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Lease of Life | Azriel x Reader Part 1
Summary: The youngest Archeron sister had been plagued by sickness her whole life. Her family just had to watch as she endured a slow, agonising death. However, the events of her sister’s transition into Prythian has the Archeron sisters having to endure the change of their very existence. It seems to be a new lease of life for (F/n), but her new life is not as sweet as she would like as she realises that she is slowly falling for the Shadowsinger, whom only has his sights set on her elder sister.
Warnings: Death, violence, angst, dark thoughts.
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Soft light peaked through curtains, bringing with it a gentle breeze from the cracked window. It would have been serene were it not for the pain that accompanied your existence in this world. Another day of being coddled like a child by the maids. Perhaps your sisters would grace you with their presence again today, letting you know that they had found yet another healer who claimed to have the ability to nurse you back to health.
Health. Not a day in your twenty years had you ever paired yourself and the word healthy in one sentence. Sick from birth. Living from one ailment to the next, waiting for the day where you did not awake again. When your father had lost his wealth, you and your three sisters were forced to move into more “modest” living circumstances your father had called it. Not that you considered slowly starving to death modest. The gain that Feyre had hunted was barely enough to scrape by on, let alone having to spend any spare coin she had to provide you with medicines so you did not meet your maker within the following days. Guilt consumed you when you realised she would give you half her serving of food, see her forego a new cloak to get her hands on some sort of treatment for you. Often you had wished that your next bout of flu or fever would suck you into the darkness just so Feyre, Nesta, Elain and your father might have better quality of life.
But then, Feyre had left. Gone with some distant, well off aunt. From living in a hovel, to being reintroduced to wealth you could just barely remember. Feyre took with her Nesta’s shame, your father’s sadness and Elain’s desperation. If only she had taken your sickness too. You had hoped that the sudden wealth would provide some cure. That would give you a new lease of life. However, healer after healer, remedy after remedy had dashed all hopes of you ever living a normal life. Though, Nesta and Elain seemed determined to scour to the ends of the earth for a healer that could give you your life back.
It had frustrated you. Their sudden willingness to help when they watched Feyre give everything but the clothes off her back for you. They sat and judged her. Nesta’s pride was just as strong as her protection over Elain. Two women content with sitting around, waiting for a man to take their hand in marriage. Pathetic. You wanted to shake them out of their silly daze, tell them to go live the life you yearned for. Travel, go horseback riding, anything. Anything other than sitting around the house, gossiping with those who turned their noses up at you and your family when poverty had the Archerons in a chokehold. Those same people who now looked at you as a charity case. Spoke about you as if you were not in front of them.
How terrible for such youth to be bed bound.
So disappointing for a lady of your age to be unable to get married.
Never to have children — such a shame.
The maid entering the room tore you from your pitiful thoughts. “Good morning, (F/n). How are you feeling?”
“The same as I have all my damn life, Dina,” You all but bit back.
“Language, child. You won’t get better with that attitude.” Another optimist. Great. It took every modicum of self control not to tear into her. But you would not. Dina was about as kind as they got. She was the closest thing to a mother you had known, after losing your own before you were old enough to walk.
“Sorry, Dina. What’s on the schedule for today?” You hoped there would be no visits from any of your sisters’ aristocrat friends. Not today, today you were tired and wished to at least pretend as though you were normal.
As if the gods above had answered your prayers, Dina spoke “Nothing, for once, sweet one,” She replied softly as she helped you to sit. “You may do what you please today.” Her voice was like honey as she took a brush to your thin hair. Dina was the only handmaid who had treated you like a human. Although she was cautious, she allowed you some freedoms that often had your sisters reeling with concern. Nesta had tried to dismiss her the first time you walked around the manor with Dina by your side, claiming that a seizure could take you at any moment and that Dina was not fit to look after you. She had relented when she saw how genuinely happy you looked at the mere prospect of walking .
“Great! I would like to have breakfast in the dining hall with my sisters today.” With a ‘hmph’ of agreement from Dina, she prepared you for the day. She smoothed each article of clothing over you as if you were a living, breathing work of art.
Once she was satisfied, her brows furrowed slightly as she held her hand to your forehead, “You have a slight fever, child. You better take it easy today.”
With a sigh from deep within your soul, you breathed a “I always do.”
The walk from your bedroom to the dining hall was more taxing than what you were used to, a tell tale that you would likely be completely incapacitated in the following days. Though you did not let it show. If there was even so much a whisper of your health taking another turn, Nesta and Elain would have one of the butlers carry you back to your room. As you approached the doors to the dining room, you could’ve sworn you could hear Feyre. You knew it wasn’t true. She hadn’t visited once since she left for your aunt’s. However, the closer you got, the more voices you could hear. “I thought you said there were no plans today.”
“There wasn’t.” Perhaps it was one of Elain’s wedding planners who had an appointment. Ugh.
Nothing could prepare you for what you saw when you opened the door. Fae. There was no doubt about it when you beheld the wings, the pointed ears and the ethereal beauty each of them possessed. In spite of the fact that the creatures you were taught to fear were standing a mere few feet from you, what sent your mind into a haze was seeing Feyre with them. Standing among them with pointed ears, with a frame more elongated than what you remembered, with that same otherworldly presence than the others.
“What the fuck,” You breathed, not entirely sure if this was a dream your fevered brain had concocted.
“(F/n) what are you doing out of bed?” Nesta barked, rushing over to you. Within an instant, she was shielding you from the guests. Her hands brushing over your cheeks and forehead. “You’ve got a fever, you shouldn’t be down here. Go back to your room.” Nesta’s voice did not leave much room for argument.
“(F/n),” Though Feyre looked different, her voice was just the same. The only difference, that she sounded more mature from when you last saw her in your dilapidated cottage. Pushing passed Nesta, you walked to just in front of your sister, who seemingly held her breath as you assessed her. Face filled out, strong body and she looked happy. Happy with her company and the beautiful man with violet eyes standing next to her. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. You had never seen her at a loss for words, not with you, not ever. The man by her side placed a hand on the small of her back as you continued to scan her silently. She did not break your gaze once, but visibly relaxed just at the touch of her partner, you had gathered by now. “(F/n), I’m sor-.”
Before she could even finish, you flung your arms around her, holding onto her as though she had risen from the dead. And when Feyre returned the embrace, you buried your head into the crook of her neck to hide your tears from her company. “Don’t,” you sobbed, “Don’t you apologise to me. Not when you are the only reason we did not die in that cottage.” It was now Feyre’s turn to cry. Pulling away from her, you smoothed your hands over her hair. Eyes taking in every single detail and committing them to memory. You wiped her tears with your thumbs and placed a kiss on each of her cheeks. “Do you want to introduce us to your friends before this gets awkward?” You joked.
Feyre stepped back into the arms of the man, while Nesta and Elain approached your side. Nesta looked as though she was ready to rip Feyre to shreds and Elain looked entirely bewildered by the situation. “Nesta, Elain, (F/n)... This is Rhysand. The High Lord of the Night Court in Prythian and my mate,” you looked to the man standing next to Feyre, his eyes piercing yet kind. Both Nesta and Elain stood stationary. Assessing him. Calculating whether or not he was a threat. Looking from them to Rhysand with a slight roll of your eyes, you approached him and offered your hand.
His hand was large and strong, you could’ve sworn you could feel the magic thrumming in his blood. With a gentle smile, you looked deep into his eyes. “Rhysand, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise, (F/n). Feyre has told me a great deal about you.” His voice was like spiced rum, filling you with warmth akin to the heat of a fire on a frigid snowy night.
Your eyes shot to Feyre’s with a knowing smirk, her cheeks rosy as she beheld her... mate she called it. She gestured towards the blond woman next, who appeared to be very eager to meet you, “This is Morrigan. Rhys’s cousin. She oversees the court.”
“Nice to meet you, Morrigan.” Shaking her hand, you laughed gently as she smiled at you excitedly.
“It’s great to meet you, (F/n).”
“Next is Amren, Rhys’s second in command.” You barely registered Feyre as you moved to look at Amren. Amren seemed different than the others, though you could not quite place your finger on it. Nonetheless, you shook her hand and introduced yourself. Feyre moved on to to the tall winged men next. “This is Cassian, the general of the Night Court’s armies.”
Cassian had his eyes trained on Nesta, the two in a staring contest. Each of their expressions were about as sour as they got, daring one another to say or do something brash. You snorted slightly, drawing Nesta and Cassian’s attention to you, “I haven’t seen anyone that didn’t wither under Nesta’s glare,” You could feel her burning holes into the back of your head yet you remained fixed on the general, “It’s nice to meet you, general.”
“It’s nice to meet the sister Feyre speaks nothing but fondly of,” He replied quietly, taking your hand in his and looking at you with so much emotion. You weren’t sure where it came from, but he was clearly troubled about being in the presence of Nesta. You were sure you’d find out soon whether you wanted to or not.
Feyre ushered you along to the final member of the group, not without a pointed and warning glance at the general. “Last, but not least, (F/n) this is Azriel. The spymaster of the Night Court.”
For once, you felt at a loss for words. The being in front of you was the most striking man you had ever seen. As if the gods themselves had forged him. His dark skin, golden eyes, short black hair and domineering wings jutting out each side of him. His gaze sucked the breath from your lungs. Azriel held his gloved hand out, and you absentmindedly lifted your own to meet it. The heat of his grasp jumpstarted your brain back to reality. With flushed cheeks and a smile you found your voice, “Pleasure to meet you, Azriel.”
Azriel nodded in acknowledgment as his eyes swept over you, “Pleasure is all mine.” Gods, his voice was unlike anything you had ever heard. It sent a wave of shivers gliding across your body. Although, you were aware of the way he was analysing you. Scoping out whether you were any sort of liability to his court. Figures.
Letting go of his hand, you stepped back and addressed the group as a whole, “While it is lovely to meet you all, I’m sure you are not here to just reunite Feyre with her family.”
This seemed to bring Nesta to life as she stood in front of you, taking command of being host instead, “I agree. What do you want, Feyre?” Nesta’s demeanour sucked the joy out of the room within the second, Feyre’s face turning grim.
“We should sit down,” She replied quietly. Unease settled in your stomach. Grabbing her hand, you guided her to the table and sat yourself next to her. Rhysand placed himself on her right, and the rest of her… friends sat around you both. Your remaining sisters sat across from you, Nesta making sure she gave you a disapproving stare before she refocused on Feyre.
The talking went on for what felt like hours, Feyre explaining the war across the wall which seemed to have the end of the mortal worlds written in its destiny. The thought of it made you sick, the fighting that was approaching. Approaching fast. And you knew, that you would have to lie in your bed and wait. Sit idly by as your dearest sister fought a war that was not hers to start with yet she had embraced because of the people sitting around you both. A family. That’s what they were. Rhysand and his peers were a family. Part of your soul ached at the notion of Feyre leaving you and your dysfunctional family in order to find one that suited her better. That she had not visited once, to try and work on her relationships. But you quickly dashed all thoughts, understanding flooding your senses. When she was human, she gave up everything so everyone else would thrive around her. She hunted so you had food, she got money in whatever way she could so your family stayed clothed. Most of all, she had to fight tooth and nail in a losing battle to make sure you did not die. So she left.
And did not blame her for it.
In the brief moments you were stuck in your thoughts, Nesta and Cassian were nothing short of brawling.
“That’s enough,” Feyre all but boomed. Her sudden burst seemed to hit Nesta like ice cold water.
“You do not get to come into my home and order me around after you left!” Nesta spat in reply, “You do not get to come here and ask of us what you are asking!”
Feyre took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, “I know that, Nesta, I know. I wouldn’t put you three in this position if I didn’t think it was-.”
“Don’t finish that. Don’t you dare. Because this is not the first time you’ve done this. Not when you showed up a year ago wailing about another fae you just had to save, leaving us in the dust again!” It was rare that you ever saw Nesta this riled up. Her anger was something you tried to avoid at all costs. You believed that if she had the ability, Nesta’s rage would burn the world down around her.
That was not what you were focused on in that moment. No, it was what she said about Feyre already having been there. A year ago. “What are you talking? When was Feyre here last?” Heat spread across your body, the fever catching up with you. Nesta’s eyes shot to you as she realised what she had just let out of the bag. “You’re saying Feyre was here a year ago and you didn’t let her see me. Is that what you’re saying?” Your body began to feel strange. A slight sweat was breaking out across your forehead as a thrumming began in your head.
“(F/n) you were very unwell when Feyre arrived last year, you were barely hanging on and we didn’t want to stress you out more than what was necessary.” The first time Elain had spoken this whole time. She spoke gently as though you would break at any moment.
“Oh please, spare me!” You snapped. “I’m so sick of you treating me like this! Would you all get a grip! I’m dying, and have been since the day I was born! Just accept it!” You shoved your chair back from the table with trembling hands. Standing brought with it a wave a dizziness that you did not allow anyone the time to observe before you continued your rant, “For once, I just want you to think about me and not yourselves. Just once! You would have let me die a year ago without the chance to see my sister one last time. Whether you like it or not, these are not your decisions to make. They’re mine.” You began walking towards Dina, whom you hadn’t realise has been tucked away in the back of the room this whole time.
It took one look at you for her to realise you were going downhill, and fast. She quickly approached you and placed her hand on your forehead once again, “You are burning up, child. Come, you need rest. This was too much for you,” She spoke quietly, sending a quick but not unnoticed glare at your sisters. Feyre included.
“Dina…,” You whispered, vision swimming. “Dina, I don’t feel good.” Your body began to hunch as the nausea took hold.
With speed you didn’t quite understand, Feyre was next to you with her new family in tow. She placed a hand on your back, looking at her mate with concern. Gods, she had never seen you so weak. When you entered the room, she felt as though she was looking at a living corpse. You looked so different from when she left the cottage and not in a good way. Cheeks sunken, dark bags, skin clammy and a body that was so thin that it looked like a breeze could’ve knocked you over. Her heart was like led as she realised that you were, in fact, close to the end. Your mortal body would not hold out much longer.
As if fate was playing a cruel trick on her, Feyre watched as your body crumpled on the floor, laboured breaths leaving your body as consciousness slipped away from you. Rhys was on his knees next you in an instant, about to take away any pain you were feeling when “Don’t you lay a hand on her,” Nesta barked.
“Nesta please! He can help,” Feyre pleaded, grabbing your hand in a panic.
“Now is not the time for bickering. Help me take her to her rooms and I will look after her,” Dina ordered. The group looked toward one another. No one missed the way you looked for your maid. They saw how much trust you put into her, so they did as she said. Azriel stood forward and carried you to your room, with everyone following close behind.
As he set you on the bed, he stood back and watched as the maid began placing damp washcloths onto your head. Every time he had been in the human lands, he had found it unsettling to see how illness could kill so easily. How fragile human life was. And seeing the way Feyre paced the bedroom made him realise just how much she had forgotten it as well.
“Dina,” Nesta finally spoke, though her eyes did not leave your struggling form for a second as though she was afraid you would die the moment she moved her gaze. “How long does she have?”
“It’s hard to say,” Grim, that was the only way to describe her tone, “She has a strong heart. And she has pulled through worse. But there’s only so much her body can take.” Dina began stroking your hair gently. “She knows this too. (F/n) told me recently that she can feel her time approaching. She is giving up. I have tried to keep her spirits up but she has lived her whole live like this. She only wants us all to give up too so she may die peacefully.” Elain began to cry softly, each and every being in the room coming to the realisation that they were witnessing your death. Witnessing your death before you had truly lived. “She isn’t likely to wake again before tomorrow and if she does, she won’t make much sense with her fever.” While Dina was not directly dismissing the group, they were all clever enough to read between the lines; leave and let (F/n) rest.
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Coolness draped across your forehead is what eventually pulled you back to consciousness. A wave of violent shivers had you trying to pull the cloth from your head, when a gentle hand kept it in place. Opening your eyes took more effort than you were willing to admit. Dina was standing over you, her slightly wrinkled face smiling gently down at you, “You know the drill, sweet girl. I can’t let you take the cloth off.”
