#spoilt the whole thing for me

[weirdheadcanons]

Seriously?!? They let Dan Didio write Nightwing again?!

And of course he decided it wasn't just enough to kill Nightwing, but make every freaking crisis his fault for surviving.

Not killed just once, but every time. Never ending loop. And apparently, it's killing one of the very few genuinely nice, genuinely sweet characters that can bring about the Golden Age, while his murderer gets a happily ever after.

Seriously, DC should stop letting those who hate certain characters write for them.

[panevanbuckley]

reading ToA first out of the pjo books was honestly a blessing in disguise. because now I see all these 'new' characters arriving and I already know what their story becomes and it's so fun!

like Nico meeting Mr D for the first time. precious. because, sure, Nico's interruption saves Percy from Dionysus' wrath but just...the confused, kinda calculating way Mr D responds to Nico. knowing that this hyperactive small child is gonna become one of very few children that Mr D actually grows close to? love that. it's like insider knowledge

[boowritess]

part 2 lol

so apparently it's really fucking hard to get into the SAS. and ontop of that I've been getting tiktoks of people going around an army base asking why they joined. most responses were to pay off student loans, bills, school, (someone said there's was 6 years of prison or school and *mental note for idea*), the recruiter lied or spoilt them, barracks bunny.

141 (poly?) x notsobaddasssoldier!reader

and now i can't stop thinking of soldier!reader. who really half-assed their way through everything - only doing the job for the money and to pay off student loans + they had nothing better to do.

who somehow ends up being adopted by Price (kinda like Gaz i guess ???) all because reader happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved Price's ass while managing to complete a mission the Task Force were doing.

and it's not that you saved his ass or completed the mission that makes Price go *this is mine* - it's the fact that afterwards all you can say is-

"this shit is so not worth paying off my student loans."

"oh fuck i forgot to cancel my subscription. fuckk- waste of fucking money"

- all the while a building is burning in front of you but yeah just not at all concerned about what had just happened. so price just *grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you up, claiming you as part of his task force now.*

(lol you probably can't do that irl but this is fiction sooo suck my ass.)

and laswell's just like no... they are very much still green john. way too green. no.

but it's too late. he's already introducing you to the task force. singing your praises and you're just like

"man he promised to pay off my student loans and give me food." basically how ur recruiter got ya ass.

enough said. you get the whole off the books speech, saving the world by doing things others wouldn't like. but u couldn't give a rats ass - you should but nah...

and like... you know you're the rookie... you're still green... but some of the shit 141 do you just...

"so you just gonna kidnap the wife AND the child...? right... kid, you wanna watch bluey? here..."

"and you do this often...? crazy."

but you don't exactly protest. how could you with how much you get paid. you kinda just side-eye and look away when it's geta a lil crazy. *bombastic side-eye*

and the other 141 guys - oh my days. become just as enormed as price and want to start really trying to amplify your skills. but every time, they start explaining how to do things - the best way to go about a situation or how to fight a certain way.

you pull this face. like your top lip pulls back, your eyebrows scrunch together, and there's a slight frown on your lips as they speak. like you look confused/disgusted. but you don't even realise cause-

"why're you pulling that face?" 141

"that's... that's just my focusing face..."

"oh..." 141 feels bad

then when they do take you in feild you're shaking your head no. like you haven't been around that long. what the fuck? now you're bout to infiltrate an enemy base!?!?!

"can i just wait in the car?"

"no." price

"i'm gonna vomit."

"aim at the enemy." ghost

people think that because you're suddenly in this badass task force that surely they're just using you for your assets.

they all think you're the 141 barracks bunny. and maybe you should be pissed or annoyed or grossed out. but all you can do is sigh and pause from the burger price got you, and let out a long exhale.

"fuck... maybe i can just do onlyfans or be a pornstar... shit maybe it's not too late..."

"military is bascially sex work - selling my body..."

"not that different from what i'm doing now. body being used, check. body sore in the strangest places, check."

your tone so empty, blank and nonchalant, but there's a serious look in your eyes that when you grab your phone out to maybe do a little research on how you could do that, your phone is snatched from your hand by one of the guys and they walk out the room without a second look back.

with an annoyed huff, you go back to eating your burger. but suddenly, you turn to the person who genuinely thought you were a barracks bunny.

"hey you think if i be a barracks bunny i get out of missions and shit?"

"...that's not how it works..." rando.

"fuck."

and maybe you try...

like you go to price's office and the guys are already in there, chatting about something that you should really pay attention too but you can't be assed. instead you unashamedly start to speak...

"if i suck ya'll dicks can i get out the mission?"

"no. you still have to join." gaz says amused

"even if you-" *que long sigh from price* "even if you suck our dicks."

"that's fucked up. i should've done porn."

and with the most hurt and broken-hearted look on your face, you leave the office, closing the door with a dramatic sigh. the guys just stare at the door in... confusion, amusement, and maybe arousal if ya'll dig that

idk man just gimmie more soldier!reader who just really ain't the fucked, there for money, lowkey hungry and doesn't know what the fuck is happening. kinda a pet or little sibling energy that the 141 love.

bonus*

"wait so they aren't sucking our dicks?" *soap says getting slapped in the back of the head by ghost

a/n: brain is rottinnggg. i should be doing so much other shit but... cod just consumes my brain 24/7

[cabeswaterdrowned]

I like very few arcs around women esp chars I really love wanting to be mothers/discovering they want to be mothers and that’s essential to their char development, but Daisy’s does work really well for me overall. There was more detail work with it throughout the book but I also liked how the show did it. And I do think one reason (along with construction and how I perceive Daisy as a char) I’m open to liking it/have soft feelings about it is that in both versions she adopts (no pregnancy plots! + I just like it better)

[mayapapaya33]

I had sort of hoped Keyleth would have matured and grown past her anger at the Matron over the past 33 years but I suppose it's in character that she hasn't fully dealt with her grief yet. And the Vorb probably isn't helping her issues either. It just sucks because I think a lot of the fandom take Vox Machina's grief fueled blame and fully accept it as fact when the reality is that Vax's situation is almost entirely his own responsibility. The only other person with any remote culpability is Percy. And even Percy is only really to blame for accidentally Killing Vex, not for Vax's choices. But even if you want to hold Percy accountable for Vax's choice in the tomb as well, that still doesn't make him responsible for Vax's death. Vax could have lived a long full life as the Matron's Champion, as shown by the Delightful Purvan Suul and his companion Galdric.

Vax was a borderline suicidal, self-sacrificing character from day one. He always threw himself into danger headfirst regardless of the cost to himself. Between Percy accidentally setting off the trap creating the circumstances for Vax trading himself to the matron during Vex's resurrection, all the way up to Vax CHOSING to come back as a revenant after being disintegrated in order to help defeat Vecna, the choices have always been his. Especially him, fate touched as he is. Ultimately, Vecna killed Vax and Vax killed Vax. I think it's easier to blame the Matron than to be angry with Vax for being who he was.

The Matron maintains the balance of life and death. She accepted Vax's offers both times, do you think she should have refused? The first refusal would have meant Vex's death, and the second refusal would have meant Vax possibly just staying dead after being disintegrated, and not being there to fight against Vecna, which was truly an all hands on deck situation. There was no time to fuck around with a resurrection ritual that might not even work, the whole world was in danger. One life, a life that was already lost, is a small price to pay to save the world. I'm pretty sure Vax would agree with me!

Frankly, Vox Machina were super lucky and privileged to have so many successful resurrections between them. I think they got a little spoilt and entitled about it honestly. Most people have never even met someone who's been resurrected before, they did it like 20 times! Vax was disintegrated, he chose to come back as a revenant to fight Vecna, protect the world, and help his family. An opportunity he was only given due to his allegiance to the Matron. She gave Vox Machina and Vax extra time together and a chance to help save the world.

For those of you shouting "what about true resurrection!?! I hear you, and Matt said it's complicated and didn't elaborate lol. Personally, I think the Matron has quite the special a barrier of entry to true resurrection, if the spell even works at all in Exandria. I think they touched on it briefly in Calamity but I've forgotten. I can only imagine what insane ritual Matt concocted years ago that he's had plenty of time to work on since. Part of the Matron's whole thing is that everyone must eventually go into death, sure they can avoid it for a while, so some resurrection is fine (the DC gets higher every time), but eventually enough is enough and it's time to go. Hence why necromancers and liches are her enemies.

At any rate, I'm really proud of Keyleth for going to therapy and I hope she goes back when all of this moon business is over because she still needs it and that turtle lady in the frog seemed great lol.

[esggs]

Cottagecore life with Sukuna, who’s already packing his bags out the suburbs as you paint a picture of blue-green countryside idyll amid the mountain grass carpet, warm hearthstone, and sweetfish fresh from the stream. 

“Pick your favourite.” He scoffs at your delighted face. He won’t show you how much time he spent planning the whole thing: a surprise trip to a sheep ranch. Your laugh warms a blush all through his tan skin. “We’ll take it with us.”

A quick peck of gratitude later, you spend your time examining through the bleating herd. Cloud-balls brush past your knees. You decide on a youngling: fat little candyfloss on stubbly legs, a few weeks old at best. You’re already planning on the barn you’ll make for him– watch him grow up into a spoilt old ram. 

Sukuna, hanging back against the fence, rustles your hair as you return with your baby in your arms.“Good choice, looks soft too.”

“He is!” You pet his little head as he nuzzles into your neck, already taking to you. “His name’s Yuuji, I’ve decided, it’s perfect for him!”

“I’m not gonna call the pest that.”

You two walk back to your car, strapping your new pet into the backseat the best you can. The journey back to your homestead is pretty short anyway. “You’ll start loving him in no time, I tell you. C’mon, just call him by his name once!”

………..

“You don’t like it, brat?” Sukuna is confused seeing the tears in your eyes. Is it the smoke from the sizzling dish? Or were you not feeling meat-ish today? The lamb has been roasted to perfection, he made sure of that, topped it with your favourite lemon-cilantro too! “I’m even calling it ‘Yuuji asado’ instead of ‘cordero asado’.” 

“My baby…” You reach out to touch his now-crispy skin. 

Sukuna’s a bit hurt– you didn’t even try it once before reacting like that. Sukuna might not be a very experienced cook, but he actually followed the recipe to a T, putting his heart and soul into the dish to make you happy. On top of that, you did pick the lamb out yourself, so there’s no reason for you to be so ungrateful. 

Still, he carves out a leg, pouring extra garlic oil onto your plate, and forks off a bit for you to taste. You don’t want to hurt his feelings. You take the bite he’s offering. 

Yuuji. You’re sobbing now. You’re heartbreakingly delicious.

“Do you … like it?” His first culinary attempt: He just wants you to appreciate his efforts. 

“It’s the best lamb ever, baby.”  It’s true. Well-marinated meat, so tender you could tear it with your lips. Juicy on the inside, the flavours seeping through and through. You can’t even pretend that you don’t want another bite. “Tears of happiness, don’t worry about it.”

“Damn right.” His smile is back to cocky again, having conquered the art of the kitchen. “Play nice and I’ll make it again for you next week.”

a/n: this happened to me. I was 7. dad's side of the family yk.

[atydblack]

sirius black x pureblood!reader where they r at a pureblood gathering in an established relationship & the reader although not a blood supremacist is pretty praised within the society and viewed almost as a pureblood princess, an example & a perfect (future) wife. she doesn’t love that but she’s used to coloring in the lines so she can’t help the way she is viewed by the pureblood society. anyway, sirius and reader r at some kind of pureblood event and he already feels out of place. reader tries to keep him at bay but eventually he causes a scene when a few boys actively hit on reader in front of sirius. reader pulls him aside and is just like wtf is wrong w u sirius u know im yours. lots of comfort and fluff plz

"pureblood princess"

masterlist

"I can't believe you're making me do this." Sirius huffed, frustratedly attempting to tie his tie.

"I don't want to go just as much as you don't!" You grumbled, wandering over to him and helping him with his tie.

"I have a solution," He smirked, "We could just... not go?"

You rolled your eyes, he had been complaining all day and you were done with repeating yourself.

"We don't have a choice, Siri."

It was the night of the annual Pureblood Ball and now that you and Sirius were engaged, your attendance was mandatory.

This year, the ball was at the Black Manor. The Blacks had been almost shunned from the society due to Sirius' behaviour but have now been welcomed back with open arms.

Sirius' parents were over the moon when they found out about your relationship. After years of Sirius refusing to accept his label as a pureblood, his engagement to you surprised everyone.

Your parents weren't so excited. There was constant gossip of the Black family after Sirius ran away and as you were highly considered the 'pureblood princess' to those in the pureblood society, they thought you could do much better.

Sirius didn't help himself when attending big events like this. You had to beg him to come and when he finally agreed, he just moped the whole evening.

"Why don't we just run away?" Sirius mumbled, pulling you in to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

"We can't." You mumbled back. As much as you did want to run away with Sirius forever, you just couldn't. Your presence was too demanded, if you ran away with Sirius they'd have his head on a stick within a week.

"At least you look gorgeous." Sirius poked at you.

