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Ok I said I didn't ship Beeltejuice and Lydia but now I kinda do after watching Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. Yes she wasn't interested in him romantically but I don't give a f*ck. I don't need a mortal compass to ship fictional characters and I've always shipped villains x heroes. I guess never shipped them in the first movie because I was a kid when I first saw it plus they're both adults in the second movie so what the f*ck. I don't see this any different from shipping a vampire and a human.
Warning: Major spoilers (my long ass review)
My disappointment with this movie is that there were too many plots going on, too many potholes they glossed over, and it felt very rushed. In the first movie I feel like it all came together but this one didn't. I'm also disappointed Beeltejuice and Lydia didn't work together when saving Astrid but I guess they wanted her to have a father/mother/daughter moment.
Astrid & Jeremony
I was fully expecting to hate Astrid but I liked her. She's very stuck up in the beginning but changes later on. She loves her mother but thought she was scam artist but she had good reasons. Hated it when she pointed out that Beetlejuice's contract was void and I was like girl shut the fuck up but at the same time I don't blame her for trying to save her mama from Beeltejuice. Her crush on Jeremy was good and I liked that story line (AHS Murder House vibe) but again it was too rushed. I loved the fact that Beetlejuice stopped him before he can get his card stamped.
Delia & Charles
I enjoyed Delia a lot. She was so much fun and totally would've acted that way if Charles died. I'm glad they didn't just forget about the character Charles because the actor is a disgusting pedo. The character should be separated from the actor. It was pretty clever how they went about it to honor the character and not the asshole. Tim Burton has a lot of balls for that.
Delores & Rory
I loved Delores' introduction but that's it. All she did was look for Beetlejuice and suck souls. Also her story line was way too quick. I was fully expecting to ship her and Beetlejuice but nope. Rory was a good villain but his story line also felt very rushed. It's interesting how Beeltejuice's former wife and Lydia's former fiance died together at their wedding....it's totally not baiting Lydia and Beeltejuice shippers (sarcasm).
Lydia
I loved Lydia too and I can totally see her being easily manipulated but why Rory? At least in the first movie she had a great reason to accept Beetlejuice's offer. Also I feel like Lydia wasn't weird enough and I get it people grow up but still she didn't feel like the same Lydia. I like that she was a supernatural TV host/ghost hunter but I feel like Winona is right that Lydia would been a spinster in the attic. It's funny to me how Lydia mentioned their 600 year age gap but I bet the weird Lydia from the first movie totally would've married a vampire or a zombie.
Beeltejuice
I loved Beeltejuice but he wasn't the star of the show like he was in the last movie. I honestly think he wants to marry Lydia instead of finding someone else to marry because he fell for her over the years but she also got away from their agreement (but then again he didn't seem mad about it). I was hoping Lydia would realize Beetlejuice actually likes her and be grossed out by it. Also there's the fact that he wasn't as pervy like he was in the first movie. I mean he looked at Delia up and down but it's not very bad compared to what he did in the first movie. The Maitlands influenced Beeltejuice because he did a musical number instead of quickly marrying Lydia like he tried to do in the first movie. If he wasn't f*cking around he would've gotten his bride. Maybe he was a bit too confident because this time he had a contract which he was very smart for doing. Did anyone notice he kissed Lydia's hand? I didn't expect that from Beetlejuice. I thought was gonna forcefully kiss her like he did to Barbra but no he was dare I say a gentlemen. Not only did he save Astrid but he exposed Rory to Lydia and he didn't even have to do that because he already had his marriage contract. I'm surprised they didn't try to de-age Michael Keaton in the flashback and it would totally make sense because Beeltejuice did look younger in the first movie but I guess they didn't wanna use too much CGI.
Bob
I loved Bob. He was very funny so I was very sad when Delores killed him. Not sure if he was the same shrunken head from the first movie but I personally don't think he is. He looks too different. Would be funny if all the shrunken heads were the football players.
Potholes & The Maitlands
I hate that they didn't talk about how people who committed suicide become civil servants like it was said in the first movie. They basically erased it because Astrid's dad is working in the Netherworld when he died in the Amazon and Beetlejuice was murdered. The only clue was in the newspaper that I pointed out days ago how workers were wrongfully assigned a suicide and the case workers are on strike. I think that would've been a more interesting story line for Beetlejuice. It would explain why he wants out so badly but I guess Burton didn't want us to feel sympathy for him or make him too deep. What was the damn loophole the Maitlands had? I hate that they didn't even try to explain. I think it would've been sweet if it was Lydia who helped them find a loophole so they can move on after she moved out of the house. Like a parting gift to her parents.
Wolf Jackson
The Wolf Jackson character wasn't all that interesting. To make him more interesting I think it would've been cool if Astrid was a fan of his movies. I think he started working in the afterlife because of the strike so they took whoever they can get even if it's an actor.
The Baby
Also that Baby Beeltejuice was so weird! I loved it! When Lyis Belly started growing I was like holy sh*t is he trying to hint that he wants her to have his babies?! lmao I don't remember the movie being this bloody! The ending was confusing at first but clever because it's basically saying he hasn't given up on Lydia and will continue to haunt her until she's his bride. Also why can't Lydia have her show and still be part of her daughter's life? I hate that she gave it up. I think it would've been nicer if Astrid started working with her. Like a mother daughter ghost show since Astrid can see ghosts too.
Well that's my review. I hope I didn't complain too much because I actually did enjoy the movie. I want to be positive but I always end up writing something to complain about.
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@takiki16 tags on my post are too good not to be shared! The context is wild shit that legit happened in IRL football ⚽ that I need the Ted Lasso fandom to be aware of, because it'd make for excellent fic material:
the MANAGERS #the PERSONAL DRAMA#I KNOW that ted lasso is not designed to be an actual realistic show #I KNOW that this whole thing did in fact begin as a way to soft trap Americans into watching the Prem #to the point that JOSE FUCKING MOURINHO ACTUALLY HAD A PART IN THE ORIGINAL NBC AD #I do NOT want to change the vibe of the show at all #(but like…a dramedy about the EPL that REALLY wanted to roast some fuckers would perhaps…NOT look like ted lasso #if they wanted to start with the managers it would just be two middle aged idiots with BOILING beef #who had to be physically restrained from throwing hands every other game and have personally destroyed each others’ marriages
Okay WHO would Roy have managerial beef with. I vote Arteta. Actually as @elizabear suggests, it's funnier if it's one sided
He would also instinctively dislike Rob Edwards of Luton because Jamie once said he's the hottest manager in the EPL. Roy's annoyed and he doesn't know why. (Rob Edwards is very hot)
For an example of managers throwing hands... the Tuchel/Conte handshake
In fact here's a whole compilation of managers throwing hands.
Thank you for bringing up Mourinho! This is his ad, btw. "What do you WANT Ted?" lives in my mind rent-free
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After much soul-searching I've decided Roy likes Mou a lot among all the managers he's played for. YES, he is a total cunt BUT
he's really fucking funny about it. Like, really.
he's never met a referee he didn't have beef with but most of all Anthony Taylor (as a Roma fan I have to agree with him on that)
the entire 2005 Chelsea team would've died for him. I've said this before, but there can't be a Frank Lampard in TL if Roy plays the box-to-box midfielder role, so this quote about Mourinho walking into Lampard naked in the shower to give him a pep talk? That's Roy. To me.
I can't even pick a quote among all the shit he's said about all the managers he's played against, but I especially enjoy when he used to be a bitch about Pep and Pep was like "I don't know her." It was like a one-sided crush dating back from their Barca days
#if they wanted it to be about the players the literal sky is the limit. WHATEVER the writers room can come up with#it cannot come CLOSE to the batshit drama that real Sockckckckcer Playahs have amongst each other#also intricate rituals. NOT ENOUGH INTRICATE RITUALS#when Jamie scored that free kick after getting permission to be a prick Dani should have kissed him with tongue
Here's some homoeroticism:
#but TO COME BACK TO OP’S POINT ABOUT ACTUAL GAMEPLAY#I want to see Coach Roy get red carded and have to sit in the stands for the next game cursing and swearing
He'd get, like, 3 red cards a season MINIMUM. Mourinho who. Here's Klopp losing it a bit. Here's Pep being passive aggressive as fuck. Pochettino from 2 days ago. Also from last weekend: De Zerbi's "I don't like 80% of referees in England" he's so right for this.
Manager Roy would get himself red carded the week before Richmond play Chelsea away. Totally accidental. So he doesn't have to have a lil cry about it.
#I want to see what it would take to get Zoreaux sent off#and then they have to stick Bumbercatch in goal and it turns out he has some Hyper Specific Phobia about the situation#he manages to save the team but his coping mechanisms for dealing with Forcible Keeper Phobia make up the comedy B-plot of the episode#
I want CLUB RIVALRY. dunno where Richmond actually physically is but imagine if they had derbies#Ted has to be made to understand that no coach - for THIS game we will not stop till we see BLOOD#Richmond wins but bc they are playing away the home fans actively are tossing crap at them as they celebrate on the pitch#also the sprinklers come on and it’s a bus full of soaked greyhounds on the ride home
They're in West London! Maybe they just fucking hate Fulham. Or Brentford.
Actually, I've thought long and hard about Richmond's derby rivalries. Semi-canon sources say they have a bit of a West London rivalry with Brentford BUT to me it doesn't make much sense because Richmond are supposed to have been mid-table in the Prem for years, top-flight but mediocre. Brentford only made it to the Prem in 2021.
Actually, I've decided that Richmond kind of take the place of QPR for most of their history, except they didn't get relegated when QPR did. This is because 1) it'd be too many London-based clubs otherwise but, more importantly, 2) when Man City won their first title in 2012 with Agueeeeeero!!! that was against Richmond. It's funny, To Me.
Also you know Roy still fucking hates Newcastle from his Sunderland academy days. If his pundit career had lasted longer he'd be having top tier shithousery with Alan Shearer every week about it.
