#Julien has no right looking this good

[worstlovesong]

No words

[shoyoist]

now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed

I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm

──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki

content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!

sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.

he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.

he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.

like you're doing right now.

julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.

"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."

you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.

julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."

he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."

your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."

the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.

"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.

so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."

his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.

"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"

"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.

"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt 4.!

warnings: literally nothing

content: loser!ellie x reader

authors note: brewing a full length fic in my mind rn… this might be the last hc post 😓!!!

pt.3. taglist!

- loves matching with you. keychains, shoes, outfits, literally anything. if you have dyed hair, she’d dye a piece of hers to match you.

- makes up elaborate plots to kiss you bc she’s too cool and nonchalant to ask for a kiss ��😕

“ugh, my lips are just sooooo dry…”

“didnt you literally just put chapstick on 5 minutes ago?”

“yknow chapstick these days…so…low quality.”

“is this your weird way of asking me to kiss you?”

“noooo what!!! thats craaaaazy i have nooo idea what you’re talking about!!!”

smooch

“you’re so stupid.”

“i feel sooooo moisturized right now”

- always fidgeting with something. probably has a rubix cube keychain 😕🔥🔥

- speaking of, she has an excessive amount of keychains. like so many.

- covers her eyes and peaks through her fingers every time you change infront of her

- definitely audibly said “woah” when she saw ur boobs for the first time

- has so many dumb socks. dinosaurs, minecraft, pickles, literally anything she likes she has a pair of socks for

- scarily good at roblox obbies. you literally can’t play with her because she’ll be done in like 5 minutes 😞

- loves those papas cooking games. her faves are the taco mia one and the sushi-ria

- arizona green tea 🗣️🗣️

- will put on awful accents for hours on end just for fun 😞 esp the italian accent. it’s ridiculous 💔💔 or that frat dude accent

“suhhh dude”

- definitely built her own pc. put a picture of you in it too ☹️☹️

- calls you “dude” or “bro” on accident sometimes

- absolutely constantly argues w ppl on the internet. if she gets bored she just tells them to kts and blocks them 😕

- MAKES THE BEST PASTA EVER!!! it’s literally her favorite food and she’s constantly cooking it. even makes her own sauce 🔥🔥

- tries to do tricks while she’s smoking and just ends up a coughing mess

- her default pose in every picture is just her doing a thumbs up and looking at the camera like this 😐 but whenever she takes a picture with you she is absolutely CHEESING

- randomly takes 0.5 pictures of you constantly. has a whole album in her phone of all the pictures

- barely ever uses instagram, and all her posts are just pictures of you.

- “i could take a bear in a fight.”

- loves balancing things on your head when you fall asleep around her. one time you woke up to like 20 cheerios falling on your lap

- whenever she’s home alone she puts on insanely random outfits and then forgets she’s wearing them. one time you came home to her sleeping on the couch in a full suit

- lets you stand on the cart in the grocery store so she can stand behind you and push it around

- has had the same backpack since the 5th grade. she’s had to sow it back together 20 times and she refuses to throw it away because its ���special”

- stalks all your reposts on tiktok when she’s bored

“was this about me???”

- absolutely disgusted by like…any type of canned food. she will not go near it. ESPECIALLY SARDINES

- makes a million typos every time she texts you. her messages are like ancient scrolls you have to decipher to read

“sre tou comungw over todqy ??”

- every time she wears a hat she wears it backwards

- hates sharing her food, but will constantly eat yours

“just a little bite!!!” and she eats like half of it 😒

- has the julien baker rainbow guitar strap

- literally loves apples. so much. apple juice, apple pie, apple cider, literally ANYTHING that has apples in it/ is apple flavored she will DEVOUR IT

- whenever she cooks for herself, she just eats it straight out of the pot/pan.

“whats the point?? ‘s just more dishes to wash 😒”

taglist: if ur name is crossed, i cant tag u :((

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens graphic novel update: February 2024

Happy February 29th. A day that only happens once every four years deserves something special, so let’s dive right in.

ComicScene Awards win!

Good Omens: The Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel won the award for Best Crowdfunder at the ComicScene Awards! We want to say a huge THANK YOU; it’s an award voted for entirely by comics fans, so we appreciate the continued enthusiasm and championing of the Kickstarter. You can read more about the award here. A nice companion to the Comedy.co.uk Award win for Season 2 as Best TV Comedy Drama, and the British Film Designers Guild Planet Positive Award. Wahoo.

PledgeManager.

We’re happy to say that the PledgeManager launch is coming in a few weeks. With our monthly update in March, we’re planning to move to the next stage of the campaign: here you’ll be able to add your shipping addresses, pay for shipping, and add any additional items that you might have missed during the campaign. We’ll have FAQs available once it is launched.

Now to the new stuff…

Ready to rep the world’s best antiquarian and unusual bookshop? The first of our A.Z. Fell & Co merch has arrived: bookmarks are here and looking tip top. 

Our A.Z. Fell sample socks have, ironically, gone walkabout before we got a picture, however, here's a very quick snap of the Crowley pair.

Artwork, artwork and… some more artwork.

The prints keep on coming and this time we’ve got four in one. Behold, Anna Morozova’s take on the four horsewomen of the apocalypse in one glorious image:

The large-scale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet) by Julien Labit is underway, so here are a couple of sneak peeks at different locales from the world of Good Omens in their earlier design stages:

When we say it’s large-scale, wait until you see the full one. Huge! So much to explore.

And, in terms of artwork, we’ll end on a few inked previews from the graphic novel by Colleen Doran of our favourite Angel and Demon:

And… how would we describe it? A little mishap regarding losing the antichrist?

More pins.

You didn't think we could go this whole update without pins, did you? You can see updates of the pins outside of Kickstarter at goodomenshq.com. But for now, here's a few:

Future items…

Another ongoing thanks for sharing what you’d like to see in the eventual Good Omens merch store. We’ll have a few new things available via the PledgeManager directly from your suggestions - mainly alternative designs and variants for some add ons, with ambitions for plenty more on the official store. The list you’ve helped us put together is quite ambitious, but we’re up to the challenge *looks up how to make actual angel wings* 

(joking… we think?)

Moving forward, piece by piece. 

p.s. Another little preview.

Until next time.

[theshipden]

How would the main 6 react to finding out Mc has ptsd?

Cracks knuckles oh baby as someone with C-PTSD this is my JAM

Julien;

He listens to your explanation, never breaking eye contact. He understands, he’s a doctor, he talks you through it

When you’re having an attack, he’s quick to ground you and help you seek a good therapist

Protective asf, he will not let you do anything alone since it makes you nervous.

Learns every one of your triggers so he can prevent them, whether that’s stopping himself from doing it or someone else

Holds you and cries about what you’ve been through, promises to never let it happen again

Portia;

Post-traumatic- down-syndrome? (Tiktok reference)

Nah but she isn’t certain what that is or what it means, but she DOES read about it and teaches herself what it all entails

Asks julien for further knowledge and how to help

Asks if you need space, to talk, advice, or just her company

In the middle of your attacks, she rubs you. Whether it’s your hand, your back, carding her fingers through your hair, she’s anchoring you back to the ground again

Asks what you need from her when you’re anxious

“Reassurance? Quality time? A listening ear—a shoulder? I have two of those!”

Muriel;

He understands you more then anyone. And funny enough, your anxiety seems to go hand in hand with his own

You’re damn right people are scary!! And loud noises are overwhelming!! And you’re angry and scared and just want to feel safe!! Him too!!

He isn’t the best at staying grounded, honestly he’s still learning healthy coping mechanisms

But when he sees you struggling, he finds himself in the clearest state of mind. He listens, he’s nurturing, and very intuitive.

Smiles so soft and so warm when you calm down from an episode, never pushes you to talk

Sometimes, you panic together about the same thing. Something about seeing someone you love feel the same way as you do….feels like home. You’re not dramatic, you’re more in control then you originally thought, and you’re cared for. Just as you care for him, he cares for you

Nadia;

She’s very good at rationalizing your racing thoughts, using logic to soothe your panic when it seems to be becoming too much

Uses her hands to massage the tension out of your muscles and help you process and work through the feelings you’re having

Aromatherapy, 100%

Reserved a spa day for you, just you and her, no one else. She knows the company of the servants would make you mask

Probably offers to buy you an exotic animal just so you have someone at your side if she’s away when you spiral

Lucio;

This man probably tells you to calm down, not realizing that’s making it worse.

Blubbers an apology immediately after, stuttering wildly as he waves his arms frantically

“No! Don’t cry—-! Hey, darling, it’s alright! What’s happened? My love, can you look at me? Show me those gorgeous eyes, there you go, wonderful. Now, what’s gotten you so upset?”

Thinks someone’s responsible, fully plans on lynching them as soon as he’s figured out the culprit

If your trigger is an inanimate object, he WILL destroy it. And yell at the servants not to trigger you

Drapes his cape over you so you feel sheltered and calm, so you can hide if you don’t want to be seen but don’t want to be alone

Definitely glares at anyone who attempts to call you emotional or puts you down for a natural reaction to trauma

Showers you in compliments, covers the mirrors in little affirmations with lipstick

Asra;

He knew. He’s always known. Even before you did.

He’s very patient, extremely passive and cautious

He educates others on your behalf so you’re never in an unwanted situation or triggered on accident

Reminds you to take medicine, eat, drink water, etc

Asks the arcana to guide you and offer you wisdom and clarity

Constantly ensures you’re never in a night terror/flashback

Can immediately tell when your anxiety spikes, doesn’t even ask before he brings you into the shop in a controlled and familiar environment and asks to talk

Admires you and your courage, he tells you everyday how strong you are and how proud of you he is

[nana-au]

𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄...