That was one of the only thing you enjoyed about these gatherings, you could both dress up.

When you were much younger, these parties excited you too much. With rose tinted glasses on as a little girl the idea of wearing a pretty dress and have everyone fawning over you was a dream.

You could sense Sirius' anxiety upon arrival and as much as you tried to comfort him, he just quickly shut you down.

"Siri, you'll be fine. We just have to show our faces for a bit then we can go home." You reached for his hand.

"I am fine." Sirius grunted. "I just don't want to be here."

He avoided eye contact with you as you walked through the giant doors towards the dimly lit ball room.

You'd think that this would be any girls dream and perhaps if you ignored the details it might be. However knowing that almost everyones ideologies in that room were what many considered evil spoilt the whole thing.

Everyone was dressed in dark colours, your deep red dress complimenting the room. The most infamous names in the pureblood society were here tonight, so you knew you had to put on your best act.

"Sirius," Narcissa greeted sternly as her and her sister Bellatrix approach the two of you "Y/N."

Sirius' jaw tightened as he kept his words to himself.

"Narcissa, Bellatrix. Lovely to see the both of you." You faked a small smile.

"Congratulations on your engagement," Bellatrix sneered. "How you managed it I will never know, Y/N."

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"Well, our dear Sirius would have danced on all of our graves just a few months ago, including yours." Bellatrix smirked. "You must tell me the details of the charm or potion you used to make him like this."

"Oh piss off, Bellatrix." Sirius barked.

"Oops, looks like it's wearing off." Bellatrix laughed before the two of them strutted off.

"Great start." You mumbled.

"Can we just leave, Y/N." Sirius groaned.

"Just a little longer, Siri." You squeezed his hand as you moved forward within the party, before spotting both your parents approaching you.

"Y/N, darling." Your mother ushered you over. "Come join us."

"Orion," You smiled gently "Walburga, lovely to see you both again."

You had known Sirius' parents since you were born. Funny how differently women and men were treated in this odd society.

You were treat like a delicate flower and on the other hand Sirius was raised with high expectations of being this big strong man. Now somehow you were the one being praised for bringing him back into this toxic environment.

Sirius stayed silent, not bothering to utter a word to your parents nor his own.

"Oh, darling Y/N, how stunning you look." Walburga gushed. "You will be such a stunning bride."

"Indeed," Orion spoke sternly. "It will be a pleasure for the pureblood princess to be part of the Black family."

"It will be my pleasure." You blushed.

Sirius let go of your hand, walking away from the group without a word.

"He's um-" You mumbled becoming flustered. "He's still getting used to being back here."

"Don't worry darling," Walburga reassured you. "We couldn't manage him so we can hardly expect you to."

You gave a fake smile and after a while of conversing with you soon to be in-laws, you left to get a drink.

Your eyes wandered around the room as you waited for your drink at the bar, Sirius nowhere to be seen.

You couldn't blame him, it wasn't exactly the best place for him to be but you didn't expect him to abandon you within the first 10 minutes.

"If it isn't the pureblood princess," A voice was heard from behind you. "Where's your retched fiance?"

It was Evan Rosier. He had been on your case for years and after many, many proposal refusals he still couldn't give up.

"Why would I tell you." You muttered.

"Ah, he's left already? I'm not so surprised. He's always been a runner." He came closer to you, not leaving eye contact. "I would never abandon you, princess."

"He hasn't abandoned me." You snapped. "Can't you take no for an answer? I'm engaged."

"You think I believe that? What business does Sirius Black have with you? He hates all of us, including your family."

"Shut up."

"Can't handle the truth?" He reached over to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Not wanting to cause a scene, you let him. "Princess, I would give you the respect you deserve and you know it."

"Leave me alone."

He chuckled, leaning in closer.

"Make me." His face was inches from yours as you froze inside yourself.

Before you knew it, he was being pushed against the bar, glasses smashing everywhere.

"Keep your hands off of her you filthy rat." Sirius barked.

"Your puppies come off his leash, Princess." Evan smirked.

Sirius shoved him harder, ready to hit him.

"Sirius, don't" You grabbed ahold of his arm as the room went silent. "Don't do this."

"Yeah, or what?" He grunted.

You pulled on his arm harder and he turned to look at you, his features softening as you caught his eye.

"Lets just go, Siri, please."

He pushed Evan to the floor before storming out of the front doors.

You rushed after him, ignoring the muttering of gossip as you did so.

"Fuck!" You heard him shout out of frustration now that he was away from everyone.

He was sat on one of the stone steps with a cigarette in his hand and you sat yourself next to him.

"What was all that about?" You mumbled.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Sirius grunted. "He was all over you."

"I can handle myself."

"Doesn't bloody look like it." He bit.

"Well, I can." You bit back. "You know how many years I've had to deal with men like that?"

He was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry I just- I can't stand being around all those people again."

"All those people? Siri, they're your family."

"Yeah well they're all pricks." He muttered. "And you- why are you pretending like becoming a Black is such an honour? My family is filled with lines and lines of horrible people and you know it."

"I know. You know I have to say these things." You responded. "But I do feel honoured."

"How could you possibly feel honoured."

"Because I get to marry you."

He turned to hide is blushed cheeks before turning back to you.

"I love you, Y/N."

-

this is not proofread and there is no smut im so sorry but i just wanted something to back into the swing of writing and loved this idea!

[theastrical]

your wedding with the genshin men

kaeya, diluc, childe x bride!reader

ps: i’m sorry it’s only three characters, i’ve been getting a burnt out these past few days, so the content might be kind of a flop hhh…:(

kaeya, our dream wedding

He had prepared since a very long time about this day; especially ever since you both have started to get serious about this relationship you have with him. He has been hinting it down, asking you questions that lead him to know your dream wedding. He doesn’t want anybody to know aside from his best man, which is diluc.

And finally when the time came for him to explain the wedding and how much have he taken care of the whole thing, you were amazed, in fact, you cried, because all have been taken care of and not by the preparation, not that it impresses you as much as how how much he knows you, how much he prioritise your dream in this wedding of yours instead of his. “I thought it’ll be nice to know my fiance’s dream…after all, your dream is mine as well.”

Weeks before the wedding, when you do your fitting and have prepared your own specials for the wedding, kaeya asked not to spoilt him any more of your preparation for him; so you did. You made your own vow, you prepared a flower…an eternal flower where it’s protected by glass and it can last forever, and your wedding dress-which has been designed to have kaeya’s favorite flower, the calla lily.

But there’s one more thing you have made a secret of, it’s a small gift from you that’s more to what he had imagined, you had asked an illustrator to come inside the wedding and draw crepus; his late father, to attend his wedding beside him and diluc as his best man in the final picture of the wedding. To commemorate what crepus can’t see; his two sons growing up.

The day you walked in the aisle, he can only open his mouth; spilling out the word “mine” quietly. He held your hand, like a guard trying to protect it, before he kisses your palm, and greet you in his thousand of smiles. He had made a vow, super simple and short but it makes you tear up, cause kaeya, never said words that impacted you more than today and so did you when you spilled out your vows to him.

The wedding ring was made to complete each other when it’s used, yours are the sun and his are the moon. The audience consist of people that are close to you, hence it wasn’t that awkward for both of you to even have the first kiss as a husband and wife, because…it felt too good to be true, to finally have him as the one for your entire life.

Although, kaeya finally broke down when..you asked the illustrator to show the painting to him. It felt like, crepus is there. His only father figure is there to be with him in his happiest moment. He cried like a baby, while seeking a comfort on you. He kisses your cheeks nose and everywhere, telling you in a whisper…”you don’t know how much all of these meant to me, i didn’t regret any of this at all…please never stray away from me.”

Diluc; royalty wedding

He had made it clear before that he will prepare a royal wedding, something that the royals can only partake. You were baffled obviously, you know how much it’ll cost and you can’t never contribute even a slightest bit cause hey, the thing he called wedding is basically the sentence of “how to spend all of your life savings in one night.”

So you talked it out with diluc, you have thought it’ll be okay if it’s going to be a simple wedding as long as the money is enough but diluc immediately banished that thought with a simple sentence of “you won’t put your money into it and that’s final. Just let me be the one to pay, you can prepare everything you want, as long as both of us can have our own time inside the wedding. After all my dear, what’s the use of these money if i can’t please you hmm?” the guilt is there inside you but you just nodded. After all, if he had put the mind inside it. You know there’s no way out.

So you did, you prepared your all time wishlist, ready to spend out his unlimited wallet like there’s no other day than your wedding. He chuckled when he saw the bill for your every needs, he thought it was funny that even after everything, you only waste what you thought were expensive for you instead for him. So he bought you the much more expensive food for the wedding to make your spending balance with his, because it’ll be unequal if both side don’t have the pleasure on preparing this wedding.

Yes diluc is showing his love thru his materialistic nature, but that’s just how he is, because he trust you enough to show what he have more than his demeanor that everybody judge to be cold and rude. Because you’ve seen his everything, his emotional side especially, and he wanted to pay you back for being his everything (his daily listener and his free pats and affection machine) by enjoying the perfect wedding and soon to be life he can afford with his money.

So when the day came, you were not just in shock, you were so baffled you continue to asked him “we’re not in the wrong place right?” Which he just answered with “how come we’re in the wrong place silly…there’s your name and mine in the sign hehe..” after all he has been keeping the location secret, he just wants you to come and be his forever at this point.

That same day is the only time you see him smile like a sun, he definitely should smile more and you hope that the sight of your dress can turn him into a sunshine. You were preparing your dress and makeup, your bridesmaid as well, all of you are having fun by yourself until it’s time.

you suddenly feel nervous, your heart felt like it just fell down…and the way your stomach churn just before you walk down the aisle, oh god, you wanted to puke-yet in the same time you step your heels onto the floor, diluc immediately look at you, his face is cold, it made you 100 more times groggy.

But as soon as you hold his hands and he held yours, he whispered to you…”don’t make me fall in love with you more now..” shit, diluc, don’t make me blush even more!!! He said his vows, which was helped by kaeya cause he wants to make it…more informal, to which it made you teared up because with the help of kaeya and his willingness, it feel like he finally talked his honest feelings…

and When it’s time for your first kiss as a wife and a husband, he held your waist, leaning your body down and kisses you passionately as he look at your eyes, what a love fool he is to even kiss you like there’s no other day. Oh and surprise surprise, after the whole wedding ended, he showed you his long time gift that he hasn’t been able to expose, a small house in the mountainside-an escapism for you both to have your best life together. “let’s use that tomorrow yea? i’ve packed your things and mine, let’s have a peaceful honeymoon where no one can’t disturb us~…”

Childe; the traditional wedding

You guys will have the wedding of the century in his hometown (presumably by childe’s family cause his hometown rarely have weddings and childe is known across the town). You didn’t deny that request though, after all you have visited childe’s hometown and it certainly is beautiful even when the place is extremely cold.

Because the wedding is far away from your family and friends, he decided to pay for their tickets, after all, marrying you means marrying your entire life, at least to a traditional man like him.

Months before the wedding, he had talked to you about the wedding and how he needed to at least have your approval in these certain things, cause he doesn’t want to disappoint his wife, the wedding is basically his test to become your perfect husband. The wedding he planned was a simple traditional wedding, speaking each vows and family gathering, that’s all. It’s not exactly what the modern “wedding of the century” is but to his family, seeing childe getting married is already a gem by itself.

You both have agreed to spoilt each other privately in the honeymoon instead, because the wedding will be filled with his huge family members and friends you barely know. so with a short and simple event to be held, you guys have decided to exchange each other’s precious item; and both of you have chosen the wedding ring. Instead of couple wedding ring, you guys chose each ring that represent both of you the best, so when it was exchanged, then you guys would have a part of each other in hand.

In the aisle where you walked, he just stared at you, mesmerized by you-his eyes slowly tearing up in response; because his heart was struck by a realization, to met someone like you, who understands him the most and make this wedding more than the word special to him…is enough. You’re beautiful, too beautiful in truth, especially for somebody like him.

When you were beside him, he chuckles and hide his tears, yet your hands immediately brush those tears with a comforting smile, he replies with a grunt of “thank you, wifey..” ,

you both exchange vows, he ended his vows with a quote from Shakespeare that he read about in his first library date with you..”life is too short to love you in one, i promise to look for you in the next life”. He hugged you instead of kissing you at first, because he was already too emotional when he said his vows.

Then afterwards you guys exchanged the ring, his was a blue sapphire, the same color as his eyes, yours were white, bland indeed, but white is a base-a color which everybody need, and you wanted him to know, that you’re always here for him. When you both exchanged the rings, he laughed, he was too happy to have a piece of you in him. He even make a play with his wingman by acting like they’re polishing it and make sure it’s all pretty. You were laughing your ass off because childe look so smitten by this point.

And when the priest say it was time to kiss each other as a wife and a husband. He immediately carry you in his arms and kisses your lips…before he slips to your cheeks and neck. He carries you to his arm and snuggles to your neck, walking thru the doors of the wedding venue to the private hall to continue the family gathering…which is basically him feeding you food and the guests intervening onto childe’s act of service by talking to you both almost every single second. “now just eat the food okay? I’ll handle those nosy guest..” he pats you before he feeds you again and again, as he giggles…for seeing how cute you are like this, teary eyed from the wedding ceremony and hungry.

