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phagodyke · 6 months ago
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pls let this backpacker hostel I'm staying at in a couple weeks be nice so I can go to more gigs in [redacted] and not have to worry abt how to get home from them bc I can just stay there... 😭
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sunuism · 1 year ago
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house/cat sitting for my parents from tomorrow omg.... cat time!
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aliensupastar · 1 year ago
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i wouldn’t ask you
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Rating: Mature
Pairing: Carmy Berzatto/GN!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: You try to break your promise. Carmy won’t let you. Follow-up to “shouldn’t feel like a crime”
Part I Part II
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, depiction of an eating disorder, food issues, heart-to hearts, arguments, swearing
A/N: once again, thank y'all so much for the love on parts one and two of this fic, it brings me so much joy!! also, im terribly sorry for how long it took to write this. school happened and i think it got away from me a little bit, i did a lot of rewrites, and it's shorter than i'd like it to be but it’s something i’m finally satisfied with, and i hope you guys enjoy it! to anyone who’s sent me asks, left comments or replies telling me they connected with this fic, i hope it continues to bring you comfort as it has for me. i can’t express to you enough how much all your responses have meant to me. this will be the last part for this lil series, but im grateful to anyone who’s read n supported it. title insp by "i wouldn’t ask you" by clairo, gif by riickgrimes <3
Logically, you know that healing — if that’s what you could call what you were trying to do — isn’t linear. You’ve heard it a thousand times, and on some level, you know it’s true. Knowing it doesn’t stop the shame you feel when you start skipping the train, opting instead to walk, or on shittier days, run to work. 
At first you thought you’d been able to escape the anxiety that came with eating anything you didn’t know the exact calorie count of, that you’d been able to eat Carmy’s spaghetti without complication. In retrospect, it had merely been delayed, the calm and warmth afforded to you by Carmy’s presence wearing off as soon as you’d gotten into bed that night; you’d laid awake for another hour, paralyzed by your own panic. 
The only solution you found fit was to force yourself into physical activity, making your travel to and from work ten times more miserable, waking up an hour and a half earlier than usual just to get to the restaurant on time and still have ten minutes to freshen up and change into your uniform. You at least managed to make the change in your routine go unnoticed, still looking presentable once it was time to open for service, or at least you thought so. 
“Did you run here?” Sydney asks one morning, spotting you right as you clocked in and rushed to your locker to pull out your uniform. 
“Uh, yeah, I did.” You’re a little too breathless to come up with an excuse, to properly deflect her concern and surprise. 
“Okay…” She watches as you shove your other belongings into the locker space haphazardly. “Does that, like, happen often, or-“
“No,” You say, too quickly, shaking your head. “Just, uh, don’t tell Carmy?” 
You look up at her, eyes pleading, hoping she accepts this one request without question, hoping she can disregard something just this one time. 
“Tell Carmy what?” Hearing your boss’s voice makes you jump in shock, as he comes around the corner and spots you, hair messy and sweat still dripping down your temple. 
Your skill for being unnoticeable is escaping you, that much is clear. You’re essentially caught red-handed, a deer in headlights, eyes bouncing between Sydney and Carmy as you struggle to come up with something, anything to respond with. But Sydney swoops in just seconds after you freeze, granting you mercy, this one time. 
“Tell you to mind your own business, chef,” She says, her tone light-hearted so that you know to force out a laugh, and Carmy takes it. He gives a half-smile and shakes his head, heading over to his prep station and as soon as he’s out of sight, you look back at Sydney. 
“Thank you,” You whisper as you head for the bathroom, uniform in hand, and she nods, still looking concerned but thankfully, dropping it. 
Carmy’s the one who won’t drop it. It stays on his mind all day, even after you’ve changed clothes and fixed your hair and erased any trace of the mess you looked that morning; every free moment he has, he spends thinking of you. 
He wants to believe that you’d simply missed your train. An innocent, easy mistake. But the way you avoid meeting his eyes during service hours, no matter how many times he tries to get your attention, or get you to just look at him and confirm that you’re okay, tells him it’s more than that. 
He rushes through closing duties that night, just to make sure he’s good to leave before you finish closing up the front with Richie. He waits, sits in his office chair pretending to be busy until he sees you heading for the lockers, ready to clock out, and then moves to lean as casually as possible against the doorway. 
“You want a ride home?” He asks, interrupting you as you pull clothes out from the locker; the clothes you were wearing this morning, he realizes, a sweatshirt and biker shorts. Like you expect to break a sweat on the way home, too. 
“Nope. Thank you, chef, I’m good.” You barely even look over at him as you say it, and Carmy has to stop himself from making a face, making his displeasure visible. 
“I really don’t mind,” He tries again, but you just close your locker door and shake your head, ready — and desperate — to change out of your uniform in the bathroom before it’s time to lock up. You put on what you hope is an easy smile, but it comes off tense.
“I’m okay, Carm, really. It’s not like it’s raining-“
“Chef,” He interrupts you, suddenly stern. “C’mon.” 
He nods his head motioning for you to follow him, and it’s clear from his tone that there will be no room to argue. 
You trail behind him while he locks up, and on the way out to his car, you can feel that frustration building up inside you again. The same resentment and irritation you felt in the hospital, when he wouldn’t take your bullshit excuses in the same way that nurse or your other coworkers would, it rises and rises till you’re gripping your backpack strap a little too tight and shutting the car door a little too hard. 
You’re grateful, at the very least, that he says nothing when tears start to spill out and down your face as he drives you home. 
You sit in silence for a minute when Carmy pulls into your building’s parking lot. You can’t bring yourself to leave at first, part of you still craving to savor his presence for as long as you can, even if the other part of you is too angry to even look at him. 
“You wanna talk?” He asks quietly. 
“Nope.” His question is enough to set you off, pushing the car door open and furiously wiping away your tears as you haul yourself out. 
Logically, Carmy knows it might be best to leave you alone for tonight. Let you calm down and attempt reconciliation tomorrow morning. Knowing it doesn’t stop the feeling that he can’t just leave you alone, and let you walk away upset. 
“Hey,” He calls out, opening his own door and moving to follow you. “C’mon-“
“Fuck you, Carmen.” You spit out. 
He’s undeterred, even if you don’t turn back to face him once, refusing to acknowledge him tailing you the entire way up to your apartment. 
You don’t tell him to leave you alone, to stop following you, to fuck off. You don’t even slam your front door in his face like he half-expects you to. Instead it hangs open as you storm into your living room, a silent invitation. An invitation Carmy doesn’t hesitate to accept, stepping through your door and carefully closing it behind him. 
He’s still wracking his brain on what to say, clueless on how to stop the tears flowing down your face as you toss your backpack down and meekly lower yourself to sit on the floor between your couch and the coffee table, knees pulled into your chest. 
“Will you just fuckin’ talk to me?” He finds himself pleading with you again after a minute, but his helplessness in the face of your distress makes his words come out callous, and you just scoff. 
“Don’t be a dickhead, Carmy.”
“I’m a dickhead? I-I’m the dickhead, for giving a fuck?” You lift your head to glare at him, and you can see that he wants to match your anger; all the tell-tale signs of an upcoming screaming match appearing in his features, scrunching up his face as he repeats your words back to you, and you know you’re not being fair. You promised him you’d let him in, allow him to help stop you from going off the deep end again, and yet you’re the one resisting him. You wish he’d let the frustration on his face overtake him, walk out your door and leave you alone with your mind. 
He doesn’t, no matter how much you will him to. His eyes meet your own, filled with misplaced ire, and all he does is lean his head back and sigh, running a hand over his face and forcing himself to curtail the urge to give in to your bait. 
“You don’t wanna talk, I’ll talk,” He starts tentatively, before saying maybe the last thing you’d expect: “I’m sorry.” 
Your narrowed eyes widen, the contempt in them turning to pure shock, but he barely notices. 
“I didn’t mean to- if I went too far, the other day, with the spaghetti. I didn’t mean to set you off like that. I’m sorry.” The absolute sincerity in his voice as he apologizes for something you know isn’t on him — it’s too much. 
You’d love to pass the blame off on somebody else. If you could find a single other person to hold accountable for causing the near-constant state of discomfort that you’ve been stuck in for weeks, the distress of living in your own body, you think you’d jump at the chance. But you can’t bring yourself to do it to the one person who’s offered to take the fault away from you, because even now, after you’ve lashed out at him, he’s deliberately gentle with you. 
