#green eyed egoists

[gayestclarinet]

Non-name ship names for bllk

Isabachi missing monsters

Rinsagi green eyed egoists

Isabarou egoist dads

Ryusae demon's home

Kunigiri (post wild card) anti-princess

Kunigiri (pre wild card) shining beauty

Reonagi schoolyard treasures

Isagiri princess egoist

Kaisagi caged taunters

Kainess rose dog

Let me know you think and please add your own

[buurnt-toast]

It finally happened. Takaritsu cameo

Rittie ily!!!!!!

[bwambiee]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏’ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃

❤︎ — isagi yoichi x f! reader ꒰ nsfw ﾉ fem! reader ﾉprofanity ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ face-sitting ﾉ fingerin’ ﾉ oral sex (fem received) ﾉ spitting ﾉ mentions of oral sex (male received) ﾉ lots of nicknames <3 (slut is one of em’! lil’ warnin’) ﾉ slight dumbification ﾉ mocking <3 ﾉ wc (2.5k). ꒱

NOTHING GIVES ISAGI MORE DOPAMINE THAN THE HIGH OF SHOOTING A GOAL DURING A GAME.

the only exception would obviously be you, and your pretty eyes and pink lips smiling like a daisy when he wins the match. his face brightens up into a big grin like a kid getting ice cream on a sunny day, growing bashful when he sees you run into his arms and giving him a big hug, ignoring the sweat he’s dripping off and the glances you two get. of course, isagi sneakily hides the coy smile he has on his face by burying it in the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent as he twirls you around and lifts you up effortlessly like a princess while his teammates all look at him with jealous, beady eyes.

his teammates were filled with the evil green-eyed monster of jealousy because isagi was such a lucky bastard for having such a pretty girlfriend. someone who runs up to him with the prettiest smile, small hands pawing at his chest, perfectly manicured nails grazing against the tautness of his bicep as she nuzzles into his neck so that she can whisper praises about how much of a star he is.

but after those sweet little praises that make his heart swell with happiness, you start to whisper challenges, trying to rile him up to prolong the high he’d procured from winning the match. oh sweet girl, you're challenging him? the pride and joy of blue lock, who’s never one to back down from a challenge? he can’t help but let his signature smirk form, canines peeking out when she traces his jawline and mutters about how she’d love to see a supercilious egoist on his knees.

your little tease is fleeting of course, like the flap of a butterfly’s wings as you switch gears and go back to showing off that sweet smile of yours that mirrors the sweetness of the cherry lollipop you were sucking on earlier.

“awh c’mon doll face you don’t have to pretend that you don’t want it don’t you? if you want me on my knees then let’s make it happen. better yet,” his teeth grazes the shell of your ear, trailing down to the pulse of your neck as he whispers, careful to not let his teammates hear his sin-coated words, “i’ll let you ride my tongue so I can see what that pussy looks like from heaven.”

it gives him a big rush of pride when he thinks about what he can do with you behind closed doors, holding onto the underside of your thighs when he twirls you around again and your pretty little mini skirt billows and ripples with every twirl, almost teasingly giving his teammates a tiny little peek of the baby blue panties you’re wearing just for him.

shit sweetheart, don’t you know you’re killin’ him here? it all fed his devilish ego so good especially since he knows he’s the only one who gets to bury himself between your legs, your sweet moans echoing in the air like a hymn as he laps at your pussy like a dog in heat, trying to push you closer to his face, bambi eyes filled with tears of overstimulation and it gives him such a rush because where was that confidence from earlier?

so forgive him for being rough with you, guiding you through his apartment door and hastily locking it, shoving you into his room as you two can barely get a word in, hushed whispers and moans as you two kiss messily, large hands urgently pushing you against the light blue duvet of his mattress and smooths a pathway to the hem of your skirt, calloused fingers leaving featherlight touches against the backs of your thighs so he can grip the plush flesh of your ass.

“sit on my face, c’mon,” he urges, smacking your ass lightly as his hands move to the back of your thighs to gently push you to his awaiting mouth. you feel your breath get caught in your throat when you see how serious he’s being right now. it was simply just a joke! at least… it had started out that way. was her bashful yoichi really demanding her to sit on his face right now?

“you’re a little too eager for this y’know? don’ wanna hurt you,” you whisper shakily, voice soft as silk when you hesitantly sink down onto Isagi’s mouth and his face breaks out into a boyish grin. “ ‘ichi!” you cry out, body jerking in surprise as you hold onto the headboard for support when his tongue darts out to lap up your dripping honey.

“princess sounds so pretty when I eat her pretty pussy.” he spits, spreading his saliva on your swollen pearl, pushing it into your core shamelessly while smacking your hip with a low growl, unsatisfied that all of your weight isn’t on his face yet. he manages to get you to place all of your weight down, smothered under your pussy with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he eats you out more frantically, practically using the same energy he has on the field but instead of scoring a goal, he was determined to taste your blissful arousal after weeks of endless training.

“wait yoichi… f-fuck,” you whimper out, thighs shaking as you struggle to hold your balance, knees pressed into the mattress while holding onto the headboard for dear life as you desperately try to keep yourself still. but it was so hard. so, so hard to not bounce down onto the tongue that was assaulting your core so relentlessly. “o-oh…nnh—! so good ‘ichi!”

he starts to pant loudly when he hears the oh, so wonderful little whines he adores so much, telling you that you taste like bliss, that soccer hasn’t got shit on this cute little pussy of hers. it was all just too much for you, heart jumping in adoration at the praises, voice drawled out in a sweet, pitchy mewl as you try hard not to grind back against his tongue.

he lets his hands wander up from your thighs so he can cup your tits, soft, perfect globes that fit into his hand like the last piece of a puzzle, working quickly to push up your soft cashmere top, the one that’s baby pink and shows off your dainty shoulders and defined collarbones. fuuck he loves this top, loves the bra you chose to wear today since it’s easy to push up so that he can feel your nipples pebble into his hand. he can’t help but groan into your pussy, briefly pushing you up so that he can talk to you as he feels you, cupping the heavy mounds, thumb rolling over your buds as he worships you.

“fucking perfect,” he whispers into your thigh and you whine slightly when you feel his other hand trailing closer to the comforting warmth of your centre. “you need somethin’ from me baby?”

“fingers—your fingers please ‘ichi!” you whispers tearfully. you want it, you want him.

he chuckles, the deep, rich sound that makes your toes curl so delightfully as you feel the vibrations on his chest. “i’ll give it you… oh ‘m gonna fuckin’ give it to you.”

you’ve never have nodded so fast in your life. yesyesyesyes that’s exactly what you want, to have isagi give you everything he has to offer while you helplessly paw at his headboard.

you honestly don’t know why you’re this desperate. despite initially refusing his offer to sit on his face even though you had teased the idea into his head, you didn’t think he’d actually go through with it! now here you are writhing in ecstasy from his tongue as his nose nudges your clit, hips wiggling slightly as you want your boyfriend to have unrestricted access to your aching cunt, to want him to bring you to absolute completion right on his face.

rough hands pet your pretty pussy, thumb rubbing the sensitive pearl and already the heat of his large palm has you gasping for air from the sheer thought of his fingers and tongue working inside you in tandem. his hands work like he wants to claim ownership, hungry and greedy to already stake some sort of claim on your body and it turns you on even more. to be desired this much, oh it makes your heart weep.

“what a little slut,” he hums the dirty words against your thigh again, “begging for my fingers and actin’ all innocent in front of my teammates earlier.” he knows what she was doing when she teased him, he’s immune to her little innocent act when she shyly tells him she was joking when he knows she wanted it more than him.

you’re, oh so sensitive and he works slow, his hands are careful and precise as he works you up rubbing and tracing your slit softly and he hears the soft sigh parting from your lips when he lets his index finger move to part your delicate petals, just barely slipping inside and it’s just too much.

his finger thrusts slowly and you’re thankful for that, giving you time to adjust to the familiar feeling but it’s been forever since he last fingered you. his finger was much longer and thicker than your own, your warm wet walls sucking him in right up to his knuckle and he grunts.

“y’re so fuckin’ responsive… must’ve wanted me real bad, hm?”

a whine gets caught in your throat as he moves his finger inside of you, curling it at just the right angle and ohh—there’s that spot, the one you always have trouble finding yourself. you moan involuntarily as he massages your velvety walls, fingers fucking you open in the dim light of his bedroom as he whispers sweet praises. he thumbs at your clit once more and his finger starts to pick up the pace, cunt clenching around his digit and you feel like you’re stuck in a euphoric high.

“can you handle one more pretty? hm? can my princess take another one?”

was that even a question? she doesn’t even process his words but she’s nodding as he doesn’t even bother to give her a warning, his middle finger being tucked away into the confines of your wet walls. once there’s two of his digits in you it’s all over, finger fucking you with harsh thrusts as he gives you everything. all of this pleasure was for you, and only you.

“I feel— huuagh! n-no ‘ichi! wanna cum from your tongue! wanna do it on your face!”

you sob helplessly as your senses short circuit, one hand is working your tits while the other finger fucks you into the stars. isagi is quick to oblige though as he pulls his fingers out, quickly grabbing the delicious curve of your ass so he can push you to his mouth again. the orgasm forming up your spine and spilling all the way down to your tummy was about to unravel, and it was coming fast if he continues his sweet bullying of fucking you open with his tongue, messy slurps and moaning coming from below you as he your warm, velvety walls pulse around his tongue, greedily suckling and slurping your pussy like a man starved for your attention and he wasn’t going to stop until you give it to him. do it pretty, cum all over his face.

“h-haah— yoichi ‘m gonna cuum! g-gonna cum ‘ichiii!”

brainless babbles are pulled from your lips as you wail out to him, voice akin to a siren who’s luring him to his sweet demise because that’s what you are to him, captivating his very being. pretty girl can’t you see you’ve ruined him? tore him apart and stole his heart right out of his chest while he digs tiny moons into your thighs, working his tongue in and out of your drooling cunt as your sweet cream trickles down to his face, soaking the ruby red of his jersey when you buck and thrash against his tongue, a white-hot heat spreading throughout your body that leaves you breathless.

“ ‘g-gonna cum ‘ichiii’, fuckin’ do it then angel. look so pretty goin’ dumb from my tongue.”

you can feel his lips form a lazy grin when he mocks your mewls, hearing how much of a wreck you are right now. a writhing, moaning, shaking wreck that you don’t even need to look at his face to see how arrogant he is right now. cockiness oozes from his body as broad shoulders bounce, clearly laughing at the fact that if he wasn’t holding your entire body with his mouth, you’d have toppled over by now.

