Scott’s face. You figured it was from the tense situation, that is until she spoke with such venom.

“Allison,” Scott breathed in surprise.

The dark haired girl disregarded his tone, “Where’s Derek?”

You looked at her with concern, “What are you doing?” Allison did nothing to acknowledge your existence, “If you’re not going to tell me, then get out of my way.” You could feel the sadness start to radiate off the werewolf as he whispered her name once more only to get cut off, “Where is he?” Her words laced with such venom even made you shiver.

“What happened,” Scott asked once again, this time taking a step towards her. She raised her crossbow again, practically pushing it into his chest, “Scott…” Her voice hissed at him, “Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. You need to go. Just stay out of my way.”

Allison pushed passed Scott her shoulder brushing against yours. You tried to reach out to her, calling softly, “All-.”

“Back off.”

It became hard to breathe for a moment as you watched one of your best friends brush you off so coldly, so callously, as if you didn’t even matter to her.

Reality was brought back to you as Scott gripped your forearm gently, leading you through the still foggy police station. You could hear Sheriff yelling as he tried to most likely free himself, with the frighten encouragement of Melissa. Shortly after you hear the terrified shriek of your only mother figure. Scott and you made eye contact before rushing faster through the halls. You found the Kanima hanging along the bars of Melissa’s cell and Derek on the ground. Scott unleashed his claw, piercing the scaly flesh, grabbing ahold of Jackson’s lizard form and threw him on the ground.

Melissa made relief gasps as she saw that you and Scott were okay, “Scott…” She breathed for a second, “Oh, god Scott are you okay,” she cried through her worried tears.

You stood just in front of Scott as the Kanima stood once more, lunging at you. Without a second thought, you felt your eyes flash, your left hand raising to smack the Kanima’s scaly forehead. Your magical glow ringed out in a ripple effect, making the creature stumble from the force of your power. With the extra bit of time, you placed your right hand of his chest and blasted him back. The loud boom from your power echoed in the holding cell room. It gave just enough time for Derek to recover as he snarled, jumping the desk and chasing after the escaping lizard monster.

While your abilities may have saved you and Scott from the scaly claws of paralysis, it did nothing to aid you in the fear in Melissa’s voice. “Scott? Y/N?” She called clearly terrified and exhausted. Your eyes hadn’t stopped glowing from the amped up power you just displayed but it wasn’t like that was the only thing that gave you away. You slowly turned, flinching as Scott rose and you witnessed Melissa’s scared expression. She backed away into the shadows of her cell, as if to try and disappear from the monsters that were her kids.

Monsters.

Huh?

You had never truly felt any different to how you were before until you saw the look on Melissa’s face, the only mother you’ve known since you were just a little kid and she looks at you like you had just crawled out of the depths of hell.

Scott looked at Melissa like a frightened puppy but eventually left, running off to catch up with Jackson and Derek you had assumed. You on the hand stayed frozen staring at the woman with a longing for comfort. You didn’t get it as she continued to shake her head and whisper a cry of, “No!” A tear whisked its way down your face as you stepped closer to the bars, your hands wrapping around the rusted metal. Melissa quickly turned, holding herself as if to hide from you.

“Mom, please,” you whimpered, your eyes cloudy from tears. When you got no response in return, you did the same as your best friend, turned and ran away.

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a/n: …um was that good for a sad ending? idk lol i guess let me know. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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[amor-brooklynn]

im kind of bored and i miss you guys so here are some hcs :)

[cw: all fluff and cute stuffs, jus mainly what it would be like to date some of the dsmp boys]

edit: I removed dream due to the true allegations against him.

george &lt;3-

•likes to tease and mess with you a lot

•lots and lots of play fighting

•george is a tired person most of the time, but wont hesitate to play games with you late at night

•he likes to cook breakfast and dinner with you rather than just you cooking by yourself

•type of guy to come up behind you and hug you without saying anything,

“ah- jeez, george you scared me,” you would huff at him “do you need something?”

He would just groan, and nuzzle his face into your neck.

•stays like that for a while, and refuses to let you walk away until hes done hugging you

•george is an awkward person and doesnt know how to show love very well

•however, he likes to buy you small things like flowers or chocolates on occasion.

•likes to hold your hand a lot (idk i just feel like that would be something he would do)

•its almost impossible for you to annoy him

•if you tried to by being obnoxious or just messing with him a lot, he would just roll his eyes with a smug smile on his face, amused at your poor attempts to annoy him

•late night walks with you>>

•isnt the type of person to really tell someone off if theyre flirting with you or looking at you wrong, instead he’ll glare at them from afar (his glare is mean, trust me) he doesnt wanna seem like a jealous boyfriend even though he really is

•or… he’ll just take you away without a word.

•gets attached easily and is always by your side unless hes streaming or out doing something

•basically just a really caring boyfriend and loves you so much to the point it pretty eats him from the inside out

•you’re constantly on his mind <3

sapnap &lt;;3-

•hyper boyfriend

•always telling you how pretty you are 24/7

•adores your laugh and loves to hear it

•i feel like sapnap has low confidence when it comes to relationships so he needs to be reassured sometimes

•now, in some situations he really is big and tough, but in other situations he’s the biggest baby on earth (in a good way ofc)

•his favorite thing is just to be acknowledged by you. As long as you know he’s there and exists, hes pretty much okay

•he has a lot of trouble talking to you about his problems

•you would be a little housewife and he adores that

• “BABY! I love you!!” Out of no where.

•the most giggly boyfriend EVER.

•gets so flustered easily, even when you do the smallest things like give him a kiss on the cheek

•he likes to take showers with you and talk about his day while washing your hair

•will put you on his lap while hes gaming and wont let you get up until hes done with his game,

“babe, i need to cook dinner, let me up.”

“noooooo, just a little longer? Please?” he would beg, and you would end up giving in.

“fine, 10 more minutes and then you gotta let me up!”

“20 minutes.”

sigh

•CLINGY!

•wants to know where you’re going if you’re getting ready to leave somewhere, and wants you to bring him along (or vice versa, he’ll take you everywhere with him)

•now sapnap is definitely more of a speaker when it comes to dudes touching or flirting with you,

Literally will walk up beside you and pull you closer to him by the waist,

“hey dickhead, why don’t you find someone else’s girlfriend to hit on?”

•if it gets to the point where the guy who was flirting with you just wont back off or is being snarky to sap, it might get physical.

•then asks you a lot of questions,

“are you okay? What was he saying to you? Did he touch you at all?”

“sap… im fine! Calm down, love.”

•chaotic troublemaker

•if its a snowy day, he will sneak up behind you and probably stuff snow down your shirt

•snowball fights (he would go easy on you and let you win)

•literally so thoughtful, hes always asking you if you need or want anything when hes going out to the store

•even if you say no hes gonna come back with your favorite candy or flowers

•lots of cuddles and movie nights

•competitive bf, and DEFINITELY will destroy you in Valorant (goes easy on you for your first few games)

•the silent rager

•if you actually keep beating him he will get a bit frustrated and just sit there with a straight face in silence (when really hes yelling in his head)

•admires you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. <3

(i know sapnaps was long i just love him sm)

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I know this only included the dteam but if i feel up to it i’ll make another one inluding karl, punz, and/or quackity

just a reminder that i miss you guys a lot, and i hope you all had an amazing christmas and happy new year. <3

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ minghao edition

member: minghao x reader genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points word count: 785 summary: minghao's boyfriend things <3 warnings: none!! author's note: i actually forgot to write this one which is why you are getting it so late i am so sorry. On the other hand, it's Hao day!!! and I am so close to having a small break from school and work !!

Art hoe aesthetic bf 

Also the perfect instagram boyfriend 

The personification of “no babe that’s stupid…let’s do it” 

Quality Time 

Likes doing hobbies with you !! Like he would love to do one of those paint for 30 minutes and then swap canvases challenges with you 

Would literally hand the canvas on the wall afterwards too

Helps you discover some hobbies if you feel like you don’t have any

“I’m gonna go work on a puzzle, babe, wanna join me?” 

Would love to do very domestic things with you like go grocery shopping and idk weed the flowerbed???

Enjoys long walks on the beach and picnics

Also enjoys just existing with you --- likes to just watch tiktoks over your shoulder and asks you to forward the funny ones to him 

Words of Affirmation

TELLS YOU ALL THE TIME THAT YOU ARE PERFECT LIKE JEEZ JUST LISTEN TO HIM ALREADY 

“Sweetheart, I told you that the cardigan looks fine with that shirt, don’t change it.” 

Would also definitely call you pet names like “babe”, “baby”, “sweets” or “sweetheart” 

And don’t forget his native language either! Like Jun, he would always compliment you in both languages

Just imagine you’re chilling in bed together watching some Instagram Reels when he leans down and whispers something sweet into your hair in Mandarin 

Despises you calling him pet names but calls you billions of different things just to find the perfect one 

“Peach? No, that's weird. Doll? Just no.” 

Doesn’t know how to take a compliment tho like damn bro LET US CALL YOU PRETTY 

Physical Touch

He’s super big on hand holding and you cannot convince me otherwise…he always has his hand out for you to take 

Hao is always super confident when he initiates the contact, but is so shy he turns into a fire truck when you do it (he is EMBARRASSED) 

I personally don’t think Hao would be big on cuddling, especially when sleeping…mans needs his personal space, but he would totally just chill on the couch with his arm around you 

When you tell him that you don’t want to be touched or anything he might pout a bit, but overall he would accept your wishes and not want to make you uncomfortable 

He would also be super concerned if something like that happened, but he would do his best to fix any issue 

Acts of Service

Hao would do simple things, like push the cart when you are shopping or do some cleaning when you are at work. He won’t even say anything about doing them either, he just does it and gets all giddy inside when you notice that he did something for you

If you have a pet together, he would always volunteer to to take them outside or to spend family time together 

Just imagine Hao laying on his stomach on the floor playing with a kitten or a puppy it would be so cute (and of course who could resist taking a picture of it either)

Enjoys doing tasks like dishes and laundry, always willingly agrees to do them

When you are getting ready to go somewhere, he will always grab your belongings like keys, wallet, purse, phone, ID, anything like that, so you don’t forget it (because you would otherwise) 

Always makes sure that if you need help with something and he can’t be there to help you that someone would be there. He doesn’t care if the rest of the performance unit wants to help, if you need more than just him the other three will be there 

Gift Giving 

I feel like Minghao is also not that big on gift giving…like of course he would for things like your birthday or any gift-giving holidays that you celebrate, but I just feel like he shows his love in other ways 

Obviously, he’ll do stuff like get your favorite drink or snack from the store or pick up your favorite dinner on the way home, but I don’t think he’d spend hundreds on jewelry or anything 

Though. He would totally revamp your whole closet for you LOL I can picture it perfectly, he sees you looking through clothes you never wear and you find a super ugly sweater and he’s like, “How many of these damn things do you have?” 