You can see Carmy is ready to move towards your front door, you’ve sat here for too long without giving him a response, weeping silently. And maybe that would be the right thing to do after breaking your promise, letting him worry over you till he thinks he’s the one who owes you an apology. But selfishly, you reach up and grasp his arm before he can even turn to leave, gently tugging him down to sit with you, and he lets you. 
“I’m sorry,” You start once he’s settled next to you, your voice still thick with tears. “I know what we talked about in the hospital. I haven’t been- I fucked all that up, I know, I’m sorry.” He’s shaking his head, looking like he wants to refute you, but you continue on.
“I just… I’m so fucking scared,” You nearly choke on your words, but it’s a relief to get them out, and suddenly you can’t stop the rest from spilling from your mouth. “I’m scared of getting better. I can’t stand the thought of it, I don’t even- I don’t know what I’d be for, if I wasn’t like this all the time. And it’s fucking embarrassing. That’s all I feel, all the time, just- constant fear, and shame. I can’t fucking stop myself.” 
You take a pause, doing your best to breathe deep and avoid Carmy’s intent gaze, so you don’t lose your nerve.
“We were good, for a bit, and I wasn’t so… out of control. But then I fucked it, and I-I couldn’t just, tell you. Felt like, for once there was someone who understood, and I just wanted to keep the rest of it out of sight, I guess.” 
It’s the most you’ve expressed to anyone about this. You think maybe you’ve gone too far, that maybe now you’ll have alienated the one person you’ve been honest with in years. But when you finally look up at Carmy, he’s nodding thoughtfully, no trace of judgment or pity in his expression. 
“I don’t.” He says carefully. “I don’t really understand. I-I don’t think I could, uh-” He pauses, clasping one hand over the other tightly, like it pains him to force his words out, too. “I guess, growin’ up, food was basically a love language. It was how I bonded with Mikey, it’s why I wanted to do this job in the first place. So, to avoid food… I don’t think I can imagine what that’s like.” 
All you can do is nod. You shouldn’t have made him listen to you vent your emotions, you should’ve let him walk out your door-
“But, I’d like to try. If that’s what you want.” He says, interrupting your spiral. “I just need to know you’re safe. Shutting me out like this – it’s bullshit. I’m not gonna just- stop caring. Even if it’s ugly. Just don’t shut me out.” 
His earnestness practically shoots you in the chest, filling you with that warm, familiar feeling that usually comes with his presence. You want to push against it, you haven’t earned it back, it’s too damn much.
“Even if I… end up in the hospital again?” You say, trying to keep your tone light, but you can’t keep the pleading out of your voice. 
“I’d drive you to the hospital a hundred times.” Carmy replies, completely genuine, and now you can’t push back against the urge to throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. 
You don’t know how long you sit there, on the hard floors of your living room, arms tight around each other, breathing together. All you know is that you don’t want him to leave; he makes no move to go. 
a few people asked to be tagged on this part, so here you go! @rexorangecouny @moonlight-sonata99 @kpopgirlbtssvt
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nylibrty · 2 months ago
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girl with the tattoo ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ chapter one
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「pairing」 breanna stewart x riley carter (oc)
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「summary」 riley carter just got drafted to the new york liberty, and she can't seem to figure out whats up with the vet, breanna stewart.
「cw」 n/a
「notes」 first chapter... im scared i hope yall like this!
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her heart was beating out of her chest, her palms were soaked, and she couldn't believe this was happening.
she was sitting in the front row at the 2024 WNBA draft, fresh off the high of her last college season and getting ready to enter her rookie year in new york. she had nothing to worry about, she was the first pick and was guaranteed a spot on the roster, but her brain was still swimming with every possible thing that could go wrong. it was about to start, she cleared her throat and sat up straight, knowing cameras were gonna be on her any second.
a lot of talk, she was having a hard time focusing though, more focused on planning on how to not look like a fool on the stage. then before she knew it, it had actually begun. "...with the first pick in the 2024 WNBA draft, the new york liberty select riley carter, university of notre dame" riley grinned widely. she knew it was coming, but that didn't make it any less exciting or shocking. she hugged those around her, her mom, her dad, her little brother, and then her best friend, and made her way up the small set of stairs to the stage. the commissioner, cathy, stood there with a new york liberty jersey in her hand, the number one printed on it in bold.
she held it with one hand, flashing a smile at the several sets of cameras that surrounded the stage. the next few hours were blurry for riley. sitting through the rest of the draft, cheering for her fellow teammates who also were drafted, then the several after-parties that followed.
hours later, riley found herself stumbled into her hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. her mind was racing,
this was the beginning of everything.
a week and a half had passed, riley had managed to find a small apartment perfect for her new home in new york. she had flown home briefly, packing all her stuff from her apartment in indiana and flying it all the way to her new place in new york. she had made her way around downtown brooklyn, finding a couple places to eat and a couple museums to put on her list of things to check out. she was still nervous, who wouldn't be? she had to uproot her entire life and move, she has to learn a new teams way of playing, and the people on it.
the first day of training camp started tomorrow, and riley was scared as all hell.
she woke up bright and early that morning, going through her usual camp morning routine. run, breakfast, shower, get ready, go. she made her way to the subway, music quietly playing through her headphones until she got to her destination. a few songs had cycled through before the subway stopped at a station, the one riley had to get off on.
she scooped up her gym bag and threw it over her shoulder, exiting the cab and then walking up the stairs to the ground floor. liberty's training facility was only a block away, a couple-minute walk. she wasn't alone for much longer, being greeted by two women as she got closer to the facility.
"carter! welcome rookie," the dark-haired one said, sticking out her hand to shake.
riley smiled, her hand meeting the woman's. "its nice to meet you, you are..?"
the woman laughed, shaking her head with a small chuckle. "completely forgot to introduce ourselves! i'm camilla, and this is lily," she pointed to the shorter, blonde woman standing next to her. "we'll be showing you around today," she started talking about the schedule that in store for her. several meetings with different members of the front office and coaches, then the actual camp with her new teammates.
the women showed riley the way around the long concrete hallways and eventually to the locker room. "your locker is on the far right, you should see your name on it! we'll let you get settled in and in about 15 minutes you can meet us in the conference room, sound good?" lily told her.
with a nod, riley made her way over to her locker, an led screen above it with her name and number. she grinned, they really were making this special for her. she placed her gym bag into the cubby, unpacking a couple pairs of shoes and tucked extra socks and shirts into the drawers below. there were a couple other people in locker room with her, a few new rookies and some other players. she exchanged hi's with a few of them, more focused on getting that stupidly heavy bag off her arm.
as riley sat down, taking a sip out of her water bottle, she saw a woman approach her, "riley, right? your college highlights are absolutely everything!" the unmistakable smile recongized her as new yorks 6'1 center, kayla thornton.
"thank you! kt, right?" she smiled up at the dark skinned girl.
she nodded then turned her head around and pointed to a group of girls standing only a few lockers down, "thats nyara, kb, and leo." she said, pointing to each of them as she said their names.
riley sat there nodding, pretending like she didn't know all their names. "it's nice to meet you all, i think i'm supposed to have a formal meeting with everybody on the team later in the day."
her and kayla talked for a while longer before riley realized she should probably head down to the conference room. "i think im stuck in another meeting with the front office before camp starts."
kt frowned, "alright! well, we'll see you later rook."
after what felt like forever, it was finally time to start actually playing basketball. riley walked to the practice gym in her brand new practice jersey and shoes. at the door, stood sandy brondello, the head coach, and breanna stewart, the world-famous vet. she had seen breanna before, she was certainly gorgeous, but nothing like she was now. a smug smirk across her face and leaning against the door frame, it was like whatever stupid childhood crush she had on the player had come back full swing.
she gulped, getting herself together and walking up to the two. "its a pleasure to have you on our team, carter." sandy smiled, shaking her hand.
"notre dame, huh?" breanna raised her eyebrow, glancing down at the white piece of paper she held in her hands, presumably an information and stat sheet about her.
"dont get too cocky, husky." riley smirked, teasing back already.
"i like this one." breanna said to sandy, the two girls broke out into giggles before heading into the gym.
the gym was nice, one that you could call home for the next season or potentially more. after a couple of introductions and explanations everybody got split off into pairs in order to get some shots up, and of course you ended up getting paired with breanna.
“alright rookie, let’s see what you got.” she smirked, putting a hand on your shoulder.
“are you gonna call me names the entire season or are you just hazing me now?” riley asked, looking up at the taller woman.
breanna smiled at that and a warm feeling erupted in the pits of your stomach, you could almost feel your face getting red. “i don’t care if im on my deathbed and you’re a hall of famer, im still calling you rook.”
she rolled her eyes and walked towards the ball cart, grabbing one and tossing it at breanna.
the two girls started the drill, trading shots and rebounding for one another.
