#don't really see that guy going to a gym but who knows....I bet he works out at home

[kaddyssammlung]

Some "freaking out" over this pic XD (in a funny way) You can see callus on his hand. Well he works out. Ever lifted some weights?! It makes your hands looks like this. Where do you think he has his muscles from?!

[biteyoubiteme]

okay okay okay!!

txt vs no nut november! and maybe single / with a partner and regular sex life

like, would / wouldn't participate (and why), how long it would take for them to lose (if lose at all, I look at you taehyun), why they would lose (idek, forgot, were too stressed, too horny, etc)

would there be a member who would be like "I'll cum at 0:01, november the first, and will enjoy the whole month looking at you all suffer, losers"?

ahhhh now I think of requesting yeonkai x reader about nnn...

txt v. no nut november

warnings: 🔞!!! gn!reader, mentions of masturbation/sex, cockwarming, edging, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.7k total

an: hiiii @apeachty you're my favorite because you can read my mind on exactly what I want to write next lol I don't know if I got everything you asked for but I hope you enjoy!

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taehyun .ᐟ

if you didn't think taehyun was winning I don't know what you're on but it's just known that he would hold out the longest. If he did lose it was because the clocks had just turned to midnight when he finished effectively ending his need to even participate in a game he knows is arbitrary. This does not mean that he doesn't still try because he loves a challenge. Will spend more time in the gym because of it but he will never complain. The guys will make fun of him saying he's not even in the game anymore seeing as he failed first, will actually go on into the first week of December just to prove a point.

beomgyu .ᐟ

Now I don't think beomgyu is very competitive about most things and if he is it's only because of teasing and needing to prove people wrong. But November is his time to shine. He will actively encourage the other’s partners to tease the boys just so that he can ‘win’ the bet. Will make it through the month but the end is an absolute struggle, suddenly he's getting boners left and right like he's a teenager again. The last day of November is the day he breaks. Technically all the other boys have already lost if you look past taehyun going past November. This is his excuse and doesn't even make it through the morning before he's cumming. By the end of the day, he is three orgasms down and doesn't even care about winning the title besides the fact he can joke about it until next year.

yeonjun .ᐟ

He tries so hard and wants to beat beomgyu because he is his only real competition. Actually masturbates a lot and just edges himself because he likes teasing and the ache it gives him. Avoiding his partner as if that will help anything, his imagination is just well enough. Only makes it a little more than halfway through the month before he's given up. He's not able to stay away from his partner and needs them too much to stop himself. Although he tries to just edge himself again, cockwarming only works until he's absentmindedly thrusting, cursing when he accidentally finishes. Just shrugs and goes another round this time without even feeling sorry. 

kai .ᐟ

Doesn't even remember that he's not supposed to be having sex, and doubly doesn't remember not to cum. He lasts a few days max and only because hadn't been near his partner. But as soon as they come near he's a needy mess, begging to get off because he just missed them so much. Remembers the last second about the group chat and the threats of having to pay for everyone's dinner if he's first to lose. Feels like a failure for only a second before shrugging just glad he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Promises to win next year even if it's the last thing he does.

soobin .ᐟ

Talks big talk about winning but forgets exactly how often he finishes in a month. Will put himself into a bad mood and it's only been a few hours into November 1st. Has to avoid opening certain apps because he knows his feed will be evil and show him exactly what he wants to see but can't use to get him off. Surprises himself by even making it through the day only not really because he's got his hand down his pants only an hour before midnight. Cums multiple times and doesn't even bring it up that he's lost, actually lies about still holding out until he confesses to Kai that he too did not last long at all. “No, it was actually torture, the only thing I could think about was getting off and wondering exactly where you guys would pick to eat and if it would be that crazy to just send my card info in the chat to get it over with,” 

He and Taehyun have a full back-and-forth that lasts longer than it should about who should give their card to the waiter. The very serious debate ends after the laughter from the other boys is so loud people are looking their way. Soobin grumbles as he pays but knows it's only fair because he technically did lose first. He also knows that he was only a minute shy of actually finishing at midnight before the day even started for their competition and would have ended up paying anyway because unlike taehyun he would not have just continued the competition but would have just given up without even trying. 

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[subtlelovers]

Toji Fushiguro headcanons

Creator: Yall reblogs, likes, comments and suggestions are GREATLY appreciated!!!! I never knoow who to write these about so I just chose Geto, the nsfw is marked in blue mdni

This man has HUGE hands, you bet he is comparing them to yours. If he ever cares to give you a massage it will be great, thanks to his hands size.

We all know Toji's body is ripped, speaking of huge lets talk about his chest. He loves having you resting your face on it etc.

I feel like Toji hates people but people also hate Toji, you are his only exception.

He definetely has his own gym at home, I don't think he likes when people watch him work out.

I also think that he enjoys working out while you are there though. I feel like he would want you to sit on his back while he does push ups and hold his feet when he does sit ups, so on.

Toji has a resting bitch face, we can admit that. But I don't think he is pissed off all the time, maybe yes he gets dissapointed fast but I don't think he gets mad very easily.

We have heard his deep voice, now imagine it in the morning when he has that deep, raspy just woke up voice.

I think that his love language is acts of service and physical touch, I just imagine it makes him feel warm and fuzzy when he tends to your wounds or you to his. Or doing the chores for eachother for example.

His favourite type of dates is just the casual netflix and chill.

The biggest romantic, buying you roses if he sees something you would enjoy he wraps it up and gifts it to you.

^He is terrible at wrapping presents.

Appears to be super tough but he is the hugest softie when you two are alone together, never letting anyone catch him lacking though.

He is not the kind of guy to ask for cuddles but really loves them.

Toji ADORES it when you sit in his lap, and if you fall asleep while sitting in his lap its even better

He likes watching you put on makeup but will never let you put anything on him, not even as much as a lotion that smells like "girls" lotion.

NSFW MDNI

Lets admit it. Those big hands I mentioned earlier do good in other than just massages. He loves when you start squirming or begging even from just his fingers alone.

He is way more of a hard dom. He has no intention of being gentle, at all.

He is very strong so you bet he will throw you around and manhandle you like he owns you.

We can face it, he is either the type of guy to tease you during foreplay to the point it's just torture. Or he will not do any foreplay at all and go straight to the case.

He always says things like. "Let me hear you" and "I love these pretty sounds you make for me"

This guy LOVES when you give him blowjobs, he also enjoys covering your lips with his pre-cum before inserting himself in your mouth.

When Toji has sex he isn't making love, he Fucks. Yes he is loving in any other situation. Just not when he is having sex, the man turns into a monster.

Toji is definetely not a moaner. He grunts and groans, maybe he lets a whine escape his lips whenever he cums.

He prefers to go in raw, not on the pill? Too bad.

This guy loves spanking your ass, the clap noise is like music to his ears.

Thank you so much for reading, lmk anything you think I missed and also lmk who to do next. Make sure to check out my other ones too!

[petew21-blog]

Life upgrade

Hi, I am Earl Montgomery. I am 34 year old gay man. I studied history and enhlish literature at Columbia and then I became a teacher. I have been working as a teacher since than and I have to say that being a teacher is one of the most honorable proffesions there are. You get to educate all the young minds and set them on a right path in life. If only they would listen to me during classes. Maybe my life wouldn't be so boring. The job takes all my energy. I never believed that so many teachers get burnt out, but man. Once you see that your job affects only few of those kids and the rest just doesn't care, you contemplate back on your life. What could I have done different? I could have had a happy, adventurous life full of fun and sex. Oh how I miss the sex.

Oh sorry, my bad. You thought the guy wearing sports clothes is me? Oh no no no. This is me actually

That guy is Barry. The gym teacher. He's the same age as me. But his life is much better. He works as a gym teacher, coach and in his free time he is a personal trainer in gym. He gets to coach all the hot bodybuilders and sometimes women, that lust over him a later on sleep with him.

I onced tried to hit on him, thinking he might be bisexual, but ended up being ignored for the rest of the school year. He started talking to me again recently and that's fine. If there is no drama it's all good. Besides. He has his own life full of sport and travelling around the world, fucking everything that moves. And I have my own life. My slightly boring and depresive life.

Who am I kidding? I hate my life. I wish I were Barry. To have his hot body, his libido, his life full of travellling and fucking everyone.

Suddenly it was so bright all around me. I was in a garage. Running. I stopped. Where am I? Why am I running? How did I get here?

I looked around but the place was empty. Then I looked down and saw the grey clothes for sport that Barry has. "This can't be". I walked over to the nearest car and saw Barry. No, I saw my reflection.

"Well well well. Can't ignore me now, huh?" I flexed my biceps over the shirt. So freaking hot. He is so buff. Must be amazing to be so strong and have strong muscles like this. His skin is so tense and beautiful. I gotta go somewhere more private to look what he's hiding under this. Don't know how this freaky friday will last.

Vibration in my pocket. Some girls want to have a private class with me in the gym. But the emojis don't seem like they want to take the training very seriously. Might be fun.

"Flex for the camera. Perfect!"

"Omg Barry, you're really hot. How did you get so big?"

"You think this is big... you haven't seen all of me yet. Haha" Where the hell was this coming from? Why did I say that?

"Really? We were actually thinking you coul help us stretch some time and show us how to do this to not hurt ourselves."

"I can stretch you both now in the showers, babes" Whyyy am I saying this. I'm not straight for fucks sake. Oh no. I'm not, but Barry is. I need to get back. I can't be straight.

1 hour later

"Thanks Barry. What a great personal class. Haha. Same time next week?" the taller oned asked while walking away from the gym

"You bet!" the sex was really good I have to admit that. But only this body craves it. Not me. I am gay, I don't want to watch pussy all day.

Phone vibrated again

Holy shit, A message from my number:"Hey, I don't know what you did to me, but I just jerked off for the third time thinking about my own body and I can't keep doing this... I want to swa... SUUCK your dick"

Oh maan, he has the same problem as I do. His body responds to what the person craved before, bout our minds didn't change our sexual orientation it seems.

"Came to your body's place in 30 minutes. Bring lube. Don't be late" I texted. I love this confidence the body is so full off.

And I bet I am gonna love the fact that my old body is gonna suck my dick very soon.

Haha. Gotta thank the istock photos for the inspiration

Story from inbox: Would you be able to do a story where a nerdy teacher swaps bodies with the hunky football coach. Maybe even cucking him?