 𝜗𝜚 Satoru Gojo Prince AU ♡ part five

 𝜗𝜚 Summary: satoru spends his days distracted until the new chef comes up with a possible remedy to his worries. story summary based off of this drabble

𝜗𝜚 Warnings: mentions of weight loss due to depression

 𝜗𝜚 wc: 2,765

𝜗𝜚 an: this part will immediately be followed up with a strictly nsfw part. it is skippable and does little to the story building. it is just intended to add some yearning and build up to the prince's emotions. thank you all for your patience!

┊p1┊p2┊p3┊p4┊p5┊𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠... p6┊

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it, Prince Gojo?” the Princess hums, following by his side. The sun beats down on the couple as they walk around the small pond of a local park, sweat and humidity clinging to their skin. The Princess fans herself, looking up at the Prince as his head stays forward, focused on the view in front of him. His eyebrows are furrowed in thought, barely noticing the people passing by who are enthusiastically greeting the two. “Are you feeling well?” she asks him, with no response. He’s distracted - acting as if he has something better on his mind than her small talk. She puffs out her cheeks, the skin turning red as she greets the passing crowds for the both of them. Her fan picks up speed, batting her eyelashes while awkwardly looking around before deciding to clear her throat unusually loud. It’s then Satoru looks down at her, eyebrows still furrowed and lips in a pout. “Is there something on your mind, Prince Gojo?” she asks him respectfully, all though exasperated by the effort. 

“It’s quite hot,” he tells her. His white strands stick to his forehead; the pale skin of his face appearing dewy in the sunlight, slick with his perspiration. He looks uncomfortable, the long finger of his right hand digs into the collar of his shirt tight to his neck, tugging it away from his throat. 

“Well, maybe we should get you home,” she suggests and he nods, clumsily clasping their hands together as he leads her to their carriage. 

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The ride to the palace lasted a lifetime for the Prince, and if it wasn’t for the Princess wishing Satoru a good rest of his day, he would have forgotten to see her off. He kisses her gloved hand, thanking her for accompanying him on his stroll before walking off, taking the steps to the palace two at a time. Her brows furrow, confused as she watches the Prince hurriedly ascend the stairs before getting in her own carriage to take the long trip home. 

Satoru marches through the halls of the palace, his racing thoughts unsatisfied by the scene he witnessed earlier that morning. Upon discovering your daily schedule (something that took Satoru only a few days), he thought very little of his disruption to the kitchen staff - too distracted by the opportunity of getting to see you. He knew it was wrong, and it never did anything to benefit his terrible mood, but like clockwork Satoru paid you a visit twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. Typically you did nothing noteworthy; you spent most of your time labeling fresh herbs or peeling pounds of potatoes all while avoiding eye contact with him. But some days you did something different. Like this morning - when he found you side by side with that blond man he was growing to loathe, watching as he julienned carrots with award-worthy technique and precision while Satoru stood awkwardly - only able to watch. His day was set up to be poor from the start. 

So while he couldn’t maintain a simple conversation with the Princess on his date, he knew he also wouldn’t be able to maintain focus on any of his responsibilities. Not until he went back in the kitchens to get a look at you undisturbed. It was unrealistic for you to be working because Satoru took note this was usually your scheduled lunch time but he knew it would be pointless to continue his day without checking - just to be certain.

He all but groaned when his visit didn’t grant him the image he desired; instead coming face to face with the man he was hoping to avoid. “Good afternoon, Prince Gojo,” Nanami bowed, putting down the knife he was sharpening to greet the Prince. Satoru didn’t bother to entertain his polite greeting, choosing to turn around to make his way to his study. “Are you looking for her?” the man asks, stopping Satoru in his tracks. He turns around, meeting Nanami’s eyes for the first time. He doesn’t so much as shift under his gaze, something Satoru wasn’t used to as he studied his face. His eyes were warm, looking at Satoru with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. From Nanami’s point of view, the lanky Prince looked disheveled. His under eyes were purple and his hair was sticking up in every direction. He knew the reason the Prince insisted his personal servant was too useless to simply procure him a glass of water wasn’t because Peter was incompetent; but because Satoru needed an excuse to see you. He had heard far too much from you to be blind to the Prince’s tactics, and if you weren’t going to do something about it, he was sure going to try himself. Satoru begins to wordlessly back up, almost as if he doesn’t trust where the conversation was headed - choosing to avoid it all together when Nanami interrupted him one last time. “I could give her your message,” the Prince’s eyes narrowed, “Perhaps a note?” Nanami counts on the Prince having years of experience in reading between the lines to understand what he was implying - but if Satoru realizes it he keeps it to himself, leaving the kitchens wordlessly to return to his study. 

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It’s dinner time when the Prince reconsiders the chef’s suggestion. The Queen requested Satoru’s presence in their dining room, citing the reason to be because of some much needed family time. Satoru couldn’t bother to stop his eyes from rolling back into his head. The Prince eats his full course meal in silence while his parents torture him with small talk: discussing the weather, the flowers in bloom outside, and the construction of a new fountain the Gojo’s did not need. Satoru slurped his soup and fiddled with the napkin in his lap while he beared the awkward tension that was eating as a family. His fingers ran along the smooth fabric of the blue napkin, feeling around the cloth material underneath his fingertips when he suddenly felt something foreign. It was the rough material of paper, his fingers clasped around it, tugging at it while assuming it was a tag of some sort. What he didn’t expect was for the paper to come loose, slipping right out with just one jerk of his hand. Satoru looks down, realizing it is a note and not a sewn in designer tag. He makes sure to keep it in his lap, squinting to read the small letters, ‘She needs to talk to you about that night. Without others being privy’.

“Satoru, is something wrong?” his mother asks upon noticing her son was preoccupied with his lap. 

He shakes his head, “No. Just spilled some soup,” he tells her, lips in a tight line. His under eyes are darker than before, but his hair is just as messy and his pale skin is still ghostly white. If she notices the wild look in his eyes, she ignores it, giving him an odd look before speaking.

“Well, that’s what the napkins are for,” she snaps her fingers, “Another napkin for the Prince, please,” she requests and the servants are quick to remove Satoru’s napkin from his lap. He clasps the note in his fists, making sure to conceal it before thanking the man who replaces the cloth.

𝜗𝜚

Satoru doesn’t let the note leave his grasp for the rest of dinner and it doesn’t see the light of day until he makes it to the desk in his study. The Prince looks down at it, obviously knowing the owner of the sliver of paper. He begins to pace, leaving the note on his workspace while he crosses the room. He nibbles on the skin around his nail, chewing the tender skin to distract from his racing thoughts while he considers what the note meant. It implied you had something more to say than what you had admitted in the stables - but someone was holding you back. His mind reeled while he considered what you could possibly be keeping inside. It was entirely irrational and made little sense - but he leaped to the worst conclusion first - believing you had made a special friend, and that they didn’t want you to have contact with him. His entire body began to shake, picturing somebody keeping you all to themselves. Keeping you from Satoru - who tried as he might - cannot fight the entitlement he feels towards you. You were his first. You would always be his - no matter what anyone tried to erase. The ugly green monster he kept buried deep flared to life in his chest. He huffed, shoulders shuddering with each heaving breath that did little to tame the creature fanning the flames of his hurt. He knew he would finally lose it all if that was the announcement you had to make. So for his sake, he had to imagine something else. Something more realistic. He continued to think about what could possibly be the reasoning. Perhaps your confession was that you were scared of the opinions people could have on you beyond the walls of the castle. That you would make an awful Princess and even though Satoru despised the idea of you feeling so self conscious; so unaware of just how special you were… it had to be the reason. Your shared kiss in the garden must have awakened your feelings - and brought on the unpleasant emotions of feeling unworthy to the throne. Scared of the possible backlash and perhaps worried about what the other servants would think of you - you kept your true feelings to yourself and lashed out at him, hurting Satoru in the process. He began to calm, rationalizing his worries with something he could stomach. For now, he chose to believe that had to be closest to reality. 

So while the tides of his anxiety lowered he made his way to his desk, tearing off a small piece of parchment paper and scrawling his message:

‘Why did you leave me?’

𝜗𝜚

Satoru stalks through the halls, rounding each corner with a purpose while he makes his way to the kitchens - desperate to get his note to you quickly, dying to read your response. To anyone he would look unhinged; hair disheveled and clothes hanging off of his lanky frame while he all but ran through the palace.  When he makes it, Nanami is there in his usual spot, sharpening his knives. Upon entering, the blond man inclines his head - silently greeting the Prince while Satoru approaches his workspace. “How do I know if I can trust you?” He all but huffs out, hands shaking in the pockets of his trousers. Being a Prince, he was used to people bending over backwards to appease his every wish but this was different. It puzzled him to try and understand why he would get involved in something that didn’t concern him. It left Satoru weary. To Nanami, the Prince looked like a man that had gone mad - and if Nanami wasn’t offering to put himself on the line he could maybe judge the trembling Prince in front of him. 

“I don’t think you have any other choice,” Nanami replied. A silent agreement began to form between the two of them - both deciding to put their faith into the other while they stood frozen. Satoru made the first move, taking the note from his pocket and sliding it across the smooth metal table. Nanami only nodded, pocketing the note in the breast pocket of his coat and picking his knife back up, diligently sharpening it against the smooth stone tool. Satoru was gone as quickly as he arrived. Nanami chose to retire for the night soon after. But not before paying you a quick visit.

𝜗𝜚

There’s a knock on your door late into the night. You sit up in bed, bookmarking the page you were reading before shuffling over to greet your unexpected guest: and unexpected Nanami was. The broad-shouldered man wastes no time slipping into your room, closing the door softly behind him and towering over you while you stumble back to give way to him. The door quietly clicks shut, leaving the two of you alone in the dim light of your bedroom. “Nanami?” you question him, voice laced with confusion upon seeing the chef at your quarters this late at night. 