“so, how are you liking new york so far?” breanna asked, sitting down by the post for a second to take a sip of her water.
"its alright! its definitely different than indiana," she laughed, motioning for breanna to hand her the water bottle next to hers.
breanna tossed her the water bottle, resting on her arms before speaking again. "i'll have to take you to some of my favorite places sometime," she paused for a moment, realizing the implication of her words. a soft silence fell over them for a second. riley's brain was reeling, was breanna really flirting with her or was this wishful thinking?
"that sounds great." riley smiled. breanna held her hand out, asking for help up off the floor. riley grabbed her hand, pulling her up. her hand was soft, her long fingers wrapping around the rookies hand and leveraging herself up.
they looked at each other for a second, an unexplainable silence sitting between them. riley's eyes met breannas eyes, the icy blue ones looking into rileys green ones. she still held her hand, almost unable to drop it.
before either of the girls could say something, sandy called out for everybody to come huddle before dismissing camp for the day.
breanna cleared her throat, dropping rileys hand and walking away without words.
riley swallowed, realizing that whatever stupid thought she had about breanna maybe flirting with her wasn't realistic and wishful thinking. she was years older than her anyways.
she walked over to the huddle, listening to sandys speech before being dismissed back to the locker room to gather her stuff and go home.
she walked with kayla and leonie, small talk about moving and the upcoming season to fill dead air. they made it back to the locker room and she began to gather her things, ignoring the feeling of someone watching her from the other side of the room.
when she turned around, she saw just that, breanna standing at her locker pretending like she wasn't looking at her.
riley left without a word, not wanting to think about whatever the fuck happened between them today, worried she already messed up her relationship with her teams vet.
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thoughtsforsoob · 10 months ago
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i have a prompt !
taehyun + wrapping his scarf around the reader <//3
A/n: this is a really cute idea here! Im gonna try my best to write this as sweet as I can! This was honestly giving me attack on titan vibes (Eren and Mikasa :0) please enjoy and feel free and requests anything you’d like in the future! (Okay so for the translation bit, I wanted to add a little note for those who have never been on the trains in Japan/korea…ITS ALWAYS LIKE AN OVEN IN THE STATIONS AND IN THE TRAINS THEMSELVES. Its truly an unforgettable experience…)
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You and Tyun made plans to hang out in the evening. He had invited you to go get some coffee and pastries from a new pop up cafe in the city and then to go on a walk. You were so excited to go out with him that you decided to go out a little earlier than the planned time and buy him a little gift for planning this outing. When you left, it was still really nice out so you only brought a cozy hoodie and warm clothes. No gloves and no scarf since you had no idea what the weather had inshore within the next few hours. 
You get taehyun a little keychain for his bag that had a cute T charm on it, for his name. You had thought of getting one with you initial but it would make others wonder about the significance of that letter so you opted to not do it. Once you paid and were on your wait to the train station to get on your way to the cafe, you noticed how the weather started to turn into a bitter coldness, the sky turning grey even though it was only 3pm. You felt yourself shiver and quickly scurried off into the train station and were warm once again. 
Upon exiting the station and going back outside, you were met with even colder weather. Your ears and nose were starting to feel exceptionally cold.
Taehyun finds you inside of the cafe with a war, drink already in your hand. He walks up to you with a frown, “You didn’t wait for me?” You shake your head at him, “Sorry. It’s just so cold out and I didn’t even think to dress up warmer. It was so nice out when I left.” He was very understanding and immediately went to bring a drink for himself and some pastries for you both to share so he could come back and help you warm up.
You two stayed in the cafe for about 2 hours and when you both decided you were ready to leave, you grimaced at the idea of going back out into the cold. You felt silly for not bundling up and taehyun poked fun at you as well for not bundling up. He stopped the you told him the whole reason and gave him his little charm. He attached it to his bag right away and thanked you with a big warm hug. 
Once you two were outside, you two started to walk out by the river, obviously feeling more cold because of the water. You huddled up to him as close as possible and looked up at him. His heart broke when he saw how red your face was getting. He pulled his arms away from you and pulled off his scarf. “Hyun. What are you doing? You’re gonna get sick!” You chided at him and he just kept going, wrapping the scarf around your neck. He hated seeing you in other other state but happiness and this cold was not making you happy. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so clumsy I wouldn’t get sick. Hm?” He of course didn’t mean what he said. Taehyun loved taking care of you, even if it meant putting himself at risk. He just loves you that much but he would never admit it out loud. He trusted in you to know he cares about you more than anything else. 
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pablitogaviobsessed · 1 year ago
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Heyyyyy i love your work!!
I was wondering if u can write a story of Gavi is secretly watching u play soccer alone and he was amazed on how great u are at it? Thank you!!!
Guys I'm so happy that Gavi finally has the number 6 on his back! I already bought his jersey.
I'll tell you quickly: Englishisnotmyfirstlanguagethanksforunderstanding<3
My amazing football girl
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Gavi was at training today, like usually. This few hours were your slowest and most boring hours of your life. But lucky you, you always can spend some time playing games on his Play Station, cleaning the house or reading some book. But now you really don't have the mood for any of them.
Since Gavi is a football player, he always have at least one ball around the house and luckyly one was in front of your eyes in the yard. You decided to kick it a bit. You never actually told Gavi that you can play football pretty well. First you just did some penalty without anybody. Well, you couldn't really call it penalty. You just shot the ball into the net and thats all. You kept doing it for a few minutes and then you got bored of it. Then you decided to do some free style since you were really good at it. You practiced those tricks so many times. You didn't give up until they weren't perfect.
Now you had been playing with the ball now for hours. Gavi eventually got home.
"Princesa I'm home!" he shouted, went to the bathroom and tossed his training clothes to the basket. "Princesa, where are you?" he asked since you didn't answer him. He went to the living room and saw you through the opened door. He was amazed. He never knew you can do those thing with a ball. He went to the door and watched you with opened mouth for 15 minutes. "Why didn't you tell me you actually good at football?" he asked, scaring the hell out of you.
"Pablo!" you turned around and accidentaly kicked the ball into the pool. "When did you got home?" you asked with a red face. You were kinda embarrassed because he saw you.
"About 20 minutes." he said. "But why didn't you tell me this before? You're playing so well with the ball. Im amazed princesa." he smiled and kiss your lips while you just blushed even more.
"I don't know. I thought it's not a big deal so I didn't tell you. It's not that important." you said and walked to the pool to get the ball out.
"No princesa, it's important. I can tell everyone that I have the most beautiful and talented girl. You're amazing. I wanna see you play more." he helped you.
"If I'm talented with some tricks then what are you?" you laughed how much of a fan he became of you.
"The next goat." he laughed too.
"Well, I'm not doubting that." you finally get the ball out.
"What?"
"What?" you asked back. He just hugged you.
"Do you know how much this means to me? he asked and hugged you more tight. You started to caress his back. "But know I have to play with my amazing girl."
"Amor, you just had a 4 hours training and now you want to play again?" you pulled away from the hug.
"Yes, princesa. I wanna see how do you play against me." he smiled knowing that it will be the cutest thing he will ever see. "So first, just try to get the ball." he said.
"Well, I might not be able to do that but I will try." you said trying to take the ball away from Gavi and you actually did it.
"Amor, I did it!" you screamed and put your hands up to celebrate. He looked at you like he never saw a human in his entire life. "What's wrong?"
"Princesa." he started to walk towards you. He cupped your face in his hands. "You're amazing. Like, you're the most amazing girl I can ever have. You're so loving, caring and even good at football." he kissed your lips.
"Stop amor." you giggled. "I'm not that amazing."
"Yes, you are!" he said and kissed your lips again. "Don't you dare to say this again. You're the best princesa. Now I can even play football with you. It's just so exciting. Playing football with the love of my life is the best thing." he said with a big smile on his face but his stomach interupted the speech.
"Someone is hungry." you laughed. "Come on, already made food for you." you and Gavi went to the kitchen and started to eat.
"And even you're food is amazing." he said with food in his mouth. "I'm so lucky that I have you." you just smiled at him because he looked so cute while he was talking to you with his mouth filled with food. Obviously he was on his phone the moment, like always.
"Hey! Why did you change me name on Messenger to "My amazing football girl?" you asked. You literally took it personal.
"Because you're my amazing football girl." he smiled at you.
"No! Change it back to "Princesa"." you asked him to do this but he just simply said a "no". You took his phone out of his hands to change your name back to "Princesa".