Anyway here's a whole youtube playlist about WILD derbies.
#ALSO BC SUAREZ IS COMING TO MIAMI - BITING INCIDENTS CAN THEY DO THAT
As an Italian I am legally obliged to SAY that if Suarez hadn't bitten Chiellini at the World Cup we would have gone past the group stage because Uruguay scored off a corner they won while Italy were all busy telling the ref that there was a fucking cannibal on the pitch. I don't forgive and I don't forget.
Anyway for context: cannibal Luis Suarez. He's a repeat offender. Someone at Richmond would think it was very funny
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#once again sticking this footie post in the tag#ted lasso#FIC AUTHORS I HOPE THIS INSPIRES YOU#tumblr user taakiki16 you're SO valid for those tags I love them#sports#i'm sorry re roy & mourinho it's just true. roy in his prime playing days wouldn't have cared about the cuntery#as a manager he wouldn't be shit to his physio but as a player? sorry it wasn't a deal breaker. he likes mou more than ancelotti. to me#ted lasso meta#i mean. sort of lmao#long post#afc richmond#roy kent#various irl footie people#futbol
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Two Stars
Chapter 1/Prologue
Heya guys! Once more, I am going feral over In Stars and Time and making fanfic. I intend to at least finish Bared Teeth and Open Hands before jumping into anything big, buuuuut this fun little plot bunny hit and I just HAD to get it out.
I meant for this to be funny but oops my hand slipped and there’s an enby crying now.
That said! Post game and 2hat spoilers below! Read at thine own risk! Enjoy~
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Loop and Siffrin get Freaky Friday’d.
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“I wish that Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us…”
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Something warm was pressed to their back, moving rhythmically, as something else wrapped securely around their front. The smell of sandalwood deodorant wasn’t quite enough to mask the scent of sweat, and for some reason that combination of stimulus was enough to make tears leak from their closed eye. The haziness of sleep was washed away in a heart-crushing wave of warmth.
Isabeau.
No, no. Not Isabeau. The Fighter. Isabeau, their Isabeau, was gone… right?
But somehow they were here.
They didn’t dare open their eye, afraid to break whatever fragile illusion was making their heart—heart, they had a heart!—twist in the best kind of pain: less like an injury, and more like stretching a long-sore muscle. It felt warm, right even. If only for that moment, they were loved, and seems they truly were still Siffrin at heart, greedily absorbing the comfort even when they didn’t even understand why they were receiving it. Was this a dream? Their own… world? (Was that how it worked? They’re pretty sure it wasn’t). Some peaceful afterlife? Maybe the Universe spun sugar for them, allowing a nice dream as they faded from existence, role finished.
Stop questioning it. Just enjoy.
“Sif…?” Mumbled a sleepy, wonderfully husky voice. “You okay buddy?” They were pulled a little closer. He was touching them. Willingly!
They meant to say something witty or clever, maybe a pun, anything disarming really! But what came out of their mouth—they had a mouth!—was a little sob.
The Fighter tried to pull his hand away, but they grabbed it reflexively. It couldn’t end, not yet! It was embarrassing, needy, taking advantage of his kindness, but they put his hand to their face, guiding it to stroke their cheek. Their eye rolled up at the sensation, the brush of skin against skin, the warmth, even the little beads of sweat. It was him.
He took over, thumb stroking their cheek, wiping away their tears, while his other fingers threaded into their hair—they had hair! Their breath caught, coming out in a shuddering, relieved sigh with only a hint of sobbing at the end. After so long with no contact, after so long stuck in that starry form, they were drunk on the sensations: the subtle pull of hair against their scalp, the in and out against their back, the way their own breath fell in the rhythm, the thrum of a heart in their chest, the grounded security of a strong arm, the smell of him, the sheer warmth.
It was dizzying, overwhelming, too much to think. They never wanted it to end.
“I’m here, buddy. It’s okay,” Isabeau crooned.
That broke whatever remained. They cried openly as the long-tangled barbed wire of stress and jealousy and loneliness that’d been choking their very soul finally snapped and left them free. Naked, unprotected, but free. And here, at least, they were safe.
“I love you.”
Caught up in the moment, Loop could pretend that was meant for them.
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And back in Dormont, under the night-dark shade of the favor tree, Siffrin stared in quiet horror at the stars dotting what should’ve been his hands.
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I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?
#isat fanfic#isat 2hat#isat siffrin#isat loop#in stars and time#isat spoilers#isat isabeau#freaky friday
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How Yandere Clark would react if the reader wanted to mate with him, being her first time.
This is if reader immediately accepted him and decided to move in with him. Also if she had no negative feelings towards hybrid’s courting methods.
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“A-are you sure?” He stumbled over his words. He needed to be absolutely certain this was what you wanted. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not sure of.”
Clark winced at the thought. He would hate to bring that sort of pain to his mate.
“Clark, for the last time, yes I’m sure.” You huffed. You’d tried to convince him to mate with you which had transformed him into a nervous wreck of a bear.
“S-sorry…..I’m just anxious since I don’t want you to get hurt. Especially not by me…” his form slugged as he entered a depressed state. “It’s stupid, I know.” The round ears atop his head folded down in shame and sadness.
You crawled closer to him and stroked his back. It must’ve looked funny- a small, weak human comforting a giant bear-man like a child.
“It’s not stupid, Clark. Come here.”
The hybrid inhaled deeply as you enveloped him in a hug. Or, as you tried. The difference in size made it a little difficult. Clark loved getting hugs from you. Specifically, he loved when you would massage his ears gently while embracing him.
One of the reasons where because he could breathe in your delicious scent, and the other was because he never received physical affection from anyone before. They’d all get scared and avoid him like the plague the moment they saw his monstrous form. He understood where they were coming from, though. So he didn’t blame them. But it still hurt.
You were so sweet to him! And he loved you so much. At first, he believed he’d be leading a lonely life until he died of old age. But then out of nowhere, you showed up and brought love into his life!
He is very sensitive to everything concerning you, which of why he freaked out when you asked to mate. Sure, you two had lived together for a couple of months now and he’s accidentally seen you naked once when you’d gotten out of the shower and was changing. But even that was enough to make him profusely apologise and hide under the blankets with a flushed face.
He knew you two would one day complete the mating, though he didn’t know it’d be so soon. The truth was, he was scared. Scared of hurting you in the process of something that’s supposed to be connecting two souls and bind them into one. Deep down, it was why he was in no rush to mate with you.
What if he crushed you under his weight while doing it? Your bones, so flimsy and feeble would easily break. Or what if you died of suffocation? The possibilities were hundreds.
“Clark, my teddy bear,” he glanced up to see your kind smile. “You don’t have to worry about me, it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but since this is our f-first together I don’t want it to be a bad memory….”
You chuckled, “it defiantly won’t. You’re so sweet and gentle, there’s no way you’d hurt me.”
“But what if I accidentally-“
You grabbed his shin firmly, setting his widening eyes on you.
“Listen here, Clark. You are the most wonderful, adorable and cutest bear I’ve ever met. You are so nice to every soul you meet, even when they don’t treat you the best. There is no one sweeter to me than you and I love that about you. Clark, you are always so careful around me, it’s as if I’m made out of glass. But I’m not. So stop acting like I am. I need you to fuck me and finish this mating bond or we’ll dance around like this forever, and I’m not about that. You hear me?”
By the end of your speech, the man’s entire face was red with an awestruck expression. Did you just say all that? To him no less!
God, he’s one lucky bear. Being your mate is the best thing that’s happened to him.
A goofy smile graced his features, he giggled and said with a lustful glint in his eyes, “I’ll make you regret saying that. Be prepared, ‘cause we’re not leaving this apartment for a while.”
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Yeah so mostly it’d just turn into a comfort session. Clark loves reader so much and he’s afraid of hurting her, even if it’s by accident! Poor baby!
This bear is simply just a nervous and overthinking wreck when it comes to reader.
Don’t be fooled though. There’s a lot of stamina and lust buried under all that sweetness. He’ll still be careful though, making sure reader is alright and prioritising her pleasure above his. It’s actually his first time as well, so he isn’t entire sure how to go about things, but he’s willing to learn his mate’s body.
Before he met reader. He wanted to know a thing or two about pleasuring your mate. So he typed that in the search engine and he had no idea there’s so much you can do.
Eventually, Clark being Clark, he had to turn it off. Then he went to hide in the bathroom out of embarrassment.
#oc#male yandere#obsessed#yandere#yandere oc#possesive#Clark#hybrid oc#Clark oc#misstycloud au#animal hybrid au#bear hybrid Clark#misstycloud oc#yandere boyfriend#short story#scenario#yandere mate
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Eddie who grew up on 'Bewitched' reruns and now is a bit of witchcraft geek. He knows different herbs and a couple of Latin words and jokingly puts mystic references in his songs. High school jock Steve heard the rumors about Munson boy being satanic cult leader but didn't believe it until feels like Eddie is bewitched' him after they share a joint at some random party.
anon I love this im giggling and kicking my feet
Steve's heard the rumours about Eddie, he's seen the Latin words scribbled on the one notebook he uses in every class, he's felt something akin to lightning under his skin whenever he looks at Eddie.
These things have Steve convinced the rumours are true. Some people say he's a witch, some say he sold his soul to the devil and others think he's not human at all. Steve knows there's definitely something up. He can't stop thinking about him; the way he smiles, the way he winks at Steve in the hallway. It all makes his heart race and his cheeks heat up. It has to be some sort of spell.
And then the party happens. Eddie holds a joint out to him with a raised brow and, unable to say no, Steve takes it from him; trying not to think about the fact that Eddie's lips were just in the same spot he's putting his own. They pass it back and forth until Eddie squashes the butt out under his boot.
Steve feels floaty, relaxed enough to sit a bit closer to Eddie on the cramped couch they sat on. He radiates a comforting warmth and the way their shoulders press together makes him sigh. He likes being close to Eddie.