“Don’t be mad at me,” is all he says, pulling the note from his chef’s coat and placing it in your delicate palm. Your eyes squint down at the sloppy writing on the torn paper, breath catching upon recognizing the handwriting. You would never be able to forget the familiar scribble of Satoru’s penmanship. You look back up at the blond, observing the look on his face that indicated he had something to do with it. 

“What is this?” you ask him, shaking your head in disapproval. “Nanami - I couldn’t possibly-” you start but he cuts you off. 

“But you want to…” he murmurs, his soft eyes meeting yours. “You could tell him the truth… without anyone finding out,” he tells you, “No one would have to know.” You shake your head again, scoffing at the acknowledgement that Nanami was willing to put his reputation on the line for you. “I know it’s been eating you alive,” he tries to reason with you. There’s no mirror in your tiny living space but if you could see what Nanami saw you would be eye to eye with the ghost of your former self. Gaunt and colorless. You looked sickly - almost like the light inside you was dimming to nothing the longer time passed without the Prince. 

You shake your head, feeling queasy at the idea of causing trouble for yet another person - all to satisfy your ridiculous craving... just to feed the hunger inside of you that yearned for the Prince in every way imaginable - against the betterment of everyone around you. “He can’t know,” you wince, almost like it hurt you to turn away the delicious offer Nanami was supplying you. 

“He’s set to be engaged,” Nanami calls out your name, trying to snap some sense into you, “At least tell him the truth before you never get another chance,” his voice is as desperate as the thoughts in your head. 

“He could never go through with it if I did this…” you trail off, scared to acknowledge the fact Satoru would drop everything for you. He would turn his back on all of his responsibilities - on his family’s wishes - on the kingdom’s best interest. You knew this - no matter how cruel you could possibly be to him. No matter how much you ignored him; he would never truly be satisfied without you; and all though he looked close with the Princess, you knew the hurt you held inside was twisting his own fragile and tentative actions into purposeful, deliberate engagements with the Princess. He craved you with every fiber of his being. That’s why you couldn’t give him hope - you knew he already had it deep down. And if you confirmed how you felt he would stop at nothing to get his way. No matter who he had to tear down to get it. No matter how many lives he’d put at risk in the process. Your mouth grew dry at the thought.

“Ultimately it’s up to you,” his shoulders dropped, knowing that it was only your decision to make, “The option is open as long as I’m here,” he promises, gently squeezing your hand to make a fist, covering Satoru’s note. “Think about it,” he says. Exiting just as quietly as he entered. 

𝜗𝜚

You tuck his note into your book and lay on your bed. Your nerves eat away at you - every inch of your body alive with anxiety. You promised yourself that the right decision was to leave it - that you needed to throw away the note and never entertain the idea ever again. But another part of you was unable to stop thinking about the opportunity of being able to communicate freely with Satoru - even if it was only one note. One note, you considered. Just one singular note to lessen your guilt and to hopefully ease Satoru’s hurt. You toss and turn in bed - picturing ways you could let Satoru know how you felt without sabotaging all those agonizing months you endured to protect your family. You head to your quaint desk, putting your quill to paper and letting not only your emotions, but your logic bring the page to life.

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Served! Sanji x Fem!reader

Slight anime spoilers/foreshadowing.

This is OPLA Sanji though.

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You were laid down in your quarters trying to keep the vomit down after you had been sick the entire night. Your head was killing you and you were simply not ready for whatever chaos was happening downstairs, but you had a kitchen to run, so you slowly got dressed, and slowly made your way downstairs to absolute anarchy.

“Y/n! We’re out of crawfish and it’s tonight's specials!” Your little sister says immediately approaching you.

“How did we run out of crawfish?” You groaned.

“Rasha forgot to order more and the nearest port ship is still a day away.” She explains frantically.

“Substitute it for lobster in the mac and cheese, and 86 the Crawfish Etouffe Balls.” You demanded hoarsely your vocal chords still fried from vomitting all night.

“Y/N are you okay? You look awful.” Your sister says looking at your haggard appearance and your overall sweaty pale face.

“Great, now go do as I told you, and make it quick rumor has it a critic is dining with us tonight!” You say the last part loud enough to attract your team of cooks attention.

“YES CHEF!” A chorus of voices ring out as you nod and all but wobble your way to the fridge for some much needed seltzer water.

Of all the days for one of the most known critics on the grandline to come pay your restaurant a visit it just had to be today when you could barely stand up right.

Fortunately for you you had a great team of chefs under your command as you watched them all hurry about prepping and making numerous dishes that looked about as masterful as could be.

You were by far one of the best restaurants on the grandline, your restaurant resided on a small beach in a lighthouse where many ships sailing by frequented your restaurant when they were in need of a good meal and conversation.

And you were no doubt one of best female chef’s the grand line had ever seen.

At just age 7 you had won your local cooking competition taking home a wonderful gift basket of exotic spices that had eventually lead you to your well known name of The Spice Queen.

You specialized in Cajun styled cooking, but you could cook just about anything in any style, you were well versed in cuisine having read numerous cookbooks throughout your life, you even knew quite a few special recipes to help revitalize sailors who were in need of more than just a flavorful meal.

Many pirates sought you out after large scaled battles that left them in tatters, if anyone asked any of those pirates what saved their lives and healed their wounds, they would name you.

Which is how you got your second name, as The Crock Pot Doc.

Yep, one taste of your special famous soup was said to cure a man on his death bed.

But none of that mattered if you couldn’t pull off a perfect dinner service tonight of all nights. You had to make sure this critic was absolutely blown away and you weren’t about to let a little food poisoning stop you.

So you chugged your seltzer water and began mincing and julienning veggies.

That was until a loud bang echoed throughout the entire lighthouse followed by a bunch of screaming and crying.

You quickly put down your knife and made it to the dining area where you absolutely could not believe your eyes at what had unfolded before you.

“WE NEED THE CROCK POT DOC, BRING THEM,PLEASE HURRY!” A man in a straw hat yellled looking around the room of patrons and chefs who had also exited the kitchen to see what was happening.

You stepped forward trying to process the sight before you, a group of pirates had barged into your restaurant all with desperate faces and who you could only assume was the captain carrying a orange haired woman who looked to be on the brink of death.

“I’m her, what the hell is going on??” You asked trying to wrap your head around this and the current state of your dining room that has been nearly destroyed by their barging in.

The straw hat man hastily made his way toward you carrying the woman with desperate eyes.

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy, and you have to save my friends life.” He said shakily but with a determination you could respect.

You laughed in disbelief, this man trashes your dining room on a special night and expects you to just save his friends life??

“And why would I do that?” You scoff looking at the state of the girl who looked worse than you felt.

“Because I’m the man who will be king of the pirates, and I promise I will pay you whatever you need and more if you save Nami’s life.” He says unwavering.

A few of your cooks scoff and laugh, “King of the pirates? This kid?” One of your cooks laughs.

You frown, “I don’t work for free, especially not when I have a important critic frequenting my restaurant tonight, there’s a doctor village not to far from here maybe a day’s travel at the Drum Kingdom-”

“She doesn’t have a day!” Luffy stresses.

Your frown deepens, your about to protest before a wave of nausea makes you wince. “Look I don’t have time for this I’m sorry but you need to leave-”

“Madam.” A voice behind this so called Captain Luffy rings out and you look past the kid and sees a tall blonde man in a black suit stepping forward, his face tense but gentle as he addressed you. “I understand your busy, but she will die if she doesn’t receive some kind of medical attention and I hear your not only one of the best cooks on these seas, but your cooking even rivals most medicines prescribed by doctors.” He says as he walks up to you.

“And you are?” You ask raising a skeptical brow.

“Sanji, The best cook in all of the east blue and maybe the world Mam’.” He says confidently as he shoots you a wink.

You immediately laugh, “Wow you have a lot of nerve to say that to my face.”

His face drops as he immediately shakes his head, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you I just-”

“Well you wouldn’t be a good cook if you weren’t cocky, so there must be some talent behind your words.” You say crossing your arms. “Your Sanji, Chef Zeff’s prodigy I assume.” You say watching his eyes widen.

A small smirk crosses his lips, “Ah, so you’ve heard of me madam?” He says flirtatiously.

“Yeah, I heard a flirty handsome chef trained by Chef Zeff himself has been making his name in the culinary world as one of the best chef’s out here.”

“Oh really?” He says his smile widening.

“Yeah, but it looks like they only got the flirty part right.” You smirk back watching his face drop.

“Sanji’s the best cook on the grandline!!” Luffy immediately defends.

“Yet he can’t make a healing dish?” You interject.

Luffy grunts in annoyance, “Look we don’t have time for this Nami’s dying will you help us or not!?” He shouts angrily.

“N-”

“You say a food critics coming tonight right?” Sanji suddenly says.

You turn to him and nod, “Yes and I need to get ready-”

“You look sick, how do you expect to impress a critic and you can barely stand up right?” He asks staring directly into your eyes.

“How the hell do you know i’m sick?” You questioned.

“I know when a lady’s suffering.” He says gently.

You didn’t know how to respond to that so you just let him continue.

“So how about a deal, I help lead your cooks tonight and pull off an exsquisit meal to impress the critic, and you in turn heal my friend?” He says.

“And what makes you think you can make any of my dishes East Blue Boy?” You challenge, honestly intrigued by the cockiness of this man.

“I’m a fast learner mam, just give me a sample of what needs to be cooked and i’ll make it.” He says.

You were about to deny this foolish request until the sounds of numerous peoples stomachs gurgling suddenly caught your attention.

“Uhhhggg, Chef Y/N we don’t feel so good.” One your top chefs say holding their stomachs.