[buckevantommy]

What fic tropes do you most want to see for bucktommy?

big fan of hurt/comfort and some angst, which i think we will get.

i want them to be settled in their relationship and be solid and be each other's home, and then comes the angst, but not in a way that threatens their relationship, more like: one of them gets hurt on the job for physical hurt/comfort - i would love to see tommy get hurt actually, and buck stays at his place to take care of him; proof that this capable brickhouse of a guy is not invincible. and he struggles to let himself be taken care of, and evan helps him realise that he has people who care about him - not just buck; maybe eddie visits! chim! hen! he's been on his own for so long he's quite self sufficient but buck isn't having it; this allows for some first fight potential, where tommy insists he can do it himself (bc he doesn't want to be a burden or seem weak) and buck being frustrated and a little hurt that tommy doesn't want him in his space or want his help, which makes buck feel like he's being too much and caring too much.. but they work it out! but maybe before they do we get chim/hen/eddie paying tommy a visit to check on him but moreover spend time with him and also talk things out a bit; tommy realising it's okay to let people in (chim would be perfect for this callback).

and tommy dealing with his asshole father for some emotional hurt/comfort - i just really want to see a less coolcalmcollected tommy, and i think buck seeing that and being there for him and tommy realising he has someone to lean on will strengthen their relationship.

and early season 8 with gerrard in charge is perfect for some emotional support and understanding: tommy being there for buck as he vents. and tommy confronting gerrard (not just about his treatment of evan and the 118 but about who he is and how he does not deserve to be a captain at all) which doesn't go well and brings up a lot of issues for tommy (his past self, his father and upbringing, etc) and results in him being riled and losing some of that cool calm composure buck is so used to - maybe we get buck finding tommy at the gym, or tommy and eddie doing muay thai because tommy needs the release. and eventually we get buck calming him down or tommy running out of steam and breaking down a little.

(this is all very tommy-centric i know, i just want more of him! more screentime! more emotional variation! more character and relationship growth!)

and as much as i want them to be a solid couple, i want there to be moments of uncertainty: jealous buck when he sees tommy is friendly with one of his exes or sees a guy flirting with tommy. tommy being so sure about a future with evan -has never been more sure of anyone in his life- but holding himself back because he doesn't want to move too fast for both their sakes - but he opens up by the end of the ep and it culminates in him asking evan to move in with him.

open and honest communication is integral to their relationship so i don't really want to see any secret keeping, but i could see one of them keeping a secret about the gerrard/ortiz drama to spare the other one worry or to keep them out of the crosshairs. but it won't be a lingering issue, preferably sorted in an ep or two.

also just: gimme friendship for tommy! gimme tommy and chim and hen and eddie hanging out (separately or together) because we know they're friends. gimme tommy and karen, tommy and maddie brunch dates - with jee! gimme tommy babysitting jee and the others! would also love to see some of tommy's coworkers and friends. basically let tommy have some platonic relationships because it's important to show he has a place in the 118 extended family even when evan isn't in the mix, and that he has a life outside the 118 too.

since tommy is a first responder i think it's a safe bet we'll see him working with the 118 at some point - lafd is linked from the streets to the skies - maybe buck doing a rope rescue out of the chopper or tommy rescuing buck and some civilians from a cliffside or highrise. maybe the 118 responding to a chopper crash. so many scenarios they could give us, and i want tommy working with the rest of the 118, too.

[gyuluttony]

gonna do something somewhat out there and out of nowhere. i just finished kinktober on my like... main wg account so i've missed doing kpop wg so i'm coming back with... zb1 SDFJSDF gunwook been attacking me lately so he's going to be the one feeling it now.

All-in

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.

There was a dreamy sort of sigh that left the table in the library and it took one paper flying to cause the source of it to make an annoyed expression. "Yah! Kim Gyuvin!" The warm tone of Gunwook sounded a little more frustrated than usual as his friend held his finger in front of his lips, to shush him.

"You can't be too loud in the library, Gunwook~" The teasing tone almost made him jump over the table to show him who could be louder of the two before he felt the pointed gazes of the students around them and buried his head in his textbook, muttering curses towards his friend who barely had enough mercy to add quietly, "Just because Matthew hyung is here doesn't mean you should neglect your work."

His long crush on the older friend of theirs was something that was practically known by everyone in their friend group. And something that he couldn't help but get embarrassed about everytime someone pointed it out. He wasn't that subtle about it... and it wasn't aided by the fact that Matthew tended to treat him nicer than his heart knew how to react with.

"Gyuvin, I swear if you don't stop talking about it when he's this close by, I-" The words that left Gunwook were growing more threatening by the moment before he heard a loud exclamation. "Oh, Gyuvinnie and Gunwookie!" It was always nice that Matthew didn't seem to care about the negative glances for the loud volume but he only belated realized, offering a small apology and a sweet smile that no one could stay mad at as he approached.

"O-oh, hyung! Good to see you." Gunwook was severely underprepared for the way that Matthew sat next to him and leaned on his shoulder while Gyuvin tried not to laugh.

"H-hi, hyung." Gyuvin imitated his stammer which got a death glare shot in his direction before Matthew spoke again, "I didn't know you guys were studying here... but I brought some snacks for Taerae since he said that he wanted some." Gunwook tried his best not to visibly deflate at the thought before the snacks were placed in front of him.

"Huh? What are you doing, hyung?" Matthew stuck his tongue out as he added, "No one said he needed to get them all. I bought a lot so you can just have the extra instead. I know how much you love to eat." There was a pat on his head from the older man and Gunwook did his best to not beam before opening the box. Gyuvin rolled his eyes from across the table, texting someone about what he was witnessing in front of him.

While he dug into the snacks and made conversation with Matthew there were some things that came to mind. Taerae was a little bit on the heavier side. Not fat but chunky was a good way to describe him. It only made his dimples and smiles cuter and nicer to hug, something that Matthew was incredibly fond of. He had believed that Matthew was someone who had a crush on Taerae for a very long time... so maybe that was what he was missing.

Gunwook was a good gym buddy for Matthew... but what if he wanted something that was a little bit softer. Was that the best way to capture his attention? With a renewed vigor, Gunwook ate the snacks that Matthew had brought even faster, surprising both of his company. "Hyung, do you have any more?"

Gyuvin wasn't unaware to the way that Matthew's face seemed to warm up as he stammered for a response for a moment before furiously texting Ricky. They had made a bet on when something would happen between them after all but he couldn't really afford it to happen now... he was going to lose the bet.

"All I have is the stuff for Taerae... how about..." Matthew bit his lip with a smile that he was failing to hide. "I bring these to him and we can head out for something to eat?" Gunwook's eyes brightened before Matthew nearly stumbled out to get the treats to Taerae. Gunwook began to pack his notes while Gyuvin looked at him, "Seriously?"

"You told me to stop staring... so I'm doing something about it." Considering how smart Gunwook is, it should have occurred to him that Matthew practically sprinted back to him so that they could head out to get food while Gyuvin was trying to ease up Ricky on the bet so he wouldn't owe him too much.

-

As he jumped in his dorm room, Gunwook felt his face burn, feeling the way that the flab jiggled, trying to squeeze every possible extra inch of himself into the pants that no longer fit into his frame. It was almost like a dam was broken that day.

He had stopped going to the gym as much with Matthew but he was seeing him just as much, if not more. They were always getting food since Matthew excused it as wanting to treat his dongsaeng. But, Gunwook didn't realize that not working out combined with Matthew's constant treats would have results this fast.

He'd already let out this pair of pants twice since upsizing and now, his belly was sticking out from his body, proud and bloated with fat. Or food considering that Matthew treated him most meals in a day. It was always nice when he insisted on Gunwook trying something new and he loved it.

It's not like the weight was solely tied to his prominent belly but it settled in his thighs and glutes which wasn't really aiding the pants situation. They clung tightly to the plump thighs as well as didn't even make halfway up his ass as he tried hopping into them again, hearing a faint tear of fabric and how much the fat on his body jiggled at the motion.

While looking at himself in the mirror, Gunwook's hand absentmindedly rubbed his belly as he felt his face flush. Matthew had been a lot more touchy with him recently. Either holding his love handles or even sneaking squeezes on his belly which always made him think he was on the right track to getting his attention. After all, him blowing up was for him as well.

But, there was an enjoyment he was getting out of it as well. Feeling the way that his body expanded, burst out of belts sometimes and even was starting to get stuck in booths at the restaurants they frequented... there was a bliss in this... he just wanted to do it properly with Matthew at his side and just like his appetite, it was insatiable. He was no longer content with just being friends.

There was a knock on his dorm door. They had already made plans to go out again and while he wasn't ready in the slightest, he knew that his outfit (or lack of since he didn't fit in the button down that couldn't even close or his pants) would get the answer he wanted.

Opening the door, he heard Matthew's voice. "Gunwookie~ Are... you..." The happy voice trailed off before he looked down at the gut that was staring straight at him as he swallowed dryly. "I'm up here, hyung." Matthew's gaze needed to be torn away from the plump mass before Gunwook smiled. "Wanna order in?"

The feeling of Matthew's muscular body crashing into him and jostling his belly enough that the buttons he managed to get closed break told him everything that he needed. He had went all-in and got the pay out that he wanted... and soon, he was sure that he'd need to upsize again anyways now that his boyfriend was showing him just how much he appreciated that excess on his body.

[buzzkillchainsaw]

⚠️ addiction, child abuse/neglect, death

Takumi Hoga was twelve years old when he first entered the ring. What else was he to do, really? He had just found out that he would be held back another grade again. Usually kids like him would hear the same old "You're not stupid, you're just lazy" speech over and over again, but not Takumi. He knew what the teachers thought of him. The current ones, that is. The teachers at the last two schools he was expelled from were probably relieved to never waste another thought on him again, after what he did. Bit a child here, broke a bone there. Bruises. Bloody noses. "Beast types", teachers would sneer whenever Takumi caused another "incident". Other than that, nobody paid much attention to him, even in class. You see, Takumi was born with abnormally large and abnormally many teeth very similar to a shark's. Whenever he opened his mouth to say something, teachers and students alike would cringe at his impeded speech, the latter even making fun of it in front of the former. So Takumi just stopped speaking altogether. His grades steadily worsened. His job prospects looked bleaker and bleaker each year. His parents didn't care. His mother was busy with drugs and whatever affair she had going on currently and his father often left for "work" for days at a time, leaving his son to fend for himself more often than not. There was nothing in his life that could've prevented Takumi from entering the ring.