So he would drag you to his favorite store and y’all would pick out some cute outfits 

And he would obviously get a couple of them that match <3 

But yeah he wouldn’t go too crazy with buying you gifts because he would rather tell you he loves you than try to win your love with physical items and possessions

That’s actually so slay of him though let’s be real

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 12/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

If you guys see any changes when re-reading a chapter, means that I'm just proofreading and editing it haha

I proofread after I post something. Anyone interested in being a beta reader/proofreader?

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Lucifer is anxious.

After his no more than 10 minute nap was interrupted by the arrival of Belphegor, they were the only 2 in the room. The Sin of Sloth all but ordered that no one enters Lucifer's quarters until she is has looked him over and deemed fine and safe.

He didn't even get to see Charlie but Belphegor in doctor mode is someone he doesn't want to be difficult with.

He could hear the rest of the Sins beyond the door, probably pushing each other to try and sneak a peak or hear something. It reminds him of the time when the Sins first came into existence and acted like clingy children to him and Lilith.

With all the experience he had with them, he still managed to fuck up with Charlie.

Belphegor: -head?

Oh, Bel was talking.

Lucifer: Hmm?

She purses her lips at his inattentiveness and type something on her tablet. This can't be good.

Belphegor: I asked how is your head?

Lucifer: Still attached to me.

Bel gave him a deadpan look.

Belphegor: Very funny.

Lucifer: I am a clown.

Belphegor: Do not let Mammon hear you say that, he might include you as one of his trademark jesters.

Bel fired a few more standard questions and despite her doubts, he was honestly feeling fine. His body and mind is just craving sleep right now but he's in not any sort of pain. Plus, it's not like Bel can cure his problem no matter how good she and her meds are.

Belphegor: Charlie mentioned stuff came out of you? Like dark smoke?

Lucifer: You have to take her word for it because I have no idea what was happening. I was basically asleep the whole time. You should check on her too though. She looks worse than I did.

Belphegor: Yes. Maybe next time, inform one of us of your whereabouts so that the princess doesn't have a mental breakdown when she finds you near dead.

Lucifer: Yeah yeah. But I was only there for a nap. Honest! You know how these Heaven trips are always so tiring, Bel.

Belphegor: Which brings me to my next question, how long have you been coming and going into Heaven?

Lucifer: Uhhh I don't know what you're talking about.

Belphegor: Don't think I did not get that slip of tongue. You said trips.

Lucifer: Did I? I meant trip. Cos this is the first time I've come back there. Yep.

Belphegor: You are supposed to be the father of lies yet you cannot even make up a good enough excuse when the situation calls for it.

Lucifer: Ouch.

Belphegor: So, how long have you been making your secret Heavenly trips without us knowing…… Your Majesty.

Ahhh ever so respectful, even when she's scolding him.

Lucifer: It looks like you already had your suspicions even before I fucked it up.

Belphegor: Opening a portal to a place that is obviously not the entrance to Heaven, having a key to open said portal to a private quarters, not one message above for a permission. It's not rocket science.

Lucifer: Jeez. I didn't even know you were watching that intently.

Belphegor: What servant would I be if I did not keep an eye on my King.

Lucifer: Ain't a good servant supposed to follow their King with no questions asked? This is feeling a lot like an interrogation.

Belphegor: You are correct. And you have mine and the Sins' unyielding loyalty. But.. it does appear like you've forgotten a simple detail.

Lucifer: Oh yeah? And what's that?

Belphegor: You are our big brother. We value you as our family, not simply as royalty.

Lucifer doesn't know what to say to that. Instead he opts to steer the subject.

Lucifer: Do the others know?

Belphegor: I do not think so. And I have half a mind to let them loose on you but.. no. I have a very good inkling you don't want anyone to know of your endeavours.

Lucifer: Just don't tell them. Not yet.

He know Bel won't but he still wants to ask anyway.

Belphegor: Very well. But you are not answering my question. How. Long?

Lucifer can't help but gulp. There's really no getting out of this one. He's a bit glad it's Bel and not anyone else. If there's anyone of the Sins who knows how to keep something to themselves, it's the Sin of Sloth.

Thankfully, she's also too focused on the fact that he's having secret meetings in Heaven than what happened back at the palace.

Lucifer: ….More or less 5000 years ago. It was Michael who reached out first. No one else knows except my siblings up there.

Belphegor: Not even the head Seraphim?

Lucifer: As far as Sera is concerned, I am still banned from setting foot beyond the pearly gates.

Belphegor: Why would the Archangel Michael take that risk then? If found out, would that not affect his standing in Heaven?

Lucifer: At first it was just to stay up to date. He said that he didn't fully trust the council but I think that's just an excuse to have me alone with no one hovering. It's not frequent enough that anyone in Heaven will be able to sense me. But I stopped going when the extermination was proposed.

He took Bel's silence as a cue to continue.

Lucifer: Long before the Fall, Michael and I promised never to lie to each other. And during those secret meetings, I still thought that. I told him everything. But he never told me about the extermination so I guess it was just me upholding that promise. I'm such a fool.

He buries his face in his hands because the he really is a fool. Michael wasn't the only one pretending everything was okay; that anything barely changed. Lucifer hopes that Belphegor doesn't take his secrecy the wrong way.

He just wanted to be the little brother again.

Belphegor: You are a fool.

He can't help but shot Belphegor a pitying look but she puts up a hand before he could say something.

Belphegor: But so was I when I kept that secret that almost destroyed all of Hell. So was Satan for antagonizing the Son of God on Earth which consequently made them think it was you. So was Asmodeus for making his crystals and allowing illegal travels on the human world. So was Mammon when he tried to sue you for the first time and sent you to one of your self-isolation punishments. So was Leviathan for picking a fight with Lilith when you were already in distress. So was Beelzebub for almost letting you drink yourself to death. And so was Lilith for leaving.

The Sin of Sloth moves in front of him so their knees are touching. Bel had never been a touchy person. Much like Alastor, small gestures of touch are her way of shouting her love for you.

He'll forever be honored to be on the receiving end of those kinds of affection because he knows that those gifts given only to people who they think they deserve.

Belphegor: We're fools and we must learn from it. Was it not you who gave humanity the gift of knowledge? Who gave us life? Who gave us free will? So now you have the free will to choose if you'll remain one.

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I don't know why but I love writing Belphegor so much. It's the way she talks that is just easy to keep writing.

Anyway, continuation of this is tomorrow!

I only wanted a Bel and Luci chapter again, you'll see the rest of the Sins and Charlie again tomorrow!

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!

[lichenaday]

One of the things I really like about being a PhD student is that I don't really have average days. I don't have any teaching commitments at the moment so I can kinda just plan my own work schedule. This takes A LOT of self discipline which I don't have tons of so it can be challenging at times, but also means I get to work at my own pace. Since I don't have an average day, here's a peak at what I am up to today.

I wake up around 7:30/8. That's the time my cats have decided is wake up time, so I have little choice. Today we have a lab meeting over zoom at 10, so after running to the store to pick up cat litter and cat food, I head into the office.

I live about an hour away from my lab via train (I can't afford a place in the city), so my long commute is taken up listening to podcasts and staring out the window.

The lab meeting goes long today (as it does most weeks) and then it's on to EMAILS. I have a lot going on at the moment as I am planning my field work in Iceland in 2 WEEKS jeez how did it get here so fast! I also have to submit a presentation abstract for a botany conference I am attending in a few months. Luckily my supervisor was able to edit it last night so I can submit it today.

Then I go for a walk because the weather is nice and I need it.

My office is at the botanical garden so it is hard to resist. Spring is here! My misery can end!

Then it's lab work time.

They are doing construction on our normal lab so I have to go use the one in the creepy basement. I get a stern talking to from one of the other lab folks for not signing up for a scheduled time slot, which I didn't realize was a thing since it is my first time working in this lab. So I scurry away to figure out how to do that.

It's a lot of running up and down this grand stair case back and forth between my office upstairs and the lab in the basement.

I am running an agarose gel on some PCR products to see if I was able to amplify fungal DNA in some rest samples. I have to do this using ethidium bromide which is a hazardous chemical™. The German "danger" skull and crossbones doesn't have teeth for some reason?

My gel results are not good and so it is back to the drawing board on that one, but this was just a test anyway.

I am also working on extracting spores from lichen apothecia, which involves sticking apothecia on the lid of a petri dish, watering them every day for a week, and praying that they rain down spores into the dish below. Pipetting a drop of water onto each apothecia is tedious, but also satisfying.

Now I just have to kill time until I head out to choir rehearsal @ 7:00PM. So I go back to emails, annoying my coworkers, and my side hustle editing for an academic blog.

And that's what my day looked like. Some days I do more lab work, most days I do a lot of writing, and soon I will be doing LOTS of field work which is my favorite!

[starzioo]

𝐁.𝐙 ❦ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒? | pt. 4

This is gonna be the last part of the series so I hope you liked the mini series! >.<

Per usual here’s pt. 1 if you haven’t read it already!

NO WARNINGS!! :P

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"Can I steal her for a while?" Blaise says asking Cho.

She runs off giggling slightly knowing that you and Blaise were gonna go to the astronomy tower. You both start walking when Blaise breaks the silence. "That was one hell of a bitch slap." Blaise says slightly smiling looking at you. "He deserved it" you laugh back. "I talked to Pansy just before I came down here...she was crying and shaking, she was just a whole mess." You say slightly laughing. "Jeez...did she apologize?" "No I didn't really even give her a chance to I just walked off. Then came here." you say softly. "I don't think Draco is gonna bother you anymore after today" he smiles at you. You smile back. "So you said you want to go to the astronomy tower right?" You say pausing. "Yeah.." he says giving you his same soft expression.

You two both continue walking until you get to the staircase leading to the top. You both walk up the stairs in comfortable silence. Once you get to the top you sit down on the ledge as the sun is finally setting. He puts his bag down. "So what'd you wanna talk about?" you say turning to look at his as he sits next to you. The breeze is cool and the sun is shining a golden light on you two. He just looks at your eyes admiringly he then looks down. He gently grabs your hand. Immediately your attention goes to his hands. He starts fiddling with the charm bracelet he got you. He looks back up at you, he takes a breath. "After what happened today...In the court yard..I realized how much I missed you. Having your head on my shoulder and your hand in mine...it was just...something that I could only ever do with you, and I don't ever wanna see you do that with anyone else. Y/n it's you...it's always been you.. *He says softly rubbing circles on the back of your hand* I don't know if you feel the same, if you don't that's okay. I just could keep that away from you any longer. *he takes a breath* When you were with Draco, I felt I had to keep away from you, I knew if I didn't I would rip you away from him. I just can't stand the thought of you being with anyone but me." He says softly. Your eyes begin to water a bit and you feel a tear drop from your eye. He lifts his hand and brings it to the side of your face. His hand now lays on your jaw line, his thumb wiping away the tear. His eyes glancing from your lips back up to your eyes as yours do the same. He looks into your eyes for consent, you nod. With his soft hand on your jaw he guides your face slightly to his. The seconds that it took for you two to connect felt like years. The emotions swirled in Blaise's chest, he had dreamt of this special moment for so long. The feeling of your breath against his face made chills go down his spine. The distinct rosy smell of your perfume and his mahogany cologne mixed together. As you close your eyes you finally feel his velvet soft lips against yours. His feelings, repressed for years, finally showed in this moment. As your lips connect your hand snakes up to the side of his face. A rosy blush rose to your cheeks. The sensation of his lips against yours felt natural, as if they were meant to be there. Blaise was intoxicated by the kiss, but he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. He shakily breathes through his nose his chest rising with each breath, his hand still laying on your face. "It's always been you..." he whispers as his thumb softly glides against your cheek.