[cutiecusp]

Spoilt (Forbidden Fruit Part 2)

As i loved Ex husband Simon, and so did you guys, i thought i would write a back story to this

I imagined these two as 'rushed to get married young' types (early 20s/mid 20s) and it took its toll.

TW. Angst, heartbreak, smut, mentions of death (Simons job) divorce. And a WHOLE lot of words!

You stood there with baited breath. Simons return, his return to you, always used to give butterflies, now it felt like a heavy weight in your stomach.

What version of him would you get this time? Loving, desperate for your touch? or cold, unfeeling Simon, who hides away in the study until he gets the phone call out again.

You knew what you were getting into, marrying a military man. But you weren't aware of how much it hurt. You were just grateful you had no children that had to suffer.

Your thoughts were broken by the sound of heavy boots on concrete. He looked tired, but he had a small smile on his face, reserved just for you. The weight in your heart simmered as you run to him, wrapping your arms around him as you pull him down for a kiss, your soul calm for the first time in months.

He softly pulls away, and rests his forehead against yours.

"Missed y'love." you hear him whisper against your skin. His fingers tracing over your shoulders before settling under your chin, gently making you look up at him.

"Missed me?" he asks gruffly. He knew his deployments were hard on you, and things had been different this time. You hadn't been able to talk to each other, messages were few and far between.

You nod, a sweet smile forcefully plastered on your face.

"Yeah, babe. Of course."

And that's when the lies began.

"I told you i was going out!" Simon yells through the house.

"You knew Soap and Gaz had plans for the pub." He continues, his loud voice filling the room as he finds you in the kitchen.

"Simon, you knew we were going to sit down for dinner." you say coldly, a numbness flits over you.

Its been two days, and you are already fighting. Again.

"I just need to get out, love." He explains.

"This domestic shit, i just can't-"

"Can't or won't." You throw back at him.

Your body radiating anger as you feel your heart break. Again.

"You spend all your time with them. Why did you even marry me?"

He looks at the hurt in your features. The face that once smiled up at him is now cold, numb. The lips that used to press against his were turned down and bloody from being bitten too much. The body that he used to find solace in now closed off.

The anniversaries, birthdays, family dinners he had missed, the holidays you attended alone, not even knowing if he was safe, it all shows on the surface.

He sighs.

"Its n' like that love." He tries to reason. His gait closing the gap between you two.

"I love you." He says, his arms coming up to soothe you, to bring you back to him.

You soften in his arms, a little hesitantly, but your eyes meet his, and you allow him to press kisses along your throat and up to your lips.

You feel his body press against yours, and your wall slowly lowers as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

"M' sorry, love." He murmurs against you, his voice low and gruff.

You two are disturbed by his phone ringing, he pulls away slowly, keeping his eyes on you.

"Yeah?" He bites into the phone. You flinch, for all the fighting you did, rarely did Simon bring Ghost home.

"I'll be ready in the morning." You hear him say, and your heart sinks.

Leaving, again.

He hangs up, and turns to you.

"I'm out tomorrow morning, Russia this time." he explains.

He brushes a hand through his hair.

"This is the worst timing. Lets stay in, yeah? I want to be with you." He says softly, pulling you to him again.

You give in, the argument forgotten alongside the dinner, as you lose yourselves in each other into the early hours of the morning.

He was up earlier than you when the sun broke through, his eyes trailing over your body.

He missed you long before he left, but he couldn't communicate that with you. He knew things had gotten worse, even if you had semi patched things over last night. He knew you were checking out, and as much as that terrified him, he couldn't blame you. He often came home a different man. He knew he was losing you, but he didn't know how to make you stay. The job was his life.

He pulls away from your warmth, before pressing a kiss to your forehead, and heading out.

The only trace of him you see when you wake up is the cool sheets and empty house.

And your heart breaks for the last time.

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It had been three months, and the contact with Simon was minimal, you had sent divorce papers to the base, and you knew it was a matter of time before he found them.

Month four came and went, without any contact at all, until one night you receive a phone call as you were heading to bed.

"Hello?" you say softly into the receiver.

"Y' a coward," You hear a familiar deep voice on the other end, steeped in alcohol.

"Simon?" You ask, frowning.

"Y' wear my ring, yet you couldn't give me the papers yourself, waited until i was deployed." He slurs.

"I thought it would have been easier." You defend, your walls heavily guarded.

"Easier for who?" He exclaims. You feel the controlled anger down the phone.

"Was it not enough for you? Was i-" He pauses.

"Was i not enough for you?" He says quietly.

You sit in silence for a few moments, allowing his words to settle.

"I guess i just needed a husband, not a soldier. I thought i knew what i was getting into, but i was wrong. You can take it all, Simon. i just don't want to hurt us anymore."

You hear a dark chuckle down the phone.

"Hurt us? Fuck you sweetheart."

And all you hear is the dial tone as he hangs up.

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A week later, you come back to find his things missing from the house, his life efficiently packed and removed from the home you once shared.

You hear heavy footsteps on the floor, and unlike before, this fills your heart with dread.

"Jus' dropping my keys back." You hear Simon say, and although every part of you is urging you to turn around and face him, you are afraid of what you might see, so you keep your gaze on the floor.

"Look at me, love." he says gruffly, and your eyes snap to his. Simon is holding a cream envelope.

"You know i thought about not signing it." He says, watching your eyes widen.

"But i couldn't be cruel. Never to you." He attempts a small smile, but it comes out as a grimace.

You take the envelope with shaky hands. This was it. What you had asked for, a relief from being a soldiers wife. So why did your heart feel so heavy?

"Si-" You start to say, stepping closer.

He towers over you, his gaze questioning. HIs broad shoulders hunched as if he was holding himself back, his jaw tight.

"I'm off to Mexico tomorrow" He says instead.

"I wanted to see you once more before i left."

You sighed, the envelope a heavy burden in your hands.

"Good luck out there." Is all you can reply, your heart racing in your chest.

He nods and brushes a kiss on top of your head. His lips make contact with your hair for a few seconds, and you feel the weight of the promise on your crown.

"Take care of yourself, yeah?" His voice is unusually emotional as he turns to pick up his duffel bag.

You wait until hes in the car and driven down the road before you fall to your knees, sobs choking you as you throw the envelope as far as you could, the sound of it hitting the floor the only relief from your tears racking through your body.

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Summer had been and gone, and you wallowed. Deep down, you knew this is what was best for you both, but god did it hurt.

You knew he was back on home soil, you stalked Soaps social media until you found a picture of three glasses at a pub, a gloved hand in the corner of the screen.

The girls had tried to get you out, but you stayed home with takeouts and films until you decided enough was enough. It had been months, and you were finally ready to let your hair down.

And you were sure Simon must have moved on too.

Pulling a few dresses from your closet, you ring Stacey, your best friend.

"Still doing birthday drinks tonight?"

At her confirmation, you choose a dress that you left hidden in the back of the wardrobe, fish out a pair of heels and swipe some lipstick on before getting your bag ready.

Meeting up with the girls was cathartic, the music a little loud, but the drinks were flowing and the vibe was great.

You flick out your phone, and take a selfie of you in your dress before uploading it to social media.

Little did you know that picture was going to change your life.

a/n Sorry its so long, i started writing a hour ago and i just couldn't get these guys out of my head! Hope this ties these two up! I loved exploring them both x

@misshugs @frudoo @thevoiceinyourheadx @xoxunhinged @muneca-lemon-steppa @yesornowaitidontknow @shadowdark00

[judeswhore]

hope it never ends; jude bellingham

summary: mornings in the bellingham house

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none just pure fluff

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is based off of this ask i got <3 idk how i feel abt this but here we are :)

still half asleep, jude shuffled himself up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist, tugged you a little closer to his chest to sink into your warmth. a low noise tumbled from your lips as he pressed his nose into the back of your neck, your hand settling over the top of his. the sun was starting to peak through the small gap in the curtains but it was your first sunday off and neither of you were in a rush to start your day. you shuffled back to be even closer to your boyfriend and he laughed softly, the noise a little rough and coated with sleep.

“missed me?” he asked, so quiet it was almost a whisper, the words slightly muffled by your skin. he peppered kisses over your shoulder, tugging a little at the arm of your shirt to expose more of your skin to him.

“always miss you.” you hummed when he started to slip his hand beneath your shirt, fingers splaying warm over your stomach. he brushed his thumb lightly against you and for the first time in three days you felt yourself relax. “don’t ever go away again.”

away matches had always been difficult, you hated when jude left and you had to find other ways to entertain yourself that didn’t involve him. but it had only gotten worse since you’d had your daughter who you were sure missed her dad more than you did. she would complain the whole time he was away, would be extra difficult during bath time and bedtime, half demanding she facetime jude before she sleeps. dealing with an overly spoilt daddy’s girl alone should be considered an olympic sport.

“i was thinking we could go away together. just the two of us.”

“away?”

“yeah, just for the weekend or something. figure we need a break.” he mumbled, lips still pressed to your shoulder. you could only nod, a small smile kicking up the corner of your mouth at the thought of getting to spend some time just the two of you. you adored your daughter but sometimes it was nice to have a break, especially if you meant you could get jude all to yourself.

“i’d like that.” your eyes were starting to close again, the steady rise and fall of jude’s chest and the soft back and forth of his thumb comforting. “y’think we can get an extra hour?”

“mhm, probably. i turned your alarm off when i got in, we have nothing to do today.” you muttered a soft thank you at that, always grateful for the smallest of things he does. jude shuffled and tugged the duvet further up over your bodies, tucking you in warm and tight. “go back to sleep for a bit, yeah?”

content in his arms you felt yourself starting to slip back into sleep, his soft even breaths tickling over your skin lulling you. but mornings could never be peaceful in your house for long.

the bedroom door slowly creaked open and you felt jude blow out a breathy laugh. “it’s like she knows.”

“mummy? can i-“ gaia peaked her head around the door, still looking half asleep in her twisted pyjama top. it was one of jude’s old football shirts, cut to fit her like nightie, still much too large but her favourite thing to sleep in when her father was away. she cut herself off when she spotted jude in the bed, a smile stretching her lips, face lighting up and then she was rushing into the bedroom.

“daddy!”

jude barely had time to untangle himself from you before she was climbing onto the bed and diving at him, knocking him back with the force. he laughed at her eagerness, wrapping her up in his arms and squeezing. she clung to his neck and you worried slightly she might choke him.

“mornin’ trouble.” he teased softly, rubbing his hand over her back in slow, loving motions. you shifted to prop yourself up a little, chest tight with adoration as you watched your two favourite people. gaia hadn’t even looked at you, was too busy trying to climb inside her fathers body with how tight she was holding on to him.

“i missed you.” she told him, finally pulling back to sit in his lap, grinning up at him with identical eyes. he swiped his thumb over her cheek before cleaning the smallest bit of sleep from the corner of her eye.

"yeah?" jude leant back against the pillows, half propped up as as he worked to fix his daughters shirt. "how much?"

"this much." gaia held her arms apart as far as she could, stretching a little to make the distance further and jude gave a playful gasp.

"that really is a lot."

"uh huh." she nodded her head with a serious expression.

"but i probably missed you more." he stated and you huffed a laugh at your daughter's offended look, her brows drawing in as she shook her head.

"did not."

"did too. you missed me this much," jude took hold of both gaia's hands and held them out at her sides again. "but i missed you this much." his fingers found her sides and he tugged her closer, leaning in to attack her face with kisses. she let out a shriek of surprise that turned into a fit of hiccupy giggles as she tried to squirm away from him. jude's lips met every inch of her face they could and you couldn't hold back your own laughter each time he made an overdramatic kissing sound.

"see, i missed you loads more." he laughed keeping her locked on his lap despite her attempts to get free, his fingertips tickling over her sides.

"no! mummy!" she gave another loud giggle and pushed at jude's face as he continued smattering kisses over her cheeks. it was the first time gaia had even acknowledged you were in the room and you simply raised your eyebrows at her when she attempted to look at you. "tell him i missed him more."

"i don't know if you did, baby, that's a lot of kisses." you mused, moving closer over the bed so you were pressed against jude's side. he'd stopped kissing her but he was still tickling her side, tears of laughter ready to spill over her lash line.

"but i made daddy cookies!" at that jude stopped, holding his arms up in surrender and gaia dropped backwards against the mattress with a dramatic sigh, chest heaving as though she'd run miles. she closed her eyes and laid in an uncomfortable sprawled out position, her legs in jude's lap.

"you made me cookies?" he asked. "and didn't tell me straight away?" he was feigning offence but he couldn't hold back his smile when he watched his daughter sit herself back up. she nodded as she clambered back onto his lap, perching herself on one of his legs.

"and i decorated them."

"oh well i think you might've missed me just a little bit more." jude grinned and pinched his thumb and pointer finger together, left only the tiniest bit of space between them. "like maybe this much more. how did you decorate them?"