On that fateful day after school Takumi was prowling the streets, homework and upcoming tests being the last thing on his mind. Some kid, a few years older than him, approached him. A fellow "beast", with sharp teeth and blue scales on his skin. He was wearing a cool leather jacket and expensive sunglasses. Takumi liked them.

"Hey, buddy. You look bored.", the guy said.

Takumi nodded. He was bored.

"I know a place where kids like us can have fun and earn cash on the side. Interested?"

"Like a job?", Takumi asked.

"Yeah, but more fun.", the guy answered.

Takumi was unsure. His teacher had told him that he'd never have a good job with his lousy grades and long attack record. "No respectable company will want to hire a beast like you.", she said. So how come this guy now wanted him for a job? And a "fun" one, at that?

"What do I have to do?", Takumi asked.

Everything moved quickly after that. The guy introduced him to "the boss", a man in his thirties who loved expensive food and loud cars. He even let Takumi sit on the passenger seat and choose the music they listened to on their drive to the ring. When they arrived, Takumi was handed a simple white shirt and shorts which reminded him of the clothes he had to wear in gym class. "Now all you gotta do", the boss said, "is beat up this guy over there." Another beast was in the ring, not much older than Takumi. He waved towards the excited crowd beyond the cage that surrounded the ring.

"Beat him up?", Takumi asked, "I'm allowed to do that?"

"Yeah. Beat him, scratch him, bite him, do whatever you want until he taps out or you hear the alarm."

"What if I have to tap out first?", Takumi asked. The boss grinned and handed him a tiny plastic bag with some powder inside. "I don't think you will." 

The guy from before didn't lie: This was fun. Takumi didn't even break a sweat during his first fight, knocking the guy out cold. The second fight was against an older girl who transformed into a wolf, Takumi grabbed her nape with his teeth and shook her until she tapped out. At the end of the evening the boss gave him his payment and drove him back. He handed the boy a phone and said he'd text him if he had another fight for him lined up. Takumi stuffed the phone and the money in his pockets and went to buy himself a leather jacket and sunglasses.

Takumi Hoga was thirteen years old when he adopted the stage name "Armageddon". The boss had turned him into a rising star in the local business. Bets were made on whether Armageddon won or lost the fight and the boss always gave him a cut of the winnings which Takumi would spend on food, video games and clothes. Sponsors would sometimes pay him directly to write messages and contact details on his white shirt in permanent marker, displaying them in the ring for all to see. After the fight, the boss would get him cleaned up and drive him home. Takumi then spent the next day eagerly awaiting a message from the boss. On nights without fights Takumi felt horrible, writhing around in his bed, sweating bullets and sometimes even throwing up. But as soon as a new fight came up and Takumi got his hands on that powder the boss always gave him beforehand, the world was alright again. He felt light but focused at the same time, fearless, excited and full of energy. He had finally found something he was good at. And he loved doing it.

Takumi Hoga was fourteen years old when he almost died in the ring. The boss didn’t tell him beforehand that the reptile-looking beast he was about to fight had venom. Armageddon knocked out his opponent, but then sunk to the floor, foaming at the mouth, breathing raspily. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just killed the fucker before he bit you”, the boss hissed into his ear. After some back and forth the manager of the reptile guy decided to hand over some antivenom. Even with that, Takumi felt horrible for days afterwards, unable to move the bitten arm. But when the boss texted him again the week after, he jumped at the opportunity to get back in the ring.

Takumi Hoga was fifteen years old when he fought his first adult opponent in the ring. He was hesitant, but the boss said that nobody wanted to pay to see Armageddon wipe the floor with boring ol' kids who couldn't even fight back. "There's just no money in it", the boss said, "and you wanna keep making money, don't you?" When Armageddon entered the ring, he saw a young man in front of him. Some kind of fish beast with claws and glowing spots on his skin. "Please", the man whispered, "I have debts. I need to get out of here. Please just forfeit, I need the money. I really need it." Armageddon shook his head. "Please", the man said, "Don't hurt me." Armageddon was fifteen years old when he took his first life in the ring.

Armageddon was sixteen years old when he first tried to leave the business. He kept having nightmares about the man he killed and the side effects of the powder started getting to him. But he craved it more and more and that tiny little packet the boss always gave him just didn't cut it anymore. He would've just bought himself more if he knew what it was. The boss wouldn't tell him. So one day, Armageddon stopped answering texts from the boss. He prowled the streets instead, picking fights, doing anything to distract from the withdrawal symptoms plaguing him. Eventually, he collapsed on the street and woke up again in the hospital. Police were called, his parents were called, social services were called. Lots of big words were thrown around that he didn't understand. Negligence. Addiction. Custody. Takumi Hoga was sixteen years old when he was removed from his parents and placed in temporary care with social services. But he didn't stay there very long. They wanted him to go to rehab, anger management classes, school. They took his phone and his hard earned money and placed him on a strict schedule with an early curfew. And Takumi tried. He really did. But he just couldn't live the life everyone else was expecting of him. Takumi Hoga was sixteen years old when he escaped back to the only life he knew how to live well.

Armageddon was seventeen years old when he fought “Razortooth”, a masked volunteer from the crowd. It was a rare occasion. Usually the boss decided who would fight him and the fights would be advertised in the business days in advance. Sometimes the book would drive him to private fights in some rich guy’s basement where Armageddon would fight and kill exotic animals, other beast-types or just random people who probably wronged that rich guy somehow. But tonight was open cage night in the ring, so whichever brave soul thought they could kick Armageddon’s ass was allowed to. Razortooth was a green-skinned beast wearing a short-sleeved hoodie and a ski mask. Armageddon immediately noticed that she fought wildly different from what he was used to. When you spend a lot of time in the ring, you tend to adopt a certain style. Flashy. Violent. Ruthless. But Razortooth didn’t seem to be here for the show. She dodged a left hook and rushed him, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“Hey”, she whispered into his ear as he struggled to get free.

“Hey”, he whispered back. He then punched her in the back, but the angle was weird, so it didn’t hit as hard.

“You want out?”, she whispered and shifted her weight, letting him stumble backwards towards her leg and kicking him in the back of his knee.

“I can’t”, he whispered back.

“He’s got you on Flick? That powder?”

“Yeah. Powder.”

“Alright. Sink to the floor and punch me in the kidney.”, she whispered.

“Why?”

“I’ll slip you my number and then I’ll forfeit.”

“Why?”

“I wanna help you get out.”

So Armageddon sank to the floor, then used her lowered defense to punch her. He then grabbed her and pushed her against the cage wall. Her arms flew up and he noticed something brushing against the pockets of his shorts. Razortooth forfeited.

Takumi Hoga was eighteen years old when he joined the Purpose Program. It was a long back and forth with Hitomi, the beast who had fought him in the ring under the name “Razortooth”. He thought about calling her for weeks after the fight, but something always came up. When he finally did, he didn’t expect her to be actually serious about helping him. But she was. They met up in secret and just talked for a bit. 

“Are you a cop?”, he asked. 

“No.”, she said, “Cops won’t help much in a situation like this.” Takumi nodded. 

It felt great to talk about all this to someone. Hitomi never judged him, even when he talked about how he enjoyed hurting people in the ring. Or when he told her how he once woke up almost choking on his own vomit the night after a big fight (and big dosage of Flick). She showed him where to get Flick so he wasn’t dependent on the boss for it anymore. But she also told him what the drug actually did to his body, how he was cutting his life short if he continued consuming it. Takumi didn’t wanna die. But he also didn’t know what to do with his life if it wasn’t in the ring. Hitomi then offered to go get him tested, no strings attached. Takumi remembered how he did get tested once in elementary school, but not much was revealed there besides “big teeth” and “stronger than his peers”. The tests of the Purpose Program were different, though. It really felt like the scientists were interested in him, in what he could do. Apparently he was able to breathe underwater all this time, it just required a little surgery to open the gills in his neck. The first time he dove into the pool at the research center was heavenly, it was like he had discovered a piece of himself that was always hidden away from him. He was also strong, which he already knew, and had a lot of endurance. And the cherry on top was his excellent sense of smell underwater. He could locate a drop of blood on the other side of the pool while blindfolded. 

“Water rescue” was the verdict. A job. For him. 

He didn’t take it. He was scared. He relapsed multiple times, going back to the ring on nights where his mind just wouldn’t stop racing. But instead of the boss, it was Hitomi who picked him up. “Recovery isn’t linear”, she’d say. “But if you wanna enter the program, you gotta commit, Takumi.”

“I don’t wanna be Takumi anymore.”, he said, “But I also don’t wanna be Armageddon.”

“So who do you wanna be?”, she asked.

[callinskiiscalling88]

An Ace pokemon is their strongest

Includes All 7 dorms + Staff

This is your sign to totally ask my about my pokemon au I wrote a whole lore doc for it and even added some hisui stuff

Heartybul

Riddle: Shaymin

Shaymin is a hedgehog and since Riddle is the grass gym leader in my au it just worked the best. Imagine it's flower is a rose though. (He probably wouldn't use it for the gym that's too op)

Ace: Scorbunny

I needed a lil rascal for Ace and Scorbunny gives such Ace vibes.

Deuce: Buneary

After the bunny event (can't remember the name of it for the life of me) I had to give him a bunny pokemon. I also wanted it to be a duo with Ace's ace. (tehehe ace and ace) For all you Adeuce-ers I have a drawing vision I'll create one day.

Cater: Ditto

Identity issues. I picture Ditto approaching Cater as Cater and he assumed it was a clone for the longest time. Ofc until he tried making it disappear and it didn't work.

Trey: Chansey

He's like the big brother of the group so I thought Chansey was perfect.

Savanaclaw

I didn't wanna just base them off of their species since I was going to give them Pokemon Beastman types instead. (For example Leona is a Pyroar Beastman)

Leona: Lucario

I wanted a fighting type since he's the fighting gym leader. So when I was playing Legends Arceus and stumbled upon an alpha Lucario I knew it had to be. (Dunno how much it fits tho tbh)

Ruggie: Timburr

I needed a lil rascal for him. Someone who could snag something and run off. Also preferably a fighting type. Timburr fits the profile.