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Well! That’s it! I know most people are gonna think that this series is corny but I honestly like this one. It was so quickly written and put together idek if the plot all goes together! T.T Hope you enjoyed!! <3

[cherliin]

the sims 3: crybaby whims legacy conversion 🧸🩹

note: if you're like me and you've been playing sims 3 but find there's a lack of new challenges, I hope you find this challenge to your liking. you can find the original made by draeyad for sims 4 here. I will be including the original descriptions for generations with very minor changes.

i highly recommend using the family secrets mod!

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐫 𝐮 𝐥 𝐞 𝐬 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

— ᡣ���� You must complete every goal for each generation before moving on to the next. This means completing the lifetime wish is optional unless specifically stated in the generation goals. — ᡣ𐭩 Some cheats are allowed to progress the story. I’ll clarify in each generation. — ᡣ𐭩 No money cheats. You may, however, use familyfunds [sims last name] [money wanted] OR freerealestate for your first home in generation 1. — ᡣ𐭩 Lifespan can be kept on normal OR long. Adjust as you see fit. — ᡣ𐭩 You can take sims into CAS by shift-clicking and selecting "Edit in CAS" since you may need to change traits. — ᡣ𐭩 Fill in traits as needed if not all are listed for a sim.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐇 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅            𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟏

lifetime wish: perfect mind, perfect body career: none at first, politics as an adult traits: perfectionist, neurotic, family-oriented, nurturing, neat

colors - yellow and white

— everyone thinks that we’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the curtains —

you grew up with a perfect white picket fence life in a perfect home. perfect parents, perfect siblings, perfect grades. nothing was ever out of place. or was it? your memory is a little jaded, it seems. maybe, you got it all wrong. you were taught father builds the home and mother maintains it. but how was dad making money again? jeez, you can’t remember. did you choose to forget? and like the perfect sim you are, you fell in love in high school with the perfect person. or, you thought they were perfect until you saw them kissing your sibling. and only a few years later, they got married. you weren’t even invited to the wedding. no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

you were perfect. where did it go wrong?

you promised you’d keep to your mother’s beliefs. you married young (18 to be exact) and took care of your spouse and home. but your ex was always hanging around your sibling's house. and you guys may have accidentally hooked up. and now you guys are pregnant, each having a different spouse.

— is it weird to co-parent with your sibling's spouse? should you keep seeing your ex? what about your partner? will they catch you cheating? will you tell them the truth or continue living a lie?

— ᡣ𐭩 have a high school sweetheart you start on bad terms with (you may cheat this or have them yell at each other a lot) — ᡣ𐭩 have a very caring spouse who you’re madly in love with — ᡣ𐭩 have a perfect white picket fence home with your spouse — ᡣ𐭩 slowly rebuild a relationship with your ex — ᡣ𐭩 start hooking up with your ex until one of you gets pregnant — ᡣ𐭩 raise the child under your roof — ᡣ𐭩 have three more children with your spouse — ᡣ𐭩 divorce your spouse as an adult and take all the children — ᡣ𐭩 stop being a stay-at-home parent and join the political career — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill your lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 will you continue seeing your ex?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐁 𝐎 𝐌 𝐁 𝐒  𝐎 𝐍  𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐀 𝐘  𝐌 𝐎 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅                             𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟐

lifetime wish: the perfect garden career: gardener traits: unflirty, loves the outdoors, excitable, green thumb, shy colors - white and pink

— pinky promise, i’ll still love your garden. even with no flowers. —

love isn’t real. it doesn’t feel real. you’re not even sure who your real other parent is. your parents were always too busy messing around and barely found time for you and your siblings. you basically swore off love, thinking it only caused problems. it’s not like it mattered anyway. you all died in the end. until you met someone at a coffee shop who shared your love for the outdoors. it was rare meeting anyone as passionate as you. at first, you rejected any and all attempts to go on a date with this person. but wow, they kind of insisted on it. so you decided to humor them and despite your unflirty ways, they liked you. it was a strange feeling but it made you fall madly in love for the first time.

and then a cowplant ate them.

see, you knew this would happen. nothing can ever be sunshine and daisies. it’s too much to ask. but after stumbling across some pomegranate seeds, you got an idea. it’s not like there was anyone else for you in this world. was it wrong to bring back a dead person?

— will your relationship be sustainable with someone who is back from the dead? was it cruel to bring them back in the first place? can you continue to love them as they are?

— ᡣ𐭩 have a dead lover with the traits loves the outdoors, loner, vegetarian, good, and friendly — ᡣ𐭩 plant a pomegranate garden in your backyard — ᡣ𐭩 grow a life fruit and catch a death fish — ᡣ𐭩 bring back your dead lover using ambrosia, but replace good and friendly with the grumpy and evil traits (use cheats) — ᡣ𐭩 have children (as many as you want) — ᡣ𐭩 master gardening skill — ᡣ𐭩 have partner join the criminal career after resurrection — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill your lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 how will you keep this relationship alive?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐂 𝐋 𝐀 𝐒 𝐒  𝐅 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅             𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟑

lifetime wish - the emperor of evil career - criminal, evil branch traits: evil, mean spirited, computer whiz, rebellious, light sleeper colors - pink and orange

— no, no, no. don’t you choke. daddy chimed in, go for the throat. —

having an evil parent in the mafia was no joke. and oh, did you admire them for all their hard work. i mean, they literally came back from the dead. how cool is that? you wanted to be like them and would do whatever it took to gain their approval. your grades were awful, your friends were the worst and your parents got weekly phone calls from school about you. it was a nice feeling. you even met a partner just like you and you felt inseparable. kind of like a modern bonnie & clyde minus the bad parts like dying in a hail of bullets. that’s bad.

when you had your first and only child, you didn’t take much interest in them, though.

it wasn’t their fault, you just had a crime organization to run. so your parent, the non-evil one, mostly raised them. and maybe that was for the best. you didn’t have much parental instinct and who knows how messed up they might have turned out if you raised them. all’s well that ends well.

— how long can you keep up this lifestyle before it catches up with you? Are you going to regret ignoring your child? or worse, will you regret not conforming to a normal life?

— ᡣ𐭩 get terrible grades in school — ᡣ𐭩 pull at least 10 pranks on your parents while living with them and sneak out past curfew to party frequently — ᡣ𐭩 meet and fall in love with a sim that has the exact same traits as yours (cheat this if needed) — ᡣ𐭩 have three friends, all with the evil trait — ᡣ𐭩 get pregnant but take no time off (link) — ᡣ𐭩 have your parents move in to help take care of the baby themselves (cheat a longer lifespan if needed) — ᡣ𐭩 maintain a low relationship with your child — ᡣ𐭩 have 3 enemies — ᡣ𐭩 reach top of criminal career — ᡣ𐭩 will you ever have a good relationship with your child?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆  𝐖 𝐇 𝐄 𝐄 𝐋 𝐒 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅                  𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟒

lifetime wish: professional author THEN LATER super popular career: writer traits: romantic, genius, bookworm, night owl, cat person colors - orange and red

— fully undressed, no training wheels left for you. and i’ll pull them off for you. —

unlike your grandparent that raised you, you were a believer in love. love at first sight, opposites attract, enemies to lovers. if it was a love trope, you believed in it. you pretty much devoted your life to the idea of love. so when you met the one, just like in all the obscure fanfiction you read, they swept you off your feet. you would do anything in the world to be with them. every hour of every day. you just couldn’t get enough of them. your life felt perfect when you were with them and nothing in this world could make you feel bad again.

until they dumped your ass.

you spent the better half of your breakup keyboard smashing new fanfic titles about loveless relationships while downing a whole tub of ben & jerry’s. and really, who could blame you? that was rough. and thus, the baddies club was created. a club of three pretty best friends, all single, that didn’t need a damn relationship. or did you?

— is this the life you’ve been dreaming of? or are you still a hopeless romantic at heart, waiting on someone to come take you away? but how would your besties feel if they knew?

— ᡣ𐭩 go through a dramatic breakup as a teenager — ᡣ𐭩 write three books with hateful titles about relationships — ᡣ𐭩 switch lifetime wish to super popular — ᡣ𐭩 start a club of singles and get only two pretty best friends to join (link) — ᡣ𐭩 develop an extremely close bond with your two new friends — ᡣ𐭩 go out with your besties every friday night — ᡣ𐭩 host a movie night on saturdays — ᡣ𐭩 max out writing skill — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill the super popular lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 move your besties in with you and adopt and raise a child together — ᡣ𐭩 will you ever find love again or are you and your besties true soulmates for life?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘  𝐏 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅           𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟓

lifetime wish: heartbreaker career: stylist traits: commitment issues, irresistible, diva, snob, dramatic

colors - red and black

— it’s my party, and i’ll cry if i want to. i’ll cry until the candles burn down this place. —

you’re a brat. it’s as simple as that, really. with so many people watching over you while growing up, it was rare you didn’t get what you wanted. and you were always kinda jealous of how smart your parent was. they were just - so good at everything. and all you really had was beauty. who cares about that crap? beauty fades. well, it was really your only defining attribute so might as well make the best of it while you could. you just wished people liked you for you and not because you were extremely smoking hot.

well, then. if you can’t be happy, no one can. that’s a principle you always lived by.

you became a prolific fashionista and a professional life ruiner. not only did you ruin marriages, you broke the hearts of your own lovers. it just felt so dang good to be in control. until - uh oh. you met a gym rat and now you can’t stop thinking about their perfect eyes. no, this can’t be happening. you don’t fall in love. who the hell do they think they are, walking into your life like that? better make them pay.

— are you really falling in love that easily? or is it just a fluke? will you keep ruining lives forever or do you think it may be time to settle down?