“see the score baby? it’s 3-1, you helped me score that goal jus’ as much as hiori did. pussy’s the real mvp here—she’s my good luck charm.”

a small shaky huff escapes from your lips from the playfulness he’s exuding to you, little tremors racking your body as your boyfriend finally eases you off of his mouth, a thin string of your slick connecting your sensitive cunt to his tongue like a string of fate. see? even your pussy was missing him.

he can’t help but offer you a lopsided smile, licking off the remnants of your cream from his lips with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen from him, not once breaking eye contact with your glassy ones.

fuuck now it’s his turn now.

“nngh… wan’ it yoichi. wan’ you inside really badly…!”

“yeah? wan’ my cock sweet thing? wan’ me to fuck you dumb ‘n make your pretty little head think of my cock?”

he’s condescending, the way his low, saccharine voice mocks your babyish babbles, hazy doe eyes staring up at him with such want that he can’t help but indulge in your request. but he’s not gonna give it to you so easily. you’ve been spoiled rotten so it’s high time you go and do some work for a change.

that’s what good girls do.

so with a swift tug he frees his cock from the confines of his shorts, holding his heavy cock in his hand as he uses his thumb to spread the pre-cum oozing from the flushed tip and tightens his fist around the base and pumps himself a few times. he looks at you with a narrowed gaze, piercing baby blues look into your teary eyes as his lips curl up into a grin, sitting up on his knees while you obediently position yourself onto all fours, moving your head to his groin and nuzzle his cock, no words or commands needed.

“look at you—so eager for your boyfriend’s dick. you ready to make a mess all over me? bet having my cock in your mouth is gonna taste better than any of those fucking cherry lollipops you always suck on.”

[rhineposting]

hey what are your thoughs about hmm scolippi JJBA that guy from part five. oh and diavolo bento aureo. uh huh wait since you asked for asks about women and wifes wow what if scolippi part 5 and diavolo golden wind were women and they-

GIRL COME ON

I'M TRYING TO MAKE A POINT HERE AND YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE!!

Okay no but seriously.

Scolippi. Scolippi. Scoliosis, even.

He's such a beautiful yet tragic character, and he ties into JJBA's themes of fate and fighting against it so wonderfully. Even on his own, he's great.

He's a simple man, living in an unfair world full of power craving lunatics and egoists that were granted unimaginable power, while he is stuck with a curse that forces him into the position of being many people's guide to the afterlife ever since he was a child.

Yet, despite being put at a disadvantage from the start, he still does his best to be kind and to not harm others around him, using his ability solely for helping vulnerable people find peace - and to grant them the opportunity to defy Fate through choosing to go on their own terms.

Even after being beaten up, shot twice and held at gunpoint, he still offered his kindness to the two people that were actively antagonizing him at that moment. Even while he lied on the ground bleeding, he still prayed for their well-being and for their misery to not be pointless.

He's all things considered, a Saint.

I also like how his arc is a direct tie to the main antagonist of part 6 - Pucci.

They both had girls who were important to them, who both took their life due to circumstances they had little to no control over and they both seek peace above all else. Peace with what is to come.

While Pucci forces that peace, coupled with the burden of knowledge upon everyone in the whole universe, Scolippi simply offers a choice over their own life against cruel circumstances.

Pucci is also a priest, while Scolippi has elements alluding to Jesus all over him - which makes me think of the difference between institutionalised religion and the actual fundaments of said faith removed from a power hierarchy and alike of the Church.

Wherever Scolippi was after Part 5, I hope life turned out well for him.

Unless we go with the assumption that he was related to...

A certain other, purple haired and green eyed man with a Stand whose ability just so happens to directly mirror his own.

In that case, Scolippi just took L after L, it seems.

As for the OTHER GUY

I FUCKING HATE HIM!!! I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH HE RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE!!!!

GETTING INVESTED IN HIM AS A CHARACTER COMPLETELY CHANGED ME AS A PERSON AND I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO UNDO THAT NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIME PASSES!!!!!

I HATE THAT THROUGH THIS PINK RACCOON LOOKING THING I MET YOU - THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME, AS WELL AS OUR OTHER FRIENDS WHO I CHERISH JUST AS MUCH TOO!!

I HATE THAT I OWE SO MUCH OF THE CURRENT HAPPINESS IN MY LIFE TO THIS FICTIONAL MAN WHO CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO PUT ON A REAL SHIRT FOR HIS DEBUT!!!

I HATE THAT MEETING HIM FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGED ME AS AN ARTIST AND CREATOR AND THAT I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO RETURN TO BLISSFUL IGNORANCE THAT COMES WITH MEDIA ILLITERACY!!!! I WILL FOREVER BE CRITICAL OF ANYTHING I CONSUME BECAUSE OF HIM!!!

AND IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT TOO!!!! I WASN'T EVEN THAT INVESTED IN HIM UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG AND PUT A BUNCH OF PINK , GREEN DOTTED WORMS IN MY BRAIN!!!! I HATE YOU TOO!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!

but omg what if he and scolippi were in fact women.

Hm.

idk I don't think we'd get some huge AU out of it with them as the main cast

where the two of them are in love and silly and married

and where they have a cute bunny baby

yeah no that definitely wouldn't happen. never.

why do you ask.

[meirathinks]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

Part II.  Egoist

suguru geto x reader

You find out that committing marriage fraud isn’t as easy as it seems + a government worker is onto you.

Warnings: Some religious imagery but it’s nothing crazy (look guys i thought it would be funny to compare geto to jesus i’m sorry), marriage fraud, Geto being terrible (again!)

Whats up! Updates will not usually be this fast but this was originally apart of Ch 1 before I decided it was too long lmao, this isn’t my favourite part of the story but I need to introduce the antagonist sigh. Stay safe everyone! :)

Series Masterlist  |  Part I.  |  Part III.

You've come to notice that Suguru fits the stereotype of a celebrity rather than editor-in-chief. His earrings are far from business casual, his demeanour is intimidating (and borderline narcissistic) and his lifestyle is one of comfort and indulgence.

In a way, Geto was not like everyone else.

He was worse.

Your boss (or was he your husband now?) expected the world to bend for him. He thought of himself as the exception to all flaws natural to humans. Suguru wanted to be the primadonna, the prophet and the deity all at once. You’d go as far to say that he wanted to watch the world sip the wine that was his blood, and eat the bread that was his flesh. 

His ego was impossible to work with. 

"Wait, Mr. Geto—"

"Suguru," He corrected

"Suguru, is this really a good idea?"

"Of course it is, I came up with it."

You grabbed his arm, stopping him at the door of the Immigration Office. The way his eyes darted to yours was a reminder of his impatience. The moment of physical content was uncomfortable, it was anything but fleeting. You gripped his arm tighter, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

He looked at you in disbelief, a reminder of where you fell in his life. Geto was annoyed more than anything, your constant hesitation irked him.

"Just follow my lead it can't be that bad."

You laughed at his attempt to downplay the situation. He makes no effort to remove your hand from his arm as he pushes the doors open. You let go yourself.

The Immigration Office was, to put it simply, critically underfunded. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, the building was eerily similar to a jail cell in colour. But, the place itself was large. Four lines of evidently irritated people sprawled from the back of the room to the doors where entered. You walked and took your spot at the back of the nearest line.

Geto walked past you, unconcerned about the scene he was causing.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Geto snorted at your surprise and continued to walk to the front of the line, "It's not like these people care."

Yes, they did. In fact, a litany of curse words were thrown at him as he jumped in front of a man to reach the clerk's desk. Like always, Suguru did not care. Having no choice but to follow, you caught up to him. 

The clerk, a frail woman, looked up at him with disdain. Geto started, "Hi, I'm going to need you to file a fiancé visa."

The woman eyed him, "Name?"

"Suguru Geto."

"Come with me." She sighed.

He turned to you as the both of you followed the woman’s lead, Suguru fakes a pout, “Was that so hard.”

You can only roll your eyes while entering one of the back rooms. You were greeted with an oak desk, one similar to yours. The place was drab, the two foldable chairs placed in front of the desk looked like they would collapse at any given moment, you sat nonetheless. The green hue of the office only accentuated the stuffiness of the place.

“He’ll be here in a moment.”

The woman left before you could ask who ‘he’ was. Geto moves to sit beside you and pretends to look around the room. He clears his throat; you sigh. The both of you are eerily aware of the fact that you aren’t used to the other’s presence outside of the office. The realization only magnifies the dread that made itself home in between your lungs. 

The door opened to a pink-haired man in a muscle shirt. His stare was a cross between intimidating and egotistical. Tattoos ran up his muscular arms, though the black rings around each of his wrists stood out the most. 

“Name’s Sukuna.” The man grunts, low and unbothered. 

“Just Sukuna?” You asked

(He ignored you.)

“You must be Suguru! I’ve heard good things about you.” Geto hummed at the compliment, electing to ignore the question of how Sukuna had heard anything about him in the first place. 

The pink-haired man moves behind his cluttered desk and pulls his chair out, for several moments all that could be heard was the ear-splitting scratch of the chair dragging across the linoleum floor and the buzzing of the overhead lights. 

Sukuna finally sits with an awkward thump, he leans back and rests his feet on the desk, knocking several files onto the floor, you pick them up and place them neatly onto the corner of the desk.

“Thanks, Sweetheart” Suguru clenches his teeth at Sukuna’s comment. 

Like a good husband, you think.

“Okay!” Sukuna claps his hands together, “Today’s been busy so I’ll keep my questions to a minimum.”

“Of course,” Geto responded.

The man in front of you looks irritated as he eyes Suguru, “So— are the both of you committing marriage fraud to avoid Suguru’s deportation so he can keep his position as editor-in-chief at Jujutsu Publishing?”

Geto laughed, he placed his hand above your knee, “Absolutely not. Though— I have to ask, where did you get that information?”

“We got a phone call from a certain—”

Geto interjected, “Would it be a man named Gakuganji by any chance?”

Sukuna’s face fell, his eyes stared daggers at Suguru, his voice dropped to a whisper, “If you know the answer to a question, don’t waste my time by asking.”

Geto clenched the hand that wasn’t on your thigh into a fist. You cleared your throat, “It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that.”

“It’s absurd,” Geto added.

Sukuna laughed; it was nothing like Geto’s smooth chuckles or annoyed scoffs. The pink-haired man was cackling, the rumble of his voice was unsettling. You turned to Geto, he seemed just as uncomfortable as you were. 

His laughing settled down, “Look, here’s what’s gonna happen, I’ll schedule an interview time for the both of you, you’ll be asked questions only a real couple would know about their spouse.”

Easy enough.

Sukuna continues, “Then I dig deeper, I’ll ask family, neighbours and even coworkers about your relationship, if your answers don’t match up at any point both of you will face the consequences.”

“And what are those consequences?” you squeaked

Sukuna’s smile turned frightening, something eerily similar to a wolf torturing its prey, “Oh— I must have forgotten to mention that— Mr. Geto here will be deported indefinitely and your poor, little, self will have to pay a $200,000 fine.”

You sighed, Geto would pay for that. As of now the consequences weren’t horrible.

