#gear 4 bounce man

[ultra-baklan-the-ovosh]

that funny joy guy

[elimaybeafish]

WELCOME BACK TO EVEN EVEN EVEN MORE CRACK POT ONE PIECE THEORIES WITH ME ELI :)

Gear 4 bounce man is modeled after Garp and snake man after Rayleigh

we’ll see way more logia’s in this saga. Since dressrosa-whole cake was parmecia era and wano was zoan era. Think we’ll see what logia awakening actually do

if Blackbeard doesn’t outright state it law will tell Luffy how Blackbeard has two fruits

Don sai is gonna dragon nail pirate island like what his (gran?)dad did at the Colosseum at dressrossa

[awesomeaarons]

One Piece GEAR 4

Here's a drawing of Luffy using Gear 4!

I hope you enjoy this drawing! Enjoy! :D

[kyiubi5thgear]

Gear 4th! The phenomenal Bounce-Man!

[omegablade0]

Gear forth, Bounce-Man! I occasionally binge One Piece to try and catch up to it, but man it's long. The fourth gear reveal has been my favorite part so far, post-timeskip anyway.

[strawhatdoofus]

GEAR FOOOOUURRTHH!!! BOUNCE MAN!!!

[bassforte]

Watching Dressrosa while also looking up stuff about Mega Man 11 is so funny because of Bounce Man

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 15 ] || [ Chapter 17 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: I'm all for vigilante justice.

Chapter 16: Teeth

“Address.” Simon demanded as he crouched in front of you, a hand cusping your cheek.

“Simon… please…” You tried arguing.

“Address.” He insisted a bit more forcefully.

It was bizarre to see him in full gear. Black on black on black… And it was even more bizarre to be looking into the eyes of the nice, honest, respectful man you’ve been seeing but having his features hidden behind a skull. An actual, real life skull sewn to a black balaclava…

You can see the fire burning in his eyes through the skull’s eye sockets… You were severely wrong when you made fun of him for wearing a skull mask in public. It’s not silly… it’s downright terrifying…

It strikes you then that the person looking at you right now is the ‘Ghost’ and not Simon.

“He’s not going to be home… He helps Fridays and Saturdays at a friend’s pub…” You explained. “It’s called The Railway.” You said sheepishly.

Ghost caressed your face one last time with his hand, the rough material of his glove scratching your cheek lightly, the same way Simon.

Then, he pushed up on his knees to stand back up and turned. “Kyle, you stay with them.” 

“Roger that.” Gaz replied as he took a seat next to you on the couch.

“Johnny, on me.” Ghost said as he beelined for the front door of your apartment. 

“Aye.” Soap bounced up from his eat on one of your kitchen chairs and gave you a friendly tap on the shoulder before he took off after Ghost.

You watched them go until the door closed and then turned to look at Gaz. “They’re not going to kill Ethan, right…?”

“No. But he might need dentures once they’re done.”

-

You’re awoken by Kyle stirring next to you. You’ve fallen asleep on the couch, basically draped across Kyle’s body, his arms wrapped around your body protectively, as you laid between his legs, your head against his shoulder.

“Sorry, lovie.” He told you as he ran his lips over your forehead in a wisp of a kiss.

“Wha-” You murmured as you rubbed your eyes before pulling back to look at him.

“Johnny just texted… They’re downstairs, lovie.” He told you, causing you to slowly slip out of his embrace.

You pulled back to the other side of the couch and yawned, feeling the blanket he draped over you both falling off you and exposing your back to the cold air.

Rising up to your feet, you approached the intercom and buzzed them in. Kyle followed after you, bringing the blanket along, making you giggle a bit when you felt him wrap the blanket and his arms, around you.

Johnny and Simon came jogging up the stairs as you and Kyle waited by the open door. “Hi…” You greeted them both. 

“Hi, sweetheart. Wait a moment, we’re dirty.” Simon told you, his voice a lot more gentle than it had been as him and Johnny came up the steps.

They stepped inside and before either of them touched you, they took off their gear at the door and dumped them in a pile on the floor next to Kyle’s. Gaz and Ghost had rushed over upon getting Soap’s call… and good thing they came all kitted up. They needed it, as it turns out.

Only after removing their gear and washing their hands in the bathroom, did they come over to you and Kyle who were sitting on the couch again.

Simon came to sit across from you, atop the coffee table and gently held your hands. “How are you feeling?” He asked you, his voice kind, caring, soft… His brown eyes looking at you like he expected you to flinch away from him at any moment.

There was a deep-seated fear of being Simon (and only Simon) in him. It made him need some type of cover on his face… One he could justify to you under the guise of his scarring and deformities… 

But there was also a need in him to keep ‘the ghost’ as far from you as possible… Having come into your flat as Ghost before departing to go find Ethan had ruined those chances… So he knew that he had no choice but to fully shed Ghost and his mask at the door to your flat and bear himself to be just Simon to you. And never risk bringing him in again. And so he did. 

For the first time, Simon had no face covering at all, having tugged off his skull mask and balaclava and chucked it at the pile of gear by the front door. 

