#Sports Package(Perfect for Athletes)

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Pay Attention To Me | Leah Williamson x Reader 

synopsis: do you know what's worse than dating a football player? dating a football fan.

warnings: brief mention of sex

wc: 2.5k words

Sometimes you wonder to yourself what possessed you to date a footballer. You weren’t athletic or sporty, and unlike your athlete brothers, you didn’t enjoy any sport enough to stick to it. Your only means of exercise was pilates and the occasional trip to the beach in your cute bikini. 

So how did you end up dating a professional footballer? 

You found yourself thinking about that question as you sit curled up on one end of the leather sofa browsing the Chanel website on your laptop. On the other end of the sofa, with her legs sprawled out and a beer bottle in one hand, sat your girlfriend. Leah was dressed in a grey hoodie and matching grey joggers; her hair was down, which was a rarity these days due to the heat, streaks of light blonde strands framing her pretty face. From your place on the sofa, you are granted the most breathtaking view of the ocean thanks to the expansive glass walls. The horizon stretches as far as the eye can see; the sky painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple. As the sun begins to set, it casts a golden glow over the water, making the waves glimmer and sparkle.

The villa was gorgeous, and exactly like how the pictures showed it to be. You had chosen the place yourself, tempted by the promises of walking out onto the deck and being able to jump into crystal clear waters. The spacious overwater bungalow features polished wooden floors, high vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, and furnishings in soft, neutral tones complemented by cool-tone vibrant accents. When you showed pictures of the villa to your girlfriend, she took once glance at it and handed you her gold amex card. She didn’t even ask you for the price. 

Back to your own question earlier, the short answer was that Leah was attractive as hell. She was also everything you could ask for in a partner. She's got a cracking sense of humour, she's passionate about her job, family-orientated, and it didn’t hurt that she was the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid eyes on. She made sure to spend as much time with you around her busy schedule. She accepted that you were high-matainance, and gladly indulged you. Leah was the whole package. Sometimes as you lay in bed, when the night is still and quiet, you would take a moment to thank your lucky stars that she walked into your life. 

However, no one in this world is perfect– even someone like Leah Williamson.

Your girlfriend’s biggest flaw was that she is a football player–and by extension– that meant she was a football fan.

And that was the problem. 

Today was the 2024 Euros final. England somehow managed to slither their way to the tournament final and will be facing Spain to compete for the title of Champions of Europe 2024. The original plan was to head over to the Williamson’s house so everyone could watch the game together. However, your birthday happened to fall in the week leading up to the final. As a birthday gift from your very generous girlfriend, Leah had surprised you with a week-long trip to the Maldives. Her only condition was that she gets to watch the Euros final at the villa 

Uninterrupted. 

And being the good girlfriend that you are, you were more than happy to compromise. That is until you realise that Leah has pretty much ignored you the entire day. 

Well– maybe ignore is the wrong term. She was acting the same this morning– ordering a breakfast spread fit for champions by the time you woke up, booking a luxury spa treatment for the both of you at the resort, and even letting you run wild with her card at the nearby mall where there’s a strip of high-end stores with names like Cartier, Vacheron Constantin, and Dior. You came strutting back to the villa in your new pair of Jimmy Choo kitten heels, while Leah trails behind you, her arms full of shopping bags– all of them belonging to you.

However, you were what other people would call clingy. You craved attention and affection more than the usual person. Physical touch was your love language, and most of the time, your girlfriend was more than happy to meet your needs. 

But not today it seems. 

She was far too busy watching a bunch of men on telly chase a ball around a field of freshly cut grass to pay enough attention to you.

Finally getting board of looking at bags and shoes on your laptop, you shut it down and put it aside. Stretching one leg over the length of the cream white sofa, you nudge Leah with your foot. “Lee…”

Without even moving her eyes away from the screen, your girlfriend just hums in reply. Rude.

Another nudge with your freshly manicured toes. “Leah”

Finally he blonde turns to you, grasping your foot with one hand effectively putting an end to your incessant poking. “What, baby?”

“I’m bored” You pout at her. 

“Then watch the game, darling” She tilts her head towards the 85” Samsung TV that is mounted on the wall. Her hand was now lightly massaging your foot and your calves, probably sensing how tense you are. 

You groan in reply, your head falling backwards dramatically. “That's exactly what’s boring me, Lee” 

Leah just smiles, but it’s a bit strained. She just wants to watch the game, and you’re making it hard for her to focus. She’s usually used to your indifference for the sport that she happens to make a career out of. You only "enjoyed" football when your girlfriend was playing. You attended all her matches and would cheer loudly for her when she's on the pitch. Whenever Leah would drag you along with to watch football matches as a spectator with her, you would reluctantly agree– after many kisses and promises of shopping afterwards– and armed with the latest copy of Vogue to pass the time. If she wasn’t on the pitch, you did not care.

You sneak a peek at her, wanting to see if she would indulge you further, but she was already turning her attention back to the TV. Stupid tv. 

You rattle your foot that is still under her hand. You didn’t know where this was coming from but you had enough of being pushed aside for a game of football. ���Leah!” 

And that’s when she snaps. 

“Fucking hell– would it kill you to be quiet! Can’t you see I’m trying to watch the match, mate?” She gestures wildly at the tv. Her eye brows were drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. When she looked at you again, her gaze was intense– piercing almost.

You glare back at her, hoping she can feel your wrath from her peripheral since she has once agin directed her eyes back to the tv. “m’not your mate” 

You huff audibly, snatching your foot back from her grasp. You could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside you. Sure, you had both compromised that Leah gets to spend one day to watch the game uninterrupted. And yes, you did get your girlfriend all to yourself during the last five days, but you couldn’t understand why she was pushing you away like this. You were being selfish, but who wouldn't be when their girlfriend is being uncharacteristically mean about it.

When you were in one of your moods, you had a habit of muttering under your breath when things don't go your way, making scathing, albeit humorous, remarks. It wasn’t long before the sounds of you grumbling under your breath could be heard by your now equally moody girlfriend. 

“bloody football…this was supposed to be a birthday trip yet my girlfriend is spending time watching ugly men kick a ball around…we could’ve been snorkelling and exploring the reefs or having sex on a yacht but nooooooo apparently football is more interesting”

Sometimes Leah found it cute but other times, like today, your grumbling was annoying and it was distracting her from the game. The blonde just wants an hour or two to watch football uninterrupted, yet you can't even give her that. She smacks her hand down hard on the sofa, startling you and putting an end to your angry muttering. Leah turns to you and glares. “If you want to keep grumbling like that go do it somewhere else. You’re actually fucking pissing me off. don't know why I even put up with you” She groans the last bit as she rubs her forehead like you were some sort of nuisance to her.  

That did it. 

You were annoyed at the lack of affection from your girlfriend, and the same person that you wanted attention from was now mad at you. You glare at her right back, but your eyes were starting to water and you were getting the sniffles.

Wrestling the blanket off your lap like you were fighting an alligator, you swing your legs off the sofa, ready to stomp to the room and slam the door like a mature lady when Leah grabs your arm before you can move. “Sorry. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, baby” 

You angrily wipe away a traitorous tear as it slides down your cheek, trying to shake off the blonde’s grip but she holds firm. She moves to stand on her own two feet until she’s standing in front of you. Leah crouches down slightly, forcing your eyes to meet her blue ones. She frowns when she notices your tear stained cheeks. “Darling…hey, look at me, please”

You meet her eyes, albeit reluctantly. She rewards your effort with a kiss on your wet cheek. “I didn’t mean it. Don’t cry, please. You’re breaking my heart, baby” 

“Oyarzabal…Cucurella! 2-1 SPAIN!! Time is running out and Spain are nearly there. Oyarzabal hooks the ball out left to Cucurella, who beats a flagging Walker with a lovely diagonal ball into the box.The substitute is stretching ahead of Stones, having timed his run to perfection in between England's two centre-backs, and slides to put Spain back in front. This might just be it for England…”

Shit.

You head snapped towards the tv in shock, your annoyance disappearing. While you weren't personally rooting for any of the two teams, your English girlfriend was rooting for England so you automatically were rooting for England too. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

You were anticipating a slew of cursed words from the Milton Keynes native, but her eyes had not left your face once, far too concerned about making sure you were okay. You were her number one priority, always. 

Taking a step closer to her, you rub the sides of her waist lightly. It was your turn to comfort your girlfriend. You hug her, pressing your head against her chest to listen to the rhythmic beating of her heart. It’s soothing and familiar, and any lingering feelings of frustration have completely disappeared. 

“The lads can pull one back” You say to her, peeking at the time running at the left top corner of the screen. Your girlfriend still hasn't said anything and you assume it's because she's sad about the score. “They’ve still got 10 minutes to equalise– plus additional time to play.” Just because you weren’t the biggest football fan out there did not mean you didn’t understand how the sport works. 

“Quit thinking about the match for a minute, baby, I don’t care about them right now. Are you sure you’re okay?” Leah pulls back slightly, cupping your face gently, and you lean into the warmth of her palms. 

“There’s nothing to forgive, Lee. I was just been silly” You pucker your lips up at her, and she grants your request with a grin. She kisses you once, and then again, pecking your lips repeatedly like she can’t get enough of you. 

You give her one more kiss, giving her a sharp bite on her lower lip before you pull away completely. Leah frowns at that, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. 

“I’m going to grab my laptop and watch Desperate Housewives out on the hammock. I’ll leave you to your football–alone– so you can focus.”

“What no. Baby, you can’t leave me when we’re one nil down during a Euros final” Leah gestures animatedly at the TV, the scoreline still showing Spain in the lead. “Stay with me. Watch your show right here with me” 

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

Without waiting for you to reply, Leah began pulling you by the hand back to the sofa. She sat down, tugging you onto her lap. You just laugh, not even bothering to reach for your abandoned laptop on the other side of the sofa. You snuggle into her, your chest pressed together, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. Just because you agreed to stay with her, doesn’t mean you were interested in watching the match. 

A buzzing from the inside of your short’s pocket startles you slightly. You glance at the screen, reading the text, and then gasp. 

“love, my Chanel sales associate is asking me if I’d like to book an appointment at their store to see their new collection! There’s actually a cute bag that I've been thinking about…"

Leah hums, distracted slightly, not even looking at the phone screen that you are practically shoving into her face. “Yeah, we can get your bag once we arrive back home” 

You squeal, already texting your sales associate to go ahead and book you in. 

“–only if England win it” The typing stops and your heart drops. Your celebration cut short. 

“w-what…b-but, love…” You look up at her to see if she was serious, and to your dismay there's not a hint of playfulness in her gaze. She's serious. Glancing back at the screen, you see England have only 5 minutes left to equalise if they want to play for additional time, but the seconds are ticking by quickly. 

Scrambling off your girlfriend’s lap, you take your place beside her on the sofa instead. You have never been more motivated to cheer for a team your girlfriend was not playing for. Mustering all the manifestation in the universe, and your desperate need for that Chanel medium 25cm double flap shoulder bag in pink quilted lambskin leather with silver metal trim, you shout from the top of your voice “C’mon, England!!”

Leah just laughs loudly beside you, yelling and whooping too. 

However, sports can be a cruel thing sometimes.

England did not end up winning the Euros, much to the dismay of your girlfriend— and probably an entire nation. However, you got your bag anyway. Leah could never say no to you. She would give you the entire world if you asked for it, but luckily all you wanted is a pink Chanel bag– for now. 

More spoilt!reader x Leah because you all seem to enjoy her.

I wrote this the day after the Euros and then abandoned it because I got stuck and experience a writer's block halfway lol. Hope it still delivered.

-- kisses, butter.

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THAT POST ABOUT CLEANING IN THE FLOWY DRESS? THINKIN ABOUT HANK? HNNNGGG PLEASE I BEG OF YOU

NSFW!Beast/AFAB!reader. - NSFW HCs! I was already on it when I got this ask heehee. These hcs were originally suppost to be part of another NSFW request I got for him but I was thinking about this too hard and comepletely forgot the actual theme of the req! So I decided to save it for later and just post it under your ask lol Anyway I need him my god. I was writing this while picturing watxm Hank but I'm pretty sure it works for any version. TWS: MDNI!!! smut under the cut. PNV smut. Eating out/head. Cum descriptions. Reader written with Fem in mind and also wearing a dress is mentioned, but overall no pronouns used. Creampie. Getting caught after the fact but not during the deed.

Okay, We all know that Logan has incredible stamina, and there's quite a few mutants that you would just expect that from anyway, but I'm 100% sure the one person that a good bit of people would NEVER expect to have insane stamina in bed is Hank. Like yeah he's nerdy, but dude straight up went to college on a SPORTS scholarship on top of his academic ones.

There is no fucking way this man has anything other than the most insane stamina. Dude is the perfect package of nerdy genius and athletic perfection. Can you imagine how long he could go on for in bed?? While you're sweaty and absolutely exhausted he's having the time of his life. Sure he's sweaty to but he's still. fucking. going?? It's like you'd been having sex for three minutes instead of four hours. He obviously gives you breaks and takes care of you, keeping you hydrated and such- but every time he begs you for "just one more". He's so gentle when he's gathering up your limp body and he's kissing your temples and forehead and massaging your tender spots, but he's a scientist at heart. He wants to know how far the two of you can really go, and he wants to know BAD.

I saw in a post somewhere on tumblr that he mentions that the one thing he doesn't have control of is his libido or something like that? It was from a comic snapshot so obviously this isn't even a hc it's fully cannon I don't make the rules.