— ᡣ𐭩 do yoga every morning (link) — ᡣ𐭩 be enemies with every sim that you come across that is as gorgeous as your sim — ᡣ𐭩 reach 3 star celebrity level — ᡣ𐭩 meet a super attractive sim at the gym — ᡣ𐭩 make them fall in love with you and break up with them — ᡣ𐭩 fulfill your lifetime wish — ᡣ𐭩 rekindle the old flame with the sim you met at the gym — ᡣ𐭩 max martial arts skill (to be done through yoga) — ᡣ𐭩 have identical same-gender twins with the gym sim (you can cheat this if needed) — ᡣ𐭩 will you put your past behind you and accept love into your life?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐂 𝐎 𝐏 𝐘  𝐂 𝐀 𝐓 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅         𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟔

lifetime wish: surrounded by family career: stay-at-home parent (artist freelancer) traits: artistic, avant garde, clumsy, good, loser

colors - black and peach

— you’re a copycat. you take it, then you leave it just like that. —

you were born as a twin to a narcissistic parent and unfortunately, you were the scapegoat while your twin was the golden child. your twin always got the three hundred dollar christmas present and you were lucky to get the book you asked for. if your twin did something wrong, it was actually your fault. you couldn’t wait to break away from the dysfunction in your family. and break away, you did. you moved out the minute you turned 18 and you didn’t look back. mostly, you made money by selling art on simblr. but a sim that you met on the same website offered for you to come stay with them. and eventually, like a movie, the two of you fell in love. you even started talking about a future together. you mentioned wanting children to treat them better than your parents did you.

but, wait. why the hell is your twin showing up at your door suddenly?

without much invitation, your twin is now living with you guys. you’ve explained to your partner that you can’t really say no to your twin. you’d feel like a bad sibling if you did that. however, you twin is acting kinda weird. a streak of jealousy, perhaps? oh, they’re just like your parent! not only does your twin insist on sharing the same roof, you caught them flirting with your partner who thought it was you. and why is your twin wearing your favorite cardigan? and when you guys fall pregnant with your first child, suddenly your twin wants to take the baby. oh, hell no.

— how will you choose to handle your twin trying to steal your life? you still love them so what can you do? do you let this run its course or intervene? could your family be in danger?

— ᡣ𐭩 move in with a sim you met through online dating — ᡣ𐭩 have your twin move in with you — ᡣ𐭩 your twin should have the traits slob, kleptomaniac, couch potato, and inappropriate — ᡣ𐭩 get married to your soulmate, but your twin crashes the wedding by acting inappropriately and upsetting guests — ᡣ𐭩 you take up freelancing art professionally and your twin joins at the same time — ᡣ𐭩 catch your partner cheating on you with your twin — ᡣ𐭩 rebuild your relationship with your partner over time and fall pregnant — ᡣ𐭩 have your twin constantly take over caring for the baby — ᡣ𐭩 have two more children — ᡣ𐭩 move the annoying twin out of town with one of your babies and half your money. they stole your baby! — ᡣ𐭩 switch to that household and dedicate your life to raising the stolen baby as the annoying twin — ᡣ𐭩 will you ever get your sweet baby back?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐎 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆 𝐄  𝐉 𝐔 𝐈 𝐂 𝐄 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅              𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟕

lifetime wish: jack of all trades career: business, then switch to architectural designer then switch to your choice traits: grumpy, virtuoso, ambitious, workaholic, brooding

colors - peach and brown

— your body is imperfectly perfect, everyone wants what the other one’s working. —

you suffered terribly with your identity. you didn’t know who you were or who you wanted to be. your parent couldn’t provide a birth certificate or photos of you at the hospital when you were born. you didn’t even know who your other parent was. everyone has two parents, right? see, that’s your problem. you want to be like everyone else, unable to find yourself in all the confusion. the confusion of going nowhere. you’ve always been told this or that is the right way. but have you ever considered your own way? maybe it was time to stop comparing to others and just go.

now yours would be a journey of self discovery. you deserved it after all.

after going through some documents at work one day, you saw a missing flyer of yourself. no. it couldn’t be. you were stolen. that explains so much about everything! you’re determined to find your real parents and figure out where you fit in in life. kinda weird you look so much like who you thought was your bio parent. maybe there’s more to this than you realize.

— how will you confront the person who raised you? what path will you choose when you finally have a sense of identity? are your parents everything you thought they would be?

— ᡣ𐭩 get a job in business straight out of graduating high school (aging up to a young adult) — ᡣ𐭩 stay living with your parent to help them cover the cost of your home (you can use cheats if funds are low) — ᡣ𐭩 decide you don’t like business and switch to architecture — ᡣ𐭩 find your birth parents and start building a relationship with them — ᡣ𐭩 go to the park with your real parents every monday and have a barbecue. — ᡣ𐭩 kick your fake parent out once you have reached 100 friendship with both of your real parents. keep all household funds to yourself. — ᡣ𐭩 decide what career you want and stick to it — ᡣ𐭩 max five skills of your choice — ᡣ𐭩 meet your future spouse at work and have children with them that your real parents get to know — ᡣ𐭩 whatever happened to your fake parent that stole you?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐇 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇  𝐒 𝐂 𝐇 𝐎 𝐎 𝐋  𝐒 𝐖 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 ���� 𝐓 𝐒 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅                              𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟖

lifetime wish: your choice career: education traits: childish, party animal, social butterfly, easily impressed, heavy sleeper

colors - brown and gold

— if you can’t handle a heart like mine, don’t waste your time with me. —

you were a class clown. everyone, and i mean everyone, just adored you to pieces. but of them all, you only adored one back. they were your rock and you truly loved everything about them. their hair, the way they smelled, even the way they talked. but maybe you were a little too friendly and you gave the wrong signals. you were always just the best friend. when they introduced you, you were just the best friend. you wanted to be more. you always hoped for more. but at the same time, you didn’t want to ruin what you had going. all the way through high school and into adulthood.

and then they got married and you realized you were still in love with your high school best friend. your sweetheart.

you confessed your love for them one starry night and they confessed they’ve always felt the same. but now there’s a problem. their spouse. without much time to consider it, your best friend gets a divorce and is all about you now. this is what you wanted, right? is it? uh oh, someone is getting cold feet now.

— is this the life you want or maybe did you just want to prove you could do it? would you be better off with someone who chose you first? or better off alone?

— ᡣ𐭩 accept EVERY party invitation you receive on your days off — ᡣ𐭩 have a total of ten good friends — ᡣ𐭩 complete three wishes every week — ᡣ𐭩 confess your attraction to your best friend at their house during nighttime — ᡣ𐭩 influence them to leave their spouse — ᡣ𐭩 max out charisma skill — ᡣ𐭩 go on a date with your best friend once their divorce is finalized — ᡣ𐭩 get married, but leave them at the altar before the wedding ends — ᡣ𐭩 find out one of you is having the other’s baby — ᡣ𐭩 will you go back to them and work things out for the sake of the child?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐌 𝐑 𝐒  𝐏 𝐎 𝐓 𝐀 𝐓 𝐎  𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅                   𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟗

lifetime wish: living in the lap of luxury career: you’re too gorgeous to work traits: neat, hates children, mean spirited, over-emotional, mooch

colors - gold and silver

— do you swear you’ll stay forever? even if her face don’t stay together? —

when you were little, you had dreams and aspirations of grandeur. you couldn’t imagine an amount of money that would satisfy you. however, you didn’t really wanna work for it like other people. you were kinda hoping it would just fall into your lap. and fall into your lap, it most certainly did. in the form of the wealthiest sim in town. it started with them offering to cover your coffee and as you turned up the charm, they only became more smitten with you. you were gorgeous with youth on your side. they simply couldn’t resist. everything was going so well. all you had to do was keep up your appearance, manage your home, and look stunning while doing so. nothing could bring you down.

nothing except maybe aging.

as you got older, your now spouse seemed bored with you. the children you had together even seemed annoyed with you. you decided to ask your spouse for some money to “fix yourself.” they provided the funds for you to get cosmetic surgery, but they didn’t stay. now you just had a large empty home with screaming children, living on borrowed fortune and big lips. so it’s mostly up to one of your kids to strike big and take care of you. it’s not like you’ll be getting a job ever.

— will you realize beauty is only skin deep? will you ever find love again? could you learn how to be the parent your children need?

— ᡣ𐭩 never work a day in your life — ᡣ𐭩 marry the wealthiest sim in town as a young adult — ᡣ𐭩 max out fitness skill only by jogging/treadmill or reading — ᡣ𐭩 max out charisma skill — ᡣ𐭩 accidentally have two children before becoming an adult — ᡣ𐭩 accidentally have one more child as an adult — ᡣ𐭩 change your sim once a sim week as an adult in CAS by slightly altering lip size and breast OR muscle size. — ᡣ𐭩 divorce your rich spouse and be left with the house, but only half the money — ᡣ𐭩 will you get revenge on your ex-spouse? you thought they’d never leave you.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐖  &&  𝐓 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅              𝐠 𝐞 𝐧 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧  𝟏𝟎

lifetime wish: superstar actor career: film, acting branch traits: snob, adventurous, star quality, charismatic, supernatural fan

colors - silver and lilac

— i’m on display for all you f*ckers to see. —

you lived a lavish life in the lap of luxury. you were the child of an elite and pretty much got everything you wanted. your face was already pretty well known so when your recently divorced parent put you into showbiz, it was pretty easy to get in. you knew your parent was only using you so that they didn’t have to work. and as crappy as it is, you still loved your parent very much and wanted to also be able to provide for your siblings. so you couldn’t really say no. as time went on, people loved you. you were charismatic, outgoing and sweet. somewhat. but the pressure to maintain your image started to build and people’s expectations of you grew higher.

it felt like they were always screaming dance, monkey. dance.

to make matters worse, you were becoming a household name and the elite wanted you as part of their organization, promising immortality. they drink blood so you’re pretty sure they are a vampire cult. you can’t get them to leave you the hell alone. but wow, one of them is kinda gorgeous.

— will you join the elite yourself and become an immortal? or maybe it’s best to go into hiding and never be seen literally ever again? this cult stuff sounds pretty serious.

— ᡣ𐭩 reach the top of the film career — ᡣ𐭩 send your parent money every week (min 500 simoleons. cheat this by deducting 500 every week) — ᡣ𐭩 have an eccentric silver(white) & lilac penthouse in the city — ᡣ𐭩 win 3 acting awards — ᡣ𐭩 find an obscure hobby of your choice — ᡣ𐭩 cycle through four different relationships at the same time — ᡣ𐭩 meet some hot vampires who want to turn you into one of them — ᡣ𐭩 fall in love with a vampire and run away with them into seclusion in a different world — ᡣ𐭩 drop your fame and never return to the spotlight, lose all family connections, and live out a secluded life with your vampire lover.

okay damn that was long but it's done! please let me know if I forgot to change anything!

[anonymous-rendezvous]

Ink & Affirmations

💙 Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✦ — Word count: 2k | Ao3

After a rough day at work, coming home to your loving boyfriend is already a gift enough. But Ike still wants to find a way to lift your spirits from the hectic day you’ve had.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

It had been… a day. Finally, returning after a long exhausting day of work to your shared home with your boyfriend. And after glancing at the clock, you knew he would still be working in his office. A tired smile tugged at your lips. Even with the long hours of dealing with stubborn coworkers and demanding customers, it was nice to come home to the calming presence of your lover.

Stopping in the entry room, you tug off your work shoes, breathing out a fairly unenergetic ‘I’m home.’ Taking a deep breath before shrugging your coat off and hanging it on the rack nearby. As you move to place your keys on the counter, the sound of shuffling footsteps reaches your ears. You were turning your head in time to watch as your partner emerged from the hallway.

“Welcome back, sweetie.” Ike Eveland. The man’s words were as sweet as his voice is soft. His voice has a physical effect on you as the tension from your shoulders starts to dissipate. The novelist’s pace quickens upon noticing how exhausted you look. Once reaching your side, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Oh jeez, you look like you’ve been through hell.”