"with faces.” gaia started to wriggle, getting ready to climb off the bed. “can we go eat them?”

“it’s a little bit too early for that, g.” you told her, reaching out to wrap your arm around her waist. she gave a loud laugh when you pulled her back, settled her down into the small gap between you and jude. she let you tuck her into the space, snug between you as jude pulled the duvet back up to cover you all, a soft smile on his lips.

“why don’t we just stay here and watch cartoons for a bit yeah?” he brushed his knuckles softly over her cheek as she snuggled down into the pillows before leaning in and kissing her head. “wanna spend some time with my favourite girls.” he glanced up at you with that and crooked his finger, his lopsided smile making your chest ache. “c’mere.”

gaia gasped when jude leant over to kiss you, a fleeting press of his lips over yours, her hands landing on both of your faces to push you apart. she waggled her fingers and tried to look stern, an expression that made her scarily like jude.

“uncle jobe told me i have to stop letting you kiss.” she stated, her tiny hand covering her father’s mouth as you captured her other one between both of yours. jude playfully bit her finger, grinning when she yelped and pulled away.

“you shouldn’t listen to uncle jobe.”

“why not?”

“because he’s an idiot.” jude leant over to the bedside table to grab the tv remote and when he turned around again gaia had shifted to try and snuggle into his side. he shared a knowing look with you, both of you aware your daughter wasn’t going to leave him alone for the next few days.

“i love uncle jobe.” she said, words muffled by the cotton of jude’s shirt.

“doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot. here, switch to this side, bug, then we can all snuggle yeah?” tucking his hands under her arms he lifted her to the other side of his body as he shifted into the middle of the bed, propped up just a little by the pillows. gaia snuggled straight back into his side and sent you a bright smile.

“c’mon, mummy.” she waved you over and jude matched her smile, holding his arm open so you could tuck yourself under it, your head settling comfortably on his chest. you brought the duvet around the three of you as you and your daughter snuggled down into jude’s warmth, happy to be back in his arms even after the short time apart.

“my best girls.” jude pressed a kiss to the top of both of your heads, unable to get rid of his smile or the overwhelming love in his heart. gaia held your hand where it rested on his stomach, your thumb soothing back and forth over her skin and jude wished he could stay like this forever. he never wanted to let the two of you go. “i love you both so much.”

[mysticmellowlove]

pls needy!yan x ignoring!reader

note; feeling like an academic weapon in one class while being an academic victim in another is a harsh reality :')

warnings; fluff, so unserious lol, reading this back there is like a subtle yandereness whoops, it was cute though so i hope you still like it

There was one thing in this world that would never change. Work will always continue to be a part of your relaxing afternoons. As your fingers clacked on the keyboard, a riveting sound that had you considering if you'd buy one of those specifically clacky boards instead, the monotonous sound drowned out everything else.

A slow and exaggerated blink later and you realised that maybe two things would never change in this world. Your boyfriend, packaged in a small parcel of sugary sweet words and devious hands, was whining at you from the doorway to the office. If you were to look up from your computer and make eye contact there would be no escaping the resulting cuddle session.

Sometimes you wondered how he even survived without you before... though you'd never actually ask him that as he would most definitely say that he was basically dead. Your boyfriend really was just a funny little guy.

"Baby.... you've been working all day." A sigh came from the corner of the room. You schooled your expression as you took a sneaky peek from the corner of your eye, he was no longer at the door. You flicked between pages on your computer and tried to get back to your work.

"Have you forgotten about me?" A sulky tone seemed to drift closer, he was on the move again. A small laugh bubbled up, was he seriously doing this? You two had date night only yesterday, a whole night dedicated to taking him out and swamping him with affection.

In a matter of moments, you jumped as he launched himself onto your lap, his arms winding around your neck. He seemed to sink into you, his body instantly relaxing as you pursed your lips, a soft sigh leaving your mouth.

Still, you continued to work as he fiddled with the hair at your nape, twisting it around his fingers and slowly tugging at it. The urge to simply stop what you were doing and take a nap was high, but there were things you had to get done.

It began to get substantially harder when he began to pepper kisses on your neck, using his intimate knowledge of your sweet spots to try and drag your attention away from your computer. Willingly or not you felt your body relax as he lightly sucked on your skin, drawing it into his mouth.

"I'm busy." You muttered as you swapped your screen to the graph you were working on in excel, the numbers looking even more annoying than they did ten minutes ago. His smile seemed to spread as he pressed his face into your shoulder.

"But wouldn't it be better to spend time with me instead? You can finish this later." He whispered, his voice low and seductive as he peeled himself from your body. You dodged his gaze as he looked at you, an exaggerated pout on his lips.

"Let me take care of it, let me take care of you." He drawled as he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead and then the side of your mouth. A huff of air left you as you leaned to the side to see the screen better.

"Babe." A certain tinge of harshness leeched into his voice for only a moment before he was kissing your eyelids, forcing them to close. An exasperated sigh left you as you finally let your hands clasped around his waist.

"Go sit on the couch, let me save this first and then we'll spend time together, yeah?" Despite the annoyed look on your face you couldn't help but melt under the cheesy grin he gave you.

"Of course! Love you baby!" He cooed as he jumped off of you and skipped over to the office door. You rolled your eyes as you hit the save button on your computer and went to stand up.

You spoilt him too much...

[six-eyed-samurai]

HEHEHEHEH >:3 all im saying is rindou x popular!reader? like bratty and full of herself. REGINA GEORGE. REGINA GEORGE READER. but not actually

SORRY IF THIS IS CONFUSING I JUST WANNA KNOW WHATYOU THINK AND IF YOURE WILLING TO WRITE IT OK LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH MY WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP OF THE PERFECTLY WARM HOT COCOA WITH THE SMALL BUT REALLY TASTY MARSHMALLOWS <3 (almost typed mushrooms LMAAOO)

A/N: PLEB MY BELOVED TERIYAKI PEACH I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG YOU ALREADY KNOW MY EXAMS AND SHIT BUT RAAAAAH ALSO I NEVER WATCHED MEAN GIRLS (the number of people about to murder me rn) SO I HOPE I'M ACCURATE, PLEASE ENJOY IN RETURN FOR THE VIP I LOVE YOU TO PLUTO AND BACK (Did someone say mushrooms? Well, I am a fun-guy- get it? GET IT?!) WARNINGS: Swearing and breaking the fourth wall. Nowhere says the Haitani brothers attend high school, but nowhere also says they don't, so here they do.

🌸First of all, let this be known that the one and only Haitani Ran came up with that title and is responsible for the whole story below (or so he claims, because I did about 80% of the work typing this out).

🌸Anyways.

🌸You meeting each other was probably inevitable - the Haitani brothers the head delinquents of Roppongi, you the literal head of every single popular girl clique.

🌸Do you hit off at once? Absolutely not. You made a very cutting comment about Rindou’s hair, even after your terrified girlfriends (minions) warned you about who he was and similarly Rindou called you a wannabe with fake Prada and your makeup was smudged.

🌸What a great start to a friendship! From that day onwards every time you both caught side of each other it was snarky jab after snarky jab at each other’s hair, clothes, shoes, speech, grades, lunch, anything you both could think of.

🌸Rindou hates you because you’re just such a prissy, spoilt princess brat with hella nice hair. You just hate him because who does he think he is to insult your fashion taste? So what if he’s a total bad boy delinquent? What about it?

🌸Ran thinks it’s hilarious. Rindou cannot not talk about you even when you’re not around, even if it’s just the repetitive complaints of your usual petty annoyingness, and gee, Rin-Rin, are you really that obsessed with them that you even still think about what colour their nail polish are in the middle of a fight? It’s almost worth missing a nap, Ran decides, when he can record Rindou spluttering out protests and declarations that you’re the ugliest, nastiest girl he’s ever met.

[Ran turns the camera to his face] I think my brother is a kindergartener afraid that girls have cooties. Sigh, he was supposed to be the more mature of the two of us.

🌸Even your traitorous girl clique were shipping you both! Even after you told them to shut up! Ugh! You don’t need them to stalk out his socials, you don’t need them yammering about how you always greet him in the corridors (”Did a dog shit on your shoes, Haitani?”), you don’t need them taking pictures/photoshopping you both together. Just, ew.

🌸Once again, so what if both your rivalry was turning into a…really weird obsession?

🌸You were pretty sure you hated Rindou with a burning passion, but one day you caught yourself studying your figure in the mirror, judging - judging?! - your own outfit by his standards: what sort of comments would he make this time? Is he going to jibe that you had finally found a skirt shorter than you? Are you actually wondering if he’d like it?!

🌸You CANNOT be seriously breaking one of the sacred rules of no pink on Wednesdays right now either just because Rindou had once made a muttered remark this being the only thing that looked good on you.

🌸Rindou was quite certain as well that if he could, he’d run a bus over your snobby ass but…here he was, cringing at whatever made him stop by the roadside asking if you needed a ride home since it was raining. Not because he cared or whatever. He hoped you got soaked to the bone sitting on the back of his motorbike. And that your hair gets messed up from wearing his helmet.

🌸You treating him to the boba cafe that nearly opened the next day was also strictly returning a favor so you didn’t have to owe your biggest nemesis. In fact, HE should owe you for making you wash his stupid jacket that he had forced you to wear that night as protection from the storm.

🌸Rindou sasses you right back, but yes, he supposes he owes you another drink. And another. And another. And another.

🌸At this point it’s so obvious the only reason none of you have admitted you’re practically dating already is because of your egos and reputations.

🌸That is, until one day when you’re strolling home by yourself and scrolling on your phone to scoff at Rindou liking your latest photo, A FEW DAYS AFTER YOU POSTED, you’re cornered by several members of a gang with a grudge to settle with the Haitani brothers - what better way to do so than to target Rindou’s girlfriend (see, if they were targeting Ran, they’d have to target every girl in the neighborhood, playboy that he is).

🌸Now you might be a prissy mean girl but that don’t mean you can’t kick ass physically. One of them made the stupid mistake of trying to grab your arm and EW, WRECKED YOUR NAILS? You slapped him pretty hard for that…and the rest too, with your new handbag, which made you even more pissed off, because hello, that shit was designer?!

🌸Also, congratulations, you've managed to make them all extremely self conscious while unconscious with your jibes about their appearances.

🌸Unfortunately that can't help you when more of them show up and you're outnumbered. At least you're going out with a bang…but not in the way you think when Rindou’s motorbike suddenly plows through them, engines revving, an irritated expression on his face.

“The only one who gets to piss my girlfriend off is me, so hands off.”

🌸Most people would've thanked him once he was finished knocking them all out but you immediately start berating him for taking so long in arriving.

”You really took your sweet time driving here, so of course I just decided to head home myself! I didn't need you to accompany me!”

He rolls his eyes because if he ignores your ungratefulness he can see your fingers trembling as you picked the items fallen from your bag, evidence of you still being shaken up. This (bratty) behaviour was just your…coping mechanism? Or maybe just typical you. “Then how'd you get surrounded so easily?”

“How was I to know people wanna beat me up today?!”

“You know what, stuff it and get on the bike. I'm taking you home whether you want me to or not.”

You stuff it and get on the bike. Rindou only uses that tone when he's worried.

🌸Aaand then it's only when you're on your doorstep do you realize what he had said.

🌸Rindou sees you frozen and raises an eyebrow. “What is it this time?”

“You called me your girlfriend.”

“So I did. You're not? Aren't we going on dates and everything? Sorry, “outings just between the two of us”?”

“We never talked it out or agreed on anything official!”

“I didn't know we needed to file a form and get a stamp of approval in order to go out.”

“OMG, you're so annoying I can't even - fine, I’ll…be your girlfriend. The moment you get a better haircut.”

…

“WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE! Ugh, gotta go redo my makeup now.”

“Stop talking about my hair then, before you look at yours.”

He's still smirking as he leaves.

🌸So now Rindou has not one but two divas in his life. He can't decide which of you is the lesser evil, because on one hand he has Ran killing his wallet with all his dye jobs and on the other you're demanding his wallet for that new pair of heels he's pretty sure will break in less than a day.

🌸What are dates like? You dragging him off to clothing/shoes/jewelry stores, mall dates where you empty him of all cash on dessert and boba, going to the latest trending cafe while you judge everyone around you, spill all the gossip at school and naturally, talk about yourself (Rindou secretly eats your cake and zones out when the last one happens).

🌸If you've seen that reel of someone digging a hole in their cake to secretly reach the other person's cake…you know what Rindou does now.

🌸However both you and Rindou's favourite kind of date is when you're just driving around aimlessly in your shiny sports car with the wind blowing through the windows and the only fights are over your music choices: popular ones from Instagram (you) and whatever strikes Rindou's fancy.

🌸Has Ran attempted to gatecrash your dates and plead to drive your car? Absolutely. Have you let him? No. It's one of the few things you and Rindou agree on.

🌸You can be pretty annoying with that full of yourself attitude, “camera eats first!” mindset and double meaning words, but it's only annoying because Rindou has to go clean up your messes and apologize - apologize - to whoever was dumb enough to incur your wrath lest you get into trouble (for the millionth time). You'd never admit it, but you'd stopped directing any of that bxxchiness at him a long time ago.