Grumbling a sigh, you attempted to sit up. The pain that clamped down on your head rendered your attempt useless as you settled back into your pillow. “How long was I out?”
“A few days, Feyre and her friends left the same day they arrived.” Dina spoke softly, taking your hand and massaging it gently.
“So it wasn’t a dream then, she was here,” Tears gathered along your eyes. Frustrated that you had only gotten to spend such little time with her.
“I’m afraid so, child. But she will be back within a few weeks.”
“You and I both know I don’t have a few weeks,” You whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder, despair would rip you apart. For so long, you had accepted your fate. But now, things were changing. Your sister was fae and had come home to ask for help. It had been a long time since you felt this way. Felt like holding on, just to see this out. But it was too late, your body was giving up.
“I know, (F/n), I know. Your sisters asked me to alert them when you awoke. I will go get them now.” You appreciated Dina not trying to convince you that this wasn't the end.
“Don’t bother, it’s late and the conversation can wait until tomorrow. I don’t fancy listening to excuses about why they didn’t tell me that Feyre was here a year ago.”
“Very well. I am going to bed, but as always, if you need anything just ring the bell and I will be straight up. Sleep well, sweet girl.” Dina leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your clammy cheeky before fluffing up your pillow and securing the washcloth to your head before taking her leave.
Staring up at the ceiling, thoughts rushed through your head. Feyre’s new existence, Elain and Nesta’s betrayal, your own fate. It was all so confusing. For the first time in your life, you wished you had the normal life of an aristocrat girl of your age. The only drama occurring in their lives was what member of nobility had found themselves in compromising situations, like a family member becoming pregnant before wedlock. A humourless chuckle left your lips, how mundane that life seemed yet so appealing in your current state.
It felt like hours before you were ripped from your thoughts by the sound of distant crashing somewhere in the manor. Despite the barking pain across your body, the noise had you sitting upright in an instant, heart thumping painfully in your chest. A second later, Dina was in your room, her face and body the epitome of panic, “Stay quiet,” She whispered. She made quick work and pushing some heavy furniture in front of the door.
“Dina, what’s going on?” Panic was gripping you, the adrenaline making you stand with little effort.
“I do not know, child. Stay back, you are still weak.” Ushering you to the furthest point from the door, she stood like a rock in front of you, as if she could protect you from whatever the world was throwing at you in that moment.
Not even a few breaths later, the door and all the furniture in front of it was ejected across the room, wood splintering and crashing to the floor in pieces. A scream rattled through both you and Dina, the latter curling herself around you to prevent the wood from impaling you. The sound of heavy footsteps had Dina turning her back on you once again.
“Step aside, human.” It was fae who had invaded your home. From what you had gathered from Feyre’s visit, it was likely their enemies. Leverage. That’s what the intruders were seeking.
“Leave, creature. I will not ask you twice,” Dina growled. Her courage was unmatched, such a strong woman that you wished you could be like. However, your trembling body represented quite the opposite of the bravery your handmaid was presenting.
A cruel snicker escaped the fae’s mouth, and his smile sent every hair on your body standing on end, “Interesting. Brave humans are always the most fun.”
Before Dina had a chance to open her mouth in retort, the beast was on her in an instant, grabbing her by the neck. You could not tear your eyes from her body being lifted from the ground, the noise of her choked sputters had you begging the intruder to let her live, “Please! I’ll do anything, just let her go!”
The creature locked eyes with you, his gaze looking through rather than at you, “Good, that’s what I like to hear,” He started lowering Dina slightly.
“..R-...Run!” She squealed, voice cracking under the grip of her attacker.
Gods you wanted to, but fear anchored your feet to the ground. Dina’s eyes pleaded with you, begged you to run for your life. As if the fae attacker knew what you were gearing up to do, he snapped the Dina’s neck and lunged for you instead. Your screams ripped through the manor as Dina’s lifeless eyes looked to the roof, unseeing. You barely registered Dina’s murderer grabbing you and hauling you towards the exit as your soul seemed to stay in your bedroom with Dina’s corpse. It just didn’t make any sense, just a few hours before she was kissing your cheek before bed. She was supposed to be sound asleep, resting for another day of looking after you in your sickly state.
“(F/n)!” Nesta’s panicked shout shocked you into action, pulling and scratching at your attacker.
“No!” You attempted to pull yourself away as Nesta and Elain’s own captors knocked them unconscious. Yet, before you met the same destiny as your sisters, the stress your body was under had black tunnelling your vision. Blood began to trickle from your nose, and the pulsing in your head rendered you limp in the arms of the stranger.
Before your awareness evaded you, you faintly heard the group laughing with a taunting, “Bet you wish your one went down this easy.”
Following that, the world went black.
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wasteland, baby: chapter one ✩ tsu’tey
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cw: olo’eyktan!tsu’tey x afab!reader, no use of y/n, arranged marriage/marriage of convienience (lets pretend to be shocked, this trope has me in a chokehold), mentions of war, death, night terror/nightmares, anxiety, bullet wounds, guns, battle talk etc.+ wc: 2,370
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Tsu’tey felt the blood rush to his ears as he made quick steps to the Tsahik’s tent, the sun was only just now rising, far too early to be called upon if it was anything good. With clumsy fingers he readjusted his loincloth though there was nothing to fix, only a nervous habit as he made haste.
He faltered for a few seconds when he reached Mo’at’s tent, nerves bubbling in his stomach as he tried to prepare for whatever business the Tsahik had with him. It was not uncommon for Tsu’tey to speak with Mo’at over issues of the clan, the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik often did so. But the rushed morning call that disturbed his slumber, and the low murmuring voice’s of Mo’at and Neytiri behind the tent had his stomach twisting with something akin to fear.
His fingers clenched into a tight fist before he released the tension, pushing apart the flap of the tent before dipping into the privacy of the Tsahik’s quarters.
His tail tensed as Mo’at and Neytiri stilled their conversation, looking at Tsu’tey with trepidation as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t.
There was a beat of silence before Tsu’tey regained his senses, “Oel Ngati Kamie.”
Neytiri sent him a warm smile before greeting him, Mo’at however, she had her usual look of aloofness, as if not wanting to give anything away. Tsu’tey was sure that was a skill she had to master during her years as Tsahik. Many people came to her with their questions and burdens, she had to learn to school her expressions.
“Sit, ‘itan.”
He nodded, sitting down across from Mo’at, his eyes jumping between the two women as he refrained from asking what was wrong. What was so important that they needed to speak with him so early? It all felt so secretive and he felt uneasy.
“Neytiri is with child.”
Tsu’tey’s head snapped towards the other warrior in the room, his ears flicking in curiosity before a smile cracked its way onto his face. “Aylrrtok ngaru, Neytiri! I am sure you and Jake Sully will be blessed with a strong child.”
Neytiri’s face lit up, she cared for Tsu’tey deeply and his excitement for her meant more than he knew, “Thank you, Tsu’tey.”
Neytiri’s gaze shifted towards Mo’at, and Tsu’tey followed her gaze, a small frown making its way onto his face at the small flash of guilt that flashed through the older woman's gaze. He felt nauseous at the lapse of control from the Tsahik, but her eyes glazed over to one of calmness before she turned to look at Tsu’tey.
“I have been thinking that it is time you find a mate, Tsu’tey.”
His mouth went dry, his forehead creasing in confusion as his heart thrummed harder. Mo’at took the Olo’eyktan’s silence as liberty to keep speaking. “The clan needs to know that it is time to move forward. The people need to know we are prospering after a time of sorrow.”
Neytiri was watching Tsu’tey closely but he gave nothing away, only nodding softly as he listened to Mo’at, “We called upon you this early for discretion. If people begin to find out you are looking for a mate, they will swarm on you like viperwolves stalking their prey.”
Tsu’tey’s tail swished nervously at the thought, trying to wrap his mind around the idea of sharing his life with someone.
Neytiri cleared her throat, “But Tsahik and I were thinking it would be beneficial to the people if you mate with someone from a different clan.”
Tsu’tey blinked at her for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, “Someone who is not Omatikaya? That is unheard of.”
If Tsu’tey was nervous about mating with a woman from the clan, this made his heart feel like it was going to rip out of his chest now. “The Kekunan clan showed great bravery during the war. They were the first clan to arrive when Jake called upon them.”
It was clear to Tsu’tey that both women had made up their mind, they encouraged the idea and it was only confirmed when Mo’at reached out to pat Tsu’tey’s arm to try and comfort him. “The Olo’eyktan and Tsahik have a daughter, she is their third born and has been Tsakarem for many years. From what I have heard she is quite gifted at it too, she is also a warrior, she would be a great Tsahik for the Omatikaya ”
Neytiri nodded in agreement with her mother, “She fought alongside us during the war, she protected me and she's shown great strength. The union will also give us protection if we were ever to need it again.”
Tsu’tey was used to his people looking to him for guidance, but Mo’at and Neytiri looking at him with hope struck a chord he couldn't place. These were two of the women he most looked up to, silently begging him to agree with their eyes.
He sighed quietly, nodding gently before his ears pinned to his head, “If she agrees, I will do it.”
Mo’at let out a quiet breath, it was as if she was holding it in while she waited for his answer. Neytiri did not contain her excitement, her tail thrashing harshly behind her, “Mother and I will arrange everything, we will fly out and pitch our case.”
Tsu’tey only nodded, unable to find his words as his mind raced wildly. It was not until Neytiri placed her hand on his arm that he was pulled from his turmoil, “She is very kind, you will grow to love her.”
Tsu’tey’s gaze flicked to where Mo’at was sitting, but it was now empty. He felt confident enough to speak his feelings to his closest friend, “I don’t know if I can Neytiri.”
She frowned, her mouth opening to speak but Tsu’tey suddenly felt overwhelmed. His chest tightening as he stood up quickly, not even bidding her goodbye before he walked out.
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Your heart was pounding roughly in your chest as visions continued to appear in your mind, it felt like you were being swallowed and spit out during different memories that deeply scarred you. Fading away like mist before you were able to do anything about it. Your body was not your own, going through the motions that seared your brain with fear.
You were gliding forward while your Ikran dove head first towards the forest grounds, and your mind was completely blank but you knew what was happening. Before your eyes adjusted to your eldest brother falling freely as bullets tainted his body, leaving wounds in their wake, you felt fear consume you. It consumed you each night as you were forced to relive these nightmares each time your eyes closed and it never got easier. Your vision cleared and you were met with his Ikran screeching in pain before their Tsaheylu broke and your brother tumbled down.
You were so close, his body within a few inches of Evu’s claws to break his impact on the floor, just as you were going to catch him you were being ripped away. Appearing in a memory from the same horrible day, just hours later.
A scream threatened to rip from your throat but got stuck before Neytiri’s piercing cry hit your ears.Your head was hot and heavy, a thick liquid pouring from your skull as you stumbled towards her voice. She was cradling someone, along with the Toruk Makto but their face was shielded from your view. Your vision was spotty before your body hit the floor.
Your eyes flutter open as you take a deep breath of air, gasping as your ears ring so loudly it feels painful. Your heart was racing so fast it felt as though it was going to be ripped from your chest.
It takes minutes for you to register that you are in the safety of your cot, away from the war. Your eyes well with hot tears before they stain your face and down to your ears. You cursed yourself quietly as you wept, you were the Tsakarem, you were a warrior, you were not meant to be weak. These terrors were not meant to plague you still, but a broken sob fell from your mouth as you recalled all the lost members of the Kekunan, your people ripped away from their family by metal machines and greedy humans, your eldest brother included.
It had been months, but the horrors of war plagued your mind, lurking behind every wall and shadow, threatening to consume you whole. The sun barely rising peaked through the flaps of your cot, blinding you for a few seconds as you laid there trying to regain your emotions.
You wipe your eyes as you push yourself to sit up, head pounding roughly before you stand.
Numbness coated your insides as you prepared to start your day. There was a lot of nothing going around the clan of Kekunan, families still learning to adjust to life without their loved ones and now that everyone was healed by your hands, and the hands of your mother, and the many healers in your clan, there was not much to do.
Once you made it outside of your cot you felt warmness bloom in your stomach, nudging you in the direction of your Ikran. Evu was a deep forest green, the tips of her wings were a soft shade of blue, and her wingspan larger than most. She was gentle, sweet and protective whenever you were around her and you felt her call to you.
The memory of not catching your brother on time had forced you to neglect time with Evu, feeling guilty anytime you looked at her, anytime you felt the welcoming breeze through your hair and on your skin, but you missed her.
With quick steps you made it to her, her head cocked to the side in silent question before she started happily chirping. In almost clumsy steps she made her way to you, nuzzling her face into yours as she continued to clack loudly. The ache that had settled into your chest seemed to melt away as you patted her softly, grabbing your kuru before connecting it with her.
You felt her excitement as you mounted her, your hearts thrumming as one as the two of you took off. This was the first time in weeks that you felt the wind kiss your skin and flow through your hair, your eyes watering slightly as you finally felt at ease. Your mind only focused on flying, the feeling of freedom consuming you.
It was clear that Evu was feeling just as cheerful as she soared freely, performing beautifully as she twirled in the air, showing off her skill. It dawned on you that she was trying to prove herself to you, to prove to you that she was worthy of riding and it caused your heart to soar. She thought she had done something wrong. Your hands gently soothed her as you patted her neck, praising her softly as the two of you flew above the jungle of Pandora.
You spent hours flying, only returning when the ache of your legs became too difficult to ignore. Your legs wobbled when your feet touched the ground, showering Evu with last bits of affection before walking to your parents' cot.
There was excitement consuming your people, it was palpable as they whispered to each other, pointing and smiling towards your parents cot. Before you could think too much about it, one of the village children ran up to you, calling out your name happily.
You smiled down at her, “Mawey, It’ey.”
She smiled shyly as she tried to catch her breath, but the twitch of her ears showed her excitement, “The Tsahik of the Omatikaya is here! She is asking for you!”
You felt like the blood drained from your face, nerves bubbling up your throat as you tried to think of what business the Tsahik could have with you. “Are you sure, It’ey?”
The young girl nodded, not catching onto the way your hands began to tremble slightly.
“Yes! She brought her daughter as well.”
You sent her a soft smile, patting her hair gently, “Thank you.”
It took a few seconds before you were able to continue on your track to your parents home. Memories rushed to the forefront of your mind as you recalled the last time they were here, and the outcome.
You did not regret the decision to fight with them, but it left you with so many internal scars that you have not been able to heal, you feared what they needed you for.
When you pushed the flap open you were met with 6 pairs of eyes glowing at you. You directed your gaze towards the guest first, “Mo’at, Neytiri, oel ngatie kameie.”
The older woman sent you a soft smile and just as you were about to turn to your parents, Neytiri caught your wrist and stilled your movements.
“It’s great to see you again, I wish I would have had more time to speak with you after everything happened, after the battle but-you look to be doing well. I hope you can find time for us to speak, show me around the Kekunan jungle.”
Your body tensed at the mention of the war, and if she noticed she did not comment on it. You only sent her a tight lipped smile before pulling away from her, greeting your parents and your two brothers. The air was tense in the cot, everyone staring at you with mixed emotions and you felt your throat tighten. “I was told by one of the children that I was being looked for.”
“Ah yes, come here ‘ite.”
You did as told, sitting down besides your mother, she began to soothe your hair, something she always did to try and comfort you and your siblings before giving you big news.
“The Tsahik and her daughter have traveled all the way over here for you.”
Your ears twitched softly, dread consuming you and you turned to look at the two women, “They have come to ask for your hand, for the Olo’eyktan.”
#tsu’tey#tsu’tey x reader#tsu’tey angst#jake sully#jake sully x reader#avatar#avatar the way of water#neytiri#jake sully angst#tsutey#tsutey x reader#tsutey avatar#tsu’tey avatar#avatar tsu'tey
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Watch WILLOW (2022) seriously WATCH IT it has:
Girls, gays and absolutely loveable himbo's
Chosen one trope done so beautifully I- *chefs kiss*
Princess vs Chosen One being narrative foils for one another?!?! The hero of Hero's Journey being changed and creating a beautiful layered narrative?!?!