“Neither do I.” Chef Rasha groans.

“Oh no..” Another chef groans running out the room and into the bathroom.

“I feel fine?” Your little sister says looking at you in disbelief as more and more chefs ran out the room in distress as you watched your customers quickly flee out the front door.

You couldn’t believe this..your entire staff had contracted food poisioning.

You look between Luffy and the dying woman and then back at Sanji as your stomach churned even more.

Uhg.

“Fine, but my little sister will be your sous chef, she’s basically the mini version of me so listen to her directly got it?” You say approaching the blonde man who’s flirtatious smile made its way back onto his face.

“Anything you say Madam-’ ”And please stop with the Madam, Call me Chef, Y/N.”

“Chef Y/n, beautiful name, fits a beautiful woman.” He says.

Your stomach churns again as you quickly grab your little sisters chef hat and proceed to heavily vomit directly into it.

“Wow Sanji, your flirting literally made her vomit.” A man says placing a pitiful hand on his shoulder.

“Shut it Usopp!” Sanji hisses. “I’m going to have my friends help me considering your now understaffed, is that okay?” He asks looking at your concerningly handing you a handkerchief from his suits pocket.

“Fine, but don’t let that one” You say pointing to luffy. “Anywhere near the food.” You say getting a strange vibe from the straw hat boy just from the way he was eyeing your customers abandoned plates of food they had left.

“Trust me, I wasn’t.” He admits.

“Fine its a deal.” You say reaching out your clammy shaky hand that he immediately picks up and kisses.

Your face contorts into disgust as you take your hand back, just who did you let in your kitchen??

-

Hey guys wanted to do a little Sanji One shot I think this will be a two parter but I thought it would be so cool if Sanji met another incredibly talented chef who just so happened to be a woman right before we meet Chopper at the Drum Kingdom arc!!

[irisintheafterglow]

HAND TWO - PAIR

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a deal is made.

wc: 2k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, official first meeting, banter and dialogue driven, fake dating, sassy touya again

note: idk how fake dating premises with plots are created like this took me a good 30 minutes of just straight thinking trying to figure out what is a plausible fake dating idea. anyway thank you for all the love on part one, hope you enjoy this part!! also overdue idea credit to @andypantsx3 who originally created a crown prince!touya piece (read it here!) that probably subconsciously inspired this entire series. thank you and hope you enjoy :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are greatly appreciated <3

Your maid’s face was whiter than her knuckles gripping the sides of her apron. 

“You have a caller, miss,” she informs you carefully, bowing slowly and failing to hide her trembling. “It is…”

“I am aware of who it is,” you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose between your pointer finger and your thumb. It’d been exactly one week since Prince Touya all but julienned the ego of your pasty-faced suitor and you hadn’t received so much as a letter of greeting from him since then. All you received once the dust settled were mixed expressions of disgust and awe, along with a shit-eating smirk from the royal currently waiting to be led into the drawing room. “My stepmother?” 

“At tea, miss, with the neighbors. She won’t be back for several hours.” You swear under your breath. With all other members of the family out of the house and your stepmother bragging about your prospects with the sought-after prince, you were on your own. 

“Send him in when the minute hand next strikes six. Tell him I’m in the bath, or something.” 

“As you wish, miss.” Your maid nods and promptly exits the room, leaving you slumped on the settee with no ideas but to beeline for the back doors and disappear among the trees of the garden. Hiking up your skirt and slipping into the yard, you’re careful to shut the door quietly behind you. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him, even though you didn’t; in truth, it was fear of what he might say to you or how you two may interact. How are you supposed to look at a man suspected of committing treason against the king, his own father, and upkeep the manners drilled into your head since birth? It seemed too great of a burden to bear, so you resolved to forget your problems and the stranger in your house by walking amongst the flowers, blue hydrangeas that continued to bloom despite the sweltering summer heatwaves. It’s calming, being alone with nothing but the greenery. As your fingers brush over the delicately clumped petals, the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand up stick-straight and you don't need to turn around to see why. 

“It’s rude to enter a lady’s house unannounced, Your Highness,” you say into the open air and hear him step out from behind a neighboring tree. 

“I believe I was announced, considering the shaken demeanor of your poor maid.” His voice is low and raspy, like he’d just woken up.  

“What if I was still in the bath?” 

“You’ll have to tell my maids what you use to dry your hair so rapidly,” he replies and you catch him slinking over to you from the corner of your vision, approaching you carefreely with his hands in the pockets of his coat. You don’t look at him yet; in your mind, he was like a monster under the bed. If you simply didn’t look at him, he’d go away. “Unless, of course,” his voice appears over your shoulder and goosebumps break out over your skin. Not yet. Don’t look him in the eyes yet. “You weren’t in the bath at all. At least, not recently.” 

“I’m not sure what gave you the right to invade my house and muse upon my bathing habits,” you counter, finally turning to meet his stare and willing yourself not to wither under it. He wasn’t close enough to feel his body heat, but the arrogance that radiated from his entire being was enough to make you sweat more than the bright sun. He considered you curiously, tilting his head to the side and narrowing those molten blue eyes that perplexed you so. You risk a glance at the scar tissue just under his eyes and chin, its deep purple color rumored to be the result of a fire accident while he was sent away. It unnerved you, but you still found the courage to stare back with consideration of your own, challenging him to say something else. His eyes narrow again for half a second before he brushes past you, walking further down your current path in the garden. 

“You were keeping me waiting,” he states simply. “Not to mention, I am royalty.” You freeze, keenly aware of the power of the man admiring your daisies. “I believe it is you who should be considered the rude one.” The teasing lilt in his voice is not lost to you, but you’re too dumbfounded by his bluntness to think on it further. 

“Argues the one who won my affections and then refrained from any means of communication for a week,” you point out with slight irritation, following him around the bend at a safe distance. He hums again thoughtfully, walking among the flowers like it was his property. Your tease falls from your lips before you can stop it. “Did His Highness run out of royal parchment to write his letters?” 

“Royal candle wax, actually,” he answers stoically, but you catch the mischievous shine in his eyes when they flick to meet yours. “Dreadful effort, trying to write without my beloved candle lit.” 

“Oh, and what is a prince to do?” You’re unable to hide the smirk that finds its way onto your face and he seems to notice your less-hostile demeanor, the faintest amusement breaking out on his features. Handsome features, you had to stop yourself from admitting. “I don’t understand,” you say after a deep exhale.  

“I believe the candle was a gift from my great-grandfather.” His eyes continue to look over the rainbow of petals lightly swaying in the breeze. “Terribly well-loved by my father and the court alike.” 

“No, Your Highness–”

“If this is to work, you must refer to me as Touya.” He’s still not looking at you. 

“That is precisely what I don’t understand.” You muster up what courage you could to close the distance between you two, crossing your arms to properly confront him. “What are you trying to play at, Your Highness? What is supposed to ‘work?’ With all due respect, I’d like to know now if I am one of your latest games to irritate your relatives.” 

“And what would you do if you were?” Shit. His attention moves from the flowers to your face and you’re met with the same cold, unwavering stare from the week prior. “What could you do, realistically, but play along? I am royalty.” 

“You needn’t keep reminding me, sir,” you mumble. “But before we continue, I feel you must know. I did not have the intention of entertaining suitors this season.” You catch one of the maids peeping from around the corner of a topiary and motion for her to prepare tea for you and your caller. 

“What were you doing at the presentation duels, then?” 

“Fulfilling the wishes of my stepmother,” you answer wryly. “Whatever plans you have devised, I am the wrong lady to assist in enacting them.”

“I imagine that, instead of participating in this season, you would rather be reading from the libraries of King All Might himself?” The Prince falls into step behind you while you make your way to the garden’s gazebo, fully furnished to accommodate callers. You sensed, however, this particular suitor would rather sit on the floor than at your family’s lofty dining set. 

“I’m surprised you understand,” you remark, neatening a stray napkin. When you look behind you, the prince is leaning his shoulder against the frame of the gazebo and observing you. Your manners somehow return, despite his lack thereof. “Do you prefer Earl Grey or green?” 

“Neither,” he replies immediately. “I don’t care for tea.” 

“Nor do I, but the servants will linger if we don’t give them a chance to gossip in the kitchen.” The prince’s eyes narrow once again only for a moment, like you said something unexpected. 

“In that case, tell them green.” You murmur his request to the nearest servant and the handful subtly eavesdropping politely excuse themselves back into the house, no doubt eager to relay what little information you and the prince had exchanged. 

“You still haven’t enlightened me on why, of all the ladies present at the duels, you chose to duel for my hand,” you begin as he takes his seat across from you and pops a piece of fruit into his mouth. “Especially when I am guaranteed to hinder any plans you have for–”

“You know nothing of my plans, as of yet,” he interjects. His face is carefully blank, seemingly too calm for your present situation. “Your reluctance to entertain suitors is exactly what is going to help me leave this kingdom.” 

“I don’t understand,” you reiterate. “Your Highness, I do not wish to be in this season at all.”

“I share the same sentiment. Here is my proposal that will, in theory, rid us of both of our stressors: I will court you and, on the night of my father’s ball where I will surely propose, I will disappear, leaving you with nothing but a broken heart and a humble reparation of $100,000. A percentage of which, I note, can then be used to book passage out of Musutafu and find those books from King All Might’s mythical library. Do you follow?” You don’t remember when your jaw fell open, but it takes significant effort to regain your composure. When you eventually register what the prince had just offered, your face burns from a feeling you had never experienced before. It was a mixture of shame and shock, but mostly…excitement? 

“You’re out of your mind,” you manage to force out. “I don’t think–How could we–It would never work!” What the hell was he thinking? 

“You don’t know that,” he answers coolly. Maybe he’s not thinking at all. Maybe the prince is an idiot. 