Sukuna’s eyes twinkled as he muttered, “And you’ll have to spend five years in—” His voice picked up, it became drastically cheerier, “federal prison!”

Oh. Oh.

You nodded in a weak attempt to hide your panic, Suguru remained tense.

Sukuna clenched and unclenched his fists, admiring the way his tattoos looked as he flexed his arms. After letting the idea of getting arrested mull in your head for several moments he shifted his legs off of his desk. Placing his elbows onto the peeling wood of the tabletop, he leaned forward and looked to you.

Sukuna was nothing short of patronizing as he stared at you with a fake pout. “Look— I don’t like putting cute little assistants in scary jail cells because of their big, mean, boss. So, I’ll let you confess.” 

Geto raised his voice, “Hey, you can’t—”

“Shut it Earrings.” Suguru was not fond of Sukuna’s nickname for him, but he shut his mouth.

You shook your head, praying that Sukuna wouldn’t see through your lie.

“No? Absolutely nothing to say?”

You hesitated, your head slowed; Sukuna grew visibly excited. Geto’s eyes darted to yours. In any other situation, you would have enjoyed seeing him freeze in horror. The power dynamic had taken a dramatic shift, you no longer relied upon Suguru, the opposite was true. He needs you. 

Suguru Geto, the man who has told you what to do for the last three years needs you. 

Your head comes to a stop, “Well… there is something.”

Sukuna chuckles, “Come on, spit it out.”

What was it that Geto had said?

“Truth is, me and Suguru are just two people who weren’t meant to fall in love.”

Geto caught on quickly, he filled the role that you previously had back in Yaga’s office, “Not meant to at all.”

You straightened your back and met Sukuna’s eyes, “Not to mention the fact that we couldn’t tell anybody we worked with because of my big promotion.” 

You lifted Suguru’s hand from your thigh and interlocked your fingers with his. 

“Promotion?” Sukuna asks his eyes darting from you to Suguru.

“Yeah... Promotion?” Geto echoes. 

“We both thought of it as unfair, if I were to be promoted to editor, while we were pursuing a relationship.”

Geto squeezes your hand, it was anything but a romantic gesture; more like something to air out his frustration, “Absolutely, we care deeply for the workplace environment.”

Sukuna hums, it’s sarcastic, meant to ridicule the both of you. “Have you told your parents?”

Geto speaks first, ”Impossible. My parents are dead.” There’s an obvious tension between the two, Sukuna’s look is smug while Suguru was unquestionably irritated.

The pink-haired man gave you a pointed look, “And your parents?”

Geto answers for you, “They’re alive, definitely alive.” You squeezed his hand, Sukuna’s eyes darted down to where your fingers interlocked. You hoped that he saw it as an intimate gesture rather than a warning for Suguru to stop talking. 

(Geto did not heed your warning.)

“Actually, we were going to visit her parents for the weekend.”

Suguru, please stop talking.

Sukuna hummed, egging him to continue, “Yep— it’s her dad’s fiftieth birthday.” 

“Oh? Where do her parents live?”

Suguru turns to you, his smile is strained, ”Why don’t you answer this one, sweetheart, you haven’t spoken for a while”

Sukuna took note of the fact that Suguru has absolutely no idea where your parents live. 

“Sitka.”

“Sitka,” Geto echoes with a prideful nod.

You let out a sigh, “Sitka, Alaska.”

Geto’s eyes focused on the peeling grey paint behind Sukuna. You squeezed his hand harder, this time to say: you brought this upon yourself. 

Sukuna watches Suguru’s throat bob, it took all of your efforts not to grimace at his scrutiny. It was clear as day that he saw through the both of you. 

Sukuna let out a grunt, he made it obvious that he was stifling a laugh. He leaned back in his chair as he dragged an important-looking document off of the surface of his desk. 

He began crushing the paper into a ball, “So, the both of you are heading to Alaska this weekend.”

Suguru was stunned, five seconds of silence passed, you decided to do the talking, “That would be correct— yes.”

Sukuna nodded slowly while throwing the ball of paper from hand to hand. “Here’s what I’m gonna do, I’ll let you guys go on your weekend getaway, and if neither of you confesses, I’ll meet you back here Tuesday morning at 11 am for your interview.”

He stopped tossing the paper ball, his head peaked upwards, “And after the both of you inevitably mess up on every single question—” He gives Geto a pointed stare, “—I will personally see to it that you are deported—,” He shifts his head towards you, “And that you find your pretty self staring at the cold, grey, concrete walls of a jail cell for the next five years.”

Suguru let go of your hand. Opting to sit in the silence, comforted by the soft buzzing of the overhead light as he tried to think of what to say next. 

The paper ball Sukuna was holding hit Suguru’s chest and fell limply into his lap. “Got it, Earrings?”

“Did you throw that at— can you even do that?”

(Sukuna ignored him.)

“Well, unless you have any further questions, I’ll be seeing you two on Tuesday.”

You stood promptly, to your surprise Sukuna mirrored your actions, he reached his hand out for a handshake. You took it. 

“Thank you for your time, Sir!” 

Geto stood and made a beeline for the door, not sparing a glance to Sukuna.

Sukuna raised his voice as you followed Geto to the door, “Make the right choice you two, It’s never too late to back out!”

Geto slammed the door the moment the both of you left the room.

“Okay so here’s the plan, I’ll buy plane tickets, we fly up to Alaska and have a good time. Then we’ll head back ace the questions, get married and then, finally, get divorced.”

You stopped in your tracks in the middle of the crowded plaza, you walked approximately two blocks after exiting the Immigration Office in complete silence.

Geto continued to walk before noticing you weren’t by his side. He turned around, “Is something wrong.”

At this point, you had made peace that you were about to marry someone you didn’t love. Though it was irritating, you had gotten over the fact that your first legal marriage would be with this asshole. You were willing to get married in order to get ahead. 

What you weren’t willing to do was go to jail for your employer. 

The somewhat normal work relationship you had cultivated over the past few years (despite Suguru’s horrendous attitude) had become a dilapidated version of itself. Its bones pulverized into fine dust, its flesh rotting, and its weak corpse collapsing in on itself. 

You can’t deny that you’ve been a good assistant (waking up in the middle of the night, to get snacks for him and whatever girl he’s with, is something no mediocre assistant would do.) Suguru was lucky to have someone who would do almost anything for him.

Almost anything. 

You took a deep breath, “I quit.”

“Huh?” 

“Look, I wish you the best— I really do, but I am not going to jail for you. Hell— I’d have to lie to my parents because of you, my mom would be heartbroken.”

Geto gripped the bridge of his nose and let out a quiet sigh, almost lost in the plethora of conversations and the rumbling of traffic, “You mentioned a promotion right? I can do that. The morning we come back I’ll make sure you get the position of editor.” 

It was your turn to be dumbfounded, “What?”

“There. Now you have a reason to go through with this.” Geto takes a deep breath in, “Look— I promise— I swear on my life, that I will do everything in my power to keep you from getting arrested.”

You took two steps closer, your eyes lit up, at the moment, you’d describe yourself as opportunistic. “Hmm, Suguru, I don’t think that’s enough of an incentive.”

He scoffs, “What else do you want?”

“How about you publish my manuscript, too.”

He pauses, “Fine, I’ll get 10,000 copies printed first run.”

You shake your head, “20,000 copies or you’re getting deported.”

Honking can be heard on the street beside you, scores of cars rev their engines after the traffic light turns green, Suguru’s eyes lock with yours, it’s a fierce moment. He breathes in, the realization that you were refusing to back down feels heavy in his chest. Suguru speaks, “Okay.”

You grasp your chin in between your pointer finger and your thumb, looking upwards in a moment of faux contemplation, Suguru’s shoulders drop. You hum a quizzical noise, “Weird... I thought you were supposed to propose before you married me.”

Geto’s voice dropped an octave as he pursed his lips together, “You’re not gonna make me do this— we’re in public.”

You looked to meet his eyes, his demeanour wasn’t desperate enough to be classified as pleading but the usual sharpness his dulled by a fraction.

“Come on Suguru, ask me to marry you.”

You expected him to yell at you; he should have given you a firm reminder that he was still your employer, that you still needed to show respect.

Instead, he relented, dropping to one knee while he made sure he maintained eye contact. His hands were gripping the material of his dress pants so tightly you were convinced his fingernails would rip holes into them. His breathing remained steady and his cadence was smooth, Geto’s voice was decadently low, “Sweetheart, will pretty please with a cherry on top marry me?” 

You let out surprised noise, Suguru was asking? 

You placed your hand on one of his shoulders, it was far from firm, but it didn’t matter much, you just needed him to keep kneeling.

What was it that he said at that staff meeting?

You raised the hand that wasn’t on his shoulder and pointed to your employer, your chest puffed up with confidence. Your voice was condescending almost an exact replica of the way Suguru had spoken to your coworkers.

“You’re the follower.”

Your finger made contact with your own chest as you leaned forward. 

“And I’m the leader.”

Never in his life had Suguru felt his heart stutter from rage. His emotions were elusive and fleeting, a quality he had come to appreciate about himself.

Right now, nothing felt fleeting. A concentration of fury and contempt settled in the base of his throat, he clenched his jaw to himself from cursing you out. He imagined the plane the both of were to board tomorrow crashing into the Rocky Mountains. It would collide into the ground while the yuppies who also happened to be flying first-class to Alaska screamed and cried.

But Geto, wouldn’t say a thing. He wouldn’t comfort you like a good husband should— hell, he won’t bother to speak to you. 

He’ll look out the window of the plane and sigh to himself while the it got closer and closer to the jagged ground, he would finally be rid of the situation he was in. 

You were taunting, opportunistic, and selfish. In a fleeting thought, he considered how similar you were to him.

Geto despised the game you were playing all the same. 

He stood as your hand lifted from his shoulder, you reached for your phone from your pocket, “Well, I guess I should call my mom.”

You began walking through the plaza as you dialled the number.

“Don’t forget to tell her you’re bringing me,” he reminded.

You acknowledged his comment while putting the phone up to your ear. “Hey, mom! I just rearranged my schedule and it turns out I can make it!”

Suguru rolled his eyes at the elated noises coming from your phone, “Oh— and I’ll be bringing my boyfriend if that’s alright with you.”

He gave you a confused stare at your choice to mention a boyfriend instead of a fiancé, you brushed him off with a wave.

“We’ve been dating for eight months— give or take.”

More excited noises came from the phone, “Alright! I’ve gotta go, mom, see you soon!”

You hung up, Suguru was quick to question you, “Boyfriend?”

“We should tell them we’re getting married in person.”

You manoeuvre through a particularly crowded area, Suguru puts his hand on the small of your back, you flush. “Smart move.” he praises.

The both of you arrive at the entrance of the subway station, “Okay— Suguru I’ve gotta catch the subway but I’ll give you a rundown of what’s happening tomorrow.”

