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kurishiri · 22 days

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02 . . . william & v.s. darius

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Kate: Wh—? What do you mean, me for a reward——

In response, Will narrowed his eyes, the color of blood, with an alluring smile on his lips.

William: It is a charming idea, although I have no intention of handing our dear little robin over.

W: If I emerge victorious, would you let me do as I like with you, Kate?

Darius, too, wore a smile as bewitching as that of an angel’s, his honey eyes sweetly tempting.

Darius: And should you become mine, I suppose I’d take you back home with me.

D: How about we have so much fun together that returning to England won’t even dare cross your mind again?

Kate: W-wait, hold up, that kind of thing...

This unexpected turn of events sent my heart racing in confusion, when——

The two of them glanced at one another before bursting out into a hearty laughter.

William: Ahaha, it was a joke in good fun, Kate. It’s not in my slightest interest to offer people up as prizes.

Darius: Ahaha, you take everything so seriously, miss fairytale keeper. Color me veeery intrigued.

Kate: Ehh? Okay, that’s enough ganging up on me, you two.

K: That said, though, I am interested in this match, so if it’s alright, could you let me prepare the prize for the winner?

William: What a wonderful suggestion, thank you. Of course I am more than alright with that.

Darius: Agreed, I’m happy with anything as long as you are the one who chooses it, miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: Please leave it to me then!

——From the first throw, the two made a splendid display.

Darius: I expected no less from you, William.

William: I could very much say the same of you. I’ve learned yet another new thing about you today.

Horseshoes were not only heavy, but also bore a shape that made it difficult to throw well,

but both Will and Darius were able to throw them at the stakes they were aiming for with ease.

Kate: Will! Darius! ...You’re both doing really well!

With such clear skill, I could hear exceptionally loud cheering along with murmurs of praise.

“Wow, they make it look so easy,” “I feel like I’m being sucked right in,” “Those two are so cool”...

(They both don’t seem like they’re going to miss a mark anytime soon. At this rate there probably won’t be a winner and... ah.)

It was then my eyes stopped on something a child who had been passing by was selling.

(Okay, that’ll be the reward!)

I chased after the seller to buy the item I had my eye on, and on the way back——

I ran into a store that was selling another thing that could work.

(And with this... it can just be a gift from me to him, not for winning a match, but rather for the memory.)

I went back to where the two were as the match was drawing near the end...

Kate: Here you go! A reward for the winner. ——In other words, the both of you.

I brought out two cups of chilled lemonade.

Darius: Hm? Wait a minute, you wouldn’t know whether the results ended in a tie until the end, yes?

Kate: Ah, about that...

K: From the very first throw, I could see that you and Will were around equal footing.

Darius: ...Ho-oh?

Kate: And I was thinking if there’s no gap in ability, you can only really leave the rest to luck or how strong one’s desire is to win——

William: ...

Kate: But even in luck and desire to win, I felt you two were on equal footing for those as well.

K: So, I took a bet that it would end in a tie, and I prepared two prizes.

Darius: And what were you going to do if it hadn’t ended in a tie?

Kate: Were that to happen, of course the second lemonade would be for me!

William: Ahaha, that is very much like you, little robin.

W: I will graciously take the lemonade then. Here’s to the little robin who has won the bet, cheers.

Darius: I see you have a strong hand in these games as well. Thank you, and cheers.

Seeing the two drinking the lemonade, enjoying it, my cheeks became more lax.

——At that moment.

Something bumped into my back then.

Slightly dirty boy: Be careful where you’re walking!

The boy turned back briefly to spit out those words before quickly leaving.

Kate: S-sorry, you too! Be care——

William: Let’s chase after him.

Kate: Huh?

William and Darius had already begun running after him, and in the next beat I followed after them.

Darius: Miss fairytale keeper, was anything stolen from you, by any chance?

The boy’s back appeared and disappeared among the throng of people, and while chasing after him I checked my pockets, and——

Kate: ! It’s not here!

The present that I had gotten for him was gone.

I paled in realization, and Will, seeing this, whispered in a calm voice.

William: So I see you do hold it. He may be a child with connections to that organization.

W: ——That which is stolen is bound to return to its rightful owner.

Kate: R-right, anyway, let’s get him!

Darius: Hehe, this is just like Fangen.

D: ——Except that the child’s the one who is ‘it,’ I suppose.

The boy skillfully maneuvered his way through, slipping through the small gaps between the crowd of people and wagons.

And I could recognize the route he was taking, so——

Kate: I’ll go around from here to cut him off!

I separated myself from the crowd to block off the path of the boy, who had come out from under a wagon.

Kate: Stop right there!

The boy seemed startled before changing directions, but there...

William: As expected of our little robin.

This time, surprised by Will, he once again changed directions...

...only to run into Darius.

Darius: Seems like it’s your loss. Ah, and over there is the little miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: There’s no use running now!

Now surrounded in three different directions, the boy panicked.

Slightly dirty boy: ...gh, take this!

The boy took a basket adjacent to him and knocked it over.

The plums that were originally stacked like a mountain scattered all across the street, hindering our path.

Kate: Awawa!?

I caught the basket that had fallen with the plums a moment later.

William: Ahh, could you hold it like that, Kate?

Will deftly picked up the plums one after the other, throwing them into the basket I was holding.

Darius: Could you hold the basket toward me as well, miss fairytale keeper?

Darius, too, picked plums up in a carefree manner before tossing them into the basket, not a single one falling back to the ground.

(Wow, these two are really good...)

In that time, the boy had ran into a side street with agile movements.

Kate: Ah, that path——

After the plums were all back in the basket, we continued our chase once again, and as my memory served, we were nearing a place where the path diverged.

Kate: From a distance, it looks like a straight path.

William: So I see. The boy thought to use this to try and deceive our eyes.

Darius: And had you not told us, miss fairytale keeper, we may have very well just gone straight without a drop of hesitation.

D: ——That said, it is also very possible that, on the flip side, he did actually go straight.

William: The boy is also watching the little robin’s movements, after all.

Darius: Then how about we split into two teams here?

William: Indeed. Then you and I can each tackle a path. Which leaves our little robin.

Darius: ——Miss fairytale keeper.

Both of them turned toward me at the same time, and I gave my answer...

to be continued…

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pigeonpeach · 9 months

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Be my muse

Chiori x fem oni reader

Summary: Chiori is trying to court her big oni friend but they’re too insecure to realize it.

A/n: I’ll be doing more fem oni x character series simply because its fun. But if there’s a certain character you’d like then let me know

“Hmm… maybe this blue would match your horns better.” Chiori, the renowned stylist in Inazuma had you stood on a pedestal standing straight as she threw at you a variety of kimonos and yukatas to wear. As a blue oni you weren’t accustomed to human society to well. Fashion isn’t really a big deal to Oni kind.. like at all… in fact most oni’s only wear thick and concealing garments in the winter. Most walk around with their chests exposed. As a blue oni you were also used to the scrutiny that you faced. Being considered a monster, a demon. All sorts of names.

Yet when you ran into Chiori one day while you were collecting lavender melons she seemed not to even consider you any different to herself. Even if you did tower over her, she showed zero fear. You couldn’t help but admire her as she would visit your hut in the wilderness on Narukami Island frequently. She was curious about your culture and your family but also your style. Turns out she HATED your pratical and unfashionable wardrobe and sought to make something better. According to her it is a crime that you decorate yourself with such hideous clothes. You foolishly challenged her to make something better than.

That’s thing about Chiori, she loves a challenge. Chiori loves to go outside the normal kimono patterns and flowing fabrics. She loves to experiment and draw inspiration from all over teyvat. So when you challenged her to make a outfit suited both for the life of a mercenary and a oni that still fits her stands of beautiful she saw a golden opportunity. You didn’t even have to pay a cent, but you did become her mannequin for the next few months.

“Look, Chiori I didn’t think you would take that joke so seriously.” You said as she placed yet another mock up on you. “I’m worried… shouldn’t you be making prettier dresses for your store?”