“But why not leave now? Why wait until the night of your father’s ball?” An unreadable look crosses over his face, one that makes your stomach turn. He fixes himself in a blink, though, and the sudden darkness that fell over the prince’s face is gone before you can comment on it. “I just don’t understand why you need my help doing this, Your Highness.”

“My father grows impatient,” he admits bitterly and when you meet his gaze, it’s burning. “He wishes to crown me as king within three month’s time, and I–” 

“You do not wish to rule,” you finish quietly, the realization clicking together in your mind. “By courting a lady, you force him to put off your coronation until you propose.” 

“By courting you,” he explains further, “I also guarantee that this affair will remain strictly one of business.” You can’t help the scoff that leaves your mouth. 

“You think that if a woman were to fall in love with you, she would reveal your true whereabouts?” 

“Women are fickle creatures,” he states simply. “You did not wish to fall in love this season, so you will not reveal my true whereabouts once I have faked my passing.” He sighs, pulling back the sleeve of his coat and checking the time on his watch. “It really is quite simple. Allow me to court you, stay silent about my disappearance, and be rewarded with $100,000.” 

“And if we’re caught? If this charade is revealed as a farce and your father declares you King the following day?”

“Doubt in my plans is the first step away from succeeding,” he concludes. An approaching servant with a fresh pot of tea momentarily takes your attention and the prince stands, bowing in farewell while you’re still frozen behind your teacup. “I do hope you’ll join me at the races tomorrow afternoon,” he drawls out your name once the servant places the pot on the small table. His voice drips honey-sweet poison, drawing you in even as your body screams at you to run. The message hidden beneath his words, however, is clearer than crystal. “But, in the case of your absence, I will assume my affections have been denied.” You stand, dipping into a graceful curtsy. As you rise, your words ring in your ears before you can stop them. 

“I look forward to our time together, Your Highness.”

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[gingerjolover]

no one can convince me Julien doesn’t love being praised both in innocent and non innocent situations. like she’s over their being protective boyfriend but really she melts at the slightest compliment, like fuzzy eyed…

ohhhhhh anon cutie, let's discuss shall we:

rpf and rpf smut under da cut minors gtfo <3

you're so right, ok look boyfriend!jules LOVES to give you praise but almost loves receiving it more because the way you praise her so sweet and soft she literally, literally melts on the floor

im thinking of like dirty shirleys!julien like before whatever his face (cant remember what i named the rando and honestly can't be arsed to check) starts flirting with you, julien is posted up, back against the bar watching the crowd, and your surroundings, hand on your thigh as she keeps her eyes behind you, watching the bar in a protective manner. every few minutes she kisses your head or rubs your back while you talk to your friends. And Julien is just minding her business, but you lean on your palm and look her up and down, tug her hand to grab her attention, and just pull her down, telling her how good she looks, truly innocently like you just think her outfit is nice and her tattoos look great under her shirt and she gets all blushy and wide-eyed

shes 100% the type to be like, "babe stoooop," while you kiss her cheek and her skin is all hot and pink and she's trying to be tough and be cool about it (oooaaahhhhhHHHHH) but she lit cant help it because you make her squirm because there's something almost uncomfy about you praising her like she gets overwhelmed by praise in a good way (does this make sense?)

okay looooook, dom!julien doesnt break for anything EXCEPT praise. she doesn't care if you're crying or begging or squirming around (obvi w consent if you weren't enjoying yourself or uncomfy you can forget this she puts your comfort and safety above everything) but you praise her through mumbled tones, your voice whiny and breathy and she's FOLDINGGGGG

i imagine it's a situation where she's just going to town with the strap i mean just rocking your shit, she's leaning over you, one hand on your hip, the other on the bed next to your head and she has your knee bent and your eyes haven't been opened once and she's going too hard at such a brutal pace to even care that she can't see your eyes and she doesn't even notice through your moans that you've opened them and are staring at her. through just the neediest whine you're like "fuck you're so pretty like this jay," and suddenly her rhythm is out of whack and her hips are faltering and her chest and neck and cheeks grow pink and shes leaning down on top of you, holding your cheeks as she licks into your mouth, her hips moving faster.

we can talk about subby!julien but you could lit be like, "i like your shirt" and she'd be wide-eyed and blushing and begging to eat you out because you literally just made her entire night with a simple sentence

long story short, jules LOVES praise

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

hiii can u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on reader? like maybe reader is maybe a singer at the grammys and catches juliens eye

pls pls and thank u

jj chats: hiii!! i love this idea so so much and i am so happy i got to write it!!! i decided to do some headcannons and a bit of a blurb! but its mostly tailored to this specific scenario so if anyone wants a more general julien with a crush headcannons i can totally write that! just lmk!! also tysm for the request dear ilysm <333

warnings: RPF, no use of y/n, julien is very awkward!!!

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

So lets say that Julien is aware of who you are, she knows your music, but never knew your face. She was crazy excited about you performing at the grammys.

She’s at the table when your name gets announced along with the 2 tracks you are playing and she immediately recognizes them.

She gets all giddy because she’s never seen you before and is excited for your set.

You play a mash up of two ballads where your vocals are incredible, your standing center stage. (I’m kind of picturing it to look like Olivia Rodgrigo’s set at the grammys)

Whatever outfit you’re wearing is a beautiful mix of emerald green and gold. Your dress/suit/whatever you are wearing has a very flowy vibe to it.

Anyway Julien sees you as the spotlight shines on you and her heart stops. You were more beautiful than she had ever thought. 

Then you open your mouth to sing and it's like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was released in her stomach.

Phoebe notices her awestruck state and whispers to Lucy.

Yk they made a plan to make sure you met that night.

When your performance ends you smile towards the crowd of brilliant musicians, lyricists and producers. The room erupts in cheers and applause, your head gets a little light as you take everything in. Everything that you’ve worked for has come to this, and you’ve finally made it, singing in a room full of all your biggest idols.

When the stage darkens, a crew member meets you and takes you back to a dressing room, helping you get back into your original grammy outfit. As you walk back to your seat you spot a woman with platinum blond hair in a white suit standing near your table, seemingly waiting for someone.

As you approach her you get a better look at who she was. Exclaiming “Phoebe!! I’m so glad to see you!” You pull her into a hug.

Pulling away, Phoebe replies “Hey dude! It’s been so long!”

“Way too long! Oh congrats on you and the boys wins tonight! I’m so happy for y’all!” You smile, then noticing the other two that make up Boygenius approach, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Lucy introduces herself and Julien, Julien stands squashed between Lucy and Phoebe. She smiles at you shyly, a light pink flushes her face. 

“Your performance was out of this world, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing like that! Isn’t that right Julien?” Phoebe asks, nudging her bandmate with her elbow.

Julien sputters a little bit before replying “Your voice is so pretty.” Once the words leave her mouth her eyes widen a bit, as if she can’t believe she just said that. Phoebe and Lucy share a look before Phoebe moves to squeeze your upper arm.

“Me and Luce are gonna go mingle, have fun kids,” She turns away from you but you can almost swear you saw her wink at Julien before walking away. 

“I don’t think I’ve never formally introduced myself, I’m-”

“I know you,” Julien cuts you off, horror fills her face at her ill choice of words, “I mean I don’t know-know you, but I know of you! I like you! Fuck I mean I like your music, its really good! And your voice is amazing. It's so pretty! I’m rambling aren’t I?” The tattooed woman sighs, her face flushing again, this time a much brighter red.

“Yes, yes you are. But it's okay Julien, it's cute.” You giggle, reaching towards your purse to pull out your phone, pulling up messages. “Can I have your number, I’d love to talk to you longer but I gotta go visit someone before we have to be back in out seats. Maybe we could get coffee sometime and talk?” You hand the phone to Julien, gently placing it in her open palms.

“Really?” she waits for you to nod before putting her number in, hands shaking as she types.  “Thank you! And best of luck to you tonight! Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Julien says. You smile and grab Julien’s hand, squeezing it lightly. Once you let go she's off towards her table again. 

I could totally see Julien being so nervous around you that she types in her number wrong. So wehn you get home and call her and some random 39 year old guy from Alabama replies you are taken a little off guard.

But it's all fixed when you text Phoebe explaining the situation. 

Phoebe def made fun of Julien for that all the time now.

[lucdacuslady]

“So sick of dreaming”

tags: lucy x younger!gf reader, sweet sweet fluff, cuddles, kisses, established relationship, chef lucy

authors note: sorry y’all i haven’t been putting stuff out, school has been nuts after a trip i took and i have a show that opens friday!!! so i’ve been busy busy busy!!!

you pull into nashville after three hours of driving. you and lucy knew that university would be a challenge. but, you have made it work with your work and rehearsal schedule and her tour and meetings. every moment has been so so so worth it.

you reach her driveway pulling in, before you can even put the car in park, the tall ravenette is already out the front door running full speed. you immediately hop out of the car, waiting to meet her after not seeing her for a few weeks as she’s been helping julien out on her tour.

“BABY!!” you say opening the car door, immediately wrapping your entire body around the 5’10 29 year old

“hi princess!! how was the drive?” she says picking you up, making you squeal in surprise she peppers your entire head in kisses making you giggle.

“good, slow but good, i missed you so so so much” you say grabbing her face finally looking into those blue green eyes, you smile before giving her cheek a big long kiss.

“i missed you even more baby i’m assuming you’re starving, i made your favorite…” she says placing you down, going to the passenger seat to grab your overnight bag. before she left you grabbed all the things from her place in case you needed them and you didn’t have the time to do the drive to grab a specific top.