"You've put a spell on me." Steve says seriously while staring at Eddie's side profile.
Eddie leans his head on the back of the couch and laughs, it's a beautiful sound that drowns out the trashy top 40 song playing around them. "What?"
Steve leans his head back on the couch as well but turns his head to face Eddie, who mirrors his movement, their noses almost touching as they stare at each other. "You've bewitched me." He whispers. "I can't stop thinking about you. Whatever spell you've put on me, it's made me crazy about you."
Eddie's eyes go wide, his mouth forming a surprised 'o' shape, then it's gone, replaced with a lazy smirk as he leans even closer to Steve. "That's a funny way to say you've got a crush on me, Harrington."
"But I don't." He's searching Eddie's face for something, anything, any sign that he's not crazy. That this is more than him having a crush on someone he shouldn't. "You've done something. I know it."
"Trust me, Steve, we would have kissed by now if I'd put a spell on you."
"Oh." Steve's eyes drop to Eddie's lips. "Maybe it is just a crush."
"Does that scare you?" Eddie whispers. Steve's very aware that they are sitting on the couch in the middle of a crowded party but all of the people around them seem so far away. He wants to lean that tiny bit further and taste the beer on Eddie's lips.
"It terrifies me." He whispers back honestly. "But, like, in a good way."
Eddie smiles, seemingly satisfied with Steve's answer.
Steve leans back so that he can take in the beauty of Eddie properly. His eyes trail over the scar on his top lip, the freckles on his nose, the way his eyes crease with his smile and the blush that stain his cheeks. The more he looks, the more beauty he finds. Eddie really has bewitched him.
#HI I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH OF A MESS#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#st4 vol2#steveddie
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"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka
Chapter three: “Until I found her.”
Lucia’s notes: I really do apologize in advance if this chapter is a bit slower or not as thrilling as the previous ones, but I kinda needed to give our sweet Kuku some more space to be himself in all his feels, some sad and piny, some more steamy and shmexy. I promise things will start picking up on the next chapter, which is actually, coming this Friday. @Y/IG/UN stands for Your instagram username. As usual, please let me know if I've let any mistakes get through
Playlist:
Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex.
What a time- Julia Michaels, Niall Horan
Until I found you- Stephen Sanchez
The show- Niall Horan
Content Warning: This chapter is just basically from Kuku’s POV, lots of internal monologue and him pining over reader, basically him being quite an angsty mess for a bit. Brief, mild thoughts of sexy stuff, nothing too graphic, but if you do not want to read it, you can stop reading at “Every time kuku looked at Y/N…” after the first cut.
Word Count: 2kish
Kuku’s POV:
Esteban had never been one to envy what others had, even since he was a little boy, he had always been a generous, kind soul. He also really couldn’t complain about what life had sent his way, not that he hadn’t worked his ass off to get to where he was now, he knew all the success was much deserved. Why couldn’t he stop feeling so mad about Lucas being in a relationship with Y/N then?, why couldn’t he shake the feeling of his friend not being deserving of such a woman?. It was obvious she was way too good for him, she was not only one of the most gorgeous women kuku had ever met, but since the moment he first laid eyes on her, the hazel eyed woman had wooed him. She was so funny, so witty, her laughter so melodious and bright it could light up a whole room. He couldn’t keep lying, not to himself at least, he had the most raging crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.
Since the night of his coming home party, all he could think about was that beautiful woman every second he was awake and every single one of his dreams dominated by her face, the way his name sounded on her voice, the ever so slight lisp when she pronounced his whole name- which made it all that more adorable-. They may not have known eachother for that long, but sometimes it doesn’t take that much time to see the chemistry with someone, he knew it was there; and it saddened him so much to see how much she dulled herself when she was next to her boyfriend. Y/N was no doubts about it, as brilliant and talented as she was beautiful and sexy, he had confirmed that when he found her photography online. She could very well be making a living off of that, why did Lucas hide her away from the world was something he couldn’t grasp. If he were lucky enough to be her boyfriend, he’d brag about her nonstop to anyone who would listen.
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Conversation with Y/N was so easy as well, ever since they started texting and talking on the phone every night he had confirmed, that she was just all the more interesting than he had phatomed on their first encounter. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about and when those rare moments came about, silence was so comfortable it felt as if they knew eachother since forever. They had agreed to meet at the park near his place on a Wednesday afternoon, and he felt as nervous as he did when he went on his first date, or when he had his first ever audition. He remembered Y/N had said she loved Hazelnut caramel lattes one of the times they were chatting, so he made sure to grab two coffees when he headed to their not date date. Esteban took a deep breath as he saw the blonde girl sitting crosslegged on the grass picking at it absentmindedly and walked over to her, placing the to go cup in front of her face “penny for your thoughts sugar?” the freckled man said softly sitting down across from her.
As she took the cup taking a sip and smiled like a little girl who just got the doll she’s been waiting for for so long. “Hazelnut caramel latte, you remembered?” she said almost as if she expected him not to, it was the least he could do, -did Lucas really pay that little attention to her?- he thought as he took a sip from his beverage looking at her as if he were trying to memorize every single detail on her face; some people are so lucky they don’t even realize what they have don’t they?, all he knew, was that he could look at Y/N and listen to her talk all day. There was something really special about the way her face and specially those eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Every time kuku looked at Y/N; all he could think about was how her lips would taste, how soft they’d feel against his; he was sure her skin was as warm and silky as it looked, kuku wanted to trace his fingers along every single inch of her skin, feel the goosebumps underneath his fingertips as he discovered the more tender spots on it. If he were to ever be given the chance to hear his name come out of her luscious lips in a breathy moan, he was sure he would collapse on the spot, in fact it was all he had been thinking about since that night at his parents house.
When Y/N handed him her camera and instructed him to find whatever on that park that inspired him, that made him want to take a picture of, all he wanted to do was point it at her, he could take a million and one pictures of that woman and never grow tired. He decided against it though- he thought he could feel something there from her part as well, but he didn’t want to ruin it if he was wrong- instead, he looked around and found a little girl playing with a dog and aimed the lens towards them; just as he was trying to get the camera focused, he felt the younger’s light breath on the side of his neck and her scent was so intoxicatingly sweet, she smelled like orchids and jasmines, it was the best smell he had ever come across and it fitted her so well, and he could her hear talking, but kuku couldn’t really focus on one single word she was saying. Having her so close to him made his heart race and he could feel the warmth inside him grow, he needed to be this close to Y/N all the time. “And now, once you’ve found what you like, you hold yourself still, and press the button”- You, I like you Y/N so very much- he thought as he could catch her looking at him through the corner of his eyes before snapping the picture.
As kuku stepped into the elevator of his apartment building he couldn’t erase that stupid boyish smile from his lips, he was absolutely smitten, lost, taken, he was gone, there was not even a good enough reason to deny that he was falling head over heels for Y/N, and it pained him so to see a woman such as her, wilting away and dimming her light to fit next to someone like Lucas, she deserved so much better. Esteban took his phone out of his pocket at the chime of a new text coming through, a grin drew on his face as soon as he saw the contact name on the bubble and opened them.
Y/N/N 🤞:This way, you can go back to these later on, when you want to check your first work ;)
Y/N/N 🤞: I had a really good time today by the way, thank you, I really needed to get out of my place, those walls can get trapping.
Y/N had sent him the pictures they had taken that afternoon, when had she managed to take that picture of him with his sunglasses on was a mystery.
Kuku 🤭: thanks for the pictures, and I’m also glad that I could help you feel better, always happy to help a damsel in distress 🤭
Esteban mentally cursed at himself for that supid reply and kept going trough the several pictures she had sent; laughing at a couple where they just got to playing around and decided to post them to his Instagram profile “park shenanigans @Y/IG/UN”. He sighed happily and walked into his place, grabbing a quick snack before going to take a long hot shower, he just needed to get himself together, what was happening wasn’t right. Even if he could tell Lucas didn’t make Y/N happy, even if he knew she deserved better, if he knew he could treat her better, it wasn’t right to be doing what he was doing, and thinking what he was thinking about with her. He either needed to stop and get his act together, or he needed to make his intentions clear to her. After what seemed like ages, and finding himself standing under now cold water, he got out and let himself fall onto his bed staring at the ceiling.
~~~~~
A few days had gone by and Esteban hadn’t heard another word from Y/N that was weird, had something happened at the park the other day? had he done something wrong?. He looked at his phone, nothing, no new posts on Instagram nor any missed texts or calls from her, that was weird, they had gotten into the habit of talking to eachother on a daily basis. He decided to text her and make sure she was alright.
Kuku 🤭: Hey Y/N/N, hope everything’s okay, haven’t heard from you in a while and was getting worried, if you need anything, please let me know. 😚
He put his phone down again seeing no reply from her, not even a confirmation of her reading the text. Kuku decided to get ready and go over to Matias’ house, he texted him on his way over.
Kuku: Mati, I’m on my way to your place with a bottle of wine, I really hope you’re free tonight.
The younger man looked at his phone, knowing something must be going on if his friend was coming over unannounced, and asked his girlfriend Male to give them some space and time for a guys night before replying.
Mati: Well, Male just went out with friends, how bad is it? Do I need to rally the troops? cause I can always text Fran and Agus at least. Lemme know.
He didn’t even wait for the elder’s response, he sent a quick S.O.S text to the others and soon enough they were all at his place. Not long after they were all there, wine was flowing around, so were the laughs and silly jokes until Fran perked up a bit and looked at his freckled face friend “okay, what was the S.O.S text Mati sent about Kuku? spill darling.”
Esteban looked up at the blond sat across from him, and took a deep breath letting it out in a heavy sigh before downing his glass and getting a new one. “you got time?” he looked around a humorless chuckle getting past his lips as the others just looked at him; “okay, so remember the party my childhood friends threw for me a few weeks ago?” at the nod from the rest he continued “well.. there was a girl there…Y/N”.