THE FUCKING PHEROMONE THING!! For those of you who don't know, Hank was confirmed to have some minor Pheromone manipulation abilities. Like oh my god?? I definitely think that he will use it in sweet ways where he just wants some cuddles without asking you for them, but I feel like when he's hot and heated he just subtly does it without even knowing. Like he's super pent up one way and for some reason every time you greet him or pass him by you just start having more and more inappropriate thoughts about him. He'd feel so guilty if he catches himself doing it but at the end of the day, you don't really mind. Don't think too hard you beautiful big guy, can we just fuck already??

He will absolutely use his strength to hold you in any position possible. As long as you're both comfortable with it no position or hold is off the table for him. I don't think he'd be into BDSM or anything that has to do with hurting you, but I do think he's the type to read through the kamasutra and want to try all the positions to find the one you both enjoy the most.

He will fuck in the lab. He might do a whole "Oh my! Not in here, dear ;)" But most of the time he's instigating it! Sure he makes sure to lock the doors and everything but he's not shy when he has you splayed across his work tables, bent over you as he gently kisses and brushes his fangs over your skin. He likes how flustered it makes you.

He also cums A LOT. Like a lot a lot. He's most certainly got the heaviest balls you've ever seen, and they're not just for show. Every time he cums inside he causes you to practically overflow, and he's usually still cumming when he finally pulls out of you as well. He's a little embarrassed about it, and will clean you up very well because of that. He doesn't want you to deal with the sticky feeling of it drying on your skin, especially not if you have sensitive skin/texture issues. He is defiantly down to eat his one cum out of you though ;)

also, I think that he has a thing for long flowy dresses. I know there's a ton of dudes who say they like them bc of "easy access", and I know for a fact that Hank would find that sort of mindset disgusting. He just loves how beautiful and feminine you look in them, and also just happens to really enjoy the feeling of the fabric against his arms as he hitches up your skirt, his hands trailing up your thighs. As depraved as it might be, he also likes giving you head underneath your long skirts. He'd be apologising for being so ravenous and thanking you for letting him have you in such in intimate manner, all while giving you the most earth-shattering head. He's just so sweet about everything in the bedroom I swear.

    You swear you didn’t fully expect to be in this exact situation when you were getting dressed this morning. Sure, you knew exactly how much Hank loved to see you in sundresses and were definitely going for a certain reaction out of him, but you never would have expected to be pinned against the wall of his lab, his large hands cupping your ass and thighs as he holds you suspended whilst using the wall as leverage. His thick cock is pumping in and out of you at a quick, needy pace. He goes back and forth from biting his lips and letting his moans and groans ring out and echo in the cluttered space. You’d never done this position before, although you certainly knew that Hank had more than enough strength to pull it off. Still, you were sure that the image of him fucking you, hands beneath your long skirt as it bunches at your hips and drapes down below you, was certainly a sight to behold.

    “Ah- Please, let me know if this is uncomfortable in any way- nhg… I’m sure your anatomy is taking me quite… deeply, in this position.” Hank grunts, his thrusts deep and steadily paced in a manner in which he knows you like best. You smile at him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as your hands clench and unclench on his shoulders every time his thrusts catch you Just right.

    “Is that what you’re calling it now? “Studying” my anatomy?” You muse. You wonder if he had noticed you catching on to the glances and stares he does when he thinks you’re not paying attention. You purposely poke your chest out as you mention it, and Hank huffs in amusement before he buries his face into your semi-exposed cleavage,  licking and sucking as he shifts your weight onto one hand as the other takes hold of your cheek. He puckers your lips, nipping at the top of your breast before he pries himself away, sending you a smug smile as he leans in teasingly close.

    “You know, I really think we could be using that quick tongue of yours for something a little more useful than backtalk.” Hank chuckles. He kisses you in a way that leaves you breathless, still holding you effortlessly even with a single hand as he keeps up his thrusts. His free hand drifts down to your clit as your walls begin to flutter and clench around him, a sign that he knows means you’re approaching your peak and fast. His kisses match the intensity of his hips as he closes in on his own pleasure. You cum barely a second before he does, his cum warming your insides as he cums, and cums and cums. He overflows your cunt quickly, and it drips down your legs when he pulls out. Hank makes sure to help you keep your balance when he sets you down, your legs shaking from your orgasm but also a bit numb from the position he had you in. He kisses you gently as you recover from your high, doing so over and over again all across your skin. The gentle touches make you giggle a bit. 

    “Had a feeling that we would end up like this today. Maybe I should wear dresses like this more often.” You hum. Hank chuckles deeply before drawing you into another sensual kiss, his hands stroking up and down your now-clothed body in a loving way.

    “I wouldn’t mind testing that theory.” He says when he separates from the kiss. You shake your head at him, laughing a bit more as you cup his face with love.

    “Of course you wouldn’t.” You say sweetly. Hank is smiling at you, his hands beginning to wander again right before the two of you hear a mortifying swish of the doors. Hank quickly tucks himself back inside his pants before the two of you instinctively turn to face the door where Logan is standing with a bit of a confused look on his face.

    “Logan! We were just-”

    “Hey, Logan! Nothing to see here!” Both of you are scrambling to fix the situation, utterly and spectacularly failing as Logan takes one sniff of the air and then smirks.

    “I’m all for a bit of risk, but at least lock the door, lovebirds.” Logan gives the two of you a sardonic wave before marching straight back out the door. Leaving both you and Hank more than a little mortified. As embarrassing as it was, you can’t help but begin to laugh, Hank joining you as you shake off the adrenaline of technically being caught red-handed.

    “Let’s go wash off before we have any other unexpected visitors,” Hank suggests. You agree wholeheartedly, your laughter picking up once again as he lifts you off the ground in a bridal hold to head to the showers.

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Something Old, Something New

(Chapter One)

➬ Ken Sato x Fem reader

Summary : At first glance, Ken Sato seemed to have it all. With money, fame, and success surrounding his name, there was nothing he couldn’t get his hands on. They say money can buy happiness. That may be true to an extent, however, can money buy forgiveness? Unfortunately for Ken, no amount of money and influence can turn back time and change the past. No amount of bribery can erase the fact that he had chosen to abandon his wife in favor of pursuing his baseball career. That awful decision he made took place five years ago, when he was just starting out as a professional athlete. But now that he’s matured and had time to reflect on his actions, can he hope for a chance to rekindle his marriage? Or should he accept defeat and live with the consequences of letting the only woman he’s ever truly loved slip away from him?

Word count : around 2,500 words

Warnings : mentions of abandonment and neglect, arrogant Sato, sad reader, mentions of regret, angst

Author’s notes : comments and reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : This fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or stela my work.

Ken Sato. Looks, wealth, talent, charisma, and confidence rolled into one good looking package. 

The mere mention of his name was enough to cause an uproar of fanatics screaming and shouting in excitement, as if they were a pack of wolves howling at the moon. 

Though he was mostly known for his impressive baseball career, being named one of the most eligible bachelors in sports didn’t hurt his credibility either. If anything, playing the part of the charming ladies’ man only increased his popularity, especially to any of his adoring fans that were women, which most of them were.

After becoming one the biggest celebrities in both Japan and American sports, there weren’t many people who were ignorant of a household name such as his. Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him. 

To the public eye, Ken Sato seemed to have it all. But looks can be deceiving, can’t they? Especially when it comes to a man who’s spent years hiding his true feelings behind a veil of humor and charisma. 

No one could know how much he was struggling to keep it all together, or the depths of the affliction eating away at his heart. He was Ken Sato after all, and Ken Sato wasn’t weak, he was a legend, and legends never died, they prevailed. So, he must too.

No matter how much the reporters hounded him, using every possible tactic they could think of to pry into his personal life, Kenji never gave them more than a shred of minuscule details. Feeding them like rats, giving them only the bare necessities to satisfy their hunger for a short while before they came crawling back, demanding more. 

He never let them know more than he wanted, more than he felt like sharing, and frankly, there was a plethora of details he didn’t feel like sharing. 

His reputation of perfection probably wouldn’t uphold itself that well if the media knew about all the things he was wrestling with. Between being a newfound parent to a kaiju infant by day and a masked vigilante known as Ultraman by night, Ken didn’t exactly fit the cookie cutter version of “having it all together.” 

And if that wasn’t enough, then the shame he harbored towards a decision he made almost five years ago would definitely topple the pedestal he comfortably built his identity on. 

The press loved gossip, and they’d fight tooth and nail for even the smallest scintilla of drama. Twisting innocent words and blowing frivolous details out of proportions was the job of reporters. So, imagine the headlines they’d make if those reporters found out any real insiders on the life of the world-famous baseball player. 

Imagine the sales they’d make if a journalist ever got ahold of the information about his past, the same past he’s been hiding away from during his time back in Japan.  

He’s thought about calling, maybe writing a letter to express some form of condolences, but what if word got out? What if the press found out about the woman he used to be married to, the same one he abandoned five years ago in order to pursue his baseball career. 

Forget his most recent batting record, a scandalous story such as that would make headlines from both sides of the Pacific Ocean, and then there really would be nowhere else for him to hide from his past, lest he fancied moving somewhere more remote and secluded. 

If that day came, if Ken Sato was exposed for the decisions he made before becoming famous, then his reputation might take some irreparable damage. 

That’s why he was so closed off towards reporters, towards his teammates, towards everyone. 

Never let anyone close to you and they can never betray you. That’s how Ken Sato lives. 

At least, how he did live, before a little reptilian creature crawled into his life, forcing him to realize there were things that mattered more than wealth and fame.

Before taking care of a kaiju infant became the priority in his life, Ken Sato had rooted his worth in the success of his career. So once that career took off, offering him all the success and affluence he could ever want, he began to realize just how little he really had. 

Despite the riches, the popularity, all of it felt meaningless with no one to share it with. He could’ve held a party with hundreds of guests, surrounding himself with countless people all desperate to please him. Nevertheless, none of it would fill the emptiness engulfing his heart; knowing that no one he interacted with would ever see him as more than a means to financial gain and an increase in social status. 

He had a world full of convenience and opportunities at his fingertips, and yet, he never felt more detached from reality. 

His family was complicated, his friends were more like business partners who benefitted from their relations to him, and the one person he had ever felt truly comfortable around probably hated him now, after being dismissed in favor of baseball. 

In the end, even in a room full of dedicated fans, Ken Sato felt alone. 

However, then that little kaiju infant came along, and everything started to get better. Caring for a child, though tiring at first, gave Kenji something to work towards; a purpose that mattered more than advertising for energy drinks or scoring another record breaking hit at home plate. 

Emi finally gave him the one thing he always wanted, the same thing he always pretended not to need: family. 

After that, baseball didn’t seem to matter as much as it used to, unless he was teaching it to Emi. And all the wealth he had acquired over the years didn’t hold the same value as before, unless he was spending it on his adopted daughter. His lifestyle remained the same, but his heart was in a different place, a more peaceful one. 

Winning championships were more rewarding when he had someone to win for, someone to celebrate with afterwards. And now that he’d repaired the relationship between him and his father, things were looking promising for his future. 

But there was still one more roadblock, one last regret preventing him from moving forward completely. 

You. The woman he’d been married to for a whole year, and, regretfully, the same woman who asked for a divorce due to his neglectful and inconsiderate disregard for her. 

He was young and immature back then, foolishly believing the pursuit of his baseball career was more important than maintaining a healthy marriage. He was arrogant, thinking that extravagant gifts and vacations would keep you happy and secure his role as a provider. 

But he was ignorant to think that being married to you meant he no longer had to earn your affection. All the money and gifts in the world couldn’t make up for the fact that he was never home, and that you were never his priority back then. 

Every morning he’d wake up early, well before you, just to attend practice. And every night he’d come home late, just after dinner, claiming he had needed to stay longer than normal to practice more. 

You’d set out a plate for him, but after his baseball career started taking off, he didn’t really have the time for things such as family dinners or game nights; or so he said. 

He’d usually come home and skip dinner, taking a shower or going to sleep instead. You didn’t necessarily blame him for that, it was only natural for him to be tired from practice. But as the days of barely seeing him turned into months, and he started traveling consistently for his games, you started to feel more like a stranger to him than his wife. He was your husband on paper, but, in the confines of your home, you barely knew how to keep a conversation with him anymore. If you were being honest, you didn’t even really know him that well anymore. 

At least, not as much as you used to. Things were different when you first got married, he wasn’t always so arrogant and inconsiderate. Instead, he was passionate and playful, always knowing how to make you laugh after crying. Even on your first date, he was romantic and charming, making you blush to yourself every time a compliment slipped past his lips. 

But I guess the honeymoon phase people always warn you about before marriage was real; at least, it was for you and Kenji. 

Once his baseball career started taking off, the fame must’ve gotten to his head, and he forgot about the one woman who had been supporting him from the sidelines all along. You had gone to every game, recorded all his winning homeruns, supported his career even though it meant holding off on pursuing yours. And yet, he repaid you with neglect, with a one-sided marriage.

You held on for a while, convinced that he would come around, that his behavior would change and he would reflect on his actions. But after the one-year anniversary of your marriage arrived and he wasn’t even in town to celebrate with you, that’s when you made your decision. You were done being a second choice. 

You got in contact with a lawyer, gathered divorce papers and waited with bated breath till he got home from his trip. And the moment he walked in the door, you practically shoved the papers in his face, all the emotions you’d kept bottled up for so long suddenly coming out in a volcanic eruption of shouting and sobbing. 

And surprisingly enough, he stayed quiet through the majority of it, just watching with a hollow stare as you unleashed all the frustration you’d been harboring towards him. And without a word, he took the papers from you and fished out a pen from his desk drawer, signing them in silence. 

Maybe he had realized from your onslaught of emotions that you were better off without him, that he was clearly causing you pain, and you’d be happier once he set you free of him. Or maybe he really was just that heartless and figured now was the perfect opportunity to get rid of you. Either way, your stomach seemed to twist into a knot at the way he so casually signed those divorce papers and handed them back to you. 