You try to ignore Suguru’s disgusted look at the mention of the subway, “We’ll meet at the airport at 7:30, and we’ll catch the 8 am flight, we’ll get there at about 3 or 4 pm and you get to meet my parents.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’ll basically be a vacation.”

“No. It won’t because I will be quizzing you on my life during that seven-hour flight.”

His brows quirked at the reminder of Sukuna’s interview, for once he didn’t have a sarcastic comeback. He lifted his head higher, “Got it.”

You walked down the stairs to get to the subway platform, you called back to him, “7:30 tomorrow morning, don’t forget!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweetheart,” he paused as he chuckled, “Enjoy the subway!”

He turned to hail a cab, silently praying that somehow, the plane would be struck by lightning and in something emblematic for divine punishment, it would crash and burn with the both of you on it.

Needless to say, Geto was not excited for the weekend to come.

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[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Chek and heartache- part III

Tw⚠️:swearing, referring of dark themes such as suicide attempt and mental illness.

The morning rays hit your eyes gently, tangible by their warmth,as you forced yourself from another dream of nothing but blank.

You groaned as your cat,Didi, comes running towards you: purring, meowing and chirping in pure happiness. You knew the reason she does this; your previous cat, Martha or Dildo- your roommate Sergiu called her that because of her dickish attitude with him- used to do this everytime so the little one, Didi, just followed her mother's lead.

Everytime she does that is like a small needle stabs at your heart especially when just 2 weeks passed since Martha died of old age- the black cat was adopted when she was senior, abused and malnourished, your heart knew you couldn't leave her to be laid to rest like a nothing. You adopted her, she bit you and you petted her, she hissed you hugged her, you did everything you could think of to show love even brush her fur with a wet toothbrush end to mimic sweet kisses coming from her mom. The cat soon realized that and started living again. Cautious of your other 3 roommates, cuddly with you.

Anyway, you got sidetracked with reminiscing. You heard your friends in the kitchen, Sabrina throwing away the take out boxes and Sergiu preparing some tea, probably to calm his stomach after all the spicy curry he ate last night.

You fixed the oversized white t-shirt and pull the marine blue shorts out of your bottoms, Didi already waiting you by the door.

You all, Sabrina,Sergiu,Ace and you, live in a quaint apartment, turned from campus housing, right next to one of the malls of the city. It had two small bathrooms, a living room , three petite bedrooms ,a tiny kitchen, a rounded balcony and a hallway. It was much smaller than your family home but it was in a central zone where your family home was outside the city's boundaries. You chose it not only because you wanted to spare your family from driving you to university but also because you needed your freedom, your space. Your parents were very understanding of that.

-Y/n e trează? ( "Is Y/n awake?") Ace asked as he sipped on his black cofee.

Without, he would pretty much be a grumpy hedgehog with spiky tealish mohawk. And who wouldn't love that?

-Nu încă, ah! Uite-o! ("Not yet,ah! There she is") Sabrina exclaimed, getting up to hug you and leaving the smoking tea cup by the window.

"Hello." You said ,voice grungy and eyes shut from the light.

You felt the warm hands of your Arabic friend on your face filled with moles and couple of marks from recently popped pimples, you let yourself be engrossed into it ,the touch starvation you carry like a cross chosing for you.

You hear her laugh, she always had a pretty laugh and a prettier smile . She was the beauty of the group, with big puffy sand yellow curls, brown skin with red undertones and black eyes who glow in pure happiness. She was stunning and a sweetheart with an obsession on the colour red and butterflies.

"Someone is needy." Ace teased.

"Shut up or I will staple those hair triangles on your scalp. "

You wanted to say something better but Sabrina then started massaging your lower face in a circular manner with her thumb. You knew you couldn't do anything anymore except melt.

-Anyway ,unde e Sergiu? ("Anyway, where is Sergiu?")

-Ți-o făcut ceai, cane e pervaz. S-o dus până sus să o ajute pe Florentina.("He made you tea, the cup is on the windowsill. He went upstairs to help Florentina.") He said, taking another sip of his cup.

-Ooooh, Florentina. You two began as Ace shook his head in amusement.

You and Sabrina were known to be ruthless in your teasing of the guitarist with long brown locks and beard.

Florentina was a crush of his, a freshman in the University of Arts who played the violin beautifully. Small,with olive skin, long red hair keept in a 1960s hairstyle and green petite with a triangular shaped face. She was a sweetie with a love for fantasy book ,autumn and ferrets.

-Oh, yeah?

-Dup, iubitul ei se mută cu ea. ("Yup, her boyfriend moves in with her")

-Oh.

Ace sucked in his lip ,his face filled with disappointment just like theirs now.

-That sucks.

-Numai spune,Sabrina.("You don't say,Sabrina")

Just then, the door clicked shut. Sergiu is back, this will be awkward.

-Ce vă uitați așa la mine?("Why are you looking at me like that?")

Neither of them could properly looked into the warm brown eyes of the man whose glow seemed to fade a bit, Sergiu was a stubborn man who shut his feelings deep inside, only through his song you could tell he was suffering. Just like you, I suppose.

-Am auzit...("We heard...")

You bit your lips as your long fingers played with each other, twisting and tugging while your nerves grew. Last thing you wanted was another fight where you all force the man to open up. He had suicidal tendencies, sometimes he came too close to actually do it but you were there and you needed to be there now too, even if he doesn't like being taking care of.

Sergiu rolled his eyes at you, his heart hurt from how rigid your posture was, eyes were worried about him but also scared, teeth grinding themselves not out of anger but out of care and fear.

He knew you hated arguments and shouts with dying passion. You always cried when someone raised their voice in less than friendly manner, you hated this reaction of complete terror, you hated looking weak but now you hated letting your friend burn himself because of an unfortunate love triangle. So you swallowed your nerves and braved on, it's about him ,not you.

Sergiu wanted to protect you all from this negativity, especially you and Ace. You had a big event to organise , Ace's sex reassignment surgery is coming up soon. You both have your own problems to dwell ,you didn't need to have him as one too.

However somewhere in his head, a voice telling him that he was wrong ,that voice that took the shape of you in the night of July.

You were crying, your grey hoodie wet from the rain as you cling desperately to him, not daring to move.

He was the reason why you crying, why you yelled profanities our of worry for what he was about to do. He...He tried to throw himself off a bridge ,the same bridge you two first shared your kiss.

That dark episode still irked your minds in the darker moments, late in the night nothing but your mind to keep you company and that's torture in itself.

You thought you could help him, change whatever hurts him and make it go away. That was your biggest mistake, you can't change a person that's not your duty , your duty was to support them through tough times and help them see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. A duty you solemnly swore to uphold even if he didn't liked you to. There's no fucking way you let him do that again,not if you can be there for him. Like he was always there for you, your big guardian with a guitar that spews flames in shape of songs.

-Y/n..

-Te rog, Sergiu. Nu ascunde. ("Please, Sergiu. Don't hide.")

Your eyes were desperate for him to talk it out in any shape or form. They implore for him to vent, to not hid between fake lies like " I am okay" or "I'm fine."

-Bine,bine. Tu ești șefa. ("Fine,fine. You're the boss.")

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They talked and talked and cried and laughed and cried again. A never ending circle of venting ,small earthquakes which instead of fracturing the friendship , it onlyakes it stronger as it should.

-Te simți mai bine?("You feeling better?") Your voice ran timidly on the top of your apartment building, watching over the brutalist styled architecture.

-Un pic, doare știi dar asta îmi arată cât de îndrăgostit sunt de ea. Iubirea adevărată pentru mine nu se referă doar la a iubi doar dacă te iubește reciproc, nu , să iubești fără să forțezi persoană să te iubească înapoi. Să îi porți de grijă, să o protejezi, să o ajuți fără să fi un egoist, fără să te aștepți să fi iubit înapoi. ("A little, it hurts you know but this shows how much I love her. True love for me doesn't mean to love just so they will love you back, no, to love someone without forcing them to love you back. To care for them, to protect them, to help them without being an egotistic, to love without expecting to be loved back.")

-Poetic.

He laughed at that , starring at the setting sun ,his lit cigar forgotten fumed between his painted fingers. His hair blown gently by the wind , he looked like a masterpiece.

-Scuze..pentru tot.("Sorry...for everything. ")

-N-ai de ce. Mi-ai făcut chec până la urmă așa că balanța eternă este restabilită.("You don't have a reason to be. You made me chek in the end and thus the eternal balance is restored.") You joked, munching quietly on the piece of cake, his jacket keeping you warm.

-Haha. Cine ar fi crezut că checul are fi o gustare bună când îți dai vent.("Haha. Who would have thought that chek will be a good snack when you vent.")

Indeed, who would have thought of that but one who cried in the sore days filled with heart ache.

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Hey,guys!💖

Hope you like the third part of the serie, I wanted to focus on "your life" and your friends backgrounds this time. The translations are not 100% word to word but enought to give you context.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Stay safe!

Tagged 💗💗:@moolujk @gaysludge @simonsbluee @yoyoanaria @cherry-piee @magenta-skyline @yikesyikesyikes95

[andieperrie18]

Egoistic: Bruce Wayne x Reader

I am in love with MAMAMOO and I like how this song inspired by this. I am just a random writer writing random content depending on what inspires me or what comes to my mind but I do hope to some of you who would read this one-shot would like this. So I have no particular bias in mamamoo but I just thought moonbyul would be perfect as Reader-chan. now Enjoy!!

part II

Egoistic: Bruce Wayne x Reader

I foolishly adjusted to you and it’s torturing me

Making me lonely till the end

-          Egoistic: Mamamoo

Bruce Wayne, the notorious philanthropist, and playboy in the city of Gotham. The man that captured hearts of many and had bedded some of a few. A man of power and looks as he is not only a wise man but a total lady killer as well.

Then came he alters ego, none other than the Dark Knight himself, Batman. A hero he calls himself yet he does the most despicable things to every villain he encounters. He embosses cruelty and violence that he knows that will strike fear to every dirt lingering in his city.

Only a few people know that these only masked. Specifically two people. Alfred Pennyworth: The Wayne Family Butler and Y/n L/n: The Childhood Best friend.

There was also Selina Kyle, but she cannot really penetrate his wall. Yet.

What she and Bruce had been considerably more than just a fling. They had their nights together as they let themselves lost in their desires. And the man seems to not mind at all as he is starting to consider the woman as the only person who understands him. The man was truly and Egoist.

Too encased with the idea that he was a man who lost everything. A man who wants to rid the society of its parasites and pest. A hero equipped with the most convenient ways to help people of Gotham. And he had a perfect companion in his goals, Cat woman. Although a criminal but Selina did things for the good, well most of the time.

     Y/n was nothing compared to Selina. The moment the woman entered her best friend’s life, it was she never existed in Bruce’s life. The way she would break with every conversation they would have about the said vixen vigilante made her blood boil and heartbreak all the time. But what can she do?