Jack: Lycanroc

He turns into a wolf...this one had to be a wolf. I wanted one that didn't give intimidating vibes and Lycanroc was my best bet. I feel like it's a very loyal pokemon and from what I know Jack is decently loyal. (I'm sorry I don't know much about Jackypoo)

Octavinelle

Azul: Grapploct

I know I said I didn't wanna go species based, but tbh it was either this or Vaporeon and I feel like I could find more similarities with these two. It's pre-evolution is a small little guy who works it's way up to it's strong version, similar to Azul working hard to become the successful man- teen he is today.

(this lil guy)

Jade: Lapras

I needed something to pair with Floyd and just going for the eels felt too easy. Lapras has this elegance that Jade has so I thought it'd work

Floyd: Gyrados

(did I spell that wrong?) He totally caught a Magikarp when he was younger because he thought it looked funny then kept it. Look at it now!!

Scarabia

Kalim: Donphan

I wanted an angry looking pokemon to contradict his friendly optimistic-ness. + elephant. He rides an elephant in Chapter/Book 4.

Jamil: Serviper

Jamil *Viper* Ser*Viper*

Ignyhyde

Idia: Luxray

Almost went with PorygonZ but he likes kitties and as the electric type gym leader I had to go with Luxray. Lions are cats!!

Ortho: Rotom

Come on... Do I have to explain? Oh wait non-pokemon fans might be reading this, yes I do. Rotom can travel between devices and sometimes even the players Pokedex. (Encyclopedia of Pokemon) (Sun/Moon for example)

Diasomnia

Malleus: Meowstick♂️

Everyone keeps giving him a super op team full of legend/psuedo-legendary dragon types but instead I made him part Dialga (basically the god of time) so I could excuse it.

I can't see him getting many pokemon, most escaping their balls and leaving Mal down. But this Meowstick lives in his castle. He wanted to befriend it but it was really stubborn. Eventually they became comrades tho!!

Silver: Swablu

He needs an Altaria. It's a cloud bird (technically dragon but shhhh)‼️‼️Swablu doesn't evolve until level 50 though and he's still young so he needs to wait.

Sebek: Pom-Pom Oricorio

I LOVE HIS DYNAMIC WITH ORICORIO!! I picked it because it was an electric cheerleader and he's always idolizing Mal but there's lore origins

Sebek found Oricorio when he was younger and out playing with Silver. It was injured and about to faint (Pokemon's equivalent to dying) Silver insisted on rushing it home and having Lilia help save it. Sebek carried it all the way there and it grew attached to him.

I can see Baul having issues with him having a non-evolving Pokemon but give it time, it'll prove it can be strong

Lilia: Sneasler

Come on...Look at them.

Sneasler is a Hisui exclusive actually, and Hisui is Sinnoh in the 1700s-ish. It also looks like it could be a soldier, look at it. Amazing. Perfect. I love Sneasler.

Extra: (You'll have to look these up yourself)

Crowley: Haunchcrow, it's in the name, it's a crow.

Crewel: Furfrou, dog you get to stylize, perfect fit

Vargas: Machamp (please say I didn't mix it up, the fully evolved one) Human like muscle pokemon absolutely perfect.

Trein: Lucius, Lucius is a pokemon in my au. shush it's just a rare species

Sam: Dusknoir, skull ghost type. Perfect for Sammypoo.

So that concludes all their aces. Funsies!! I'm back in my Pokemon hyperfix so I'm brainrotting. This was one of many...

I have everything planned out but the lore doc only contains up to Scarabia's arc rn. (But still ask about anything I literally have most of it planned)

The Pokemon au focuses on Yuu, who gets sent to the TWST region (shush ik not creative) by Arceus (Pokemon God). Professor Crowley finds poor Yuu and offers to help them home, if they complete the Pokedex. (I had to type that out 4 times I kept accidentally deleting it)

Thanks for Reading

Octavinelle and Diasomnia are my favs rn because those (+ Pomfiore) I branch away from the main story the most. (Yuu gets into trouble with Azul let's just say~)

So ask about it, I wanna share the brainrot. (I'll probably make a massive lore post about it one day if no one does...I can't be contained)

Anyways have a wonderhoytastic day!!

Thanks for reading, Byebye!!

[octuscle]

Hey, this is Chronivac Support correct?

I’m a 19 year old guy, and the other day I thought to myself that I’d really like to try some leather. You know what those men wear, with the big black jackets, the leather pants and the hats, but I have a suspicion it might not look right on me considering my body is quite small and lacks any muscle. Do you think you could help me?

Being 19 years old, small and not very muscular is no reason not to like leather. And you don't have to be a hairy muscle god to find something to fuck in a darkroom. Or to get fucked in a sling. But it is my pleasure to be of service to you. Especially since leather is an expensive fetish, you have to be able to afford it. I'll program a new rhythm of life. You start an apprenticeship as a motorcycle mechanic to have the smell of leather around you all day. After work you go to the gym. Two hours of exercise. And afterwards you go to a fetish bar. In the beginning you wear jeans and a T-shirt. But from your first salary you buy your first leather pants. It's Friday evening, let's start. I set the time lapse to the maximum speed. One second, one month. Stop after 20 seconds.

So, let's have a look at you: You're almost 22 years old. Handsome young man. Your muscles are developing well. And what's more important: Your self-confidence is there. You like leather and are proud of it. On weekends you stand behind the counter in the leather bar. And when you are not working, you let off steam. Fucking, pissing, fisting. Everything already tried. You know that everyone is looking at you and you enjoy it.

Try out the body. It's 10:00 p.m., time to hit the streets.

So, how was the first night? Okay, as a top you are not taken too seriously yet with your cute face. But how often did someone want to fuck you? I hope you enjoyed it.

It's Saturday afternoon, let's do shopping. But before that, I'll let the time lapse go on for another minute. 27 years old. They don't fool you on the bike any more than they do on the sling. In the meantime, the guys are waiting for your arrival in the darkroom in the evening to be fucked by you. And in your basement you have built your own cave with Andreas cross. And in the fetish store of your confidence you are platinum customer.

Cool new outfit! I'm already lying down in the sling, sir!

Slept in? I bet the evening and the morning have taken their toll. And the fella you took home willingly had the dog mask put on him before he was allowed to fall asleep at the foot of the bed. But now send him to his basket, I'll let the clock run forward another minute.

Sure, it's a matter of taste. But for me you have now reached the climax. You have to have almost 20 years of experience in the leather scene. Especially at your age. Today is slave market in the leather bar. Let's see who will throw themselves at your feet. One thing is for sure, you will both have your fun.

[pensat-i-fet]

Sweet treats (Micky van de Ven x Reader)

**A lovely anon suggested this could be a cute idea for a fluffy imagine and it inspired me to write a quick one. Hope you guys like it ❤️**

Word count: 1750

Masterlist

Wattpad

Creating social media content was one thing people thought was very easy to do. But it really wasn't. Trends kept changing and the algorithm was absolutely ruthless. So life as a content creator was not that easy. Also, you hated the word influencer but kept being called that.

What you could influence, or should we say who you could influence, was your boyfriend. Because you had him wrapped around your finger and he'd do anything you needed him to do for you.

“Micky!”, you called while you walked around the house with your laptop in your hands. “I need your pretty face to get more likes. The last few posts didn't do well”.

“Huh?”

Micky took his earphones off to listen to what you were saying while he got up from the bench where he was lifting weights…shirtless.

“Give me a second…”, you said, placing your laptop on the floor and grabbing your phone to take a photo of your boyfriend. “That would get a lot of likes but it's going to my private collection. Not sorry”.

“What are you doing?”, laughed Micky.

“Brainstorming. I don't know what I can post next but I need you to be in the post. It gets more likes”.

“Brave of you to tell me you only want me for the likes”.

“I was literally drooling 10 seconds ago. I also want you for the abs”.

Micky laughed and kissed your cheek before finding a towel to remove the sweat from his face.

“We could do a couples workout. People like that”.

“It's not a bad idea”, you nodded, adding that to your list of potential post ideas. “I could get a brand to sponsor it if I wear their clothes”.

“I like it when you wear sexy workout clothes”.

“I bet you do…I'm fine with you only wearing your Spurs shorts like you're doing now. But wear a t-shirt if we film this video. Only I get to see you wearing so little”.

“You and my teammates”, he laughed.

“Yeah…lucky boys”.

At the beginning of your relationship, you were more reticent about posting about Micky. You were aware that dating him made your content more popular but you also wanted to build your own career without his help. Also, there was the worry that Micky would think you were just using him to get more popular on social media. But it was also so much fun to film content with Micky. And he joked but he didn’t mind being in the posts at all.

“I wish people knew how hard you actually work”, said Micky when he saw you sitting down on the floor writing.

So a week later, once you had the sponsorship you wanted, you both got ready to film the video. While you waited for him to get to the gym, you kept writing in your notebook the exact names of the clothes you had picked from the collection sent to you. You’d need to tag them on the post and people would want to know the exact model. Then you had to link the pieces on the stories you posted too…

“It’s a lost battle, babe. But let’s get ready for our video”.

The video performed well. You had told Micky to repost it on his stories a day after it was posted and that made the brand from the sponsorship happy because it drove a lot of traffic to their website. But reading the comments made you overthink. They were mostly positive but you noticed that what people liked were your interactions with Micky. They wanted to see the real you, not the parts where it looked like you were reading from a script. Because you were actually reading from a script.

“People like us”, you told Micky when you sat down next to him, still reading comments.

“I would hope they do…”.

“No, I mean they like our relationship. Our banter. There are so many comments calling us cute”.

“Well, we are cute”, said Micky, smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him. “We can make more videos together. You know I don’t mind”.

“Yeah…not so soon after this one. But I’ll ask people what content they want to see and I’m sure lots of requests will include you”.

“Your fans like me more than they like you then”, he teased.

“I can’t blame them for that. I like you quite a bit too”.

One of the things people wanted you to do was a Q&A. Easy content so you got a lot of questions ready for a live on Instagram where you could answer them.

“Alright, everyone. I thought I would make this a bit more fun by also baking while I answer your questions. And I’m terrible at baking so this should be interesting but…you can’t go wrong using cake mix, right?”, you looked at the camera pretending to be scared. “Right?”