This was what you had wanted, wasn’t it? You’re the one who had gathered the papers in the first place, you should’ve been happy that he was finally ending it, finally setting you free. And yet, you felt yourself holding back tears at his lack of emotion. He didn’t try to argue, he didn’t plead with you to give him another chance like you had expected him too. He just admitted defeat, giving up on trying to fix your marriage and taking off for Japan two days later. 

He left, leaving you back in America while he returned to his home country to continue baseball there; abandoning his American team in the middle of their journey to the championships. 

He had given you an opportunity to move on, to become the person he always prevented you from being, and so you took it.

You cut all forms of communication, threw out everything of his that he didn’t take when he left, and moved into your own apartment. It was a fresh start, a clean slate, and you finally had the chance to chase after your dream career, just like he had been doing.  

So, you did, and you didn’t give up. You refused to, you owed this to yourself, and you weren’t going to waste any more time pouring effort into someone who didn’t appreciate it. 

So, you worked, tirelessly, anxiously, until the day came when your newest novel finally become a bestseller all around the nation, and you were officially titled a successful author. 

Now it was your turn, to stand in front of a crowd of adoring fans, to sign autographs and attend fan events. It almost reminded you of your ex-husband, how people used to scream his name and cheer for his success. But now they were cheering for you, supporting you like he hadn’t. You almost laughed at the irony of it all. Five years ago, you would’ve never imagined the life you’d made for yourself now, celebrating your fourth bestselling novel in a row and becoming a well-known author like you always dreamed of. 

And yet, looking back, none of this would’ve been possible had you not been set free from the restraints your marriage to Ken Sato had bound you to. Without him and the neglect he subjected you to, you wouldn’t have worked as hard as you did. So really, in a way, you had him to thank for how far you’ve come and all the success you’ve accomplished. Because if he never signed those papers five years ago, you would still be tied down to a one-sided marriage. 

But you weren’t, and thank God for that.

Now you had moved on, and so had he. 

Or so you thought. 

Little did you know, Ken Sato was on a mission, and not as Ultraman this time. After undergoing the change and maturity necessary to become a parent to a kaiju infant, Kenji realized he needed to make things right between the two of you. Even if it had been five years since he last saw you. 

He wasn’t looking to ask you to take him back and rekindle your marriage, though he wouldn’t have minded if that ended up happening. Instead, he simply wanted to apologize for his actions, for being such a crappy husband back then. He had reflected a lot on the subject of your marriage over the past couple years, but, he never reached out in fear of your reaction to seeing him again. 

Although, after avoiding it for long enough, and getting a lecture about taking responsibility from his dad, he finally decided to go through with it and booked a flight back to America. 

He was nervous to say the least, but he knew he couldn’t back out. Even if you screamed and yelled at him, he had to take accountability for his past actions and apologize for the pain he’d caused you, for pushing you to the back burner while he allowed baseball to take priority in his life. 

He’d made peace with himself and his father already, thanks to the help of his adoptive daughter. So now it was time to make peace with you. And as he watched the plane lift off the ground from his window seat, he held his breath, wondering how you would react to seeing him again after so many years. 

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[brodygold]

A Costume Idea

Halloween had always been my favorite time of year, but this year felt different. There was an excitement in the air, something electric and unspoken, and I knew I wanted to do something big, something unexpected. My boyfriend Eric and I had always gone for the geekiest and nerdiest costumes we could think of—last year, we had dressed up as characters from our DND campaign as an example. But I wanted more this time. Something bold. Something that would turn heads at the party we were invited to.

It was a lazy afternoon in late October when I finally decided to float my idea by Eric. We were sprawled out in our small living room, surrounded by the usual chaos of comic books, snack wrappers, and game controllers. Eric was deeply engrossed in his laptop, playing a strategy game, while I fidgeted with my phone, trying to gather the courage to pitch my idea.

I cleared my throat, a little nervous. “Babe, I’ve got an idea for Halloween this year.”

Eric barely glanced up from his game, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What is it? Going as our druid and wizard pair again?”

I shook my head, grinning mischievously. “Not this time. I was thinking… football jocks.”

That got his attention. He paused his game, looking at me like I’d just suggested we shave our heads and join a cult. “Wait. Us? Football jocks?” He gave me a once-over, from my messy hair to my skinny frame. “Are you kidding?”

I laughed, knowing exactly why he was so skeptical. Neither of us were remotely athletic. We were both nerds to the core, preferring to spend our free time gaming, reading comics, or binge-watching sci-fi shows. The idea of us dressing up as sports jocks was so far outside our usual territory that it was almost absurd.

But that was exactly why I loved it.

“Hear me out,” I said, leaning in closer, my voice brimming with excitement. “Not just any football jocks. The Golden Army.”

Eric blinked, and I saw the recognition dawn on his face. The Golden Army was a famous team from a fantasy series we were obsessed with. They were the epitome of strength, loyalty, and camaraderie, their golden jerseys shining like armor in every battle on the pitch. They weren’t just players; they were legends.

Still, Eric looked uncertain. “I don’t know, Daniel… we’re not exactly… jock material. We wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“That’s the point!” I said, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. “It’s totally out of character for us. No one will see it coming. Plus, it’s Halloween! Isn't the whole point to be someone you're not for one night? Let’s surprise everyone.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the golden uniforms I had found online. They were perfect, gleaming in the photo like they had been forged in a fantasy world.

Eric studied the picture for a moment, biting his lip. I could tell he was starting to come around, but he was still hesitant. “It feels… weird,” he said quietly, glancing at me with a half-smile. “I mean, we’re not exactly built for this.”

“We don’t have to be,” I said, nudging him playfully. “It’s just for one night. Come on, babe, we’ve done the nerd thing every year. Let’s try something new. Think about it—walking into that party, heads turning, everyone doing a double take. We’ll look like total badasses.”

Eric looked at me, his resistance softening. I could see the idea starting to take root. After a long pause, he finally sighed and smiled. “Fine, you win. Let’s do it. But if we end up looking ridiculous, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

I laughed and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Deal.”

The next few days were a whirlwind of excitement as we waited for the uniforms to arrive. When the package finally came, I could barely contain my enthusiasm. I tore into the box and pulled them out. They were more beautiful than I had imagined. The gold practically shimmered in the light, and the detailing along the shoulders made them look like something straight out of a fantasy novel. I handed one to Eric, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Ready?" I asked, already pulling the jersey over my head.

"I guess so." Eric said, clearly more hesitant. He headed off to the bathroom to put his on.

As I continued putting the uniform on, my body developed a tingling sensation. My head started feeling fuzzy, and I could only barely focus on putting the rest of it on. When it was fully put on, I noticed some changes happening to my body.

My narrow shoulders pushed outward, widening as my chest expanded beneath the jersey. My arms, once skinny and lanky, swelled with muscle, biceps bulging. My legs, always lanky and weak, filled out, becoming thick and powerful like those of a seasoned athlete, filling out the pants nicely. My rear became a nice round bubble butt, perfect for attracting any guy I wanted. It was nice, but it terrified me. I wanted to stop it but no matter what I tried the changes kept happening.

"Babe? What's going on?" I yelled out. But Eric didn't hear me, likely on his way through his own transformation.

Next came the mental changes. My interests shifted entirely from nerd to jock. Memories of watching sci-fi movies became watching football games. Playing board games turned into playing all kinds of sports and working out to keep my body in shape. Meeting Eric on a dating app became meeting on the football team, hooking up soon after. My love for Eric became stronger than ever now that we were hot jock bros. After all, isn’t that what we always were? Both me and Eric are wide receivers, that’s right. I remember now. Eric says I’m getting dumber by the day.

Speaking of the broski, that’s when he came out of the bathroom in his uniform, the number 22 showing proudly on the front. “Ready to go to the party bro?”

I smirked at my hot boyfriend, putting the finishing touches on my face. “You know it bro!” I grabbed his ass, squeezing firmly Luke the good boyfriend I am.

“Let’s go show them how the Golden Army parties!”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hypno-Drafted

NFL all-star Luke Novak wasn't happy that I drafted him. He swore he was going to reject the offer, so I pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. The quarterback's snarl stretched into a smile. He realized he couldn't wait to sign the contract. He belonged to me, now.

Luke wasn't the first player I hypnotized since buying this team. I brought all 53 of my players under control the second I could, suppressing their old habits, aspirations, and personalities to replace them with an attitude that better aligns with my vision for our team.

They don't speak. They don't joke around or slack off. They only shout "Yes, Coach!" and obey commands to push their bodies harder and harder each night. It's grueling, and they don't have any time outside of football, but the NFL has never seen a more god-like group of dedicated athletes.

My men are ruthless against their opponents, but they must be restrained when it comes penalties. Each player is programmed to know what happens if he messes up and gives the other team an advantage.

Luke Novak messed up tonight when he caused a false start. He let me down.

He knows he needs me to teach him a lesson.

Luke Novak marched over to me after the game, still clad in his sweaty match gear. His heavy steps echoed through the empty stadium as he stomped through the mud. His face was as emotionless as the day I first drafted him, but a raging boner strained against his tight uniform pants. His unblinking eyes were locked on me his owner.

"I am an embarrassment to you, sir," he stated monotonously with his deep voice, "Please, let me make up for the penalty."

"Go ahead," I encouraged, excited for what would happen next.

The quarterback slowly began peeling off his sweaty jersey and pads, stripping down to nothing but the damp underwear beneath his soaked uniform. The harsh stadium lights highlighted the pounds of muscle he'd gained under my control. His eyes vacantly stared into mine as he undressed, and the indifference on his face didn't flinch as his knees dropped to the squishy turf.

"Fuck some sense into me, sir," he begged without any emotion in his words.

His massive package was still rock hard as he stared at me; something I programmed into all of my athletes. All my football players got hard the second they saw the team's owner.

Pro-athlete Luke Novak swiftly turned on his knees and dropped to the ground, carelessly shoving his handsome face into the muddy ground as his bulky arms laid limply by his side. He raised his perfect muscle-butt in the air for the entire empty stadium to behold.

"I hope you learn your lesson, Luke," I moaned, pulling his underwear down and mounting him like a dog, "I don't care that we won. Next time, I expect a perfect game. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir!" a muffled reply came from somewhere between his smushed face and the grass.

I spent the next hour or so teaching my lesson to completion before hopping off him and telling him to hit the showers. The football pro didn't seem anymore upset or expressive than he had when he first marched over.

Luke Novak just stood, collecting his discarded clothing beneath a muscled arm. His face and chest was covered in grass and mud, but he didn't seem to notice or care. His dick still rose to full mast when he looked at me.

"Yes, sir," he answered and turned, marching back to the lockeroom like the obedient football boy he was.

He seemed to waddle a bit awkwardly as he walked, but his bare ass was perfect, even from 50 yards away. I'd never been a sports man, but this football team was easily the best investment of my life.

[giuliettagaltieri]

Number One Fan

Pairing: Pro Athlete!Eren Jaeger x Fan!reader

Synopsis: You have always been there to cheer him on, if only he would look at you the same way you look at him.  But who are you compared to the all too perfect Mikasa?

Warning: Giving too much x giving too little, angst, unprotected sex, pregnancy scare.

Word Count: 5496

The crowd roared the moment his crimson volleyball shoes stepped into the court.  Eren Jaeger flashes a blinding smile at nobody in particular, aware that somebody’s camera was focused on him no matter where he looked.

“Go Eren!”

His grin grew wider, hearing the familiar voice and after turning to his right, there he sees you, all pretty in your pastel blue dress.  All dolled up for him, just like how you always did since he was still in college, when he was two years your senior.

He sent you a wink before jogging to his team. He did not need to look back to see you clutching your chest, face warmed, all flushed after such effortless deed by him.

Eren did not have much intentions behind the act. Some of his fans liked you and shipped you two together.  He could not care less what that was but it was good publicity so he did not see any harm in fanning the flames every now and then.

The game was going smoothly, way too smoothly.  

It was almost boring.

Eren is up to serve.

Paradis Hunters are one point away from beating Mid-East Canons who were twelve points behind.

Eren released a breath, all eyes are on him. If he lands this serve, the game is over, they’ll go home with another victory.  Albeit it being a bland one.

The crowd cheers for him and he tries to drown them out as he dribbles the ball four times, he looks at the court on the other side of the net and lifts the ball within eye level.

The referee whistles.

Eren hears his heartbeat in his ears, the yells and screams fading in the background.

“Get that point, Eren!”  You cheer.

In an instant, he tosses the ball up, running after it, his arm muscles rippling like intricate feathers of manmade wings and he jumps with added spring in his step and smack!

A split second is all it took before the ball lands an inch away from the shoes of the opponent’s libero.

And all falls silent.

Eren clenches his hand and grins just before he points at you.

The deafening sound of the crowd resonates beyond the walls of the sports arena.

But before you could smile back at Eren, he was already with his team, but it doesn’t really matter, you are just relieved that he heard your encouragement earlier despite the loud cheers of the crowd.

Eren grimaced when his teammates trap him in a sweaty hug.

“Oi! Oi! Who’s that chick huh?  She your girl?”

With a click of his tongue, Eren manages to pull away from their rather disgusting embrace.

“She’s just a fan.”

They all laugh at him but said nothing more. Eren, after all, is not known for his patience.  Besides, they have a meet and greet event to attend to in half an hour.

With fresh new clothes, Eren rubs a towel in his long locks.

“You excited to see your fans, Mr. popular?” A teammate of his, teases while elbowing him.

Eren chuckles, shaking his head.  “Let’s just get this over with.”

The loud clicking of the cameras and epilepsy inducing flashes were all too familiar, yet Eren could still feel the same excitement as he did when he received the first homemade cookies from a fan in college.  Oh, hold on, that was you.  The thought made him smile, especially since you are standing right in front of him now.