“What can I do?” Y/n mumbled to herself as she stood before Wayne mansion.

The skies thundered, heavy droplets of rain drizzled endlessly that night. Flashes of lightning gave glimpses of her peripherals from the metal fences, the shrubbery. She cast her eyes upward and from her spot, she had a perfect view of his bedroom window. The light was on in his room. She saw a silhouette of two figures inside before the light disappeared and so did the breath from her lips.

It was one of those nights where Selina would come home with Bruce from his patrol. Another night of sheer bliss from both of them. And another night of torment for Y/n.

           Eyes never leaving the same window, Y/n remained in her spot as the rain continue to drench her from head to toe. Droplets of water missing with the salty ones that slid along her cheeks from her glassy eyes. The pattering of rain was being accompanied by small sounds of light sobs.

           And from that night, she vowed. That this will be the last time Bruce Wayne will make her cry.

^^^^^^

           It’s been a couple of years now. Bruce has seen his best friend who left him with nothing but a letter of confession. At first, he was oblivious of his best friend’s disappearance until one day he asked his trusty butler to why the sudden absence of woman. Alfred replied with silence before handing his master an envelope.

           There is a saying where in order for someone to realize their feelings for that person is for them to lose that said person. And that he just did.

           The closest person he considers as a family had gone off somewhere after verbatim-ly confessing in a letter that she can no longer resist that pain she has to feels upon seeing him in bed with another. And it was made more difficult years later when he realizes that there were still differences between him and Selina. She can handle publicity, unlike Y/n who handles everything for Bruce.

           It was hard to function for him for a while before he met Dick.

           Bruce is now as at a party, Mayor Garcia had somewhat called up all people from around to for the ball. Of course him being a big shot, it would almost seem impossible for him to not be invited. With that opportunity, he brought his son’s along with him yet they all went to separate directions later after a few minutes of entering the venue.

           The party had an unknown purpose as the said leader of the city stated that it was just another celebration.

           Damian Wayne was keeping himself occupied by marveling all the pieces that seem to be sponsored at the party.

           “An Obra Maestra in my opinion. Maybe I should get one for my room or maybe two?” the young Wayne boy stared at work with utmost admiration and respect. He was entranced by each stroke on every canvass, hook, line, and sinker. The colors working along with the movements and directions. There was something aggressive with each one that Damian cannot explain.

           Soon he came through an empty hall, littered with more canvasses. Each art contained different messages now but he could tell the artist was still the same person.

           Although he was rather drowned out with admiring one particular piece where it was a portrait of a Sabertooth sitting in a calm meadow with a Robin fluttered upon its snout. Both animals didn’t show any discomfort but rather a pinch of sparks fly. “You like art?”

           Damian didn’t turn as he was still engrossed with the painting mumbled small ‘Yeah’.

           Y/n smiled, her eyes from the boy turned to the painting hung on the wall. “What do you think this piece talks about?” The boy still didn’t turn his gaze away from the painting but manage to muster a reply.

           “It tells about a Robin that had fallen with a Predator.” Y/n hummed, “How do you know it’s a love story kid?” Damian’s green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he analyzed the said piece. “I don’t but I like to think that the Robin had fallen for the predator due to admiration on how well she hunts her prey.” Y/n’s head flicked to the left, lips curling to a smile.

           “A debatable answer.” She chuckled.

           “I’ll take this one to my room. Do you know anyone here I could talk to about buying this piece? I am somewhat very fond of it.” Damian spun her head to the direction of his company. Y/n only smiled at him.

           “I guess I do.”

           “Good, will you take me to him?”

           “SHE is right in front of you darling.”

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     “Fancy seeing you here Clark?”

     The disguised man of steel took Bruce’s extended hand. “Well, it’s just that my agency heard of a big occasion here and nothing really special but they still sent me anyway just in case.” Bruce eyed the small notepad and pen on his one hand. “Still working on a weekend?”

Clark on raised his shoulder to a shrug before a short pause.

“You alone?” The blue-eyed man shook his head. “I’m with the boys, they’re out there somewhere. Maybe drinking their asses out or something.” Clark nodded in reply.

     “Hello, Good Evening everyone.”

Clark and Bruce turns to the podium where the leader of Gotham city now stood.

“I know some of you are still questioning why I invited you all here. In a very normal party. I think many of you notice the setting.”

“Bruce.”

The said the male’s attention was taken by his eldest who was accompanied by his other two siblings. “Dick, Tim, Jason. I’m surprised you’ve found me. Where’s Damian?” the three looked at each other, brows furrowed.

“The Painting exhibited on the walls are sponsored by a surprise guess tonight. I know some of you have been eyeing some pieces of our liking but sadly they are not yet for release.”

“We thought he was with you.” A surge of worry climbed through Bruce’s bile a bit.

“Don’t worry too much, Bruce. I’m sure he’s just around here somewhere.”

“Now I would like to present to all of you the mind of all the masterpieces spread across all of you. I must say I was rather excited when she had finally accepted our invitation. And our guest was generous enough to have all her works be the highlight of this event since we’ve been aiming to have an Artistic type of setting.”

All attention finally was to the speaker on the front Bruce and his sons were still quite occupied to where the youngest was. “Clark would you mind keeping an eye out to where my son is.” Of course, the man agreed.

Still occupied, Bruce kept turning his head every five minutes in hopes of spotting the jaded eyed boy.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you. The Artiste Visionnaire of France. The Famous 21st Century Art Critique Maîtresse. Painter and Ex-Marine Sergeant;

Madamoiselle Y/n M/n L/n.”

At the moment, everything had stopped for Bruce. The familiarity of the name that should have been long forgotten in the back of his mind rang like he had heard the name like yesterday.

“Wow, who would’ve thought that I could hit a jackpot tonight? Y/n is a big name in the industry. Have you ever seen such and influencing woman- Bruce?” With air caught in-between spaces of his throat, he can’t form any type of reply.

His eyes watched from the edge of the stage, a good ten feet from the podium where the Mayor stood. He awaited the familiar petite frame of a woman that he remembers that likes to dress into big skirts and conservative tops. The same woman that he had come to realize to be his only one.

And with no denial, a woman did emerge from the side. But not in the said attire he had thought as he almost didn’t recognize that it was a woman. The person emerges wearing a very prestigious and recent collection Dolce and Gabbana. It was a suit, the type where big businessmen would wear. It was tailored from a very expensive satin called satin-jacquard. The satin suit glowed in its canary yellow hue that lights from every chandelier allowed it glimmer a lot more. Like the person walking in them was wearing gold. And along the satin suit was loitering designs of floral in dominating shades of reds and greens.

“Y/n…” It was her.

Yet he felt different from her. Like he was somewhat culture shocked. The woman who never failed to show femininity to the crowd is now walking before him in the most expensive suit somewhat only she could pull off. Eyes held no type of emotion but stoniness.

Bruce watch each of her strides towards the podium. Poise. Just poise.

He described that moment as if she was the most feminine of the feminine yet masculine of the most masculine.

As she arrived by the podium, facing the seemingly endless crowd of elites. He didn’t miss the moment her eyes found his.

[alienatedchic]

Know them

Sirius Black. Black. The name was enough to make witches and wizards bow their heads before him. Why not? He was a Black! The Black family is the most ancient and purest blood family in the Wizarding world; they were one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. They were most respected and honored in the society and had highest status. Their wealth was unlimited; generations could stay unemployed and yet will have enough money for luxuries. Sirius was raised to feel proud for who he is, his family and his name. His dear mother, Walburga Black, was always there to remind him and his younger brother, Regulus, of how pure they were, how handsome and perfect they were, how much worthier and better they were than half-bloods and muggle-borns (“scums and mudbloods” in her wording). However Sirius never bought any of this. Deep down, Sirius was always curious about muggles and why blood purity mattered so much. And if he ever mistakenly thought of it loudly, he would receive another deep cut on his small back. He and his brother was taught only about blood status and how important it was for them to keep it safe and pure as they were the only male Blacks born in their generation.

Being a rebellious kid, Sirius decided to break generations of Black tradition by getting sorted to different house but Slytherin when he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter. Though he allowed his mother to coo at what a handsome Slytherin he’ll be and that green and silver matched so well with him, Sirius in his mind had no intention of being a part of his family’s tradition or beliefs.

 James Potter. Another rebellious pure-blood of the generation with wealth and fame- his father had invented the internationally famous hair potion. As James came very late in his parents’ lives and was also the only child, the amount of love he received was limitless. He grew up in a big house with big yard and no scarcity to materials. Thus he grew up to become arrogant and egoistic as his parents never made him feel down or unimportant. Yet, he was the most generous and protective of his loved ones without much to his notice.

No one was as excited about receiving the Hogwrtas letter as James was. He was going to learn magic! Most importantly, he was going to have his own Quidditch team to play with! After getting attacked with kisses from his mother and hugs from his father, James hurried off into the Hogwarts Express and looked for an empty compartment. Finally, he found one, except it wasn’t empty. A girl with dark red hair was sitting beside the window, her head pressed against the window sill.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

“No”

She didn’t turn to look at him; her eyes were fixed outside of the window and on the station where families were still waving off to their kids and shouting last reminders. James heaved his trunk into the compartment and slid the door shut-waiting for the train to start. Within a minute, the compartment door slid open and a tall, dark haired boy poked his head in, scanned the compartment and his eyes landed on James’s

“Uh…other compartments are full…can I sit here…?”

“Yes.”

“Sure.”

The red haired girl (without turning her head to look) and James replied at once. Both James and the black haired boy stared at the girl. Shrugging, James gestured the boy to enter and helped him with the trunk.

“I’m James. James Potter.”

“I’m Sirius Black,” said Sirius, a little taken aback at how normal James was when he said his name-he just smiled and nodded.

Within a minute, James and Sirius started taking interest in each other. They talked about Quidditch and other random topics as the train started to move. The red-haired girl, finally, tore her eyes away from the window and leaned her head on the head of the couch, sighing.

A moment later, Severus hurried out of his compartment to look for Lily. Where was she? He looked into almost every compartment until he finally found her sitting beside a window, her eyes closed. “There you are!” He sat in front of her and grinned at her but she didn’t return the smile; she turned away.

Severus Snape was never taken care of and received little or any affection. His life at home was filled with constant arguments of his parents as he lay forgotten on the corner of his small house, praying desperately for another family. Severus would forget about his trouble and abuse at home whenever he would have the chance to stay with Lily Evans, a pretty red-haired girl from the muggle town, who, thankfully, showed signs of magic. They built quite a very strong bond and became best friends within weeks. Severus filled Lily with all the information he knew about Hogwarts and the Wizarding World while Lily marveled and waited longingly for her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

As their friendship grew stronger, Severus’s dislike towards Lily’s sister, Petunia Evans, also grew deeper. Petunia also had no liking toward Severus so she wouldn’t miss an opportunity to discourage Lily to not talk to “the boy from Spinner’s End”. However, Lily refused to listen to her, “So what if he’s from the Spinner’s End? What if he’s poor and has ugly clothes? He didn’t get to choose his life, you know.” Severus couldn’t help but melt at how sweet and kind this muggleborn girl was.