WLW WITH NO QUESTIONS ASKED, no in universe homophobia and everyone knowing that THEY'RE IN LOVE your honour
Seriously, a Knight and her Princess??? Watch for the deliciousness of that trope I BEG
Magic. So much cool magic.
Like seriously the effects are beautiful
This show makes me believe true love is real. Even the straights have me in a chokehold
THE RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS OHMYGOD
Practical effects *chefs KISS*
The choices of our parents affecting us as we navigate our futures based on the circumstances their decisions left for us to bear the consequences of.
OK BUT ALL THE DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES THE WOMEN HAVE, they're all so nuanced- we see angry women, strong women, feminine women, scared women (me, femme presenting and identifying, and being v happy seeing women allowed to be kinda bitchy but that not being the only thing they are)
It's like a DND campaign it's so funny and good please watch it
Seriously please watch WILLOW you will love it
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KINGS + SUITS
At AEW Double or Nothing FanFest, wrestling fans have the opportunity to do meet & greets with different wrestlers, which includes getting their picture taken and autographs. The prints autographed by wrestlers have always been the wrestlers on a playing card graphic, and every year the suits, as well as letter or number, may change.
This year (2023), some of the wrestlers were as follows:
Hangman Adam Page, King of Spades ♠
Adam Cole, King of Hearts ♥
Jon Moxley, King of Clubs ♣*
Orange Cassidy, King of Diamonds ♦
*The rest of the Blackpool Combat Club were also King of Clubs this year, and last year they all had the same letter and suit as well.
Other notable playing cards were Wardlow as the 3 of Diamonds and Toni Storm as the Queen of Clubs.
I believe the chosen cards fit these 4 men very well this year. I like the idea that Orange is a man with a "dangerous occupation," as he is the one with the championship that he's defended many times over, and he is struggling with it. Should also note that the cartomancy for King of Diamonds specified "a blond man" and that he is "considered very attractive by women," which makes me laugh because. True.
The King of Hearts mentioned that he has followers that respect him due to his achievements and his actions. Both babyface Cole and heel Cole are powerful forces to be reckoned with, and he often has others at his side. And he always believes in himself.
Mox's card hits all the fine points of a durable king. Strong, confident, determined, powerful. He took charge the day he showed up in AEW, and he's had the division in a chokehold for a very long time. This extends to the BCC as a whole as well. They make things happen.
And lastly, Hangman. Though he's not often believed himself powerful, he and his friends paved the way for AEW. Now reunited with the Elite, he is at the top of the mountain. He IS the authority, as proven by the fact that he alone addressed the BCC and challenged them to Anarchy at the Arena. If it wasn't for his feud with Mox, the Elite wouldn't even be in the mess they're in. He is the one calling the shots, and he has finally taken control of his own life.
#hangman adam page#jon moxley#adam cole#orange cassidy#aewedit#aew#adam page#double or nothing#i just really love them#ya know????
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❗️❗️❗️SPOILERS/ THEORIES FOR HAZBIN HOTEL!!!❗️❗️❗️
Mkay so Hazbin Hotel’s got me in a chokehold. And honestly, I have my own theories, mainly pertaining Lilith and Eve.
One, I don’t like the idea Lilith and Eve are the same person. Nor do I like the idea that Eve is secretly Lilith/ Eve took over Lilith’s body.
Personally, I love the idea that Lilith made a deal with Adam to pardon Charlie and hellborn kind from extermination. Yes, I’m aware Lute said it was Lucifer, but what if she was lying because no one’s supposed to know about Lilith being in heaven and her deal? I don’t think she made a deal to be in heaven, I think Heaven was Adam’s bargain. In exchange for the pardon on Charlie and hellborn kind, Lilith must come up to heaven and be with Adam. Thus, also this helps the theory of her making a deal with Alastor to ensure Charlie’s safety since she is gone and needs someone strong to watch over her daughter. A motherly sacrifice of Lilith to make. Now, I say this because this is to bring in my Eve theory. I believe Eve is in fact in Hell, but she’s doing her own thing.
Eve is known as the first sinner, therefore she does not get into heaven. Persuaded with promise of dream and free will, she is damned to Hell. Thus, her anger both to Heaven and Hell. Now, Cain being the first murderer, I believe he’s there too. Now, a personal theory of mine, due to Eve’s rage and hatred against Heaven and Hell, she is Satan, the ruler of Wrath. (I mainly like this idea because we haven’t seen the Ruler of Wrath yet and plus I just was a cool cowgirl character so I adapted Eve into a personal headcanon of mine to be the Ruler of Wrath mkay cool). Angry at Heaven to deny her a spot to be with her children one day, angry at Hell (Luci and Lilith) for damning her to Hell with promise of free will. Cain too is down in wrath, if not Envy. I dunno, I just like the idea of seeing Eve as a super angry woman but getting a whole “I forgive you” sweet moment between her and Lilith and Lucifer. And, I want that girl to just have a place she can have control over and have just a slice of having her own identity.
Now, she could also be Wrath because perhaps she is angry because after Lucifer and Lilith were damned to Hell, she didn’t know what happened to them. She saw them as friends (if not lovers for my polyamorous Lilith/Lucifer/Eve shippers), and she thinks they’ve abandoned her. She is stuck with Adam, who we know is a dick, and grows to resent God, Lucifer, and Lilith for leaving her to be in what I’m sure was a toxic and abusive relationship with no hope of a way out.
Now if Eve is in fact in Hell, despite her being a leader or not, this would solidify Adam’s want for one of his wife’s to join him in Heaven. Perhaps he knew he couldn’t convince Eve after their awful marriage to join him again, so he aims for Lilith and her weakness; the safety of Charlie and her people.
All in all, I don’t want to villainize traumatized women in Hazbin Hotel for the sake of drama and plot. Now I do like the idea of Roo (Root of All Evil) being the absolute MAIN antagonist, but I might do a separate post on that later.
#Hazbin Hotel#Lilith Hazbin Hotel#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin spoilers#hazbin theory#eve hazbin hotel#Lilith is just a mother looking over her daughter#Hazbin Headcanon#Hazbin personal headcanon
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could u write a blurb about one of the new songs????
cinema maybe 🫣
a/n: this is unedited and not proof read and im sorry if its not amazing bc im in class rn but still whipped this up 🤲🏻
masterlist
warnings: sexual content
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Keeping composure was never hard for Harry.
Not until tonight.
There was something about her that he couldn’t quite get out of his head. He didn’t even know her name. But those eyes. Those eyes screaming devour me from across the room with no consideration of the people around them, of the loud music booming inside those four walls, of the fact that they didn’t know each other.
Since the moment the group of those women walked in, she took his breath away. That dress accentuated her body so well. Her hair was perfectly slicked back into a ponytail that Harry couldn’t help but want to pull as she showed him how good her mouth can be. Forgive him for being so crude but he couldn’t get the thought of her on her knees out of his mind. Sue him.
Harry had a few drinks in his system. He was deciding that he had enough liquor courage to go over and spit it out. He had a feeling, a very strong gut feeling that his thoughts we’re being ran inside her pretty little head too. There was no way he was going home alone tonight, and if he was, at least he tried.
After downing another green tea shot, Harry aimlessly threw both his arms around his friend’s shoulder automatically making them huddle with their eyes on the curly haired man as if he were about to propose a toast, “Y’can all go home without me. I think m’getting lucky tonight.”
The loud music was no distraction to the coital thoughts running in his brain, not understanding what was consuming him so much about this woman who he hadn’t heard a single word slip out of those pretty, red lips.
Her eyes didn’t leave Harry, watching as he so confidently walked through the crowd of sweaty, inebriated people. She had a smirk on her tainted lips. Harry mirrored it, finally close enough to smell her strong perfume and breathe the same air as she.
Harry leaned against the table beside her, softly grabbing her elbow to pull her in and speak directly into her ear. “There’s a man in here, Harry I believe, looking for the girl with the pretty red lips wondering if he can take her home tonight.”
She giggled. God, that laugh.
She flattened her hand on Harry’s chest, tiptoeing in her heels that didn’t help much in comparison to Harry’s height, her other hand reaching for his chin to tip his head down.
“You can tell Harry that she’s ready to go.”
Harry smirked as his eyes momentarily rolled back. Her voice had to be the most beautiful tune Harry had ever heard. It had him in a tight chokehold and all he could wonder was how good she’d sound moaning his name. He immediately dug into his pocket for his phone, ordering an uber for the pair to go back to his house for the beginning of their night together.
There was plenty of ubers around there area meaning his uber had arrived no longer than a minute after he ordered it. His hand came up to the small of her back, guiding her through the pool of intoxicated people, and out the front door, searching for the red sedan that was about to confine them for 7 minutes into the ride of what he had no idea would be the best night of his life.
“After you,” Harry held the door open, as the woman climbed into the car, then joining beside her with a small huff. He turned his head to face her, finally looking at her up close and personal.
“I’m trying really hard to not pull you in and kiss you right now.” He confessed barely above a whisper, eyes glancing between her own and those lips that kept calling out his name.
She smirked, licking her lips and leaning in close enough to faintly feel them on his, tips of noses touching and breathing each other’s air. “How unfortunate that you have to wait a few minutes before getting to enjoy me. Gotta love an eager man, hm?”
Her hand creeped onto Harry’s thigh, slowly running closer to the one place he most needed attention. He hadn’t even noticed how hard he was. Not until her hand palmed his clothed cock with that smirk widening on her lips.
“My name’s (Y/N). Wanna make sure I hear you say it when your cock is down my throat.”
Harry had to suppress a whine. A true minx under the skin of what could come off as an innocent woman. But God, no. That was far from true, and Harry was yet to be aware of this.
(Y/N) made sure to keep her voice at a whisper, not wanting to let the driver in on their conversation.
The car ride soon came to an end, and it felt far too long for Harry. He slammed the door shot after they both got out, apologizing to the air for his aggressiveness. One hand held (Y/N)’s as they walked towards his front door, the other fumbling to get the right key into the knob and turning it harshly to finally let them in and be free from their sexual torment.
Harry barely let go of the key before (Y/N) pulled him into a desperate kiss, muffling moans of relief and pathetic whimpers. It was intoxicating. He could taste remnants of mint and melon on her tongue as they both stumbled through the hallway and into Harry’s room. Aimlessly slamming the wall to find the switch.
(Y/N) pulled away, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth and keeping it there with her teeth as her hands slowly and teasingly pulled her dress down, leaving her clad in nothing but a black lace thong. She dropped to her knees, fingers working quick to unbutton Harry’s jeans and swiftly shoving them down along with his briefs.
And those eyes. Those fucking eyes that speak for themselves stared up at him so innocently as her viscous tongue laid flat on the base of Harry’s cock, licking up to the crown of his tip and beginning to slowly take him in by inch. Like a cock sucking professional, she took him in completely as her eyes rolled back and a moan vibrated on the skim of his cock.
“Fuck me.” Harry moaned out while she began to suck on him like her life depended on it, bobbing back and forth. She was so skilled, so perfectly in tune with how good she was and that alone was driving Harry wild. He was struggling to stay standing as he felt like his knees could buckle at any moment. Harry’s hand grabbed her ponytail, wrapping it around his fist for leverage and she obliged. Her mouth fell open, eyes once more gazing into his as if she was asking him to fuck her mouth.
So he did. Every gag elicited a moan from Harry, a pathetic sound letting her know that he felt good – so fucking good.
“Such a perfect fucking mouth, (Y/N). Where have you been all my life?” He huffed, head falling back as his climax approached with a twitch of his cock, painting the back of her throat white with ribbons of his cum. And she didn’t waste a drop, swallowing every bit of his seed like if it were honey.
“Does this mean I can get fucked now? Was I good enough?”
Harry scoffed in disbelief. Could she be any more perfect? Harry pulled her up by the ponytail, (Y/N) wiping her oral commissures with glossy eyes. “Get on the bed.”
While (Y/N) slipped out of her thong and climbed into bed, Harry rolled a condom onto his cock, walking to the edge of the bed where she laid with her legs spread wide open for him.
“Fuckin’ hell. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at you. So fucking wet for me already.”
Her pussy was glistening with her arousal, dripping down to her tightest hole and the whole sight had Harry struggling to breathe.
Harry aligned the tip of his cock to her drenched hole, gripping her thighs tightly as he thrusted in until he bottomed out and a sleek moan left her mouth.
“I – fuck! Please, Harry. Fuck me. Please. Move.”
(Y/N)’s neediness made Harry smirk, leaning down to kiss her as his hips started thrusting in an even, yet harsh rhythm. Her cunt was so tight around Harry, the slick sounds filling the thick air and into the ears. It was the perfect recipe for a perfect song. Her repeated moans of Harry’s names, the sound of their skin slapping together, her drenched cut swallowing Harry’s cock.
Harry’s mouth breathed in all her muffled moans as her hands flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin and scratching down enough to rip his skin and make it burn. But it felt so good and it stroked his ego. Harry’s hands left her thighs and gripped the sheets beside her torso, fucking into her mercilessly and with one goal.
“Fuck. Y’keep clenching. Come for me, (Y/N).”
(Y/N) whimpered with a soft nod as her hands fell from his back to grip his biceps hard as she finally let go around his cock, immediately milking Harry for all he’s got to spill into the condom with sloppy thrusts.
Harry was spent. He pulled out of her pussy, walking into his ensuite bathroom to slip off the condom and drop it into the bin. He could hear her feet on the floor, padding softly before he was joined by her sitting on the toilet. It felt oddly domestic, making Harry chuckle and leaving her on her own.
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Harry woke up the following morning to an empty bed and the corner of a ripped piece of paper on his nightstand with a phone number and (Y/N)’s name. Harry sat up in his bed as he reached for the paper and his phone, quickly going to his messages and typing in her phone number.
‘Thank you for the fun night. Hope we can repeat it soon. H’
Yet despite just one night and only knowing her name, Harry was intrigued. He carried on with his day lazily spent on the couch, repeatedly checking his phone for a message to come in. He felt pathetic to be checking every so often, finally deciding to just throw his phone onto the other end of the couch and reach for it whenever he’d hear that ding.
And it came in.
Harry groaned into the air as he leaned over and snatched his phone, reading her message over and over with a growing smirk on his face.
‘You can expect me there next weekend. x’
Somehow, someway, they ended up texting every day for the whole week and ending their nights with long phone calls where they spoke about each other and whatever they did for that day. Harry knew he was developing a crush on this woman, more excited than ever to see her again and not just for the good sex.
But he had to admit, the sounds of her slick pussy lived in his mind – and he loved to remind her of it.
It was Thursday night, their routine phone calls in play as he wiped his kitchen counter, phone pocketed between his ear and shoulder and a soft moan came through.
“What are you doing?” Harry froze his ministrations, letting out a deep breath before he heard her voice again through the phone.
“Can you guess?” Her voice was soft and laced with lust, another moan following and rushing straight to Harry’s cock.
He dropped the towel on the counter, walking straight into his room as his heart began to race. “If you’re getting yourself wet for me,” Harry groaned as he fell back onto his bed, hand slipping into his sweats and wrapping around his cock,
“I guess you’re all mine.”
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Head like a Hole | Ch. 2
<- read Chapter 1 here!
NOTES: SFW, Fem!Reader, Mafia talk, Googled Italian referenced abuse, food, cafe dates? Let me know if I'm missing anything!
WARNINGS: While this chapter is sfw, this series will contain content including violence and nsfw content in the future
Four PM was only getting closer and closer. Your nerves were shot, you were meeting a mafia member. An actual mafia member, and you both were planning the murder of your boyfriend.
You couldn't eat, your stomach threatened to throw it all back up. Saltine crackers were the safest option. By the time you polished off the sleeve, it was nearly time to leave, and you still had to worry about what to wear for your meeting. Shorts and t-shirt felt too casual... but a suit or dress sounded too formal for the occasion, you'd stick out like a sore thumb.