Still as awkward as the first day he met you, twiddling with your dainty fingers with a fresh batch of chocolate crinkles in your arms, all wrapped up in a clear plastic packaging decorated with pink polka dots finished with a perfectly tied ribbon.

“Hey!”  He puts on his polite smile.  “Thanks for cheering us on.”  A standard line provided by their manager.

“Sure!  It was an awesome game, you and the team clearly did your best, cheering you on was the least we could do.”  You say avoiding eye contact as you twirled your hair.  Adorable.

“Did you make those for me?”  Eren looks at the sweets you are cradling against your soft bosom, he let his eyes wander for a while before meeting your shy gaze.  He knew it was for him, he just liked watching you stumble upon your words.

You look at the crinkles then at him. “Oh!  Yes, yes, I did.”  You hand it to him and he accepts it with both hands, which brushed yours a bit too much, startling you, setting your face ablaze.

He gives you a saccharine smile as he thanks you.

Eren’s eyes flit to the person behind you, your cue that your time with him is over.

You bow to him and he nods at you before greeting the person next to you.

“Gee poor chick.”  His teammate chuckles.

Eren is thankful to his fans’ support but he cannot bring himself to care for every single one of them.  

They might know extensive details about him but he can’t even name one of his fans.  

Well, he knows you.  But you don’t count since you’re present since his college volleyball career.

“Excuse me, could you sign this for me?”  

Eren looks up to see a photoshopped photo of him where his shirt was taken off and replaced with a sculpted body, which isn’t too different from his real one, was staring back at him.  He concealed the annoyance with a smile and grabbed his sharpie.

“Sure.”  He smiles and pulls the cap off with his teeth.

“Man, good-looking dudes sure have it tough, huh.” His teammates say, sympathetically, knowing how uncomfortable it is to be in such predicament.  Receiving their fair amount of creepy gifts from fans themselves during their debuts.

Eren pretended not to hear and went on to the next fan, signing whatever they wanted him to sign.  Thanking them, smiling at them, it made him sick.

But he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He is adored, worshipped even.

Eren lavished in it.

Despite it being suffocating sometimes.

He cannot get out without some sort of disguise, less his fans recognize him.

And that is exactly the reason why he is dressed in an ironically conspicuous black hoodie and a pair of dark glasses that hide his green eyes.

The elevator dings and Eren steps into the dark parking lot and heads straight to his dodge challenger hellcat.

The engine roars and he speeds to the highway.

His condominium unit is as dark and empty as he left it earlier that morning.

Eren strips his hoodie, leaving only a thin tee.

The refrigerator light bathes his face when he fetched his frozen meal, a quick pop in the microwave and it’ll be good enough to eat.

As he waits, he decides to go online.

Notification after notification flooded his phone.

Congratulations Eren!

Congrats on ur win, xoxo!

You did so well!  Good luck on the semi-finals, your message said.  

As if he needed luck.

That was an awesome serve!

Man, I wish I could play like you.

A small smile is creeping up on Eren’s lips as he let himself indulge in the attention.  Because he deserves it.

He ate his dinner while watching replays of his game and the edits made just for him.

Damn, he looked good!

Then there’s an edit of you.

Right.

Some of his fans liked the idea of the two of you together.

He checked the comments section and just as he thought, it was a mess.

You have a good amount of fans but a lot also “ship” him with Mikasa, a pro volleyball player from Hizuru.  An ace.  And a woman blessed with a divine figure.  

But Mikasa is a woman of independence.  There was a time that he thought that she was into girls, until he caught her blushing after he complimented her by calling her eyes pretty.

She’s just a little shy, playing hard to get, but she is a girl still.

Sure, you’re cute but you’ve been a fan for years and your presence has gone a bit stale.

Mikasa is a new game, a challenge.

It was finally the day for the semi-finals and Eren is back in the arena to face the Hizuru Gliders.

And to his luck, Hizuru’s women’s volleyball team are also in the same arena for the event.

His mind was on the team captain of Hizuru’s women’s volleyball team until he saw you.

Bent in front of the vending machine to get your, probably strawberry milk, unaware of his presence.

Unaware that you just gave him a great view of your pink colored panty clad cunt.

His eyes trail to your silky-smooth legs and to the fluffy pink socks and heavy looking white boots.

But he did not let his eyes linger on you and decided to check his phone just before you turned around to see him.

You blink not quite processing who is in front of you.

“Hey.”  He breaks the silence.

“Eren!”  You gasp. “Wha-what are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be stretching? The game before you is about to start their second set.”  You clutch the straps of your bags nervously.

“I’ve got time.”  He says casually, not looking up from his phone.

“Oh.”  You say.

He finally looks up when he sees you hastily opening your bag and clumsily hands him a Tupperware with the cutest furoshiki wrapped around it.  It’s got bunnies and carrots in it.

And it kinda reminds him of you.

“It’s honey lemon!”  You beamed at him.  “I heard that it’s good in replenishing ene-” You swallow the rest of your words when Eren casually brushes a knuckle on the side of your boob.

He eyes you, watching and waiting for your reaction.

When you set your eyes downcast as you bite your lip, your thighs brushing against each other, he immediately grabbed your hand.

The locker room.  

What a cliché.  

But it’s not like you’re not used to it by now. You’ve been doing it in locker rooms since college.

You groan in protest when he slams your back on the bench and bruised your lips with a hungry kiss.  Your fingers dig on his shoulders as he presses his thumb on your pearl.  

A thin thread of saliva connects your lips when you break the kiss when he sticks two fingers in you, not even bothering to take off your cotton panties as he goes knuckles deep inside you.

“Too much?”  He taunts.

With your face all scrunched up adorably, you remain stubborn and shake your head.

Eren flashes you a boyish smile, making your heart pound.

His tip brushes on your slit and finally finds your entrance.

“We’ll get you plan b, later.  Okay?”  He kisses your temple.

You squeeze your eyes shut when he sinks himself into you.

Eren’s lips part, his cheeks tinting in red.

A few tears leak out and slide on your chubby cheeks.

He was always big for you.  It did not matter how soaked you are, Eren is just too big for you.

Eren let you hook your arm on his neck as he pulls out, leaving just the tip and he plunges right through.

He swallows your scream, knowing that it was coming.  He loved listening to your sobs that hitches with every thrust.

And your slick, the scent of it is making his head spin.

It was all because of him, isn’t it?

Only he could ruin you like this.

That thought was his drive to pound you incessantly.

He was insatiable.  

And you let him, you just lie beneath him and take all he gives you.

But you can only stare at him in amazement as he gets off you after stuffing you full, some of it even leaks out between your puffed lips.

Eren cracks his neck and strides to your bag in his full naked glory, you watch him pick up the Tupperware that you dropped earlier and he helps himself with the honey lemon, his shoulders relaxed and his expression calm.

A complete contrary to you whose body is still burning up, pulse spiked, and pupils all dilated with lust with your chest heaving.

“I need to go.”  He says while licking his fingers, the same fingers that were inside you moments ago.

Eren hands you the Tupperware and his honey and slick coated hand curls on your nape to pull you in for a brief kiss.

You ignore the stickiness of his fingers and focus on the kiss.  He tastes sweet like the honey and of you.

“That was delicious, thank you.”

Which one he was talking about, you can only guess.

You stand up from the bench.  The sight of it was awful but it tickled your tummy anyway. Still, you grabbed your tissue from your bag and wiped it like the good girl you are.

Eren watches you do it and waits for you to finish.

Almost startling you, Eren reaches for your behind and fixes the edge of your panty.

“Make sure it doesn’t spill so it won’t stain your pretty skirt, alright?”  He says while straitening your skirt.  “We’ll get you a pill later.  Meet me in the parking lot.”

You shy away from his intense gaze and you nod as you don’t trust your voice at the moment.

Eren pats your head and turns to the door.

“Wait for at least a couple of minutes.”  He looks at you from his shoulder and you nod at him once more, eyes all wide and glassy, like an innocent little bunny.

The door shuts and you are left standing there inside the locker room, your neck and chest littered with a constellation of Eren’s kisses, and your panty soaked through uncomfortably.

But Eren did take care of you, didn’t he?  He was kind, just now.

You skip to your bag with the brightest smile that could put the sun to shame.

With every ticking second, you shiver with the ghost of Eren’s touch.  Squealing like a teenage girl.

On your way to the court, your skip has added spring to it, your smile still present on your glossy lips, something that you had to redo in the powder room after Eren ruined it.

But just as you finally find your seat, you are washed with apprehension.

Eren was at the side of the gym, laughing with Mikasa.

It was simply a conversation they are having, nothing to fret over.

Yet your fingers start to pinch the skirt that Eren fixed for you earlier.

A tiny frown plays on your brows when Mikasa almost doubles over after Eren whispered something to her and you did not miss how she smacked Eren’s chest playfully.  And her touch lingers there.

Quickly, you chase the thoughts away from your head when Eren’s game finally starts.

Like usual, you cheer him on.  Trying to make him hear your voice.  But today, you did not get any acknowledgement from him.

That’s okay.  Eren is just like that.

It was always one step forward, two steps back with him.

You have been waiting in the parking lot for over an hour, most of the cars have left already and your legs are getting tired from standing.

Eren was probably caught up in the meet and greet.

One of which you did not go to as you already gave him the honey lemon earlier.

Fast and heavy footsteps echo around the parking lot and you whip your head to see Eren running to your direction.  He slumps in front of you, struggling to catch his breath.

You tilt your head to look at him better.

“Eren, did you run all the way here?  You could have just walked.”

He looks at you and the way you grabbed your hanky from your bag to dab at his sweaty forehead.

“There’s no time.”  He straightens up, lightly slapping your hand away, making you frown for the second time that day.

“What do you mean?  Are you in trouble?  Is there any way I can help?”  You babbled, concern lacing your sweet voice.

Eren grimaces shortly and sighs, finally straitening up.  “I kinda.” He scratches his head.  “I kinda offered to drive Mikasa to her hotel.”

And he needs you to leave.

Right now.

“Oh.”  Your eyes fall to your boots.

Three steps back.

“She uh, she’s gonna be here any second.”  He says, a bit of annoyance leaking to his tone.

It was getting more and more difficult to be in his presence as your chest tighten and tighten with each passing second.

You flash him a quick smile.  “I understand.”

His expression loosens as he lets out a silent breath of relief.

“I’ll go ahead then.”  You bow to him and turn on your heel.

And like raindrops sliding against a window pane, your tears leave a wet trail on your cheeks.

The green signage from the emergency exit door was easily visible in the dark.

And just as you closed the door, you hear the elevator open.

Before you could take one step, your knees buckle and you collapse on the stairs.

Your breath comes out shaky and tears start to blur your vision.  

Why is it so difficult to love him?

You go home all soaked in the pouring rain that night.  

Blindly, you reach for the light switch.  It took a second for you to adjust to the brightness, you had to blink away any remaining moisture.  

Sighing, you slip off your dripping wet boots.

After a warm shower, you help yourself to a hot cup ramen.  And it was only acceptable for you to finish an entire tub of Ben & Jerry’s while watching Letters to Juliet.

You sometimes wonder why you even bother with him. Eren Jaeger is a selfish jerk.  Of course, you always knew that but this time, he just went too far.

By Eren’s next event where him and a couple of guys from his team were promoting a line of athletic footwear.  Their fans were all gathered, watching them do photoshoots on the otherwise normal crosswalks and gyms.

One of his colleagues stands next to Eren and waves at their fans, flashing them his blindingly white teeth.  “I don’t see your girl, Jaeger.”  

“You need to be more specific.”  Eren says through a small smile he just put up.

“Damn!”  The guy laughs.  “I meant that one who wears those sugar baby outfits.”

Eren’s jaw clenched but he forced out a bitter chuckle anyway.  He takes off his sunglasses and eyes the man beside him.  He stares the man down, almost daring him to open his mouth again.

“You fucked her yet?”  He continues, much to Eren’s dislike.  “I bet you did.”  He licks his lips.  “Bet her little pussy’s as sweet as she looks.”

Crack!

“Oh shit!”  The asshole, as Eren decided to call him, wheezed while looking at the broken sunglasses on Eren’s curled fist.  “Hit a nerve?  Sorry man.” He pats Eren’s shoulder and strides off.

And to think that people admired that man.

It’s not about hitting a nerve, it’s just about him being plain disrespectful.

Or so Eren tried to convince himself.

He’s not that distressed because of you.

In his next event, another no show.

A bit disappointed, Eren notes your absence in their championship match.

It was unsettling for him, not hearing your voice in the crowds, especially since it was a game against the Marley Warriors.

He tried to casually scan the seats, trying to spot your familiar face in the crowd.  But he can’t find you anywhere.

“Eren!  You’re up.”

He glances at the ball that was rolled to him.

Deafening screams fill the arena and he usually revels in it but he’s a little occupied as of the moment.  

Absentmindedly, he does his routine and dribbles the ball four times, looks at the other side of the court and lifts the ball within eye level and Eren stands still and he waits.

The referee whistles for service.

One

Two

Three

His heart is loud and it pounds in his ears.

Four

Five

Six

The screams were all blending together.  He can hear everything and nothing all at once.

Fweee!

Eren lowers the ball and looks at the referee.

Delay in service.

Fuck!

Eren grits his teeth.

His teammates look at each other.  It was unusual for them to see their ace spacing off, especially in such crucial time.

Spike after spike, he misses.  Either spiking it out of bounds or against the net.

“Come on, man.  We’re in the championship.  Don’t fuck it up.”  Their team captain says while putting a hand on Eren’s shoulder, which he shrugs off.

“Careful now, you wouldn’t want to be benched, do you? Number 8 is already warming up.”

Eren clicks his tongue.  Getting more and more annoyed every minute.