Lily Evans was a bright, small and cheery girl with thick, dark red hair. She was a lovely daughter to her parents and an amazing friend to her elder sister, Petunia. Petunia and Lily shared a very stable and strong friendship; they would share their silly secrets, treats and help eachother to steal their mother’s make up. While Lily was playful and a bit clumsy, Petunia was a well kept girl and liked to stick to the rules. Nevertheless, this didn’t stop them from being the most dynamic duo. Petunia always cared for her sister and, even though she would complain it wasn’t right to do, would help Lily pull pranks and jokes. They were best friends!

Until he came. . .

Until he became more interesting than Petunia because he was just as ‘magical’ as Lily. . .

Until the letter came. . .

Until Lily was labeled as the ‘special’ one. . .

Until Petunia called Lily a “Freak!”

No words could express the sorrow Lily felt in her small, young heart. No one knew how horrible Lily felt when the word, “Freak” left Petunia’s lips. I’m not a freak! Tears gushed from Lily’s eyes and ran down her cheeks as she bit her lower lip. She turned around when she saw a messy, black haired boy draw near her compartment. Another boy also entered the compartment later but she didn’t turn to look at them-she couldn’t let them see her red, puffy eyes.

“There you are!”

A wave of frustration rushed through Lily when she heard the familiar voice as the compartment door slid open for the third time.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Why not?”

“Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore.”

“So what?”

“So she’s my sister!”

She couldn’t believe it. You don’t care about my relationship with my sister!?

The other boys took no notice in Lily and Severus until the latter mentioned Slytherin.

“Slytherin? Who wants to be in Slytherin?”

James was in shock. People really want to be in Slytherin? How nasty!  

“ ‘Gryffindore, where dwell the brave at heart.’ Like my dad,” James replied when Sirius asked which house he preferred.

Severus snickered at him.

“Got a problem with that?” James asked, coldly.

“No. If you’d rather be brawny than brainy-

Brawny or brainy? I can be both. I will be both. I’ll prove it, you little-

Before James could reply, Sirius spat, “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?”

James roared with laughter.

Lily was shocked at how Severus mocked the two strangers and how they talked back! She took Severus’s hand and left the compartment, disgusted at the two boys, who called him “Snivellus”. How rude. Really, I thought magical people would at least know some manners!

Beside this compartment was another compartment filled with a different group of first year students. Amongst them was a small, mousy haired boy, sitting beside the window. His face was hidden behind a large book. There were deep cuts on his face and scratches on his skinny forearms.

“Hi, I’m Peter Pettigrew,” said a round, watery-eyed boy to him.

Looking from the top of his book, the mousy haired boy muttered, “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Anything from the trolley, dears?” the compartment door slid open and the trolley women came in. At the sight of the lady, Remus dropped his book and shot up.

“Me.”

Peter’s mouth fell open as he got to see Remus’s face clearly for the first time.

“Oh, it’s just a bad accident,” Remus said, waving a careless hand when he realized Peter staring at his scars.

Was it really a ‘bad accident’?

Remus Lupin was attacked by a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback when he was only five years old. Fenrir attacked Remus to take revenge on Lyall Lupin, Remus’s father. Lyall Lupin was working against werewolves and believed that werewolves did not deserve living in the world. Little Remus had to suffer for his father’s mistakes. He couldn’t understand why his parents moved to an isolated place to live, why his parents forbade him to befriend anyone, why he would once a month wake up naked in their warehouse, why his body ached all over, why his small, skinny body had innumerable cuts or how and why his fragile bones crack into a vicious monster, every month.

Until Remus was seven year old, when he was fully able to read and write. He would read anything and everything he found. He was so smart for his age that big volumes of books were a piece of cake for him. That is when Remus learned about his lycanthropy.

“Mum. . .wh-what am I?”

The words crushed Mrs Lupin’s heart. She couldn’t look at her son-her beautiful, smart, innocent son. She dropped whatever was in her hands and ran over to her son and hugged him tight. Oh no. She could feel her son’s bones crushing under her arms.

“Wh-what d-do you mean?” Mrs Lupin muttered.

“Mum, am I a monster? Am I bad?”

NO, love, no! You’re my son, not a monster! Mrs Lupin wanted to shout it to her son but she felt she lost her voice. Her boy was facing a crucial reality not even adults deserve to. He’s just a boy!

“N-n-no, son. Remus, my sweet boy, you’re the best boy I’ve ever met. You can NEVER be bad.”

“Then I’m a monster? I. . .I know I am, mum. . .”

Sitting across the kitchen table was Mr Lupin, hiding his face behind the newspaper as silent tears fell from his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. His boy was suffering the worst punishment. . .

From then on, Remus started building the worst inferiority complex by isolating himself, even from his parents. He would preoccupy himself with books and lock himself up in his room. Before every full moon, he would go to their warehouse alone and return once the full moon was over. Remus Lupin was small, fragile and innocent but his world was harsh and old.

 After buying almost all the chocolate frogs from the trolley lady, Remus settled himself in his sit and started unwrapping chocolates. Peter, meanwhile, bought packs of Every flavoured beans and cauldron cakes. Remus and Peter started trading chocolates and cakes as Remus took interest in the quiet, shy boy. Their conversations wouldn’t last long for Remus wasn’t the best at socializing and Peter would get nervous for talking too long and would busy himself to finish his cakes.

Peter Pettigrew would always chew on his fingernails and bite his lips. When he was young boy, he showed signs of magic very late than average. His family almost counted him as a Squib so they would try and force magic out of him. Though Peter did prove himself to be a wizard, his family’s mocking of him being slow made him to actually believe he was stupid and that Hogwarts would never accept a half-squib like him. However, fortunately, he did receive the acceptance letter which, though delighted his family, didn’t help Peter gain any confidence in himself.

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The Ecology of Environmentalism

The Ecology of Environmentalism

The tip of “nature” is an exciting advancement. It was transformed by the similarity Jean-Jacques Rousseau in the 18th century as a confabulated favorable comparison to the dystopia of urbanization along with materialism. The traces of this dewy-eyed feeding of the “relentless” in addition to his unmolested, unblemished plans can be located in the contained harmful sort of fundamentalist environmentalism. At the countless various other extreme are spiritual literalists that give Man as the crown of developing with total online reputation over nature in addition to furthermore the right to manage its sources unreservedly. Equal, veiled, pointers can be located amongst researchers. The Anthropic Principle, as a scenarios, marketed by large amounts of amazing physicists, states that the nature of deep space is recognized to fit sentient beings – especially, us individuals. Politicians, providers together with economic experts have in reality just recently started paying lip solution to lasting advancement in addition to the environment-friendly prices of their methods. In such a technique, they attach the location – a minimum of vocally – in between these 2 diametrically opposed sort of fundamentalism. Still, essential considerable differences in between the colleges in spite of, the dualism of Man vs. Nature is generally recognized. Modern physics – especially the Copenhagen evaluation of quantum experts – has in truth deserted the regular split in between (generally human) vacationer together with in addition (usually non-living) observed. To them, Man is the energised representative operating upon an unique responsive or really fundamental substratum – i.e., Nature. Male is, by assessment, a component of Nature. More than likely, parasites along with germs put comprehend Nature a lot included impact with a lot more getting to results than Man has actually ever before done. Still, the “Law of the Minimum” – that there is a constraint to human individuals development which this difficulty is connected to the abiotic along with all-natural variables of the setup – is conclusive. Whatever dispute there is veers in between 2 hairs of this Malthusian Weltanschauung: the useful (a.k.a. anthropocentric, superficial, or technocentric) in addition to the genuine (furthermore called biocentric, deep, or ecocentric). The Utilitarians. Economic experts, as a situations, have a tendency to specify the expenses in addition to moreover advantages of eco-friendly techniques. Powerbrokers, on the various other hand, request for that Mankind consider the “constitutional liberties” of various other beings along with in addition of nature basic in creating a the definitely the incredibly the truly the extremely the very least harmful method. Utilitarians fret nature as a collection of furthermore exhaustible in addition to limited sources in addition to in addition to that manage their ideal appropriation from a human point of view. It is made center by the reality that environments do not link to established constraints together with by the ruthless rejection of good deals of green variables to record numbers. Regardless of existing jobs, such as the Environmental Sustainability Index (ESI) generated by the World Economic Forum (WEF), no person recognizes just specifically merely precisely just how to specify in addition to evaluation extremely evasive pointers such as “enduring enhancement”. The prices of fixing or personalizing minimized sources together with in addition all-natural structures are testing to create. Projects to record “lifestyle” variables to think about in the straitjacket of the formalism of distributive justice – referred to as human-welfare ecology or emancipatory environmentalism – backfired. These created derisory jobs to turn around the inexorable therapies of urbanization along with furthermore automation by giving local, little manufacturing. Social preservationists expand the comparable prescriptions nevertheless with an anarchistic spin. The obtained sight of nature – with Man at the elevation – is a representation of social web links, they inspire. Eliminate the last – in addition to you eliminate the previous. The Ethicists appear like astonished in addition to furthermore ridiculous as their “feet on the ground” resistances. Biocentrists have a look at nature as had of an essential well worth, in spite of its useful or authentic power. They stopped running to define, nevertheless, merely specifically merely precisely just how this, in addition if real, generates constitutional liberties together with well balanced devotions. Neither was their scenario aided by their company with the survivalist or apocalyptic college of environmentalism which has really actually created proto-fascist propensities in addition to is progressively being medically disproved. The advocates of deep ecology radicalize the tips of social ecology advertisement absurdum along with furthermore advise a transcendentalist spiritual web link to the inanimate (whatever that might be). They decreased to comparison to respond to or have all-natural therapies, being made up of trouble in addition to absence. The politicization of environmentally friendly anxiety runs the option from political marketing and advertising for to eco-terrorism. The green task – whether in academe, in the media, in non-governmental service, or in legislature – is currently consisted of an internet of governmental single-interest group. Like all administrations, ecological companies are developed on improve themselves, take care of heresy along with furthermore collect political authority along with the cash money along with in addition advantages that include it. They are no a lot longer a straightforward together with apart occasion. Bjorn Lomborg, writer of “The Skeptical Environmentalist”, mosted greater than most likely to the obtaining end of such self-involved sanctimony. A statistician, he disclosed that the accident along with discomfort tendered by environment-friendly advocates, militants together with scholars are, at best, cynical together with in a comparable method, at worst, last idea end results of calculated control. The scenario is really enhancing several fronts, subjected Lomborg: developed magazines of nonrenewable gas sources along with in addition to that huge quantities of steels are elevating, farming manufacturing per head is climbing up, the series of the burglarizing is minimizing, biodiversity loss is decreasing as do air contamination along with unique logging. In the future, in addition in pockets of eco-friendly troubles, in the inadequate in addition to in addition developing nations, going up revenues along with in addition the adhering to lower in birth expenses will likely get rid of the situation in time. Both camps, the optimists along with additionally the pessimists, trust fund partial, poor, or, additionally likewise even worse, dealt with information. The large amounts of writers of “Ecosystems along with similarly individuals”, offered by the World Resources Institute, the World Bank along with the United Nations end: “Our efficiency of really feels has in truth enhanced substantially, however it just has in truth not equaled our capability to change them.” Priced quote by The Economist, Daniel Esty of Yale, the leader of a green job moneyed by World Economic Forum, specified noisally: ” Why hasn’t any individual done conscious ecological dimension prior to? Check out eco-friendly technique, together with furthermore the details misbehave.” The Millennium Ecosystem Assessment, kept by countless technology company along with environment-friendly teams, is seriously under-financed. The conspiracy-minded remarkable premium quality this interested location to the egoistic layouts of the apocalyptic college of environmentalism.