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a dry laugh. Gesturing at your eyes and the apparent bags under them, you say, “What gave it away?” Ike huffed at you, hazel eyes narrowing at you. Quick to change the topic, you avoid his gaze. “I’ll be fine, Ike. How’s your novel coming along? I would love to read the new chapter.”

He eyes you for a second before updating you on any progress he made so far. He tells you about how he’s almost done with the current book. How he was proud of the sudden burst of inspiration that pushed him through a rough patch of a chapter he’d been stuck on. You smiled fondly as you listened to him speak; however, you could feel yourself slipping. Your body calling for much-needed rest.

“I’ll probably continue working on it a bit longer before bed, honestly, but I promise you I won’t be up too late. Honestly, I think you’ll need the cuddles I wanna give you right now.” He reached for one of your hands, clasping it gently while letting the other trace mindless patterns across the skin. A warmth grows in your chest at the gesture.

“Yes, please don’t strain yourself, babe. Both of us don’t need to be zombies.” Raising your free hand to rub your droopy eyes whilst squeezing the hand that was holding yours. “I think I’ll hit the hay early. I honestly feel like shit and if I stay up any longer, I know I’ll start overthinking today…” 

Ike’s eyes filled with worry. “Sweet-” 

“I’ll be fiiine, I promise. I don’t wanna inconvenience you, especially when you're so motivated.” You planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Go work on your book. I’ll be in bed waiting when you're done.” You didn’t give him room to argue as you gave him a quick hug before trudging toward your shared room. You were more than ready to turn in and put this day behind you.

The concerned novelist wistfully looked down the hall after you. He very much wanted to call it a night so he could be with you and give you the love you need. Yet he also knew that if he did so, you’d feel guilty for ‘keeping him from his work’. Ike let out a heavy sigh and reluctantly headed back to his office. His book, however, was momentarily pushed to the back of his thoughts. Mind brewing with ideas on how to help you. His eyes lit up as it dawned on him. It’d have to be for tomorrow, but it excited him all the same. Smiling, and now filled with more determination, he got back to work.

The morning was going to be a special one.

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When the next day rolls in, you wake up feeling marginally better. Grateful for a good night's rest. Letting out a yawn as your body slowly wakes up, soaking in the peace, before fully opening your eyes. Turning over, you had expected to be greeted by your boyfriend's sleeping face. Except his spot was empty.

‘He woke up earlier than me? That’s a surprise… ’ Slowly you rose, sitting up from your sleeping position. Stretching, and letting out a groan as your bones cracked, looking around as you did so for any hints as to where Ike had gone. His glasses were gone from his nightstand, however, everything else seemed to be right where it had been left the night before. Unable to deduce where Ike had disappeared to, you pushed the blankets away from your body with a groan. “I guess I’ll just have to get up then…” Patting down your messy hair, you turn and heave yourself up from the comfy bed. “Better get ready for work… let’s hope it’s not hell today.” With no other choice than to start preparing for the day, you swiftly fall into your morning routine.

Ike, on the other hand, was in the kitchen preparing you a simple breakfast. He might not be a ‘master chef’ like his friend Vox, however, he could still prepare you a delicious plate of eggs and toast. Brewing you a mug of your favorite tea to accompany it. ‘Everything is in place.’ He thought, having a content smile on his face. ‘Now, for one last thing…’

It doesn’t take long for you to get ready, having repeated this routine for so long. Letting out a long yawn, you made your way to the kitchen. Thinking about just making some toast and then heading off early. I mean, the faster you do something, the faster it’s over. Right?

As you enter the kitchen and freeze in your tracks. First, your eyes lock onto the plate on the table before shifting to Ike, who was sitting on the other side. The novelist gives you a closed-mouth smile, his eyes closed as he enjoys his caviar toast. As soon as he swallows, he speaks, “Hey sweetie, I made you breakfast. No need to rush. Let’s enjoy our morning.”

Slowly placing your bags down on the counter, then take a seat across from him. You’re a bit confused, but who are you to turn down a nice breakfast? Spotting the mug, you happily pick it up, making a pleased noise as you take a long sip. Turning your attention back up to Ike and giving him an appreciative smile. “You brewed my favorite tea, and you made me breakfast. Thank you. But what’s going on? Did I miss something?”

Ike’s smile doesn’t falter, but grows as he explains himself. “You didn’t miss anything, hun. I just wanted to make you something nice cause you had a bad day yesterday. Plus, I have something else for you as well…” He laughs at the confused squint you give him, causing you to lean over to poke him.

“What are you planning?”

“It’s not anything teasing, I swear. Here–” He motions for you to give you his arm– “roll up your sleeve.”

You blink owlishly, the confusion just growing, but you do as he says. Pushing up your suit jacket sleeve and relinquish your arm to him. Ike gently grasps your wrist and gently turns your arm so the inner side is up-facing, his free hand rummaging in his pocket for something. After a moment, he pulls out a marker and you tilt your head. “Are you gonna write on me? I don’t need ink poisoning, dear”

“Shhh, don’t worry, it’s non-toxic darling.” He then turns a bit in his seat, opening the marker and writing who-knows-what on your arm. With his attention fully on his task, you take the moment to take him in. The morning sun illuminates his face and focused smile as the maker glides over your arm. A few moments pass before he pulls the marker away, releasing his grip on you as he does so. As he re-caps the marker, you twist your arm so you can see what he’d done. Instantaneously, you feel your heart swell from what’s written there.

‘I love you, and I know you’ll do great today.’ It might have seemed small, but that simple phrase almost caused you to start crying on the spot.

Ike felt the slight tension leave his body as you took in his words, a radiant smile gracing your lips. Every day you worked so hard, and he sincerely appreciated all the effort you put into everything you do. In his eyes, you are such a strong person. It was something he’d respected about you even before the two of you had started dating. And to see you struggling both physically and mentally? It absolutely breaks his heart. So if he can help you build yourself back up, even just a little, he’ll feel highly accomplished. Not just as your boyfriend, but as your friend, too. His admiring of you was cut short when you rose suddenly. Confused, he called out to you, “Sweetie, is there somethi–oof!”

Cutting off his sentence, you embraced him in the tightest hug you could. It didn’t matter that you were standing, and he was sitting. The brunette, of course, hugged you back, one of his hands petting your back whilst the other rested on the back of your head. The pair of you embraced each other in silence, save for him moving you to a more comfortable position. With you perching yourself on one of his legs. Loosening your hold on him, wanting to look him in the eyes, you finally spoke up. “Thank you, Ike. That… really made my whole day. I promise that of I start feeling shitty at all today, I’ll look at my arm and know you’re waiting for me here.”

Ike reaches up to caress your face, love evident in his hazel eyes as he looks at you. “I’m very happy to hear that, darling.”

“I think I should get a little payback though…” Snatching the marker up off the table and mimicking what the novelist had done to you, making him chuckle. Ike humored you; allowing you to write on him in retaliation. And once you were all done, you pushed his arm towards himself, a proud look on your face.

Glancing down at his arm, adjusting his glasses as he read the words you put on him. “You make me happy every day, my smart cookie.”

You giggle as you watch him grow a bit flustered, and when he looks back at you, your mouth can’t help but curl into a goofy smile. His flushed expression quickly shifts to a content smile as he watches you. Returning his hand to your back, he rubs it soothingly. He leans forward, planting a peck on your lips. “Thank you, sweetie. Now you should eat. You’re gonna be late for work.”

Your momentary bliss is gone once you remember that you still have to go to work. Removing yourself from his space, you quickly sit back in your own chair, the marker you had picked up landing harshly on the table. Paying it no mind as you quickly settled into your breakfast. Ike just chuckles. Even when you're in a rush, he still finds you incredibly adorable.

After finishing your food, you chug down your tea, much to your dismay. Giving Ike another kiss before you leave for work. “I shouldn’t be home as late as yesterday. Good luck with your book, hun!” You speak as you walk briskly towards the door, fixing yourself one last time, before waving goodbye to him.

You were immensely grateful to have such a caring person as Ike to watch after you. On the way to work, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have someone like him to love you. And Ike mirrored that thought. Smile still on his face as he cleaned up before making his way to his office. In your separation, you both look at your arms again and think…

‘Today’s gonna be a good day…’

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Title: 4am Drunk Calls **

Lewis Hamilton x Ex-Girlfriend Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Crude Language, Dirty Talk, Angst, NSFW, Phone Sex, Self-Pleasuring 

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Reader and Lewis are broken up. On a hard night of partying her shield cracks and she drunk calls and let's some dirty filthy shit spill.

Note: Appearance of someone I have been meaning to start writing for since 2021 but never found the opening. Everyone say hello to the opening and the new addition to our lineup. LOL

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"Sweet baby Jesus in a manger he looks good as fuck," you groaned out as you watched his latest story again and again.

 You'd lost track of how many times you'd watched it, lost track of how long you'd sat there analyzing the 30 second clip of him doing pull ups from every angle. You did know that you'd started with a full to the brim glass of wine and now your glass was dryer than the Gobi.

 Upon this close up of his back as he pulled up you let your finger rest on the screen pausing the video. You gawked at the bunched muscles there and let your tongue roam over your bottom lip. You remembered your fingers resting just atop his "still I rise" tattoo. They didn't anymore though. Taking your finger off, you let the video finish off then you went back to his page to drool over the photos he'd posted today. He was off on yet another luxurious trip enjoying his wealth and fruits of his hard labor.

 On the 4th picture, you sighed. The setting sun loved him. The golden light bathed him like none other. You loved seeing him in the sunset, it was a major turn on for you that he always capitalized on when you were together. He laid in the sand with a wide smile and a hand shielding the sun. You wondered who'd taken the picture. Who was he with?

 The thoughts toiled in your head until the discontent within you bubbled. Groaning, you threw your phone across the room then dropped onto your back.

 "Jeez! You're on a roll to make it 4 phones this month," Nori, your personal assistant and friend said.

 You rolled your eyes again.

 "Then it shouldn't piss me off."

 Nori snorted. "How did an inanimate object piss you off today?"

 She approached you and as she did, she let out an amused scoff. Glancing at her, you saw her eyes on your screen.

 "If you miss him so much call him."

 "Fuck outta here, who misses him?!"

 You said it more forcefully than you’d intended. Crossing your arms, you took up the keyboard for the entertainment system on your media room and proceeded to distract yourself.

 "I'm sure he misses you too," Nori went on.

 "Bullshit. You don't see he's on yet another island? Probably with some thirsty IG thot who is desperate for some attention and dick, and he is eating it up and dickin’ her down without a care in the world. Ass!”

 Nori didn't answer for a few moments. "Or he's frontin’ as much as you are putting on a façade, so you think he's over you."

 You glared at her. "Who's frontin? Who's putting on a facade? Fuck outta here I am so over him and his bullshit double standards. Him and his bullshit stubbornness. Him and his always gotta be right and refuse to fess up to being wrong. Him and his bossiness and always needing to have the upper hand in damn near everything. Fuck him!”

 You could feel Nori's eyes on you. When you looked her eyes said it all.