🌸For anyone that did something wrong to Rindou though? Hell hath no fury like a woman with an ego bigger than Jupiter and a protective instinct for her man.

🌸If Japan has prom, you both would be crowned king and queen. If someone's hosting a party, you both would be the ones rocking the dance floor. If any of this happened, it's because you forced Rindou and he can't say no, however much he grumbles.

🌸First kiss was probably during some heated argument in front of everyone and Rindou claims he only instigated it because he wanted to shut you up. You reveled in the gossip that came with such a scandalous affair but yes, he took you very aback with the “Because I love you, dumbass?!”

🌸(Ran recorded everything and posted it on his super secret fan account following his favorite crack ship, the two of you.)

🌸Rindou doesn’t strike me as the jealous type. He KNOWS, however full of shit you are, you ain’t going to leave him for any of those losers just staring at your ass. To him they’re just minor annoyances, like flies - bothersome, but easily dealt with. Besides, who’s crazy enough to take THE Haitani’s girlfriend?

🌸You don’t get jealous much either, or so you claim. It’s quickly proven false whenever you snap spitefully at any girl who dares to lay a manicured hand on him - you won’t even tolerate your own girlfriends. You’re proud of the fact he’s so attractive, but that makes you even more possessive, because some deep, dark, insecure part of you is afraid he’d leave you for a similar girl, because surely there’s no difference between you and them. Just petty, bratty, arrogant mean girls.

🌸”I’m just going to get this tattooed on you, because for the hundredth time, sweetheart, I’m not going to leave you for some airhead bimbo. You’re more than just a face, and yeah, you really need to get off your high horse sometimes, but I’m still here, aren’t I?”

🌸The sappy moment is ruined when you sniffle and slap him lightly for making you cry and ruin your mascara. Rindou sighs (how many times has he sighed throughout this piece of writing already?)

🌸Average conversation between you and Rindou:

“I’m not surprised he got beat up with that kind of hair…is he trying out a new style from the slums?”

“Mhm. Couldn’t even throw a punch properly.”

“I bet you put him in his place, bae.”

“I’d kill myself if I didn’t.”

🌸And if the person in question overhears?

“Oh…we were just, you know, discussing your ah, state of hair. Bad hair day? Thought so.”

“That black eye really goes well with it, don’t you think?”

“Now that’s why you’re my boyfriend.”

[demonmarker]

Beautiful with you Ch.3

So I'm going to have to post this in two parts cause apparently there's a character limit for each post so I'll link the second part under the fic. Thank you everyone for the likes and reblogs I love how much you guys are liking this story. Hope you enjoy

Trigger warnings: Mention of death, scars and lots of smut

Ch.1 Ch.2

You let out an exhausted sigh as you open the door for Nina, Regina and tail-wagging Alexander. Nina walks in, holding gently onto Alexander’s collar; she wasn’t too much taller than him so when she was down or exhausted he would aid her in just getting to her destination. You hold out your arm gesturing for Regina to go first, “Such a gentleman,” smiling that smile that only Regina George can. “With what you date, it’s not hard”….And the smile was gone from her face and now on yours as she glared at you. Your home was just that, a home, it wasn’t fancy or that big but you put pride in making it a safe, loving environment for Nina to grow up in. While most of the students at North Shore had their TikTok feeds show them the latest music and popular trends, yours was full of storage DIY tips and tricks, mum hacks for keeping the little ones happy, and the occasional sketchbook tour from artists with styles you like. “Well this is… cosy” Regina commented standing in the middle of the lounge room which opened up into the kitchen. You hook Nina’s bag up on the back of the front door, looking Regina’s way “Expecting a mansion like your own?” you walk past her to Nina. You could practically feel the mocking face she was making behind your back as you were bending down to Nina, and Nina’s precious giggles while looking behind you confirmed it, you rolled your eyes but kept a closed smile on your face so Nina knew you guys were joking… kind of. “How about you go put on your comfy clothes Princess and I’ll make you a snack?” As an answer Nina takes off running, one arm up in the air like a flying superhero while just announcing “FOOD!” in what you could only call her food goblin voice. “And let Alexander outside for a potty break please,” from down the hall you hear “Urgh fine,” in a tone like you were asking the world of her. You stand back up to your full height and give Regina a dirty look, “She’s known you for barely more than an hour and I’m already getting attitude.” Regina scrunched up her nose with a proud smile, “We have a bond.” Trying to rub it in your face. All you could do was shake your head and start making snacks.

Three episodes of Bluey and a PB&J later and little Nina was sound asleep on Regina’s lap. Regina motioned to the TV with an open palm, while you gathered the small unconscious body into your arms, “This show is just downright amazing! Bingo is so cute she reminds me so much of me” spoken proudly by the blond. You scoff, “Oh please, you are Muffin through-and-through. Spoilt and cranky.” You acted like you didn’t take notice of Regina’s dropped jaw, but inside you were pissing yourself laughing. You tuck a still comatose Nina into her bed and ever so gently brush the hair from her closed eyes, leaning down to lightly kiss her forehead, Alexander splayed out down at the end of the little one’s bed like he does every day and night. You pat his head which he nuzzles into “Come get me when she wakes up, okay Bud?” Turning to leave you see Regina leaning against the doorframe witnessing the whole thing, she didn’t say anything as she moved out of the way as you slowly close Nina’s door, leaving it slightly ajar. You both walk back out into the kitchen in silence, you do as to not wake Nina, Regina however because of the question she wanted to ask. You start tidying up the small mess left from the snack eating when Regina spoke up, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You knew what it was going to be. Letting out a large sigh you signal Regina to follow you. In for a penny, in for pound they say, and Regina was in for a heavy load. You lead her into your room and close the door behind you, there wasn’t a large chance of Nina waking but you can’t take any risks with this, she’s been through enough. You motion for Regina to take a seat on your Queen-sized bed, which she does and you sit next to her, taking and releasing one last large breath you let Regina in on everything. “We don’t have parents. Well at least not anymore.” You reach under the bed and pull out a large cardboard box and hand it to Regina who slowly opens it. She pulls out a yellowed newspaper dated back over three years ago, the main story, ‘Drunk driver crashes into family of 4 - kills 2 critically injured 1’, Regina’s hand covers her mouth in devastation while looking over the large picture of what was your family’s car turned into a scrap heap, crumpled into half its normal size. “I can’t remember the accident, I can’t remember the year leading up to it either.” Regina turns over the page and whimpers and her eyes land on a picture of a younger you with a purposefully blurred-out large piece of shrapnel sticking out of your right rib, little Nina can be seen screaming with a bloodied up head. Regina’s eyes scrunched as she saw the position you were pinned in, her head turning this way and that, trying to make sense of it, her face going pale, expression dropping as it clicked. “You shielded Nina.” She whispered looking at you, but you couldn’t do the same as the tears started falling silently from your eyes, you stare up at the ceiling trying to blink them away.

“I-.” your voice gets caught in your throat “I get flashes of the lights coming towards my side of the car, I still can hear my Mum’s scream before the impact but that’s it. That’s all I can remember.” You let out a sob you were trying so hard to hold back “I can’t remember being told I had a little sister for the first time, it’s just gone.” Regina sets aside the newspaper and gets down on her knees in front of you “May I?” her eyes go to the affected rib. With a sniffle, you nod silently, not able to meet her eyes. She reaches for the hem of your black long sleeve and slowly pushes it up, you help her by just taking the whole shirt off in the end. Her eyes went wide with shock as she sees the scarred flesh take up half of your toned stomach and stretch all the way round to the other side of your back. Without thinking Regina leans in, kissing all around the old wound, a soft moan leaving your lips as your hand instinctively tangles into her long blond hair, whispering her name. When she hears her name on your lips she lifted her head from your midsection to push hers against yours, her lips so soft against your own you subconsciously hoped that you’d be able to spend the rest of your life kissing these lips. The kissing was heating up and you found yourself reaching to lift Regina on top of your lap straddling you. You both continue to kiss once more, Regina starting to slowly grind herself on your thighs, reaching up to release your long dark hair from the hairband that held it up, twirling your long strands around her fingers, tugging your head back to expose your neck for her to feast on with her lips, licking from your collar bone all the way up to your jaw line, releasing a moan from your throat Regina pulls back “You know the colour system right?”, It took you a little bit to register what she was talking about since you were out of it from the arousal she stirred up inside you, but you eventually nodded “Of course,” “Good” Without warning you were pushed back onto the bed, Regina moving off you to start unbuttoning your jeans “Colour?”

Pt2

@dark-hunter16 @natashamaximoff-69

[silvervioletvalentine]

‘I know I've got a big ego, I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!’

Pairing : Lewis Hamilton X FemOC Candy!

Summary- in which she’s a spoilt , Primadonna girl and Lewis will do anything to get her to be his girl.

Candy didn’t know when this whole thing had started, what it was about her that had him so hooked and so obsessed with the idea of getting her to become his girl , to let him be her man.

She had done everything she could to deter him , she turned up to a high class bitchiness level that she had never even reached before . More cunty and more cruel than her friends could believe , getting great amusement out of putting one of the hottest , arrogant men down a few pegs every time she seen his pretty face .

But sometimes he got beneath her skin and wormed his over the top affections , his poetic words and endless promises of the a luxurious life he could give her.

Candy was certain that he would give her his kidney If she so much as hinted at wanting it, his promise of never ending supply of love and gifts never did fade .

Even when she thought that maybe , just maybe he had finally grown sick of chasing after her like a dog after his favourite ball.

It had been quite for the last three weeks , far more quite than she had grown accustomed to over the last year of knowing Lewis.

It unsettled her , a weird ache settling between her chest as she contemplated the fact that maybe he really had grown bored with her silly games , of her constant mean rejections and petty excuses to deny his affections time and time again.

And candy thought that she would be fine with this , that it wouldn’t bother her when things came to a still end like they always did with men’s attention waned on her after time had passed .

But instead of the indifference that she expected to feel , she just felt like a hole had been run right through her .

A frown settling over her pretty face the last few weeks when she realised that Lewis really wasn’t reaching out anymore . He usually never went a couple days or more without some type of communication .

It bad her rattled and she didn’t like it at all.

So she picked up her phone and dialled his number before she could find the reason in her brain telling her not to .

She was almost surprised when after only a couple of rings , he actually picked up. But she was too annoyed and too keyed up to even think of why he sounded so amused when he sang a pleased hello.

She cut straight through him without even wasting a single breath .

“Have you been in a terrible accident ? Have you lost your legs? Your voice? Have you sudden developed amnesia and forgotten who I am?” She bit out at him , offended by his lack of attention these past three weeks.

Despite the way that the last time she had seen him, she had told him to shove his designer gifts for her where the sun didn’t shine and to leave her the fuck alone.

To be fair , she had been on her period . Pissed off from the constant pain and moody from her suffering . And secondly , she hasn’t expected him to actually leave her the fuck alone.

This wasn’t how their game went at all. He should have been here with some pretty , sparkly things while telling her how much he had missed her.

What the hell was he playing at , ignoring her like this?

“Missed me sweetheart? I thought you didn’t want to see me? Changed your mind again?” He teased her , a giddy tone in his phone at the thought of her missing him so much.

It had been torture for him not to be Constantly on her ass and around her like he usually was , but he had just wanted to see what would happen if he really did follow through with her demands to fuck right off.

Half expecting Her to never reach out again, he was pleasantly surprised to hear her furious voice shouting at him again. It made his body relax and a smug grin settle on his face .

Candy let out a infuriated noise “no I didn’t! I was actually - I was actually just calling to let you know that I’ve moved on! adiós to you!” She shrilled.

Picking up her fluffy cat and hugging him to her chest with her free arm for comfort , the same rag doll that Lewis had gotten her for simply looking pretty this summer.

Lewis let out a chuckle , knowing her like his favourite well read book.

“Oh yeah? And who’s the lucky guys name? Anyone I know?” He played along. Putting his phone on speaker as he drove along the familiar road to her home .

Candy scowled to herself , angrily pacing her room at how amused he sounded . Her eyes traced the framed pictures on her wall, landing on one from her favourite band .

She blinked .

“No you don’t know him. His name is - his name is axl. The hottest man I’ve ever seen, we’re in love.” She blurted out wanting to make him as upset as he had made her these last few weeks of ignoring her .

Lewis was clearly grinning , she could hear his smug , beautiful grin through the damn phone .

“Cool name . Well If you’re happy…” he trailed off .

Candy was officially enraged “you don’t care?!” She almost screamed angrily. Tears filling her eyes .

His voice was careful as he replied smugly “do you want me to care sweetheart?”

She paused , sniffled then huffed loudly . “No. I don’t care if you don’t care!”

Lewis grinned to himself “okay cool. So just to be clear , you’ve moved on with some guy named Axl and you don’t care that I don’t care?” He teased.

Candy put down her poor cat and threw herself down onto the couch with a scowl on her face , wrapped herself in a blanket and tried not to cry.

“Correct.” Was all she hiccuped “well then- I’m glad we’ve cleared this up asshole. Thanks for not caring!” She made sure to get the last word in before she angrily hung up the phone .