“Lucky!  Let’s score another point, team!”  He hears Galliard yell from the other side of the net.

Like hell Eren’s gonna let that happen.

He searched the crowd for anything that was pastel in color for a quick reset.  It wasn’t the person he wanted to see but the heart-shaped balloon did remind him of you and it’ll make do for now.

Eren scored three consecutive points after he gathered himself together.  

The rallies that followed were heated.  Nobody was willing to let the ball drop in their side of the court.

Their thighs were burning and felt like it was about to split in two but they pushed through.  In the fifth set, they reached a deuce and the score reached up until 20s.

But like every protagonist, as Eren is so convinced that he is one, he gets them out of the pinch. ��Porco and Reiner were looking glum when Eren spiked the last ball just centimeters away from their hands after they dived for it.

They won.  Paradis won.

He looked at them from above but he cannot bring himself to take pleasure in their victory.  It was a close match, and he is partly aware as to why he performed poorly in the first few sets.

Eren pried himself out of his team’s embrace.

He ignored their calls.

As soon as the awarding ended, he went straight to his car, slamming the door close, almost breaking the windows.

Eren’s phone pinged in what seemed like a speed of a hundred times per second, his eyes flit from one account to another until he just threw it in the passenger seat out of frustration.

The steering wheel thumped when he smacked it with his fists.  One hand then went to cup his jaw.

He can’t be that thrown off his game just because of your absence, can he?

If he is, then he’s fucked.

A knock in his window made him jump.

And the person from the other side of the glass was also startled with his reaction.  Hastily, he lowers the window.

There Mikasa stood, clutching her chest in surprise, her brows drawn together with concern.

“Eren.  You left this.”  She hands him the track jacket that he forgot in the bench.  “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that.

Perhaps he isn’t?  But for what reason exactly?  

He’s upset that his regular fan isn’t there to cheer him on?  How shallow.

“I’m fine.  Thanks for this.”  Eren raises the jacket and gives Mikasa a weak smile.

“Uhm, you did well.”  Eren scoffs at her words.  “Had a rough start but you turned the game around anyway.”

Eren only nodded at her, not really in a mood to talk to anybody, not even Mikasa, whom he recently thought he started fancying.

“Is this about your fan?”  She asked reluctantly.

He looks at her.

“You probably don’t have to think too much about it. The internet just liked exaggerating every little detail, you know.”  Mikasa waves a hand off.

But he hasn’t even read a single article nor post yet.

“You’re right.”

She is not.  He’s just genuinely upset.

“Well, I gotta get back now.  The team’s celebrating for winning the championship.” Mikasa smiles.

“Of course.  Congratulations, by the way.”  Eren grinned, but his eyes remain dull.

Mikasa grins back at him, her eyes all bright. “Thank you!  See you, Eren!”  He watches her jog back to the elevator.

She really was pretty, wasn’t she?

But your soft features cloud his mind all the same.

It was not difficult not to miss you when you were always there.

Now that you aren’t, it’s making him feel weird.

Eren fought with himself whether to go check his phone.  His leg bounces, eyes flitting to the device.  

“Oh, fuck it!”  He reaches for it, rough fingers tapping on icons, scrolling through his notifications and messages.

But nothing from your account at all.

Your last post was from his last match, the one where he ditched you for Mikasa.

He slapped his forehead at the memory.  He was such an asshole.  

But that post was from a couple of weeks ago.

You would’ve at least posted something.

Something’s up with you.  From what he recalled, your family lives overseas, and you don’t even post anything about your friends.  You could be ill with nobody around to check on you.

The engine revs, almost roaring in the quiet parking lot.

He remembers it all too well, where you lived. He dropped you off once when you twisted your ankle after a fan meet.

Eren reaches for a white cap in his glove compartment, putting it on as he steps into your apartment building.

“2-A.  2-A.” He whispers over and over.

Soon enough, he is face to face with a pastel green door with ‘2-A’ written in gold painted metal on it.

He raises his hand to knock but hesitates just before his knuckles manage to tap against the wooden door.  What if you aren’t even there?  Or what if you are?  What would he even say to you?

“Ahh!”  Came a muffled shriek from behind the door.

His heartbeat doubled at the sound and his knuckles were rapping against the door.

“Just a moment.”  Called your sweet voice.

He hears soft footsteps and the door being unlocked and there you are, he first saw your fluffy socks with your bunny slippers, you’re dressed in comfortable short shorts and his jersey from college. He remembers how he gave it to you after he popped your cherry.

His ears visibly redden.

“Eren.”  You say, surprised.  “What are you doing here?”  You ask, tucking some of your hair strands that fell from your bun, anxiety clearly painted on your expression.

“I uh.”  He’s making himself look stupid.  “I didn’t see you in the game.”

You sigh.  “Does it matter?”  

Of course, it does.

“I guess.”

Silence follows and the both of you steer away from the gaze of the other.

You chew on your lip and closed the door slightly. “Are we done here?  I’m kinda busy.”

Eren chuckled bitterly.  “I did not drive all the way here just to be kicked out.”

To his surprise, you glare at him.  “I never asked you to come here.”

He was taken aback.  “The fuck are you so mad for?”  Your glare sharpens.  “I was just worried you might have slipped somewhere and couldn’t get up.”  He seethes at you.

Is he an amnesiac?  Has he forgotten that he lost any right he had on you the moment he asked you to leave just so he could drive Mikasa to her hotel?

“I had a pregnancy scare!”  You scream at him.

Pregnancy scare?

Did you not take emergency pills after-

Shit.

In an onslaught of emotions after hearing what you just said, his hand slammed against the door, startling you.  “And you didn’t think to fucking tell me?”

Crystal tears fill your waterline, making your lashes prettier than they already are.  “I was scared!  You already hate me and I don’t want you to think that I was baby trapping you.”

Eren wanted to punch himself on the gut.

You’ve been scared all this time, with no one to turn to.

And here he was, making you feel more awful than you are already feeling.

“Hate you?  I could never.”  Gentle fingers card through your hair.  His warm soft lips press on your forehead and he engulfs your frame in a hug.  “I’m sorry, baby.  I should have been there.”

You break away from his embrace, something that he did not appreciate.  He watches you take a step back from him.  You wrap your own arms around yourself, as if locking yourself away.

“It’s okay.  I never expected you to be there anyway.”  

Now, that’s just hurtful.

But it was not like you were lying.

“I’ll do better next time.”  He says quickly.

His throat goes dry when you shake your head. “There will be no next times.”

You don’t mean that.

“I’m ending whatever it is that we have, Eren.” You sniff and tried to look at him bravely.  “Please leave and I promise to never bother you again from now on.”

You need to take that back.

“Shut up.”

Your brows knit together at his audacity to tell you that in your own apartment.

“Now, listen here-”

“Just shut up for one second, alright?”  He yells, not in anger but in desperation.

There is only so much he can take.  And everything that is coming out of your mouth is stabbing at him.

Your arms uncross and your lips part when you see his nose turn red and his eyes becoming glassy.

Oh dear.

“Fuck.”  He curses.

There are a lot of masks that Eren wears, you have come to notice.  It is different for every kind of people he meets.  You have seen them all after being by his side for years, despite his obliviousness to your presence.

But right now, he seems to have forgotten to wear one.

Carefully, you push open the door just a little wider. “Would you like to come in for a glass of water?”

He glares at you and heads inside without needing more convincing.  It was cute how he tried to accuse you of making him feel that way with that single look. You covered your mouth as you watched him enter your apartment.

You were the one who’s supposed to be mad.

You catch him looking around your apartment before taking off his shoes.

“Are you looking for something?”  You ask after passing by him to get that glass of water.

He isn’t far behind you.  “A shrine for me or something.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”  You clip.

Eren eyes you silently, watching you fill a glass with water.  You hand it to him and he accepts it without a word.

You sigh.  “You can see yourself out once you’re done with that.”  You grab your oven glove when your timer beeps.

“What happened to your elbow?”  He asks, trying to sound nonchalant, as he picks up a framed picture of the two of you in college.  It was the one you took after they won their spring tournament championship.

“Just a cooking burn.  I uh, I was making tempura before you arrived.”  

It must be nice to have a warm dinner waiting for him when he comes home.

He watched you move around your kitchen so comfortably.  This must be where you make those gifts for him.

“Didn’t have your cookies for a while now.”  He muses.

You slam the baking tray on the table.  “Can you just get to the point?”

Eren puts down your scrunchie that he found lying around.  “Have you gotten tired of me?”

He watches how you roll your eyes.

“Are you sure you aren’t pregnant?  This kind of attitude coming from you is weird.”

An image of you all round because of him flashes in his thoughts.  You’d definitely make a good mom.

Your mouth parts.  “Don’t even joke about that!”

Quickly, you turn your back to him and busy yourself with the freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

You jump when you feel his arms circling your waist, his large warm palms placed flat on your belly.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.  I wouldn’t mind it so much if you were pregnant.”

“Eren?”

He hums in response.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“What?”

“You are acting very strange right now.”

He blinks his eyes open.

“At least ask me out on a date first.”  You giggle.

He chuckles and nods. "Yeah, I like the sound of that."

You lean back on him and he sways you gently.  “By the way, your 8 second violation was lame.”

Eren kisses your nape.  “Somebody messed up my serving routine by being absent.”

“How horrible of them.”

"So, you watched the game after all?”

Nodding, you point at your flatscreen.  “Of course, I did.  From there.”

“You cheered for me?"

You smile, "Definitely.  After all, I'm your number one fan."

Prequel: Cherry Flavored Kisses

[umseb]

vettel to mercedes?! 👀 | sebastian vettel reveals dicussions for f1 return [part 1/2] - 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "Yeah, it's great to join Sebastian Vettel live on Sky Sports News ahead of the Japanese Grand Prix, which is a favorite circuit of yours, obviously, Sebastian. But, I mean, what a career you've had. You've been out of F1 for a year and a bit now, but four times a world champion, 53 times you sprayed champagne or sparkling rose water from the top step of the podium. But it's a different beverage which brings you to London today. What's the big concept?" Seb: "Yeah, so there was the time where I was spraying champagne. Obviously, racing in Formula 1 at the highest level, it's an environment where you're looking for perfection, so you're trying to tune everything you can, and it's also your body. You try to train as good as you can, you try to eat as well as you can, and you try to have the best drink inside the car that gives you the energy for the full two hours. It's trying all sorts of stuff-powders, gels-and they didn't really work, but they came, mostly-and that's the problem-with side effects. I suffered stomach cramps. Speaking to other drivers, they felt similar; other athletes. So it seemed to be a thing, and it was only until the end of my career where I stumbled across a product that is now Perple, a sports drink that didn't do that, that didn't give me any suffering, and giving me the energy towards the end of the race. So I was curious why that is and got to know the person behind- the founder, the story, and got involved, as well, invested, so… I think the biggest surprise to me was that the industry of sports drinks, all your supplements and so on, is not regulated. There's a lot of synthetic stuff that people are taking in every day. These are expensive products, and they're trying to optimize their performance, whether it's your cyclist that goes for one or two rides a week, whether it's the occasional runner, squash player, but then also your professional, and that's where Perple now kicks in. And Perple, not with U but with E, and it stands for P-E-R-P-L-E, performance and pleasure, and it's an all-natural product so you're not putting any of this rubbish stuff into your body. So yeah, give it a go. I'm a big fan of it, obviously, and I think obviously proving it in the testing ground of the car, it did make a difference and I hope people are giving it a go and see what they think." Interviewer: "Sustainable fuel for the body, I guess." Seb: "It is! It's a good comparison, yeah, it is. Yeah." Interviewer: [laughs] "But, I mean…" Seb: "And people become more and more aware that the stuff that we used to consume, eat, drink, maybe isn't doing the trick, so that's where stuff like this offers an alternative." Interviewer: "Okay. Well, I wanna know how sustainable you are, Sebastian, because you're only 36."

Seb: "Yeah." Interviewer: "You've only been out of Formula 1 for a year and a bit. Are you potentially on the driver market for next season?" Seb: "Well, potentially I am because I haven't got a ride, but the question is am I looking for one. I think it depends on the package. I retired from Formula 1 not to come back, but I also did say that you never know, so I think it still stands. Obviously there's things that I miss, which is mostly the competition, and things that I don't miss, so yeah, that hasn't changed. Obviously life is very different if you're not involved, and I do enjoy that still. Still trying lots of different things. Now we're talking about a sports drink. I didn't think [laughs] years ago that this will be something I'll be talking about in the future or be involved in, but you never know where life's taking you, so maybe it takes me back behind the wheel, maybe it doesn't." Interviewer: "I'm just thinking, might it be now or never? As I say, you're still young. It looks like some interesting potential opportunities on the grid for next season. There's a rule change coming in, as well, with some sustainable aspects which you have promoted. I know you've had some conversations with Toto Wolff. If that Mercedes seat was offered to you, how hard would it be to turn down?" Seb: "Well, I had conversations with him, not really about a seat. We did speak about the whole situation, in short, as well, but I did speak to others, as well, because I'm still keeping in touch every now and then. I have some projects and ideas together with F1. We'll see if they will turn out or not, but yeah, so I am staying in touch. I don't know. It has to be a couple more phone calls and conversations, I guess, to really, yeah, find out a little bit more. But for sure it's one of the best cockpits, or best seats, on the grid. I think, performance-wise, Mercedes has a great track record. Struggling a little bit in the last years, but then struggle, you're still second or third in the constructor's, it's not like you're racing in no man's land." Interviewer: "Well, Lewis Hamilton was prepared to leave that car…" Seb: "Yeah." Interviewer: "…even though he had another year on the contract. Going to Ferrari, what sort of fit might he be at that team? He's a big individual and we know it's very much about the team at Ferrari. Is that any…" Seb: "Well, it's true. I think it's about the team everywhere you go. Obviously each to their own, but I think it is a team sport and I think someone like Lewis has said that over and over again, thanking the team around him. I think, without Mercedes, Lewis' career would have been very different. Mine, too. [laughs] But that's how it goes. No regrets. [laughs] No, no. But yeah, I think time will tell. I think if he's excited, that's the main thing. It was ultimately his decision and he took it for himself, so best of luck. I know the team in Ferrari, and yeah, obviously for us or for the outside, the measure is always whether you're successful or not, but the real measure I think is whether Lewis is happy or not."