While you sat on your bed, thinking over your options, you stared down at the single text sent from an unknown number. Time and place, a quaint cafe about ten minutes away at four o'clock on the dot. This Doppio guy would be waiting in the corner of the building in a booth. Hard to miss, he said. Which sounded off. Wouldn't a mafia member want to blend in?
A cafe insinuated a casual affair, but this was a meeting with a mafioso! Is casual too casual?
It didn't matter now, you were going to be late if you didn't leave now. Jeans and a sweater would have to work today, you hoped you didn't look too ridiculous compared to the man you were meeting. You put it over a tank top. The wool itched your arms and wrists in a comforting kind of way. You didn't mind it, but if you had to feel it all over your body, it would drive you crazy. It was a little warm for a sweater, but you could get over it easily, the wind felt nice, it shouldn't be a problem.
Since the breakup- no, it wasn't until you found out you were being stalked -you were nervous to walk alone. Paranoia had your heart in a chokehold. It was worse at night, after work, the streets empty with only the streetlights to guide you. It was easier in the daytime, if only slightly. At least you had the company of strangers to set your heart at ease. Seemed like work was letting out, men and women were everywhere; in the street and on the sidewalk, all going back home. You felt like a fish fighting against the ocean currents, trying to get to the cafe without rudely bumping into anyone. Unfortunately you didn't get what you wanted.
"Hey! Watch it, punk!"
"Scusa, Signore." You can't stop to talk, but you still apologize. From behind you hear the business man scoff, "Maledetti turisti." He spit the words out like they hurt his tongue.
You wanted to counter. You wanted to apologize better, but you had no time. So you bite your tongue and keep going.
The cafe Doppio wanted you to come to was one you had never heard of, but found quite easily with the help of his texts. It didn't seem too popular. You could've counted the number of people inside the building if you wanted to, but you decided against it. The smell of coffee was strong, and it made you keenly aware that you were too nervous to eat anything for breakfast, and the only thing settling inside your stomach right now were those saltine crackers. It smelled delicious, with a hint of chocolate. If all went well, you were totally buying something before you left.
"He said booth... Which one?"
Maybe that one?
Oh, wow. He really was hard to miss.
In the far right corner of the building was a man sipping away a tiny coffee. His hair was a bright pink, like bubblegum, it contrasted with the deep red of the seats.
The hair, the outfit. It had to be him. You walk over to him, letting yourself be known by the light tap of your shoes on the hardwood floor. He looked up at you with large, beautiful brown eyes, and for a moment you hesitated. Was this the guy? He looked far too... innocent to be a mafia member. Was that the right word?
"Excuse me, sir. Are you... Doppio..?"
His shoulders relaxed, a pleasant smile forming on his lips. "Ah, you must be Signora Y/n. Please! Sit!" He gestured to the other half of the table, brushing his litter to the side. Straw wrappers, napkin scraps, all torn up in a neat pile.
"It's nice to finally speak with you face to face, ma'am."
"Likewise." You fidget nervously with your fingers. "So... uh," You clear your throat, eyes scanning the building around you. What little interaction the cafe had was minding its own business, speaking softly and enjoying their afternoon snacks. You lowered your voice a bit more. "...We're meeting quite a lot earlier than I expected... were you able to find anything to help with my 'situation'?"
Doppio's eyes steeled. Quickly he turned to the booth beside him, "Yes, I was able to find a lot to help your case." He confirmed, opening his satchel then pulling out a manila folder. "This has all the information we need on Signore Amaro." He held up the folder for just a second, looking at you with a new light in his eyes. This Doppio guy still looked the same, but the way he looked at you now made you feel meek. There was something in those eyes of his that confirmed your worst fears: you really did make a deal with the devil, and staring down at you now was a hardened, cold, mafioso. "I must warn you, signora; the moment I open this folder, there's no chance of going back to a normal life. I'm still giving you the final opportunity to leave and never interact with us again... Will you take it?"
The key to a normal life was right in front of you. That manila folder is what was keeping you from never seeing Amaro again.
That's all you wanted at that moment.
"I want to open it." You told Doppio.
He nodded, "Very well."
He carefully picked off the paperclip holding the two folder flaps together and used his thumb to open it to the two of you. The amount of paper inside the folder was visible before he even opened the thing, but that didn't stop you from feeling slightly underwhelmed at the six lonely pieces of paper that spilled out. Doppio collected and tapped the end of the papers on the table, clearing his throat before speaking. "Amaro Mezzasalma. Age: thirty. Unemployed since 1989."
He said he was working as a construction worker. How was that possible?
It didn't make sense. He paid for the damn house he had you trapped in, where could he have gotten the money if he's been unemployed since before you even moved to Italy?
Doppio straightened the pages of Amaro's file, looking down on it inquisitively. "Unemployed since 1989... the only work experience he has on file was at a gelato shop at age sixteen to age eighteen. Everything else after that is a blank."
His eyes scanned the paper further before flipping it, dark understanding dawning in his irises. "I see now... working underneath Riverenza seemed to take up much of his time."
That piqued your interest, "Come again?"
Doppio looked up, "He's been working underneath a rival gang since he was eighteen, no wonder he has no real work experience."
"He... he was a mafia member?"
"I'm afraid so." Doppio said solemnly.
Ah. That made sense.
You'd been dating a gangster.
You're now being stalked by a gangster.
Your mouth suddenly feels too dry, and you don't have anything to fix that.
"You seem just as surprised about this as I am," You say in a voice quieter than before. "Did you not find this information yourself?"
"Oh, of course not." He laughed lightly. "I'm not good with technology, I had someone else find this information for us, so I'm also learning as I read."
"I see."
He put down the papers, folding them back into the file. "You look a little pale... do you need anything? A glass of water?"
A glass of water sounded amazing... You couldn't force yourself to speak again, instead you just nodded. Doppio nodded back, flagging down a waiter with his hand. He spoke so casually with the man, asking about his day before ordering your cup of water and one for himself. His eyes cut away from the other man, looking at you for a split second. You can barely acknowledge it before he adds on, "And a bufalino sandwich for the lady, grazie."
"Of course, Signore." The man jots down the request with a smile. "I'll have that out as soon as possible, the waters will be on there way." And just as quickly as he was here, the blackhead left for the kitchen.
"Oh, y-you really didn't have–"
"Don't worry about it." Said Doppio, waving off your concerns with a small laugh. "You look like you need some good food, these types of things can be nerve-wracking, so if you'd prefer you can eat while I read through the rest of Amaro's file."
"Are you sure that's okay?"
"Yeah." Doppio smiled. "I don't mind. You relax and eat."
You did what you were told. You gratefully took the water and sandwich and practically inhaled both while Doppio did the dirty work.
The sandwich was delicious. The prosciutto paired so well with the mozzarella, with the arugula giving the sandwich the perfect crunch. It tasted like a slice of heaven.
You were definitely coming back here again, maybe without mafia shenanigans hanging over your head next time.
"Did you enjoy it?" Doppio laughed, eyeing the empty plate over his papers. You bob your head up and down, swallowing the last of your delicious sandwich, covering your mouth with your hand to speak. "What else did you find about Amaro?"
"I found a lot, fortunately the information we have is going to help us take care of the stronzo. Unfortunately for me there's still a detail that I'm missing... but it doesn't concern you."
You cock your head to the side like a puppy, but Doppio continues speaking before you can ask what he meant. "The gang he's in is Riverenza, a rival mafia near Milan. Despite being inside of Italy like our Passione, for the most part they've tended to head northwards and leave our turf alone. I'm not sure what a member of their gang is doing inside Napoli." Doppio frowned slightly.
"Is there a chance they're trying to... I don't know.. trying to start a gang war or something?"
"It's too soon to tell. We haven't had any cases of finding rival members anywhere else, it could very well just be Amaro traveling lower into Italy." He read further on. "While it's true Amaro has been working for the mafia since he was a kid, he's no more than a low rank drug peddler. No one important, meaning it should make our job of making him disappear a little easier." He placed the papers back into his folder, clipping it all together with the same paperclip he used before. "Now, any questions?"
"Right. So, what are your plans of action for me?" You asked, sipping down the rest of your water.
"Oh! I suppose that is rather important, I was so caught up with Signore Amaro that I totally forgot! Hehe..." His laugh was rather cute. In all honesty, Doppio's entirety was very attractive. His voice was sweet like honey, and he looked like nothing you'd seen before. His strange attire, and the color of his eyes and hair. He had freckles, too, sprinkled about all over his nose and his cheeks. You told yourself to ignore those feelings, they were unnecessary and unacceptable, but it was hard when he was looking you down with those soft puppy eyes.
With the file discarded to the side, Doppio bridged his two hands together to create a prop for his chin. "My plan for you is... We will have men stationed to watch over you from a distance. In no way will they affect your day to day life, but they will protect you, and make sure Mr. Amaro doesn't lay a hand on you."
"Oh." Your shoulders slumped a little bit. Relief? "So everything will still be normal? I don't need to go into hiding, or change my name?" You tried to joke.
"For the most part, yes, everything will continue as normal. Hiding you will be a last ditch attempt that I hope not to use. But if things go sideways, it is a possibility." Doppio sighed.
"And how long do you think this will take to blow over?"
"Could take weeks, could take months... If this were just another citizen causing problems it would be much easier, but considering we're charging against a rival gang member it will take much longer to sniff him out and take care of him." You nodded along with him.
You could handle that. You've been being stalked for months now, at least now you know the people watching you were protecting you, rather than trying to hurt you. The thought of countless pairs of gangster's eyes on you didn't seem any better than the alternative, though.
You felt Doppio's hand brush against yours. He took yours gently, giving it a comforting squeeze. Doppio smiled at you warmly, "We'll take care of you. Promise." You subconsciously squeezed him back, offering him your own shakey smile back. "Thank you."
It took a while for Doppio to take his hand away, red in the cheeks as he did. He cleared his throat before checking the watch on his opposite wrist. Shock struck his face like lightning. "Oh, jeez! It's almost five already! I need to get you home!"
He packed up all of his things, meanwhile you decided to clean up the table, dragging all of Doppio's paper clippings and your crumbs into an intact napkin, cups and utensils on your plate, trying to make it easier to clean for that sweet waiter. "Are you ready to leave?" Doppio asked. You nodded, getting out of your booth and following him to the exit.
"Ciao, Signore Doppio!" Someone called. It was the waiter from before, giving the two of you a toothy grin with his arms full of dishes. Doppio smiled back, waving as he exited. "Ciao, Serj!"
"Do you go to that cafe often?" You asked on the way back to your house.
"Oh, yes! A lot of my business in Passione gets completed here. It's a beautiful spot, and the food is delicious, is it not?"
"It was fantastic." You agreed. "Thank you for buying me that sandwich... I'll repay you for it! I know you don't want my money... but if there's anything I can do–"
Doppio silenced you with a giggle. "Please, don't worry yourself with just a sandwich! It's my job to make sure you're safe and healthy. You weren't looking too well earlier... I was worried you may have passed out before we could speak!"
"Yeah... I'm sorry about that. I was so nervous about meeting you that I forgot to eat... at all." You understood now that your nerves were wrongly placed. Doppio was kind, and nothing terrible happened. It was rather silly now that you thought about it.
But Doppio didn't see the humor in it. He frowned, genuinely looking upset at your words. "That's not good, Miss. Y/n! You need to take care of yourself!"
"I, I know. I'm, sorry?" He sounded a little like a scolding father, still light hearted but very disappointed. Somehow it made you feel guilty.
For most of the walk home, it was silent. You weren't sure how to continue a conversation. Was small talk too casual? You didn't want to bore him with more questions about the assassination attempt.
Oh, just saying the word, even inside your mind, made you feel on edge. As if Amaro could hear your thoughts.
You stuck closer to Doppio, slightly unnerved by the images in your thoughts. He noticed, but didn't bring it up. Instead, his hand brushed against yours, finding your fingers and lacing his with them. You stilled, feeling his warm palm, his slender fingers intertwining with yours. Heat rushed into your cheeks, but you continued forward anyway, silent as a mouse.
"It's that busy time of the day, you know." Doppio replied cheerfully. "I can't have you disappearing on me! I need to make sure you get home safe, of course."
Right. You can believe that.
You swallowed the saliva building up in your mouth and walked in silence next to Doppio.
It really wasn't even that crowded. Not like earlier. The out-of-work rush was slowing down, you were a far throw from being completely alone with Doppio, but there wasn't any real reason to keep holding his hand. You didn't stop, though. His hand was soft, and holding it was... reassuring. Ironic, you thought, because of his mafia status.
You didn't mind taking Doppio straight to your house. He was allowed to know, right? Chances were he already did, anyway. He took you straight to your front door, where you both had yet another staring match. Doppio still had your hand in his, taking your other to caress them both gently.
He gave you another award winning smile, "This is where we part. I enjoyed our–" You interrupt him by crashing your body into his for a tight hug. He yelps, throwing his hands away so they don't touch your body. You hold him tighter, "Thank you for everything, Doppio."
"O-Oh, Ma'am, I'm just doing my job! You really don't need to th-thank me for that!" You pull away, his cheeks are almost as pink as his hair now, and you smile at him. You wipe away a stray tear that began to form during the hug, allowing Doppio to pull away now. "I'm sorry for hugging you so suddenly... but really, I need to thank you. This is the best I've felt in months. So thank you, for the food, for the talk... for getting rid of my shitty ex. I appreciate it all."
Doppio seemed to calm down, taking a moment to think about his next course of action. He took your hands again, giving them another squeeze, just like back in the cafe, before speaking. "You're too kind... but I'm just doing my job, so you don't need to waste your kind words on me. If there's anyone you need to thank, thank the Boss!"
"The boss?.. Oh, right." You laugh a little bit, pushing some hair behind your ear. "Doppio, I've got one last question. You said earlier that someone else did all the digging on Amaro, and if I'm not talking to the boss of this "Passione" now, then... What is your rank in the gang?"
Getting to boss people around, and also setting up murder attempts sounded important, he must've been high ranking. You heard it in a documentary before... was he a "Capo"?
"Not everyone gets to know that," Doppio said with a teasing glint in his eye. "...you are important to my boss, though, so maybe it would be okay." He gets a little closer. Subconsciously, you do the same to hear his urgent whisper. "I'm his Consiglieri."
"Ohh." You pretend to understand him.
Doppio smirks, adding on. "That means I'm the underboss to Passione. Second in command. All important affairs go through me, and I take care of them while my boss attends to his other matters."
"So you're important. Like, really, really important."
"Si." He smiled, showing teeth.
So. You were face to face with the second in command of the largest gang in Italy. That made you feel great. Especially considering all of the thoughts you've had about him in the back of your mind. You wanted to crawl into a hole.
"So this won't be the last time we meet?" You hoped.
"Si. I'll be keeping an eye on you whenever my work can allow it, and I'll drop in to make sure everything is going smoothly, on both of our sides."
"Will you be back tomorrow to watch over me?"
At that, Doppio's smile dropped into a soft frown. "Unfortunately, just as my boss has his work, so do I. I'm drowning in work right now, so someone will take my place for the next coming days. They are our most trusted members, they'll all take great care of you."
"I see." You deflate slightly.
He gives you another gentle squeeze. "I trust them with my own life, they will all make sure nothing happens to you."
"Thanks, Doppio."
You both give your final goodbyes. You watch Doppio leave before going inside.
The house is empty and silent. The door you lean against has been warmed by the sun, and you can feel it through your sweater. It feels good.
You're all alone, Doppio is gone, and now you need to worry about Amaro again.
Not for long, your mind thinks. But you shut yourself up immediately. Weeks, months still, of worrying about that bastard. It wasn't going to be soon enough.
But just for tonight, you'll be alone. Tomorrow you'll have someone to protect you.
And the next day, and so on, until Amaro was gone. And sooner or later you'd get to see Doppio again.