Then she screamed into her pillow .

Only Abruptly pausing her long scream halfway when a loud knock echoed on her door.

She quickly straightened up and threw on Lewis’s hoodie that he had left last time he was here annoying her . Stomping to the door with the sourness of someone who felt like she has been dumped even though she wasn’t even in a relationship to start with.

What was her life?

She threw open the door ready to grab whatever parcel was being delivered , then froze as she came face to face with a grinning Lewis at her door.

Dressed in a beautiful dark red tracksuit set , skin glowing and hair braided back perfectly . Candy suddenly felt self conscious as she became acutely aware of her messy bed hair and mascara rimmed eyes , dressed in nothing but pj shorts and his hoodie .

“Hey baby.” He simply said after a few seconds of her gaping at him with wide eyes. Then he casually shuffled past her body, his band grazing her hip gently as he stepped into her apartment like it was his own.

It took her a few moments to gather her bearings before she was slamming the door shut and turning to him with a mean glower on her face . Heart racing in her chest at his sudden arrival.

“What are you doing here?!” She exclaimed shocked , and annoyingly relieved that he was finally there with her .

She kicked his foot , hard. Angry with him.

Lewis just smiled , leaned forward to gently run his fingers through her hair affectionately.

“Came to see you and your new boyfriend Axl.” His eyes darted to her picture of Axl rose on her wall as he said it.

Candy swallowed leaning into his touch for a moment before coming to her senses and batting his hand away.

“You just missed him.” She lied.

Lewis chuckled , amused ? knowing that she was lying and knowing that she knew that he knew that she was lying too.

“How convenient.” Was all he replied before taking a seat at the end of her couch, sitting on the arm of it . He looked up at her with his smile softening into something more warm and lovely .

“I’ve missed you. You look as beautiful as ever.” He told her softly , taking a hold of the hem of her shorts to tug her closer between his legs .

She let him. Cheeks flushing lightly as she gazed into his warm eyes , feeling her body turned to mush.

“Really?” She wondered then looked around him with a slight frown “where’s my gift?”

Lewis let out a loud laugh at how spoilt she was, though he supposed it was partly his fault. He never did arrive without a gift for his sweetheart after all.

“Don’t I get a hug first? I know you missed me.” He teased her, trailing his hand up to her waist and gently rubbing her soft skin beneath his hoodie .

She let her arms rest over his broad shoulders , pouting down at him.

“You said you didn’t care that I moved on.” She mumbled annoyed with him still.

He chuckled , hugging her to him . Resting his chin on her stomach as he peered up at her beneath his dark lashes .

“What? Moved on with Axl rose your imaginary boyfriend? Don’t be silly baby. You know I’m the only one for you.” He told her softly , smiling up at her with affection written all over his beautiful face.

Candy frowned down at him , playing with the diamond stud in his ear .

“I don’t like you.” She reminded him just out of habit by now.

Instead of getting upset , he just giggled at her stubbornness to Admit what he already knew. “Then why were you upset that I didn’t care?”

“I wasn’t upset and I don’t care that you don’t care Lewis. I just think it was mean to abandon me like that for three weeks . I thought you were dead.” She dramatically snapped .

She had watched him at his races . She knew that he was perfectly fine. Which only upset her more because then what other excuse did he have for ignoring her like that then?

Death was the only reasonable excuse to do that!

He rose a brow at her , lifting her hoody to look at the sparkly diamond H belly stud that she had on. The same one he had given her last time he saw her.

He bent down his head and gently kissed it, smirking to himself as he felt her whole body shiver against his lips.

“Don’t like me ignoring you? Now you know how I feel. Isn’t nice is it?” He mumbled against another soft kiss on her belly . Only pulling away when she slapped his forehead not so gently .

He looked up to see her glaring down at him, furious.

“I do not ignore you like that!” She denied.

He rolled his eyes “you told me to go fuck myself the last time I was here. Then refused to pick up my calls the rest of the week.” He reminded her.

She just scoffed “I was upset! I was bleeding from my vagina Lewis! Not everything is about you! I wasn’t in the mood for your games!” She argued.

He paused, then tilted his head with a slight frown. “You could have just told me that. I would have gotten you a heating pad and some chocolate. You didn’t have to be so mean baby.” He said.

She just sniffled at him , gently rubbing at the back of his neck with her fingers absentmindedly. “I’m not mean.”

The look he gave her was full of disbelief “no? Then why aren’t you my girl then?” His question had her stumped.

She spluttered for answer , blinking rapidly . “Well- cause I’m not impressed.” She answered him shortly.

He barked out a laugh “no?” He grinned looking up at her with eyes full of amusement .

“The jewellery and the clothes weren’t enough? The cat , the paid of loans and your car? Still not impressive enough?” He listed off all of the things he had gotten her this past year . Growing more amused by the second as he watched her stubbornly shake her head at him.

“Nope.” She muttered arrogantly .

“Then what would it take for you to be my girl?” He wanted to know.

She searched her mind for something “a mansion like yours. With a king size bed. And - and your Ferrari.” She said the most ridiculous thing she could think of. Something he couldn’t give her.

His eyes searched her face for a long moment before simply humming . “Will you stay at mine tonight with me? Roscoe misses you.” He said already getting to his feet .

He grabbed her phone and keys from the table , not even waiting for an answer before heading to her door. Knowing she would follow him.

She did .

“What will we do? I don’t want to bored all night.” She huffed as she followed him out.

Letting him lock her door, absentmindedly grabbing his hand as he lead her down her apartment stairs . Missing the way he smiled down at her , shaking his head fondly .

They were almost to the car when he finally responded , making her skin flush red and knees weaken as he bluntly told her

“I’m going to fuck you so hard till you know no other name than mine . Then I’m going to eat you out for however long it takes for you to realise that there’s no one better for you than me baby.” He kissed the side of her head before pushing her down into the passenger seat casually .

Candy just blinked up at him in shock , face red and belly fluttering . “Oh. Okay.” She weakly spluttered in response .

Lewis just smirked and flicked her chin lightly before closing the door shut, jogging around to the drivers side quickly .

And Lewis never broke his promises. And by the time the stars were twinkling bright , his name was all she could scream .

When candy woke up the next morning , it was to the sound of Lewis ‘awwing’ loudly at something .

She grumbled to herself as she pushed herself out of his bed , blushing at the fact that she was wearing nothing but his shirt .

Lewis having put It on her while she exhaustedly let him look after her and tuck her into his chest , kissing her head gently as she drifted off to sleep.

Yawning loudly , she stomped her way down the fancy stairs of his home . Grumpy from being woken up .

“What the hell are you awwing at you weirdo?” She called out to Lewis the moment she caught sight of him in the hallway.

He looked over at her with a bright smile on his face , beckoning her over for a hug. She immediately fell into his chest , still tired as she lazily hugged him back.

“Roscoe loves kitties . It’s so cute.” Lewis casually told her , stroking her hair away from her face as she tried to wake up properly.

“Huh?” She let out confusedly wondering why he looked so smug and amused . Then she turned her head and froze as she saw roscoe cuddled up with mr snuggles , her cat .

She blinked at her cat in Lewis’s home , with his dog. Wondering if she was still dreaming .

Then She glanced over to the front room and saw her Tiffany lamps and her cushions on his couch , glancing down at the carpet to see her heart shaped rug there too.

She gasped loudly in shock “what the fuck?!” She immediately turned back to Lewis with wide eyes, gaping at him.

“Why are my things In your house? Why is my kitty here? What the fuck?!” She shouted in absolute disbelief .

Lewis just smiled at her serenely , clearing pleased with himself . He leaned down to stroke her cat when he walked over to him purring , leaving Candy to just blink at him in disbelief .

“You said that the only way you would be with me is if you had a mansion with a king side bed and well…” he pointedly looked around his mansion and the king sized bed she had gotten out of . Grinning proudly at her as he did so.

“What’s mine is now yours baby. And also…” he dug his hand into his hoodie pocket and pulled out some keys .

He opened up her placed and gently placed them in her hand. “There’s my keys to my Ferrari that you wanted as well.” He said.

Candy felt like she was going to pass out .

Gaping at this insane man that was more than happy to give her everything he had. She felt her heart swell in her chest, briefly looking down at the Ferrari keys in her hand and all her things in his home .

She spluttered “but-what? I can’t just live with you! That’s insane!” Her hands were trembling

around the keys at his casual devotion to giving her whatever the hell she wanted .

Lewis just shrugged casually , walking over to her slowly like she was a spooked animal. And maybe she was , she sure felt like a deer in headlights then.

What the fuck was her life?

“Why not? I’m in love with you and I’m pretty sure you’re in love with me. I want you by my side , always. And what better way than living with you?” He simply explained like it was that easy. And maybe for him it was .

Candy just looked at him like he had grown a third head.

“That’s pretty arrogant to assume that I love you Lewis!” She snapped at him stubbornly . Blushing red. “What if I hated your guts? This would be real awkward for you!”

Lewis just laughed at her attitude “oh yeah? So the ‘please Lewis! Fuck me harder Lewis! Just like that baby! all that was because you hated me was it?” He smugly copied her high pitched voice screaming last night .

Making her quickly slap his bicep with a embarrassed gasp, face feeling like it was on fire.

“Lewis!” She shrieked while he just giggled harder

“shut up! I do not sound like that! How dare you?!”

Lewis rolled his eyes at her fondly “how dare me? How dare you! Why are you being so god damn stubborn? Why can’t you just admit that you love me? We could be married by now if you just stopped being so mean!” He exclaimed right back at her in exasperation.

But never angry, no, not with her. He loved her

Too damn much after all.

“I’m not mean! Fuck you!” She yelled back.

“You already did and will again after you just admit that I’m right!”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Mr always right!” She sarcastically shouted back.

Lewis snorted a laugh “so you don’t want me then? Don’t want to live with me and drive my Ferrari?” He challenged her.

She paused , then fidgeted with the diamond tennis bracelet that Lewis had gotten for her , on her wrist .

“I didn’t - I didn’t say that-“

He grinned smugly “admit it then. Go on.” He gave her a nudge , utterly beaming by now .

Candy huffed like a child and rolled her eyes at him . “I just - are you serious?” She eyed him like he was playing some nasty , elaborate joke on her . Waiting for him to shout ‘gotchu girl!’.

Lewis squinted his eyes at her in disbelief “are you serious?” He returned the question to her in slight annoyance at her doubting him after everything .

“I’m obviously very serious baby , my god! Your cat is in my house and I just have you my Ferrari! What a weird, expensive joke that would be!” He exclaimed.

What a strange woman he was in love with he thought , so suspicious of him , Jesus!

Candy sniffed , clutched her diamond necklace on her neck (another gift from him) and slowly nodded her head.

“right . Well..” she uncomfortably cleared her throat , not one for being sappy or emotional over a man but damn , her heart was about to burst right now.

“Thanks babe.” She settled on lamely instead.

Lewis looked at her grimacing face then burst out into hysterical giggles . “You’re so welcome sweetheart. Come ‘ere” he tugged her over to him by her folded arm, grinning into her hair as he hugged her tightly to his chest .

His stubborn , spoilt girl.

Candy hugged him back without any hesitation, squeezing his waist tight . Sighing in content , she planted a gentle kiss on his chest .

“Lew?” She spoke up after another minute of just standing there cuddling in the front room while their pets stared at them like they were watching a entertaining show .

His smile was evident in his voice “yeah baby?”

She sighed in defeat , too happy to care about her pride anymore . “You’re so right by the way.” She admitted to him quietly .

He hummed smugly “yeah?”

She nodded with a huff “yeah.” She pulled away slightly to look into his eyes , he was so fucking beautiful it made her want to cry.

All mine. She almost growled , kissing his mouth just because she could . Lewis sighed against her lips happily

“Say it baby. Come on..” he whispered against her mouth , lips curling into a grin when she just sighed again.

“I love you. So much. And I missed you so don’t do that shit to me again. I’m not one to be ignored.” She told him sternly , pointing a nail into his chest.

He giggled and kissed her again “noted. Do not ignore my girl again.” He murmured then “and I love you too. You stubborn, mean girl.”

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have your Mercedes too? Just for Wednesdays?”

A pause , then “why Wednesday’s?” He asked amused.

She shrugged as she let him pull her down onto the couch to continue making out , side eyeing her blanket on his couch.

When the hell did he even do all this? She wondered? Still In disbelief that he had all her things moved into his home (their home now?) while she was asleep.

Was a sneaky little guy.

“Just to shake things up a little.” She replied simply.

Lewis didn’t even hesitate to agree.

Maybe she’d buy him a vegan waffle for dinner to repay him, she thought with a grin as she accepted his Mercedes car keys too.

She needed some new keychains , she thought mindlessly . Imagining the looks on her friends face when she rolled up in his Ferrari for their weekend brunches .

If this was a game , she had totally won. She thought to herself contently as she felt Lewis trail kisses down her neck.

A new mansion, two new cars and Lewis fucking hamilton as her man.

Oh yeah, she had totally won in life .