"There we go!" you said giving back his phone.
"Okay fine." he said with a pout on his face. You kissed his cheek and took your plate to the sink.
A few days later
"Princesa, can you call me on my phone? I can't find it." he asked you still searching for his phone. You called him and you heard the ringtone and you went to it's way. You find it in the basket in the bathroom.
"Amor I found it!" you shouted and you saw your name on his contacts. "Amor why is my name "My amazing football girl"?" he just laughed. Yeah... he changed your name in his contacts after you didn't let him change your name in Messenger.
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kaziwi · 1 year ago
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Beach Day!!
Character(s): Zoro, Nami
WC: 832
Note: agagaga plz request stuff im running low on ideas
Zoro
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The party pooper of beach days…
He likes to think of the beach as a new terrain to train in rather than hangout with you
You insist he should relax, but he’s very very against it
Somehow always convinces you to train with him, so you end up working even more than you did before your vacation
It was the perfect day to spend at the beach. The sun was high in the sky and there was the perfect breeze so you wouldn’t be too hot. The smell of salt water and meat that Sanji was grilling filled your nose. It was honestly the perfect day, except your boyfriend was busy lifting instead of laying next to you. You’ve asked him MULTIPLE times to stop training and just hangout with you, but he always said no. You knew that asking him again was pointless, but you decided to go up and ask him anyways.
“(Y/N)-swannnnn~” Sanji yelled from his grilling station, “Stop worrying about that stupid moss head and come over here with me!!!”
“Yeah (Y/N), Zoro is just gonna be weird and train the whole time, come lay with me and Robin,” Nami said, patting the seat next to her. You were enticed by her offer but declined as you continued to make your way to your boyfriend.
After walking a little bit further from the rest of the crew, you found Zoro swinging his giant weights around. He seemed to notice your presence, but kept swinging his weight back and forth above his head.
“Heyyyy Zoroooo,” you sang out, “Whatcha doinggggg”
“If you ask me to come back with you the answer is already no,” Zoro said not loosing his concentration.
“Come on Zoro, why can’t you just train later, I wanna spend time with you.” Zoro put down his weight and turned to you, “I did bring some smaller weights if you wanna join me.”
“Are you serious???? Why can’t we just relax at the beach??”
“Look how about this, do a few reps with me and then we can go to the beach.”
“You promise???”
“I promise.”
A few hours later you both walked back just in time for dinner. You were covered in sweat and exhausted, but glad that you now get to spend time with your boyfriend at the beach <3
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Nami
Beach days are usually the one day she gets to truly relax
No navigating, not having to worry about marines, spending the day with you: it’s a dream come true
The one thing she hates though is getting her hair wet (she’s just like a cat :3 )
“Nami-SANNNNN, (Y/N)-SWANNNN I have your drinks!!” Sanji yelled twirling towards you. A tray of two drinks was placed in between your and Nami’s beach chairs. You each took a drink and sipped it in delight. Sanji always knew the perfect drink to make on a hot summer day.
"I could get used to this," Nami said while raising her arms up to stretch.
"Yeah, shame the log post resets tomorrow," you replied while sipping down the delicious, fruity drink.
"Ugh. Don't remind me. I don't want this to ever end." You chuckled at her response and grabbed her hand. She was right, this really was a peaceful, relaxing day. You closed you eyes and laid you head back on your chair, hoping to sleep a little.
Just then it felt like the sun was covered up, maybe some clouds were covering the sky, or Sanji was putting an umbrella over you and your girlfriend. You slowly opened your eyes to see what was blocking the sun, and were met face to face with a bucket of water being poured on you.
"Come on Usopp we gotta run!" You hear Luffy's voice as you wipe the water from your eyes. You turn to look at Nami who is also soaking wet. She looks absolutely devastated, her orange hair was soaked and clung to her body. Both of you were in utter shock that neither of you had a word. In all honesty Nami looked really attractive like this, you just couldn't look away.
Nami noticed you staring and quickly turned away, "Don't look at me," she stuttered, "I never look good with my hair wet.."
She never looked good??? Nami literally looked like a goddess right now how could she thinks she doesn't look good. You leaned over and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to turn to look at you.
"Well I think you look beautiful," you said as you gave her a quick peck on the lips. Her cheeks reddened to a degree you've never seen before and she quickly pulled away, "Thank you..." she said shyly.
"If I remember correctly, Franky said he made some new water-guns, how about we get some revenge," you said, a giant smirk growing across your face.
"I like the sound of that," Nami grinned and grabbed your hand and started running towards Franky, ready to get her revenge.
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urlocaldesertdweller · 4 months ago
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Venture X GN! (Dyslexic) Reader
WOWIE! im celebrating 250 likes with another fic for u lovely people!!! (this is for every spelling and grammar mistake I make with nearly every post :,))
Sloan would either be surprised to find out that you were dyslexic or they would see it from a mile away, it would mainly depend on how severe your symptoms are and how common they are whenever you are interacting with Sloan!
They would definitely think it's odd at first with how many mistakes you would make if the two of you were making casual conversations. But soon enough they would see more signs.
-I just drank some inspired milk
-...Was it inspiring.?
If you were assigned to read some mission logs for the team you would either slow down or speed up and stumble over words until it's nothing but gibberish...
Even if you were told to charge in a certain direction you would have to stop for a moment to either think or even do the hand check with the left making the L... (they thinks its kinda cute but the situation and urgency will vary of course)
Returning to base they realized that they had never seen your hand writing. And if they were to look back into documents where you had to fill out information. They would keep a secret of how awful and messy your writing is, of course, they also think it only adds to your character!!
Eventually, they find the time to ask if you have Dyslexia, you most likely were probably not diagnosed with the confusion on your face when they ask. So they would have to be the one to tell you and ask to get diagnosed. When they tell you it honestly adds relief since you always felt less smart for the longest of times it became a bit of an insecurity of yours.
Shortly after being tested, you were soon confirmed and officially diagnosed with dyslexia. Considering Overwatch's form of work, you didn't really feel all that worried other than getting embarrassed from time to time when you have those moments of your condition hitting during work hours...
But be afraid not! Sloan is there to support and be there for you!!!! When you were finally diagnosed they felt a weight being lifted off of their shoulders with seeing you finally understand these odd and frustrating moments in your life.
You know that some heroes will have certain voice lines after respawning.? Yeah, you fumble even those too. And when Sloan is there they can't help but correct you which ends in a small cute moment between you two!
"Well if they are going to play dirty, then I'm just going have to play dirtierer!"
"...Baby. It's just "dirtier"."
"..."
"Well, I'm just going to have to play dirtier!"
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"Ugh my head throbs after that one..."
"More than you having to read mission logs out loud.?"
"...Shut your fat mouth."
Or even during your free time when you spend time together Sloan cant help by being fascinated by when you forget certain words and you think of something on the spot to replace that word.
"Sloan I found this really cool shirt do you know where the...um the..."
"The what.?"
"Yknow! Um...damn.. The wear station!! You know what im talking about!"
"Pft-! You mean the trying rooms.?!"
"YES!!! That's exactly what I mean Sloan! ...Stop laughing!!!"
"Oh god..! But wear station...you said wear station!"
Throughout time they watch you grow into a happier and more confident person! Even after you make some of the biggest mistakes you can walk it off and stay on track.! This is what they love and admire about you. Not with how special or different you are but with how strong you have proven to be!
In time they even get to see you write more in your messy but unique style...even if it's unreachable to most it makes them feel full of happiness for you being able to stretch out of your own comfort zone.
Of course, there are still some silly moments on the occasion. Imagine you are training your arm strength with pull ups this happens...
"Hows my form.?"
"It looks good! ...Actually can you move your left hand to the side.?"
Then for a moment, you dont remember and what you thought was the smartest idea to check was the L hand check. Then you let go falling to the ground as you do the check as Sloan panics to reach out and grab you, which they do for you. <3
"WOAH! Woah woah what are you doing?!"
They are at first pissed at why you suddenly let go but when you explain what you were doing their face soften and they break in laughter making you realize and also laugh with them.
Or when for some reason someone puts you of all people in charge of right the documents for a mission... Sloan being your grace helps you spell check it it isn't long to find the first mistake.
"Mission log... "Ligahn" tower."
"..."
"..."
"Sweetie, who made you do this.?"
"...Santa, I MEAN SATAN! Whoever made me do this is literal Satan."
"...I love you so much."