[max-praise-archive]

Q: Let's talk about this season just as a whole, because some of the records that Max and the team have broken this year are insane. 10 wins in a row for for Max this season. 14 wins in a row for the team. You've won 26 of the last 28 races. That is just utter domination. I saw that you put up a Instagram post that said, I've never seen anything closer to perfection than what Max Verstappen has achieved this year. Tell me about that perfection that Max has achieved. Calum Nicholas: It seems to be his nature that he will just chase every last bit. He will leave nothing on the table. It's great to have. It puts the pressure on us to make sure that we deliver, which is great. The nature of the people in the garage: we thrive on that pressure. It's what drives us. We want to be the best every single week. Watching what Max has done, week in, week out and having the sort of knowledge that as long as we do our job and the car is reliable and it does what he needs it to do, I know he's gonna deliver. It's just one of those things. You go into a race weekend and it's nice because... I've always said this, it doesn't matter where you are in the pit lane. It doesn't matter what garage you are in, you are doing the same hours. Everybody's working such long hours, Saturday or Sunday can be 16 hour days easily. So it's nice to know that you've got everything in place, that you've put yourself in the best position to get a result from that work. Q: And what's Max like to work with? Million dollar question. I'm sure you get asked it a lot. But what's he like? Calum Nicholas: I've always thought this is odd to me that people can't see sometimes how brilliant he is. For me, when he's in the garage, when he's not in a race car, he's one of us. And he really is. He engages with us, just as you want any of your other colleagues to engage with you. He's kind. He cares about the people around him. And it's brilliant, and I like the fact that he can get into the car and close his lid and then he should be ruthless. You're a sports person. We're here to win. He's here to win. And I think it's great that he's able to switch between the both. And he really does. Q: You've worked with quite a few drivers in your time. You've been at Red Bull since 2015. So you've worked with a few other drivers. What attributes does Max have? You've worked with Ricardo, you've worked Kyvat, you've worked with Gasly, Albon. What are their traits, what what do they all share? And maybe what are the differences between between some of them? Calum Nicholas: Where I think Max is probably different to most of the others is that Max over the years has managed to encompass so many of the great attributes of the drivers that we've seen before. Max, when he arrived in F1, it was clear that he had this raw, unbridled talent, this raw speed. Over the years, he's just grown and grown and he's added everything to his arsenal. His race management, his way of seeing the holistic picture, his determination. All of these things are what's put him in the position that he's in now. It's a way that he's been able to encompass so many things that so many great drivers have had, and bring them all together to make them work. When you see an athlete in their prime, in their absolute prime, you look at them and you say that's a package that right now no one can beat. That's what it is. When you're an athlete in that position, it's your job to try and stretch that out for as long as you can, and stay in that zone. That little window of perfection. That's what Max is able to do right now. He's just able to just extract everything from himself. It's amazing to see up close. It really is. Q: I'm jealous that you get to see behind the scenes. Obviously we only see the stuff on the on the television, but I'm sure a lot goes on behind the scenes that we don't see and it must be amazing. To be up close.

Sky Sports F1 Podcast (7:06 - 10:45) October 12, 2023 Archive Link | Original Link

[eoinmcgonigal]

Olympic AU fic masterpost/timeline

In case anyone is fancies having a read through what I've been up to over the last 2 weeks, here's a rough order of the updates in the Olympic AU.

Please note that within fics there are SFW and NSFW chapters, I'm listing these by chapter rating, not overall fic rating.

[Johnny/Reg] The Performance of a Lifetime, Chapter 1 NSFW - they meet, and fuck. .

[Paddy/Eoin] Legato, Chapter 1 SFW - arriving at the Village, Paddy isn't happy with the beds. .

[Jim/Bill/Pat] Home from Home (from Home), Chapter 1 SFW - Pat spots a young athlete who looks perfect for him and Jim to take under their wing. .

[Mike/Dave] Grip Strength (oneshot) NSFW - Dave meets a guy who wants to try a different sort of challenge, and he's definitely up for it. .

[Johnny/fem!OCs] Team Sports (oneshot) NSFW - Johnny has some fun with two gorgeous women. You will need to be logged in to AO3 to view this fic .

[Johnny/Dave/Mike/Reg] Company, Crowd, Indulgence (oneshot) NSFW - Dave and Mike join in and have some fun with Johnny and Reg. .

[Jim/Bill/Pat] Home from Home (from Home), Chapter 2 NSFW - Pat and Jim help Bill enjoy the view of a gorgeous sunset. .

[Bill/Augustin] 9a+, Chapters 1-4 SFW - Bill doesn't know why Augustin always tries to talk to him, and then has no idea what to do when he finds out. (He makes it worse, of course.) .

[Paddy/Reg] Taking to the Podium (oneshot) NFSW - in the fleeting moments of privacy they have after their win, Reg and Paddy celebrate. .

[Paddy/Eoin] Legato, Chapter 2 SFW - Eoin and Paddy meet again after their first competitions. .

[Johnny/Reg] The Performance of a Lifetime, Chapter 2 NSFW - before Reg's first competition, Johnny asks if they can celebrate. After... they definitely celebrate. .

[Paddy/Eoin/Reg] Lap of Honour, Chapter 1 NSFW - the morning after their win, Eoin and Paddy enjoy some time with Reg.

[Johnny/Reg] Lap of Honour, Chapter 2 NSFW - Paddy and Reg go to breakfast in a unique outfit, and Eoin enjoys watches Reg get a rather public and enthusiastic show of apprecation from Johnny.

[Eoin, Johnny/Reg] Lap of Honour, Chapter 3 NSFW - Eoin watches Reg and Johnny together in one of the common rooms. .

[Dave/Mike] For Luck (oneshot) SFW - The morning after Dave's bronze medal win, he wishes Mike luck. .

[Johnny/Reg] The Performance of a Lifetime, Chapter 3 SFW - Johnny and Reg talk about Olympic tattoos

[Johnny/Reg] The Performance of a Lifetime, Chapter 4 NSFW - Reg doesn't sleep with anyone the night before he competes, but he is tempted to make an exception for a certain Olympic silver medalist

[Johnny/Reg] The Performance of a Lifetime, Chapter 5 SFW - Reg wanted to celebrate his win, but ends up suffering with a migraine instead. He's not sure what to make of the fact Johnny still wants to be around him.

[Johnny/Reg] The Performance of a Lifetime, Chapter 6 NSFW - Reg and Johnny spend some time together. .

[Bill/Augustin] 9a+, Chapter 5 Mildly NSFW - Bill and Augustin head to the south of France for a few days together.

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Bonus fic, which doesn't directly fit into the above timeline, but can definitely be enjoyed as adjacent to this AU:

[Johnny/Reg] A Lovely Little Package (oneshot) NSFW - Johnny is very appreciative of how good Reg looks in tiny little speedos.

There should hopefully be an epilogue to the Bill/Augustin, and to the Johnny/Reg fics ^^

[dam-peace]

There's this thing that pops into my head from time to time

I'm curious, if the SPU members weren't trained super soldiers for the government and actually went to high-school, what would they be like? And would they fit into those high school stereotypes? (I.e. jock, nerd, prep)

These kids need their light-hearted AU's to balance out the pain and agony that would probably come later-

I love this question :) But, I will say that for near enough every member of the S.P.U, though them being experimented on and trained by the government has caused them a mountain load of trauma. It's also made them who they are in a way, so though their lives are closely monitored and controlled by some pretty heinous individuals.

Mr & Mrs Martin, as well as Lieutenant General Amelia Ono in particular, have given these children a semblance of freedom and power that was lost to them before the experiment. So, for this question, I'll be answering from the perspective of who each member is now, currently in the game as opposed to who they were before the experiment. Something that will be explored within the game as the story progresses.

One

Definitely head boy/head girl/class rep for SURE! Their sense of responsibility, need for perfection and diligence beyond their years would have them elected by both their teachers and peers alike. Though they would never campaign for the position themselves, they would certainly uphold the title and do it justice if elected.

One is a very interesting character because they're both a mixture of "preppy", "nerdy" whilst also being a "jock." They would be that near perfect student, top of their class, an overachiever who would be doing whatever they could to get into a good college when they finish high school.

Well put together, whilst also not being a complete snob. Well-spoken, well-mannered with a good temperament. Naturally athletic and without a doubt, captain of various sports teams. Including, being the team leader for various academic pursuits, e.g. the debate team. Yet, unfazed by it all, keeping up with every outside demand without breaking a sweat.

On top of being blessed with good looks, in addition to having a commanding and confident air about them. Naturally making One extremely popular without ever trying, even their "coldness" would be classed as an attractive trait as part of the whole package deal.

Though, I will say that despite One's achievements, having Zero as an older sibling who would have also attended the same high school would certainly set the bar very high...

Zero

Much like their younger sibling Zero would certainly be head boy/head girl/class representative for SURE! Certainly elected by both their teachers and peers alike. However, unlike One, Zero would have probably jokingly campaigned for the position if everyone was already thinking of electing them anyway, as a simple pretence. And boyyyy would they have done a stellar job.

Much like One, Zero is a very unique combination of a "nerd", "preppy" and "jock." Head of most if not all extra-curriculars, be it academically or physically. Though Zero does prefer the academic side of things. Top of their class, though unlike One, Zero isn't as obsessed with getting into the best college after high school because they already know that they will regardless.

As Zero isn't propelled by the anxiety of things going to all hell like One is. Zero has a hand in near enough every club in school, balancing everything without breaking a sweat, in fact he/she IS the perfect student. Sickeningly so, charming, eloquent, socialable, intelligent and drop dead gorgeous. Zero has it all, I can honestly say I don't think there's ever been a time where anyone has ever seen them break a sweat.

Resulting in Zero having an endless supply of admirers, both teachers and students alike, all attracted to the "perfect" traits that they possess. Everyone is sucked into who they think Zero is, believing that One is just a slightly colder and less charming version of their older sibling. No one would believe that One in actuality is everything that Zero isn't, not even One themself....

Viper

Captain of every freaking sporting team, Viper would lead her team to the finals every.damn.time. Like the girl is a beast, so much so that no boy in the school would dare run any sexist or misogynistic jokes her way, unless they want their jaw going left real quick. And despite being mostly recognised for her sporting achievements, being classed a "jock", Viper is no "dumb jock." Rather the opposite, she's smart and has no trouble getting full marks on every test.

Which allows her to participate in any extra-curriculars with no trouble, her coaches love her. Admiring how she juggles having good grades and leading her various sporting teams to victory without breaking a sweat. Diligent, driven, hard-working and displaying a sense of true leadership and sportsmanship, her coaches know that any team is in good hands when she's in charge of it. Resulting in Viper being poached for various prestigious sporting colleges before graduation.

She'd also be the girl that hangs out with mostly boys and any girls who participate in the sporting clubs that she's a part of. Popular, despite her aloof and intimidating nature, Viper is unintentionally quite the catch. A good-looking, stylish, athletic, cool tomboy with a quiet sense of justice that won't allow her to leave someone to perish on her watch, bullying within the school would decrease very quickly with her as a student.

And surprisingly, this girl whose as "tough as nails" would also bare quite the sensitive soul. As she would volunteer at animal shelters, or care for any animals on school grounds within her spare time. In addition to being a valuable member of her school's art club, as she's quite the artist. Resulting in her pieces winning various prizes for her school, as well as helping to fundraise a variety of charities. Many art colleges would also be contacting her prior to her high school graduation.

All in all Viper would be the secret lesbian fantasy for a vast majority of the girls within her school, whilst also sadly being the girl that many boys wished was a little less masculine so that they would stand a fighting chance at romancing her. There would also be a big rumour going around that she's a lesbian lol, a rumour she would give zero f*cks about.

Wolfe

Much like Viper, Wolfe would be a part of near enough every sporting team but unlike his sister, I'd say he'd lean more towards being a "co-captain" than anything else. He's not really keen on leading an entire team and all the responsibility that the role carries, but he's certainly the ace of his team that's for sure. And much like his sister, Wolfe is no "dumb jock", rather to the surprise of many who have deemed him the "class clown", he's a grade A student and prides himself as such.

Though, unlike his older sister, he's the socialable one. Everyone knows his name, and everyone wants the chance to speak to him. Which they most likely will because despite his popularity, Wolfe literally befriends EVERYONE. He doesn't have a set table and group of people that he eats with at lunch because every table is "his" table.

He sits with literally everyone from every clique, because life's too short to know the same set of people. He'll sit with the "losers" he doesn't give a f*ck, and anyone who has something to say about it can have his lunch tray shoved up their ass. And much to the surprise of many students and hell, even the teachers, Wolfe is no bully. Rather, he's a complete sweetheart.

Despite his quick temper, Wolfe is nothing but respectful and only flies off the handle when absolutely necessary. Which is why many students dare not cross him, and why some teachers, especially the principal cuts him some slack. Because, Wolfe isn't the type to tolerate any bullying or harassment of any kind, even with students thinking they can disrespect any genuinely good teachers. No sexist or misogynistic actions or remarks will be carried out on his watch, well, unless anyone wants their head slammed into a locker.