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

29th - Carlos Sainz

<word count - 3555>

Today was the day that came around once a year, where Carlos let you spoil him for a change. It was his birthday. Now, Christmas was also one of those days, but he had the excuse to spoil you too, and he always over did it. 

His birthday was the one day a year where you spoilt him. There was a slight damper on the mood, since he had to be at the track all day, and there was a lot of pressure on him and Charles this weekend as it was Monza. 

But, for after, you had planned the best night you could under the circumstances. To start off, you switched his alarm off as soon as you had gotten up, giving him an hour extra to sleep. As quietly as you could, you got everything of his ready for the day.

You set his clothes out on the chair in the corner, quietly ordered room service for when he woke up and left his keys, phone and wallet all in one place on the table next to the door. Before you quickly left the room, you checked that Carlos was still fast asleep.

There was no doubting that he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, so you slipped out of the door and went to the bakery downstairs. You grabbed the closest thing they had to a whole birthday cake, but you had one of those waiting for when you got home in a few days. 

You were quick to get back and found Carlos still asleep, dead to the world. Even if you still had ten minutes before you needed to wake him up, you couldn't resist the temptation. 

Crawling over the bed and sitting next to him, you gently shook his arm. "Carlos, hey, Carlos," you softly said as he slowly stirred awake. "Shit, did I miss my alarm?" He said, quickly sitting up. "No, no, you've got loads of time. I have sorted everything," I explained, pushing his hair out of his face.

"Anyway, you wait there for a second," you said, scrambling out of bed and over to the bathroom, where you lit the nine candles that you could fit on the cupcake you bought. "Happy birthday to you," you started to sing, turning all of the lights off in the room to add to the effect. 

"Happy birthday to you," you continued, approaching where he was sat in bed, with the cupcake. "Happy birthday dear Carlos," you sang, perching on the edge of the bed next to him. "Happy birthday to you," you finished, looking at the beaming smile on his face.

"Blow out the candles," you told him. He didn't get them all on the first try, but they were out after a short while. "Happy birthday, my love!" you smiled, putting the cake down and throwing your arms around his neck.

"Thank you, querida," he laughed, kissing you on the cheek. You sat next to him as he reached over to the bedside table and picked up his cupcake. Plucking the blown out candles off, he placed them down onto the table.

"This was the closest thing to a cake I could find, so enjoy," you told him as he peeled the casing off. "That is fine by me, this is one good cupcake," he nodded, holding it out to you to take a bite. Just as you went to have some, he tipped it and smushed the icing on your face.

"Really?" you rolled your eyes at him with a giggle.

"It's my birthday, I'm sure you can let it slide for today," he cheekily grinned at you. 

"Oh so that's how you're going to be?" you asked, wiping the icing off your nose and licking it off your finger. It was pretty nice. "I'm the birthday boy, of course it is," he said, nudging you in the ribs. "I'll let you off for today. Breakfast should be here-" you started, but were cut off by a knock at the door. 

"Any minute," you finished, going to the door and collecting everything you had ordered. "So, I got pancakes, waffles, avocado on toast, and a small selection of their pastry collection," I told him, putting all of the plates on the table. "Whatever we don't have today, we can put in the fridge and have tomorrow," 

"Sounds great," he said, taking an empty plate off you and grabbing whatever he wanted. 

"Your presents from me and everyone else are back at home, so you can have those when we get back," you explained, putting a pancake and a waffle on your plate.

"You're here, so that's the best present I could ask for," he smiled as your cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Well, I am going to make your birthday the best one I possibly can,"

"Like I said, you're here, so you've made a pretty good start there," he carried on flirting, loving how red you were getting. "Anyway, your clothes are on the chair and everything you could possibly need for today is over there,"

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. And I'll need you to text me when you're all done, we have dinner booked for tonight at eight," you told him. 

"Sounds perfect, but I should get ready. We've got a lot of expectations for this weekend," he said, and you could tell he was worried. It was Monza, and they had to do well. "I know, but you'll do great, I know you will. You'll get that Ferrari 1-2, I'm sure of it," you smiled, kissing his cheek as he got out of bed and started getting ready. 

"Thank you for all of this," he said as he was just ready to leave the hotel room. 

"No problem, it's your special day and I will see you later, birthday boy," you said as he opened the door. "I love you," he told you, leaning down and kissing you. 

"I love you too," you repeated, watching him walk down the corridor and into the elevator. He turned back to face you and shot you a smile and a wave. 

Finally, the time had come to pick Carlos up from the track and take him to dinner. They had finished a bit later than anticipated, so there wasn't enough time to go back to the hotel room then the restaurant - you were just going straight there.

You drove through the back entrance of the track and parked up. It didn't take you long to find Carlos, since the Tifosi always stuck out like a sore thumb in any crowd. "Hey," you said to get his attention. He seemed like he had zone out for a moment, so he snapped back into reality.  

"Hey, I am ready to get out of here," he smiled, slinging an arm over your shoulders. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way," he said, eyes raking up and down your figure as you walked beside him. You knew you wouldn't have time, so you got changed before you went to get him. 

"Thank you, you did great in practise today. I told you you'd smash it," you grinned at him. You could barely contain the squeal of excitement that escaped your lips when he topped the timing sheet and stayed there for the whole of FP2. Sure, it was only practise, but it showed the Scuderia some promise for the weekend.

"Yeah, you did," he nodded with a smiled. You directed him to the car and took him around to the passenger side. "Oh I can drive," he said, trying to take the keys out of your hand. 

"You have been driving all day, I can do it," you said, moving them out of his reach. Carlos always drove everywhere, so you wanted to for a change. "You sure? I really don't mind-"

"Do you not trust me to drive, Carlos?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"It's not that, it's a foreign country and you don't really drive at home as it is-" he started rambling, when you cut him off, "My love, I can drive perfectly fine. I got here in one piece, didn't I?" 

"Yeah, I guess you did. Just go slow, alright?" He asked. It really wasn't a case of him not trusting you, he didn't trust the other drivers around you. If he was driving, he'd control the car if anything went wrong, he wasn't certain you could. 

"Yeah sure," you sarcastically agreed, rounding the bonnet of the car and and clambering into the driver's seat. "So, where are we going?" he asked, gazing out of the window at all of the trees around the Monza circuit. 

"We're going for dinner, and then we're going somewhere else," you said, not wanting to give too much away. "And where would this somewhere else be?" 

"You will have to wait and see," you said, pulling out of the circuit and out onto the road. It was a stunning part of Italy and you loved looking at the scenery. "But it's my birthday," he whined, prodding you in the arm like a kid. 

"Carlos, you're twenty-nine, not eleven," you said, taking one of your hands off the wheel and prodding him back. "Hey, both hands on the wheel or you pull over and I'm driving," he suddenly turned all serious. "You really underestimate my driving skills," you grinned, glancing over at him. 

"What skills?" he giggled, waiting for you to tell him off. 

"If that's how you want to play around, the fine," you said, picking up speed down the empty road. "Querida, slow down," he instructed, thinking you'd just slow down and it was all part of the joke. "No," you smirked, bombing down the open road. 

The satinav told you to turn in two-hundred yards, and you were going to do that. "You need to slow down to turn, y'know?" he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. 

"I don't think I do," you said, slowing down ever so slightly and drifting around the corner. "Alright, I'm sorry, you are a perfectly good driver," he apologised, hoping you'd slow down. That was exactly what you did. 

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," he breathed, leaning back in his seat. 

"I've gotta keep you on your toes. It might be your birthday, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun," you smirked.

"Oh we're going to have plenty of fun just because it's my birthday," he winked at you, moving one of his hands onto your thigh. His fingers absentmindedly drew patterns across the surface, leaving small tingles in their trail. 

After around another ten minutes of driving, you parked the car and hopped out, running around the bonnet to open his door for him. "That's my job," he said, stepping out of the car. "Not today it isn't," you smirked, closing it behind him. 

"Come on, our table is waiting," you said, taking his hand and leading him through the restaurant. You told the waiter your name, and he took you through to your table. He left you to get settled and choose what you wanted off the menu, and the look on Carlos' face was priceless.

"This is cozy, huh?" You said, pulling his chair out for him. Carlos sat down, looking at the space around you. You had booked the small balcony at the back of the restaurant that overlooked the views that Monza had to offer. 

There were supposed to be a few other people out there, but the tables had been moved out of the way and it left just you two out there. Green vines snaked up the walls and around the balustrades, a few roses sprouting about them. 

On the table sat two, single red roses in a small vase - which was a bespoke touch you had made. The sun wasn't quite setting yet, so that gave you time to have dinner and go to the secret location. "This is wonderful. Did you do this?"

"I sure did. It's pretty easy to get these kinds of things when you promise to bring a Ferrari driver with you," you smiled. He was wearing the clothes that you had set out for him this morning, but he didn't have anything else to wear.

"I guess it is," he nodded, scanning through the menu. "What have you been up to today? I hope you didn't miss me too much," he said, setting the menu down as he had decided what he wanted. "I will always miss you, my love. But, I've just been exploring and found the place that we're going to go to later,"

"And that place would be?" he pressed as the waiter came outside so that you could order your food and drinks. "You don't need to know," you said, before turning your attention to him. "I'll just get a coke, please?" Carlos asked the waiter, earning a nod from the waiter. 

"Could I get a non-alcoholic passionfruit martini, please?" you asked. 

"You can have a drink if you want, I don't mind driving," Carlos interjected. 

"But you won't know where to go," you told him.

"You can just tell me where to go,"

"Carlos," you sternly said, looking at him. He got the message and left the matter. "I'll be sticking with the passionfruit martini, minus the alcohol," you said.

"Of course, are you ready to order your food or would you like some more time?" he asked, looking at you. "I'm ready if you are," you replied, looking at Carlos for an answer. 

"Yeah, I am. I'll have the classic spaghetti bolognese," he said, as the waiter scribbled it down on his notepad. "I'll get the same, please," you nodded, handing him the menus. 

"Perfect, I'll have your drinks brought through soon," he smiled, walking away back through the balcony door. "Well someone liked the look of you," Carlos said.

"Oh stop it, he's just being friendly," you dismissed him. 

"I didn't know friendly meant staring at my girlfriend," he said, resting his arms on the table. "Carlos, I am here with you, it doesn't matter," you tutted, taking his hand from across the table. "Whatever," he sighed, gently stroking your hand with his thumb.

Your drinks were brought out to you, and you spent the evening just talking and enjoying yourselves. You enjoyed every minute you spent with Carlos, and there was no one else that you wanted to spend the time with. 

"Can I see where this surprise location is now?" he asked as you finished off your tiramisu. 

"Just wait for a few more minutes, alright?" you told him. Secretly, you were just as excited as he was and you really wanted to show him what you had found. Quickly, you finished off your drink and dessert, before flagging the waiter down to get the bill.

"Was everything good for you guys?" he asked, pressing some of the buttons on the card machine as he spoke. "Yeah, really nice thank you," you said, getting your card out of your purse. "Querida, I've got it,"

"Not a chance, it is your birthday, let me treat you," you said, pressing it to the contactless screen as it beeped in confirmation. The waiter left you to slowly leave the balcony, and the sun was just about to start setting in around fifteen minutes.

That gave you plenty of time to get to the mystery location. "OK, let's get out of here," you said, standing and taking his hand as you looked at the view for one final time. You had a better view waiting for you, anyway. 

"Lead the way," he said, letting you drag him through the restaurant and back out to the car. He went to open the door, but you pulled him back. "Wait a second," you said, rummaging around in your purse for something. 

"Turn around," you told him. Dubiously, he looked at you, but ultimately did as you said and turned so his back was facing you. You stood on your toes since he was taller than you, and placed the red fabric over his eyes, tying it behind his head. 

"I did not think this was what this special surprise of yours entailed," he smirked, his tone indicating thoughts that were far from innocent. "Get your mind out of the gutter, mister. That is not where this is going, unless you behave. Then I might think about it," you said, helping him get into the car. 

"But it's my birthday, baby," he groaned, grabbing you blindly by the hips and nearly pulling you onto his lap. "Just do what I say for now, and you might get lucky when we get back to the hotel later," 

"Fine," he whined, letting go of you and letting you walk around the front and into the driver's seat. "What's the point in the blindfold?" he asked, his hand finding its rightful place on your thigh again. 

"I don't want you to have a clue where we are, that's the point," you told him, driving through Monza. Finally, you pulled up in a layby along a deserted road and helped Carlos out of the car. "Can I take this off now?" he asked, clawing at the knot behind his head. 

"No way, just wait," you said, pulling his hands away and gripping his arms from behind. You tried to help him walk along the track and where you wanted to be, but he wasn't making it easy for you. 

"Just take it off, it's not that hard," he whined, swaying so that you couldn't walk him in a straight line. "If you want to have your way later, then I'd suggest you deal with it," you scolded him as he straightened up at your threat. 

"But what if I fall over?"

"Then I'll catch you," 

"As if. If I'm going down, you're coming with me," he said as you turned him around the final corner of the track to get where you wanted to be. "OK, stand here," you said, putting him in the spot that would give him the best view. 