 "What?"

 "Weren't those the reasons you fell in love with him?"

 You sneered and looked back to the massive screen in front of the room. As your personal assistant for the last eight years, she’d seen you pre-Lewis, during Lewis and post Lewis. This meant she had the receipts to back up every single one of her on point accusations. It also meant she was right. You hated she was right. Nori sighed loudly.

 "You two are so similar it’s ridiculous."

 "I'm nothing like him. If someone I say I love expresses vulnerability about something I'm not going to hurt them and turn an already tumultuous exchange into a nightmare by bring aloof, distant and wishy-washy. Then turn around like the hurt one and play victim. I also wouldn't ever make the person I say I love have to constantly guess where I stand with them."

 "Fair enough but Y/N that was you in the beginning of your relationship."

 "Nori that was almost 2 years ago. You grow up. I thought we were deeper than that and turns out I was the fucking fool. I was the one who got played."

 "But you know Lewis. You know how hard a real connection is for him. You understand him better than 90% of people. Y'all were the real thing, Nori pleaded.

 You sank deeper into the cushions fighting the sting on your eyes.

 "Bullshit. There was no connection."

 Sighing, you flung the keyboard aside after deciding on some fantasy series that would no doubt take your mind off of things.

 A few nights later, you capped your lipstick turn stood tall, assessing your outfit for the 3rd time. The short length of your moss green dress accentuated the gold and diamond thigh garter you wore while the deep plunge of the neckline showcased the jeweled breast harness. Both pieces of jewelry hugging you and amplifying your assets. It occurred to you then that you'd donned a style and color that you knew Lewis would like and you'd done it all unconsciously.

 A mixture of annoyance and sadness filled you. It had been 3 months since you'd ended things. 3 months since your argument. 3 months since your feelings erupted like a volcano while his laid as tepid as tap water. 3 months since he'd let you walk out of his hotel room in Monaco without so much as a step to stop you. 3 months since your relationship tipped to the checkbox of "it’s complicated" and 3 months you still couldn't get him off your mind. The hopelessness of the situation only pissed you off more.

 "Get a grip Y/N. He did this. You were 100. Fuck him. You're fine as fuck and any man would be lucky to have you. You don't need him!”

 Your notification went off and you grabbed your phone and went to check what was happening. Once you opened IG you saw what it was. Lewis had posted again. He looked like he was in some club with his shades on and throwing up peace signs with his friends. Fuck he looked good.

 "I sure want him though."

 Again, you tossed your phone rolling your eyes.

 By the time you and your friends rolled into the club it was well after midnight. You had a nice buzz going thanks to the few glasses of champagne you'd already had at home and on your way to the club. From the way the club was packed you guessed there was something else going on besides drinks, hot bodies and music.

 You made your way to one of the VIP areas and posted up waiting to get bottle service.

 "Please don't blackout tonight, Amdala pleaded into your ear.

 You shot her a shocked look, "Moi? Non ma belle amie. Je n'ai jamais. Je vais être sur mon meilleur comportement. (Me? No, my beautiful friend. I have never. I am going to be on my best behavior.)

 Her don't bullshit a bullshitter look was so on point you had to laugh.

 "I'm being serious," she countered.

 "Dala when have I ever been a sloppy drunk?"

 She nodded and gave you the only response she could, "Never."

 "Exactly."

 "But you’ve always been with 44 so it was safe to say you kept the sloppy drunk away for his reputation. Now there’s no 44 in sight."

 You sighed. Amdala was always pointing shit out in that blunt way of hers. You'd always suspected it was the French way to be so forward and while her words did have a bite most times you never took offense.

 "It's not just his reputation I have to be careful with ya’ know. My mother would scalp my ass if I dragged her precious last name through the mud."

 Amdala nodded fully understanding demanding mothers who were making names for them proving that not all billion-dollar net worth bosses wore trousers and ties, the best ones wore 8-inch stilettos, Dolce sunglasses and limited-edition Birkin. Your mothers were forces in their own right for decades, but their recent venture really catapulted them past anyone's reach. They'd teamed to revitalize and solidify F1's women's division. It was a move that many men objected to because like it's hard to helm a racing empire...right. Your mothers were proving they could rise to the occasion as well as stand tall longer than any badly aging man.

 "Maman (Mama) still giving you grief over yours and Lewis' break up?"

 You scoffed. Giving grief was an understatement. She was up in arms. She thought the world of Lewis and thought the two of you together spoke volumes and no one could dare come close. Sometimes you didn't know if she wanted you with him because of the PR heaven it afforded her or because he truly made you happy. Until he wasn't.

 "She is still insisting I fix things."

 "And will you?"

 "I didn't break anything I need to fix."

 Right on time, a waiter approached with your other friends and several bottles of expensive liquor, and you cheered, thanking them as they dropped them off. You quickly filled a glass needing to wash away the bad taste on your mouth from talking about the end of your 3-year relationship.

 "To the single life and truly feeling," you toasted.

 You, Amdala, Sade, Tanzie, and Chanel raised your glasses and cheered before knocking their drinks back. From then, the night passed in a blur of drinks, skin, and blinding lights. You drank, danced, and laughed like you had not one care in the world. You partied like you were in your prime and at your best and the whole time you felt like such a fraud. So, the only natural thing to do was drink some more to dull the feeling.

Out of nowhere from across the club you saw him, and everything stopped. He was sitting with his shades on surrounded by Miles, Daniel, and Andrew. His head was turned to your direction, but you had no way of knowing if he saw you too. The lights in the club didn't afford you many details of him but you knew from experience he was dressed to the nines in some high-end designer’s runway look that he put a spin on to call his own. You didn't doubt he looked good.

 Your mind went back to all the times you'd spent together at fashion shows pointing out things you both liked then made a game of it to see who could gift the other first. You'd even spend hours at home trying on outfits just to show them off to each other and strip them right back off to worship each other’s bodies.

 A pang of pain struck your heart and you quickly looked away. Grabbing the bottle before you, you took it to the head. You were still too sober for this. Peeking back over you saw a pretty and thin mahogany-skinned woman slip onto his lap. She laced her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. Kill Bill alarms went off and you had to fight every urge to storm over there and mark your property. The longer she lingered in his lap the truth spoke. A putrid acrid taste washed over your tastebuds and though it was a taste you’d experienced so infrequently; you knew what it was. Jealousy.  

 You were under no illusions that he'd been pining for you or celibate since you'd ended things. Yeah, he was in the middle of the season, but he wasn't a monk. He liked sex and it was something he did well. Why wouldn't he partake now that he could with anyone he wanted. You regretted that you hadn’t found a stallion to make you forget him yet.

 "If it isn't Y/N in the flesh and in the club without her chaperone."

 You looked up to the body standing in the lights glare making it impossible to make out their face. Squinting, you angled your head and smiled when you recognized Ruben’s face. Scoffing, you leaned back and crossed your legs.

"Ha, if it isn't Ruben Loftus-Cheek without his harem."

 He scoffed and shook his head. "Still a cheeky one I see."

 "Aww love that ain't ever gonna change. Can you handle it now?"

 Ruben looked you over as if he were really contemplating it. A few months ago, fresh off your breakup with Lewis he was there, and you'd had a nice night of flirting and canoodling until his, according to her, girlfriend pulled up causing a scene.

 "How's the girlfriend?"

 Ruben sat beside you bouncing his large soccer star knee against your thigh. You were sure it a move purposely done.

 "I told you; she wasn’t my girlfriend then and she isn't now. We'd broken up weeks before."

 You nodded and drank from the bottle again.

 "I really wish men would double check their statuses before approaching other women."

 "No need to double check when the words were exchanged. No need to stay somewhere you're not happy. Right?"

 You studied him. Though you'd kept your breakup relatively low, it had broken news, so it wasn’t farfetched to believe Ruben knew you were single right now.

 "I suppose."

 "So I get this off my chest now, he was an absolute fool to let you go. I never would have."

 His brown eyes were hypnotizing, and he knew it.

 "You know what they say, one man's trash."

 Ruben took your hand and lowered his lips to your knuckles, "You'll be my treasure."

 Damn did he spit some sexy game. Biting your bottom lip, you said fuck it. You lifted the champagne bottle to Ruben's lips then poured some into his mouth. As he tipped his head back to swallow you took a glance across the way and sure enough Lewis was watching with his shades lowered. An evil smirk split your face and you made a vow he'd regret being so cold with you by the time the night was done.

 Bottle after bottle popped and hour after hour Ruben remained by your side chatting and flirting up a storm. You wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good having the attention of someone who showed they wanted you. The difference with Ruben and Lewis was that Lewis was mainly private and liked to stay away from public declarations and or outward expressions of emotion unless you were alone. You chalked it up to him being so reserved and deeply emotional underneath everything and never pushed for him to change. You loved him the way he was. Ruben showed off the object of his affection. His motto was I work hard so I can love just as hard. Whenever you were with him you had no doubt he was feeling you. It was addicting.

 In the middle of a sensual Latin dance, Ruben pulled your chin to him sealing your lips together. Your first reaction was to pull way because it felt so foreign to kiss anyone but Lewis, but you didn't. You allowed him to kiss you, teasing your lips with his and getting familiar with them. He pulled you closer, flush against his body and you felt every lean and powerful muscle that a premier player from an FC molded daily. A soft moan escaped you and Ruben responded by placing his hand at the small of your back. The kiss continued and before long you were lacing your fingers behind his neck. Every sensation was new, his lips, his taste, the way he held you against him and the feelings bubbling in your stomach. It felt different and entirely wrong.

 Before you made the move to pull away, you were being pulled away first.

 "Look at the time. Gotta go!”

 Amdala bit held firmly to your arm and continued pulling you away while Ruben pleaded with you to exchange numbers or continue the night together. Amdala was not hearing it though, she didn't stop or entertain his suggestions she gathered all your friends and made for the exit.

 "What the fuck, Y/N! So much for not being a sloppy drunk."

 You groaned.

 "Did you see Lewis?"

 "Yes, and he saw you and I'm sure several people saw you and him and that show."

 "He doesn't care. He didn't stop me."

 That realization said you were definitely done. When you got home you showered needing to wash away the remnants if the night. As you rinsed off your skin and applied your overnight hair mask your thoughts drifted to the many times Lewis had done this for you. He loved pampering you making you feel like relaxed. Perhaps it came from the years of him needing the same. He was a great provider. One day he may even make a good father.

 Without even realizing it your hand had dropped to your breast and you were now tweaking your nipples. Just like that the memory played of the last time he'd showered with you. It was a memory for the books, a shower that did not accomplish its goal. You both ended up as dirty at the end as you were in the beginning.

 Your hand swung out and smacked the wall as your fingers swirled around your aching bud. A shiver rushed through you, and it took great effort to pull yourself together. Groaning, you angrily grabbed your towel and wrapped your body. On your way out you grabbed the waiting bottle of rum on the sink counter. Once in your bedroom, you opted out of completing your nighttime routine. Instead, you sunk into the 5000 thread count blankets that decorated the ultra-luxurious bed you’d had custom made to your sleeping style and preference. Whenever you left for trips, you hated leaving it because it meant every night's sleep would be restless.