You didn't think you were attracted to him. But being around Doppio felt like being wrapped up in a warm, comforting hug. Despite his occupation, and whatever bad things he's done, Doppio was the kindest person you've met in Italy.
Amaro was like that at first, your brain reminded you. And this time, you don't stop it. Because you're too tired, and it's true. He pretended to act just like Doppio, and it was all just a stupid lie.
You fall to the floor, still with your back to your door. You curl up into a ball, indulging in the warm wood inside your living room for just a couple minutes. Then you'd get up and go to bed. You had work tomorrow, of course.
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My Girl
(Dmitri Antonov x Reader Smut)
You shouldn't be messing with Dmitri - you know you shouldn't. He's dangerous, here in secret, hiding from his government, a little too old, and your brothers friend... he's warned you off before, but he never turns you away. And lately he's been seeking you out.
Yes it is a cheesey 'Hoppers Sister' fic, and I have no regrets because taboo 'we shouldn't be doing this' feels and needy, touch-starved, ruined Dmitri have a chokehold on my soul and libido.
Tagging @believeinthefireflies95 because they asked to tagged in Dmitri smut 😄
Originally posted by brieattea
The dress was an innocent mistake, or so you told yourself when you arrived. Light and flowy with a floral pattern, it certainly looks innocent. No one would think you wore it to drive a man mad... but most people don't know that Dmitri has a thing for sundresses. For pressing innocent, sweet women up against walls in quiet places and making them just a little less innocent.
No one, not even Hop, would have noticed the way his face changed when he saw you, because even when he's at breaking point, Dmitri Antonov has a face that could be best described as taciturn. It's in the eyes; those hooded eyes widened just a fraction when he saw you, then narrowed again, their heavy lids creasing slightly at the corners, and the right side of his lip twitched up for a second. Then he continued speaking to Ted Wheeler, but he did that sweet thing. That thing he always did when something had amused or shocked him; when he smiled, one side of his mouth turned down slightly. He licked his lips and rolled his shoulders.
You should have known how it would end when you saw that, but it was still a surprise, the way he found you at just the right moment, in just the right place and used the bulk of his body to push you against the side of the house... just out of sight.
The party doesn't stop when he buries his face in your neck and drags one of your legs up onto his hip. Anyone could walk around the corner in a second and there would be no explaining this away... somehow that makes it better,
"Dmitri," you whisper, pushing at his shoulders weakly; it's a pointless and frankly disingenuous pretence. Every time your hands slip ineffectually up onto the top of his strong shoulders, they grip him and pull him closer. You can feel him smiling against your skin, and the smugness of the curve to his mouth, more than anything else, is what makes you prolonge the lie, "we shouldn't."
"I know," he mumbles against your cheek as his lips search in the gloom, finding yours a few seconds later. His free hand comes up to hold your throat gently,
"No, we really shouldn't," you gasp, "not here."
"Then tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, free hand pushing up under the gossamer material of your dress to cup your ass while he slides one denim-clad thigh between your legs. "Go on," he pushes you, voice teasing,
"I told you-"
"You say we shouldn't," he whispers, "not that you want me to go away. Tell. Me. To. Stop." He pulls your hip, dragging you up his thigh, then pushing you back down with each word. You let your head fall back, "no?"
Perhaps its the liquor, or maybe it really is the dress, but he decides to be cruel and pulls away,
"Dmitri," you whine, seeing his teeth glint in the barely there light that seeps arund the side of the house,
"What is it, princess?" He leans in, inches from you, "you say we shouldn't," he shrugs, "so we won't." When you make a frustrated sound, he chuckles, "you want me?"
"Dmitri..."
"Dmitri," he mimics your tone, thin and high and pleading, then rubs his nose to yours, "tell me what you want."
"I..." you shake your head, making him grin,
"Ok," he says and turns away again, making it two steps before you grip his hand and drag him back,
"Please," you whisper, and this is what breaks him. He sighs,
"How can I say no to those pretty eyes, hm?" This time it's his hand that slips between your legs, pushing under your barely-there panties as he hisses through his teeth and leans down to nip the skin on your shoulder, muttering something you can't understand. Mostly, anyway. You've picked up a word or two of Russian while spending time with him, and the word 'wet' jumps out at you first. Then 'tight' - that one is branded into your mind and skin, making you blush as he curls two fingers in you. As you whine and shudder, he raises his head, craning his neck to make sure you're still alone, then pulls the neck of your dress to the side. "Feels good?" He asks,
"God yes," it's not even your voice; its high-pitched and breathy. Desperate. Shameless.
"God," he chuckles, "I'm not sure he has anything to do with this, Y/N..."
You fall apart so easily for him, shuddering around his fingers, then he nudges your legs apart and pushes between them, fumbling with his belt,
"Gentle," you whimper as he pushes into you in one hard thrust. Dmitri lowers his head to kiss your shoulder apologetically,
"Forgive me," he murmurs, "I can't think when you're so close. You turn me into an animal..." he's speaking against your skin now, between licks and kisses, "can't... fuck... can't get close enough to you. No matter how hard I try." His teeth press into the sensitive skin on your shoulder and he sucks gently,
"Dmitri... you're going to leave a mark," you whisper, unable to articulate just how bad it would be if Hopper saw a goddamn hickey, but he's mindless, rocking in and out of you so slowly that you feel like its all one motion. Constant friction. The comforting weight of his body,
"Good," he almost growls as he pulls away and covers the aching mark with the fabric of your dress before he lifts your other leg and speeds up, craning to look over towards the corner of the house again, "have to be quick," he gasps and you nod, "keep quiet, yes?" You nod again biting your lip as he speeds up, knocking the air out of you with every roll of his hips, "good girl." He almost groans, but stifles it, shuddering as he cums, then pulls away quickly, kissing you firmly, helping you to fix your dress before he deals with himself. He slips away seconds before Joyce rounds the corner,
"Y/N, hey, where've you been?" She asks, and you're glad she can't see the blush on your face,
"I went and sat in you and Hop's room for a while," you say, which is part of the truth, "needed a few moments of quiet." She takes your explanation without question,
"Well, we're bringing out a keg, come on."
It's only as you walk back into the firelight with her arm hooked through yours that you realize you're still bare beneath your dress. Are your panties on the ground back there, you wonder with a flash of panic. Dmitri smirks at you across the fire, then, seeing your look of panic, rolls his eyes and taps his left pocket.
"Fucking animal," you mouth at him when no one's paying attention, but he only smiles and raises his glass.
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I HAVE IDEAS FOR SHES A PRO PART 5 !!
Imagine they had a break so they went to a mall w Yena to see what she's into right??
( Cuz they're all DOWN BAD for her )
And Yena knows they r😘
SO!! She decides to tease them w a somewhat revealing fit🤭
IMAGINE :
Corset type of top
Hair down to flex ✨
Tight jean shorts around upper thigh
Thigh high socks or stockings?
WITH PLATFORM BOOTS💋
(MAYBE A LETTER JACKET?? 👀)
Her thighs be looking THICC
( isagi w the thigh fetish😱😍)
After that, the boys can't keep their eyes off of her, they also cant keep it in their pa-
Yena obvi teases them calling them a perv and (MAYBE??) get kaiser and ness to pay for her stuff (CUZ THEIR RICH🤑) and they do it because
Yena : 😘😚
Everyone : 🙏😋🧎🧎♂️
You can add wtv else u want!! :))
AYO YEASSSSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
MAKE IT GOOOOOOOOOTHHHHHH💀💀
Is it okay if I try to bring an OC into this? it's a boy btw
However, I'd like for yena to not know that the bois are simping for her, so I will build up the tension and then let her find out!! Also I don't want Kaiser to pay for her stuff because she kicked him-she kicked ness too but he forgave her, you know? So I'd rather have Reo pay for her or she pays herself because Yena (you are) is a strong independent woman.
I DID NOT PROOFREAD
warnings/summary: you and teieri become besties, has Nagi a foot fetish?, jelly Rin, slurssss, you a bad bitch, soft/angst moments with kunigami, otoya whimpers and you have butterflies in your tummy from that, you meet kiyora, kurona and niko for the first time
Word count: 6.6k words wtf..
Just a quick and gentle reminder that everything I write is in headcannons and good fun, and if it bothers anybody, then they should stop reading this series.
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"Yo, she's a pro." ...part five
part one, part two, part three, part four
You had tears flowing down your eyes, but you were also smiling with a blush. you loved seeing Rin smile, it just made your worst days more precious. you sighed as you closed Rin's door and made your wy to your dorm.
You were just rounding the corner when you nearly bumped into Teieri. She was just about to speak to you, so it was a good thing you two met. "Ah, yena, I just wanted to speak to you!", she said in a cheery tone, though you took a few steps back with a frown.
and...were you trembling...?
She flinched before she waved her hands around. "N-no! It's nothing bad this time, Yena! Please calm down! I just wanted to tell you that you'll be able to go and have some free time now. The weekend is free, so you can do whatever you like on saturday and sunday!", she exclaimed in a rush, not wanting the only other female in this facility to be scared of her.
you sighed in relief. "Thank you, ma'am. And will you have some free time too? I guess not...", you mumbled, feeling bad for the manager. she only shook her head wiht a smile. "It's all good, really-" "I heard there's a discount on the women's articles this weekend...", you interrupted her.
She pressed her lips together with a frown. "If you want to, I could look at some stuff for you. What is your style, teieri?", you asked politely. you felt bad for the woman and buying her something she liked would for sure come in sweet.
"w-well, I really like cute stuff and all...", she started, but you only raised your hand. "Cute stuff, got it. Let me surprise you.", you then said with a ghost of a smile before you retreated. She huffed in amusement at you.
"Oh, and yena?" "Yea?"
teieri smiled at you. "You know that you're holding the boys in a chokehold, right?", to which you turned to her completely.
"Hah?"
She giggled. "Yena, none of these players had shown this much enthusiasm and motivation to train until you came, you know? I think most of them got a crush on you~", she mused and poked your sides.
You squirmed with a blush. "N-no way that's true...", you wheezed as she started to tickle you. "Oh yes, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Bachira, Isagi, and all the other boys you've interacted with!" Anri was truly the mother you wished you had.
you may not look like it, but you were just the sweetest thing on earth...even if you kicked ness and kaiser in the groins and absolutely bruised Otoya up by shredding him with a ball.
She only shook her head with a fond smile before she went, you'd tell the others anyway.
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"SHOPPING SPREE!!!", everyone cheered. more like reo, accompanied by Nagi who said it more sleepily and you in a monotone voice. rin only raised his fist. you were there with Reo, Nagi, and Rin. Bachira texted you that he was already checking out a store with Isagi, so it was just you four for now.
And, well, as you were strolling through the first few stores, disconnected from the outside world as your focus was directed towards a top which you were admiring... the boys only looked around sheepishly and blushing. They were all following after you like lost puppies, not wanting to part from you.
And now back to the top, it wasn't any type of top either. It was a dark green corset, with black embroidments and dark silver bones to uphold the form.
You were blushing at the piece. Something about this corset was just...so...etheral, so old-fashioned and pretty. you truly loved the victorian age and gothic aesthetic...and when they meshed...an impulse-buying Yena got born.
"This looks ravish...", you breathed as your eyes were wide, and you stood there for a moment before you quickly took all the other corsets you found and weren't similar to the ones you already had.
you felt like you were in paradise. You were glad that you came here early. you were glad that this shop was still nameless. you were glad that-
"Mind if I hold that for you?", Reo asked softly, tearing you out of your onslaught of praise to...no one. You blinked a few times before you dumped your items on him and went to the shorts section. you were too engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even notice Isagi and Bachira come into the shop as well.
Rin's eye twitched when he saw Bachira's grin and Isagi's smile, both blushing when they saw Yena at the pants section. "what are you guys doing here?", the dark haired boy asked in a mean tone as he watched the two with a disgusted face.
Isagi and Bachira only frowned at him. "Yena invited us!", Bachira cheered before he slung his arm around Isagi's neck with a grin.
Rin groaned internally. you were a sly witch, he had to give you that. Wanna know how you managed to get him to go shopping? Chat:
Rin - Morning, Yena.
You - Hey Rin. Wanna go out?
Rin - (5 min later) In what way...?
You - What do you mean what way, if you don't wanna hang out just say it damn😒
Rin - Well I'd like to know if it's
Rin - Just the two of us
You - WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US
Rin - Or where we are going
(WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US)
↳ Rin - Really?
You - What that song slaps harder than you can score a goal👆🏻(middle finger*)
Rin - ...ok
You - also ye, we're going to that mall if you're ok with that. I need new clothes...
Rin - ok, let's go.
Never in his life would he have thought that you meant only the first fifteen minutes alone with him, because right after the fifteenth minute ended, Nagi and Reo rounded the corner and he was surrounded by other boys who were crushing on you. And it also helped even less when Bachira and Isagi came.
He started to hate Bachira when he saw how you and Bachira were dancing with each other the day prior. Rin never danced with you, even though he was your childhood friend and knew that you did ballroom dancing before you turned into a soccer protégé. However, he knew your clothing style best out of all the males around you.
He was your childhood friend, after all. So, he made it his mission to look at other stuff you'd like, and he stumbled upon the jacket section. He rememberd vaguely that you once mentioned of wanting to have a leather jacket because you liked biker dudes and wanted to impress them (he started taking motorcycle riding sessions), which is why he looked at the one which would suit you the best.
Nagi watched as you were checking out some shorts when he caught sight of a white one. "How about this?" "ew, I don't like white, Nagi."
Cue him looking at you with a hurt expression. "...what?"
You looked at him with a raised brow, confused to his reaction. Then it dawned to you.
nagi had white hair.
"NO! No Nagi, not like that! You have great hair!", you exclaimed and shook his shoulders, trying to convince him.
He still pouted as he averted his eyes. You could make out the blush on his cheeks though. you remembered how he sometimes turned red when he was angry. "hey....Nagi, you're not mad at me, right?", you asked softly, genuinly feeling bad now.
"'m not mad...", he spoke quietly before taking the white shorts. "I still want you to try them out though. I want you to have a white outfit. Please.", he pouted.
You sighed deeply before you nodded. "Alright...make me a pastel goth.", and he quickly went away to pick you light coloured clothes, with you deadpanning at him.
Reo shook his head in amusement before he got another pair of shorts. Isagi stood next to him, looking through some skull shirts. "They're pretty cool...!", the blue eyed boy gushed, holding one up in the air. You turned around.
"Mhm, that would suit you, actually...", you said, a finger on your chin in thought as you took a step back after you took the shirt from his hands and held it in front of his torso, getting an image of him wearing it. You were having a serious expression on your face as you frowned at him and the shirt.
"Yeah, along with some eyeliner and a few rings on your fingers and earrings, you'd make a good goth.", you said before handing him back the shirt. "try it on later, alright?", and with that last question, you went away with Reo following you. Isagi held the shirt close to him with a precious grin and blush at your words.
You let your eyes wander through the shop before you found what you wanted. Thigh highs with boots right next to it. Perfect.
You went to the aisle with determined steps, but a voice caught your ears. "Yena?", Ness' voice asked and you turned to the boy. "Oh Ness, hi."
(everyone forgot to put away the earpieces, so everyone could understand each other, but not that you needed earpieces because you could speak japanese and german.)
Ness blushed a little when he saw your street outfit. As it was getting rather warm at the moment, you simply decided for a gown with a long vest and converse shoes, your hair put in a high pony. You didn't really look like a goth at the moment, but you were shopping, so maybe he could see what you'd wear on any other day?
At Blue Lock, you also wore a uniform, and that pastel pink dress (once) or your pijamas.
"You guys shopping as well?", Bachira asked with a grin and a red cheeked Isagi followed before frowning at Kaiser, who also came.
"Yeah...thought we'd check out some stores...", Kaiser answered, having a stare-off with Isagi. You were gone to let the boys attend to their meet.
'Whoah...look at the pattern! And the boots are to die for!!!', you thought as you glared at the thigh highs and boots you fetched quickly. 'Okay, now only changing the clothes to see if they fit and quickly before Nagi-' "Okay, I have everything.", you heard Nagi's calm voice.