"There you go," you said, untying the blindfold and tucking it into your bag as you let him take in the scene. You had found a hilltop spot, encased in bushes that was completely secluded from the outside world. You couldn't hear any cars and there was no one else around. 

It was on the edge of the hill and felt like it overlooked the entirety of Monza. Off to the left, you could see part of the track as the sun set on the horizon, casting a bright orange glow on the world. 

As you stood next to Carlos, you admired how the light made his eyes look golden as he looked over the landscape. "This is what you were finding all day?" he breathlessly said, unable to look away from it. "Yeah," 

He looked down to his left and pulled you into his side - right where you were always meant to be. Pressing a soft kiss to your head, he stared out over the view once more. Looking over, you spotted your little helper, making his quick dash away as he looked at you with a smile.

You mouthed a quick 'thank you' as he disappeared through the bushes. "Come on, let's sit down," you said. Carlos turned around and spotted the picnic blanket with a big, wicker basket sat atop it. 

"Where did this come from?" he asked, sure it wasn't there when you got here. 

"I might have had a bit of help," you smiled as he walked over to sit down. He settled on the blanket with a soft thud. Carlos rooted through the basket, pulling out a big fuzzy blanket and some plastic champagne glasses with a couple bottles of tonic. 

"I know you can't drink, so I brought the next best thing I could find," you said, standing in front of him. Looking up at you, he could have swore his heart skipped a beat. You were stood there, and it looked like the light was emanating out from behind you, like an angel sent from heaven. 

You looked golden as your eyes lit up in the light. "C'mere," he softly said, opening his arms out to you. You sat down between his legs, resting your back against his chest. "This is mesmerizing," he said, pulling the fuzzy blanket around the two of you. 

"It is, isn't it," you nodded. From behind you, you heard the click of a camera and realised your little helper had come back. Carlos hadn't noticed, so you didn't want to take away from the moment. "Thank you so much," he whispered into your hair, "I love you,"

No one had ever done anything like this for him, and he would have stayed there forever, with you, if he could. He engrained every tiny detail about the scene into his brain like a tattoo on his memory. From the way the trees gently rustled in the breeze, to the way you slowly breathed in time with him. 

"I love you too," you said to him, allowing your body to rest more of your weight onto him. You never thought perfect was fully possible until now, and you savoured every second of it. Eventually, the sun sunk to behind the horizon, leaving you under the twinkling stars of the night sky. 

You stayed silent, enjoying the time. "Happy birthday, Carlos,"

A/N - I know there's only a few hours left of his birthday, but hey. Happy birthday Carlito 🌶💖

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Bad Blonde

This is a repost of as story I made on Wordpress when I migrated over there briefly. Will repost the next parts over the next few days

Lucy and her girlfriend Dora were enjoying a lovely Saturday searching for some unique finds at a variety of thrift stores. Being poor college students this was more of a necessity than anything else but they did get a thrill from finding long forgotten fashions. This didn't get them many friends on campus however as their tastes were mocked for being outdated and weird but they didn't care because they had each other's like minded company.

It was getting late and Lucy was getting tired but Dora wanted to check out one more store she spotted down an alley off the main street. Lucy didn't like the look of the dark empty alley but didn't want to admit she was scared.

"Don't you have work soon? Do we really have time for another store?" Lucy said to Dora trying to dissuade her.

"I have time as long as I go straight there from here. Come on we might discover a real find!" Dora said excitedly already walking into the alley. Lucy begrudgingly followed her.

The little bell above the shop door clanged as they entered the store finding it to be somehow even darker inside than it was outside. A heavily tattooed woman sat behind the counter not acknowledging their presence. The shelves were filled with odd knick knacks and items and most of the clothes were dark and tight looking. Lucy couldn't see a single thing that fit her style. However something did catch her eye.

In the back amongst a line of black wigs on mannequin heads sat a lone blonde wig. It was incredibly straight and smooth like it was made out of spun gold. The blonde colour was like a beacon to Lucy in the sea of dark shades and she felt drawn over to it. Picking it up it felt somehow even softer than she thought it would be and incredibly real.

As a lifelong brunette she had always been curious what she would look like with a different colour although strangely never wondered what blonde would look like. She always associated blonde with the mean girls who bullied her in high school or the spoilt sorority girls in college. Even the mannequin head that the wig had been sitting on looked bitchy. Lucy being the kind and gentle woman that she was, never entertained what being blonde could look like but as she held the wig in her hands she suddenly had a great desire to find out.

Slipping it on felt like putting on a snug glove. With a little tuck here and there the seams of the wig completed disappeared along with any visible signs of her brown locks. Finding a mirror she was almost taken aback by how different she looked. It may have been because the mirror was dirty and it was dark in the store but Lucy could have sworn her skin looked clearer and her lips looked fuller. Her postured shifted slightly the more she looked at her reflection.

With a hand on her hips and her chest sticking out she was suddenly reminded of all the mean blondes she had ever met and it sent a shiver down her spine. Although not out fear but out of pride. She was liking the way she looked.

"You look so good." Said an unfamiliar voice that sounded almost like it was in her head.

"What?" Lucy replied confused.

"I said you look good as a blonde." Dora said, Lucy having failed to realise she had been beside her the whole time. She put the mysterious voice down to Dora and focused on her reflection again.

"I do don't I?" Lucy said stroking the hair as if it were a part of her.

"Go on give me a go." Dora said reaching up to take the wig from her but Lucy reflexively slapped her hand away. A sudden flood of anger surged up in her.

"As if, you'd only ruin it with your big fat head." Lucy hissed at Dora as she looked her up and down like she was disgusted by her very existence. Tears welled up in Dora's eyes and she ran out of the shop. For a fleeting moment Lucy felt triumphant, even pleasure of what she did but then her conscience got the better of her. Ripping off the wig and stuffing it unconsciously into her bag she ran out of the store after Dora. She finally caught up with her girlfriend who was sitting on a bench gently sobbing.

"Honey I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. You know I didn't mean it right?" Lucy said sitting down beside her. Dora looked up at her wiping her tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, I guess. Sorry you know I am just a little sensitive about my weight. I probably over reacted, I shouldn't have tried to take the wig from your head." Dora said.

"You don't need to apologise, I was the one being a bitch. Look to make it up to you I'll buy tonights dinner and we can have it when you get back from work." Lucy said putting her arm around her but Dora quickly broke from the embrace and stood.

"Oh shoot I had forgot about work, I better go otherwise they'll dock my pay. I'll see you at home later. Love you." Dora said quickly hurrying away. Lucy blew her a kiss and headed home herself.

Arriving back a little while later Lucy tiredly went into her bedroom. Throwing her backpack on the bed she slumped beside it exhausted. Closing her eyes she knew she could almost fall asleep there and then but knew she should keep to her promise and get food for when Dora would be back. Opening her eyes she was surprised to see the blonde wig from the shop staring right at her. Sitting up she saw the zipper of her bag open and suddenly she remebered.

"Oh damn I must have stuffed it into my bag during all the drama with Dora. The store will be closed by now so I'll have to drop it back tomorrow. Hopefully they don't think I'm some thief." She said taking the wig in her hands and walking over to her mirror.

"It is such a wonderful wig though. Now that it's here it would be a shame if I didn't try it on again." She said to herself as her hands were already guiding it onto her head. Once again she marvelled at how fast it slipped snuggly onto her head and how her own hair seemed to vanish.

"God it does look fantastic on me doesn't it. I look kind of sexy as a blonde. Kind of naughty too." She said letting her hand slip into her panties to touch her increasingly wet pussy. Closing her eyes she started to picture how she would look to be a blonde all the time. Doing so turning herself on more. That's where she heard the voice again.

"You know what would be even hotter? If you opened your eyes, took off those glasses of yours and watched yourself finger yourself." The voice whispered. This time Lucy didn't question where the voice was coming from, instead she did as it suggested. Opening her eyes she removed her glasses and watched as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy slowly. She didn't have to imagine what it would be like to be blonde, she could just watch herself.

"Oh fuck why is this so much hotter?" Lucy said increasing her pace slightly unable to take her eyes off herself.

“Because it’s so dirty! You love how slutty you look with me on your head.” The wig replied clueing Lucy into where the voice was coming from. Lucy nodded in agreement. She should have been concerned that she was hearing an inanimate object suddenly speak to her but its suggestions were hitting all the right spots too much to care. This was something she would never normally do but with the blonde wig on she felt empowered and mischievous. She felt sexually charged knowing how so unlike her this was.

“Oh fuck you’re right! I look so gorgeous and hawt as a blonde! Almost as good as those sorority bitches.” Lucy said, her voice taking on a bratty whine.

“It’s a good start but let’s make some improvements. When I’m done with you those girls won’t even be in your league.” The wig said.

Immediately Lucy felt her body start to twist, shift & change. All the while she continued to pleasure herself.

First to change was her extra flab around her midsection. She watched in awe as it sunk into her belly. Not only that but she felt little pulses rhythmically hit her stomach. Each new pulse tightened her abdomen making it perfectly toned like that of a gym bunny. This extended out to her legs and arms too giving her a peak physique.

She felt instantly arrogant about her new athletic form as she observed it in the mirror and knew other girls would be jealous of her. She loved the thought of others green with envy about her.

“I feel so strong and flexible. God it’s so intoxicating!” Lucy moaned her hands soaking wet with pleasure.

“We’re only getting started my dear.” The wig said with mischief in its tone. No sooner had it said those words that Lucy felt her body start to lightly vibrate. As it did she felt all hair below her neck start to fall off her body giving her a perfectly smooth form. She felt it most immediately around her pussy. She was so distracted by it that she almost failed to register her skin take on a light tan head to toe.

“Mmmm I’m beach ready looking like this. I can see it now, me sitting looking like a million bucks lounging on a deck chair in designer sunglasses. Guys and girls flocking to my side. Oh god I want it now!” Lucy cried out imagining the tight animal print bikini she would wear while continuing to massage her clit.

“That will be your reality soon just a few more tweaks… oh this one may interrupt you for just a moment.” The wig continued and it certainly did as Lucy felt her nails double in length. She gasped as the fingers inside her suddenly caused extra sensitivity. The gasp quickly turned into a deep cackle. She loved how the new nails felt in and outside of her.

By now her mind was swimming with dirty and bad thoughts. How could it not when she looked every bit the bratty bitch she used to hate. She now knew why hot girls always looked down on her. She felt superior now. She felt herself recoil remembering how she used to look only minutes ago.

There was one thing missing though and somehow Lucy knew the wig wouldn’t give it to her unless she explicitly asked for it.

“I feel like such a hawt little slut now but if I’m to become queen bitch I need one more upgrade and I need it to be big. Make my boobs grow! Give me big perfect tits!” Lucy demanded and the wig obliged.

Lucy moaned as her chest heaved as her two petit breasts grew substantially bigger. The previous slight sag she had completely erased, replaced by gravity defying perfection. She took a moment from touching herself to massage her new tits lovingly.

“Fuck yes! I am perfection! Pathetic Lucy is gone! The mean uber bitch Lucia has been born.” She moaned sticking her fingers back in her pussy, inching towards climax. She looked upon her new body with vain satisfaction. Smirking she thought about how as Lucy she would shrink into the shadows in the presence of such beauty but as Lucia she would never be in dark anymore. Others would shrink from her.

“When you cum you’ll release enough endorphins to allow me to burrow deep into your head. You’ll make the bitch queen Lucia permanent. No one will stand in your way. You’ll become the meanest, hottest bully in town and your first victim can be that pitiful girlfriend of yours.” The wig said with a long cold laugh inside Lucia’s mind. However something didn’t feel right. She wanted this power so much but could she sacrifice her relationship to have it?

“No Dora can be left out of this, she is weak & ugly but meaningless. I won’t bully her.” Lucia said ever slightly slowing her pace as her conscience started to intrude.

“Don’t you see? She’s holding you back from achieving greatness! No one is above your power and you must embrace that! You have to destroy everything Lucy had if you are to become Lucia. Perhaps a little more incentive is needed.” The wig hissed and Lucia felt her tits grow even more, her waist further clenched and her butt grew out. Lucia moaned as the pleasure became unbelievable.

“Mmm maybe you’re right, that loser is standing in my way of achieving what I deserve! I need to drop her like the heavy weight that she is. No! What am I saying? She’s the love of my life and you’re evil! You’ve turned me into a cruel and egotistical narcissistic. I have to stop this now!” Lucia yelled reaching up to remove the wig.

The wig increased the changes, her face became steely cold, her nails even longer, it even mustered enough dark magic to change Lucia’s clothes into something tight and form fitting. Lucia smirked at how gorgeous she was, how powerful she had become but it was all in vain as she used all her willpower to rip the wig off.

Once the wig was off her body reverted back to her normal unremarkable form. Lucy had returned. However she instantly felt like she was in withdrawal. The thoughts of being Lucia lingered in her mind like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She needed to get the wig out of there.

Carefully rolling it up in a garbage bag she stuffed it into their freezer for the time being. As much as she wanted to get rid of it she just couldn’t compel herself to do it. Heading to bed she hoped that by the morning the hunger to wear it would subside…

To be continued…