“PASTINA?!?!?!!!! PLEASE LUCY TELL ME ITS PASTINA” (a/n if y’all don’t know what pastina, you need to try it it’s soo gooood)

“yes angel it’s inside!!! go go go go or i’m gonna eat it all” she says as she starts to chase you

“FUCK NO that’s my pastina back off” you say racing to the door… she locked it “luccceeeee please unlock the door please please please”

“gimme a kiss first” she says catching up to you, pulling out her keys, pinning your back to the door. “it’s my reward as i haven’t seen you in almost a month miss theatre major”

“hey i had to keep myself busy” you tease. you can’t believe it’s been that long without seeing her in person, sure you facetime and call every morning and night and text as much as you can throughout the day with schedules and time differences but seeing her in person really makes it all worth it.

you jump up on your tiptoes, crashing your lips into lucy’s it’s been so so so long since you’ve seen her you’ve missed her soft lips on yours. you simply need her in every single way. you can’t believe you survived this long without her. it was simply deathly. soon as you know you both are making out outside. with her pinned up against the door.

“baby… babe… honey” she says out of the corner of her mouth finally getting your attention. “as much as i’ve missed kissing you… there’s pastina inside and i will eventually be arrested for public indecency if we don’t go inside right now” she says pulling your face now in between her hands.

“oh…” you say blushing

“come on princess” she says unlocking the door.

you immediately take off your shoes. placing your bag by the door and running to your spot at the table where there’s a bowl of pastina with a piece of garlic bread.

“thank you luce” you say looking at her with a huge smile immediately digging in to your favorite dinner.

“you’re welcome baby” she says handing you a glass of water before pulling up next to you. “so how’s school, how’s the show?”

“good!! busy busy busy, the show opens in two weeks i hope you can come down that weekend, JB would like that show too, i sent her the synopsis last week, she said she’d been down for a trip there”

“yeah, i think that’s when my leg i offered will be done and then we’ll be all back to normal, trust, i love helping JB, offering support but I have missed you too much, and i know it’s been hard on you too. me missing so many things that you have looked forward to, and it’s just not fair to you” she says as she starts to ramble.

“baby baby baby” you say as she literally starts to blabble and bubble “yes it’s been hard but also, we agreed that school comes first for me. as much as i hate it sometimes and i wish i could drop everything to be with you every single second of the day, you’re here now and as am i. we’ve made it work baby i’m not worried, i’m not angry. i’m so so so happy i’m here with you right now” you say

lucy tearing up “baby i’ve missed you so much, it feels like a dream that you’re here, im here. it’s felt like forever even though it’s been like 4 weeks”

“i know princess” you say wiping her tears, “cuddles and movies?”

“please” she says wiping her tears, sniffling.

you pick up the dishes placing them in the sink, planning to take of them later. you find lucy in her spot on the couch. waiting for you with a smile. patting the seat next to her. you smile and immediate sitting beside her as she begins to pull you close to her chest.

“carol?” she says looking down at you with a bright smile, knowing that’s one of your favorite films.

“you think that movie is sad though” you tease

“yeah but cate blanchett looks so hot as carol aird and it’s just good” she adds to the argument.

“i know dingus” you say tapping her nose “yes please” you add snuggling deeper.

you sigh a breathe of relief as you see the opening credits on the tv. feeling so safe and sound in your dream, with the love of your life, hoping it never ends.

[julienbakerpls]

part 2 to up against the wall w me when??!

Up against the wall with me Part Two

Julien Baker x Reader 18+

Minors DNI

This is RPF if that makes you uncomfy DONT READ <33

- "Julien’s the type of dom to say shit like “you can take it” and the type of sub to say shit like “i can take it” I just know i'm right !!"

- "julien being called daddy perhaps"

The ride back to the hotel was filled with peter steele's voice, Julien's tongue against yours and your hand down the front of her jeans. Massaging circles into her soaked briefs, and biting down on her plump bottom lip. The two of you stopped caring what the others thought about 5 minutes after you got into the car. The rest of the group were drunk or high and not paying any attention to the two of you in the very back.

The boys were singing loudly and talking over each other, so no one noticed the loud moan that Julien failed to completely suppress. You pushed two of your fingers into her slick entrance, using the palm of your hand to massage her clit.

Julien's face was pressed into your neck to muffle the whimpers that were coming out of her mouth. Your fingers fucking into her as fast as you could without being too obvious. You suppress your own moan at the feeling of her, She's hot and wet and begging for you. You press kisses onto her sweaty forehead before she pulls you into another heated kiss. It's sloppy, all teeth and tongue and maybe too much spit, if it were anyone but her, but you'd happily drown in her spit. Julien whines into your mouth, pulling away to whisper in your ear.

"Fuck baby, i'm going to-" Julien cuts herself off, gasping into your neck. You feel her teeth graze against your neck before biting down. Her body tenses up, you feel her clench down on your fingers.

The car rolls to a stop in front of your hotel, you hear Julien cuss under her breath. Her hand drags yours out from her jeans, begrudgingly. You can tell she's even more worked up than she was in the club, you hate that she didn't get to cum. You mentally promise yourself that you'll make it up to her, eagerly and repeatedly.

As the others start unloading from the car, you move your hand to your mouth sucking your fingers clean, moaning to yourself over her taste. Julien groans loudly as she climbs out of the car, buttoning her jeans.

"When are y'all flying back to Nashville?" Lucy asks, as Julien helps you out of the car. She presses a kiss into your hair, before answering.

"Tomorrow at 3."

"Oh i'm leaving the day after, if you two are up early enough let's get lunch," Lucy said as you all made your way to the elevator.

"Ooo Lunch at that thai place would be sick." Phoebe added. Julien looked over to you waiting for your answer.

"Yeah that would be cool," You smile wrapping your arms around Julien. You press your face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

"God you guys are so gross, I love you!" Phoebe calls, tugging Lucy off the elevator.

Julien pulls your arms tighter around her waist as she leans up to whisper in your ear.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, baby." She presses a kiss to your cheek. Your face flushing bright red, all the heat and intensity that had cooled with being around her boys, came back ten fold. You turn her around in your arms so she's facing you, She's already smiling up at you.

"Jay, Please.." You whine, leaning back into the wall of the elevator. Julien just continues to smile at you, pressing kisses to your neck that cause your heart rate to go up. The feeling of her soft lips as she travels down to your collar bones, has you melting into her.

The elevator opens on your floor, Julien immediately tugging you out and towards your shared room. As you start searching your pockets for the room key, Julien presses you into the door. She's kissing you brutally, biting your lip before sliding her tongue into your mouth. It's hot and the weight of her tongue in your mouth is a feeling you'll never get tired of. Her hands run down your back, pulling your hips toward her. She slots her thigh between yours, pressing it up against your most sensitive place. Your positively aching for her, throwing your head back against the wall.

Julien slides the room key out of your pocket, kissing you deeply one last time before opening the door.

"Jay.." you whine, missing her body already. Julien pouts at you mockingly, before kissing you again. She pulls you into the room, locking the door behind you. She licks her way into your mouth, the second the lock clicks into place. You whine against her lips, Julien leading you to the bed.

She sits you on the edge of the bed, and grabs the ends of your shirt pulling it over your head. You smile shyly at the look on her face, you're left wearing just your lace bra. She traces her finger along your collar bone, biting her lower lip.

"I love you, Baby." Julien says walking into the closet and grabbing her suitcase. You watch her with a confused expression on your face as she carries the bag over to the bed. She smiles at the look on your face, before unzipping the bag and revealing the rainbow strap on.

Julien smirks at the look on your face, and brings it up to your lips. You place a kiss on the tip, knowing that's what she wanted you to do.

"That's my good girl, so you want me fuck you so good?" She asks you, placing the strap on the bed next to you and pulling off her tank top. You moan at the sight of her in just her sports bra, she jokingly flexes her arms. You knew she had been trying to make you laugh but your mouth is hanging open, even after two years of being with her you'll never get over how sexy she is. Julien keeps eye contact with you as she pops the button on her jeans, pulling them down her muscular legs. As you watch her you push your skirt down your legs, spreading your thighs and slowly massaging your clit through your still soaked panties. Julien smirks at the sight of the hickeys she bit into your thighs earlier.

You moan at the look on her face, adding more pressure to your clit. Julien walks over to the bed, moving your hand away and using both hands she pulls down your panties.

"Fuck Princess, you're so perfect." Julien says, pulling your legs over her shoulders and licking a flat stripe over your wet folds. She runs her tongue in between your folds, lapping up the wetness that had gathered since she took care of you at the club.

"Jay," You moan, your fingers digging into her hair, pushing her face more into you. You feel her moan against you, she's fucking her tongue into you, her nose pressing into your clit.

She's holding onto your hips with such force, you know you'll have bruises in the morning. Julien is eating you out like this is her last meal and you're gasping and moaning out her name.

"Julien," You gasp out, feeling your legs start to shake, and tense up. Your stomach starting to tighten, you feel your eyes start to roll back in your head.

Julien keeps her pace up, the intensity of your orgasm crashing through you. You black out for a moment, when your coherent again Julien is still between your legs. The slurping sound of her drinking up your cum, making you feel light headed again with need.

Julien presses kisses to your hip bones, making her way up your body. She stops at your breasts that are still in your bra, you moan as she skillfully unclips it with one hand. Her mouth instantly finds your nipples, biting and sucking them.

She presses your breasts together, briefly burying her face between them. Julien licks over your nipple sucking it into her mouth again, her other hand pinching and massaging the other.

When she pulls away from you, a thick string of saliva attaches her mouth to your hardened peak. That's the final straw for you, you pull her up to kiss you roughly moaning at the taste of you in her mouth.

"Julien, please," You moan into her mouth, Pulling her sports bra up and over her head.

Pulling her back to you, and licking your way into her mouth. You move your hands down to her breasts, massaging them before gently dragging your thumbs over her hardened nipples. Juliens hips jerk into yours, both of you gasping at the added pressure. You push her briefs down her legs, grinding your hips together.