All in all, Wolfe would be a breath of fresh air for his school, because despite his good-looks, charming and jovial personality, stellar grades and natural athleticism, he's also a genuinely good person. Always volunteering for school fund raisers, which in turn propels many others to do the same. Always ready to help when he sees someone in need, be it a teacher struggling to carry any school supplies whilst his fellow classmates snicker.

Quick to call them out on their lack of manners and moral ethics, in turn causing a big shift within the school as "not being an asshole" becomes a popular trend when he's around. Wolfe would also be the first, if not the only one to put any teachers who bully their students in their place. Guiding any new students through the school, complimenting the openly gay boys in school on their new makeup look, as well as offering his jumper to any girl whose skirt is stained by the dreaded "time of the month."

Resulting in the boys jokingly hating on him if not completely hating on him, but knowing better than to start something with him. Girls and gays intensely crushing on him and every adult gushing about how "he was raised right" and that "he would be the son that any parent would be proud of."

Hex

Definitely the freshman that everyone loves and tries to protect no matter what. Though I've got to say that with both Viper AND Wolfe as older siblings, Hex really wouldn't have anything to worry about, unless of course someone has a death wish. Even though she's more than capable of holding her own, she rarely ever has to.

Hex would certainly be a part of both the cheerleading and gymnastics club, a natural born athlete, sweet and feminine with a level of charisma that shines through. Top that off with being as cute as a button, Hex charms anyone she comes across. Leading her sporting teams to victory, despite being a freshman, Hex is always a non-negotiable consideration for whatever plays the team makes. Her coaches adore her and there's always talk of her being the first ever freshman to become captain, after her upperclassmen graduate.

Innocent and upbeat, Hex brightens up anyone's day when she walks by. Making her the object of infatuation for many of the boys in her year, protected by her upperclassman and the girls in her year group. Helpful and kind, yet far from being a pushover, Hex doesn't tolerate any disrespect or mistreatment. Fully capable of taking care of herself despite her small stature. She won't tolerate any mistreatment of others, and much like her older brother, Hex is a social butterfly, interacting with anyone and everyone in school.

Be it the school "loser" or not, people are people and no one has the right to judge. And, whilst mostly recognised for her pleasant demeanour and athletic pursuits, Hex is no dummy, in fact she gets very good grades and has a penchant for learning languages and involving herself in many "unusual" extra-curricular activities, in addition to trying new things, e.g. the tarot club, because why not?

Hex also volunteers every time the opportunity presents itself, be it taking care of the school animals or switching desks with another pupil. And is always assigned as the class "buddy" for any new students or for any students who are struggling. Making her very popular despite her just starting high-school, though she never lets the attention get to her. Confident and down to earth, no one has anything bad to say about this little ball of sunshine. And anyone who does will quickly find themselves ostracized by the rest of the school because coming for the school's sweetheart is a big no, no.

Ghost

Definitely that freshman that everyone hates but has no choice but to respect, despite being in his first year of high school. Ghost would end up being the ace of every academically based club, and would naturally be considered as club leader for when the older members graduate, much to his annoyance.

Ghost would be the boy that took everyone by storm, if his school's chess club hasn't won a tournament in ten years, they certainly will now. Everyone would try to poach him for their own academic club, practically falling to their feet, bribing him by any means necessary to join as a club member. Teachers would dread having him in their lessons, yet joyfully glad to actually have a worthy student as part of their class.

Ghost would be the comical blend of "nerdy" and "preppy", he's certainly stuck up to say the least, judging everyone and being very clear where he stands on hating the general population. But unfortunately, he's a boy genius taking advanced AP classes, putting his school on the map. Feared by both teachers and students alike and naturally as cute as a button, despite his smart mouth and meticulous nature, so he'd be quite the popular boy, much to his disgust.

So naturally with all of that, he'd have some haters, as he would be the first year that everyone wants to stuff into a locker but would never get the chance to. Well, I mean they could always attempt it....Though chances are, they would lose their hand, whilst the school mysteriously loses any test scores, grades and college applications for any of the students involved in laying a hand on him. And honestly, he'd most likely come from a very rich and powerful family so he'd be petty and destroy the livelihoods of anyone who crosses him.

[twinsimming]

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#5

Yoga Mod by Twinsimming & Alunn 🧘🏾‍♀️

This mod brings the yoga activity from The Sims 4: Spa Day to The Sims 3. Originally created by Alunn, I recently took over to add additional features and bring it to release!

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Overview

New Object: Yoga Mat

4 New Interactions

49 Converted Animations

10 Yoga Poses

Objects

Entertainment -> Sporting Goods

The Perfect Yoga Mat: two channels | §130 |

Zen Again Yoga Mat: two channels | §125 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

The yoga mat is draggable in Live Mode and can be placed in a sim’s personal or family inventory.

Yoga Mat

Using any of the yoga mat interactions will build the Athletic skill (except for Children), though some more slowly than others. As your sim’s skill increases, they will learn new yoga poses and improve on their execution of previous ones.

A sim’s Athletic skill also determines how long they can use the mat before becoming Fatigued* (anywhere from 4-7 hours):

Skill Level 1-3 (Poor/Novice): 4 hours

Skill Level 4-6 (Normal): 5 hours

Skill Level 7-9 (Skilled): 6 hours

Skill Level 10 (Expert): 7 hours

*Children will always get Fatigued after 3 hours.

Your sim won’t gain muscle, lose weight, or become more fit from using the mat, but they will fulfill any generic workout related wishes. And sims won’t lose Hygiene as fast as they would using other athletic equipment.

Sims aged Teen and up will switch into their athletic outfit, take off their shoes before using the mat, and put them back on when finished. Children will switch into their athletic outfit, but leave their shoes on.

Pregnant sims can use the mat in any trimester!

Interactions

Practice Yoga (Child and Up): Raises Athletic skill, gives sims the Tranquil moodlet after 2 hours, small boost to Fun need

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644 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#4

Contemporary Teen Bedroom Set 🛏

Hi everyone, I’ve finished my first set of conversions from The Sims 4: High School Years! I’m breaking the objects up into sets since EA did a really good job this time around making complete sets of bedroom furniture. The first one up is contemporary themed and includes a bed, desk, dresser, end table, shelving unit, rug, and a few other décor items. 

Most of the objects included have overlays on some areas while others remain CAStable. I did this to provide as much flexibility as possible for customization, so there are several CAStable presets available for each object. The top photo is fully decorated and the bottom photo shows just the objects that come in the set.

I don’t want to make this post too terribly long, so if you’re curious about where an object in the top preview photo came from please don’t hesitate to ask!

Comfort

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Bed Frame: one channel | §50 |

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Bed Pillows: three channels | §400 |

Slightly Sneaky Storage Double Mattress: four channels | §300 |

Décor

Artistic Assembly: non-CAStable | §65 |

Hobby Holders: non-CAStable | §100 |

Rug Hongry: one channel | §65 |

Study Stacks Expanded: non-CAStable | §65 |

Storage

Drawers for my Drawers: three channels | §410 |

Surfaces

For Star Shelving: three channels | §140 |

Simple Yet Stylish Wooden Desk: three channels | §450 |

Steadfast Side Table: three channels | §140 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by EA, mesh by aikea-guinea, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

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#2

INSOMNIA by Charly Pancakes Conversions 💤

Charly Pancakes is one of my favorite custom content creators for The Sims 4, so naturally I had to have their stuff in The Sims 3 as well! I’ve converted all six items from their INSOMNIA set to share with you today. This set contains a wardrobe, a bed frame, a mattress, a small potted plant, a rug, and a functional candle.

The floor plant is from kandiraver-sims here, the suitcase end table is from Around The Sims 3 here, the wall art is from julietsimsccblog here, the mirror and hand sculpture are previous conversions of mine here and here, and the flooring is from pixelfrogslegs here.

Comfort

Double Bed Frame [by Charly Pancakes]: one channel | §370 |

Organic Cotton Bedding [by Charly Pancakes]: four channels | §260 |

Décor

Insomnia Small Plant [by Charly Pancakes]: one channels | §60 |

Insomnia Rug [by Charly Pancakes]: two channels | §170 |

Lighting

Birdskull Candle [by Charly Pancakes]: one channel | §80 |

Storage

Insomnia Wardrobe [by Charly Pancakes]: two channels | §580 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by @charlypancakes​, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

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792 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Country Cottage Kitchen Set 🥚

Happy new year everyone! 🥳 I haven’t converted a kitchen set since 2020, which means it’s past time for another one! @hideoutpeach sent me an ask a while back about converting items from the Sims 4: Country Kitchen Kit, so I converted everything with the exception of the sink and cabinets. I also converted my favorite fridge from the Sims 4: Cottage Living!

I also just hit 1,000 followers on this blog! I’m so glad so many of you like my conversions, it means a lot to me!! 💙💙💙

Appliances

ReFridgeAdeezer - by Re FrostyFridge Corporation: three channels | $500 |

Pancakes at Dawn Stove: three channels | $600 |

Country Charm Fridge: two channels | $1750 |

Décor

Handy-Dandy Flower Caddy: two channels | $35 |

Granny's Cozy Casserole Dish: one channel | $83 |

Nicki Knack's Anything 'n Everything Jar: non-CAStable | $45 |

Heritage Bread Box: three channels | $75 |

Heritage Flour Tin: two channels | $63 |

Bountiful Bucket: non-CAStable | $57 |

Surfaces

Country Charm Shelf: one channel | $165 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by EA, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

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[jimin-bangtan]

Cheers to the Whole Gang - Bangtan7 - PART 2 ---- (MAKNAE LINE)

*Reminder from Part 1 ~~ Even though Jimin is my bias, I am a fan of all 7 members of BTS.  They each are invaluable to the whole package and contribute such important, unique, and necessary parts to the whole. I just wanted to take a moment to give them all my appreciation and attention.  

**The following are my personal opinions. Part 2 is about BTS's Maknae Line. Part 1 was for the Hyung Line.

💜Kim Taehyung (V): V is the middle of 3 members that make up the Maknae (youngest) Line in the group. V's voice is one of the special, vocal flavors that adds a lot of color and spice to BTS's songs. While possessing a sultry, velvety, baritone pitch, he also has excellent higher ranges with a well-controlled falsetto. He is a good dancer and his playful stage presence has been noted often by fans.

V is known to be a warm personality who makes friends easily and involves others in group interactions smoothly. He loves family and has an affectionate nature. He thinks outside the box and is underrated for his musical, athletic, and intellectual talents. Jimin said once that V will state something in such a way that captures your attention and/or your heart because, I feel, he seems to really notice things that others don't and expresses them in a way that captures a truth or essence that had been overlooked. He is very quiet in meetings or group situations because I feel he is listening a lot and is comfortable not monopolizing conversations or attention. I enjoy his dry wit and off the cuff remarks that can be extremely funny, especially if you don't take V so seriously as if he is unaware of the humor of his clever remarks.

💜Jeon JungKook (JK): JK is the maknae of the Maknae Line and the youngest of the whole group. In spite of his youthful age at the time of his arrival at Big Hits, JK already possessed a very skilled, stable voice, in spite of no previous singing experience. JK also had what seems to be perfect pitch or at least an extremely good ear for music, which allows for a strong ability to not only sing but also adlib in tune at any time. As lead singer, JK was primarily responsible for recording and singing much of the main vocals but also did a lot of the layering, fillers and adlibs, not only during recordings but also in live performances, and he did so impressively and reliably. JK observes well and absorbs information very quickly. He's generally very quiet in many situations, especially in group settings, yet he accurately mimics small details about others in playful ways.

JK's superpower is that he observes, learns, incorporates, and uses the information he gathers by paying attention in grand fashion. I believe he learned how to sing, behave, and perform in this way. He had a lot of talented people around him and took full advantage of the valuable exposure to them. This characteristic likely explains why he's so good at many activities, so much so he was labeled the "Golden Maknae". Over the years, he has watched intensely and has learned how to process the information that he sees very efficiently. He, for example, cooks, draws, paints, plays instruments, games and sports with surprising ease and success.

JK debuted as not only the lead singer but also as a dancer. He has naturally attractive body movements and learns dance steps quickly - by observing, I'm sure. Emotionally, JK is an empath who becomes deeply touched when he sees others in pain or sad. He is a good listener, which goes in line with being a good observer. Although he says he has a hard time remaining focused unless he's highly interested, this facet benefits him in his ability to work on many different things at once, thereby improving his skills in different areas more quickly.

💜Park Jimin (JM)💜: My bias, Jimin, was the last member to arrive at Big Hits. He is the oldest of the Maknae Line, by just a few months over V. Although dance is why he was given the opportunity to join the company, Jimin was originally being prepared to be a rapper, not a vocalist. In spite of no vocal training and the shortest time to show his abilities, Jimin debuted not just as one of the 4 vocalists, but as the only main vocalist alongside the lead vocalist, JK. By his own will and demonstration of talent, Jimin ended up blossoming into a graceful, versatile, ballet-oriented, contemporary dancer and an angelic-sounding, higher-pitched, rare countertenor with a voice so unique that it stands out and is difficult to imitate.

Jimin worked extremely hard to find his own space and strengths as well as to practically train himself to become the attention-grabbing, powerful talent he actually is. Although Jimin was not the lead singer, he ended up being assigned a lot of the high-pitched, show-stopping notes, while dancing difficult choreography as a main dancer alongside JHope. His unique voice is often remarked on by vocal coaches, teachers, reviewers, and fans, whether singing alone or along with the group. Like V, his voice adds a huge amount of color and spice to any song he sings, whether he is harmonizing, leading, or soloing. He is able to use his voice in a lot of different ways, using a wide range of pitches as well as a great deal of articulations, such as vocal fry, vibrato, and creak.