“You know its not like I’m wasting time. I’m still balancing my normal workload. Infact this is good because the more variety I can have the more attention I’ll bring.” She responds, not even looking up as she sews a piece to the slev

“I don’t think people look at mercenaries and wonder where they got their clothes.”

“They would if more mercenaries didn’t dress so hideously.” She remarks.

“Well..-“

“Don’t give me that practicality argument I’ve hear it all before. I’ve offered you a job as my assistant to which is significantly less dangerous.”

“My job isn’t that dangerous. I can handle the treasure hoarders and hilichurls with ease.”

“I don’t want you too though.” She says, you sense something different with her tone as she stitches a hole she spotted shut. Her hands moving the string as a spider weaves its web. It appears you’re too entangled in her strings to leave so easily now.

“I-I appreciate that.” You say. “But being your assistant would be difficult. I can’t travel with you..” you frown as you remember how she mentioned how she wanted to leave inazuma. You cannot however, being a Oni you were far removed from society especially In it’s paperwork. You have no travel papers or birth certificate because you born in a clan of Onis who saw no reason for such documents, your birth wasn’t officially registered with the Inazuma government as many others were. Which means you can’t legally travel outside of Inazuma. That’s what the lady in Ritou said at least.

“I’d stay if you wanted me too.” She said, her hands stopped their work as she looked up at you with a look that made you melt. “You’re beautiful you know, beyond your pretty face and soft hair… you’re far from what they say about you. You’re not a brute, you’re not even cruel, you have the biggest heart I’ve seen.” You can’t help but blush. She’s rarely as sweet as she is now.

“I don’t want to hold you back. You deserve to see the world, and I don’t want you to be stuck here.”

“If you could… would you go with me?” She asks. You pause. Leaving Inazuma would be a privilege. You only heard tales of the other nations and what it was like. You only saw a few trinkets from the other nations. What would it be like to feel the wind in Mondstadt, or to go swimming in Fontaine, supposedly you could breathe underwater. You’ve heard endless praise of the dishes in Liyue from the merchants you helped to escort. You even got to try one and you found they weren’t exaggerating. Perhaps you just never allowed yourself to dream of actually going there because you doubted that would ever be real.

“I would love to.” You say. “To explore the world with you would be a pleasure.”

Silence falls between you as you tense up. Did that freak her out? You weren’t sure if she was into you or not. Oni customs are quite different. You had read about human customs sure but you still couldn’t tell. She pulls away gesturing for you to spin around. You do.

“That Lady in Ritou.. she’s the one who told you that you couldn’t leave right?” She asked. You felt concerned, It wasn’t unlike Chiori to be a bit vindictive if she felt upset at someone.

“Yes, what did you do to her?”

“Well I had a word with her, and I found out she was full of it. You can easily file for a birth certificate as long as your parents come with you to testify its correct. It just costs a bit of mora.” She says going back to sewing.

“Yes I’m aware of that too. Its why I started my Mercenary career.”

“I could pay for it… save your money for the ticket out of here. Those government officals love to overcharge. Someone like you seems easy to fool. You’re too kind to them.”

“To be fair I have to be. If I’m even slightly mean or angry they act like I’m going on a rampage. My behaviors don’t just affect how they perceive me, but my entire species. I have to be calm otherwise they won’t even give me a chance.” You lament.

“I’ll be mean then, you know I have a bite to me. They can’t say anything if its me pushing on your behalf.” She says with a mischievous smile.

“But it could ruin your reputation.” You say

“With who? I could care less what they think of me. Those kind of people aren’t worth a cent of my time anyways.” She say’s confidently. “People don’t ask. Fashion designer to be their friend they ask a fashion designer to make them look good infront of their friends.” You smile as she again shuts down your worries about her. You’re not used to this. You’re used to fighting and arguing just to prove you have heart. You’re used to beans being tossed and always having to give a second chance when they realize they were wrong. You try to be understanding, you try to be otherwise you’ll be seen as unreasonable. But Chiori isn’t like that. She once kicked out a customer because they screamed at you throwing beans when you were just bringing her textiles in. She yelled at how disrespectful they were to her staff and that they wouldn’t ever be welcomed in her shop.

“Hey. Stop overthinking.” She smacked your face guiding you to look down. In your thoughts she moved to your front to start tying your custom obi.

“I’m not overthinking this time actually… i was just thinking about something.”

“If anyone in the outside world is threatened by you I’ll correct their assumptions. You really need to let me help you here.”

“Actually… i was just thinking about you…” you say, her eyes widen slightly, a rare sight as her confident frown is replaced with confusion. “You… thank you Chiori… I-I’m just..not used to someone like yourself…” you smile as she shakes her head briefly before regaining her composure.

“Its really not that big of a deal. Now, tell me.. did I surpass your expectations?” She says moving out of the way so you can see your new outfit in the mirror. You smile, not because its the most beautiful you’ve ever felt for a woman your size, but because she looks at you like you are one. Your confidence is boosted by the clear pride she exhibits in it.

“Even better than I could’ve imagined.” You say. She raises her head in pride.

“Well good, I can get started on the others now.”

“Wait what?”

“Well, you don’t expect to travel teyvat with only one fancy garment do you?”

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tgandc · 2 years

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things i’ve learned in 14 years of ed life and need to remind myself every once and awhile: (really it’s been almost 18, but the most severe years were between the ages of 14-28)

1. don’t set a date to lose weight by. you’ll sabotage yourself. instead, set a goal weight, and a plan to meet that goal, and give yourself time to meet it.

2. don’t punish yourself for slipping and eating. you’re human. you need food to survive. you’re starving yourself. you’re going to break your fast one day. or “forget” you’re restricting one day because you saw something that looked sooo damn good and you ate it without even realizing. you’re going to go over your calorie limit once and awhile. you’re going to binge. it’s inevitable.

3. learn how to curb the binges. just cause you start, doesn’t mean it’s too late to stop. if you eat 100 calories, don’t turn it into 1000. you can burn off the extra 100-500cals way easier than 5000.

4. learn your triggers. avoid them.

5. just exercising doesn’t work well. just starving yourself doesn’t work well. you need to restrict AND work out. seriously. the results are in and i just lost 35lbs in 3 months. like my drs MA that weighed me saw the red line and exclamation mark that i’d lost 20% of my body weight in 3 months and she flipped out. my weight loss has slowed a little the last 2-3 weeks and it’s 100% because i stopped exercising as much when school started. i usually walk 3 miles every morning on the track after i drop my son off at daycare. it’s my lifeline. if i don’t walk the track every morning now i get super pissy, shit gets bad, and i either gain weight or plateau. restricting and working out work wayyyy better if you do them together.

6. drink water! i know everyone says this. but everyone says this for a reason. it keeps your tummy full so you eat less food, it helps flush everything out, it helps keep your digestive system running, it helps keep your face clear, it helps keep the headaches down, it helps you lose weight… water is just super good for you and you should drink it. but don’t drink too much. if you dilute your body too much, you can kill yourself. literally. if you drink too much water (e.g. 2-3 gallons in under an hour) you’ll die. so don’t drink that much. but, ya know… a gallon, or a gallon and a half spread out over a day is good.

7. allow yourself a treat every once and awhile. not a binge. not an unhealthy treat. it doesn’t even have to be a food treat. but give in once and awhile. get your nails done, take a fun class, make something, draw something, have an ice cream cone. do give yourself the opportunity to indulge in something. or else you become bitter and resentful.

8. once a week, up your calories by at least 200-500. it’ll kickstart your metabolism and you’ll lose weight faster. just don’t keep up the higher calorie count for more than ONE DAY or you’ll start gaining again. but one of those days every couple weeks is great to avoid a plateau.

9. when your clothes start getting really baggy, buy a smaller size. there’s nothing quite as rewarding as going from a large to a small. i just made the switch a few weeks ago and it’s amazing.

10. feel your b0ne3. rub your hands over your r1b3, your h1pb0n3s, your c0llarb0n3s look at your thigh gap.. get on tumblr, look at th1nsp0, it’ll keep you motivated.