Like all monitorings, ecological business are established on continue themselves, battle heresy together with generate up political effect in addition to the cash money along with in addition to that advantages that include it. Have a look at eco-friendly method, in addition to the information are insufficient.” The Millennium Ecosystem Assessment, preserved by various enhancement service along with ecological teams, is seriously under-financed.

Politicians, manufacturers together with economic experts have in reality just lately started paying lip choice to maintaining advancement together with the environmentally friendly prices of their approaches. They offered up operating to define, nonetheless, just particularly merely specifically just how this, moreover if real, generates civil liberties in addition to symmetrical duties. Neither was their circumstance aided by their solution with the survivalist or apocalyptic college of environmentalism which has actually established proto-fascist propensities along with is slowly being clinically disproved. Like all monitorings, environmentally friendly remedy are established on continue themselves, take care of heresy in addition to establish up political effect in addition to the cash money together with also advantages that include it. Think of environment-friendly strategy, along with the information desire.”

At the many various other extreme are spiritual literalists that trouble Man as the crown of creating with full importance over nature together with on top of that the right to manage its sources unreservedly. Biocentrists look right into nature as had of an essential well worth, despite of its possible or real power. Have a look at out environment-friendly approach, along with on top of that the information are poor.” Political leaders, manufacturers in addition to financial professionals have in truth merely recently started paying lip option to lasting renovation in addition to the environmentally friendly expenses of their techniques. They stopped functioning to define, however, just precisely just precisely just how this, in addition if authentic, develops civil versatilities along with in part tasks.

At the countless various other extreme are spiritual literalists that give Man as the crown of developing with total online reputation over nature in improvement to additionally the right to handle its sources unreservedly. Politicians, manufacturers in improvement to financial experts have in truth just recently started paying lip solution to prolonged lasting advancement in improvement to the eco-friendly prices of their techniques. Look right into eco-friendly approach, in improvement to in addition the information misbehave.” Politicians, distributors in improvement to financial experts have in fact merely lately started paying lip choice to holding up against growth in improvement to the environmentally friendly prices of their methods. They provided operating to define, nevertheless, merely particularly just specifically just how this, in improvement if real, generates civil liberties in improvement to well balanced dedications.

They gave up running to define, nevertheless, just specifically merely specifically just how this, furthermore if real, generates constitutional flexibilities along with well balanced commitments. They gave up working to define, however, merely particularly merely specifically just how this, additionally if real, creates constitutionals civil liberties along with in percentage duties. At the countless various other extreme are spiritual literalists that trouble Man as the crown of creating with full importance over nature along with in enhancement the right to manage its sources unreservedly. Take an appearance at out environmentally friendly technique, in enhancement to in enhancement the information are poor.” At the countless various other extreme are spiritual literalists that give Man as the crown of producing with general online reputation over nature in improvement to in enhancement the right to handle its sources unreservedly.

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[slickjoneshq]

• BASICS •

Full name: Mercedes Evelyn Jones.

Nickname(s) or alias(es): Cedes, Mercy. Was Cedes D’Ass when she first started porn

Preferred name(s): Mercedes or Cedes.

Date of birth: July 25,1991.

Zodiac sign: Leo.

Religion: Protestant Christian (still practicing)

Gender: Cis-Female

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Sexual preference: everyone

Romantic preference: everyone

Hometown: Atlanta, GA

Resides in: San Fernando, CA

Occupation: Adult Film Star, Occasional Back up Vocalist

Language(s) spoken: English,  Jamaican Patois

Native language: English

• BACKGROUND •

Birth order: The eldest.

Level of education: BFA

How were their grades? Always did well in her music and theory classes but those damn english classes were the bane of her existence.

Best childhood memory: The Jones women teaching her and her sisters the family dance.

Family’s economic status: solidly middle class

Childhood career choice: Janet Jackson

School subject they excelled at:

School subject they had trouble with: American History and English

• APPEARANCE, VOICE & MANNERISMS •

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: She’s got a birthmark on her right knee identical to that of her maternal great grandmother. She has a small scar at the top of her lip from busting her lip as a kid and one across her arm from an accident playing at school and breaking her arm.

Tattoos: Mercedes has her daughters initials behind her right ear , a pair of lips on her left hip. The 91 on her left ring finger is fading but she’s got three purple flower on her ribcage.

Piercings: She’s got both sides of her nose pierced but usually opts to wear her left side with a silver hoop, dubbing it her “lucky side”. She has about four piercings in her left ear and two in right ear. She used to have the dimples in her back pierced but took those out after she got pregnant.

Dominant hand: Right.

Frequently worn jewelry: A gold necklace with the letters MJ in loopy script with two moonstones around the letters. A sliver chain with a small ruby in it.

Speech style: Depends on her moods. Usually in a clear voice with a small accent coming about when she gets around friends from home and a not terrible island accent.

Verbal tics: Spending the first three years with and around made pronouncing the number three sound like the number tree.

Scent: usually of her mario badescu shower gel and laundry detergent. will spice it up add perfumes now and again.

Posture: A soft slope in the shoulders

• PERSONALITY •

Personality type: enfp

Positive traits: gregarious, passionate, soft hearted.

Negative traits: loyal to the point of stupidity, head-strong, egoistic

Usual mood: relaxed and upbeat.

Insecurities: her body, her finances, her relationship with her child

Fears: too many to list but top five include; something happening to her daughter, her mom watching videos, being alone forever, having to settle for a life she doesn’t want, spiders.

Comforts: mint tea, food, wine, her morning peace playlist, the sound of her daughters laughter

Habits/quirks: cracking her knuckles, pacing, listening to her music, licking her lips,

Nervous tics:  chewing her lip, tapping her foot , shaking her knee

Superstitions: makes wishes at 11:11 whenever she remembers, throws salt over her left shoulder when cooking, corn bread black eyed peas and collard greens at new years.

Pet peeves: people who talk with a full mouth, people who chew loudly, singers who can’t find their pitch.

• HEALTH & PSYCHOLOGY •

Diet: mercedes isn’t usually one to miss meals but she usually makes sure to make one day a week a vegetarian/vegan day. but she’s loves her greens and salads but you’ll  have to pry her creamy dressings from her cold dead hands

Alcohol Use: known to indulge in a good glass of wine during the week.

Drug Use: smokes weed socially will use cigarettes when under extreme duress.

Addictions: unless you count sugar and bad love nope.

Allergies: regular seasonal allergies and people who can’t sing.

Exercise habits: makes a priority to head to the gym at least four times a week to work on her fitness and bump her music loud as hell.

Sleeping habits: Mercedes is a pretty normal sleeper but since the birth of her daughter she’s become a lighter sleeper and someone who rises at at least seven am just because.

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities? N/A.

Any mental illnesses/disorders? possibly suffered post-partum depression after birth of daughter isn’t a huge fan of talking about that time.

Enneagram Type: Type 3 (the Performer)

Moral Alignment: true neutral

Temperament: phlegmatic

Element: fire

Hogwarts House: slytherin

Intelligence Type: musical intelligence

• VIEWS ON... •

Life: it’s hard as hell.

Death: a possible pathway to some where your spirit goes

Love: a joke. point. blank. period. still wants to secretly have it romantically one day

Sex: is fun and a great way to get to know those who also like sex.

Marriage: not for her.

Divorce: a falling out of two people who should’ve never been together in the first place.

Family: a necessity. doesn’t always mean blood.

Friends: another necessity.

Politics: would love to say she doesn’t do them but like her life is on the line.

Religion: something ultra personal to her. Mercedes is still a practicing Christian and prays regularly as well as tithing to causes and other organizations.

Work: a necessity, idle hands are the devil’s playground.

Money: money makes the world go round.

Alcohol/Drug Use: make sure you’re using it to enhance or unwind. if she finds she’s using something too much as a crutch she typically tries to go two weeks detox of it.

Tattoos/Piercings: she’s covered in them and loves them on other people.

Swearing: makes talking fun

• FAMILY •

Father(s): Harper Jones

Describe their relationship: Mercedes remembers much of her life with her father as him being a positive but often passing presence. He was a military man.

Mother(s): Cecelia “Lia” Jones.

Describe their relationship: Her rock in the past but in a tough place currently.

Pet(s): a siberian mixed cat named Tizzy.

• QUESTIONNAIRE •

Optimistic or pessimistic? A personal pessimist about her own situations an outward optimist about others situations.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Not necessarily methodical but definitely neat.

Book smart or street smart? street smart

Leader or follower? leader

Day or night person? day person

Cat or dog person? cat. obvi.

Coffee or tea? tea

What do they wear to bed? depends if anyone is in bed with her and for what reason. usually a big t-shirt and undies.

Do they snore? … but it’s cute though

What position do they sleep in? usually her stomach.

Which side of the bed do they sleep on? the middle. if someone’s with her then the side farthest from the door.

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

Do they get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence?

What would completely break them? Anything bad happening to her child.

What was the best thing in their life? so far her daughter’s third birthday and her first back up gig.

[pierianensorcell]

When the Horsemen Came

White Thought Subjugation They are your own, you know? Just accept yourself. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! That's not mine, that's not mine. Red Mind Conflict Diffident ego-maniac Alltruistically egoistical Right in being wrong and wrong in being right. Just get it right, just get it right. Black End Yearning A creature of want The green-eyed monster Screaming in a vacuum, reaching for nothing Just make it stop, just make it stop Pale Numb Solution It'll just take a few And just a few moments All will be gone, rest all in silence This is the end, this is the e......

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Karaoke

Originally posted: 20 May, 2018

Oh my gosh, was this really the first one?! I think about this oneshot way too often with the season two drama... songs used make me SAD now... I forgot that this was really the very first oneshot I ever posted for Magiclicas XD

"S-So, where do you want to go?" Kai asked nervously to his Magiclica friend (crush) over the phone. 