The first few questions were the usual ones so you got those out of the way while you mixed all the ingredients. The oven beeped to let you know it had finished pre-heating so you put the cake mix inside of it and set a timer.

“Now I can answer questions better…”.

By the time you had already spent 10 minutes answering questions, you heard the front door. Micky wasn’t supposed to be back so early, which is why you were doing the live then.

“Hi! What are you doing?”

“Umm…a live on Instagram. Wanna say hi?”

The reaction to Micky joining the live was the one you’d have expected. But it also worried you because people would think you did it on purpose and you hadn’t.

“What were you doing? The kitchen is full of flour”.

“Baking…”.

“Baking a cake for me?”

“For both of us”, you laughed. “I also wanted to try and do a cupcake recipe but I already embarrassed myself struggling with the cake mix in front of our lovely audience”.

“I could help you do the cupcakes. So they all laugh at the both of us”.

The issue with livestreams was that you either were too worried about what people saw, like before Micky arrived, or you forgot there was a livestream going on. The latter happened when Micky joined you. It was so easy for you to forget the rest of the world existed when he was around.

“When did you learn to bake?”, you asked Micky, noticing how well he followed the recipe.

“I didn't”.

“You're really good at it for someone who didn't learn”.

“I guess I did a bit of baking with my family but I’m no expert”.

Once the cupcakes were ready to go in the oven, you both waited for the cake to be done and answered some more questions. The live had been going on for almost an hour by then.

“Should we decorate the cake?”

“What do you have for that?”, asked Micky, looking around.

“Frosting and sprinkles. I’m not going to the next edition of Great British Bake Off like you are”.

“They should invite me to the celebrities edition”.

“Hey Channel 4”, you said, looking at the camera. “You heard him!”

Micky thought you could write your names on the cake and then try and do some funny designs. A bit ambitious for someone who didn’t know how to bake.

“How big do you think this cake is, babe?”, you laughed. “Maybe we can write the names here and save the rest of the frostings for the cupcakes”.

“Ok…”.

You were also impressed by how nice his handwriting was…while using frosting. That just seemed unfair. But you were also used to Micky being good at almost everything he did.

“I’ll order my next birthday cake to the van de Ven bakery”.

“They’ll probably give you a discount too”.

“In exchange for what?”

“A kiss?”, he asked, leaning down to kiss you. Again, you had both forgotten about the livestream but the people watching were loving your interactions.

When the cupcakes were out of the oven, you mentioned decorating a few and ending the livestream. But when you were about to start, your mum called you.

“I need to answer this”.

“Ok guys”, whispered Micky to the camera when you were gone. “I made this one for her. What do you think?”

He showed the cupcake he had decorated with a bit of frosting to make a heart. Then he used sprinkles to write your initial. He saw the responses were mostly full of heart emojis and smiled.

“But we’ll need to finish this live now. It’s been going on for too long but it was fun. We’ll see you soon. Bye!”

Talking to your mum was always nice but you also couldn’t wait to eat some cupcakes so when you ended the call, you went back to the kitchen quickly.

“I ended the live”, announced Micky. “And made these for you”.

“Thanks…”.

Seeing all the different decorations on the cupcakes made your jaw drop. How on Earth did he manage that?

“You like them?”

“Are you for real? Have you always been an artist and kept that information from me?”

Micky laughed. “I just felt inspired today”.

“These are perfect”, you told him, kissing his cheek. “You’re literally the sweetest”.

“Sweeter than the cupcakes?”

You nodded, forgetting about the cupcakes to just focus all your attention on your sweet boyfriend.

What seemed like just an anecdote ended up becoming a tradition. A very sweet tradition. Soon after the day of the livestream, you went on a little work trip and came back home after 3 days out of the country. Knowing Micky was still at training when you got home, you just made your way to the room to take a shower. But then when you got back to the kitchen, you noticed a box on the kitchen island.

“No way”, you laughed picking up the box. It had van de Ven bakery written on it and when you opened it, you found more cupcakes baked by Micky. The order they were placed in spelled welcome home and your smile couldn’t get any bigger.

That started the tradition of Micky baking for you whenever you needed a little sweat treat. When you were working too much, when you weren’t feeling great or whenever you achieved something big. Micky always made sure to get cupcakes and cakes ready to make your life sweeter. But he still was sweeter than all the treats. 

[balletwatchespokemon]

Indigo League Episode 23

This is a fun haunted house episode, and Ash dies for the first time! I had a blast watching this one, The humor is on point, and Ash is my favorite of the three main characters so naturally I like the focus on him.

What a brat, scaring his friends just for fun.

This shot of Ash falling over after being shocked by Pikachu as revenge for scaring him was surprisingly smoothly animated.

I love it when Pikachu doesn't want to do stuff, he’s so opinionated.

And this time Ash joins! Very cute.

The mental image of them frantically trying to get ahead of the gang is hilarious to me.

James is almost graceful as he's falling here.

These are some great faces on James and Meowth.

And another great face on Ash! Lots of funny faces this episode.

Pikachu’s voice actor says Ash's name (Pikapi) in a very scared manner here.

They're all in the same pose! How cute! <3

Ash’s voice actor makes a great confused noise here, the voice actors are doing some fun stuff in this episode.

The pokedex is useless throughout the whole episode, giving entries similar to this one every time Ash tries it. I’ll bet it knows more about ghost Pokémon nowadays.

Ash be like “your bits aren’t funny.” Absolutely brutal.

Rip Pikachu and Ash.

Haunter can apparently remove ghosts from dead bodies, yet another cursed pokemon fact.

They are very shocked to look down and see their dead bodies. Pikachu's face in particular is very funny to me for some reason.

That's not how it works Ash. (Except for you it kinda is.)

The first thing he does after dying is to go bother Misty. He's so rude.

Who knew being dead was so much fun!

Aww, they're just sensitive little guys.

Poor Brock and Misty don't have a good time this episode.

And that's the episode! Ash just decides not to die and that works, Haunter has decided to travel with them for a bit but isn't actually caught by Ash, and we wait in suspense to see if Haunter will be enough to beat the gym leader. (Also I have the same sense of humor as Ash apparently because I found the face Haunter is making in the second photo really funny.)

We have one more episode left in this little arc, but we won't be finishing it until the new year because I'm taking a week break for Christmas.

Until then Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year!

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Real Recognises Real II

[A continuation to my story 'Real Recognises Real' https://www.tumblr.com/sneakyparsnipslicer/726911756921978881/real-recognises-real?source=share

Set a few months after, really wanted to revisit Tom and Eric, enjoy!]

Preston had been working at an envelope factory for a while now. Granted it wasn't his preferred line of work, it was a job that paid the rent, it was easy enough money, good working environment too. He kept himself to himself mostly, but in time he reached the position of Machine Assistant and he couldn't be happier about that. He was assisting a man he'd long had a crush on, a guy named Tom.

When Preston had first joined, he didn't know anyone and was nervous about making mistakes. Other Operators would snap and become frustrated but Tom was calm and kind, his voice reassuring and saw no trouble in teaching the same lesson several times over until Preston finally got the hang of it. He didn't really know Tom outside of work, but he was shocked when he learned the guy was single.

Whilst Preston could easily focus on the job just fine, he often found his attention ventured towards Tom. He was blonde, tall, and over the recent months had begun to bulk up and become a bit more muscular and self-confident. Someone must have left an impression on him, but it was only making Preston want him more. He'd taken to spying on Tom in the locker room, started as just subtle glances as Tom took off his work kit and changed into regular clothes, the more of Tom's skin he got to see, the more material he had to 'work with' in his own time. He even found Tom's social media pages, granted his content was tame, he soon got a decent view on the guy's lifestyle. He'd ask Tom from time to time if he was free, but he always seemed to have plans with other workmates.

One Friday as work was finishing Preston went to the locker room to sign out for the day when he saw Tom mid-change, his whole upper body exposed.

'Oh, hi Tom!' said Preston, acting surprised. Tom nearly jumped out of his skin, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

'Oh, hi Preston. Didn't hear you come in!' laughed Tom, turning his attention back to his locker.

'Say, what gym are you going to?' asked Preston, looking at Tom's back. Tom turned and looked at him confused.

'I don't really go to the gym, why do you ask?' asked Tom.

'Oh, it's just I noticed you've been bulking up lately. Wouldn't mind getting some workouts done myself' said Preston. Tom put on a polo shirt and thought.

'Well I hear Energy Fitness is a good gym, decent membership prices from what I'm told. I'm not really about that life' chuckled Tom, pulling some jeans out from his locker.

'Ah of course, I heard you were more into cosplay' said Preston. Tom looked over cautiously.

'Really, who told you that?' asked Tom.

'Oh some of the others were saying about it, you go Comic Con a lot from what I hear' said Preston. Tom looked at his jeans wondering if he should skip changing out of his work trousers.

'Yeah I do, wish people wouldn't talk about my private life' said Tom.

'I'll bet you do a great job on it, love a guy who can pull off Spider-Man with the right muscle definition' replied Preston. Tom fell silent, busying himself stuffing the rest of his belongings into his backpack.

'You good there Tom?' asked Preston, looking over to him.

'Yeah, I just remembered I need to hurry off' said Tom hurriedly shutting and locking his locker.

'Hold on a sec Tom' said Preston. Tom sighed and looked to him.

'I was wondering if you're free tonight, but I guess you're gonna make up a bullshit excuse' said Preston. Tom was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

'You've been turning me down way too often and I'm starting to get sick of it' started Preston.

'Well yeah I just have other plans' replied Tom. Preston shook his head.

'Damn it, why do you insist on playing hard to get?' demanded Preston slamming his locker and glaring at him. Tom was taken aback by this sudden display of aggression.

'I really want to get to know you better, but you never give me a chance. If you do have any free time tonight, I'd love to meet you at The Fox and Peony for some drinks' said Preston dismissively.

'Alright Preston, calm down. I'll join you for one drink only!' said Tom assertively. Preston looked at Tom and shook his head.

'Sure, just be there or don't' mumbled Preston, pushing past Tom to clock out, nearly bumping into their other work colleague Eric.

Later that night Preston made his way to the pub in town. It didn't seem all that busy, but he headed to the bar and bought a beer. He looked around the place for any signs of Tom. Doing a double take he noticed a man sitting in the corner that he was pretty sure was Tom. No, there was no mistaking that face, it was Tom. Preston called his name and Tom looked up from his phone, smiled and waved.