11. take lots of pictures. it’s great to look back and see the progression from fat and gross to being skinny and beautiful 🥰

12. stay safe ♥️

all pics in this post are me ☺️

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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Hallmark!Series Part Six: Compromise: Mike Duarte x Reader

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Hallmark (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe watches you fall in love with another man.

Be With Me (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe tells you how he feels.

Placeholder (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike fears he’s a placeholder.

Think About It (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe recalls what happened the night of Fin's engagement party.

Positive - Mike finds out about what happened between you and Joe.

You’re five months pregnant when Mike next lays eyes on you. You look radiant, your skin is glowing, and you have a small baby bump that your palm rests on as you order a decaf tea from the coffee kiosk by the courthouse. It’s a sign that you’re taking your pregnancy seriously because he’s never known you to drink a decaf anything.

“Let me get that.” Mike says handing over a folded bill after he submits his own order.

He’s coming off an overnight stakeout, running on fumes. There’s a bail hearing you’re both attending in an hour, and he hasn’t had time to run home. He wished he’d at least taken the time to shave before travelling over to Manhattan.

“Can we talk?” He asks you, handing you your drink before gesturing towards the bench opposite the kiosk.

“You did buy me a drink, so I figure I owe you a couple of minutes.” You say with a small smile.

You take a seat alongside of Mike, your hip bumping lightly against his. You miss being in his proximity, the security that comes with being in his presence. You miss him. His smile, his laugh, the way he used to touch you like you were the most precious thing in his world.

“How’s the baby?” He asks you, his thumb playing over the lid of his takeaway cup.

“She is happy and healthy.” You say placing a hand upon your bump. “She’s started kicking recently so that’s fun at three in the morning.”

“You’re having a girl.” Mike says, his lips pursed together into a firm line. “Velasco must be happy.”

“He is and he isn’t.” You say softly, you palm smoothing over your stomach. “I think he thought that once you were out of the picture we’d get together and play happy families…”

“It didn’t work out that way?” Mike asks, taking a sip from his coffee.

“I don’t love him.” You say, cradling your drink to your chest. “Not the way he wants me too. We’ve decided to co-parent instead.”

“How is that going to work?” Mike says, his thumb skimming over the ridges of the cardboard cup.

“We’re still figuring things out.” You tell Mike, with a sigh. “He wants to be involved as much as possible and he has a right to that.”

“But…” Mike prompts because this man knows you better than anyone else, he can sense there’s something else, it sits just bennet the surface of the conversation.

“I draw the line at letting him move in when the baby comes.” You tell Mike. “He read on a website it’s the best thing to do if both parents are amicable.”

Mike laughs bitterly, tilting his head up towards the sky.

“Of course, he did.”

“He’s not wrong.” You explain. “It is recommended for the first few months so that the father has the same opportunity to bond with the baby. I just didn’t envision that I’d end up with a baby and a roommate.”

There’s silence between the two of you before Mike swallows hard against the ache in his chest.

“We really fucked things up, didn’t we?” He says with a mirthless smile.

“No, I did.” You correct him, popping the plastic lid off your cup. “I was insecure, I heard a rumour you were seeing someone else; I should have come to you about it, I was going to, but you got that call out…”

It’s not an excuse, you know it isn’t. You had been hurt at the time because you’d thought things between the two of you were getting serious, only to find out he was supposedly fucking someone else. Then Joe had looked into your eyes, someone who wanted you unconditionally and you’d ended up fucking him in the bathroom, conceiving his baby.

“You know it’s been three months, and I still can’t get you out of my head.” Mike says quietly, toying with his empty cup. “I still love you, I’m still in love with you…I know it’s complicated, that I told you I didn’t want children but she’s your daughter, she’s a part of you and I know if we decide to give this another shot, I will love her like she’s my own.”

“What about Joe?” You ask him, tilting your head so that you can study the profile of his face. “He’s her father, he’s going to be in our lives. If you want us to move forward, you need to get on board with that. I can’t have any animosity around the baby, she’ll pick up on it.”

“I will find a way to make peace.” Mike says, his voice tight because when he thinks about Velasco’s hands on you, he still wants to murder the other man.

“It’s going to be a lot of compromising and it’s not just us anymore. Are you sure this is what you want?” You ask him softly.

Mike reaches over and takes your hand. His thumb traces over your ring finger and he smiles to himself because this isn’t the way he saw the relationship going but the two of you are anything but conventional.

“I love you.” He tells you. “It doesn’t get much simpler than that.”

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putellas11 · 2 years

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A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for ages! Since I really haven’t had anytime to write (and probably won’t for a little while longer) I figured I’d release this hot mess in the meantime. I hope I’ll be able to come back in full force soon! Hope you enjoy!

Revenge is Sweet (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

You wake up to ice-cold water being poured all over you.

“What the fuck!?”

Gasping and shivering from the cold, you glare through blurry vision at the woman towering over you with a bucket in her hand.

Alexia.

She’s the last person you wanted to see, and a sense of impending doom begins to creep in at the inevitable lecture that awaits you.

“Seriously? Again?” Her tone, posture, and expression all reflect a deep sense of disappointment and genuine anger.

Anyone else would cower under her glare, but not you. Alexia implied it with her words— this is not the first time this has happened, so you know what to expect. She’ll lecture you about responsibility and commitment to the team, and you’ll nod your head pretending to listen, but really, you’ll just be focused on not throwing up all over her shoes.

“Hey, at least I’m not late to training this time,” you argue, slowly lifting yourself from the wet floor, droplets of water splashing down with your every movement.

“On time but you’re fucking drunk!”

Her voice rings out in your ears and you can’t help but flinch. If you lacked any common sense you’d ask her to quiet down, but you know better.

“I’m hungover, actually. There’s a difference.” You point out, but with little to no conviction in your words.

It’s not just that you have no strength to plead your case, you also don’t care enough to do so. It’s always the same argument with Alexia and it never fails to end the same way, so you don’t see the point in engaging in the usual back and forth. The sooner you can get her to go away, the better.

“I’m so sick and tired of covering for you,” she says, hands on her waist and that annoying look of disapproval in her eyes she has reserved just for you.

“Ok, so stop. It’s not like I ever asked you to anyway.” You’re growing more and more frustrated by the minute, feeling suffocated by the wet clothes sticking to your body.

Alexia may be the captain of the team, but her threats matter very little when you have Jona wrapped around your finger. As long as you keep on producing results on the field, he’ll continue to turn a blind eye to whatever you do off it. Alexia, of course, is not happy with this little agreement you have with the manager.

“I’m being serious! What you’re doing is wrong and it’s setting a horrible example for the others. Por dios, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. This behavior is going to bite you in the ass, and when that happens, I won’t stand in the way.”

You try so hard to not roll your eyes but you’re sick and tired of all the lectures and threats. “Oh, that doesn’t surprise me one bit, babe. Let’s not pretend like you haven’t wanted me off this team from the moment I got here.”

Alexia takes a step back, surprised by what you said. “That’s not true.”

“Bullshit,” you counter, not afraid to call her out. “You’ve done nothing but give me a hard time, and for what? Because I like to go out with my friends? Jona doesn’t care and that’s all that matters. So, with all due respect, reina...,” you draw out the title you know she’s not too fond of, “either take it up with the big man or fuck off and leave me alone.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now.

With her hands in tight fists by her side, Alexia takes a deep breath to regain control of her emotions. “Get changed, eat something, and get your act together before everyone else gets here.” Spoken through clenched teeth, her words are edged with anger.

“Yeah, yeah” you dismiss her, waving her away as she stomps out of the locker room.

The second Alexia is out of sight, you run to the nearest trash can and throw up all the fun you had last night.

“Fuck me, this is not going to be fun.”

Once you take your second shower of the day— thanks to Alexia, and get something in your stomach, you start to feel somewhat human again. There’s still someone inside your head going crazy with a jackhammer, but you’re confident you can push through it. After all, this isn’t your first rodeo.