 You lodged yourself against the headboard, then brought the bottle to your lips once more.

 "Mmm."

 The silence in the house was deafening. Grabbing your phone, you went over to Twitter to snoop. After seeing a dark and blurry picture, that you knew was of yourself, sitting with Ruben having him whispering in your ear you followed a trail of other pieces of footage and tons of speculation.

 "Y/N seems to have moved past F1 and has her eyes on Premier League now. Is that a step up or backward?"

 "Bruh, if it ain't Lewis its backward. L for her."

 "Let’s talks about how Lewis could dare let her go. She's been showing out for the last few months and even I see what he’s missing. L for Lewis."

 "I saw him in a club a few weeks ago and he definitely doesn’t look like he is sleeping well or eating well. Regrets hit you hard."

 "They just needa get back together. Can you imagine the babies? 🥺"

 "He can do better. He's Sir Lewis Hamilton. She can go on."

 "Ruben Loftus-Cheek is a snaaaack. Bout time he was with a black woman. They cute together."

 "See---no way I’m gonna be with a man who has only ever dated white women. It means I’m an experiment and not a preference. Hard pass."

 "Ruben ain’t got shit on Lewis. She needa cut the playing and go on home to that man. Ain’t no substitute for number 1 which is number 44."

 You caught view of how many people retweeted and liked it and down the list you saw a familiar handle. Springing up, your eyes bugged.

 "@LewisHamilton"

 You quirked your brow then shook your head in disbelief. Scoffing, you went down the hole and found other shady tweets he’d liked or retweeted like he was some incognito user. This was definitely not in character.

 15 minutes later, you were done with the rum and done with inhibitions. You found your phone and without needing to look you dialed him. It rang once, that's it. Once.

 "Little bunny."

 Your belly flipped hearing his nickname for you. It always flipped, every single time.

 "Still remember that name?"

 "That name still has an effect?"

 Arrogant ass, you thought.

 "We both know it never affected me as much as you. We both know whenever it came out your mouth you were hard seconds later."

 "Oh is that what you’re doing tonight? Sitting in that big comfy bed that is an exact replica of mine...sorry ours, thinking about me hard?"

 "I think we both know who is thinking about who tonight sir likes a lot," you replied in reference to his liking spree. You knew he’d catch on.

 A soft chuckle was your answer.

 "Yeah I thought so. I know you think of me. You think of my skin just reminiscing about how silky it feels against yours, under your fingers, how good it always smells, coconut, rose, and brown sugar. My lips, you drive yourself crazy thinking about how sweet they are, better than any wine. How they always bring you to your knees with the slightest lick, bite, touch. Then there’s my eyes and how hypnotizing they always were to seduce you in just seconds. My hands and how magical they were. I know you want me, Lewis. I know it as certain as I know no one but me will ever do for you. I’ve—ruined—you."

 The alcohol in your system was churning and really pushing you tonight.

 "And what about you little bunny? Do you think of me?"

 You literally bite your tongue for a few seconds hoping to stop yourself from answering truthfully.

 "Come on little bunny, you can tell me."

 "i think about your mouth a lot. I think about how you could never get enough of my pussy. I think about how you feasted on me for hours and still couldn’t get enough. I think about your thick fingers, God you had magic fingers. I miss you eating my pussy as you fucked me with those fingers before you gave me that beautiful, beautiful dick. Fuck, when you got into dom mode...nothing could compare. Uuugh, this pussy misses you as much as that dick misses me."

 When you took a beat, you realized your fingers were fast at work on a mission to get you off. The stretch if silence allowed you to hear the squelching echo around you. You were so wet, and you didn’t care if he heard. You wanted him to. This was the game after all. Lewis released a shudder, and you knew just what he was doing. A devilish smirk stretched across your face.

 "You miss this cock down your throat?"

 Your smile widened, you had him and he knew it too.

 "You know I do. My favorite thing to do is choke on it. Nothing better than not being able to breathe cause my throat is full of you. I love when you fuck my throat ‘till I can’t speak the next day then do it again like it’s my only remedy. Mmmm."

 Your fingers swirled faster and faster. You were so close. Lewis groaned in your ear and the deep baritone took you to another level of ecstasy. It was almost like he was right behind you and your fingers were his.

 "Tell me you want me, king."

 Silence. It stretched for so long you didn’t think he'd answer. Then after a minute or so, his voice ran through you in a reply that had the effect of a cock thrusting into you.

 "I want you little bunny. I want you so fucking much it hurts."

 The tension in his voice was so clear, it made it so tight, as if he were clenching his jaw through the entire sentence.

 “Let me hear how much you want me little bunny.”

 You shuddered again and let his voice do everything it has always done—take you away. You let out a moan that stretched so long you could feel the oxygen depleting from your lungs. You didn’t feel like you needed it though, it felt like all your body needed was him. You took a loud gulp of air as a shiver ran down your spine and curled in your gut. It was the telltale sign you were tipping the edge.

 “You wish this pussy was in front of you right now, don’t you? Wish you could bury your face between my legs.”

 Lewis grunted again then cursed on the next breath. You dipped two of your fingers inside your heat and hissed out, half in elation and half frustration. You wanted them to be his fingers.

 “This pussy is as tight as ever.”

 “Fuck,” Lewis grumbled, his own frustrations bubbling to the surface.

 You couldn’t help bit giggle. The power you felt was intoxicating.

 “That tight pussy always fit you like a glove. God!”

 A whimper escaped you, then a mewl and when your fingers sped and dipped deeper than before his name slipped out.

 “Oh, little bunny, you will forever be the death of me.  Do you understand how weak you make me, how utterly—open you have me all the time?”

 “Prove it. Cum with me king. I’m so fucking close and I’m not waiting.”

 With every plunge of your fingers, you crept closer and closer to complete combustion. Your shared panting and moans of pleasure was all that was uttered between you, both only focused on release. You sensed it was a release that both of you desperately needed, a release you both yearned for and hadn’t found since your last night together before everything went to hell.

 “Y/N,” Lewis grunted at the same time you screeched his name both of you finally getting sucked into the forcefield of pleasure that had only one goal—to cripple both of you.

The wave your rode took complete control sending your body into convulsions and making it next to impossible to catch a full breath. The intensity of your orgasm made your toes curl, eyes roll back in your head and your fingers involuntarily throwing up gang signs. Ever so slowly your body returned to the plush blankets covering your bed. Your skin was sensitive as was every part of your body.

 You could feel all the alcohol you’d had creeping up on you. Your exhaustion was becoming too much to stave off. As your breathing settled and you snuggled into the mattress you finally felt complete calm, complete satiation. A soft sigh fell from your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

 “I miss you Y/N, I miss you more than you know. So much I’m--incomplete.”

 His voice was so low compared to the pounding of your heart in your ears. It was so low, you almost missed it. Almost. Your eyes opened again, and you gazed into your ceiling. He sounded just as he’d admitted—open. He sounded completely unlike how he had three months ago. Your throat tightened with the knot of emotion you knew came before your tears and you clenched your jaw. No, you wouldn’t let him do this again. The hurt was too deep this time.

 “And yet, you chose to break my heart and let me go. Goodbye, Lewis. Thanks for the orgasm.”

 You ended the call and laid ever so still in the darkness of your room until your exhaustion won and took you to a place of dreams and fantasies. It was enough for tonight.

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[irlcats-bracket]

FORMS ARE CLOSED

wow jeez that was a long time. i am typing this a little earlier because phone keyboards are evil and I'll probs be a bit busy but rn i have 682 submissions (haha lizards)

i did not expect this bracket to get big. i thought i will have like a hundred submissions will choose some funny cats and have a classic 64 bracket. well i got somewhere around 250 subs in one day. and as i’ve been reading your descriptions of your cats in the first hours i realized just how important they are to you. i can’t leave any cat out. 

THEREFORE

ALL REAL CATS (sorry milton i don’t have proof that you existed) WILL ENTER THE BRACKET

yes all 600+. some of you guessed this already but i had to ignore you all

here’s how this will work. right now i am going through cat submissions. i write down every cat. i check every link. i work on descriptions

by work btw i mean that i edit “I” and “my” to “submitter” and “their”. it feels wrong to cut out anything you wanted to say about your cats. which btw means that there will be mentions of cats that already has died and the description will explicitly say that they did. they will be tagged with de/ath ment tw

of course i take more liberty with famous cats. and also any cat submitted more than once cuz just because i allowed it doesn’t mean i won’t be poking fun at it

 this is all done for two reasons. first, i will have the cats easily accessible and that will allow me to make polls faster. second, i will get the exact number of cats and they all will get their own number.

after i will have that exact number i will start making polls. we will have 16 brackets with approximately 32 cats each. there will have to be 3-ways in the first rounds that i will evenly distribute between all the brackets. basically we will just have 16 small tournaments separately

AND THEN i will take all the winners and put them in the final, seventeenth bracket. 

which cat will go in which bracket will be decided by a number generator so that the cats that has been entered the first day and literally today will have equal chances to get shown earlier. because that’s still the main point. show cats look at cats

please remember that harrassing others is not the way to go. if i catch you doing that i’ll ban you

[tangyswriterstudio]

duty

order; angst oneshot. >malleus x guard, stoic reader<

note; had this idea a couple days ago and now I'm writing this while doing homework🥲

This is not edited.

tw. mentions of malleus killing himself, implied death i think thats it

This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to be able to tell Malleus how you felt for the past century. So, why were you holding your own sword against your neck?

>earlier<

The screams and shouts of students were tuned out as you only focused on one thing; keeping Malleus safe. How could a Diasomnia student turn their backs on the school and wreak havoc?!

"f/n, I am perfectly capable of defending myself." spoke the horned man.

Letting out a sigh, you replied with, "I am your guard and I will fulfil my duty." he only sighed in response.

The clicks of a students shoes could be heard as you pushed Malleus besides you, keeping him at a half arms distance.

"Well if it isn't the person I started this chaos for, Malleus Draconia. You know, my signature spell can make anyone do what I command. And as much as I would love to just make you kill yourself." bellowed such student.

You tensed keeping an eye on Malleus as he smiled creepily at you.

"That wouldn't be fun, so how abut I go for your dutiful little guard?" as he started lifting his hand towards you and casting his spell.

Before long, you could feel your body lose control. This wasn't quite like Ruggie's or Jamil's spell, you were fully conscious yet you weren't mimicking his actions. And again he spoke up.

"Now, I command you to kill your beloved master." the student laughed with an evil grin.

Malleus's eyes widened in shock.

And so did yours as you felt yourself slowly taking out the sword on your side while taking small steps, you gave Malleus a look saying,

"Get out of here!" you weren't sure if he'd go due to his stubborn nature.

Soon your blade was close to touching Malleus's neck as he stayed still. But before you were about to slice his neck, you could feel your body wavering.

"C'mon get it done with!" The student yelled with impatience lacing his voice.

You couldn't, you just couldn't kill Malleus.

So you fought against the spell and bought your sword to your neck.