'Hey, good to see you!' said Preston, smiling.

'Well I said I'd be here. One drink only though, right?' replied Tom. Preston chuckled and they clinked their glasses. Upon looking at Tom closer he seemed different, maybe the room's lighting was bad but his hair seemed a bit darker than usual, and his shoulders seemed a bit broader.

'You all good there Squire?' Tom asked. Preston snapped out of his trance and shook his head.

'Oh yeah sorry, um, look I just wanted to apologise for snapping at you earlier' said Preston. Tom sipped his beer and shook his head.

'Nah it's all good mate, it's not like I've made much of an effort to get to know you, work's been busy lately and management are very keen on getting their numbers' said Tom. Preston nodded his head.

'So, what do you do out of work then?' asked Preston.

'Oh a bit of this and that, skateboarding, guitar, going to conventions, playing games' listed off Tom on his fingers. Preston was taken aback. He didn't know Tom was a skateboarder, or a guitarist for that matter.

'Wow, sounds like a busy life!' chuckled Preston.

'Kinda yeah, kinda no, it depends on the day Squire' said Tom. Preston just couldn't work it out, Tom seemed so different here compared to work, a lot more laidback.

'So how come you keep calling me Squire?' asked Preston. Tom looked at him surprised.

'I call everyone Squire!' laughed Tom.

'Actually yeah thinking about it, you and Eric do that a lot' chuckled Preston. Tom finished his beer and sighed.

'Well I'm just gonna go to the toilet, I'll be back in a moment' said Tom, getting up out of his seat and leaving Preston alone. Preston glanced as Tom walked away, his back definitely seemed a lot more broader tonight, and the shorts he was wearing definitely hugged his ass really tightly. He couldn't think if he'd ever seen Tom wearing shorts before.

A few minutes passed and Tom still hadn't returned, Preston decided to down his drink and go look for him. It didn't take long as he found him in the men's toilets near the sinks.

'Hey Tom, thought you got lost' said Preston. Tom turned to look at him, smiled and turned his attention back to the sink, where he had a pouch of tobacco.

'Just rolling myself a ciggie mate, you want one?' asked Tom.

'No thanks, I didn't know you smoked' replied Preston, approaching him cautiously.

'Ah well, there's a lot you don't know about me' said Tom. Preston cleared his throat.

'How do you mean Tom?' asked Preston, inches from Tom.

'Like this' said Tom, and he grabbed Preston's shoulders and pinned him against the wall, his face an inch from Preston's.

'Well this is what you've wanted isn't it? Me and you, a little Tom Time?' asked Tom, looking him up and down, grinning. Preston felt strangely turned on by this sudden commanding presence Tom had.

'I-I mean, I m-might have' stammered Preston, his breathing elevating.

'Well then' whispered Tom, and he pulled Preston into a kiss, to which Preston put up no resistance, he had wanted this. He felt Tom's hands and arms wrap around him into an embrace as the kiss kept going and his tongue began to invade his mouth. Preston could feel himself harden as he moved his own arms to hold onto Tom's back.

'Give me everything' moaned Preston as Tom kissed his neck.

'You asked for it!' replied Tom, locking lips with him again and inhaling. Though at first Preston could only taste beer and tobacco from Tom, it soon started to get better, perhaps he was losing his mind but he began to taste sweeter, creamier. Preston opened his eyes and could see that Tom seemed to be deflating slowly and he himself was beginning to inflate, his muscles expanding. The thick creamy fluid in his mouth began to fill him, warm him, it was heavenly. Tasting of peaches, cream, honey, it was amazing. Tom squeezed Preston more into his body as the fluid he was secreting into Preston began to lessen. Tom shuddered and pulled back, shaking his head and looking at Preston, who was dazed but smiling.

'Holy shit! How did you do that?' asked Preston, licking his lips and looking to his newly gained muscles. Tom shook his head and blinked his eyes.

'Fuck me that was different!' said Tom, as if he had no clue of what he just did. Preston noticed Tom's clothes were more loosely fitting on his body now.

'Just what the hell are you Tom?' asked Preston, but as he said that he began to feel drowsy.

'It's alright Preston, just let him work his magic' said Tom reassuringly, placing his hands on Preston's shoulders. Preston began to sway and fell onto Tom.

'Him? Magic? What are you talking about?' Preston asked, his head resting on Tom's shoulder beginning to doze off.

'That's right, just rest now Preston, it's alright' whispered Tom, patting his back. Preston smiled, he liked Tom being like this, before he knew it he had lost consciousness.

Tom carried Preston onto the sink and placed him carefully against the wall.

'Alright, you can come out now Squire!' said Tom, folding his arms. Preston's eyes opened and he stretched, yawning.

'Well that went nicely I think' he said, massaging his chest and smacking his lips. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, granted it wasn't the face he was used to, but he winked at Tom's reflection all the same.

'Yeah well, you nearly gave yourself away on a few occasions Eric, but thanks for helping me out all the same' smiled Tom to which Preston, or rather Eric nodded his head.

It had been a few months since the first time Tom and Eric had merged in Eric's garage, since then they'd made a semi-frequent habit of it, and by now Tom was willing to let Eric wear his body sometimes, though as a result, Eric had stretched Tom's skinny body out a bit, leading to some unwanted attention it seemed.

'Gotta say, that transferral was a bit different, is that new?' asked Tom, licking the inside of his mouth, tasting the sweet residue.

'Indeed it is, I can transfer in several ways, gotta keep it exciting for my most favourite Squire!' Eric chuckled.

'So you literally became muscle milk?' asked Tom. Eric's eyes widened and he nodded with the most unhinged smile on his face.

'That's fucking crazy!' laughed Tom.

'Crazy? I was crazy once' said Eric ominously.

'They locked me in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room with rats' said Tom.

'And the rats made me crazy!' they both said, bursting out into laughter.

'But anyway, what are we gonna do about this guy?' asked Eric, patting his stomach and pocketing his tobacco pouch on the sink. Tom thought for a moment.

'You can access his memories right? I need a few concerns putting to rest' Tom requested. Eric nodded and closed his eyes, searching.

'Let's see, oh he's been checking you out alright, nearly every time your back's turned' began Eric.

'Yikes!' said Tom, creasing his eyes a bit.

'He's been checking out your social medias' continued Eric.

'Fucking knew it! That mention of me cosplaying Spider-Man was way too good to have been a guess' scowled Tom.

'Oh shit! He's built a shrine to you in his bedroom!' laughed Eric.

'What the actual fuck?!' Tom hissed wide-eyed.

'Nah, I'm just messing with you Squire, but he is big into you, obsessed even, very unhealthy' said Eric, opening his eyes. Tom paced back and forth.

'Well we can't just get rid of him, maybe we can take those feelings and get rid of them?' asked Tom.

'Well it's possible yes, but it's gonna suck, at least for you' sighed Eric jumping off the sink.

'How do you mean?' asked Tom looking to his friend.

'Well I can concentrate his memories of you, feelings and all that into one place, you're just gonna have to suck them out' said Eric, giving his body's junk a shake. Tom looked in disgust.

'Oh come on Eric, I'm not about to give you a blowjob in a public toilet! What are we? Teenagers?' asked Tom. Eric raised his eyebrows and gave a flirtatious look and walked into the nearest cubicle.

'You know you'll like it!' called Eric in a sing-song manner, giving an evil laugh. Tom looked to the bathroom door and shook his head.

'You're just lucky it's you Eric, anyone else I'd tear their fucking dick off!' replied Tom, marching over to the cubicle, thrusting the door shut behind him and locking it.

Tom sighed and turned to Eric, who had already taken Preston's jeans and boxers off, revealing a greasy-looking penis standing at full attention.

'He could stand to clean that thing once in a while. How much of it's you?' asked Tom.

'Hmm, easily over half I'd say' said Eric, looking to it. Tom shrugged his shoulders and got down on his knees, ready to get to work on it. He grasped it and Eric shuddered in anticipation. Tom looked to him.

'Tell me that wasn't you' said Tom, glaring.

'Oh no, he's been wanting this for so long, he's a bit touch sensitive' said Eric, winking at Tom. Tom sighed.

'Well, at least it won't last long then' mumbled Tom, beginning to take the cock in his mouth. He let the shaft down the back of his mouth and began moving his head in a slow rhythm. Eric put his head against the wall, looking to the ceiling, concentrating on Preston's every thought and feeling regarding Tom and guiding them South.

'Alright, on their way to you now Squire!' panted Eric, biting his lip. His body started to wriggle and Tom firmly grasped the thighs, picking up the rhythm. Eric's breath became more laboured.

'Wow, you're angry tonight!' chuckled Eric. Tom looked him dead in the eyes, the dick slipping out of his mouth.

'Well I hadn't planned to be in a public toilet on a Friday night giving head to a greasy cunt like Preston!' growled Tom furiously, jerking the dick harder. Eric placed his right hand on Tom's right cheek.

'Hey, later we can have another session, just me and you if you'd like' smiled Eric. Tom did smile at the idea, if anyone could get him fully going it was Eric.

'Alright then, let's get this over with and get Preston home' said Tom, returning to sucking. Eric nodded and placed his hands behind his head. Shortly after Eric's body began to twitch more.

'Oh! Here he comes! Here he comes!' moaned Eric. Tom quickly took the dick out of his mouth and Eric groaned as he nutted a few thick splurges all over the door behind Tom. Eric sighed and laughed.

'There we go, he could not give a fuck about you now!' Eric announced proudly, wiping his forehead with his hand, catching his breath.

'Good' replied Tom, wiping his own mouth and grabbing some toilet paper and proceeding to wipe the mess off the door.

'Why bother with that? It'll dry' asked Eric, busy pulling the boxers and jeans back up.

'All the same I am not a messy house guest. Yes it's a public toilet, but the less evidence of this, the better' said Tom, folding the gunge-housing tissue and throwing it into the toilet, flushing it.

'Right, since you're in his mind, delete my socials from his browsing history. Check his photo gallery too just in case. We'll dump him back at his place and then we'll get some beers in and you can come over mine tonight, sound good?' asked Tom, unlocking the cubicle door and making his way to the bathroom door to hold it open for Eric, who nodded and pulled out Preston's phone, inputting the password and checking for anything Tom-related and deleting or erasing it. Tom knew the address once Eric had told him it and they began to make their way there. Upon arriving, Eric unlocked Preston's door and they both went in to his bedroom. Tom sighed a breath of relief to find there indeed wasn't a shrine for him there. Eric laid himself down on Preston's bed and began to unmerge himself from Preston whilst Tom checked Preston's cupboards and drawers for anything like diaries or photos of him, surprisingly he couldn't find any.