Every once in a while, you have trouble saying no to a good party. Sometimes the party just so happens to fall on the night before a training session, and it is what it is.

Life is too short to make it all about football.

Alexia, on the other hand, can’t seem to wrap her head around that. The nagging is never-ending, the lectures make you want to slam your head against the wall, and her ‘better than you’ attitude has you wishing you never signed with Barça in the first place. If it was not for the fact that you’re playing the best football of your career, your agent would already be in contact with another club.

Under the blistering Barcelona sun, the team is huddled up in a circle listening to Jona’s instructions on the training session. Unfortunately, the pounding inside your head has only gotten worse which makes it difficult to pay attention to anything that is being said. All you want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a week and a few days.

“You look like shit,” Mapi whispers in your ear rather matter-of-factly.

“Really? Because I feel fantastic.” Sarcasm drips from your lips and Mapi has to suppress her laughter in order to not draw any attention to the two of you.

Jona blows the whistle and you can only send a little prayer that he’ll take it easy on you today.

Alexia, however, seems to have other plans. Today of all days, she has decided to train with an unusual intensity. Your prayer clearly not answered as Alexia demands that very same intensity from the rest of her teammates, and especially from you. On the surface, it seems that all she wants is for the team to work hard, but deep down, you know this is nothing but a ploy so she can make you suffer.

Despite your current state, you’re determined to refuse her the satisfaction of seeing you on your knees, defeated. When she screams at you to run faster, you run faster. When she tackles you again and again, you make it a point to not stay down for too long. You do all of this through gritted teeth and a body screaming and begging for it all to stop.

The training session ends with free kick practice and your first attempt goes over the crossbar.

This gives Alexia a brilliant idea.

“For every shot missed, you’ll have to run the length of the pitch and back,” she commands, a smug smile on her lips.

You can feel everyone's eyes on you and this only makes your blood boil. It’s clear that you’re on the verge of passing out but no one dares to go up against Alexia and you can’t exactly blame them. She has the respect of everyone in on the team, coaching staff included, of course no one comes to your aid.

So, you have no choice but to run. Something you have done a million times before is now nearly impossible to accomplish. When you make it back, your vision is blurry and it’s a struggle to catch your breath— factors that only make it all that more difficult to get the ball in the net.

It’s no surprise when you miss.

“Again!”

With your hands on your knees, you shoot daggers at Alexia, hoping to convey with your eyes all the words you can’t say out loud. In return, she challenges you to speak up— her expression daring you to admit defeat so your punishment can come to an end and she can claim her victory.

The desire to prove her wrong outweighs your need for rest. Even with your heart aching in your chest, you manage to touch the goal post on the other end of the pitch but this time, barely manage make it back.

Black dots start to infiltrate your vision and you’re not sure you have any fight left in you. A free kick drill has now become a matter of life and death.

“Come on, you got this!”

Surprisingly, Claudia is the one who dares to speak up but she quickly has to hide behind Patri when Alexia shoots a deadly glare in her direction.

Pina’s interruption earns you a few more seconds and that makes it possible for you to get one good breath in. Her words of encouragement settle in your mind and feed your confidence.

You take three steps back and one to the side— as is your custom. A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead and its path leads dangerously close to your eye but you pay it no mind.

The moment you make contact with the ball you know it’s perfect. It’s the right amount of power and curve, making it drop under the crossbar just in time and into the back of the net.

Everyone seems to breathe out a sigh of relief with Alexia being the only exception. There’s so much you want to say but you know it’s not the right time nor place.

One thing is for certain; your revenge will be sweet.

Alexia leads the team to the locker room but you decide it’s best to stay behind. There’s a rage building up inside of you that needs to be controlled. So, you seek out a little bit of shade and take some time to calm yourself down before you do or say something that will surely get you in a lot of trouble, but you certainly won’t regret.

“You look like shit” Jona’s voice disrupts your thoughts. The young manager kneels by your side and offers you a bottle of water.

“So I’ve been told.”

Aware of your difficult relationship with Alexia, Jona has had to assume the role of peacemaker more than once. While he has often come to your defense when you’ve needed him the most, there have been times he has had to take a step back and allow you to feel the full extent of Alexia’s wrath.

“You deserved it this time, you know,” he says, and you have no strength to argue.

“I deserved to be punished yes, but that little stunt was so much more than that.”

It was one thing for Alexia to punish you for showing up hungover to practice, but it was another thing entirely to intentionally embarrass you in front of the entire team.

All you can think about is revenge.

______

A few weeks have passed since your altercation with Alexia and since then, the two of you have not said more than two sentences to each other off the pitch.

On the pitch it’s a slightly different matter. Despite what Alexia might think, you know how to be a professional. When the whistle is blown, you’re able to put all your anger to the side and follow your captain's orders without a second thought. Once the 90 minutes are over, however, you don’t bother to give her a second glance.

Since you haven’t been in the greatest of moods lately, the plan was to stay in and have a quiet night in, but your friends don’t really believe in such a thing. All it took was one text for your night to take a very different turn.

📲: Otto Zutz tonight 😈

A favorite among your friends, Otto Zutz never disappoints. You’re no stranger to the club so you feel right at home surrounded by the steel pillars and cement walls.

One drink turns into two and you don’t bother to keep count after five. Under the influence of alcohol and of your mischievous friends, you ordered a bottle of Cristal only to shake it vigorously and spray it down to everyone on the dance floor. The huge roar that reverberated around the club was music to your ears.

The crowd below demands your attention so you make your way to them. The space is clouded with artificial smoke and fog, strobe lights flashing in sync with the music. You mix into the crowd and become one of many the bodies on the dance floor controlled by the onslaught of drumbeats.

It’s all going to perfection— until you spot her in the crowd. All the alcohol you have consumed has blurred your vision and the lighting in the club certainty doesn’t help, but you’re certain it’s her.

“Alexia,” you say to yourself.

You should turn away from her and ensure your night ends on a high, yet, you can’t fight the urge to talk to her. Somehow you manage to get through the sea of bodies in your way but now with her back to you, Alexia doesn’t see you approach her.

“What are you doing here, Putellas?,” your voice slurred, a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

When she turns around, you have to take a step back.

“Alba?”

Definitely not Alexia.

The sisters share a few similarities, but you have always been able to tell them apart. It’s a mistake you can only blame on the alcohol coursing through your veins.

“Well, look who we have here,” Alba, who has clearly had just as much to drink as you, pulls you in for a tight embrace and her hands waste no time settling on your lower back.

Unlike Alexia, Alba has always been particularly fond of you. It was innocent at first with just the occasional DM on Instagram, but it eventually progressed to lingering touches and suggestive whispers behind Alexia’s back. You haven’t dared to take it any further, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t entertained the possibility.

Just the idea of you and Alba getting together would be enough to drive Alexia crazy. If that idea were to ever become a reality…

With a hand on Alba’s waist, you lean in so she can hear you over the music, “dance with me.”

Her nails dig in ever so slightly into your back and her lips brush against your ear, giving you all the confirmation you need.

Revenge is sweet. ______

Spirits are high inside the locker room. The team is feeling extremely confident after a streak of great results, so there’s laughter and a lot of teasing as you get ready for training.

It’s the calm before the storm.

There’s a very notable absence in the locker room. Alexia, who is usually one of the very first to arrive, is nowhere to be seen.

Alba texted you last night to give you a heads up that Alexia had somehow found out about the two of you planning on going out on a date, and according to Alba, Alexia was not at all pleased with the idea. This, of course, didn’t surprise you. In fact, it’s what you wanted all along.

There is no doubt in your mind that going on a date with Alba is a horrible idea. You know it can only bring you trouble, but you still haven’t quite gotten over Alexia’s so called punishment. Not only that, it’s how much she seemed to enjoy watching you run back and forth, fighting for your life. For you, that moment was a declaration of war and as they say, all is fair in love and war.