“The one from your lovey dovey pictures on IG” Agus added on “you two dating?”
Kuku shook his head huffing “wish it was that easy bro, no, she’s dating my childhood best friend, I know she’s absolutely unhappy, I’m sure he’s a douche to her to say the least, and she’s so incredible, she’s not only gorgeous, but smart, sweet, witty, charming, talented, dude, she’s perfect, she literally is pretty much perfect, and I just can’t get her off my mind, and I wish there was something I could do to make her realize that Lucas, my friend, doesn’t deserve to be next to her and for her to finally leave him. He’s shutting her off so much, she’s wilting next to him” he rambled on for a while about the whole situation and ended up with a small shrug of his shoulders while he downed his drink again.
The boys looked at eachother. “Have you tried telling her how you feel?” Mati said as if it were the most obvious next step, and he was right, it was the obvious next step, that’s what he needed to do, and he was gonna do it, he needed to get together with Y/N again and tell her everything that had been going on in his mind.
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It's nice to have a friend ~ Polin
pairing: modern!penelope featherington x modern!colin bridgerton
warning: some swearing, sexual innuendos, fat shaming, shitty mother, usual bridgerton chaos, insomnia, insecurities
summary: a walk through colin and penelope's relationship based on it's nice to have a friend by mother, doctor, taylor allison swift
word count: 2,9k
Penelope Featherington was walking home after a long day at the university and her only company was the ringing bell of the nearby primary school. January didn’t treat London nicely this year and everything around her was completely covered in white fluff. She was barely able to see a chalk drawing on a sidewalk as it was also covered in thin layer of snow. She smiled to herself when she realised that three little people were drawn on the pavement and signed “me and my best friends”. She thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. She’d never been very sentimental about stuff like that but today she felt like she might actually cry because of how freaking cute that was.
She regained her composure when she felt a piercing cold air on her bare fingers. She put her hands into the pockets of her coat only to realise that she lost her gloves, and it was freezing outside, and she still had at least half a kilometre walk to her flat.
‘Awesome,’ she muttered under her breath.
Penelope felt a tap on her shoulder and she thought her soul had just left her body for good. She didn’t have time to reach for pepper spray nor was she half a decent runner to escape the intruder. She waited for the inevitable when a person revealed his face. It was only Colin. Her life long crush, Colin. Her best friend’s brother, Colin. Her best friend too, if she let herself be bold enough to assume so.
‘Hello, Pen.’
‘Colin! I didn’t expect to see you here.’
‘Yeah, I was just walking by and saw you and thought I’d say hi. You’re going home?”
‘Thousand times yes.’
He laughed. She liked the sound of that. It felt nice to hear him laugh at something she said. Even if it wasn’t even a little funny. Still, even Colin’s warm laugh couldn’t prevent her body from shaking from how bloody cold it was.
‘You cold?’
‘I lost my gloves. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry.’
‘Here, take this.’ He handed her one of his blue gloves. Penelope blushed slightly at the gesture but hoped he wouldn’t notice as her cheeks were already pink from the wind. They walked for some time when he suddenly stopped.
‘Wanna hang out? At my place? It’s closer than yours.’
‘Yeah, sounds like fun.’
***
Penelope found herself in Colin Bridgerton’s childhood bedroom for the hundredth time in the past few months looking at him playing some weird video game. Eloise still had classes and Penelope didn’t feel like sitting on her own in their shared flat so she accepted Colin’s invitation to his game session. She was never into such things, not even as a child, not with her mother towering over her shoulder all the time, forcing her into reading educational books instead of some ‘muddling activities’, so she had never played them when she was a kid and now that she’s twenty something years old she just couldn’t find any will in herself to start it. She just didn’t see a point in doing that. Old habits die hard.
‘C’mon Pen, play with me, it’s just Mario Kart.’
‘I can’t.’ He frowned.
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t know how. I’ve never done that before.’
‘NO WAY! You’re friends with Eloise and she has never forced you into playing Mario Kart with her?!’
Penelope just looked at him with a small shrug.
‘It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Sit here.’
He tapped a place between his legs on his bed. She blushed. There was no way she would be able to sit there and play a stupid game while Colin's arms were wrapped around her body. But she did as he told her and sat in front of him and took a pad from him.
‘Are you ready?’ She nodded. ‘Alright, you have to press this button to start and those to move…’
***
Penelope was so happy to finally have vacation. As much as she loved journalism and literature, she was more than ready to unwind and rest during her leave. Her newly landed job was intense and so was her new boss. Charlotte Queen did not let anybody off the hook unless they did everything perfectly and Pen freshly out of university had a bit of hard time adjusting. She was at the annual Bridgertons’ barbecue sitting next to Gregory chatting her ear off with his attempts of flirting (no matter how sweet that was she couldn't really put her heart in it, he was still a kid in her eyes) and trying to ignore the piercing gaze of her mother, who definitely did not approve of her short fitted blue dress. It was too short, too fitting, and definitely too blue, and not yellow enough. She stood up from her seat, took her plate and went to Anthony who was grilling some meat.
‘Classy apron, Viscount Bridgerton.’ He was wearing an apron that said ‘sexy cook’. Probably a gag gift from one of his siblings.
He glared at her but then laughed.
‘Do you want a sausage?’
‘Yeah, I would like one, thank you.’ As he was putting a sausage on her plate she heard her mother's shrieking voice.
‘I don’t think you should be eating that, Penelope, you can skip some of your meals, dear.’
Suddenly she wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. She left her plate on a table next to Anthony and went straight to her seat. Anthony tried to call after her but she ignored him. In another part of the garden, Colin stopped mid track his conversation with Kate about India when he heard Portia’s words. He furrowed his eyebrows on the fact that Pen really listened to her mother and refused to eat. He didn't like it a bit.
‘I’m sorry, Kate, I have something to do.’ She just smiled at him and made a ‘go ahead’ gesture.
He took his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Penelope. When she felt her phone buzzing and picked it up from the table, she saw a message from Colin.
Wanna hang out?
yes
She took her handbag and denim jacket and followed him to the entrance of the garden. He gestured to her to get into his car.
‘Where are we going, Col?’
‘Eat.’
‘But we just ate.’
‘No, WE didn’t. I did.’
‘I’m not hungry.’
‘I don’t care. I am.’
Of course he cared and he didn’t listen to her protests, and soon after they were sitting in a car-park eating burgers and chips that Colin got at a drive through.
‘Don’t listen to that shit.’
She snapped out of the haze.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Don’t listen to the shit your mother is saying to you. You’re perfect just the way you are. And you have to eat to stay healthy, Pen.’
She blushed at his words. She knew he didn’t mean anything by that but it still made her heart flutter. If she wanted to get over her crush on him, he really had to stop saying things like that. But that was that and she couldn’t change his feelings nor could she forced herself to stop loving him. She tried and failed. She just had to accept that he simply saw her the same way he saw Daphne, Eloise, Francesca or Hyacinth. His friendship had to be enough.
‘Thank you, Colin, it's nice to have a friend.’
She broke her own heart by saying those words. But this was for the best.
***
In August, Colin, Penelope, Eloise and her new friend Philip, decided to go camping. Their idea was brilliant until they realised that they live in England and it’s bloody raining all the damn time even during the summer. When it wasn’t pouring outside they tried to make the best of their time, but there wasn’t much left to do, because even when it wasn't raining, there was so much water everywhere and so much mud. So really, all that was left to do was sitting in their tents playing some stupid secondary school games.
Penelope was a little bit miserable during this trip because Eloise obviously wanted to hang out with Philip and Pen as her tent roommate had to spend half of her time outside to give them some privacy. After two days, Colin just ordered Philip to switch the tent with Penelope cause there was no point in them getting rid of her every two hours. So for the rest of the stay, she slept in Colin's tent. She was totally cool with it and her heart wasn’t making somersaults at all.
On the last (rainy) night when she was about to go to sleep, Colin broke the silence.
'I want to travel.'
Penelope smiled at him because she knew that for some time now. Well, at least she was suspecting it. She knew he was searching for a purpose and he couldn’t find it in England and he longed for adventure.
'Then do that.'
'I also want to write.'
'Then do that too.'
He looked at her like she was a bit crazy.
'What if I'm not good enough at it?'
'Then you'll get better, no one's born a perfect writer, all of those great novelists and poets had to start somewhere or otherwise we wouldn't know them now. You've got this, Col, I know you do.'
He grabbed her hand in the dark.
'Thanks, Pen, it's nice to have a friend.'
***
In the last week of summer, after Colin's got back for a short break from his almost the two year trip, Pen and Colin decided to make the best of the last few days of warm weather, before the rainy autumn comes back and enjoy their last days in each other's company before he gets back to travelling and she gets back to work.
She looked up from her spot on a blanket and stared at the light pink sky up on the roof of Aubrey Hall. It was getting dark and late as the sun sunk down.
'Do you want to head back?'
Colin was a considerate type of guy in comparison to Eloise, who usually tended to forget about other people and their needs, unless reminded. The two were completely different but Penelope still adored them both equally. Okay, maybe not. She definitely wouldn’t want to jump Eloise’s bones as much as attractive she was.
She looked away from the sky and towards Colin. She didn’t want to burst the bubble they were in. She liked being alone with him. She liked the fact that he listened. Simply listened. And he saw her, the real her. Even though he clearly couldn’t see or chose to ignore how much in love she was with him.
‘No, not really. I mean, there’s no curfew, right?’
He smiled thinking about the one time he actually sneaked into her house, way past the curfew, and almost got caught just because he wanted to tell her about his plans for a gap year.
‘No, there’s no curfew… Wanna play twenty questions?’
‘Is there a need for that? I’m almost a hundred percent sure we know each other better than that.’
‘C’mon Pen, it’s going to be fun, here, I’ll start. What is your book about?’
‘Romance.’
‘And? That’s it? There has to be something more.’