You huffed under your breath. you really didn't want to wear something light, but if it was for Nagi's sake...
"Okay, I'll change. Gimme."
...
"Yena, please come out now.", Nagi spoke loudly, with Kaiser and Ness sitting next to Reo, Nagi and Bachira. "Why are you guys still here??", Rin asked after he came back with the (in his eyes) perfect leather jacket for you.
He saw Ness and Kaiser talk to the others and got a vague idea on their personalities, and he especially kept an eye on Kaiser. However, he was also looking out for Ness, who fidgeted with his hands and also looked down at them nervously.
"U-Um there was a snack shop Yena's been mentioning, and there were...um..."
"Penis waffles!", you yelled, opening the curtains violently as you looked at Ness with an excited grin. His mouth stood open and trembled as the german looked at you with a flustered and red face. you had white clothes from head to toe, and some strands adorned your face which fell down when you put on the shirt and thin vest.
you wore a tight white top, a white vest which went down to your knees, and a pretty white shirt, along with white thigh highs and also white high heels. You were surprised how fast Nagi purchased these items. Wait, he bought them...
"Nagi, did you already buy them?! Ah- HEY, STOP TAKING PICS OF ME!!!", you yelled in embarassment as you threw your high heel at Nagi. He caught it and then he examined the shoe. "Your feet are very small."
"Do you have a foot fetish or what."
nagi stared at you. You just closed the curtains again and changed your clothes. time for the second set. the better one.
the gothic one.
Nagi stared at the shoe. Reo leaned back. "Nagi...that's too much, even for you.", the purple haired guy spoke softly, and Nagi whipped his head towards him. he had a slight frown, and his face was beet red.
"I don't...", he only said softly.
Reo didn't believe him.
Isagi didn't believe him.
Bachira didn't believe him.
Ness didn't believe him.
Kaiser didn't believe him.
Rin didn't believe him.
"uh...can somebody come in and help me for a sec?", you spoke as you held the strings to your corset. it had a different way of getting closed, and you didn't want to tear the threads apart.
There was a short moment of silence before you heard shoes shuffle, some voices, grunting and cursing, saying "fuck off!" "I wanna do it!" "I'm her childhood friend, I should do it."
However, all their efforts to come to you came to waste when a taller frame -taller than Nagi- came to view. he was a muscular, handsome and mature looking man. he had fierce black locks which made him look all the more etheral looking, like a greek god, and he stood in front of your curtain. "Yena.", he said in a calm tone. no emotions, just your name.
you flinched before you opened the curtain excitedly. "Victor!? what are you doing here!?", you exclaimed before you pulled him inside. He took care of the corset, pulling together the strings as you babbled away happily, although in another language. However, since everyone still had earpieces on, they could hear every word inside the cabin.
that didn't mean that they were okay with you chatting with a stranger or random dude. Ness's eye twitched and he bit his lip, Kaiser only glared at the boy man who stepped inside the cabin, Reo stared in shock, Nagi frowned slightly, Isagi and Bachira pouted while Rin stared at the guy who dared to come in as well.
they were all jealous of the "Victor" guy. what did he have that they didn't? Sure, he was taller and more muscular than them all, and he actually wore a suit, his blazer/jacket in his hand. And now, he was pulling the strings.
Rin was angry. however, his anger dissipated when you opened the curtains again, and you wore your goth-outfit. The dark corset from earlier having tightened your waist and pushed up your boobs, the black shorts which made your thighs spill out, making Isagi gulp down his oncoming stream of saliva, the thigh highs you wore only spurring his thigh fetish on more and also the black platform boots you wore had that little something which made the guys swoon for you. also, your hair was more disshelved and open, and Victor seemed to have given you a pair of earrings, because instead of the usual black diamond studs, you wore earrings which had a spider dangling from a thin chain on either earstud.
Still, you looked hot and cool at the came time. everyone blushed. However, they all had sour faces when they saw Victor who smirked at them. "Yena, who's this guy actually?", asked Rin.
He was the closest, and glared at Victor. you just tapped Rin's peck. "oi, no glaring. it's Victor. he's my ex.", you said in a nonchalant tone, and Rin, as well as everyone else turned surprised.
"you...had an ex?", asked Reo. you had never mentioned you were dating anybody. Nagi stared at the taller guy. Rin gulped. he never heard of a Victor.
why was there suddenly a Victor?
Bachira and Isagi, as well as Ness and Kaiser were dumbfounded. looking at the reaction of Reo, Nagi and Rin, it seemed like you kept your relationship with the guy a secret.
Victor stepped forth, out of the cabin and turned to you.
"Yena, would you be amenable to a wardrobe alteration? Numerous establishments in this locale await your perusal, and I am eager to explore them with you.", he spoke in a gentle, sophisticated tone, and you nodded before you walked back and closed the curtains.
Victor now stood in front of the curtain as some sort of warrior.
"Allow me to introduce myself as Victor Manchester, who, for a duration of two years, occupied the role of Yena's significant other. Regrettably, I opted to terminate our association before her involvement with Blue Lock ensued.", he said in a monotone voice before his expression turned into a solemn smile.
"I find myself harboring a wish that circumstances had unfolded differently.", he said softly.
"...why did you break up with her then?", Kaiser asked, and everyone else was dying to know.
"I must admit to possessing a rather pronounced inclination towards jealousy, and the prospect of remaining in a relationship with her while observing her amidst the company of other gentlemen proved untenable for my sensibilities. The strain upon my heart would have been insurmountable.", he explained, and he also had a pained expression on his face.
"The divergence in my emotional landscape was negligible when she transitioned into a state of singularity, despite her proximity to you. If anything, witnessing her in the company of your collective presence served to exacerbate the anguish in my heart.", Victor muttered, a slight frown on his face before he closed his eyes and sighed.
Everything about him screamed Yena's type. A calm, smart, mysterious lover, who took care of his body. His most noticable trade-mark must've been his piercing icy-cold, light blue eyes. Victor Manchester was nothing if not perfect. the way he spoke in such a deep and soothing, as well as overly sophisticated tone, or how he raked a hand over his jetblack locks, the slight blush when he spoke about you...Victor was still smitten for you.
These past months must've been hell for him, Reo thought. He really had guts to break up with Yena and destroying his life like that. how could he even just--watch her interact with a few boys like that?
Victor suddenly spoke again.
"May I inquire whether the young gentleman with tangerine-hued hair, by the name of Kunigami, is presently in attendance?"
"uh, no, he is not presently in attendance.", Reo spoke, trying to sound as sophisticated as him. Victor sighed softly before he had on a small smile.
"My apologies for any confusion. As a recent entrant into this milieu, I've been privy to information about Rin, Sae, Nagi, and Reo from Yena. However, my understanding is incomplete, as I am yet to acquaint myself with the other gentlemen in our collective. I would be grateful if you could facilitate introductions to the remaining individuals, as Yena has only shared details about Reo, Nagi, Sae and Rin.", Victor spoke again, and Bachira looked at Isagi.
"did you get a word he said?", Bachira asked, but Isagi only shook his head.
Rin stepped forth this time.
"I am Rin Itoshi, a longstanding confidant from Yena's formative years. Intriguingly, she has never relayed any mention of a figure by the name of Victor Manchester in the course of our discussions.", he said, and the others were surprised by how well mannered Rin spoke.
He stared at Victor, and Victor felt Rin's aura. they seemed to have a stare-off now.
"Indeed, Yena and I, by mutual agreement, maintained a discreet stance regarding our relationship, influenced by my inherent shyness in the presence of unfamiliar faces. Despite this discretion, my sincere desire is to cultivate a deeper understanding of your collective camaraderie, as an assurance that those with whom Yena associates are individuals of admirable character."
Victor then smiled at Rin, who glared at him.
"I can assure you that I am Yena's most trusted friend, but what about you? tell us about yourself. where do you come from? what do you do at the moment? are you at high school or studying? I don't know a damn thing about you and it's giving me the creeps that she'd hang out with somebody I don't even know.", Rin answered, still having his glare set on Victor.
"I hail from Great Britain, currently enrolled in studies at Harvard. My portfolio includes the oversight of several thriving business ventures. A notable aspect of my preferences lies in a genuine affection for biscuits."
Rin narrowed his eyes at Victor, but before Rin could say anything else, you stepped out with the items. "okay, Let me buy them real quick, you guys can go and check out the other stores.", you muttered as you checked if you had everything you needed.
the boys, however, didn't budge. Ness, Kaiser, Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Nagi, Rin and Victor only looked at you. Victor and Rin were the first to take the clothes from you. Reo and Nagi, as well as Kaiser and Ness were the first ones to take out their wallets to pay. Isagi and Bachira just stood there dumbly, not knowing how to please you or confused as to what the others did.
...
"I can pay for myself, you know?", you grumbled as you sat there with your chocolate milk in your hands as you huffed. the four boys were having a big slight argument over who got to pay for you, and they decided to split up the bill.
Bachira and Isagi were seated before you, Rin and Ness on either side of you, and Kaiser next to Ness, with Victor sitting next to kaiser, and reo and nagi between Rin and Bachira. You guys were sitting at a big, round table.
Everyone bought a small thing for themselves, Isagi also bought the shirt you told him would look good on him with a smile and blush. Nagi was content that you didn't give away the white clothes. Victor was stealing glances at you with a blush as you were grumpy. Rin waited for the food. so you guys were all just basically scrolling on your phones and waiting for the food at a restaurant.
"Huh, and here I thought you dissappeared, Victor!", an utterly high pitched voice broke the pleasant silence. You freezed, frowned, and turned to Victor. He looked at you in horror before he turned around.
Rika Shinkamu.
the blonde bitch he slept with.
Victor cheated on you with this japanese pick-me girl. her body screamed Barbie, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a thin body, but it seemed like she went underneath the knife, because she looked like shit. flared up tits, BBL on her butt, and also syrenged lips.
somehow, her body looked unnatural. she looked weird.
"Oh? and if this isn't Yena Hideyo...! wait...did you leave me, your girlfriend, alone to spend time with that slut?!", Rika exclaimed and stomped on her high heel.
Victor glared at Rika. "You're not my girlfriend, stop being so delusional.", he said, and his sophisticated demeanor was gone, instead a cold shoulder apparent.
ness, Kaiser, Isagi and bachira and the others just sat there, cringing at the girl. You sighed and rubbed your temple. They all however, didn't let Rika's comment slide.
Rin's eye twitched when he heard Rika call you a slut, when Rika looked like one, and a real ugly one at that.
"Can somebody please knock out that whore?", Rin asked, but he only stared at Victor, as if silently demanding him to leave with Rika.
"Hah?! The fuck did'ya just say?!", Rika scoffed before she turned to you. "All I'm saying is that Victor fucked me instead of you, which means he likes me more, and you're the one who is surrounded by boys! So, you're a slut! And look at your body, small boobs, eyebags, and your hair is sooo uncharismatic!", she exclaimed in a sassy tone before she whipped her blonde hair back and looked you up and down.
Victor stood up abruptly. You huffed in amusement. "I'm not going to argue with a person who had to undergo surgery for her body to look like mine.", you stated, and Rika glared at you.
But, you were not finished. "also, these guys are my friends, and I wasn't a whore or slut before I settled down with Victor, unlike some pathetic and poor excuse of a woman.", you said, and looked back to your phone.
everyone was silent after that. It was true what you said though. Rika has been hopping from male to male before she 'settled down' at Victor. Victor himself stood up and sighed.
"I'm sorry for ruining your day, I will leave now.", he said before he quickly went away, with Rika following after him, telling him to wait with tears in her eyes, her high heels being too much for her to actually go after him.
"that was...cringe.", Kaiser spoke, and you all agreed. Reo and Nagi, as well as Rin looked at you with either betrayal, concern, or both.
"What was that girl's deal, anyways? Starting a fight with you all of a sudden?", Ness asked as he pouted. you just sipped some more on your chocolate milk before the waitress came and served you guys your food.
"Long story short, I've been dating Victor for two years, but he cheated on me because he didn't really like me, and the person he cheated on was that blonde Rika. it seemed like they broke up, but Rika is just---delulu delusional and thinks Victor still likes her? she should go and seek therapy.", you muttered before you bit into your food.
Bachira huffed. "that's still no reason of her to call you these insults." "but Yena told Rika off good!", Isagi exclaimed after Bachira's words, and everyone agreed and you smiled softly. "thanks, guys."
"she looked like a fricking character from those old movies where the women look so weird...", Reo spoke with a frown, and again, everyone agreed, and laughed as well.
Rin then looked at you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "please don't let anything get to you, Yena. you're the prettiest girl in the world.", he said quietly, and you blushed a bit. "thank you, rin.", you said back softly with a smile.
RIn nodded before he kept eating.
...
after everyone was done, and Kaiser and Ness bid their goodbyes, Bachira and Isagi had to leave too after a while to hang out with the others, and it was now only you, Rin, Reo and Nagi.
They all froze in place when you walked into a pink shop, with pink and cute accesoires. they blinked before they looked at each other with panicked expressions.
"Did she just--" (Reo)
"huh-" (Nagi)
"Y-yena!?" (Rin)
Yeah, they were all concerned. All three boys walked in after you, very concerned looks. Rin and reo took either side of your shoulder and pulled you back.
"quick, let's get her to the hospital!"
"Dial 911!!!"
"guys...it's for Teieri.", you spoke up with a huff. Rin and Reo let go of you, and Nagi forgot about his mission to take you out of the cutecore store as he looked at cute keychains.
"...cute..", the albino haired boy muttered. Nagi was at the other end of the store as you three were in front of the entrance.
"oh, sorry.", Rin coughed with a blush and took a step back to give you some space.
"but it really scared us when you went into the shop.", Reo exclaimed softly and with an apologetic smile.
you just shook your head. "it's alright, really. now I really wanna buy something super cute for Teieri..."
"I'll help you!", Rin and Reo spoke at the same time a determined expression on their faces.
You looked at them for a moment. They haven't really bought a lot of stuff, and you shook your head. "c'mon guys, go buy yourselfves something."
Nagi then came with one of the super cute keychains. "is it okay if I have this keychain? it looks...cute...", he mumbled with a small blush as he looked down on it at his hand.
Reo and Rin snorted, and you did too. "Of course, Nagi."
Reo and rin then left the store, and Nagi kept browsing through the aisles. you hummed in thought as you looked at the variety of goods.
'hmm...what would Teieri like...? I think I'll get a...a sweet notebook...with a cute pen...maybe an adorable pencil case? Hm!...and a few t-shirts would be nice too for her...oh, some of them have flowers...huh, it's actually good...I think I'll get her an M size...because of her...ahem...chest...', you thought with a blush as you put many products into a shopping bag.
Nagi appeared again. "I think this one looks better...no, this one...maybe the first one...? uh..such a hassle...Yena, help.", he spoke in his monotone voice and pouted.
you looked at the keychains. one was black and the other one white. "would you like to have one? you don't have a keychain yet..."
"huh, you're right actually...okay, I'll have the black one. and I think I'm done buying stuff for Teieri.", you muttered as you looked at the full bag with cute stuff.
nagi nodded and took the bag from your grip. "what are you doing?" "Don't want you to carry it. it's heavy...a heavy hassle..."
You only rolled your eyes playfully before you pai- no. Nagi paid.
you only shook your head.
...
"wha....wha...!? Wha-!?!!", Teieri exclaimed when you were over at her room as some sort of girl's night and smirked proudly when she looked at the different items with an excited expression.
She fell in love with each thing you bought. Pens, pencils, pencil sharpener, sweet jewellery, clothes, hair pins, an adorable hairbrush, a few plushies, you bought it all. anri cooed at everything.
"waaaaa! Thank you, Yena!", she exclaimed happily before she hugged you tight. you grunted before you hugged her back softly. "It's the least I could do, Teieri."
she took all the shirts and went to her cabin. "I-I'll put it on and show you, okay!?", she yelled in excitement and you threw a thumbs up.