Jimin's dancing is mesmerizing, highly skilled, and eye-catching. His dance style and technique elevate whatever dance they are doing to an artistic, precise level. It doesn't matter the style, genre, or speed. Jimin can make any dance look impressive and amazing. What JK has naturally for singing, Jimin has for stage presence and audience connection. He knows the right look, wardrobe, moves, and attitude to capture attention and increase the experience of the audience with sincere authenticity. He evokes passions in people from all directions. Every performance is a theatrical storytelling moment that captures your imagination and your attention. To his credit, Jimin, who was denied adequate training before beginning, is now known as a model for other trainees to emulate. He has become a KPop standard for quality and performance and is called "The Idols' Idol".

Off stage, Jimin has been described by many as warm, compassionate, generous to a fault, kind, and relational. He has a special bond with each of the members and has gone out of his way to be a good listener, friend, and supporter of his bandmates. Jimin's maturity and attentiveness to others has been highlighted by the band members on multiple occasions. Several people have said he puts others before himself, which is the very definition of humility. Many people he has encountered have talked about how their interactions with him have deeply impacted their lives. Jimin works hard, reflects effectively, and continues to be a force of innovation and creativity that inspires coworkers and fans alike. I warned you. Jimin is my bias, and I'm proud to be his fan.

[brodygold]

A Family of Bros

Marcia and Paul were so proud of their children. Their daughter Emily had just graduated college with a degree in mechanical engineering , and their son Scott was a star player on the golden army soccer team that had just won the regional championships. The two parents had done their jobs, and now their children were heading off into the world.

But not before the family had a big celebratory meal. Emily and Scott would be at the house soon, and Scott had said he had a special surprise for his family.

As if on cue, the two children entered the house. The two were bombarded by hugs and kisses from their parents (much to their chagrin) before the family sat down for dinner.

After the meal, Scott pulled out his duffle bag, opening it up to reveal three shiny gold soccer jerseys. He handed one to each of his family members, who just held them with confused expressions on their faces. "These are your surprise." Scott said, a huge smile on his face.

"These are nice, dear. but why are you giving them to us?" Marcia asked.

"Yeah son. We already have jerseys you gave us to wear to your games." Paul added.

"I know that," Scott said. "These are special jerseys. The team each got a few after our big win. All I ask is you trust me and put them on."

The three shrugged and look at each other, but eventually pulled the jerseys over their heads. As soon as they did and the jerseys rested on their skin, they felt tingles all over as they started changing.

Marcia was first. Her gray hair shorted and changed to a light brown, giving her a classic sporty cut. Her breasts faded away into glorious and bouncy pecs. Her muscles bulged out, creating the body of a true athlete. Finally, her lower female parts were replaced by a fierce, raging bulge, making her a true alpha male.

Emily was next. Her changes were similar to those of her former mother’s, complete with male features, muscles bulging out of the jersey, and a sporty hair style.

Finally was Paul. His changes were a lot more subtle than those of Marcia and Emily, but still impressive. His gray hair darkened to brown, giving a similar haircut to the other two. His small beer belly converted into a stunning six pack, his arms bulging with their veins. His package grew from 4 inches to a respectable 7, completing the physical transformation.

Scott watched with delight as his family changed in front of him, becoming perfect athletes for the golden army. The only thing left was the mental changes. Each family member forgot their old life entirely. Decades of marriage and having two children became meeting on the field at practice, a lifelong bond forming at first sight. Talking about the bros, sports, and getting laid by the bros were the only things on their minds now. Even their names changed to more masculine and jock names: Matt, Emile and Pat respectively.

Scott turned to his new bros. “What do ya think of the new jerseys bros?”

“They’re fucking sick bro.” Matt said. The other two nodded their heads in agreement. “Yeah bro. They’ll be perfect for practice today.” Emile added.

“Then let’s go bros. Don’t wanna be late.”

And with that Scott and his bros left the house, eager to head to practice and show off their skills. Scott would miss his family a little, but he had to admit he liked his new bros so much better!

[mlpmoviemerch]

New My Little Pony: A New Generation Zipp Storm Christmas Ornament

New My Little Pony: A New Generation Zipp Storm Christmas Ornament $8.48 available here: https://amzn.to/3VwnxZH

Details below:

Bring energy and inspiration to the holiday season with Zipp Storm. Fans of My Little Pony will love displaying this Christmas ornament of the athletic pegasus with pink and purple accents.

Great Christmas gift idea for fans of Zipp Storm and My Little Pony.

Resin ornament is ready to hang on your Christmas tree with a hanger attachment.

Purchase Includes: One Hallmark Christmas tree ornament packaged in a box.

A spunky pony who is all about being true to yourself, Zipp Storm is sure to bring inspiration to the season.

Perfect for energizing the holidays, this My Little Pony Christmas tree ornament features the athletic daredevil pegasus with vibrant pink and purple mane, tail and wings.

Hallmark Ornaments celebrate characters and personalities from contemporary and classic movies, TV shows, toys, entertainment and sports.

Each festive and collectible ornament is perfect for sharing with family and friends.

HASBRO and its logo, MY LITTLE PONY and all related characters are trademarks of Hasbro and are used with permission. 2022 Hasbro. All Rights Reserved.

Perfect gift for any My Little Pony fan!

Features a Zipp Storm Christmas ornament.

Brand: Hasbro

Character: Zipp Storm

Color: Multicolor

Ornament Size Approx.: 2.375 x 3.125 x 1.125

Assembled Product Dimensions (L x W x H): 2.38 x 3.13 x 1.13 inches

Assembled Product Weight: 1.76 ounces

Inspired by My Little Pony: A New Generation

[theninjagymsquamish]

Experience the Thrill of Parkour in Squamish at The Ninja Gym

Nestled in the adventure capital of Squamish, The Ninja Gym has become the ultimate destination for fitness enthusiasts and young adventurers alike. With Squamish's unique landscape and community, it’s no surprise that parkour Squamish has taken off, offering the perfect environment to enjoy this dynamic, freeform sport. Here at The Ninja Gym, we are dedicated to providing a space for kids and adults to explore the art of parkour, develop their strength and agility, and challenge their limits in a fun and safe environment.

Why Parkour?

Parkour is more than just a sport; it’s a way to build confidence, mental resilience, and physical strength. The techniques focus on fluid movement through obstacles, requiring practitioners to leap, climb, and vault their way through various challenges. Squamish, with its blend of natural and urban terrain, offers an inspiring backdrop for parkour. The Ninja Gym brings this energy indoors, giving both beginners and seasoned athletes the opportunity to develop their skills.

Our instructors focus on providing a structured, safe environment for participants to learn parkour basics while advancing in more complex movements over time. From kids to teens and adults, The Ninja Gym tailors each session to meet individual fitness levels and goals, making it a top choice for parkour in Squamish.

Kids Summer Camps in Squamish: A Unique Adventure

For parents looking for exciting summer activities, our kids summer camps Squamish program is ideal. Combining parkour, ninja warrior-style obstacles, and engaging team activities, these camps are a wonderful opportunity for kids to stay active, build friendships, and enhance their athletic abilities. Our summer camps are designed to foster independence, build confidence, and encourage a love for physical fitness.

Children of all skill levels are welcome in our kids summer camps Squamish. Our experienced instructors ensure a safe and positive environment, with each day offering a new set of obstacles, challenges, and group exercises that build strength, agility, and problem-solving skills. Whether your child is a first-time participant or a returning parkour enthusiast, these camps provide a memorable experience that keeps kids engaged and excited to come back each day.

Celebrate Special Occasions with Birthday Party Events in Squamish

Imagine a birthday party filled with exhilarating obstacle courses, parkour stations, and ninja challenges – an unforgettable experience for any adventurous child! At The Ninja Gym, we offer birthday party events Squamish that take celebrations to a whole new level. These events combine the thrill of our Ninja Bus and our in-gym obstacle courses, giving kids an exciting and active way to celebrate their special day.

Our birthday party packages are customizable, with options to add special themes, extended playtime, and even personalized guidance from our expert instructors. From parkour-focused challenges to fun ninja obstacle races, our birthday party events Squamish offer a safe, supervised, and high-energy environment. Parents can relax and enjoy the celebration, knowing their kids are engaged in an active, enjoyable experience designed just for them.

The Ninja Gym’s Parkour Classes: What to Expect

Our parkour classes are open to all age groups, including kids, teens, and adults who are keen on exploring parkour Squamish. The Ninja Gym’s classes are designed to build foundational skills, boost physical conditioning, and enhance mental focus. Our instructors guide participants through warm-ups, safety protocols, and progressive parkour movements that ensure everyone advances at a comfortable and safe pace.

The Ninja Gym has invested in specialized equipment and obstacle setups that allow for continuous skill-building in a controlled environment. From beginner moves to complex routines, our parkour courses cater to various skill levels. Each session is an opportunity to challenge oneself, explore new techniques, and grow both mentally and physically. And because parkour emphasizes adaptability, it’s an ideal fitness activity for anyone looking to build functional strength that can be applied to various sports and everyday activities.

Community and Connection through Parkour

The Ninja Gym believes that parkour Squamish offers more than just physical benefits. As participants progress, they often find a deep sense of connection with others who share similar goals and passions. Our community-based approach emphasizes teamwork, support, and encouragement, allowing participants to form lasting friendships and develop self-confidence.

Our instructors bring a wealth of experience and passion to each class, inspiring participants to step outside their comfort zones and reach new heights. Whether joining us for weekly classes, attending our kids summer camps in Squamish, or booking a spot in one of our birthday party events Squamish, everyone who walks through our doors becomes part of The Ninja Gym community.

Why Choose The Ninja Gym for Parkour and More?

The Ninja Gym isn’t just a place for fitness; it’s a destination for adventure and personal growth. Our facility is designed to foster a love of movement and to challenge individuals in a safe and supportive environment. Squamish locals and visitors alike can experience the excitement of parkour, ninja-style obstacles, and unique fitness experiences that go beyond the typical gym routine.

Parents seeking summer activities for their kids, or anyone planning a memorable birthday celebration, will find that The Ninja Gym is equipped to provide a top-notch experience that blends fun, fitness, and friendship. With our dedicated parkour Squamish classes, engaging kids summer camps Squamish, and exciting birthday party events in Squamish, The Ninja Gym has something for everyone.

Join the Movement at The Ninja Gym

Ready to try out parkour in Squamish? The Ninja Gym is here to help you or your child develop new skills, overcome challenges, and have fun along the way. Whether you’re interested in our weekly parkour classes, looking for an unforgettable kids' summer camp experience, or planning a high-energy birthday party, we have a program for you. Join us at The Ninja Gym and discover why parkour is more than just a sport – it’s a way of life. Visit our website to learn more and book your spot in one of our upcoming sessions.

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"Finding the Perfect Personal Trainer in NYC: Transform Your Fitness Journey"

Finding the right personal trainer in New York City can be a game-changer in achieving your fitness aspirations. In a bustling city with a diverse array of fitness professionals, NYC is home to trainers specializing in everything from strength training and weight loss to holistic health and sports-specific conditioning. But how do you select the right one to suit your needs?

This guide will walk you through the benefits of hiring a Personal Trainer NYC, what to consider when selecting one, and how a personal trainer can enhance your overall fitness journey.

Why Choose a Personal Trainer in NYC?

NYC personal trainers bring expertise and motivation that can significantly accelerate your fitness progress. Whether you’re a busy professional, a stay-at-home parent, or an athlete looking to enhance performance, personal trainers can tailor programs specific to your fitness goals, offering:

Accountability and Motivation Keeping up with a workout routine can be challenging, especially with a packed schedule. A personal trainer provides that extra accountability and motivation to help you stick to your goals, offering structured support and encouragement.

Tailored Training Programs Every body is unique, which means one-size-fits-all programs rarely yield the best results. Personal trainers assess your physical condition, goals, and limitations to craft a training program specifically designed for you.

Faster and Safer Progress By guiding you through exercises with proper form and intensity, personal trainers minimize the risk of injury and optimize your workout efficiency. This combination helps you achieve faster results safely.

Qualities to Look for in a NYC Personal Trainer

When selecting a personal trainer in NYC, there are several factors to consider:

Qualifications and Certifications Look for trainers certified by reputable organizations, such as NASM, ACE, or ACSM. These certifications ensure that the trainer has the necessary knowledge and expertise.

Experience and Specialization NYC has trainers with diverse specialties—from weightlifting and HIIT to yoga and pilates. Choose a trainer who has experience in the areas that align with your goals, such as strength training, injury recovery, or endurance building.

Personalized Approach An effective personal trainer should be able to adapt their approach to meet your individual needs, whether that’s modifying exercises for injuries or adjusting intensity based on your progress.

Testimonials and Reviews Word of mouth, reviews, and testimonials can be invaluable when assessing a trainer’s effectiveness. Many NYC trainers have client reviews available on their websites, social media, or third-party platforms.

Types of Personal Training Available in NYC

In NYC, personal trainers offer a range of services to meet diverse needs:

In-Gym Personal Training Many gyms in NYC offer in-house personal trainers with access to high-quality equipment, providing clients with flexibility and professional oversight.

In-Home Personal Training For those who prefer privacy, many NYC trainers are willing to bring the workout to you, offering training sessions in the comfort of your home or nearby parks.

Online and Virtual Training Given the recent growth of remote work, many NYC Personal Trainers NYC now provide virtual training sessions, allowing clients to work out anytime, anywhere.

Group Training For those looking to exercise with friends or meet new people, group training sessions offer the perfect blend of social interaction and fitness.

Cost of Personal Training in NYC

NYC is known for its high cost of living, and personal training rates often reflect that. Hourly sessions generally range from $80 to $200, depending on the trainer’s experience, specialization, and training location. Many trainers offer discounts for package deals, and some gyms include a few sessions in their membership packages.