‘That’s another question, Col. My turn. When are you going to send your journals to the publisher?’
‘I’m not sure I am.’
‘What? Why?’
‘Two additional questions, wait for your turn. Have you been sleeping well?’
‘Uhm, sure?’ Colin didn’t look convinced. ‘Are you sure that’s what you want to use your question for?’
‘Yeah. Pretty sure. Also, the unwritten rule of twenty questions is telling the truth, so please, tell me the truth, Pen.’
She licked her lips considering how much of her late struggles she was supposed to share with Colin without lying and worrying him too much.
‘Okay, not so much. It’s the heat, I can’t sleep because of it.’
Technically not a lie. The temperatures were not helping her insomnia.
‘Anyway, my turn. Why do you not want to show the publisher your journals?’
‘Because they need editing and I can’t edit them myself to make them decent enough to be actually published.’
‘That’s bullshit, Colin, they’re already brilliant as they are but if you want, I can help you. Editing is kinda my job anyway.’
He looks at her gratefully.
‘I’d love that.’
He kept looking at her until she asked if he wanted to ask his next question.
‘Oh, yeah, sure, you’ve been stressed out lately?’
‘Sort of, yeah. It’s hard to keep up with the pace at work and my mum is so behind with paying off her loan and she keeps asking for help and my salary stops covering my and her bills. You?’
‘Yeah, me too. But it’s not important, wanna talk about your mum?’
‘No, I want you to tell me why you’re stressed.’
‘I think I want to stop travelling that much. I’m applying for a job here and I’m getting a flat. I’m thinking about settling down.’
She looked away from him. Colin staying in the country was a dream come true but Colin settling down with some woman was like a nightmare coming to life.
‘Wow. That’s a big decision. Good for you, Col. So, who finally convinced you to stay?’
At that moment Colin felt it was the right moment. He didn’t really want to wait any longer. He didn’t know when he realised that he wanted a future with her nor did he understand that. But he did come to his senses and waiting any longer was not an option. He needed her in his life in more ways than as just a friend. He felt that something finally gave him the nerve to touch her hand.
‘You, Pen.’ He whispered. ‘Cause it’s nice to have a friend.’
***
Penelope was walking home to the sound of church bell rings that carried her all the way back. She wasn’t sure if that was a real wedding or maybe her madly in love mind made that up. As she was passing by the old church, she saw the rice on the ground and thought that it actually felt like snow. And she wasn’t delusional after all, some couple really did get married that day.
She was so happy that the weekend has started because it meant at least two and one third of a day with Colin, doing absolutely nothing, just chilling. But then her phone rang and it turned out to be a call from Portia Featherington herself. Penelope was so worn out after the workload she's been having lately that even a thought of her mother’s nonsense idea of family dinner made her want to crawl into a hole and cry. She knew that the meeting would be a mess. She knew that Philippa and Albion would be a bit too loud and detached from reality but not cruel. She knew that Prudence would be making fun of her for everything and Harry would just smile and agree with whatever his wife said. She knew that everything Portia would say would be nothing more than a bunch of bullshit, but her mother did know where to hit so it would leave a bruise. So Pen was more than happy to bail and stay at home.
What she was not so happy about, however, was the fact that her mother would never give her peace, if they ditch the dinner with her side of the family. It felt almost bizarre, using that phrase, because technically Colin was not her husband, not even her fiance and relatively speaking, her family was simply her family, he didn’t have any obligations towards them.
But Colin was a good boyfriend. He knew what a bitch Portia and Prudence could be, and would never allow Pen to deal with them on her own. The years she spent dealing with their crap alone were more than enough, and now that he finally came to his senses about his feelings, he was going to be there to protect her for the rest of their lives.
Colin was looking at Penelope as she was driving to her family house and couldn’t help but notice how tired and distracted she was. She was still driving safely but her sour mood was visible.
‘Hey, Pen, wanna switch? I can drive for the rest of the way.’
‘No, there’s no need to. I’m fine, it’s not a long drive.’
‘Are you sure? I know you didn’t get much sleep last night.’
She really didn’t. Her insomnia kicked back and she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than two hours every night for the last two weeks. She tried to convince him that she was fine, but he could call her bluff at the blink of an eye.
‘Fine, you can drive.’
He smiled at her as she pulled over and gave her a quick kiss as they got out of the car.
‘Thank you, babe.’
***
The dinner was an absolute and utter disaster. Portia Featherington didn’t disappoint with her nagging comments and unsolicited criticism. She knew how much Pen was working and that she didn't sleep well, and yet the only thing she could say to her was that she should start wearing more makeup and that her figure was not suitable for someone with her height. Colin had enough of her bullshit.
‘Penelope is working really hard because Mrs. Danbury offered her a possible promotion but she has to prove herself and she works her arse off, which you should be proud of. And she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and if you can’t see the value of your own daughter, then you’re fucking blind.’
Colin stood up from his chair, grabbed Pen by hand and dragged her out of the fucking madhouse. He was so furious he realised that he hadn’t said a word to Penelope until they were half way through to their flat.
‘I’m sorry, love. I know they're your family but I couldn’t just sit there and listen as they offended my brilliant girlfriend.’
‘No, I wanted to thank you for having my back there.’
‘Everyday.’
Penelope has realised that for a long time now, she stopped associating home with a place but with a person. At this very moment, their old beat up ford was home, because Colin was there with her. She didn’t need her shitty family when she got him. He was more than enough for her. And Bridgertons were a package deal, with one you got the whole bunch, so she knew that she had more people that she could count on, than she could ever dreamt of.
‘What do you wanna do for the rest of the day?’
She thought about his question for a while. She wasn’t in the mood for anything really, she just wanted to lay in bed and maybe sleep. And maybe she wanted cuddles too.
‘Stay in bed.’
Colin looked at her and smirked.
‘Colin Bridgerton!’
He just smiled and kissed her knuckles.
‘We can stay in bed the whole weekend. We’ve got all the time in the world.’
Later, Penelope sighed happily, as she was lying in his arms in her comfortable clothes. It truly was nice to have a friend. And she was bloody lucky that it was Colin.
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I’ll catch you if you fall.
Pairings: Lo’ak x Fem!reader, Oc!Metkayina male x Fem!Reader
Summary: You found comfort in the unlikeliest of ways.
Warnings: fluff, cursing, slut shaming, just Loak being possessive idiot, violence only slightly.
Slightly proofread!
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It had been a week since you met Naeem, he seemed to consume your every thought. He was sweet and very funny and he was very affectionate. You spent all your free time with him after helping out and training, it was as if he actively searched you out when he was done with his own warrior duties or hunting.
Today was no different except it was, there was training and everyone was at the usual spot only today Naeem sat beside you. You couldn’t help but admire him as he helped teach. “No Tanhì.. like this.” he whispered softly as he corrected your fingers, his cold touch lingering, you gave him a little hum as he fixed your fingers. You could feel the curious gaze of the others which was fine but Lo’aks and Tsireya’s heated glares felt like they were piercing into your soul. “Thanks..” You gave him a little shy smile.
From the moment he saw your face all those months ago when you first arrived with the sullies. Naeem knew he wanted you but was too shy to even make himself known, but when he saw you alone crying after an evening swim he knew he had to heal the hurt in your heart. He hated to see you cry. And the moment Naeem heard you giggle as you spoke to him he knew he was done for, you instantly had him wrapped around your finger.
Naeem didn’t care for the others around in your small circle of friends, he was just enjoying touching you, as if he had to have some sort of skin contact with you, especially if it meant you’d smell like him even just for a little while.
He was very much aware of the jealous stares Lo’ak gave him every time he touched you or spoke to you. He wasn’t scared of the Omatikayan male because as far as Naeem was concerned you were his, his love, his future mate and he planned on making it known soon. The others were confused because they had heard stories of the male being unapproachable and cold towards everyone, he did not like people but he we was being sweet and gentle with you. Lo’ak and Tsireya both seemed deterred by this, she was for once glaring at you. Before you came she had a huge crush on Naeem and to see him being sweet to you in such a way made her furious, especially when she could never seem to get his time and affection. Lo’ak was seething, how dare you give your attention and time so someone other than him despite what he had done to him you would always be his whether he chose you or not.
“Don’t you think that’s enough touching.” Lo’aks voice rang out through the peaceful space. Naeem looke up at Lo’ak with a heated gaze but said nothing as he went back to ignoring him, his gaze softened when turned to look at you. You rolled your eyes at Lo’ak before turning your attention back to Naeem you smiled at him before asking what his name meant you were curious. “My name means comfort and comfort which I think is fitting because I’d love nothing more than to be yours.” He had a cocky smirk as he blatantly flirted with you. This caused you to look away immediately trying to his the heat of a blush rising on your cheeks. “That.. mmm..” was all you could get yourself to say.
“How you find this dude Y/n? Finally stopped opening your legs for the village till you found someone who wanted you now that I have Reya.” Lo’ak spat he knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to hurt you fill you with the pain he was feeling. You looked at him blinking away the tears, for once you weren’t sure what to say. “Got tired of being the village whore Y/n, I’m surprised because all you seem to be good for is spreading your legs to anyone who gives you the slightest attention.” He said with so much hate, he was definitely hurt that someone else was making feel all the things he use too.”
Naeem growled softly at the words Lo’ak said, he instantly turned his attention to you watching as your eyes filled with tears but never fell. You let out a shaky breath as you stood up, and without warning you delivered a punch straight to his face. He stumbled back a few times faces turned to the side as he felt the stinging pain of your hit. “Shut the fuck up Lo’ak. You have no right to talk shit when you were cheating on me with her!” Everyone in the friend group let out small collective gasp, Lo’aks ears went back but that didn’t stop his step forward and rough push to your shoulders. You stood your ground as you continued speaking. “You don’t know anything. I never knew I needed to sleep around to get a guys attention that wasn’t yours.” You said icily.
