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doodle for @starmapz wyk fanfic bc i love it with my whole heart 🥹🫶🏻

ive never drawn children before😭

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im rb that part of the Karasu fic bc i manifested a psg x Real Madrid game in real life…they’re playing each other in the fifa club World Cup

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a moment, a love masterlist

word count: 1.7k

dividers by @/firefly-graphics

reader is intended to be ~10 years older than him, and everyone is aged up here...mayhaps smut in the next part...OH AND HAPPY CLUB WORLD CUP MONTH...

this was largely inspired by a belt loops fic i read by @/mangostarjam

The streets of Madrid are in your rearview mirror now, but you know them by heart. Considering you lived here for the better part of your twenties. You will always love this city- the city that houses so many of your firsts. First job, first kiss, first relationship, first time leaving home for years and years… Your body has been humming the minute you step into the airport in Madrid, already warmed up from the silky sun on your skin.

You absently wonder if there will be time to visit your favorite ice cream parlor and your favorite tapas stand during your brief stay here.

Despite what a monumental game this is - Re Al vs Paris x Gen, on Re Al’s home turf - you sense no nerves in the locker room. It’s not often that you’re in here before matches. But you are somewhat familiar with the…relationship between the Itoshi brothers.

The testosterone is so stifling that you could nearly choke on it. All of the men standing around you have a glowing bloodthirst in their eyes. It’s a chance at redemption for all of them. Since they lost the last Re Al game three to one.

You remember how quiet the stadium in Paris was after that loss. A pin drop could be heard in the locker room.

But still, even through laser focused eyes, Karasu still meets your gaze. And offers you a tiny, tiny turn of his lips.

You clear your throat, unable to stop the heat in your cheeks.

“Don’t forget to be on your best behavior,” you say, standing tall even when over ten pairs of eyes turn to look at you, “No yellows or reds today.

“Yeah, I’m looking at you Shidou. As always-”

“I know you’re always looking, can’t take your eyes off me, can ya-”

You roll your eyes so far to the back of your head you think you meet God.

“And um… yeah, you’ve trained for this. Play well.” 

You shift on your feet, scratching the back of your neck. They all cheer amongst themselves, a sharp battle cry that rings in your head even hours later.

“I thought you’d be with the rest of the guys at the other bar,” you remark, stepping into Karasu’s space easily.

“Some of them are here,” he says, leaving out the part where he suggest (begged) them to come to this bar. Because he knew you’d be here with Anri and your other public relations friends and colleagues, “Besides, I knew you’d wanna see me so…”

“Yup, you read my mind,” your eyes roll but you smile at him, “I’ll buy you a drink, c’mon.”

Chatter of the bar buzzes around him, pulsing and vibrating through his ears. Even still, he can smell the faded scent of your perfume as he stands behind you while you struggle to get the bartender’s attention.

You frown, looking back at him cutely with wide eyes.

“Sorry-”

“What?” he leans in closer to hear you better.

Oh. Your stomach flips at his proximity and in that moment when he meets your eyes, the crowd around you is forgettable. He makes you feel like the only girl in the room. Maybe the entire city of Madrid.

You turn back to the bar, your heart sputtering.

Karasu grins, biting back the teasing remark sitting on the tip of his tongue. Just as you finally find space to place your claim at the bar, a group of friends brush past you with drinks in their hands. They bump into you carelessly, nearly walking right through you as if you weren’t even there. Before you can call out after them in irritation  for nearly rolling you over - if there’s one thing you hate, it’s being ignored-

A large, warm palm is gentle over your waist, nearly molded into the belt loops of your jeans. Your back presses against something solid and warm, something a little musky and earthy.

“You alright, princess?” Karasu’s voice is low and honeyed near the shell of your ear. If he darted his tongue out just a fraction of an inch…

Your voice is stuck in your throat, so you just nod. He squeezes you in reassurance, urging you to move up closer to the bar.

It takes everything in him not to press his nose into your hair, into your neck. He’s never had you this close to him. You’re relaxed in his hold, body molding to his as if made for him.

You lean your head back tentatively, resting on his shoulder as you wait for the bartender to finally notice you. All of the tension in your neck and shoulders dissipates as you turn your head to meet his eyes. And you offer him a small, shy smile.

God, he wants to kiss you so bad. Would that be okay if he did? If he kissed you for the first time in this bar, in the strange city of Madrid, would that be okay?

Karasu swallows his nerves, locking them away. He wonders if you can sense it.

***

“Congrats on the assist,” you murmur, passing the beer he’d humbly requested to him.

“Thanks, but it was just an assist. You should cheers with Itoshi and Shidou for the actual goals-”

“Well, goals can’t happen without assists!” you exclaim, shaking his shoulder, “And that was a special assist, Tabito,” you smile at him with stars in your eyes.

Karasu is selfishly happy that neither Itoshi nor Shidou are here. So you wouldn’t be tempted to buy them a congratulatory drink. This moment is for him and him only.

“Special? How special?”

“Special enough for a pretty girl to buy you a drink!”

“Not just any pretty girl, though. My only pretty girl.”

“You go silent, heat rising in your face once more. His grin widens, seeing how flustered you are. It’s like a game to him to see how far he can ruffle your feathers before going quiet.

“Cheers, Tabito,” you say finally, raising your beer to clink with his.

“Cheers, sweetheart.”