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hugejk · 1 year ago
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hearts aglow - jb5
summary: idk really just based this off of hearts aglow by weyes blood
wc: idk it’s kinda long tho
"hearts aglow, we dont know where were going"
sitting at the counter in your kitchen, scrolling on your phone not knowing where jude is. He got off training almost an hour ago, he hasnt texted you in ages. you starte to worry but right as you went to tet him you hear the door swing open, "honey im home!" jude says as he dropped his bag. "Ive been worried sick jude, where have you been?" you say slightly angered as he hasnt texted you, but then jude reaches into his bag an pulls out a bag of your favorite snacks.
"i was so bored take me to the water babe, show me whats its like to be yours"
jude hugged you, taking in his scent. Somehow he smelt good for coming back from training. He puled away and looked you in your eyes, "i have a suprise for you.." You give him an eyebrow while looking him up an own, "whats the suprise?' you say. "its a suprise for a reason"" jude says with a cheeky grin.
"oh but baby your the only one who would drive me down to the pier, take me up on that ferris wheel"
"jude babe, i think we need gas.." you say as the tank is meter is barely on E. "yeah i think so too." jude says as hes stil focused on the road, pulling into the nearest gas station. "do you want any snacks?" he asks as hes getting our of the car. "no im good, you already got me enough snacks." you say chuckling a bit. You pull out your phone and start scrolling waiting for jude to finish. As he got back into the car he looks you up and down, mesmerized by your effortless beauty.
“you can’t control hearts aglow”
you watch as you pass by the lights of the inner city, wondering where jude is taking you. You pass by people with their families, loved ones, and friends. All walking into shops, laughing, eating, and talking. You can’t help to think of your family, how much you miss them. You come to a stop at a red light. “babe y’good?” jude asks in his thick accent. “yeah, just miss my family a little.” you say still looking out the window. “well hopefully this amazing suprise planned by the best boyfriend in the world will help cheer ya up” jude says as he steps on the gas pedal.
“might be the moon, or the cotton candy, or it might be a man, who finally understands me.”
you finally make it to the suprise destination, a small carnaval in a random old parking lot. Jude gets out and opens your door. He bows as you get out and you can’t help but laugh a little at his antics. Jude grabs your hand and leads you into the entrance, a small fee of 5 dollars per person. “i’m a bit hungry, you want anything?” jude says looking at all the food booths around you two. “Some funnel cake sounds really good right now.” you say hoping they have it. Seeing the booth that says “funnel cake” in bright lights makes you excited, you let go of jude’s hand without thinking and run over to the booth, getting in line enthusiastically. It takes a while for jude to come back to you, but once he does he puts his arm around your waist to let everyone know that youre his.
“cause i’ve been waiting for for my life to begin, for someone to light up my heart again”
after getting your food, you and jude casually walked around, pointing out the game booths, dogs casually walking around with no owners, some of the rides that sound interesting. Walking by one booth you see a stuffed animal of a seal (your favorite animal) and you immediately pull jude to the booth and beg him to win it for you. It was a simple game, get the rings onto the bottles to win a prize. Jude reluctantly agreed and you stood by him, watching how he flicked the rings onto the bottles, how his perfect face was contoured perfectly in all of the lights around him. You were so busy examining him, that you didn’t even see that he won the seal for you! As jude handed the stuffed seal to you, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, thanking him.
“hearts aglow, we don’t know where we’re going”
as your night came to an end, jude insisted you two got on the ferris wheel to complete it. With your seal between your arm and torso, you agreed and made your way to the ferris wheel. It wasn’t one of those big ones, a tiny humble wheel with enough room to fit you two. As long as the wait was your started to think maybe it wasn’t worth it, but finally it was your turn. as you two got into the tiny cart, seal stuffed in between you two, it was finally time to start the ride. Taking in the beautiful view from above, all of the lights, all of the people, cars, and buildings. Jude turned your head towards him and gently kissed your lips, as unexpected as it was, it was quite enjoyable. As his lips moved with yours perfectly, he pulled away and gave you a soft smile. “i was waiting all night to do that.” he said as he held you hand. “i was expecting a kiss before we left.” you said playing with his hand.
“i love you.”
“imposible, i love you more.”
A/N: FIRST FIC DONE LETS GOOOOO 😛😛 pls tell me what you think because i genuinely don’t know what i wrote 😭
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onsunnyside · 2 years ago
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sonny sonny sonny i hope you're done w exams bc im thotting out tonight. this gif is giving bonnie and clyde vibes or just clyde!ari and the unsuspecting little thing that asked to hitchhike with him 😖 oo or was she taken as a hostage during one of his robberies, is curtis his partner in crime, SO MANY THOTS
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gif credit to @lilacevans!!!
hehe hi bestie brandy, i have two more left then i'm free until January 😣 but i always have time for thots !! ESPECIALLY THIS ONE:
i get tornado by jesse jo stark vibes🌪 you've been waiting for this day for months, counting down the days until you could leave your hometown and venture off somewhere new !! somewhere bigger and brighter !! you've worked non-stop for years, sometimes two/three jobs at once while living with your parents. your late teens/early twenties were focused on your wild naive dreams, while your friends got married or started their careers, you were stuck in diners and shops, saving every cent for the future outside of this blip on a map.
you only needed a ride to the neighbouring city, the one with a train station that could take you somewhere far, far away. as you savour your last milkshake at your fave diner, you overhear a stranger talking about his next stop, another city but in the same direction as yours !!
so you take a chance and ask if you could hitch a ride: "I'll pay you! I just... I gotta get out of here." You stare down at your bags, trembling under his hard gaze, "please, it has to be today... I've had it marked down forever!"
the handsome man is quiet for a few moments, silently admiring your green sundress and old sneakers. you haven't even told him your name yet asked for a ride. "does it have to be right now, or can you wait?"
"I-I can wait, sir. I'm very patient, I promise."
he cocks a grin and nods to the seat across the table, "why don't you have a seat? let's get to know each other before sittin' in a car for over an hour."
in hindsight, you should've never trusted this stranger, regardless if Ari gave you butterflies and seemed genuinely interested in your small-town life and big-city dreams. it all happened very fast: "you ever seen a gun before?" then a switch flipped and one of the waitresses was bleeding, everyone was screaming until Ari demanded for silence and "all the fuckin' money" from the register and the other patrons. you must've blacked out bc the next moment you're dazed in the backseat with handcuffs around your wrists. He promised not to make it too tight, "only if you're a good girl, okay?"
and it doesn't just end there: after Ari gets tired of your crying and pleading for freedom, he gags you with a bandana. then he pulls over on a dead-end road with abandoned houses and strangely enough, there's someone else there. he's leaning against the black and white car with a cigarette between his fingers.
The sheriff walks right past you, ignoring your loud whimpers and restless banging on the window. His eyes are shaded by dark glasses as he opens the passenger side and slides in. You recognize him from around town, he's as tall as Ari, and as broad as a mountain. He's driven you home a few times on late nights and even attended dinners hosted by your father, you thought he was a good guy.
As he settles into the leather, he glances over his shoulder, and a soft sigh falls from his pink lips. "You know, her daddy is close with the mayor."
Ari shrugs, "she should've known better."
You weep because he's right, you should've known better! (me thinks... reader is just a little dummy blinded by her dreams 🥺 quite sad if you think about it. she's too trusting of others, and time after time, she's been betrayed but she's never learnt her lesson).
"She's a gem, that's for sure." Sherrif Everett notices the bags on the floor, "Oh, are you skippin' town, sweetheart?"
You can't answer and just stare at him, broken and confused. You watch in horror as he takes one of the duffle bags, exchanging a handshake with your captor.
"Any guess on when you'll be back?"
Has he been here before?
"Maybe a week or so, who knows..." He licks his lips, blue eyes meeting yours through the rearview mirror, "this sweet thing may be of more use than just lookin' cute."
many possibilities here !! stockholm syndrome? does the reader end up being Ari's partner in crime? does she ever escape or does she get trapped in it all? as for Ari, has he been here before but the police always cover it up? one thing is for sure: Ari isn't ever going to let her go... and he'll do whatever it takes to keep her... if you catch my drift...
(ALSO SHERIFF CURTIS !! SHARING IS CARING ???)
THIS WHOLE THING GIVES ME JESSE JO STARK VIBES !!
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hanzhen0506 · 6 months ago
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~’Im Sorry for Letting Go’~
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Hello! Its Zhan! It is our amazing leader Shinyu’s turn! This was actually inspired by my own experience as I had to rush myself out of the train today 😮‍💨, I hope you enjoy this!