'Squire, we have a problem!' called Eric. Tom hurried into the bedroom to find Eric standing naked over Preston.

'You're wearing my clothes' said Eric, looking at his t-shirt and shorts on Tom. Tom sighed and pulled the t-shirt off, turning around.

'Very well, get in then!' sighed Tom, presenting his back. Eric rubbed his hands and grinned.

'Nice!' he said, beginning to stroke Tom's shoulders. Tom positioned himself against the nearby wall to support himself whilst Eric wrapped his arms around him and began to sink in. Eventually the two friends were one again, and Tom put the t-shirt back on.

'Right, I think we're done here!' said Tom happily, clapping his hands together. Preston stirred in his sleep and he thought it best to get out as soon as possible. He locked Preston's front door, posting the keys back through his letter box and headed off for some beers and quality time with Eric.

The following Monday Preston arrived at work same as usual. Heading to the shop floor he was greeted by Tom.

'Morning Preston, did you have a good weekend?' asked Tom, looking up from the work computer and smiling. Preston rubbed his head.

'Hey man, don't remember much of it if I'm honest' yawned Preston.

'Well we've got a busy day ahead so you'll need to wake up soon. We're moving from Size 10 to Size 6, so would you be alright to change the bubble wrap?' asked Tom, to which Preston nodded, not really looking at Tom. He headed off up the machine and Tom looked across the factory, on the other machine was Eric checking an envelope for misprints. He looked up at Tom and smiled, giving a thumbs up. Tom winked and gave him a thumbs up too, he sighed happily and proceeded to focus on changing the ink rollers.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Happy New Year’s Eve R! I hope you are doing wonderfully today! It’s that same person who asked about the Gym Challenger NPCs again. I’m curious here, how would the 15 Gym Challengers celebrate the new year? (Who’s betting Pia and Deneb kiss at the stroke of midnight? XD)

Aaaah thank you, happy new year's eve to you too!

......All 15 (. . ) Oh boy. I can sure try!

Pia - She honestly doesn't seem like the type of person to go out to parties, though Deneb and Dunne are ( well. Dunne is the party person. Deneb just liked being around good company). So I can see them dragging her to a small new year's eve party haha. She's more of a person who stands in the corner and people watch - but rest assured, she's having a good time. Yes, her and Deneb share a new year's kiss. It's Pia who initiates it, much to the surprise of Deneb.

Deneb - Kinda said it with Pia, but I think she's the type to enjoy new year's eve parties for the company. It's always nice to have fun with others after all! She's awkward, given being away from home, but she loves talking to others, and Dunne genuinely helps ease her in. She would worry if Pia isn't having fun ( corner lurker), so ends up just hanging with her throughout the party. Gets smooched by midnight lol.

Dunne - Doing them in a row bc they're a trio TO ME. Was the one that suggested going to a party. My guy is getting wasted lmao. Flirts in hope of getting that new year's kiss ( he never does) and overall is just having a good time.

Yue and Wei - Siblings, so they spend new years together! Yue frets over dinner plans and Wei is ever the slacker, but makes sure his sister isn't letting her perfectionism from enjoying new years. ( Wei: Why don't we call that boyfriend [Phoebus] of yours to cook us something? Yue: He's not my boyfriend, stop being weird! Also he's busy with work! Also, I can cook just fine!!!)

Polaire - He's at home with his bugs :) Dunno if he has family- I mean he probably does but I haven't fully thought of that dynamic. Still, his bugs are his family too, and he pretty much spends it with them :)

Kent - Also home with his family! I think it would be cute if he had a few siblings, some older, some younger. I imagine some are busy ( I think maybe his dad is a corvitaxi driver, so I can imagine he's busy) but they all face time each other to celebrate the new years.

Vega - Bing watching her favorite shows lol. I think she loooooves reality tv. The trashier the better. Helps keep her mind off the company she works for and her future. That ooooor she's out shopping.

Cher - Honestly, I see her just going about her day as usual. New year, new possibility, still everyday life, you know? I can see her taking in a moment to just appreciate the world around her though. She seems like that type of person to do that.

Icla - She's out at a rave lol. She deserves to go to one.

Corvin - Probably the dj for said rave

Phoebus - Hmmmm. Well, I do see him as a cook, so I imagine he's either 1) working or 2) at home cooking for family/ friends. I like to think he's a good host actually.

Izar - She's someone I don't think about much,really. She seems like someone who would generally prefer to keep to herself around things like these. Whether it's bc she is just like that or she doesn't have anyone to be around, I'm not sure. I've been playing around the idea that she has kids or is an aunt, but I'm not 100% sure.

Theemin - This guy is rich lol. He is probably at his mansion with his kids and grandkids celebrating the new years.

Terry - Terry! Terry's an asshole who looks down on others. Most of the time. With his family ( wife and kids) though, he's actually pretty sweet. He's with them for the new years :)

Phew! You can tell who I like more with this list, haha. I hope you enjoy these :)

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twenty-Two~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“They’re a Tokyo school, and I hear they used to be very good.” Takeda begins. “It’s Nekoma High School.”

“Nekoma in Tokyo?” Hinata wonders.

“Nekoma? You mean the school that was supposedly our biggest rival for many years?” Suga asks Takeda.

“The very same!” He replies. “If I recall correctly, they’re known as The Cats.”

“Yeah!” Takeda begins. “We learned about them last year. See, our old coach and theirs were supposed to be big rivals, like, forever. So they’d always hold practice games together.”

“Really?”

“I hear both our teams were equally good and played well off each other, so their practice games were worth the long trip.” Suga adds. “In fact, they were such good games that people in the area would come by and watch. A must-watch game!! It was The Cats and The Crows in an all-out Dumpster Battle! or something…”

“Was it really that special?” Tsukishima asks.

“A lot of us talked about how we’d like to try playing them sometime.” Suga expresses.

“I can’t wait to watch you guys!” You say excitedly. 

“But we lost contact with them years ago. How did you…?” Daichi asks Takeda.

“I’ll tell you more about the details later.” Takeda begins.

‘He must have begged…’ You assume.

“But since the moment I heard about our friendly rival Nekoma… I’ve really wanted to put together a new grudge match for our teams.” Takeda continues. “And once he hears we’re playing Nekoma… I’m sure he’ll finally make a move.” You and Daichi look at Takeda questionably.

-Meanwhile at Sakenashita Market-

*ACHOO!!* A certain shopkeeper sneezes before helping a few students check out.

-Karasuno Gym-

“Okay!” Dachi shouts to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s not waste the chance that this practice game will give us! Everybody gets ready to work twice as hard in practice and during the training camp!”

“Yessir!”

“A Tokyo team huh? *Heh Heh* Those city slickers don’t know what kind of beating they’re in for.” Tanaka says mischievously.

“City Slickers?” You whisper as Tsukishima says the same thing but in a mocking manner.

“Tsukishima, you smarmy punk! Shut it!” Tanaka demands angrily.

“Daichi,” Noya says from next to said captain. “I’m sorry…but…I won’t play in that practice game.”

“Because Asahi isn’t back?” Daichi asks only to receive silence as an answer. “Listen. I know you’re upset at him because you believe he ran away, but don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

“Shoyo’s a good kid.” Noya starts. “The other rookies are all kinda weird, but they’re fun in their own ways. With all of them on board, I think the team is headed in a really good direction. I do want to practice with them. I do want to play with them. But… If we go into that practice game, and I play with the team, and we win…that’ll be like saying we’re perfectly okay without Asahi. That we can win without him. After all that time we spent playing together…I don’t want to say that everything will be okay and we can without him. I know it’s selfish, and I’m sorry.”

“Okay. But at least come along to the camp.” Daichi responds.

“Noya-san! Noya-san! Do it again! Do the Rolling Thunder again!!” Hinata exclaims excitedly.

-Small Timeskip, After Practice-

You, Hinata, and Kageyama are standing together as the two boys are drinking from the water bottles that you brought them.

“Hey, Kageyama? I wonder…if Asahi-san comes back, will everything work out with Suga-san and Noya-san?” Hinata asks.

“Heck if I know.” Kageyama replies.

“Suga says Asahi tends to feel responsible for something, but I think he is like that too.” You interject. 

“Yeah, I bet both of them are thinking that it’s their fault.” Kageyama starts. “But y’know? You can’t win a volleyball match by yourself.”

“!?”

“!?”

“What, you’re really gonna say that?!” Hinata exclaims while pointing at Kageyama accusingly. ‘Oh boy. Here we go…’ You think. “I still clearly remember your most famous line, y’know!!” Hinata pushes his hair down to look like Kageyama’s and begins speaking like him. “I think I’d rather do it all myself. All the setting, spiking, serving– everything!” You giggle at the boy and see that Kageyama isn’t happy.

“Would you just freaking drop it?!” Kageyama yells while picking Hinata up by the collar of his shirt.

“I’d rather do everything myself!” Hinata continues. This causes KAgeyama to throw the boy. Hinata spins in the air a few times before landing perfectly on his feet. ‘How in the…?’ You think. Still in the position as when he landed, Hinata speaks seriously.

“Even though everybody on this side of the net is supposed to be an ally…I don’t like it when all of us on “this” side are all awkward around each other.”

“I don’t either. It doesn’t feel right.” You add.

“I wonder if there’s anything that we could do to get Asahi-san to come back.” Hinata says. ‘Hmm…’ You think.

-The Next Day, Lunch Break-

“E-Excuse me…?” You say standing in the doorway of classroom 3-3. A student comes up to you and asks if there’s anything they can help you with.

“I-I’m looking for Azumane-senpai…” You reply shyly. The student points to Asahi and you thank them before going over to the third year. “Asahi?” The said boy looks at you surprised.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Ashai asks.

“Hi, to you too.” You say jokingly.

“! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t-” Asahi panics.

“It’s okay! I was just joking!” You hear a sigh of relief from the boy. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“...The volleyball club…” You instantly see his mood change.

“I don’t really-” He begins.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it.” You interrupt. “You don’t have to say anything, but please just listen to what I say!” You finish with a bow.