Naeem stood to his full height towering over Lo’ak, he pushed him back not liking how close to you he had gotten. “Move away from her.” His voice was low and dangerous, his ocean blue eyes seemed to darken with anger. “Does she smell like other men of the village to you?” Naeem questioned him. You tilted your head in slight question yourself if anything you thought you smelled like you normally of soft earthy tone, but that was far from it.
Naeem grabbed you by the waist pulling your back into his chest as he buried his nose into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss against your skin causing you to shiver. Lo’ak was absolutely furious as he watched but stayed silent. “She smells like me, no other male shall touch her.. Y/n is mine.” He declared strongly as he held you close, you smiled a little feeling grateful.
You closed your eyes as you relaxed into his hold eyebrows pinched together as you took a moment. “I am no longer yours Lo’ak. I have no been since the moment you started seeing Tsireya..” You needed to make it known now, slowly lifting your eyes to look at his face as you spoke. “You will always be mine Y/n. No matter if I want you or not.” Lo’ak stated, you shook your head quickly.
“Why would I put myself through the hurt, you don’t need me.. you only want me because I am desirable to someone else. Someone who needs me, not just wants me when it’s convenient.” Lo’aks ears flattened as he tail went limp, Tsireya looked at Lo’ak and teared up. “You would have kept her! You would have still seen her despite everything we’ve done?”
You didn’t get to hear the rest of the argument as Naeem quickly pulled you away, you felt happy that he stood to protect you, to claim you so proudly. You stared down at your intertwined fingers the difference in your skin colors seemed to melt together perfectly.
As he lead you off you closed your eyes, feeling content once again. The silence wasn’t your only friend anymore, you didn’t need to rely on the quiet. For once you didn’t have to force yourself to love the thought of being so alone.
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Can you like.... Write something (maybe like Nsfw of Fluff) about Freyr? I really loved the one with Tyr BTW
You mean write a headcanon or no...? Please be more specific for writers. And thank you, I’m happy you liked it! 😊💕
↳ NSFW Headcanons
The first thing you need to know about Freyr is that he is very charismatic and competent, and Kratos might say otherwise, but we all know Freyr is probably the only god that has been able to unite realms in war to stop one common enemy (correct me if I'm wrong).
So you meet Freyr and he doesn't trust you immediately, as any good leader should, but time passes and you keep protecting and fighting for Vanaheim and he develops a small crush that he prefers to ignore... Until he can't that is, and Lúnda keeps staring at him with an amused grin that just makes him uncomfortable.
Freyr is the first one to check on you when you get hurt, he won't leave your side even if you are safe and sleeping.
Makes one or two mistakes daily when you catch each other staring, he’ll smile like an idiot in love.
Sometimes he just enters your tent to see how you are doing and if he can spend some time with you without thinking about war. Those are the moments he adores.
You need to go into the wild and pick up some stuff? No probs, he goes with you, there's no way he's going to let you go alone, he's there to watch your back... And ensure that no certain Aesir will touch a single string of hair.
Loves touching you, without realizing Freyr might get cozy when you are near. Places his hand on your shoulder, caresses your arm down to your hand slowly, and sometimes even touches your hair if only a little.
You'll be the first person he thinks about when he wakes, and the last thought to drift off to sleep.
The second thing you need to keep in mind is that he is an absolute funny/awkward flirt (don't change my mind), he'll try hard to get your attention.
Doesn't care if you are shy or extroverted, I think the kind of person he would want to be in a relationship is with someone loyal, someone he can cry onto when the thought of Freya haunts his mind, someone he can trust to be himself and not be judged. He is opening his heart and soul, and he'll still be afraid.
Protective. Freyr always puts you before him when you are in danger, you are everything he desires in life, and he won't let anything happen to you now that you are his.
Freyr feels distressed the first time you see him taking the Vanir 'herbs', and it is an addiction and he admits it, if you are willing to stay and help him, he'll see you as the angel that saved his life multiple times.
Kisses, kisses and more kisses. All the time and everywhere.
He also loves kissing you even in front of others.
"Later, Freyr... Not here..."
He chuckles. "Don't be ashamed now, last night you didn't mind me at all."
(I swear Brok and Freya are so done with the two of you).
When he's asleep he will cling to you like a koala to a tree, some nights he’ll whisper the fluffiest and sweetest phrases in your ear. If you try to pull away he'll snuggle you closer.
He loves the little things like your hands interlaced, or brushing your lips together in the dark.
If you perhaps stay at camp and the group goes off to protect Vanaheim, when he comes back he tackles you to the ground, happy to see you again.
Nicknames! Freyr loves to call you 'sunshine', 'darling', and he's getting used to 'princess'. There are times he'll mess with you and call you 'my cutie patootie', he says you are adorable when you get mad.
Dances in the moonlight, Freyr will take you somewhere more private and spend the rest of the night with you, and there is no need for music to make it perfect, looking into his eyes is enough.
Freyr loves you, and he shows his feelings for you every day. Understand that he has a lot of work to protect Vanaheim and he stresses over it often, you are the only one that gives him light and warmth.
#ask box#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gow#gow x reader#god of war x reader#freyr#freyr x reader#headcanon
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I have some COTL followers that I want to draw so bad but I have no idea how to draw furries so while I figure out how tf a snout works in a front or 3/4 view I’ll just describe them for now.
Haar was my first follower. They were a grey rabbit with white tufts of fur on their cheeks. I don’t remember their personality. Their name was actually lost for a while because of a weird glitch where all of my followers from before a certain point didn’t show up when doing a resurrection, but I never forgot their face. They started showing up again sometime after the update so now I have that record again. In my little bit of lore I have for them, they never got a grave because there were very few resources and their body was damaged in a way that would make burying them difficult (in the actual game I butchered them by accident while getting used to the controls), so the lamb gave them an unmarked stone with some loose things around it. Over time their name was lost to history and even the Lamb forgot, so when resources were plentiful enough that they could afford to give a centuries-old grave some attention they drew a picture of them from memory rather than writing their name.
Thebre is my oldest living follower and also my favorite. He’s also bugged in some weird way where he somehow lost all of his naturally occurring traits, which resulted in me getting soft locked whenever I selected him first in the mating tent. I don’t know if it’s been fixed but I’m sure as hell not gonna test that. He’s my spouse and im pretty sure he was one of if not the first that I married. This guy has died five separate times and it’s actually ridiculous. His first was via sacrifice because I had the Good Die Young trait and I didn’t want him to die in shame. The second was before the update that let them take off their necklaces because he had a skull necklace and I wanted to give him a gold skull necklace. The last three are because this dumbass managed to have his soul damned three separate times before the game was patched so that they’d return alive after you defeat them thrice. Two of those were because this fucker won’t stop drinking. I have a lot of lore for him that I’ll go into later but the one bit I will drop because it’s funny as fuck is that he somehow became lovers with every single god in the cult grounds except for Narinder, and that’s only because I’m married to both of them. This man fell for five different gods and I think that’s hilarious, so in his lore I decided that he has a one sided crush on all of them but doesn’t make a move because he’s old enough to remember who they are.
I have more but they don’t have much lore so I’ll cover them later.
#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl follower#cotl follower oc#cotl lamb#cotl sins of the flesh#tw cult#tw sacrifice
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cw: fluff (slightly soul crushing if you squint with an electron microscope)
" awwwh, you're blushing!" he giggles, taking a seat next to me. "am not." i huff, turning my face away so that he can't see me. of course i am blushing, that's something you do when your best friend who you have a crush on bombards you with constant compliments. " y'know, its okay to admit that you like me," he responds in that oh-so-annoying and yet endearing singsong voice, " i can be really irresistible sometimes."
"nope, i have a cold." i cough, very unconvincingly, the embarassing sensation not leaving my body. "if you really had a cold, you wouldn't finish an entire litre of that strawberry matcha icecream from my fridge. i know you well enough." "leave me aloooone," i whine, sinking into the soft sofa and covering my face with a cushion.
"hey, you're in my house." he chides, poking my knee. "you literally asked me to sleep over. you have to pay the dinner tax." i deadpan, letting the cushion muffle my voice. " yeah, one litre of icecream is not a proper dinner." he retorts, trying to pull it away from my face. "aw, come on mate, let me see your pretty face," he pleads. "i promise i'll stop teasing you."
"you never do." i reply, throwing the cushion in his face and getting up, only to feel his arm wrap around my waist and pull me into his lap, my back gently thumping against his chest. "hey! what're you-" "sssh! i am booby trapping you so that you can never escape me." he laughs, the echo vibrating through the room and my chest, and i can feel cupid shoot an arrow into my heart. his arms rest perfectly relaxed around my stomach, full of butterflies and i am still amazed at how my body slots into his tall frame.
"you're a meanie, y'know?" i tell him, praying that he cannot see my face which has turned beet red by now. "you know you love it!" he chuckles softly, burying his face into my neck. i sigh, bringing my hand up to stroke his soft hair which is tickling my cheek. i can still remember when he first did that, how he complained about not getting enough sleep on that rainy monday morning, how my heartbeat was racing at a hundred kilometres an hour feeling his warm breath on me.
i kiss his hair, not knowing what had come over me. "feeling a bit confident tonight, are we, hm?" he asks, the whisper, barely audible, sending shivers down my spine. "yeah, what about it?" i retort. " i like it when you're like that. you should do it more often." "what, kiss you? that's so gay." i scoff, my lips automatically twisting into a smile. "yeah. i am gay. for you, y'know mate." he smirks. i then realise that i've been holding my breath, and i exhale, hoping that he cannot hear my heart threatening to leap out of my chest. "yeah, keep joking." i reply.