The night was cold as you huddle close to Shinyu. We were exploring around Japan, and the train station is so crowded, luckily we only brought a bag each so we didnt had to worry about our luggage, but people were walking so fast that they were pushing and bumping everybody. I had no choice but get closer to Shinyu to not be taken away from the crowd. Shinyu held me close and rub my back as we wait for our train to arrive, waiting in line. “I think the train has arrived.” He said tapping on my back as I hum in response. When the train arrive we both got in, luckily a seat was available and Shinyu offered force me to sit there. Shinyu situated himself and stand infront of me holding the railing above with his tall figure. He smiled looking down at me and I smiled back. 
The train was very crowded but the motion of the train felt really relaxing. I relax myself to Shinyu, putting my head on his stomach and closed my eyes, he kiss and stroke my forehead. “Ill tell you when to get out okay? Go rest.” He whispered, it was not long that I fell asleep.
After minutes felt like hours I felt Shinyu tap me. “Lets go,” I hum sleepily and got my stuff ready. The door soon open and many people rush outside, me and Shinyu were far in the back but due to not holding his hands tight, I was pulled back into the train from the people who entered. “Yuya!” I shouted and he too panic but before he could go back the door was shut close. I ran to the nearest window while the train start to move, he mouth the words “next station” and I nodded. This sudden event was shocking to me as I try to calm down my panic breath. 
The door open and I hurriedly walk out of the train. The station was more crowded than before and with my anxiety increasing I ended up sitting close to one of the pillars at the station. I close my ears with my hands as I focus on evening my breath, but without Shinyu around it was harder than expected. “Shinyu..”
A few hours pass and the next train arrive, it was less crowded than before and fast footsteps were getting closer to me. My anxiety increases thinking that a bad person was coming my way but the footsteps stop. “Y/n,” Shinyu said, kneeling down to my level. I opened my eyes and was welcome with his pair of concern eyes. On instinct, I jump towards him hugging him tight stumbling down on the floor. “Hey, hey, its okay, Im here now.”
“I-i was so scared and all of a sudden I had a panic attack and-and I couldn’t calm down and-and-“
“Its alright, I get how you feel, Im sorry for letting go.”
“No- its not your fault, I wasnt holding tight too, its my fault too.”
“Its my fault too, I could have go back but I couldn’t I was so scared for you for the past 40 minutes. The train wasn’t coming so- I hope these could make up for it.” He showed a bag of all of my favourite snacks and a plushie. I teared up and hug him back tight. “Im just glad, im with you right now.” He sigh in relief hugging me back. “Me too darling, me too.” We sat there on the floor hugging each other until its time to go back to the hotel. Throughout the walk, Shinyu held my hand tightly while I lean on him. Not wanting any space left at the moment.
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(Please do not steal my works!)
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ya-bug-boy · 2 years ago
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Im so glad I'm not the only one obsessed with the self aware reader and submas story! If you dont mind, please continue the story! Its the one thing that helps me stay sane these days 🥲
Submas x Self Aware Reader! part 6
You're lost in thought, hands protectively holding onto your backpack which contains the royal honey you needed for your potion. There's a good chance that the potion could have a potential poisonous element in its brewing, so you required the royal honey and spring water from the Forbidden Forest to negate its affects.
Similar to before, the train ride that would ordinarily take hours to reach your destination happens in only a few seconds. The three of you return back to the safe borders of Moondrop, safe and sound. The twins immediately exit the train first, turning their bodies around to face you.
"Thank you," You say politely as you step off your train. "The journey took much longer than anticipated. Why don't you two step inside to rest?"
At first the twins aren't sure what you meant by this but you walk to your train office, which was also your home. This was usually an area not implemented into the game! So the twins are very excited to see what your home is like.
You unlock the door and the player characters fight to pass through first, momentarily blocking each other before they're allowed in. To the twins, they see the train station, a momentary black screen, before they see your wondrous home.
Your home is actually many times bigger on the inside. An elegant home furbished with black plank floors and white walls, decorated everywhere with potted herbs and plants hanging in glass bottles. Your living room was also your kitchen, there was the ordinary wood-fueled stove with a mighty large black cauldron a few paces away. The most modern piece of furniture you have is what resembles a fridge but its appearance suggests it's from three decades ago. There were many bookshelves filled to the brim with ancient texts of the kingdoms that fell out of existence prior to Moondrop. Specks of radiant light shimmered in and out of darkness, much like fireflies.
The two walk around your home, taking in delight of being able to see this. Emmet excitedly points out a certain window, which is where you sold your train tickets. Ingo immediately runs over and tries to sit in your spot, to which Emmet whines about taking his turn. You can't help but to chuckle lightly, it's strange how the twins found you to be so interesting, but you're thankful for it.
"Is my life and home so interesting that you two fight over a chair?" You ask out loud, with a light laugh. You hear Emmet go "Mm-hmm!" in person as he finally gets a turn in your station chair.
"What is this statue?" Ingo asks out loud as he comes across a shrine in your corner.
The statue is a creature with numerous hands, all yielding a different mask. The creature itself is faceless. "This here is a shrine dedicated to appearances. It allows me to change how I look. Though it takes an even greater magic to completely change your body, which is what I've done several decades ago. This statue mostly allows me to change the length and color of my hair." You demonstrate by standing before the statue. You take off your train conductor hat. Your ordinarily short hair suddenly changes into two times its original length." You hear the twins clap and applause, taking in delight over your new appearance. This was technically considered new character art that they've never seen before!
"I normally don't really don't care much for my hair and because I'm always wearing a hat." You stop to pause, about to change your hair back to its original length when you turn to the twins and stare. You glance away for a moment, being embarrassed. "Well. Since you two take so much delight in it, would you two like to help me pick a new haircut?"
A "yes" or "no" box appears for the twins and they immediately click yes! You can't help but to smile and laugh with how eager they are, despite your limitations with them.
You stand back in the center of the sigil on the ground. "Very well. I will continue to change my hair. Simply raise your hand when you think I've found something suitable." For the next several moments, your change your hair into various styles. Women's, men's, androgynous styles all appear for the twins. Sometimes you see one twin excitedly declare a certain look to be good, but it leaves the other twin dissatisfied. Ingo seems to prefer you with a longer length of hair where Emmet likes it cut short. It's impossible for them to decide and you laugh when you hear them bicker in person. But finally, they do manage to find something that works. They fight over the color of your hair as well. Ingo seems to prefer natural tones whereas Emmet wants to see you in every shade of color before deciding.
Long black hair tucked into a bun with your bangs cut short. Your eyes aren't usually seen under the brim of your hat, so the twins both agreed to keep your bangs short so they can see it. Your face is clearly visible and your hair can adjust its length at your free will, tied up or left down.
The twins finish deliberating and conclude with this. "Ah, thank you. This feels refreshing," you say as you pat your bangs. You reach for your hat but realize it wouldn't work with your current hair style. And after all the deciding it took the twins to do to reach this conclusion, you find yourself not wanting to put the hat on. You put it on the counter of your ticket station.
"My head feels oddly light without a hat now," you confess with another laugh. "Perhaps I should look into a new one." The twins get excited over another possibility of being able to customize you again but the option never appears.
You walk away from the statue and sigil and peer into your cauldron. You hum in thought. "I'm feeling rather hungry. If you two don't mind waiting for me to cook something." But both twins immediately stand up again, their character models offering you crops from their latest harvest. This leaves you perplexed. They had their crops with them their whole journey into the Craymore Moutains? Is that...what they were eating to recover their health? Raw vegetables? When did they catch that fish?? Did they consume it whole, scales and bones? You belly laugh again as you accept their crops, taking it into your hands. This world was certainly strange, strange beyond words or belief. No wonder either of the player character looks injured.
"Well, this does look high quality..." you say as you examine the crops. "Would you two like to help me?" The twins immediately get excited, but to them this is just another minigame with a cooking theme.
You decide to make several dishes, while explaining to the twins in real life how to make the recipes. You make roasted sea bass, mashed potatoes, a light tomato pasta, and for dessert, you give both twins the recipe for your strawberry pie. You look at the dinner, it all looks amazing, the smell of the food wafted into your home, lingering in the air...but the twins can't eat this food. Their player characters can't eat this because they hadn't taken any damage yet, they were both healthy. You got carried away with cooking because there was just a profound sense of joy of being with others to cooking and sharing a meal. But you can tell that the twins are proud of themselves for doing a perfect job on the cooking minigame, as the food literally radiates a shining glimmering light.
You're about to eat when you hear it, there was another noise in the distance of the twins' actual home. There's a momentary pause of silence as both twins disappear from their computers. You're not sure what to make of this but the twins exit the game. Their character models leaving in an instant as well.