You were scrolling on your phone as she changed and raised your brow. 'a message from Ego...one month left at blue lock...oh...', you thought as you read through his message. so you could only go to france, england and italy, because currently, you were slowly finishing it with spain, and you were at bastard münchen already.
thirty days. ten days with each team. then you're gone...unless...?
Victor said he had some businesses, and some of them included football. 'wait...he wouldn't, would he?', you frowned, but your train of thoughts vanished when Teieri jumped out of her walkable wardrobe to show you the t-shirt you bought for her.
"what do you think!? Super cute, right?!", she exclaimed with a blush and a huge smile. you smiled back at her softly. "yes, super cute."
you liked the fact that even grown-ups felt safe enough to act childish around you, and you huffed in amusement when anri hopped back into the changing cabinet to put on another shirt.
today was a sweet girl's night.
...
"Nine months, huh?", Kunigami muttered after you answered his question on how you became so good at football, and you explained it to him in the same way you did to barou. you and Kunigami were sitting together in the cafeteria and were now on your way back to the halls. you two would have to say goodbye to each other soon.
"yep, but there were also other games I played, nine months, however, was my absolute fave.", you said calmly before you looked at him.
'damn he's so fucking hot...' "what did you do this weekend, actually?", you asked. you were a bit down when he had rejected your offer to go to the mall with him, as he was the first person you asked. (you wanted it to become a date.) he said no and you went with Reo, nagi and the others instead.
"I spent some time with my family...I...I hope you bought some nice stuff for yourself?", he asked in a shy tone and blushed when he thought back about you wearing that pink outfit.
"yeah, I did actually. it was really fun at saturday, I wish you came."
Kunigami averted his eyes with a red face now. "N-next time..."
You blushed more. "...promise?" You asked gently and softly. Kunigami blinked a few times, looking to the ground as he did so, and nodded only.
You were celebrating in your head as you smiled at him. "I'm already looking forward to it."
Suddenly, Victor came to view as he bid Ego farewell. you locked eyes with him, and he smiled. "Ye-", he stopped when he saw Kunigami. He stared at him.
Kunigami raised his brow.
You frowned at Victor, not really wanting to see him at the moment. "Come on, Kunigami, let's go somewhere else.", you muttered and walked into the other direction. Victor, however, wanted to talk to you.
"w-wait, Yena! Please, let us speak for a moment!", Victor said urgently, as he took his steps to your direction. you sighed before you looked at Kunigami. "could you leave us alone for a moment?"
Kunigami switched his gaze between you and the stranger, then he huffed. "sure..", he mumbled and left.
"I'm sorry that I took your time away from...him...", Victor muttered, as he glared at the orange haired wild card's retreating form.
"Is it about saturday?", you asked with a raised brow.
"Yes, I-I'm sorry about what happened...Rika...she stalks me...", he sighed. Sucks for him.
"is this the only reason?"
"No, I...I wanted to ask you if we could be together again."
you just looked at him with a blank face, before you laughed your ass off. "AHAAHAH...HAUhahahahahahahajdwjjah.." and you kept chuckling for a bit.
Victor looked at you awkwardly, and with a hurt expression.
"no.", you said, and turned around to leave.
And...well...Victor...he...
he made the mistake of touching you without your consent.
the moment you felt his "soft" grip on your wrist, you gave him a roundhouse kick to the cheek, and he got kicked to the side. you glared at him.
"how dare you touch me without my consent? how dare you come back again after we resolved this peacefully, ah!?", you seethed angrily, as you looked down at Victor who held his cheek, looking up at you in fear.
"I'm not going to be together with you again, ever. now get the hell outta here.", you growled, and walked away.
still, Victor was persistent. "L-look, I'm sorry Yena. I'm sorry for having had intercourse with Rika when I was together with you. I'm sorry for having taken you for granted. Please, just give me one more chance..!"
you only scoffed. "you think I want you after you were inside another woman? you think I want to get back to a guy who didn't want me at first? keep on dreamin', bitch."
and with that, you left. you weren't in the mood for that, even less considering getting back together with him. Victor didn't follow you this time. you were glad.
Kunigami was waiting around the corner, his eyes closed. you blushed. "god he's pretty..."
oop-
Kunigami opened his eyes as he looked at you and blushed. "thank y-you...", he muttered and looked to the side sheepishly.
you were frozen. 'did I...did I just say that out loud...I did...'
"ah- s-sorry, it just slipped out-" "I-it's okay, I enjoyed the compliment, really! Y-you're pretty too!"
you two looked to the ground with red faces, being complimented by each other, and giddy smiles.
[get a room for fuck's sake...]
"so...you will leave in a month...did I get it right?", kunigami spoke softly after a while, and you two leaned against opposite walls on the hallway.
"yeah...", you answered, feeling sad.
kunigami sighed before he stood straight and walked towards you. you looked up at him, confused as to why he was walking to you.
he was blushing. even his ears were red.
"Yena, I li-" "Yena! Yena come quick, you've gotta see that!", Oliver exclaimed, having appeared from nowhere.
liver would've pulled you by the wrist, but then he remembered how you were, and he also saw you beat that guy.
Oliver held a save distance from you.
you frowned. "why should I?"
"Otoya has made a cool ninja trick but ended up hurting his nuts, now come on!", oliver yelled with a mischievous, but also childlike grin. Kunigami was glaring at Oliver.
"heh, serves him right. Kunigami, what did you want to tell me though? you "li-"?", you asked as you looked up to him.
Oliver scowled.
Kunigami averted his eyes in embarassment. "ah..i-it's not that important."
Oliver smirked. "alright, let's go then!!"
'I thought he wanted to confess...how stupid of me...he must already have a girlfriend waiting for him..', you thought, and walked away with Oliver.
once you two rounded the corner, Kunigami slid down the wall, his head looking up, and he covered his eyes. "why did I chicken out...? was it because of Oliver...?....fuck..."
...
you were wheezing.
ringing for air.
otoya was laying on the side as he curled up in a fetus position, both his hands on his crotch.
"y--you...huhehuehheuheehueheue...y-you...oh go-ho-hoooood...!", you wheezed as you pointed around in his dorm. Karasu and Oliver were chuckling at Otoya, and Yukimiya was still training.
otoya had made the mistake of wanting to do a backflip on a chair, and hi nuts collided against it's back when he landed.
"that's what you get for being such a dumbass, moron."
"shut the...fuck...up, karasu...oww...", he whimpered.
something stirred inside you. ()
oh yeah.
you were crazy for whimpering boys. you looked down on Otoya.
"Otoya, let me help you.", you said in a serious tone. he looked up at you through teary eyes. "Really?", he mumbled softly.
you were an angel in his eyes right now. 'maybe she'll massage them...hehe..'
never in his life would Otoya have thought that you'd kick his nuts. He was moaning, and mewling in pain, and curled up even tighter. he was now crying and whimpering on the ground.
Karasu and Oliver laughed more.
"this is for the sauna incident.", you lied. you just wanted to hear more of his whimpers. he had a good whimpering noise.
you looked at Oliver and Karasu, and both stopped laughing, holding their crotches. "We're sorry" "We're very sorry", they said.
you walked out of the dorm with a satisfied hum.
Then you encountered Kurona, Kiyora, and Niko. the cutest boys of blue lock until now. you didn't meet anybody else yet. "hellyu."
"hello, Yena." "Hi." "..."
ah yes, Niko Ikki was the shyest of those three. so cute.
"is everything okay with you guys? are you about to train or.."
"train, train.", Kurona spoke. Kiyora looked at you, having a small blush on his cheeks. "please train with us...", and niko nods with a heavier blush.
'huhgewfjwifjiejiofjqiowjfijiwofjo THEY'RE SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK THANK YOU GOD FEIFJJFIWJIFI', you thought with a blank face, and nodded. "sure, let's go."
They were decent and humble players. Kiyora jin put up a respectable match, kurona was a great teamplayer, and Niko was also great with his vision. they all were.
you praised the hell outta them.
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cariad’s obsession with the female call of duty characters is starting to get unhealthy (it has been for quite a while)
valeria, kate, farah 💞
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valeria garza might have committed many heinous crimes, but who hasn’t? :). don’t act like you’re innocent. let’s be partners in crime, val, forget about everyone else. (i’m losing it)
(i would do anything for that woman, oh my GOD. i’d let her shoot me)
i just wanna be kate’s wife. that’s all i want out of this life. maybe i have a thing for older women, maybe i have a thing for american women.
(that sounds odd, lmfao, idk what it is. y’know when a character has a non-american accent, and in every fanfic it’s always pointed out? “their deep british accent rung through your ears”? i’m like that with american accents, for some reason?? american accents are deemed the norm, so no one pays attention when a character has a standard northern american accent, but i love them 😭 and southern american accents)
i want farah to teach me how to ride a motorcycle. please, ma’am. i just wanna spend any amount of time with farah, tbh. she’s so beautiful, and smart, and strong, atkajsksksk.
(side note - i feel so weird calling a woman “ma’am” because i call my actual mother “mam” and the pronunciation (the pronunciation i use for “ma’am” anyway) is literally the same)
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operators you probably don’t care about 💞 (calisto, stiletto, roze, kleo, nova, luna)
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fuck the royals 🤬, fuck the royals 😏. look, she seems pretentious af, but i love her for it. what was that one voice line? “can i play with you? mhm.” what does that mean, calisto???
(my hearing is shit so if that’s not what she said, don’t tell me :). i’d rather pretend, LOL)
most of the content i see for stiletto is shipping her with könig. she is literally dating me, how dare you disrespect our relationship like that. i could treat a woman better than him, anyway 🙄.
(sorry, könig, you’ve become my punching bag, i promise i don’t actually hate you. i’m just jealous of your fans, that’s all)
rozlin goddamn helms. she was once a shadow, right? no wonder she left that company. i could treat my employees better than graves could. back to actually talking about roze herself, mw19 roze had a chokehold on me, man. she’s so AH. (you figure out what that means)
(fuck you, graves, i may have stated that i liked southern american accents, but this excludes you (and most men, southern accents on women, i should’ve clarified))
kleopatros gavras. that woman. now, where the hell is the hype for her? i feel she’s very smart, and obviously very strong. i love smart women. i love strong women. i love women. doesn’t seem very friendly, but i can work with that. (that sounds weird)
(when it comes to characters that don’t have official heights, i like to headcanon them some, for nearly all of the female operators, they’re tall because i said so, i love tall women)
i think nova’s actress is very pretty. i, too, love flying. it was meant to be, no? please, nova, i’m on my knees. i literally have no words to describe the way i feel about this woman 😶.
(a lot of people don’t like her voice, but i don’t have anything negative to say, really. maybe i’m too blinded by love 🤷♀️) (that was embarrassing to say)
luna just seems like a really friendly person. she makes me feel safe?? even though she isn’t real?? the voice line, “alright then, i see you!” did it for me. she’s a soldier, she’s tough, but she’s also so amicable it kills me. idk i just love her, man.
(another smart woman, i fucking love smart women. i just wanna be her friend, lmao)
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all in all, i’m a raging lesbian, and the women in this game make me feel things :). also, apologising if there are any grammatical or linguistic errors. <3
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To Ponder
I have become obsessed with a more introspective view of Okoye and Attumas relationship. It has me in a chokehold right now. I just like the idea of hearing their inner thoughts about one another because they both seem to think of their feelings for each other a lot and verbalize when the time is right. At least that's what my brain thinks when it comes to their relationship.
As always, Happy reading :)
Attuma realized early on in their relationship that he was a goner and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Okoye was one of the few people that physically challenged him and was from the surface no less. He had a profound level of respect for her prowess in battle before their relationship and after he started to develop feelings for her, he gained a new sense of respect for her. She wasn’t just physically strong with determination, but she was exceptionally strong emotionally and mentally.
He knew how painful losing her position was and then losing her queen who was like a second mother. She had opened up to him about it once and he could feel her pain seeping out of her words, body language, and tears. Yet, she still pushed forward and became a Midnight Angel despite her trauma from the war.
Not to mention her traitorous ex husband who was manipulative in his ways towards her and his advances. Earlier today Okoye sent W’Kabi divorce papers and she came home shaken by his disgusting words and insults. Attuma never pushed her on what happened but could sense that her ex husband had said something hurtful that got under her skin.
He was content with not asking her about the interaction in favor of just being there as support, but she spoke up later that night when they were in bed. Attuma was on the verge of sleep and could feel himself drifting when Okoye admitted to him what W’Kabi made a remark about. He viciously stated that he didn’t think Attuma would want a family with a woman who was subject to so many whispers. Then proceeded to make comments that she was inferior to Talokanil women and their children would be half breeds.
Attuma was stunned that a man who claimed to love her could say such vile things because she has requested a divorce. A divorce that was spurred by his traitorous actions and backwards thinking. He was quickly pulled from his thoughts at the time and comforted Okoye as she sobbed. He reassured her that he would love nothing more than to have a family with her and he didn't give a damn what gossiping aunties whisper. Okoye eventually cried herself to sleep but Attuma didn’t fall asleep quickly that night, feeling angry at not being able to protect her from words that were obviously painful.
He didn’t take kindly to her ex-husband saying their children would be half breeds. Honestly he contemplated finding his holding cell and beating him within an inch of life for those words but thought better of it. After all, the alliance was in place and while he’s sure many wouldn’t mind W’Kabi getting beat up, leaders wouldn’t be too happy, despite understanding why.
Before he could continue to ponder Okoye mumbled something in her sleep and turned to face him and snuggle closer to his warmth. Attuma started to hum a calming song to lull her to a deeper sleep and once her breathing evened out he stopped and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer to his chest.
He gazed at her face and was once again struck by the beauty and elegance that always seemed to accompany her. How he got lucky is something he will never know or understand, but he will just thank the gods above that he was given a blessing in the form of this woman. Then, his eyes found the ring he made her when he proposed a few weeks ago. He made two, one for practical wear and another that was for formal wear which made sense for Okoye. The practical ring was a mix of vibranium and jade with smooth emeralds encrusted in it, this was worn day to day and worn while training since it doesn’t get in the way. The formal ring has a Vibranium band with a Jade jewel in the middle. This was worn to formal council meetings, parties, and pretty much everywhere except training and missions.
Attuma’s thoughts once again turn to the topic of children and he closed his eyes to try and envision what their children would look like. He didn’t notice himself drifting off to sleep and dreaming of their future children who were a perfect mix of them.
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have been exploring ur blog for almost a week now and i got rlly addicted into those, keep up the good work!
and i saw your blogs are filled with (character)!mc x Twst/OM! nowadays? (i noticed some are from the former months too💀)
well i see that the character is no problem because you actually look them up! ngl that's the one i rlly idolize abt ur blog
may i request for a dateables a Yosano!f!mc? where she is an independent woman and values human life, maybe add about the scene where belphegor chokes the shit outta mc and mc regenerates rlly fast and the time where he warms up (belphie's pov only)
and maybe also add them finding out about young!Yosano!mc (11) being a student surgeon in the "great war"? (aka finding out the thing that Mori has been doing onto her?)
take your time! i don't mind rlly:D
Again, I’m sick so I’ve been tryna recover. But since school is online, my teachers decide to bombard me with the toughest assignments I’ve ever seen during the first week of school! Requests are being written at a grueling pace.
I’m sorry, but as of now I’m cutting requests short because I’m backed up and I don’t have much time to do requests anymore. I’m doing the Royals as of right now.
Diavolo
You are a very responsible young woman, so you are the complete opposite of Diavolo. You have proven again and again that you are strong and capable of tasks that men usually handle. You strive to bring equality between men and women to the Devildom as well as your own world.
Diavolo helps you in this fight and will make you one of his closest political advisors. You will be there to debate forms of action and new laws that were suggested. You will explain how it could affect his dreams as well as the new plan to make sure each person in the Devildom is affected equally.
Once, one of the other political advisors made a comment that didn’t sit well with you. “How many women does it take to get a law passed?” He asked while nudging his partner. You tackled him to the ground and held a knife to his neck.