"what if i'm not joking. y'know?" he asks, and i feel one of his palms shift and come to rest on my thigh. "i'm not- i'm not joking. i mean its fine, its not a big deal really. if you don't like me, its fine- we can just be friends and-" i cut him off, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his lips. "i'm gay for you too, mate. now shut up already." i answer, and i secretly thank the stars for granting my wish, even though it took three years.
he kisses me now, and i don't stop him. i am in love with him, and i'm so happy that he feels the same way about me. he is so beautiful and funny and nice, and i cannot imagine a life where he is not there. i'd do anything for him. he means so much to me. i softly press into him, feeling our hearts beating together and the edges of the world blur, and we continue until we no longer can. the sun has risen now, and i let the delayed waves of sleep softly wash over me, holding him. and i don't ever want to let go. i love him, i love him, i love him so, so much.
🫀(blackbird)
ps: please forgive any and all mistakes as i was literally making things up on the go. yeah, the brainrot took over again. yes, i am not normal about him at all. i am also on my period, which is something i don't need because i have he/they in my bio. ouch. i'd write more but i feel like i'm talking into the void, so i stopped. i'm still surprised i managed to write something gay without a single cuss word. how's life going on for you? :)
excuse me as i go scream into the void about how single i am for one moment, your regularly scheduled coffeeboy will be back soon
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AAAAAAAAAAAAA
THIS IS SO CUTE LIKE WTAH IM GOING INSANE
*sobbing in the background* im so single
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHICH BRAINROT THIS IS I WOULD LOVE TO ROT AS WELL
also im so sorry about the cramps, mate. god gives his worst cramps to his most trans-est soldiers.
life is going pretty ok, im writing a book entirely because i got my friend hooked on the main couple and they keep asking about it, how is life for you, blackbird?
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wow nici. wow. i really don't what to say, feeling empty. firstly, i want to thank you for this chapter, the wait was so so much deserved! secondly, personally i think you've surpassed yourself with this chapter, it's incredibly good and feels like a separate story within the story. 😭😭😭 you're truly a writing genius, the way you describe emotions is agonizingly good, the actions, the dialogues, everything is on spot. i am applauding to you and your hard work!!!
I've said it already but i KNEW he would be up to something like that! of fucking course he decided everything for both of them and now drowns himself in pity, what a loser 😭 (i still love him and he's very dear to me and i pity him as well, but satoru 😭😭😭 are you for real????) actually i feel all of these things will be like a cold shower to him, a point of no return, it's whether he finally decides to do something or succumb to the mess and drugs fully. I hope for the first one ofc. everything is for him actually, he just has to take it, have some courage and let it. lose control for a little bit and then he should understand it's not anything bad with losing control to a person he trusts. nobody will break him 😩😭 (those who love him ofc)
and my reader girlie...i love her so so much, she's such a strong bold fierce defiant woman, I totally understand why satoru likes her, because how he couldn't??? please stop torturing her and all of us!!
and now to the quotes i wrote my thoughts as i read i thought it might be funny😭😭 might send it in parts as well, sorry 🙏
"Me, who knows how to soothe the invisible wounds, the ones even she denies exist. Me, who knows the soft words she needs to hear after it passes" DAMN NICI FROM THE START? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME I AM REALLY AFRAID
"I didn't want to breathe anymore.
Not in a world where every breath ached without her" what if i jump out of the window ❤️
i don't know what to say rn but the way you describe his feelings is agonizingly beautiful
"She is everything.
Oh, sorry. Forgot. Past tense.
She was everything" who are you telling this bullshit rn NO ONE GONNA BELIEVE THIS, SHE IS AND WILL BE, IDC. I STAND FIRMLY ON THE GROUND.
"Let them drag my name through the mud, tarnish the reputation I'd worked so hard to build." my poor baby boy (let's forget he's a grown up man HE'S A BABY 😭😭😭) i want to hug him so much
yeah now his office is the same as his soul and heart all shattered and broken i am gonna die
I pinned him against the door. Forearm across his throat, crushing his windpipe. His eyes widened, but even then, there was that damn flicker of amusement" what kills me is he fucking knows how bad gojo is feeling rn and still he comes into his office to mock him... this ass doesn't even have some basic human sympathy, he chose the most vulnerable moment and stroke gojo AGAIN
"And there he was. Sukuna" YALL GOTTA HOLD ME BECAUSE I WILL KILL HIS FUCKING "ASS
"Or maybe," Sukuna drawled, pushing the knife deeper, "maybe you wanted to see where this goes. Stain her a bit, make her just a little bit more like you." SEE THAT'S WHAT I MEANT SHUT UP YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT YOU DON'T COST EVEN A FINGER OF GOJO 😭😭😭😭
ahhhh girl !! firstly thank you so so much for your overall support, so glad to have you as a reader but also thank you so much for your messages omg !! and you saying i surpassed myself with this chapter ?? i'm fainting 🫠🫠💔
and you're absolutely right, this is a major turning point. gojo's been hurtling down this path of self-destruction, rationalizing and avoiding at every turn, and now he's face-to-face with the devastating consequences of those choices. it's that cold shower moment you mentioned, where he can either start swimming or drown.
love your insight about losing control !! gojo's terrified of vulnerability, of trusting anyone enough to let go. he equates control with safety, with not being broken again, even if that means breaking himself in the process. but what he needs most – letting someone in, trusting them with his messiness and pain – is the very thing he fights against hardest. he's really stupid 💔
also so glad you like the female lead !! she's force of nature, fierce and unwavering even when her heart is breaking too. their dynamic is so complex and messy and utterly compelling. you're right, she's everything gojo needs and more. it's just a matter of whether he can finally get out of his own damn way. he's really stupid, again 💔
and omg, sending your live reaction quotes is fantastic!! that's honestly so much fun, getting to peek into your thought process as you're reading. it's so gratifying as a writer to see the moments that hit hardest 😭😭❤️
DAMN NICI FROM THE START? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME I AM REALLY AFRAID
lol sorry hehe. but this is really so soft i can't 😭😭
i don't know what to say rn but the way you describe his feelings is agonizingly beautiful
so glad you like it, i spend a lot of time to decide on how to write these things and change sentences like 500 times, it's really hard work, so i'm so glad you appreciate it ❤️
what kills me is he fucking knows how bad gojo is feeling rn and still he comes into his office to mock him... this ass doesn't even have some basic human sympathy, he chose the most vulnerable moment and stroke gojo AGAIN
yes yes yes !! wanted to make sukuna really a bad person like he is in the jjk universe, someone who just thrives on chaos and the pain of others.
and sukuna knows how satoru is struggling with his addiction for years !! and still he's a dick about it because it amuses him. what a loser.
see you in part two lol ♡
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Numbers and Algorithm
We’re back at it again with the Ted Talk! I found the last one very cathartic as it touched upon things I’ve felt a whole lot in the past, so I’m gonna pluck another struggle out and try and talk it through, with the hope of maybe opening a heart or changing a toxic mindset or two.
Something I’ve found is that social media, in terms of algorithm, is a giant, sometimes stressful, fast train that never ever stops. You gotta cling onto it for dear life if you wanna stay on, and you gotta catch it at the right times to be successful. And that success? It’s reflected in numbers. Likes. Subscribers. Followers. Kudos. Bookmarks. You name it. The system is engraved into almost every interactive platform—and especially the ones where people share their creativity/work.
With a heavy, stubborn heart, I��m gonna say f*ck the numbers. I can’t think of another aspect of social media that messes with your brain and heart and self-esteem more. They can both cause an absolute heyday, jumping for joy, reaching the clouds, and crush your soul at the same exact time. And the thing is that it’s not something you can turn off either; when you’re on social media, I think we naturally want that attention, and that validation, and want to see our work balloon with high numbers. It’s toxic, it’s a little dangerous to the heart, but it’s a part of the contract when you sign up for the posting stuff online game. Needless to say, the most dangerous part of this system is what happens when those numbers don’t even reach the double digits. And what happens when we see others reach the thousands.
Imagine spending weeks on a drawing; you pour so much time and effort and love into it, and along the way, you can’t help but think how well it’s going to do online. It’s fanart of a beloved character! It’s funny! It’s great! All that excitement and anticipation pushes you forward, until the day that it’s done. Then you post it. The post accumulates 5 likes; zero retweets, zero comments, zero anything after the first day. That is… not a fun time. It crushes you. It makes you think what did you do wrong? Why is is not good enough to be viral? Then, to make matters worse, you go and see a meme of stick figures that reaches 900 likes—from a person who doesn’t have a huge following to begin with. Maybe even one that’s smaller than yours.
Whooh boy… jealously is such a big part of this. It’s such a big part of me, and I can try to deny it till the day I die. And I got that speeding train to blame for that (or a least a big chunk of it; I got my own problems). But… what do you do about this then? Well, something that’s helped me, something I’ve forced myself to nail into my head, is to accept two things: One, is that sometimes people just hit the algorithm right, catch that train at the right time, and you don’t. Something explodes in popularity because it was timed right with a trailer that just dropped, or an anniversary, or whatever. It’s how the game goes. Two, is that it’s important to remember that these people who snowball those big numbers, well, there’s a reason they did. I find that I can become blind to this because of envy—and that’s no good. People put time, and effort, and love into projects, and people will recognize that. Maybe the artist of that stick figure meme has an amazing sense of humor my brain refused to recognize. Sometimes you just have to plaster on a smile and support someone else who performed better than you, because ignoring/even trying to look for flaws in their work out of spite is incredibly unkind. Something else I’ve found is that when you praise someone, even if it doesn’t originally come from a sincere place, you might find yourself appreciating others’ work for real. And when that happens, that envy will begin to ebb <3
Finally, and similarly to praise, a huge factor of all of this is expectation. Expecting that fanart to do amazingly well, expecting that story to be gushed about, expecting people to care. The problem lies in what happens when those things aren’t met. Setting expectations is a subliminal thing, and not really something we control. But at the same time, it’s important to not get carried away with them—because that’s where the heartache starts. More than anything, you have to know your work is special, and meaningful, and worth it, without numbers reflecting that. Numbers will not always reflect the time and effort put into something, but that does not mean you did not spend a month writing a single chapter for a story.