Since you're limited to this world and aren't really knowledgeable about the technology that binds you to them, you grow worried. You run to your crystal ball and once again pierce through the veil that was blocking you from viewing their world. An extraordinary amount of magic is required to do this but to them, you're using the camera on their laptops.
You see them with food of their own. Oh. They simply disappeared to grab food of their own. But then you see that it's nearly the same ingredients you used to make your dinner from earlier. The only difference being that the fish they were using was red in hue.
The twins disappear through a hallway of their home. Where were they going? Surely there was another way to see where they were going? Maybe the crystal ball can access another point of view? You immediately get up from your seat, knocking over papers and materials from your desk as you go to your potion cabinet. It is no doubt that you had magic, no doubt you were in fact the strongest mage in this world but you were limited to this game specifically. In order to interact into the twins' real world, you needed a boost, akin to a caffeine drink.
You uncork a glass potion and down it, the magical energy of the potion surges through your body and you swallow heavily. It burns as you drink it, bubbling with electricity. With your eyes open and dazzling a certain kind of light, you rush back over to the crystal ball. Energy manifests and swirls around your feet as you pierce the veil again but through another connection!
You were on their smart phone now, looking at them through the camera. The phone was propped up against a bag of flour so the twins can look at it. It looks like they're actually cooking the food they made in the minigame, but in real life. Your heart falters at this, a blooming sense of joy deep in your chest. They were making the food so they could eat with you.
But why? You were simply a character made for their entertainment. But then you take note of the kitchen interior. It's a modern kitchen, unlike yours but you take note of the aprons the twins were wearing. It had your insignia, your mark of The Golden Eye.
But then you see it. A giant yellow spider beast crawling on the ceiling. It approaches Emmet. He does not take note of it! The beast is unlike any monster you've ever seen, why was it in their home?!
"Emmet, EMMET LOOK OUT!" You scream into your crystal ball, before clamping your mouth shut.
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holly-fixation · 3 months ago
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Three... Guards?: Ch 16
Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.
Kalm offered a small break from the journey awaiting them all.
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Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien
Chapter 16: Queen's Blood
Tifa and Strife left the rooftop not long after spotting the former Crimson Soldier, Tifa to attempt to get some rest while Strife said he had a few more things to take care of before he could turn in for the night. The older blond dropped Tifa off at her bedroom door, and she took one final deep breath before opening it. 
Almost everything was the same as she left it, but her bed was claimed by the crimson beast they found in the lab.
“Sorry…” came the only apology, Aerith's whisper just above the quiet breaths of the other occupants. 
The couch sat unattended with a white sheet and blanket on its cusions. The two remnants of Sephiroth that shared the room were laying in their same locations with only pillows, stirring slightly away from the door. 
“Don't worry about it,” Tifa brushed off softly before taking the saved place.
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“Apparently it's ‘Queens Blood’,” Strife explained to Cloud, blue eyes locked on the gifted deck from the owner of the inn.
“It's an effective method for obtaining information, cards, and gil,” Genesis defended. 
“So why didn't you save us all trouble and get a third room?” Barret called out. 
“Because I'm no master of a children's card game, as easy as it is to pick up. Abilities become difficult to manage and decks are limited to fifteen cards. I lost. And per our agreement, I donated my previous winnings to street musicians.”
“Look, I'll take care of getting the rest of us upgraded weapons if you two can focus on finding Shinra's next move,” Cloud suggested while holding a hand to his head, earning an odd look from his future self. “You said you've already changed things. Let's make sure Shinra and Sephiroth are on the same track so we can cut them off.”
The Remnant attached to Cloud's hip stared at the ground despite the eyes on him. 
“And also… maybe…” Aerith spoke up with a small raise of her hand, “relax and enjoy the town a little? Only for a few hours.”
Both Cloud Strifes stared hard. 
“We could all use a real rest,” the one armed father agreed. “As much as sleepin’ on rocks in the middle of dead lands was nice and all.”
“And we won't be stopping anyone if we burn ourselves out,” the bartender mentioned, her crimson eyes sparkling against mako blues. “And I… I'm still recovering from everything last night.”
Strife closed his eyes with a sigh and Cloud turned away. 
“...Fine. Two hours. Then we get out of town,” the leader relented.
Aerith and Tifa high fived. 
“Broden said to meet him here when we're ready to leave Kalm,” Strife added. 
“Then that's where we'll meet.” Cloud said no more on the matter. He felt the weight of the child at his side but made no mention of it, walking out into the Republic themed town outside. 
Worn cobblestone streets connected every inch of commercial and residential land, mapping the town so perfectly it was simultaneously difficult and easy to lose oneself in it. It took longer than Cloud would've liked to identify the weapons shop. 
The owner seemed surprised when they walked in. Cloud's hands itched for the sword on his back, but he forced himself to wait. “Something wrong?”
“Not used to seeing kids in here is all. Is he old enough?” 
“He won't be touching anything. He likes to look.” 
“Well, then what will it be today?”
“What do you have?” Despite a glance around the store, none of the weapons on display suited his party at all. 
Just their luck, the store had everything useful in the back, but there was no way Cloud or anyone in their group had enough money to buy a gun prosthetic, a double wide long sword, a magic staff, two sets of combat gloves, a feathered collar, a new pistol, and a small katana. 
Cloud purchased his own upgrade first and walked away. 
The child at his side poked at his pockets. 
The blond shuffled through its contents and found the small box gifted by the store owner. “Huh. Good idea.”
It looked like it was time to duel. 
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The flower girl paced along the entrances to far too many colorful shops, each with bows and collars and necklaces of beautiful and sometimes amazing power. 
“We still need instant knockout resistance, frog immunity, physical and magical dampening resistance, poison immunity if we're lucky,  and Stop diffusers. How long do you think it'll take us to make enough Gil for all the accessories we need?” Aerith turned to the oldest boy, who stared at her like a Nibel deer in headlights. 
“Uh? Uhhh???”
“Okay, maybe that's too much to ask. Can you carry the bags then?”
“Yes please.” 
* * * 
“Why didn't you take Loz for this…?” Yazoo questioned as he balanced a multitude of bottles. Potions, ethers, antidotes, meals. The pile blocked most of his sight.  
“Because you said you wanted to check out the tavern.” Barret's loud reply came. “The hell did you think I was doin’ bringin’ ya?”
“I assumed you volunteered to allow Tifa more rest…”
“Well that too. Can't have her tucker out so quickly. Been through a lot and all.” 
“Can't we create some of these items for free using an item transmuter and what we found in the badlands…?”
“Find us a transmuter without Shinra tracking and then we'll start talking.”
The boy sighed, adjusting the bottles. “Can we at least purchase a sack for this then…?”
“I'll think on it.”
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“Why do you have interest in this anyway?” Genesis questioned before playing the first Shinra Trooper card of the game, keeping the real troop in sight through a window of a café. 
“The game represents human tactical abilities. I appreciate your willingness to play a few rounds with me.” Red XIII played a grassland wolf. Both recently escaped lab rats kept an ear on Shinra's men, hoping for a useful slip up. 
“I have to ask, how did a creature like you end up in Hojo's lab?”
“I could ask the same of you.”
“Fair enough. But I'm positive my story will trap us here until dawn. May I at least ask where you're from?”
The creature grumbled. The man in red sighed in defeat, a new card on the mat. 
* * * 
“How dare you break through my impenetrable fortress by cheating,” the woman surrounded by a wall of cardboard boxes proclaimed.
“What cheating? You're delusional,” Cloud scoffed. 
“I see just fine with these protected eyes I have, and the little one at your side does not hide his subtle hints to your deck.”
Mako eyes met a head of silver hair that refused to look at either players. “He could not care less.”
“I'll only accept defeat and give you the reward you so desire if you allow me to play the child in a fair match.”
“Are you really that petty?”
“You walk through my impenetrable defenses and judge how I view my enemies?”
“...fair enough.” Cloud sighed, kneeling down to capture the boy's attention. “Just one round so we can move on?”
Kadaj gave the smallest of pouts. 
“I will never ask you to do this again.”
The remnant hesitantly grabbed the cards, eyes glazed and movements slow. 
“Now,” The woman announced, “let the battle begin.”
First turn belonged to the boy who skimmed the cards, reading each ability carefully. He kept looking between his hands and the playing field. 
Cloud looked over the child's shoulder. 
“Ah-ah-ah! No aid!”
“It's not aid.” The blond pressed a button behind the dragon, signaling the next move. All of Kadaj's cards required too many pawns to use. He couldn't do anything if he wanted to. 