***

Sinking into Karasu’s embrace comes so naturally to you- as if you’re a moth to a flame. His warmth cocoons you, keeping you in place. It would be harmless, right? To lean into him just a little more. To chase some of the sunlight seeping out of him?

Karasu tries not to be so stiff as you sway languidly against him. He’s danced with pretty women before, sure he has. But not you. You’ve felt elusive this entire time, an enigma, until recently.

The girl from Spain. The girl who left everything she knew for Spain, then Paris years later. The girl who couldn’t touch a soccer ball for years out of fear. The girl who got through that fear with him.

Karasu squeezes your hip tighter, a featherlight touch. You chose him to share that with, and he rotates it in his mind everyday. Thinking about the brightness in your eyes, the wind in your face. How you tugged his hand, how you felt under him. Chest heaving, eyes blown.

He knows he wasn’t faring any better.

Karasu takes your free hand, twirling you, spinning you to the beat of the music. Surprise colors your face, but you don’t protest in his arms. Purple lights shift to pink, casting a halo over you.

His breath hitches as you look at him through your lashes, your dark eyes glowing with a flush of pink.. Laughter, yours, rings in his ears.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” you confess shyly, murmuring in his ear. Your arm wraps around his shoulder to steady yourself. He can feel your chest pressed against his. The scent of your perfume, again.

“I don’t think that’s true at all,” he says softly, into your hair.

“Oh stop,” you scoff, swatting his chest playfully, “You’re just flattering me.”

“Nah, if I was flattering you, I’d say things like… yer the smartest person in the room all the time, yer so pretty tonight- everyday- all the time-”

Your jaw hangs open loosely, face blazing.

“Point is, you’d know,” he continues, taking your hand in his. Loosely, but there if you want it. He gives you the option.

“I-uh-,” you stammer, “Thank you.”

“His lips quirk up into a smile. “I think it’s my turn to buy us a drink now.”

Your smile is syrupy slick with the tint of alcohol. You’re touchy when you’re relaxed and tipsy, Karasu realizes. Not that he’s complaining.

He likes knowing that your eyes are only trained on him. As if he’s the only one that you’re looking at. Nobody can take that away from him. How your eyes sparkle and glitter when you laugh at something he says.

It’s a sound he keeps bottled up, tucked away only for his memory.

Your hand lands on his chest once more, as if it belongs there.

“Tabito,” you ask after a beat, your smile turning into something nervous.

He eases your frown with a thumb to your chin. Your breath hitches but you lean into his touch. As you have been all night.

“Why are you here with me? Don’t you want to celebrate with the rest of the guys?”

If there’s anything about you, it’s that you’re direct. No matter how nervous you may be.

“You don’t know?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t ask-”

“Well,” Karasu starts, pulling you even closer to him by the belt loops of your jeans. Close enough that you could see the violet outline of his blown pupils, “I wanted to celebrate the win with the girl who got me here-”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes with a derisive laugh, “That was all you. I had nothing to do with it. Yanno, y’could just tell me you wanted to hang with me ‘cause you think I’m pretty-”

“Pretty? Of course I think you’re pretty, but also-”

Your loose laugh is a melody.

“Hey,” Karasu says, tugging your belt loops loosely, “Looks like the bar’s closin’ soon. Wanna head back to the hotel?”

You look behind him, already seeing people pouring outside of the bar to leave. You hadn’t realized that it was so late, that so much time had passed already.

Shifting your gaze back to him, you nod.

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YCH commission for @princess-okkotsu Thank you so much!

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barou in this art i feel crazy

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honestly what the hell am i supposed to say to 28 year olds who are sooo afraid of turning 30. sorry to say that life comes at you fast. who is gonna comfort me. who is gonna comfort you. most of you have no chill and don’t care that you’re insulting the people around you either. read the room

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prairie smoke (geum triflorum)

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if you're here it means you can believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast... so how about falling down the rabbit hole of my first ever collab event?

♡ which way to go? blue lock is the main fandom I had in mind for this but you're welcome to join with any anime/manga fandom!

♡ wanna take the wrong turn? send me an ask specifying which character(s) you'd like to join with x the alice in wonderland character(s) they'll match

⟡ RULES ⟡

would be great if you could include an unsettling element/vibe in your work. this au was imagined as strange and eerie

must be 18+ and have your age easily accessible on your blog to join

sfw/nsfw submissions are allowed (with proper tags)

you can join however you'd like, through art or writing

character repetitions are okay, we're all mad here anyway

please use the tag #wonderlandcollab and tag me so I can update the masterlist and share your work!

deadline is the end of this year ♡

⟡ MASTERLIST ⟡

♡ BLUE LOCK

shidou ryusei x cheshire cat by @eussstasss

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summer memories ✨

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when our eyes meet together in love, words we utter are useless anyhow.

kural 1100, from thirukkural

tabico by beloved @rabbbitseason — thank you so much bitti!!!!!!!!!!! she is so wonderful to work with, very encouraging and receptive and patient sobsob!!! AND OF COURSE EXCEPTIONALLY SKILLED AT HER CRAFT WAH!!!!! I AM SO THANKFUL ;A; 💓 i hope u might consider her if you are looking to commission someone hehe

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fitttt

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Summer 2006

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For the Aiku girlies.

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lover boy 🌹

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u have no idea how excited i was to put a bunch of different kinds of orange in this pretty blue bowl. the world is so beautiful