Malleus and the student and anyone still unlucky to be there looked shocked.

"Mal, it.. was truly an honour serving you for the past century. Though.. it seems my duty has come to an end..."

You flashed him a smile for the first and last time.

Everything turned dark. And you could hear Malleus and students yelling for help and eventually hearing Lilias alarmed voice.

But you don't need to worry about that, after all. You have fulfilled your duty as a guard.

note; jeez that sucked, sorry if there wasn't as much romance you wanted😢

[ladysomething]

Hii!

Thank you so much for the last update, it was again amazing!!!

I saw that you thought the next update would be in a fortnight what made me wonder. How many hours do you spend writing in a week? How long does it take to write a chapter?

I have thought about writing some fic myself too, but honestly I just don’t have time for it. Since I have too many other hobbies hahahaha.

Once again thank you for all your time and effort for this wonderful story that I (and I think so many others) can’t get enough of!

oh jeez. too many. way too many.

I was telling somebody the other day that it's getting really out of hand, too, because I find time to write just whenever I can, and that has meant some really weird places. the two worst I listed were at a GP (yikes) and also as hospital lmao. sitting in amongst all the chemo patients, sitting in my big lounge chair, kicking my feet and writing my freaky smut lol. (also bc I know that sounds bad - no, I'm not sick, I just participate in a drug trial).

I spend probably ... fuck. I don't know. maybe 20-30 hours a week working on wygig? including editing, talking to @saiyanwitcher about upcoming plot points, answering asks, and, of course writing. honestly, it might even be more hours than that. it's a lot.

and I totalllyyyyy get that. this is probably going to sound insane but I've actually sacrificed a lot of other stuff in my effort to spend as much time on this fic as I need to. which I do so willingly - nobody made me do it - but yeah. I've neglected a lot of other stuff for this fic lol.

I try to stack stuff now so that I can make time for everything - like I said, I write in weird places, but I also usually watch F1 while I write. I haven't watched a TV show in months, and only like 5 movies. I can't concentrate on both, and I don't have enough free time to watch and write separately lmao.

[istherewifiinhell]

well here we go folks

[ID: Close on 80s comic Megatron, black helm, large yellow optics. his excessive diaglogue: Indeed, Ravage. We have lived peacefully with the Autobots for eons slowly secretly gathering our strength and pursuing our technology, now we shall strike at those who have brought the stagnation of peace and plenty to cybertron. They shall learn the way of conflict... The way of war... The way of Megatron. END]

oh boy.... marvel transformers no. 1 (or 1-2 in tfuk...) published 1984.

normally id put my credits ABOVE the cut... but um...

plot: Bill Mantlo script: Ralph Macchio pencils: Frank Springer inks: Kim Demulder lettering: Michael Higgins, Rick Parker colour: Nelson Yomtov editor: Bob Buduansky EiC: jim shooter digital re-master by digikore studios limited. collection edits by Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon. editorial notes and assistance by Mark. W. Bellomo

jeez.... it takes a fucking village i guess. if youve seen my previous comics blogging, you might know digital remasters arent my fav... but. the amount of READING. in tiny tiny text. in this childrens toy comic. have any of u seen ennervated used in a comic before?? and speaking of reading...

[Caption box: But the Decepticons were fresh, fully fueled for the battle... the word fueled written strangely. END]

does. does that say fubleo?

[ID: 1. same captioned from the uk printing, saying fueled with two L's. 2. from an older US printing, much lower res and smudged, but the E and D still look correct with the rest of the type used. END]

So ADDING text errors. thats a new one.

anyway i couldnt begin to nor would i subject you to a comprehensive summary post. robot shit happens. the comic script seems to be fully printed into the book, even tho... surely the pictures are communicating... some of it. anyway. what are we here for.

[ID: Panel of Megatron walking towards the camera, menacing, canon raised saying "Strike! Strike! With all the might at our command! Death to the autobots and the decay they stand for!" END]

why he kinda...

[ID: Small drawing of Optimus walking, in a awkward maybe hurried way. END]

bigfooting it up here.

[ID: 1. small drawing with huffer doing repairs, hes faced away with his butt kind of popped out. 2. cartoon huffer drawn with really curvy portions at the chest and hips. END]

im not sure why 'huffer baby girl' is a thing but. you know. two nickles

[ID: Starscream and Thundercracker talking in jet mode. S: I told Megatron this frontal assault tactic he's so fond of is foolish, Thundercracker. Guile and stealth are far more effective than missiles in he long run. T: We have to follow Megatron's way, Starscream, It's been successful up to now. I don't think we should openly defy him as you've been known to do. END]

well least thats still the same

[ID: Tall narrow panel of a castle thats more gothic than scifi. "Meanwhile, inside the foreboding Castle Decepticon that was home to Megatron" END]

SORRY? he was just? draculaing it up on cybertron?? okay.

[ID: Panel showing a young man, buster, looking under Bumblebee's hood. Caption box: And. Not far away... Buster's thinking "The noises coming from this car are really weird! Almost like… Crying! It's been badly damaged-- leaking something that looks like… but isn't… oil!" END]

BUMBLEBEE CRYING??? HELLO??? what are you doing to my boy. (also yes. its not spike the ambiguously aged tradesman teen, son of a mechanic... but, Buster, bookish nerd who's father is disappointed in him reading to much trying to get a scholarship... [Chanel boots voice] okay... i see your foppish intellectualism and pink shirt buster.

finally. finally. IS THERE A SCRIPT DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE. fellas. this is not how a comic layout goes

[ID: Panel of Megatron in front of his assembled troops asking "... Are well all account for on this brave new world?" The panel is absolutely crammed with text, as all NINE of them sound off with a whole unnaturally phrased character bio paragraph, and Megatron concludes. END]

Im not sure that was.... the best way to do that.... but okay

[ID: Panel of Optimus and his Autobots just kinda standing around very 3/4 model sheet style, as Optimus says "Now let me insure that our people have each survived intact," followed by SEVEN autobot intros. END]

guys...... this is painful. WHAT is ironhide gonna do with his liquids?!?! what are bumblebees LITTLE LEVERS? altho... cute that he likes to swim?? at least there was less of them then the--

OH NO

[ID: A full PAGE of 10 additional autobot intros. END]

Head in hands.... why............... are they getting weirder as it goes or, am i just in increasing amounts of pain?

OKAY. thats post theres no more editorial beyond this point. but.... ocr'd these so..... if anyone is crazy enough want to peruse these ENTIRE BIOS. but needs some plaintext aid... (and re/unfixing the remaster errors lol) this ones for you. dont start of frenzy and rumble.....

Skywarp's up for raiding sir. And my teleportational power'll pop me right into their midst to make mischief. As ever, your cause is Thundercracker's great Megatron. Our land-bound enemy will be picked off at will as I soar over them, striking with rockets and sonic booms. As the fastest most maneuverable of Decepticon jet flyers, I, Starscream, shall continue to accumulate Autobot body-counts that enhance the reputation of our leader. Can the speeches, huh, Star? Rumble's back in town and I'm gonna shake the place up with some low frequency ground-waves. You hit em from up top and I'll do the job down here. And I, Frenzy, will shatter our opponents' equilibrium,using high- pitched soundwaves. I will not cease until every Autobot is slain, and you, Soundwave? I will monitor transmissions and read Autobot electrical impulses to learn their plans even my photographic memory serves as a defensive weapon. Does even that compare with Ravages power to slip undetected anywhere? And my own monitoring devices in my nose module allow me to smell, hear and detect electromagnetic radiation beyond that of any decepticon It all pales next to the artistry of Buzzsaw. I can pinpoint a hexnut at twenty miles with my optical sensors. And my beak has carved many an Autobot warrior into a masterpiece of scrap metal. Just leave some for Laserbeak, comrades allow me a few struggling survivors of our battle and I'm certain till pry some useful information from them with my optical lasers… Even if they die in the telling. Come. Our time to strike is later. The ship's brain has placed into our circuits the knowledge that this world possesses enormous untapped fuel resources resources we can exploit in our struggle against the Autobots.

Ironhide's ready to roll, Optimus, I may be old and ornery, but my steel-alloy skin hasn't been dented yet in battle. And I've got a bunch of new liquids I want to test out in my water gun, yessiree. Oh, I say we leave right now and forget about traipsing after the stupid decepticons, I'll use my stress testing sensors and mathematical skill to rebuild the ark and get us back to Cybertron where we belong. C'mon, Huffer, get with it! I only require a drop of fuel to run, so I'm going to explore this whole planet- especially since The Ark said so much of it is water, and Bumblebee's little levers love a good swim. Well, Sunstreaker isn't leaving until the rest of this world gets a look at the sleekest Autobot in the bunch. And if any Decepticon dares to mess with the finish-- he'll get two ground-to-air missiles stuffed where he won't want them. If you were as fast as Cliffjumper is, Sunstreaker, you wouldn't worry about your finish, and while I'm dodging fire my "Glass gas" can make any Decepticon brittle as ice. Hun, Brawn don't need any gas to rip things up, nobody's stronger'n me. One punch and yer buildin'-- or decepticon--goes bye bye. Sideswipe's right up there with you, Brawn, because I use my arms as Piledrivers. I admit, it's a little rash to rush headlong at Decepticon fortifications, but not one of them's stopped me yet.

Frankly, I'd rather be elsewhere hunting turbofoxes than with you roughnecks, but, while we're here, my electro-disrupter is charged up. It not only interferes with decepticon circuitry, it also makes me appear to be where I'm not that's why I'm called Mirage. Nice to hear how you got your name, Mirage. Now, I got mine, Bluestreak by being as fast as a blue streak.. Whatever that is. Some wise guys even said I talk a blue streak--whatever that is. Anyway, here I am. Listening to you, Bluestreak, taxes even the endless patience of Prowl. I have little to say, but my logic center dictates the most advantageous course of action in any situation. Well, that is neat-o, Prowl. But me, Jazz, I'd like to just cruise around and take in the sights. And if I've got to fight well my photon rifle and overhead flamethrowers can make things hot for the big nasties. You burn them, Jazz, but let Hound sniff, them out for you. My infra-red radiation collector makes me the best tracker on or off cybertron, and if I ever get lost, my hologram gun projects terrain maps to get me back on track. Just let Windcharger zoom ahead and scrap a Decept between my magnetic arms. I'll take in this planet's scenery later. The only thing Gears wants to learn about this planet is how to get off it. I hate this place already, I just know you're going to use me as a mobile transport unit again once we have to set up. Nuts. Let's go home Well, at least you don't have to patch Autobots up like old Ratchet does, when one of us busts himself up playing hero, but I've got the tools to fix anything-- even though I'd rather be partying than tinkering. And Wheeljack is the guy you've had to patch up most. I can't help it. I love to mess with gadgets -- especially our weaponry, like my shoulder cannons. I try to be careful, but sometimes it doesn't work. Thanks for being around, Ratchet, old buddy. I don't know how many times I, Trailbreaker had to use my force-field projector and hide behind my own barrier when you're experimenting with those shrapnel shells. You're worse than a wild Decepticon, Wheeljack.