His bad start was not balanced by his skill. In fact, Cloud stepped behind the child because he kept cringing at every decision made.
He might be able to turn this around if he-
Nope. Never mind. 
But if he uses that card just right-
Of course not. Not a chance. 
The end score tipped the scales with the greatest number of chips: 25 to 28.
Well at least she was bad at the game too. 
Cloud couldn't wait to get back on track and end these useless hours of rest. At least it earned them all new weapons. 
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To be continued…
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Note: I tired myself out on this chapter very quickly. Turns out I'm not cut out for filler. We'll get back on track next time in the Grasslands. 
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cuttingcophater · 2 months ago
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i wake early in a house of friends and dress. we wear the same thing as each other; black jeans, black tshirt. no bag. no phone. friend artlessly applies dark make up over her identifiable features to stop ai ID'ing her. we leave and run for the train. on the walk from the train station to the park where the black bloc will meet to pre brief, friend speaks a poem into the dark. i've heard this poem before and wish i had a written version. i know i'll hear it again.
soon we're on the picketline and we've been getting bashed for two or three hours at this point. we're running around, breaking police lines. breaking mounted unit lines. i feel alright. i look around and they've got friend. they're bashed her behind three lines of police i know we can't pass. i can't help it; i start to sob. i put my hand over my mouth as i cry and my tears wet my bloc. someone hugs me and lets me go again. i feel rough hands snatch me and im dragged away and forced onto the concrete. my hands are zip tied behind my back. i call out to my friend who was arrested and she tells me she loves me.
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sunset-bridge · 1 year ago
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hi hi! cat clowder update . from october 12th 2023
second day ive been hanging out with the clowder. i want to give a name to the group.. im thinking train clowder. or oil clowder. they live in the train car... conductor clowder..station clowder..subway clowder'??
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ANYWAYS. i brought some wet cat food for them : ) at first i only saw Colmillo (the white one) and Solecito. but soon Daisy and the tuxedo kitty (havent nicknamed him, thinking Sam) showed up also.
I am learning more about them. Daisy is very cautious, she seems to have a loner personality. actually, i dont think you can see her in any of these photos LOL! she was there all the time , but instead of laying down, she kept going away for a bit, walking, then coming back. making rounds. it seems she may prefer to be alone.
Colmillo and Solecito seem to get along well. They seem to stay close together most of the time.
The gray kitty, i think im nicknaming him Nebby. Well, he is part of the clowder! He seems to be very delicate and curious... likes to approach from above but keeping his distance! he has very beautiful emerald green eyes, that you cant see well in this photo (thank you sun)
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The tabby brothers, Trueno and Tormenta. I have learned to differentiate them from eachother! Trueno has a more wide-set face, that also appears smaller because he doesnt have as much cheek fluff as Tormenta (may trueno be a girl?) . He also has 6 black stripes on his tail. Tormenta, has a more balanced face, with cheek fluff, and 4 black stripes on his tail. Their eyes are a different hue as well.
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Trueno seems to be playful and silly! I saw him playing happily with a piece of trash >_< he was rolling around ehehe. cute ~~
Anyways! Development! I spent around an hour or so with them in the early afternoon before class. Then, i had the opportunity to go back to them a bit later, i had bought a muffin so i wanted to give them a few crumbs and just say hi again.
Well! Colmillo surprised me because she got quite close! I didnt dare try to pet her yet, but she bumped into my leg a bit??! Amazing! I hope we can become good friends soon..... ! I think if Colmillo becomes closer to me, Solecito may get the courage to also come closer.
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Thats it, thank you for coming to the clowder update.
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korealog · 4 months ago
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(1) I love you, Seoul (ENG/DE) — Tuesday & Wednesday, 23.& 24.07.24
(ENG)
Well, have you missed me yet? ;) It's been quiet here for a few days now, but I have all the more to tell you. Let's start on Tuesday. When I arrived at Seoul Central Station, I was already looking forward to exploring the city. But first I made my way to my accommodation. I arrived at around 6.00 pm, dropped off my things and headed out again straight away. Then I made my way to the Hangang River. But first I had to have a look at the HYBE building. This is the company of all my favourite artists like BTS, Enhypen, TXT, BOYNEXTDOOR etc. Seeing the building in front of me in real life didn't feel real... but it was an amazing moment for me. After that, it was really time for me to head to the Hangang River. Even at this time of day, Seoul is still not quiet but you could still enjoy a certain peace and quiet. So I spent a whole 2 hours just walking along the river & soaking up everything around me. At around 11.30pm I went to the convenience store opposite my accommodation to get some food. The journey had made me pretty tired, so I went to bed at around 12am. On Wednesday I set off at around 10am to go to a special event for Jimin's album ‘MUSE’. Usually I could only follow such events via social media, so if I'm in Seoul at that time I have to take advantage of it. When I arrived at the venue, I took a number & waited for 3 hours before I could get in. In the meantime, I went to the nearby café. It was full of fans & almost all the seats were taken. To avoid waiting outside in the heat, I promptly sat down next to a young woman & after a while we got chatting. She had travelled all the way from Daegu to Seoul (about 2 1/2 hours by train). The conversation was very pleasant and a good way to pass the time. Then finally I was allowed into the exhibition! It was beautifully arranged & the atmosphere was simply impressive. Everywhere the theme ‘Smeraldo Garden’ was picked up with the self-designed flower of BTS - Smeraldo. After about an hour and a half I had seen everything & maybe shopped a bit, haha. And off I went to the Gangnam neighbourhood. Yes, that's right Oppa Gangnam Style. You all know that song, right? ;)
To be continued...
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Na, habt ihr mich schon vermisst? ;) Jetzt war es ein paar Tage still hier, aber dafür habe ich umso mehr zu erzählen. Fangen wir am besten am Dienstag an. In Seoul am Hauptbahnhof angekommen war ich schon voller Vorfreude die Stadt zu erkunden. Erstmal habe ich mich aber auf den Weg zu meiner Unterkunft gemacht. Gegen 18:00 Uhr bin ich angekommen, habe meine Sachen abgeworfen & mich gleich wieder auf den Weg nach draußen gemacht. Dann ging es für mich auf den Weg zum Hangang River. Vorher musste ich mir aber noch das Gebäude von HYBE anschauen. Hier ist die Company aller meiner Lieblingskünstler wie BTS, Enhypen, TXT, BOYNEXTDOOR etc. Das Gebäude in echt vor mir zu sehen hat sich nicht real angefühlt… aber umso bewundernswert war dieser Moment für mich. Danach ging es nun aber wirklich für mich an den Hangang River. Auch zu dieser Uhrzeit ist Seoul noch nicht still & trotzdem konnte man eine gewisse Ruhe genießen. So bin ich also ganze 2 Stunden einfach nur am Fluss entlang spaziert & habe alles um mich herum aufgesaugt. Gegen 23:30 Uhr habe ich mir im Convenience Store gegenüber meiner Unterkunft noch ein bisschen Verpflegung geholt. Die Fahrt hatte mich doch ganz schön müde gemacht, sodass ich gegen 12 Uhr schon schlafen gegangen bin. Am Mittwoch habe ich mich gegen 10 Uhr auf den Weg gemacht um zu einem speziellen Event für Jimins Album „MUSE“ zu gehen. Sonst konnte ich solche Events nur über Social Media verfolgen, wenn ich schon einmal zu der Zeit in Seoul bin muss ich das ausnutzen. An der Location angekommen, habe ich eine Nummer gezogen & bevor ich rein konnte dann doch 3 Stunden gewartet. In der Zeit bin ich ins nahegelegene Café gegangen. Es war voller Fans & fast alle Plätze waren belegt. Um nicht draußen in der Hitze zu warten, habe ich mich prompt zu einer jungen Frau gesetzt & nach einer Weile sind wir ins Gespräch gekommen. Sie ist extra aus Daegu nach Seoul gekommen (ca. 2 1/2 Stunden Zugfahrt). Das Gespräch war sehr angenehm und ein guter Zeitvertreib. Dann endlich durfte auch ich in die Ausstellung! Es war wunderschön hergerichtet & die Atmosphäre war einfach nur beeindruckend. Überall war das Thema „Smeraldo Garden“ aufgegriffen mit der selbst entworfenen Blume von BTS - Smeraldo. Nach ungefähr eineinhalb Stunden hatte ich alles gesehen & vielleicht auch etwas geshoppt, haha. Und auf ging es für mich in Viertel Gangnam. Ja, richtig Oppa Gangnam-Style. Den Song kennt ihr doch alle ;)
Fortsetzung folgt…
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