We can’t mediate ourselves into telling ourselves we don’t care about numbers—it’s too big of a player in the game. And it’s absolutely okay to accept the hurt that comes with it; stifling it and pretending it means nothing may make you feel worse inside. Truthfully, as long as you know how hard you worked on something, and that worth is not defined by a thumbs up or hearts, then you will be just fine <3 You are hardworking, and strong, and worth a million likes on any platform. And you are incredibly, incredibly brave for putting your work out there!
#venting#things#jealousy#dude I’ma jealous mess#but plz be kind <3#it does wonders for envy#another speech somehow#this went on for so long I’m sorry 😭#I don’t know what’s wrong with me lol I need a stop button#good English practice I have a summative due soon#self care#there’s a surprising amount of willpower in not whining about my own examples
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✉️ 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂,
𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥,
i have so many things to ask you, like if you have any idea how wondrous you truly are? or if you even knew the amount on how much i really adore you? did you ever decided to stop and see the changes you've made in me? ( all of them good and never bad, i promise you. because you could only change me for the better, and I'll forever thank you for that. ) and how could you ever dare to question the perfection you truly are? I'll never stop being grateful to whatever higher power that allowed us to meet and be friends because yun haea, i swear you're the best thing that ever happened to me.
sister, best friend, soul-mate, darling, beloved, cherished — your name is is synonymous with all these and so much more. we were once just two young girls, both scarred and scared of whatever's up to come when we first came to sua, saw each other and decided to held on each other tight as we journeyed the new chapters and phases of life together. for years, I've been so wounded from the countless times of people never stopping to take advantage of me, trampling me and just crushing me further : yet you've had been my very first and genuine taste of what its like to become friends without me having any use to you, of what's it meant to be loved without any expectations.
there's so many things about you i could tell you that i love, things that made me adore you so much — but where do i even start?
your starry doe eyes, holding a thousands constellations ( and yet you still shine brighter than a million of stars ) the way the edges of your lips would slowly curl heavenwards into the prettiest smiles that ever graced the earth ( just the sight would have the angels sing and the heavens ruptured ) how you must have the most beautiful soul in the world ( because i swear you've been far too kind and good, even for your own sake ) you're such a golden and glittering thing, a girl made of shinning stardust and wispy daydreams. funny how you might call this adulation, but I'll still tell you this is merely appreciation.
there's so much i want to say, so much i want to speak. but for now, my darling haea, this is enough. will it ever be?
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 — ( a letter left forgotten, hidden in the drawers of her nightstand )
#₊ . ࣪ ✧ — 𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑳 : 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂.#₊ . ࣪ ✧ — 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 & 𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐀#when i write the most romantic shit ever#and its just from a girl to her best friend#who she might be lowkey falling for#BUT ANYWAY
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Fic Recs
Focus: mobreimob (any dynamics)
Hi I decided to compile some fics I like and I did not include my own because I would be biased heh.. any information is from at the time this post was written and I can't promise I will update it with new relevant information.
These are just a handful of the fics I like and obviously I couldn't include the ones where sharing is disabled so I hope you enjoy this little collection of things I enjoy!
Reigenomics by FazbearFucker420
Current status: ongoing, 2 chapters out
Plot: A story about Reigen being approached by time travelling Americans who are convinced he is the reincarnation of president Raegan. Reimob is said to be platonic and it's both in the & and / tag for the pairing.
Vibes: lighthearted, funny, in character, easy to read
The 53rd Attempt by Sentient_Fractal
Current status: ongoing, 11 chapters out
Plot: READ THE WARNINGS ON THE FIC. A story about Mob and Reigen after the universe ends and Mob is tasked with finding out why it happened and he gets to bring 1 person with him. He chooses Reigen. There is no food but the entity forcing Mob to do this has set the condition that Reigen has to feed exclusively on his cum to survive. Everytime they fail they have to retry and this takes place on their 53rd attempt.
Vibes: dark, angsty, brutal, inhumane setting, very cute at times, soul crushing at times, READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY
Three Heartbeats by OMGallnamesaretaken
Current status: ongoing, 9 chapters out
Plot: A same age au where Reigen transfers to Mob’s school. Mob is warned that Reigen can't be trusted and Reigen is warned that Mob is very dangerous, but they still seek each other out. Reigen also happens to see in a relationship with Tsubomi, Mob's childhood friend and crush. Adventures, drama and awkward flirting ensues.
Vibes: exciting, emotional, both angsty and fluffy, action
Taka-chan Sent You A Message by pokkneneng
Current status: ongoing, 1 chapter out
Plot: Age swap au where Arataka cons creepy men online by pretending to be a girl and exchanging photoshopped nudes for powerful items, but he meets a player called Shadow100 who doesn’t fall for his bait and they become friends, buy what will happen when he stops lying about who he is?
Vibes: cute, angst, cliff hangers, that feeling when it's like the whole universe doesn't really matter for a while only these two?? Hard to explain
Heartbeats by Ha11ucigenia
Current status: completed, 1 chapter
Plot: jealousy smut fic where Reigen meets a girl he used to have a thing with and Mob is so very upset and they have amazing sex to get rid of the bad feelings, like the smut is fucking great in this one cannot recommend it enough
Vibes: angsty, cute, COMFORT, hot
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Storm Brewing (Part 2)
Another request! I apologize for the wait! Cang Du Lives Au request granted and continued!
Character(s):
Bazz B
Cang Du
Giselle Gewelle
Candice Catnipp
Liltotto Lamperd
Meninas Mcallon
Mention of Bambietta Basterbine
Toshiro Hitsugaya
Rangiku Matsumoto
Gremmy Thoumeaux
Kenpachi
Mention of As Nodt
Tag(s):
Mention of Character Death(s)
Character Death
Uncomfortable Character Dialogue "
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Bazz B stared at Cang Du, who seemed to stare at the dead captain and lieutenant. He felt confused as to why he let him fight against the captain. He knew Cang Du was a loyal soldier towards Yhwach, so why?
Cang Du seemed to have read his mind and turned to stare at him. Cang Du blinked at him before resuming staring at their kill. Their... What a funny word. He scowled, expecting for Cang Du to answer. To his surprise, he did.
"He was suppose to be my target. Why did you take my kill. His majesty had orders for us to kill the captains with their stolen Bankai," Cang Du said. "At least you could have gone for his lieutenant."
"Seem like I care!? I could have stolen anyone's kill but you stole an interesting kill! So I had to take it!"
Cang Du looked at him and gave him a hard glare. "You had no right but to follow his orders."
"Oh! So why didn't you interfer!? Is it because of your damn belief?! Philosophy!?" Bazz B spat, his voice rising as well as his annoyance.
"His Majesty's orders. Follow what you are told. It is very simple. As for my philosophy, I reenforce it when necessary."
Bazz B grit his death and glared at him, wanting to burn a hole on his neck or pick up a fight with him. For him, the battle was just a breeze against the captain. He had enough energy to fight him.
Cang Du must have sensed him because he gave him a stern glare. "This battle is not against each other but the captains."
It pissed Bazz B that Cang Du had not snapped at him back and keeping his temper down, if he had any.
"W-Well your welcome!! I don't give a damn if you live or not!" Bazz B snapped and turned around, ready to departure and join battle.
Cang Du turned his attention towards the opposite direction, though he was guessing he was going to fight other captains. Bazz B clicked his tongue in annoyance and left Cang Du alone with the captain and lieutenant, both of them resting, together. He rolled his eyes at the cold thinking of Cang Du yet began to question why he believed it. He shook his head and continued to venture off to another battle.
He stopped to rest a bit and began to scout, killing enemies in sight, after killing soul reapers (sadly, those that crossed him) he felt everything shake. He stopped and stared at Gremmy fighting. He scowled as he saw him fighting the strongest of the captains, Kenpachi.
That is what you get for stealing someone's prey instead of waiting patiently... he thought, scowling to himself.
He stopped his train of thoughts when he noticed a fireball, large enough to crush what used to be Seireitei. His eyes widened and gritted his teeth.
"THE HELL THOSE THAT IDIOT GREMMY THINK HE'S DOING!?"
He watched as the fireball grew closer and closer, until the small figure of Kenpachi jumped and sliced it in half. He watched as the battle continued, seeing that Kenpachi was truly a monster. He felt his annoyance growing inside of him like the flames he creates.
Finally, he watched as Gremmy somehow got the opportunity to suffocate Kenpachi, killing him. He huffed, turned around and continued his journey. He stopped abruptly when he was the Female Sternritters. He frowned slightly when he noticed that one of them was missing.
Bambietta... Must have died in battle... he thought to himself.
He appeared behind them, watching them stand where Kenpachi's body was. He frowned slightly.
"The hell are you guys doing?! Aren't you all supposed to go hunting for Soul Reapers!? If you "
"Shut up Bazz B! We are deciding if Gigi should use her ability on him. He could be an advantage!" Candice snapped.
"Though I think I should get the credit and decide if you should do so," a voice said from behind.
They all turned around and saw Gremmy, smiling at them. He knew that smile was not sincere and was only send chills down your spine.
"Gremmy! You idiot! We could have all died!!" Bazz B snapped, a vein popping.
"But did you die, I see you more than alive," he said coolly, unaffected by their expressions.
Bazz B clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"When this war is over, I will have time to relieve all the stress that I feel. For example, Candice, would you?"
Candice gave him a look of disgust, not wanting to know what he was referring to. Bazz B shook his head.
"Getting the ladies riled up, aren't you?!" Bazz B snapped.
"Don't worry, I can make anything happen and soon enough, you shall understand," Gremmy said eerily.
Meninas shuttered, now feeling fear, now wondering where As Nodt was. They heard an explosion, bringing their attention to it. Their eyes widened when they saw who it was.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
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A/N: Sorry for taking too long but here it is! Enjoy! :3
Also, sorry for the long list of tags...
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