“Next time you make a comment like that, I’d love to use you as my guinea pig for my ‘treatments’. Unless you want to make another comment, I could just imagine you screaming like a little girl in pure agony!” Diavolo made a point to never make you angry.
You seem to be fascinated by the macabre, which fascinates him in return. You seem to not be phased by the demons you are surrounded by, but you instead are amazed at their extraordinary range of abilities. His eyes will fill with curiosity as yours does the same whenever he demonstrates his powers. He will show off a bit for you.
During any student council meetings or political meetings Diavolo may have, he notices that you tend to be more observant. You are looking for the most efficient way to get straight to the point of each briefing of the week. He truly admires you and what you do because meetings now end faster because of what you do.
When Belphie decided that it was time to give you a one-way ticket to the Celestial Realm, everyone noticed how you went limp in his chokehold. When you fell to the ground, Diavolo knelt right next to you, holding your body. Then he felt you moving and getting up and saw you beating the absolute shit out of the Belphegor.
As a doctor, you are given tons of respect. Especially when people find out that you were drafted in a great war at the age of 11. You were essentially a child prodigy at that point. You saved tons of soldiers, one of them even calling you “Miss Angel”. That respect remained during your stay in the Devildom as well.
Barbatos
Your personality lines up with Barbatos’ very well. Barbatos knows what you are capable of, mainly due to his powers. After hearing about your cause and how you strive for equality between everyone, he will help accordingly. You gave him a new perspective on the politics of the Devildom.
You can often be seen with Barbatos arguing for rules and laws that should or shouldn’t be passed both in school and outside of school. You often also help Diavolo with some of his paperwork so that Barbatos isn’t constantly worried about it.
Once, there was a group of demons who decided that you were gonna be their prey. They grabbed your arm to try and stop you from moving, but you amputated their arm with a scalpel. How you did that, I will never know. You got skills, and Barbatos agrees.
“You treat women like we’re objects and always question why you get no ‘bitches’. First, stop calling us that; you wouldn’t call your own mother that, so don’t call us that. Keep that same energy when talking to your mom and see where that gets you… or don’t because you will never see the light of day again.” You said, then walked away as the demon was shrieking and howling in pure agony.
Barbatos notices how excited you get when you see the obituaries in the news or when you volunteer your services at the hospital and you get to perform on a body. Typically, humans shudder at the sheer thought of something like this… but not you.
He also notices that you tend to be more observant during the student meetings, or whenever, really. You will analyze the situation so that you can execute your ideas efficiently and quickly. If there is a way to do it simply, you will do it that way.
When Belphegor decides to help you cash in your chips, you go limp. Barbatos was devastated. He was just about to grab you from a different reality just so that you couldn’t leave him when you got up and handed Belphie’s ass right back. He’s so relieved, you couldn’t imagine it.
He gives you the respect you deserve. He always refers to you as Dr. L/N because of your medical license. He will always be willing to lend an ear if you want to tell him about your time as a medical scholar. He does get a bit jealous when you tell him that one of the soldiers you treated called you “Miss Angel”.
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Taiju Shiba x Reader: I tried
Genre: Angst, hurt no comfort
Character: Taiju Shiba
Warnings: infidelity, depictions of a panic attack, cigarettes & smoking; not proofread !!
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“I’m sorry.”
Taiju’s golden eyes couldn’t look straight into yours. Despite his status as a feared gang leader, he was never strong enough to look at you whose face was devoid of any emotion.
There was not a tear shed nor voices raised, only the cloud of silence that seems to have the tall man on a chokehold.
“Is she the only one?” Taiju loved it when you were assertive; it granted him the confidence that you can hold on your own. But now that he was facing your phone containing the conversation you had with one of his former mistresses who was apologizing for what happened, he wanted nothing more than to see your smile at him again.
He chose to stay silent; still finding the words, hopelessly trying to find an explanation even though there was no justification for his actions.
He knew well enough that even the dictionary and the thesaurus combined cannot help him articulate how ashamed he was of cheating on you with three women during a six-month period. There was no higher being that could’ve helped him out of his mess, not when he broke your heart and promises of devotion and loyalty to no one but you.
And as he confessed his sins on the night of your anniversary, he can only plead and beg as you grabbed your bag and quietly exited the shared residence.
Taiju found himself hugging your pillow tightly as he kept calling your name, crying and whimpering out apologies like some broken record until the sun came up. He then woke up to the smell of two things: tobacco and coffee.
On the other hand, you were never one to sit alone in the balcony at seven in the morning on a workday, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to enjoy a cup of black coffee and a stick or two of cigarettes from last night.
Then there was Taiju at the other side of the glass door. You neither smoked nor liked black coffee as it was too bitter for your liking, but there you were in a black robe, a cup of cafe noir in one hand and your second stick in the other.
It was like looking at a different person with a familiar face. It was like you were a stranger.
“I don’t know.” Was what Taiju heard when he asked what happens now. Hell must have frozen over a hundred times below as the house seemed colder despite the morning light. Taiju was desperately holding your hand, almost on his knees as he cried yet another bucket of tears.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still love me?”
It was selfish for the eldest Shiba sibling to ask so much after practically destroying what you thought was haven after all these years. But it hurt him most to hear your voice laced with tiredness and utter sadness.
“I don’t know.”
Routines then changed. There was no you waiting in the living room while watching random shows, waiting for Taiju to come home so he can be greeted with a kiss. There was no you enjoying his homecooked meals and laughing with him at the dinner table as you now preferred to eat somewhere else before stepping foot in the shared space. There were no more cuddles, kisses, words of encouragement nor lovemaking; there was only you draped in the finest cloth of silent treatment like it was weaved all the way from the underworld.
Taiju felt himself weakening every time you would brush him off: you don’t even sit nearby him anymore. His promises of change were continuously discarded in the trash bin.
The breakfasts that he knew, full of kisses, dreamy sighs and plans for the next couple of hours, was replaced with either silent taps on the phone or business calls you previously loathed getting before office hours. The bedroom was the coldest and loneliest thus far, even though you still slept in the same bed with him.
It broke Taiju every time you turn the other way and dozed off, refusing to be held or to hold him even by the pinky. You were always so near and yet so far like the Andromeda Galaxy.
But you were trying so hard. However, how on earth were you going to function after knowing about your partner’s infidelity? There was no manual for this, no thread on any social media site; you were on your own.
You tried to look at him like how you did; you tried to paint him as an imperfect individual who deserves your love.
But how can you stomach the pain upon remembering that not too long ago, he was looking at someone else in the same loving manner? That he, too, painted someone else as an imperfect individual who deserved his love?
You tried to crawl back into your routine of waiting for his return, of enjoying his creations in the kitchen, of giving him every ounce of attention- but there was no stopping your brain on remembering that he gave himself to other people when you still did everything.
It was like you weren’t enough; that your kisses were too bland to be looked forward to anymore. That your touches were merely required out of familiarity. That you were existing in his life as a pawn, not a partner.
And every time you’d think of his infidelity, of not being enough, you’d go to the bathroom to cry, your tears asking every deity to answer how could Taiju betray you like you were nothing. Salty tears would always pool on your chin as you rocked back and forth on the bathroom floor, asking yourself why you weren’t enough for someone whom you saw as your favorite planet in the whole cosmos.
And it broke you even more to reject the idea of holding him and vice versa, because there was nothing more heart wrecking than realizing someone else was held the way you were handled, maybe more lovingly so.
And in the midst of the heartbreak, you couldn’t find the reason why you were still hopelessly in love with him. That despite the betrayal, you couldn’t deny the love between the both of you during the years together.
You tried reaching for him, seeing his eyes well with tears as you tried to hold his hand or to drink your coffee with him in silence. You could hear him at night, thanking God as you let your pinky wrap around his.
But the universe must have had a different plan after two weeks of trying.
You didn’t know how, but you woke up on a random Thursday morning not feeling anything but tiredness. Your brain must have been on autopilot as you contacted Yuzuha and asked her if you can stay for a couple of days until you could find somewhere else to stay.
You didn’t know how, but you felt nothing upon seeing Taiju’s worried face as he saw you putting your belongings on baskets and bags. You didn’t know how, but you felt nothing as he begged on his knees for you to return your clothes in the cabinets and drawers.
You couldn’t feel anything at this point. Your eyes were seeing gray as your eyes were still trying to listen to Taiju.
“(Y/n), please.” Taiju hiccupped, his hands clutching at your your shirt so tight that it was threatening to rip anytime. “I thought we were ok. I thought we were already working on it.”
You couldn’t understand him anymore. His pleads for forgiveness and for another chance he swore he wouldn’t take for granted were just passing through your ears. Your eyes just looking at the man before you who was bowing on his knees, desperately asking you for another try.
There was not a sliver of love left in you.
“I’m sorry, Taiju. I tried.”
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Hm.
Unfortunately, season 5 is not living up to the hype of the strong season 4 finale.
They are struggling to balance the slapstick comedy with the serious subject matter and no wonder. They really wrote themselves into a corner when they decided to incorporate the BLM movement, because the expectations are naturally high. Dealing with the riots and finding a resolution for them must have been no easy feat.
So far they've been more preoccupied with the spectacle of the ladies taking control of the prison rather than with the bigger implications and questions that short-lived power raises for these characters.
As I'm not binge-watching the season, its slow pacing is not bothering me, but I hope they didn't do that thing where all arcs and subplots are unneccessarily dragged for several episodes and then everything happens all at once in the last one, because that is tricky and can backfire.
"Yellowjackets"--to mention another series with an ensemble cast--executed this perfectly in the first season, but the same cannot be said for its second one.
Back to OITNB.
The charm of most characters remains intact.
The focus on Danielle Brook's Tasha and Selenis Leyva's Gloria was an excellent choice, because both actresses' performances are outstanding. That being said, I wish they had given Laverne Cox something more to do as she is also great. Sophia's dynamic with Gloria has had me on a chokehold for two seasons now.
Another welcome surprise: Janae was finally given a more unique voice. Now had they done the same with Alison, I would have been ecstatic. Although well-intentioned, their depiction of Muslim women is not very nuanced.
Additionally, Uzo Aduba is killing it, but what else is new there? Truly loving what they are doing with Suzanne.
Last but not least, is the evil corporate lady going to briefly date Carrie? Hell yes, I've been waiting 5 seasons to see what a smitten Boo looks like. Of course I'm into them since they are not going to last. (Hi, Soso/Poussey and Lorna/Nicky.)
As for the weaker points that hopefully will have been addressed and/or resolved by the end of the season:
Whatever happened to that recurring theme of imprisoned mothers craving to talk to their families? Why are the ones that own phones now not calling their children?
Why are the white pride skinheads hanging out with the women they hate?
The recycling of Piper/Alex's will-they-won't-they relationship--as if there had ever been a chance they would not end up together, please!--is getting exhausting. As a viewer that actually likes them individually and as a group now, I keep wondering: did they not know what to do with them? At all?
As for Nicky and Lorna, I'm trying to leave my monkey brain and biases aside in order to ask: will they ever give them new arcs? Because season 5 is not saying anything new about them. Nicky is still pining over Lorna, who lives in her own imaginary world and refuses to see what is right in front of her. This has been going on-and-off for four--five actually, but alright--seasons now except Nicky is sober yet again. (Good for her.) Lyonne and Stone are amazing, why waste their talent like this?
When OITNB fucks up, it fucks up badly. Pray tell, why is Tiffany still having a relationship with the CO that raped her? They had already made a point about her response to her trauma in seasons 3 & 4. Either there is a deeper message about abusive relationships that is flying over my head or I'm just impatient and this subplot will be completed soon.
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hiii everyone im finally posting this after ignoring all my tags for two weeks lmao. i love these kind of games though its fun to look back, so thank you for tagging me:
@floweruna / @hongberries @gnanii @yangsminho and @honeydewtual
rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!
im sure most people have already done it, but ill tag some people just to say hi @taegyunie @ambivartence @awek-s @flops @strhwaberries @hwichanis
i added way too much commentary, so this will go under a readmore lmao. also i included ALL gifs including from my gg and fandom sideblogs, not just bgs.
january
favorite: obviously my favorite was my magazine/gif thing i made for kenta's birthday (6th year in a row, this year will be 7) unfortunately it doesnt load very well lol
most popular: these txt gifs (sugar rush ride) and taehyun+stickers
february
favorite: i cant deny i still think about this set of sebin during snuper's rain of mind era... the sparkles will always have a chokehold on me. ps check out my pixy wings set
most popular: this joshua set (for whatever reason lol)
march
favorite: i have several but im rly happy at how the wjsn + butterflies set turned out, its so nice. also my two harry june sets have a soft spot in my heart
most popular: this set of svt aju nice, its not a surprise that when i post svt it gets way more notes lol. i do like it a lot though
april
favorite: by FAR my fav (excluding macarena) is my loona as witches gifset. its one ofmy best im not gonna lie but also.... yuma sunshine...
most popular: actually i had a couple that were fairly popular but uh another joshua gifset has the most but ALSO this blitzers macarena post is nearing 200 notes??? i would consider that a fave too. and apparently tumblr loves big yuto/little yuto the same i do
may
favorite: i outdid myself in my dkz 9 to 5 set here. like idk how it ended up looking good but i love it sm.
most popular: ANOTHER joshua set??? im not even joshua biased. hes just so pretty LOL this is boring ill mention the 2nd most popular too. which is also another boring svt set. NEXT is big yuto/little yuto again <3
june
favorite: i made a gifset pretending fly me to the moon had a m/v and it flopped SO HARD i forget that i actually made it. also not to sneak this one but bitsaeon is SOOOO beautiful
most popular: campus crush junseo was my most popular this month, AS IT SHOULD BE. everyone should love that teddy bear
july
favorite: mmm two horror-adjacent gifsets!!! a set for dreamcatcher's chase me and an au that set kino (ptg) as a horror protag. lol it was so niche but i enjoyed it
most popular: omg i didnt think it would be but junghwan in the move m/v... as it SHOULD BE (again) i was let down a lot by trsr this year but this song kept me interested
august
favorite: mmm probably changsun in heartbeat. i LOVE that song and also it brought me back to 2017. nostalgia is.. very strong lol
most popular: im ignoring yet another joshua set. sorry josh but lets let others have a spot lmao. actually after that, a gifset of jaechan in his pre-release solo has the most notes. thats crazy!
september
favorite: my fav is OBVIOUSLY the set of snuper + sparkles. supposedly i was going to turn it into a series of boys+sparkles but we'll see.
most popular: its kind of funny, it seems like there arent a lot of ptg stans on tumblr but they always crawl out of the woodwork to rb my ptg stuff. i love u guys. and i miss yanan.
october
favorite: another installment in my women+horror series was my fav for this month. girlies gotta love vampires
most popular: i am SO glad. if it is any of my sets to be popular, i would never be disappointed if its omega x. they deserve the WORLD and ill personally give it to them. btw my pics with jaehan and taedong turned out soo well but i look AWFUL with sebin lmaooo
november
favorite: ahhh definitely anthonny in magic hour jacket behind. hes an ICON and i really liked him in bp
most popular: ohhh this was a surprise, i guess bc i only did 4 gifsets in november, but this seowon in wonderland m/v has the most notes. totally valid, hes beautiful
december
favorite: baby... yuma... sunshine loml obviously is my fav. hes sooo cute in that beret. and his smile. oh im gonna cry hes so cute LOOK AT MY SON!!!!!
most popular: i guess kpop has less of a reach on tumblr now because my one and only fandom post has the most notes lol. anyway if you havent seen a journey to love, you really should
a few thoughts:
well, its not a surprise that my most popular were seventeen and txt but it was interesting to see the variety of groups that i did gif besides them
peak time really had (has) a chokehold on me lmaoooo so many sets spawned from that show.
i also giffed more than i thought i had, so that was very neat to discover. although it was funny i posted 4 gifsets in the entirety of november
i talked so much and i apologize but thank you to anyone who even scrolled down this far, thanks for bearing with me!!
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