The impact of the door crashing against the wall startles everyone in the locker room. The door closes itself with force behind Alexia as she zeros in on you. Her face a ferocious red, eyes burning with rage.

You love it.

Alexia marches in your direction, takes the cleats from your hands and throws them against the wall. “Stay the hell away from Alba!”

Everyone around you is frozen in shock at the scene that’s unfolding before their very eyes. It reminds you of the previous clash with Alexia, but this time, you have the upper hand.

“I don’t think Alba would like that very much,” you say, tilting your head slightly to the side with an arrogant smirk.

“My sister is off limits!”

You scoff at her words. “Alba is allowed to date whoever she wants,” you say, keeping your eyes on Alexia, “isn’t that right, Mapi?”

Mapi, completely taken off guard, immediately puts her hands up in defense, “I’m innocent in all of this.”

The fire in Alexia’s eyes continues to burn bright but you refuse to look away and you refuse to back down.

“Everyone out!”

Like loyal soldiers, everyone in the locker room packs up what they need and practically run out of the locker room. You get a few looks from some of your teammates on their way out, almost as they want to get their last look good look of you alive and breathing before Alexia gets her hands on you.

“I don’t think you understand how pissed off I am right now,” she says, her jaw set.

“Oh, believe me, babe. I understand.”

A wave of recognition crashes over her, and Alexia finally understands that all of this is just your way of getting revenge. “You’re doing this on purpose,” she breathes out, and she almost can’t believe her own words. “You’re seriously using my sister to get back at me?”

A shrug of the shoulders is all you give her as a response.

Alexia runs her fingers through her hair in frustration and begins to pace the room. You watch in amusement as she covers her face with her hands and lets out a muffled groan born out of frustration.

“You know training is about to start, right?”

Alexia stops in her tracks and finally looks at you, “what do I have to do?” she asks.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “what the hell are you talking about?”

Alexia takes a step closer and you notice the rage in her eyes has been replaced with icy determination. “Tell me what I have to do for you not to go on that date with Alba,” there’s a slight hesitation before she says, “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Alexia nods once and for a brief moment, her expression falters revealing her fear of you actually taking her up on her offer.

You’re overwhelmed by the possibilities, but one thing is for certain, you want to keep this going for as long as possible.

“Fine,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. “If I can’t go out with Alba…” you take a pause, building up the anticipation much to Alexia’s displeasure, “...you’ll have to do.”

“What?”

“You heard me. If I can’t go out with Alba, you’ll have to go out with me instead.”

Alexia’s eyes open wide, her lips parted in disbelief. This is the first time you see her truly vulnerable and you have to fight the grin threatening to spread across your face.

“No, no, y-you can’t be serious,” she stutters, forcing herself to take a step back.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” you say, “but, you can always so no and I can just go out with Alba.”

This is a win-win situation for you and Alexia knows it. There’s no getting out of this one, so it’s all a matter of how far she’s willing to go to ensure you stay away from her sister.

“Ok,” she says, “I’ll do it,” her words spoken so softly you can barely hear her.

“I’m gonna need you to speak up.”

Alexia takes in a deep breath, draws her shoulders back, and looks you dead in the eye. “Fine, I will go out with you,” she finally says, and this time you can hear her just fine. “But, Alba can never know about this.”

You expected her to put up more of a fight, but it seems she’s desperate to make sure you stay as far away as possible from Alba. If it were anybody else you’d be offended, but you don’t care much about Alexia’s opinion of you.

Your smile makes her eye twitch, her jaw clenched so tight that it’s a little concerning. Still, Alexia stands her ground and accepts her fate.

“Well, that’s settled then,” you say, closing the distance Alexia created.

There’s a pause. You scan her features, watching the subtle signs of tension around the corners of her mouth. When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, an unexpected shiver runs down your spine.

“You’re all mine.”

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Part 2

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

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harmlessghosty · 8 months

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Leander + MC ->Coffee shop AU x fake dating (Leander's suggestion)?

Hi there~! I did my best, but I made this a little bit of a Valentine’s Day idea as well. I hope it’s fun to read!

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“This is bullshit. All for a free pastry and a half-price coffee?” you ask with a snarl. “You have the balls to buy drinks for everyone in the bar, but you draw the line at spending on a fresh-baked croissant?”

Leander laughs and leans forward onto the small cafe table, his eyes glimmering with heavy interest. “It’s a deal for couples,” he explains, “for Valentine’s Day. In addition, I see you’re enjoying your latte much quicker than I’m eating the pastry.”

You roll your eyes and stare down at your empty mug. Of course you enjoyed the coffee; caffeine was just about the only thing that got you through your busy day most of the time. Plus, with Leander offering to pay for it, you really couldn’t pass up an afternoon at a nice cafe, even if that meant pretending to be a couple for a discount.

“Come now. Is it really so difficult to treat me like your partner?” he asks with a pout in a low voice so that no one could overhear. After all, if the server caught onto your ruse, the deal might have been voided…though you weren’t sure how they could tell. Maybe it was obvious. “This could be a wonderful date if you allowed it to be.”

“We’re not dating,” you hiss back, checking around you for a sign of someone standing a bit too close. “I’m only doing this for the cheap lunch.”

He leans back in his chair, his broad chest on display, making him look larger and stronger than he normally did. For a moment, you found yourself staring at the expanse of muscles in front of you before catching yourself and turning back to your empty latte. Ridiculous that such a guy could do little more than stick out his chest and hypnotize you. If anything, your admiration of his body made you look more like a real couple.

Noticing your sudden shyness, he stretches his arms high over his head. “I suppose we could tell the server if you’re truly uncomfortable,” he offers, shooting you a smirk. “We should be honest, shouldn’t we? You don’t seem like the type to lie.”

“Shut up. I’d rather not spend as much money on us.”

He reaches his arms across the table, placing his hands upward on the fake wood. “Take them,” he says, wiggling his fingers in invitation. “They’re warm, and the temperature is quite cold in here.”

You look down at his large hands and think. Sure, you’re acting like a couple, but do you really have to…?

Then again, it certainly was cold in the cafe, so what did it matter? And you were close enough friends that surely you weren’t scared of a little hand-holding in public, right? What were you—chicken?

Sighing, feeling a heat ride up your neck, you place your hands into Leander’s palms. Immediately, he grasps them in a firm grip, almost as though he’s frightened you’ll let him go. The cafe seems much busier than it was when you first entered, with people pressing close to your seats as they wait for their orders. After a moment, he tugs your hands closer to the center of the table, forcing you to scoot your chair in further. Underneath, your shoes accidentally step on his boots, which makes you jump and gasp.

In response, Leander smiles and pushes his feet closer, linking his ankle to yours. “You’re that kind of date, hm?” he teases. “It’s not something I expected, but I appreciate how forward you are.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” you mumble, staring once again at your drink. Could the server be any slower with the bill? You had to get out of that coffee shop before…

Well, before this fake date turned into something a little more real.

He squeezes your hands again before releasing one. It lifts to your chin, where he tilts up your head. His eyes, dark-lined and mysterious, flit with a seriousness you’re not used to seeing. “Hey,” he says, voice so quiet that you have to follow his pull forward in order to hear him. “I enjoy the time I’m spending with you. There’s a reason I invited you rather than anyone else.”

You find yourself nodding, though you’re not quite sure you understand.

He pinches your chin to ensure your attention is entirely on him, as though it wasn’t already. “I wanted you here for my Valentine’s date,” he says. “Accept it. I didn’t plan on letting you go hungry on a day like this.”

“I wouldn’t have gone hungry. I can take care of myself,” you counter, though the bite in your voice is practically nonexistent.

“At the very least, it’s nice to do something good for another person,” Leander replies, his genuine smile lighting the room enough that a customer or two seems to turn in your direction. “I pride myself on my work, and you’re important to me. If this isn’t going to be a real date, then at least allow me to pay your share.”

You let yourself smile without holding back. Though Leander seems to invite everyone out in a steady rotation of partners, somehow you feel…special. Maybe this really is something serious, or maybe it’s a ruse, but for now, it’s something that you appreciate from a friend.