"I have someplace in mind. Meet you outside the cafe at seven?" Quinston's smooth accent replied.

"Yeah, sure. See you," Kai said as he hung up the phone. As soon as he did, he immediately started a nervous giggle. "Yes!"

"You alright in there, Kai?" Haiden knocked on Kai's door. He jumped and nearly fell off his bed, knocking a cup of water on his nightstand over. 

"Y-Yeah! I-I'm good!" Kai called. Haiden audibly grunted. 

"Okay..." The aura manipulator could hear Haiden's footsteps fade away, and a giddy smile snuck onto his face. 

"Ugh, I need to stop feeling so happy around him..." Kai whispered to himself, although he knew that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. It was six-thirty in the evening and Quinston said to meet at the cafe they usually met at seven, so Kai slipped on his hoodie and attempted to be stealthy and sneak out of the Spero's hideout without being questioned. 

Unfortunately, that was not going to happen.

"Kai! Where are you going?" Kagae called cheerfully. Kai immediately tensed. 

"O-Oh, just, uh, to go get some food... Maybe get some fresh air...? Yeah," he answered awkwardly. By this time most of the Spero were used to Kai's sudden nervousness, so Kagae shrugged and let it slide. 

"Okay. See you later then!" She left Kai alone. He speed-walked out of the hideout and jogged to the cafe that wasn't too far from his headquarters. Outside was a familiar, chill brunette in a white beanie and green-and-white sweater.

"Kai!" Quinston waved and immediately smiled.

It's like his smile just lit up the sun... Kai tried to shove that thought to the back of his mind. 

"Hai Quinston," Kai glanced at the clock that was in view of the window of the cafe. "It's only just now seven! Why are you here before me?" The tan boy asked.

The Magiclica shrugged. "Got tired of waiting at my house so I thought I'd come here and be early. Ready to get going?" Quinston held his arm out to Kai. 

Kai ducked his head to avoid laughing. "Oh so we're going somewhere formal now, are we? I should have dressed better!" 

Quinston's laugh was strangely like music. "Ha! Oh come on, I would have told you if you needed to dress differently. Besides, do I look dressed for something formal?" He gestured to his sweater and (adorable) tousled hair covered by the beanie. 

Kai rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "I don't think I even own anything to really be considered 'formal' so thank goodness for that!" 

He linked his arm through the other boy's and Quinston started leading them somewhere. They laughed and joked for a while before a portal suddenly appeared right in front of them. They walked right through it before Kai could react, and suddenly they were outside a building on a different street. 

"What the foop?!" He questioned his reality once more. Quinston had that stupid, confident smirk on his face, giving away that it was him who created the portal. "What do you expect? I am Quinston O'Kouzlo, two-time youngest winner of TMS," He did a small pretend hair flip.

Kai snorted. "Okay one, never do that again. And two, no need to brag! You're making me feel even less worthy to be in your presence!" he complained almost-jokingly.

Quinston's bright green eyes softened. "Oh, sorry." They didn't say anything for a moment. "Well, uh, want to go in?" Quinston suggested. 

"Where even are we?" Kai asked, puzzled. 

The green-eyed boy's iconic, confident smirk returned. "I thought we might enjoy some good Shawn Mendes at the karaoke bar?" The Spero nearly squealed.

"What are we waiting for?!" Kai practically dragged Quinston inside, despite that he was willingly following along as well.

Inside were lots of people (mainly adults but that's not the point) laughing and chatting or nursing most-likely alcoholic drinks. There was a small area cleared in the center of the room along with a karaoke machine. 

"So, want to go up there and hit it?" Quinston asked. Kai halted with a look of sheer terror on his face. 

"Uh, no. Have I ever told you I am the worst at singing?" Kai stated immediately. 

Quinston frowned. "Oh, how bad can you be?"

"Really bad."

The Magiclica rolled his eyes but complied. "Fine. Wait here then, or find a place to sit. I'll go get us some drinks."

"Nothing alcoholic!" Kai called jokingly.

Quinston came back a few minutes later with two glasses that looked to be Pepsi, or Coke, or Dr. Pepper. They all look the same and tasted basically the same, so who knows which it really was. "Geez! You don't have to remind me of no alcohol! My grandparents would literally kill me if I were to actually drink. Not to mention grounded and banned from coming here ever again." he sighed.

"Well wouldn't that be a shame!" Kai was starting to loosen up with his (boy)friend's casualness.

Quinston nodded. "It truly would. No more bad karaoke to make fun of or cheap soda with friends!" 

Speaking of which, someone was walking up to the karaoke machine and put a coin in, selecting a song before the background music came on a few seconds later. 

"Ugh, I really want to go sing. I may not be Melissa but you can never say no to Shawn Mendes!" Quinston complained more to himself than anyone. Kai felt bad for keeping Quinston from doing what he wanted. 

"I mean, you can go up there. I just don't want to make everyone deaf..." the not-Spero trailed off. Quinston said nothing as he turned to watch the man do his song while his other friends were cheering obnoxiously loud. Once he was done the green-eyed boy got up and marched over to the music machine, put in a coin, and took a moment to scroll through the song options before finding one. Immediately the music started playing, but before Quinston started singing he said something.

"This goes out to my friend I'm with tonight, you know who you are. Just saying, I really missed this." The microphone made his voice loud and give it slight noise. 

Immediately Kai felt his face burn. Darn you, you stupid hot Magiclica with enough confidence to do something stupid like this... 

Kai's face immediately turned even redder as soon as he recognized the song that O'kouzlo was singing. 

Oh my GOODNESS... 

Quinston was rocking out to “Stitches,” hitting every queue perfectly. It was the mark of a true Shawn Mendes lover, and despite Kai's embarrassment, he was secretly singing along in his mind. Don't ever tell Quinston that Kai was actually enjoying this, though!

Quinston finished the song, getting a small round of applause from those listening. He walked back over to their table and sat down before immediately getting a chuckle out of Kai's shook-fried tomato face. "I hate you," is all the blue-eyed boy said.

Quinston smirked and rolled his eyes. "You know you love me,"

Kai basically spat out his drink. "I- I- WHAT?! N-No! Quinston!" he hissed, knowing his face was redder still if even possible with his dark skin.

O'kouzlo only watched with his stupid iconic smirk as his companion freaked out. 

"Want to go sing now? I'll go with you so we can both make fools of ourselves." Quinston offered. The fried tomato that is Kai groaned. 

"Why are you so obsessed with getting me to sing all of a sudden?"

"Because now I'm curious to see if you're really as bad as you're making yourself out to be."

Kai groaned again. "You know what fine! I'll show you I'm really that bad, and then you'll regret ever meeting me!"

Quinston chuckled. "I find that hard to believe. I don't think I could ever truly regret meeting you, Kai." His cheeks were dusted in the faintest pink in the dim bar's lighting. 

The not-Spero led the way back to the karaoke machine, where Quinston put in another coin and the choice of songs appeared. 

"They have a lot of Shawn Mendes to choose from..." Kai mumbled in serious thought. 

"I mean, it doesn't have to be Shawn Mendes, does it?" Quinston offered with a shrug.

Kai turned with an emotionless look on his face. "It always has to be Shawn Mendes." he said in a dead serious tone. Quinston raised his hands in a surrender gesture before Kai looked back at the screen and selected a song. “There’s Nothing Holding Me Back” by, of course, Shawn Mendes.

Kai was almost as bad as he said.

It wasn't that he was bad, but more like he had no idea how to actually sing. Quinston was evidently trying not to laugh OR wince at his companion's attempt at karaoke as a blush was painted across his face and his gaze held an emotion Kai dare not name. 

Quinston took the second verse after the chorus, then they both did the third part before forgetting all restraints and singing their hearts out for the big finale. By the time the song was done they were both grinning like idiots and laughing at each other for no apparent reason. 

Quinston went back to get another set of drinks while Kai returned to their table and tried to wipe his idiotic smile off his face. He at first succeeded, but as soon as the brunette Magiclica with the bright green eyes returned the smile returned and reappeared on Quinston's face as well.

"Well?" Kai questioned.

Quinston shook his head and sighed. "Remind me to never force you into karaoke again."

"Well, I told you!" the boy with the red-dyed hair exclaimed. 

"Yeah yeah, you were right. Kai one, Quinston... about a dozen. Not gonna lie." The brunette said.

Kai huffed. "Oh, egoistic much?" 

"What can I say? I am Quinston O'kouzlo."

The tan skinned boy lightly punched the lighter skinned one. They both were still smiling, enjoying each other's presence far too much than they both knew they should. Then they both happened to look at the clock and saw it was nearly nine.

"We should really get going..." Quinston sighed with disappointment.

"Yeah..."

Quinston held out his arm to Kai again. "Mind if I walk you out?"

Kai rolled his eyes and allowed the duo-elementaled Magiclica to guide him out of the bar. "I guess I'll see you around?" the Spero said hopefully.

Quinston nodded. "Don't avoid me again, okay? Like I said, 'without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches~'" he sang the line, causing Kai's face to immediately heat up once again. He looked down to the ground, or basically anywhere except the confident' handsome face that was Quinston O'kouzlo.

A portal opened up in front of Kai. "That should take you straight to your room." Quinston said reluctantly. Kai nodded.

"Thanks for tonight. I... I had fun. 'Night, Quinston."

"G'night, Kai." 

With that, the Spero stepped through the portal and straight into his room. He immediately flopped onto the bed and sighed dreamily. All he could think of was the beautiful Magiclica boy's smile that he thought he could never be with.

Little did he know, that same boy was dreaming of the sweet, caring, honest boy trapped on the wrong side of the law that he thought would never like him for who he was.

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“Stitches” is Kaiston season 2, change my mind. Tbh I kind of want to rewrite this for season 2 developments but the events haven’t unfolded completely so I don’t know if I should? And it wouldn’t be as happy because Kaiston right now isn’t as fluffy as it was when I wrote this around... I think episode 115 I think

Word count: 2000

[kahvi-studies]

for the tell me your name asks: alma (sucks bc of the repeating letter im sorry ksdhgdk)

hey, don't be sorry! It's such a beautiful name!

why my last relationship ended.

I always thought a good friend is someone who listens to all your problems & is there for you. So I did that, but at some point I realized that both should be there for each other, not just one. My thoughts, feelings or problems got irrelevant and we always just talked about hers. I really wanted to help her w everything because she was important to me, but I suffered being the only one who gave in this friendship & never being able to have someone listening to my things from time to time. so I distanced myself.

one of my insecurities.

being egoistic because I let go a few people (an will some more probably) for my own good & mental health.

my eye color.

mostly green around the pupil, changing into a warm brown & the edge of my iris is surrounded by grey. (all in all people think I'm just brown eyed from afar.)

I really love my eye color & form - think it's called hazel eyes in english (??)

thanks x