"Oh fuck," Julien groans into your mouth, roughly grinding your hips together. She moved slightly so you're both grinding into the others hip bone, your hands are still playing with her newly exposed breast.

She picks up her pace, grinding down harder. You roll her over, straddling her waist . The view of her under you, hair spilling out onto the pillow underneath her. It's almost too much, and you genuinely think you could come from the sight alone.

You kiss her roughly, moaning into her mouth and kissing your way down her neck. You lick and suck over her tattoos, kissing along her collarbones and making your way down to her chest. You groan against her breasts, licking her hard nipples before sucking on them. You know you're drooling on them at this point but it's clear that neither of you mind.

You continue kissing down her stomach, finally getting to her mound. You spread her thighs giving yourself more room between her legs.

You let the drool from your mouth drip onto her soaked pussy, letting it pool on her already wet folds. Julien's panting in anticipation above you, and that's enough for you to dive in. You spread her open with one hand and suck her clit into your mouth.

Your other hand travels down to her soaked entrance, pumping two fingers into her. Julien arches off the bed, her hands forcing you harder against her.

You can tell Julien is still worked up from the car ride to the hotel. You continue to lap and suck on her clit, adding a third finger into her. She's so warm and wet, and tastes so good. You can't contain yourself, you suck harder and fuck your fingers in deeper. You want to drown yourself between her delicious thighs.

"Uh Y/N, Baby!" Julien moans holding you in place and grinding against your face as you pump your fingers into her. You feel her starting to shake and clench around you.

You look up at her, moaning at the sight. Her eyes are closed, forehead creased in pleasure. Her whole body tensing up, You feel her cum around your fingers. You continue fucking them in and out of her, letting her ride it out. You remove your fingers and let your tongue take over, lapping and sucking to clean her up. Julien pulls you back up to her mouth, kissing you deeply and moaning at the taste.

She flips you onto your back, still roughly kissing you. She only pulls away, when she's gotten into a straddling position over you. You moan when she reaches for the strap on, moving off of you to stand up.

You watch her put on the harness, before attaching the dildo. You bite your lip, trying to contain how incredibly turned on you are. Julien notices, you watch her lick her hand moving down to pump the strap, coating it in her saliva.

"Fuck Jay.." You groan, your hand going to massage your clit. Julien slaps your hand away, moving onto the bed and going to kneel between your legs.

She traces the tip up and down along your opening, gathering your wetness on the dildo. She pushes the hair out of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Julien pushes into you, hardly giving you time to adjust before she starts fucking you deep and hard. She grabs your hips, pushing you hard into the mattress. You moan out her name, nails dragging down her back.

Julien pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, going deeper. She leans down kissing you roughly, her tongue fighting with yours for dominance.

Julien groans when she hears the sound of how wet you are. Her thrusts keeping steady , as you think your loosing your mind over how good it feels. She pulls out of you to help you turn over, before she thrusts back into you. The pleasure is so intense, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Julien, I can't-" you start to say but cut yourself off with another moan. Julien speeds up her thrusts reaching around you to massage your clit.

"You can take it," Julien pants into your ear, Thrusting harder if that's even possible. "That's my good girl," She says pulling you up by your hair, so she can mouth along your neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" You whine out in time with her thrusts. Julien bites down on your shoulder, and you feel your body start to shake with how intense the pleasure is.

"C'mon princess, you can take it," Julien says into your ear, licking along your neck. Her thrusts are going deeper than you thought possible, your whole body tensing up. You're clinging onto her hard, tears spilling down your cheeks, babbling incoherently.

"Jay, Uh, Daddy!" you scream out coming harshly, you completely pass out against her. You squirt all over the comforter, body going limp.

Julien pulls out of you, quickly undoing the harness with one hand. She gently pulls you into her arms, pushing the comforter off of the bed, as she lays you down.

Julien goes into the attached bathroom, and comes back with a washcloth and starts to clean up your cum covered thighs. She lays you on top of her, running her hands soothingly over your body and whispering sweet nothings in to your hair.

"Jay?" You question finally coming to. Julien's pressing kisses onto your forehead, treating you as if you're made of glass.

"Hi princess," Julien whispers, pushing your hair out of your face.

"That was-" You start to say, but Julien cuts you off.

"You were so good for me, baby. You did so fucking good." Julien kisses you gently, and intensely. You moan into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to her for warmth.

"Where's the comforter?" you ask against her lips, still feeling foggy from your orgasm.

"You came all over it, it was so wet we couldn't use it." Julien says stroking your face gently.

"I'm sorry," You whisper, reaching up to kiss her again.

"There is nothing to apologize for angel," Julien smiles, pulling you closer to her. You wrap both legs around her toned waist, kissing her again as she reaches over you to turn out the lights.

"Jay?" You whisper into the now dark room. You feel her shift against you so you're laying with her head on your chest.

"Yes," You feel her smile against you.

"Did I call you daddy?" You whisper cringing at yourself.

"You sure did," She smiles, biting gently against your breast teasingly.

"I'm so embarrassed.." You say, burying your face into the pillow.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't do that, I love that I fucked you so good you called me daddy," She says pulling you from the pillow.

"It's so sexy, I almost came from that alone." Julien whispers into your ear, biting down softly on your lobe.

"I love you, Jay" You whisper into the dark after a minute.

"I love you more, Baby" Julien whispers back, running her hands soothingly along your thighs.

- How are we feeling guys 👉👈

[a-friendly-fangirl]

I can't fully elaborate right now, because lecture books call and I can't waste time crying... but there's a verse in Lucy's new song that caught my attention from the get go:

You were looking for saints/ But you only found people

First of all, this part reminds me of this other one:

Living with demons I've/ Mistaken for saints

Coming from "Claws In Your Back", Julien's song about trying to fight the darkest parts of ourselves in order to keep living. Julien has several times talked, throughout her music, about using pain (physical or psychological) as a form of connection to God (A saline communion that I held like a séance on the blacktop) or as a way to ask for forgiveness (Start asking for forgiveness in advance/ For all the future things I will destroy), meaning that probably, prior to Claws In Your Back, she was more accepting of her struggles, because they somehow made her a better person through penance (that's why she looked at her demons as if they were actually saints).

But she's come a long way. She's now willing to believe that she deserves better (I wanna be happy, like she sings with Phoebe). Still, she maybe didn't feel like she could go on without some guiding figures like saints, who are idolized and protective figures.

Now, I do believe that Lucy is specifically referring to Phoebe and herself, in her own words. Why? First of all, because she's the one singing them and because there's a nod to Graceland Too (I watched you fall from Grace/ You were graceful), connecting the three of them (Julien's troubled past could be considered a fall from Grace, at least in her own mind).

And if True Blue is any indication of their relationship's past hardships, then of course, if Julien at any point idolized her best friends (who've always been by her side ever since they first met), the ways they hurt each other clearly transformed them from saints to people. Loving people. And to Julien that's fine, because it still "feels good to be known so well".

[thatonefemmelesbian]

Hiii could you do angst with like a happy ending? Thank you!

Thank you for the suggestion!💕 I hope you enjoy it!

*this will be inspired by all too well the short film, Phoebe and Lucy are mentioned in here but also just random names/people too. 1 use of y/n cuz it was necessary :(*

You and Julien had been together for about 4 months, and she decided she wanted you to meet her friends. You’d briefly met a couple before, but tonight you were both invited over to dinner. You were nervous the whole time getting ready, wanting to make a good impression. You had already changed your outfit about 3 times, trying to recall everyone’s names in your head, and details Julien had told you about them. “Sweetheart we’re gonna be late!” Julien yelled from the kitchen. You checked the mirror one last time before nervously exiting the bedroom. “Do I look okay?” You ask as Julien stares at you, not saying a word for a couple of seconds, making your anxiety worse. “You look so gorgeous princess” she finally says, grabbing your waist to pull you into a kiss, pulling away to twirl you around. “You ready to go now, baby?” She asks, grabbing your hand to lead you to her car as you nod.

You arrive at her friends house, greeted by someone unfamiliar, who instantly pulls Julien into a hug. “You guys made it! Finally!” The woman at the door says, letting go of Julien and eying you up and down. “You must be y/n, it’s nice to finally meet you” she says, extending her hand. She guides you both inside, seeing everyone already at the table, already engaged in conversation. “We’re not late are we? Someone took a lifetime getting ready” Julien says, nudging you as you mumble out a quiet ‘sorry’, feeling uneasy with everyone’s attention suddenly directed at you. Everyone starts introducing themselves to you and vice versa as you sit down next to Julien. Everyone there is a couple of years older than you, and you only recognise Phoebe and Lucy.

You sit awkwardly at the table, chiming in every now and then. You feel out of place, but enjoy watching Julien having fun and laughing with her friends about some inside joke. You go to hold her hand, but instead she just brushes it away, giving her undivided attention to some guy named Andrew. You feel a little upset, but let it slide. Until it happens again. And every time you try to say something, she cuts you off. You’re getting more and more upset the longer you sit at the table, just wanting to leave as soon as you can. “Can we leave soon please, I’m not feeling very well” you whisper to Julien. Your anxiety continued to rise, now making you nauseous. “Just wait baby, I’m talking to someone” she says, barely paying attention to a word you said, going right back to talking to some other girl named Claire now.