“Fine,” you respond, taking hold of the hand beneath your chin and patting it gently. He blushes at the touch. “Only because you’re handsome though.”

“Bold, hearing that from you. I’ll treasure those words for the rest of my life.”

“Stop that,” you say, rolling your eyes but appreciating the idea that he might really hold onto your words for some time. The idea makes your heart skip a beat.

He lets go of you entirely, aside from the hold of his ankles around yours as he takes a bite of his pastry. Somehow the touch beneath the table feels even more intimate than the hand holding. “Someday,” he says with a flirty smile, “we can meet to get to know each other better in a place quieter than this.”

“I’d like that,” you reply before you think it through. Settling with the romantic moment, you sigh out your exasperation. “That would be nice, Leander. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. It would be my honor.”

And his grin is so sparkling that you can’t help but let the butterflies flutter through your stomach.

#i need to work on Leander’s voice but i’ll get there!#leander #touchstarved leander #ghostywrites #ghosty’s asks #touchstarved game #x reader

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wondershopett · 4 months

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MASTERPOST

this blog is where i just reblog things and rant and talk to people and whatnot. go to @wonderiswondering to send requests and ask me about my stuff!

pls read my pronouns page btw

also here’s my sona

ABOUT ME

hi, i’m wonder. you can refer to me using any pronouns (like i seriously don’t care) but if you’re really not sure you can just use he/him idrc. i like drawing and writing and playing silly games. i’m also a minor!!! i also really like it when i get asks please send an ask i’ll do anything🙏🙏🙏 /np /hj

DNI LIST

proshippers are on very, very thin ice. you can like my posts/reblog my shit or whatever but i’m not looking to befriend you and if you try to befriend me it might be an instant block

nsfw blogs

anyone over like 21 trying to interact with me makes me kind of uncomfortable, and that’s just being generous. i’m not saying that i don’t want to have anything to do with you at all, but i’d rather my friends be minors. just know that one wrong move will lead to being blocked (basically if you act like a creep i’m blocking you, that goes for both minors and adults)

if you ship rottmnt april w/ any of the turtles idrc just don’t bring it up around me because i consider it proship

the basic dni, racists, homophobes, pedophiles etc

other than that you’re good and you should totes be my moot 👍 /hj

FANDOMS

rottmnt (#1 rn)

little nightmares

tadc

villainous

wakfu

at dead of night

centaurworld

and a bunch more that i’ll add eventually

BOUNDARIES/BYF

this is different from the dni list, this is just for when you’re interacting w/ me

please try to be consistent with pronouns when referring to me, because i get confused really easily. i don’t care which ones you use for me (just no neos) but if you want a specific set then refer to me as he/him. it doesn’t make me uncomfortable or anything it’s just kind of annoying but it’s totally fine if you make a mistake now and then

don’t try to convince me to say my age/age range, this happened a couple days ago and it will lead to an instant block. i’m really just not comfortable revealing that kind of stuff. hope u understand

i really don’t care if you make sex jokes, just know when to stop and how far to go, and never let it be anything visual

don’t be rude. that should go without saying but it’ll be an instant block unless you directly apologize. do it again and i’ll be merciless😃

don’t try show me anything nsfw, but it’s more on the sexual side that i’m trying to lean away from. gore is okay at any level

don’t rant/vent to me unless i say you can. it doesn’t bother me too much but i think you’d be better off finding professional help👍

please don’t flirt with me unless we’re friends, and even then, i’d much prefer that you do it jokingly because if you’re being serious then it’s just awkward😭🙏 and don’t even think abt doing that if you’re an adult for obvious reasons

don’t make fun of/make discriminatory comments about other fandoms i’m in or interests i have that you don’t like, just stay silent abt that pls

if we’re friends than i’m totally fine with you being (JOKINGLY) rude to me. me and my bsf insult each other all the time🔥🔥🔥 but on the rare occasion that i tell you to stop, please comply, otherwise i might not talk to you for a while

don’t reach out to me if i’m having a hard time/going on hiatus and i ask for people to not reach out to me. if i don’t explicitly say that though, then feel free idrc (if you’re not sure then ask)

PLEASE tell me if i’m being offensive bc i don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. the people on here are really different from the ppl i know irl and i don’t want anyone to take anything offensive that i say seriously

i recently realized that slurs of any kind make me uncomfortable. please don’t use them around me i really don’t like it

that’s kind of it… i’ll add more when i feel like it

SOCIALS N STUFF

discord: wonderett

c.ai: wonderforsaken

youtube: Wonderett (there’s nothing there because i deleted everything but i’m planning to start fresh again soon!)

pinterest: wondershop711

roblox: wonder (if the link doesn’t work, my username is Cookie_Gamerz101)

artfight: wondershopett

pronouns page: wondershopett

spotify: wonder (i don’t use it i just make playlists there for no reason😋)

that’s the end! this whole thing is totally subject 2 change btw…

#masterpost #masterlist

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izumi-fanclub · 2 years

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A3! Translation: Chikage Utsuki SSR Card “Dear My Moon” [ Twinkle Sign ]

Work pilled up for Chikage while he was busy for the 10th play. How will he handle this?

Part 1

Chikage

…

*Phone buzzes*

Chikage

… Understood. Will keep monitoring.

…

*Phone notification*

Chikage

Tsk, this again… pushing everything on me.

(I’ve been putting both of my jobs on the backlog to focus on the show… it takes time to handle work when it piles up this much.)

(I wonder, is there a way to clear this all up——)

(Hands move faster when you’re actively thinking about it.)

Hisoka

… Welcome back.

Chikage

I’m home. You still on your shift?

Hisoka

We ran out of seasonings at the bar, so I came to the dorm to borrow some.

Chikage

You’re taking your job more seriously than I expected.

Hisoka

… Work got you busy?

Chikage

We don’t have enough manpower. It’s unreasonable but I can’t just disregard it.

Hisoka

… At least do it in the dorm, instead of that room. Everyone else gets worried when you’re not around.

Chikage

Absolutely not. That’s too risky.

Hisoka

… Guess even Chikage can’t do it.

Chikage It’s not a matter of whether it were me or not.

Well, I’ll get this over with as soon as I can.

Part 2

Sakuya

Ah! Almost there! Tsuzuru

I lost again!!

Chikage

(It’s quite lively at this hour…)

Citron

Once more!

Izumi

Oh, welcome home!

Chikage

I’m home. What’s going on?

Masumi

A board game we got from a package from Zahra.

Tsuzuru

We were all playing it while waiting for you to come home.

Sakuya

It’s really fun! How about you join us, Chikage-san?

Chikage

At this hour?

Sakuya

Huh!? What time is it?

Tsuzuru

I didn’t even notice the time.

Itaru

Well, let’s draw the line at this hour.

Chikage

You should. I’ve had some troubles at work, I’m just getting caught up on my backlog now.

Itaru

…

Chikage

What?

Itaru

You’re probably tired.

Chikage

No——.

Izumi

You’ve been coming home late recently.

Tsuzuru

You’ve been busy before, but not to this extent.

Sakuya

Let’s just play the board game on our next off days.

Citron

If we do not sweep soon, Azami will be on our trails!

Masumi

Sleep.

Tsuzuru

Good night.

Chikage

Night.

Sakuya

Night guys!

Chikage

…

Did I look that tired?

Itaru

Nope, if I didn’t say that, everyone would just stay up playing board games.

Chikage

Alright then.

(But I think you just added an extra layer of worry.)

(... Guess I really got no other choice.)

Sakuya

Huh!? Chikage-san isn’t going back to the dormitory for a while?

Izumi

He’s got a lot of work to do. It’s more easy and efficient to binge work while isolated for a couple of days.

Sakuya

So that’s why…

Itaru

He tried to lie at first, saying he was going on a business trip. But I’d find out about it anyway so he told the truth.

It’s unusual for senpai to have this much work to do. He’s at the top of his game at the company.

Tsuzuru

That’s quite something if it’s coming from you, Itaru-san.