“...Okay.” He hesitantly says. You stand upright and continue to talk.

”I don’t know exactly what you’re going through but I do know what it’s like to not want to play. I’ve had my doubts about not being good enough and the feeling of holding everyone back.” He looks at you with slight shock when he sees the defeated look on your face. “I didn't want to go back for the reason of thinking my team would be better without me. That thought clouded my mind for longer than I’d like to admit.” You say with a slight chuckle. “At that time I wouldn’t touch a volleyball. Every time I looked at one it would remind me of my team, and it hurt.”

“What did you end up doing?” He asks. You smile.

“I got pulled out of my head and back to my senses by my friend…”

-Flashback-

You were sitting under a tree outside the school having lunch. It was peaceful and relaxing, yet you weren’t relaxed. You were troubled. You were sad. But mostly, you were scared. You had forgotten the feeling of a volleyball in your hands. The feeling of the sting of receiving a spike, the feeling of saving the ball from touching the ground, the feeling of the pain when your knees would hit the ground when you would dig for the ball. The worst feeling was you forgot the rush of a game, the joy of winning, the heartbreak of losing, and the feeling of being a part of a team. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when a shadow blocks your view. You look up to see your friend looking at you nervously.

“Can I sit with you?” She asks.

“Sure.” You answer before she sits next to you. There’s an awkward silence before she speaks.

“The team misses you. I miss you.”

“I doubt the team missed me. All I ever did was hold you guys back…” You say sadly.

“What?!” She looks at you shocked. “That’s what you think?!” You look at her with wide eyes. You’ve never seen her this worked up, even in a game, she’s always calm.

“It’s true!”

“You can’t be serious. You’re going to listen to what those girls said?” You think back to when two of your upperclassman teammates told you that you were worthless after losing a game. During this game, you couldn’t receive a majority of the spikes from the other team. They said it was your fault that the team lost. And every day at practice they made sure to remind you.

“I-”

“No. It wasn’t your fault. The other team was solid and powerful. They were just better.”

“...”

“...Please come back to the team. We need you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Those girls aren’t on the team anymore.”

“...”

“Please (Y/N)... At least think about it.” She says as she gets up. You have your head hung but know that she’s standing in front of you again. “We want you back.” She finishes before walking away. “(Y/N).” You look up to see her holding a volleyball. But it’s not just any volleyball, it’s the one your sensei gave you. “Catch.” She says before throwing the ball at you. You catch it and as you’re holding it you realize how much you miss volleyball. You look away from the ball only to see that your friend is no longer in sight. You look back to your ball and smile.

-Flashback End-

After telling Asahi about your past you look at him only to see he has an unreadable expression. This makes you worried that you shared too much which causes you to blush and get nervous.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bored you with my pity story.” Ashai was about to respond but you continued talking. “ I should get going. Thank you for listening to me.” You bow and head for the classroom door, leaving Asahi stunned. You stop in the doorway and speak one last time without turning around. “Please consider coming back. Your friends miss you. And if you have forgotten the feeling of breaking through the wall…just try to remember how happy you were when you would spike and earn a point. Also the feeling of celebrating with your team, your friends.” With that, you continue out of the classroom. Ashai sits at his desk shocked. ‘How…’ He thinks not being able to finish his thought due to your head popping into the doorway.

“Oh! I’d love to get to know you better! So pleeeease consider coming back to the team!” You say cheerfully, shocking the third year. He feels his heartbeat quicken at your words. ‘I need to take a walk to think and calm down.’ He thinks as he gets up. He walks toward the hallway only to be met with two familiar faces.

“...”

“...”

“...So…”

~To Be Continued~

[ofieugogyshz]

🌟 + the Johto Elite Four? /genuine, lighthearted

Send a 🌟 + name and I’ll talk about my self insert’s bond to that character!

oh man i had so much fun with brainstorming this stuff back when i made Our Love Is Here To Stay. will constantly be referring back to this fic as i talk about them

Will - I made him kinda showboaty and full of himself in my fic lol, but also i feel like that's kinda true about his character, from what i remember off the top of my head. Also weird vibes. Like, once, when I was a teen, I think I dreamt that he had a crush on me and wanted me to date him instead of Lance? So I kiiiiiindaaa very subtly snuck that into the background lore of the fic. I think Riya was the only one I've told that to so far, outside of whenever I probably posted that on my devart journal when it first happened lol?. Basically, he's just Lance's coworker to me.

Bruno - Love this guy, or well, the way he came out in the fic. Basically kinda borrowed a smidge from pokemas' direction with his character, but also the idea that he's also one of those cheerful loudboxes with how often he shouts HOO-HAH! or something :p Canonically, I don't think he'd be as big of a softie as I wound up writing him, but it was too funny not to think about him being like that. He's always very nice and sweet with me and greets everyone loudly. He was also the one who won all the betting pools on when Lance and I would date/propose/etc. Everyone overthought it, he just synthesized gossip info from the pokecen/league employees. He's kinda like that boisterous loud uncle who would also get very serious if someone tried to hurt you? But mostly we just enjoy having Pokemon battles together a lot and sometimes he shares his food with me if I'm waiting for Lance at the Pokemon League.

Karen - I love Karen!!!! I forget where the hell I got the idea that she was canonically a model/fashionista of some sort, but you can't tell me that's a wrong headcanon to have. She's that work bestie-in-law kinda thing except it's my husband's work but my bestie when i go there. She'll share devious little secrets about Lance with me, especially in the early/dating years, though by now there's less she could share that I wouldn't already know/believe. She still tells me when he's done something embarrassing (for him) and then I get to just later be like "So, honey... about <redacted event>?" "I really wish Karen didn't catch that =_="

When Lance and I were first dating/almost dating, she was very supportive and helpful for basic dating/beauty/appearance tips. c: She also sometimes envies us, because she hasn't had a lot of long-term relationships that worked out because of her position/goals/life ambitions and beliefs.

Koga - embarassing old man co-worker that you tease your husband about him becoming. Koga and I have battled enough, from when he was originally a Gym Leader and again after his promotion to the E4, that he respects me as a Pokemon Trainer. But it took awhile for him to start seeing me as a grown-up adult from when I most battled him as a kid and teen. We have a fairly amicable relationship overall, as far as the coworker vs coworker's wife dynamic goes. He's this cool but sometimes embarrassingly out of touch old guy I know and I'm some person who can help translate his teenage daughter's mysterious ways!

Thank you so much for asking about them! I absolutely love getting to talk about them whenever I can on a meta level bc of the fic I wrote, bc I went from being like "yeah sure they're characters may as well include them" to "this is my husband's squad of coworkers and everyone in this group is embarrassing to each other in some way shape or form."

[anotherwvba]

An Origin Story pt. 8

Niki leaned against the ropes of the boxing ring, her eyes twinkling as she chatted with Mika and Skye, who stood at ringside. "You two seem super eager to spar with Glass Joe. What's the deal?"

"Are you kidding? It's a chance to step into the ring with a WVBA fighter and see how we measure up," Mika exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

Skye nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and I know people like to poke fun at him for his 0-20 record, but let's be real. An 0-20 record in the WVBA probably means most people wouldn't last a single round with him."

Niki's face broke into a warm smile. "I'm glad to hear you say that. Joe is a tough guy with a heart of gold. Most people just don't get it."

Just then, the gym door swung open, and Cutie Hondo burst in, her boxing gloves dangling from her hand. "Niki, you in here?" she shouted, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Niki.

"Get over here, Cutie!" Niki called back, waving her over. "I want you to meet some new faces."

Cutie jogged over to the ring, her eyes meeting Niki's as she reached up for a fist bump. "Hey, girl! What's cookin'?"

"These are the newbies, Mika and Skye," Niki introduced, gesturing toward the two girls.

Cutie extended her hand, shaking theirs in turn. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Cutie Hondo."

Mika's eyes widened. "Wow, the first-ever winner of a women's match in the WVBA. That's so cool!"

Skye chimed in, "Seriously, you're like a legend already."

Cutie chuckled as she began to put on her gloves. "Well, I don't know about 'legend,' but it's nice to meet you both."

Niki feigned a pout. "Gee, Cutie shows up, and suddenly I'm chopped liver."

Cutie laughed. "Oh, come on, you'll always be my sessatakuma."

Mika looked at Niki, her eyes twinkling. "Don't worry, you're a star to us."

Skye added, "Absolutely, you both are."

Niki grinned. "So, Cutie, you ready to spar today?"

Cutie smirked, pulling on her gloves. "Oh, I'm ready. You gonna try not to get TKO'd this time?"

Niki chuckled. "Oh, it's on. Just don't cry when I land a few good ones."

Before the banter could escalate, Glass Joe returned, his face lighting up when he saw Cutie. 

"Ah, bonjour, Cutie! Always a pleasure."

Cutie nodded. "Hey, Joe. What's the word?"

Glass Joe turned his attention to Mika and Skye. "I couldn't find Hoy, but I spoke with Monsieur Jay. Since I’m working on defense, just light sparring, he said it's fine."

Mika's face lit up. "Really? That's awesome!"

Skye was practically bouncing. "Oh man, this is gonna be epic!"

Glass Joe smiled. "Can you get your gear and be back in 20 minutes?"

Skye was already halfway to the door. "You bet!" she called over her shoulder.

Mika grinned. "Absolutely, see you in a bit!" She then dashed off after Skye.

Glass Joe watched them go, then turned back to Niki and Cutie. "Those two have a lot of energy, non?"

Niki nodded. "Yeah, they're super excited to be here. It's awesome."

Cutie agreed. "Definitely. The more passionate the fighters, the more challenging the circuit."

Glass Joe nodded. "Oui, I couldn't agree more. Passion is the fuel that drives us all. Well, I should get ready for the spar."

"Good luck, Joe. Show them what you're made of," Cutie encouraged.

"Merci, I intend to," Glass Joe replied, heading toward one of the vacant rings.

Niki looked at Cutie. "Ready to go?"

Cutie tapped her gloves together. "Ready to lose?"

Niki smiled and started bouncing on her toes. “Oh sessatakuma, I learned a lot fighting you. Let me show you.”

Cutie grinned warmly and climbed into the ring with Niki, beginning to loosen up her muscles. Both women felt the electric charge of potential in the air, not just for their upcoming sparring session, but for the future of the Women’s Circuit.