About another hour has past, before Julien finally decides it’s getting late and she should take you home. “Thank you both for coming! It was really great to meet you” the woman who first greeted you says, hugging you both goodbye. You get back into Julien’s car, relieved to finally go home. “You didn’t have to be so rude the whole time. They wanted to meet you and you didn’t say a word all night, except when you were nagging me to leave” she says, leaving you completely dumbfounded. “I couldn’t get a word in with you talking over me and cutting me off every time I tried to open my mouth. And you were the one being rude, ignoring me the entire night, pushing my hand away every time I went to hold yours, not even looking at me, and not giving a fuck when I told you I was feeling sick and wanted to leave!” You respond, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. “I didn’t ‘talk over you’, or ‘cut you off’, or ‘push your hand away’. I’m sorry you can’t handle me talking to my friends for an hour without getting all jealous. You were just sitting there staring at the floor the whole night, not even making an effort. I’ve never complained when you hang out with your friends.” Julien says, her voice filled with annoyance. “Because I don’t act like you don’t exist when I’m with my friends! I’m not jealous you were talking to other people, I’m upset you completely ignored me! I didn’t know anyone there and everyone was older than me, I just wanted my girlfriend to say one word to me” you choke out, tears beginning to roll down your cheek. You turn your head away from Julien, trying your best to keep your crying quiet. The rest of the car ride back to your place is silent, you continue to cry silently into your hand, and Julien continues to ignore you, focusing on the road.

The second she pulls up to your building, you swing the door open, wanting to just forget about the entire night and go to sleep. But before you can pull your keys out of your purse, you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning you around. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to ignore you, and I should’ve taken you home the second you said you weren’t feeling well. I’m so sorry baby, I was just excited for you to meet everyone but I should’ve realised you were uncomfortable.” Julien says, pulling you into a hug and kissing your head. “it’s ok, Julien, I just wanna forget about it and go to sleep” you mumble back. “No, it’s not okay sweetheart. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that, I’m so sorry. You mean so so much to me, okay? I hope you know that” She says as she pulls you impossibly closer to her, wiping your tears away with her thumb. “I know, and you mean so much to me too. I’m sorry, I should’ve made more of an-” she cuts you off by pressing her lips to yours. “You didn’t have to make more of an effort, I should’ve have said that, I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong princess I promise.” She says as she cups your face in her hands, pressing kisses to your cheeks, making you smile. “There’s that beautiful smile I fell in love with.” She whispers, pulling you in for another kiss.

[boinin]

The dust has settled on Ubers versus Bastard Munchen. Any of us rooting for the Italian side have had to reconsider our theories for the PXG match. It's now being pitched as a battle of the NEL titans, rather than the scrappy underdog match-up some of us were hoping for.

I'm still excited for PXG v BM, as it means we'll get a definitive victor. Not just for the NEL, but for Blue Lock. It'll be either Isagi or Rin, just like in the U20 match.

But beyond that, there's a couple things I'd really like to see addressed. Namely around the master strikers... and the enigma that is Julian Loki.

Loki was introduced much earlier than his colleagues Lavinho, Chris Prince or Snuffy, preceded only by Noel Noa.

Unlike the other masters though, Loki is seventeen. Younger than many of the kids he's coaching... everyone but Rin and Nanase, so far as we know.

Given the other master coaches appear to be at minimum in their mid 20s to late 30s, Loki must have something extremely special going for him to be selected over another player... because whatever way you look at it, his age and inexperience pose a significant red flag.

You should not ask a seventeen year old to monitor a training camp for other teenagers. Come on. I bet Anri was banging her head off a desk when Ego informed her of this decision.

Anyway, building on this train of thought, Loki must have some heft both as a player and a coach to secure this gig. We know he's talented, from the World 5 game (third selection). We also know he's the "top rising star", at least in the French league. But why on earth was he chosen to be a master coach? Is it just to sell BLLK TV subscriptions?

Despite his relative inexperience, there's something about him that puts him in the same league as Noa, Snuffy, Prince and Lavinho, as both a player and a mentor. The question is, how will they establish this?

I have a vague prediction that would sell how good a coach he's been.

Each time so far, the Star Change System has been invoked by the opposing coach. Namely, Lavinho, Prince and Snuffy. Noa's never been particularly happy about it.

Imagine a scenario where PXG are destroying BM, as a result of their disjointed teamwork.

Rin has blown through their defence twice to score, and BM are visibly losing hope. Isagi's spilling puzzle pieces everywhere trying to come up with a countermeasure. But he needs time to think.

Right about then, if Noa decided to substitute on through the Star Change System... it would serve as a powerful commentary.

If resident frigid bastard Noel Noa has to row in to support his team, that says a lot about how well Loki has coached his players.

Does this overly rely on the PXG team's innate talent? Kinda. But you could say say the same for BM and Noa, who's managed to coax fantastic performances from his team in spite of his supposed hands-off approach. We only see things through Isagi's perspective. It's possible Noa's coached the others (such as Jin and Neru) off screen.

In essence: BM have raw talent, about the same as PXG. But the coaches are the ones who've polished it to a killer sharpness. You could argue Barcha were such pushovers because of Lavinho's refusal to refine their footballing early on. Manshine held up better, but like Lavinho Prince let his own narcissism get in the way against BM. Ubers were the hardest to beat, because Snuffy trained all of his players evenly.

So yeah: speculation for now, but I'm curious to see how they're going to justify Julien's placement as a Master Coach. Here's hoping we get some insight during the downtime chapters.

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Here's another Story Script I wanted to do which is a part from Madagascar Escape 2 Africa 🌍 When Alex and Marty tries to find the Water from the Humans and Gloria Rescuing Melman from the Volcano Sacrifice 🔥

This Time I want to change the characters from Regular Show which is the following:

Benson as Alex

Rigby as Marty

Mordecai as Melman

Samantha ( @80ssuperstar ) as Gloria

Hot Dog Leader as King Julien

Fat Hot Dog as Maurice

"Operation Water Rescue: The Volcano Dilemma"

[In the woods, Benson and Rigby go to look for the clog.]

Rigby: Is this place starting to freak you out?

Benson: We'll slip in, find the problem. Hunters will never know we were here.

Rigby: Why are we doing this?

Benson: Look Rigby, maybe my dad will think I'm... I just want to show him I'm a real Boss.

Rigby: As opposed to a chocolate Boss.

Benson: Shh. I know this may sound hard to believe; but apparently, Bosses don't dance.

Rigby: [shocked] WHAT?!?

Benson: SHH!! As far as my dad is concerned.

Rigby: As far as people are concerned, you're a huge hit.

Benson: That was California. This is Africa... it's much tougher crowd. Rigby! Rigby, this is it! This is the clog! Come on.

Rigby: Well, there's the water.

(Rigby drinks some of the water. While Rigby is drinking the water, Benson notices Nana)

Benson: Rigby, stay down. Look at that.

Nana: Knit one, purl two.

Benson: It's her.

Man: Is this right?

Nana: Very good.

Man: Nana, slow down.

Nana: You're a little tangled, aren't you? No, don't pull. I'll do it.

Benson: We need dynamite. Got any dynamite?

Rigby: (loudly) Oh, snap! I just used my last stick this morning!

[Benson tells to quiet down, but an arrow hits the fruit hat of shame 🏹]

Rigby: Savages!

Benson: Evasive maneuvers!

Rigby: Serpentine, serpentine!

Benson: Squiggly squid maneuver!

Rigby: Zag, zig-zag, zig ziggy zag!

Benson: No, no! Squiggly squid!

Rigby: Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch!

Benson: That's too complex! Octopus, octopus!

Rigby: Benson!

Benson: Run, Rigby!

Rigby: Come on, I can't leave you here!

Benson: Go get help! Squiggly squid maneuver! Go! Go! Squiggly squid!

Rigby: ETCH A SKETCH!!! ETCH A SKETCH!!!

[The camera changes to the volcano where Mordecai, Wearing a White Orchid Flower Cowrie Shells Veil Headwear, 4 Flower Lei's, Black and White Feathers on his Ankles and Wrist, is about to go into the lava, but he is looking to the deep of the volcano.]

Mordecai: OK. OK, OK, OK. OK, here we go. OK, OK. Here we go! Here we go!

Joe: What's all the hoopla about?

Blue Jay: Joe?

Blue Jay 2: Joe the Witch Doctor? We thought you were dead!

Joe: So did I. Then I realized I'm covered in brown spots.

Blue Jay: So, Mordecai's not dying! [suddenly realizing the truth] Mordecai's not dying!

Blue Jay 1: Oh, no!

Samantha: Excuse me! Mordecai!! Move! Don't do this! Hot Dog Leader, stop this! This is crazy!

Hot Dog Leader: Oh, suddenly throwing a blue jay into a volcano to make water is crazy!

Samantha: Yes! Please, Mordecai! STOOOP!!!! 😱😱

Mordecai: Samantha? 😯

Samantha: You can't do this! 😭😭

Mordecai: Why not?

Samantha: Because...Oh! 😯😯

[But as she could finish, she trips which causes cracks to come out, Mordecai is shocked at what he's seeing, he runs up, but begins to fall. Samantha stops him from falling]

Samantha: You can't do this, Mordecai. 😢😢

Mordecai: First of all, that hurts. Second of all, I've only got 18 hours to live, anyway. 😢😢

Samantha: Mordecai, I gotta know...did you really mean those things you said about me? 🥹🥰

Mordecai: Of course I did. 🥲🥲

Samantha: That's crazy 😧😧

Mordecai: It Is? 😟😟

Samantha: It's crazy to think I had to go halfway around the world... to find out that the perfect guy for me lived right next door. 🥹🥹☺️😊

Mordecai: Then I guess it's you and me, neighbor. You and me for the next 18 hours. 😻😻😻

Samantha: I'll take whatever you got 🥹❤️🩵

Hot Dog Leader: WHOA WHOA WHOA Fat Hot Dog, what just happened?! 😱😱😱

Fat Hot Dog: I believe the Hot Sassy lady has sung. 😏❤️

HERE'S THE END TO THE PART! 〽️ I Hope you guys love it!!!

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