Sakuya

Should we bring him some refreshments?

Masumi

If he wants to concentrate by himself, don’t get in the way.

Hisoka

… Hey.

Izumi

Part 3

Chikage

(That’ll be it for today. Now let’s get on with my other work——.)

Itaru

Nice work.

Chikage

… You too.

Itaru

You heading to the conference room?

Chikage

I am… but what are you grinning about? Itaru

You’re seeing things. Have a good one, see you.

Chikage

… I’ll be going.

Hisoka

… Quicker than I thought.

Chikage

You, what are you——.

What’s this?

(Stars and the moon… is this a planetarium?)

Hisoka

… I told everyone in Spring troupe that your room looked bleaked and lonely.

Chikage

So all this is…

Hisoka

… Then I’ll be going. The rest is up to you.

Chikage

Honestly…

(A note?)

Izumi

“Good luck with your work!”

Sakuya

“Let’s play the board game when you get home!”

Tsuzuru

“My brothers got tired of this pretty quickly, I hope this will soothe you.”

Masumi

“Careful not to put your backbone too into. You’ll end up like Tsuzuru, that’s just a pain.”

Citron

“We await your return back home!”

Chikage

… I'm guessing this is a drawing of Earth?

Itaru

“Wanted: photo of senpai working in his fancy room.”

Chikage

There’s no one to take that picture.

Sigh…

(I should rest for a while before work)

Chikage

…

(To think that this room would look like this one day.)

(Quite the drastic change compared to when it was cluttered with bags of marshmallows and cushions.)

(I’ve had my fair share of unfair workload in my life, but I’ve never wanted to get it over with this fast before.)

(I just clear it all up like a robot without thinking much about it.)

(Why am I so desperate now? … I think I can answer that.)

(Because I want to return to my home as soon as possible.)

… I see.

(I thought I’d prefer to be alone since it’ll be less of a hassle, and I’m more comfortable with less stuff.)

(But now, I wanted to return to the everyday hustle and bustle of MANKAI, filled to the brim with things, like this room filled with all sorts of lights.)

…Can’t help but laugh at myself.

*Text notification*

Hisoka

[ Forgot to ask for marshmallows as a reward. Come back soon. ]

Chikage You don’t need to tell me. I’ll return home soon enough.

Story Clear!

#got me in my feelings ngl #a3! translation #a3 translation #a3 card translation #chikage utsuki #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #citron #itaru chigasaki #hisoka mikage

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eliteseven · 3 months

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I just finished Consonance. As Shadowheart herself would say, no notes. It was so lovely and sweet. Thank you for giving us this amazing fic, will there be more to come?

Omg this is seriously too kind!! 🥹 Thank YOU for reading and stopping by! I’m so glad you liked it! It was a lot of fun to write.

Consonance is technically finished (though I have some requests for oneshots in that universe, so I’ll be adding those at some point- like a Tav/Shar confrontation that never made the cut). I have a suggestion box for any specific requests! You can always feel free to request something and if it fits, I’ll try to work it in, or we might just end up discussing it for fun 🥰

Currently: I’m doing a requested prompt as a little warmup to get back into writing, (In which Tav returns from Avernus with Karlach after nearly a year and surprises Shadowheart, since they never made it to the post-game reunion). I'll post it tomorrow after a little proofreading!

If you read my other works- I’m working on finishing “Better Than You Remember” and getting to the other NLS series requests in the queue. Since it’s been like 1000 years since I've posted, here’s a preview: (sorry, Ik it’s not Consonance, but I don’t have anything ready for that just now 😭💀).

Tav always reacts to her touches, even the faintest brush of her lips.

But there is something about the way she closes her eyes that tells Shadowheart that something more is at play here.

Shadowheart does what she does best- she draws the truth from Tav’s lips through touch. She rakes her fingernails lightly across Tav’s stomach under the water. Each little kiss makes Tav’s lashes flutter with pleasure at the sensation, molding into Shadowheart’s touch like soft clay.

Her free hand takes Tav’s chin delicately and tilts it, allowing her better access to her lover’s neck.

She nips once at Tav’s throat, and smirks against Tav’s skin when she hisses in surprise.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were Astarion.” Tav mutters with a little grin and enjoys the way Shadowheart chuckles against her.

“I suppose I do want to feed on you, in a sense.” Shadowheart muses playfully, and pulls a face. “Just…not like that.”

“Be careful what you start. We’re expected in High Hall by nightfall, and your goddess herself can’t pry me away from you, once we’ve begun.”Tav laughs, but yet again- Shadowheart finds she’s not entirely there. “-And I’d hate to make a poor impression as guests of honor, for Wyll’s sake.” She adds, as an afterthought.

Ever since they’ve arrived in Baldur’s Gate, she’s had a particularly tense quality about her, her gaze never fully present.

She decides that a direct approach may be the best option, after all.

“Is that what has you so tense?” Realization dawns across Shadowheart’s face. “...Of course it is, how doltish of me. It’s your first time back in royal court, in this capacity. You’re nervous.” She says it so matter-of-factly, there’s little room for any kind of argument.

Tav sighs. “Perhaps I’m just nervous to be in the presence of such breathtaking company.” She tries, in one final attempt, to steer Shadowheart away from the truth.

She tries, and fails. Shadowheart rolls her eyes at the pathetic attempt. “I’ve little patience for your dodgery, Lady Tavyndír.”

#thank you again!! 🥹💕#I’m finally catching up with writing i swear #consonance fic #nls series #ask #anonymous

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arpmemething2 · 1 year

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Loony Tunes Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

“It’s supply and demand! They supply the ghost, and I demand the money!”

“And remember, 'mud' spelled backwards is 'dum'.”

"Go ahead! I’d love to see the audience boo you off the stage!”

“Consider yourself as lucky because you are getting another chance from me to draw a gun.”

“Go on! Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and cordite!”

“Jumpin' without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain't it?”

“Don’t think it hasn’t been a little slice of heaven…’cause it hasn’t!”

“I do so enjoy observing the flora and fauna of that tiny planet.”

“I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!”

“You know, sometimes me conscience bothers me… but not this time.”

“It just goes to show ya that a one-eyed jack rabbit can beat a king.”

“I didn’t say I would be nice. I said I would try. It was too hard.”

"He’s about as sharp as a bowling ball."

"What's up doc?"

“Oh dear, now I shall suppose I have to use force.”

“Help me, please. I’m too moist and tender to retire.”

“Okay Okay I'm shuttin' up. Why should I continue to keep yappin' when I'm told to shut up. I'm not the kind that don't know when to stop.”

“Ho! Ha-ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!”

“I wonder what the poor bunnies are doing this season?”

“Don’t take life too seriously. You’ll never get out alive!”

"What a perfect time for me to go on a diet."

“When I say whoa, I mean whoa!”

“Brace yourself for immediate disintegration.”

“I don't want to be grown up anymore.”

"You wasted a wish! I wish that burrito was stuck on your big dumb nose!"

“Carrots are devine… You get a dozen for a dime, It’s maaaa-gic!”

“The way I run this thing you'd think I knew something about it.”

"Sssshh... Be vewwy quiet. I'm hunting wabbit!"

"Champagne nights, tropical music and a heavy bank account!"

"Thufferin' thuccotash!"

“I’m in my own little word. But it’s okay, they know me here.”

"You rack'n frack'n varmint!"

“Oh, drat these computers. They’re so naughty and so complex. I could pinch them.”

"Well, it's 5 o'clock somewhere."

“Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricaseeing rabbit without a fricaseeing rabbit license?”

“Wait! I haven’t tried toadying, kowtowing and butt-kissing yet! I’m still begging here!”

"Cats don't lay eggs. There's something screwy here."

"Of course you realize, this means war."

"His muscles are as soggy as a used teabag."

“I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!”

"Looks like the boy genius is tryin' to show me up."

"It was a terrible storm, the boat wocked and worked up one wave and down the other."

"You're despicable."

"If you're gonna be two-faced sweetie, then atleast make one of them pretty!"

"F-f-first they told me to lose the stutter now they tell me Im not funny anymore. "

“Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending?”

"That's all folks!"

"I don’t know the meaning of the word fear!"

"Beep beep!"

"I don't ask questions, I just have fun."

"Hungry!"

“Just when I’m getting used to the voices in my head, one of them starts stuttering.”

"Say your prayers!"

“Me? Normal? How dare you insult me like that?”

"You know, it is possible to be too attractive."

"I am positive, I am mental and I know I have attitude.”

“I’m not like other people, I can’t stand pain, it hurts me.”

"I tawt I taw a puddy tat!"

“Well, what do you know … there’s the little Wiener Schnitzel now.”

“If you’re happy and you know it, you're probably annoying someone who isn’t.”

"This is gonna cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show!"

"Who's responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person?"

“I'll be scared later. Right now I'm too mad.”

“If an interesting monster can’t have an interesting hairdo I don’t know what this world is coming to.”

“You say the Loch Ness Monster is living in your jacuzzi? Well, call Roto-Rooter!”

“I hate it when people are at you house and ask, ‘hey do you have a bathroom?’ No not at all...”

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clarichoupie · 2 years

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Random things I noticed, or liked, in “The Quarry” after playing it over and over again. (part 1)

I know most people don't like him that much but I love Max. I love the cute nicknames he gives to Laura, he's the first one to make stupid jokes and accuse bears, he’s sweet and apologizes even when it's not his fault. Seriously, I love him too much.

Speaking of which, Laura didn't do anything to get them out of their situation, she didn't fix the car and she was the one who went into the forest, so what right does she have to yell at Max like that? Calm down darling!

The game tries so hard to show us the traces of blood on Travis that I think it takes us for blind.

What terrifies me the most in the prologue is not even the monsters or anything, but just Max's screams of pain. Hearing the characters suffer when they are hurt or dying... it gives me chills.

Is it just me or is the moon like.... ten times too big at the end of the prologue? I've never seen a moon that big.

What exactly is Kaitlyn wearing? I mean, clearly she looks amazing in her clothes (so pretty...) but did she actually take a sweatshirt to cut it out? It looks so much like it was ripped...

It's funny how no matter what your previous choice is, Emma and Abi will always arrive as if they’re carrying bags in their hands.

I love the look on Dylan's face when he realizes that Ryan was right behind him, like: "Damn, did he hear me?"

Jacob and Ryan really do have a "friend/hate" relationship. Is Jacob jealous of Ryan? Was Ryan obnoxious to Jacob? Either way, they seem to really fight in every interaction.

I still firmly believe that "You know, I'd lose my head if it wasn't stuck on" is a reference to Chris from Until dawn. And yes, I'm totally basing it on the fact that they have the same name, because I love it when Supermassive games make reference to their own games.

Ryan is really the definition of that smiley face “😐” when he doesn't know what to say to Chris.

I understand that Chris trust Ryan but why put him in charge? No one seems to listen to him, the poor guy doesn't have the charisma for the job. Why not Kaitlyn? She's already the mom of the group.

Saying “No” to the party with Ryan is definitely funny. The whole group clearly hates Ryan except for Abi, Jacob is awful and makes fun of him, and Dylan seems just miserable for putting his crush in a terrible position. Wow... what amazing friends...

Why did Bobby get all covered in blood if he just need it on his face? Isn't that a waste? It looks like he literally showered himself in blood.

I didn't really know how to say a "wheelbarrow" in english, so the first time I had a hard time understanding what the problem was with Jacob's sentence. However, he, is supposed to speak his own language...

I don't know who made these drawings.... but if you haven't noticed them yet, see how cute they are! Is this the beta version of Abi? The one we see in the concept arts? And I let you admire the busy schedule of the month! (If you want ideas for fanfictions)

“Darn-tootin’doozie of a day” really means something?! What is this language? I thought English was supposed to be easy!

Do people really throw their phones around like that? Because personally if you dare to throw my phone at me, no matter how close or far, you're clearly in trouble.

I'm actually impressed because it's incredibly more interesting not to kiss Nick than to do it. I mean, you're really skipping some pretty good dialogue by doing this stupid action.

Seeing Abi climb to the top of a tree is definitely fun. Very bad idea of course but you should try!

#The Quarry #The quarry the camp counselors #supermassive games #random facts #Boring post sorry :)#Max Brinly #Laura Kearney #travis hackett #chris hackett #Dylan Lenivy #Ryan Erzahler #kaitlyn ka #Jacob custos #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #nick furcillo

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 1 year

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Hello there! I’m here to send in a matchup! so I hope you don’t mind anyways 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!

Fandom: I’d like a romantic male matchup for Jujustu Kaisen and MHA also I’m fine with a poly relationship too! My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD and im white, arab, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), doesn’t shy away from conflict (a but combative with authority when people don’t know what they’re doing), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, coke and a little mean when upset at someone and a fun fact is that I can eat the most spiciest foods and not have a problem with it.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i make odecore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it

likes: vocaloid/utau, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, piercings/tattoos(I wanna get some tattoos!), cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.

dislikes: spiders, bitter food, nasty scents, hot weather, manipulation, toxic people, having to be responsible for others to much(I tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), people who don't talk with me a lot, feeling restricted, and over-possessiveness

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: accidentally misused slang or phrases bc I can't remember how they usually go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of "blow this popsicle stand"), able to eland and pick up skills very quickly, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), i play the piano, bass /electric guitar and cello, prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, not to take life to seriously, and obsess over the past

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT.

thank you and have a nice day!

(Hello I really hope you enjoy this, have a nice day/night!)

I match you with:

Itadori Yuji

- Due to his kind personality you’ll warm up to him quickly. When he realizes that you’re being shy he makes sure to not overwhelm you when you get to know him.

- He was shocked the first time you were verbally aggressive to someone but the shock didn’t last for long. He thinks it’s admirable to stand up for yourself.

- Sets up a contest for you, him, Megumi, and Nobara on who can eat the most spiciest food in a certain amount of time. You would probably win but Itadori would be in second place.

- You guys often binge watch animes or play games together.

- He thinks it’s really cool that you are a vocaloid producer and that you know so many languages, (y’all sometimes listen to your music while hanging out)

- He really likes to listen to you talk about all of your interests. He’s a good listener and remembers majority of what you say.

- Whenever it snows outside you guys will have intense snow fights. He’s really fast so good luck on winning.

- After he’s exhausted from all the training, the water bottles you bring are helpful to cool him off.

- When you are upset he’ll gift you some of your favorite things/drinks and try to cook/bake your favorite treats.

- He asks you to take a picture of you and him so that he can print it out and put it on his wall (or desk if he even has one)

- He loves your collections and art. He would want to try pottery out and try to make something.

Denki Kaminari

- He can be a bit loud sometimes and if you’re overwhelmed at first when meeting him he’ll tone it down a bit until you get warmed up to him.

- He admires your independence and hopes to be as independent as you.

- If someone provokes you and you’re being verbally aggressive to the person he would be on the sidelines hyping you up.

- If he reads a Manga that you also read and he doesn’t understand some of the storyline or anything he’ll go to you and see if you know about it.

- When he was first learning guitar, he goes to you for some tips.

- He introduces you to a lot of his friends (like Bakugou, Kirishima, Mina, Jiro, Sero, etc) he thinks y’all will get along really well.

- You guys are like a comedic duo in the classroom. Sometimes you guys pull pranks on some of your friends. One time he asked you to teach him some insults in some of the languages you know and y’all were making fun of Bakugou in front of his face while laughing y’all asses off.

- Whenever you’re upset and/or crying he tries to cheer you up the best he can by making you laugh.

- Teaches you the newest slang and phrases.

- You guys sometimes bake together during the holidays and it becomes a mess because he decides to stick his finger into the batter and put it on your face, causing a war.

Masterlist

#jjk matchups #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk itadori #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #itadori x y/n #mha matchups #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha denki #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki x y/n

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