And you were still looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing you’ve seen, your eyes softened and fond as you regarded him. 

“I’m okay.” You assured him after a beat of silence.

Simon nodded and his left hand cupped your face again, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

“Oh, by the way.” Simon remarked and dug around in his pockets before handing you a keyring with a couple of keys and a singular metal heart keychain attached to it. “Believe this is yours.”

Taking the keys in your hand, you huffed, recognizing the keys to your flat and the keychain engraved with your anniversary date that you had gotten for you and Ethan once you had moved in together a year and a half into your relationship.

“I can’t believe he still had a copy… I could’ve sworn he gave it back…” You said as you looked down at the stupid heart. You had gotten rid of yours once the relationship ended, throwing it into the bin and having long since taken out the bag with it to the rubbish collection.

“He did.” Johnny said. “He fessed up he got a copy made.” He added bluntly.

“Piece of shit.” You insullted him and immediately set the key down next to Simon on the coffee table before shaking your head and leaning back on the couch, arms crossed.

“Now I wish I went with.” Kyle remarked next to you.

“Kyle!” You scolded him and he shrugged.

“What? He deserved what he got…” He said, causing the other men to nod in agreement.

“But I doubt he’s going to bother you again.” Simon added.

“You didn’t kill him, did you?” You quipped, which caused him to chuckle, his lips morphing into a smirk.

His smile… God, is he beautiful.

“No… Just broke a couple bones.” He assured you, making you sigh and nod in relief.

“Thanks, by the way...” You told them. “I don’t- I don��t think I should be thanking you for beating up my ex but…” You trailed off.

The three men around you chuckled at your words and shook their heads.

“Aye… Don’t worry. We needed to get some boxing in either way… only turned him into a bit of a punching bag.” Johnny quipped from the side, making you look toward him for the first time since they came in.

“Thank you.” You told Johnny directly. “You didn’t need to help… in any of this really.” You explained.

Johnny clicked his tongue and gestured vaguely with his hand, as if deflecting your gratefulness.

“No need.” He said with a light smile and crouched by your side, rubbing your forearm with his hand. “I wouldn’t have let you deal with that mess at the shop by yourself… Especially not when you’re with my mates.” He added.

Smiling softly you nodded at him agreement. Johnny seemed like a good sort. No wonder Kyle had so many stories of times spent with him while on leave… He had regaled you with plenty of them while Simon and him were gone taking care of Ethan…

And as you sat surrounded by the three of them, you felt quite alright.

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[queenofallimagines]

Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.

You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌

** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭

Part 1

Lucifer:

- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈

- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??

- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard

- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)

- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked

- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo

- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest

- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze

- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it

- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”

- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content

- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges

- Leaves bite marks all over your chest

Mammon:

- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them

- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view

- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open

- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate

- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face

- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them

- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them

- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry

- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”

- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em

- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them

- Leaves bite marks on em too

Levi:

- hentai watcher loves huge boobs

- Fighting worse than mammon

- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it

- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy

- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you

- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep

- Completely immobilized

- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day

- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once

- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you

- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”

- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you

- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head

- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”

- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”

Satan:

- yeah he’s literally just a cat

- Lays on them and paws at them

- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt

- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you

- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer

- Cat lingerie

- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together

- “Mind warming my hands?”

- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”

- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you

- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄

- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside

- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”

- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also

- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging

- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”

- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you

Asmo:

- Hear me out but it starts out normal

- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits

- So you and him are shopping 24/7

- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras

- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted

- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them

- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization

- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body

- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk

- Watching how they move when you breathe

- Fr like a scorpion about to strike

- And you’re none the wiser

- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones

- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face

- “Open wide dear~”

- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else

- Body worship KING

Beel:

- whew

- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft

- Good enough to eat

- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks

- Sucking them like his life depends on it

- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger

- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants

- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt

- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord

- Offers to pick you up a lot

- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily

- Will massage them bc his hands are huge

- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”

- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you

- “Mc you taste so good”

- Hickeys will be there for weeks

- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK

Belphie:

- a clown

- Circus king actually

- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it

- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭

- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal

- “Mmm your really soft mc”

- Whole body a stress ball😐

- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest

- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you

- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿

- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation

- Going to sleep is his escape card

- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr

- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between

- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf

- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!

- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them

- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you

- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze

- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake

- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior

- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires

- No flowery words or poetic phrases

- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum

- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭

[writingoddess1125]

Tea Time

Wrote this and didn't proof read. Enjoy!

SUPER SWEET Fluffy McFluff 🍬 🍫 🍭

König 👑 x Reader + OC Daughter

König- A Colonel of Kortac, A living battering ram and a ruthless killer- A man who scared even the most hardened of soilders.

Now in a hand cast decorated in scratch and sniff stickers and being walked through his home by a little girl in a Ariel night gown. His usual tactical gear replaced by well worn sweatpants and a old Star Wars shirt, and his face bare to the elements.

However here he wasn't just König- he was Hans too, Husband to (Y/N) a simple nurse and father to 4 year old Eden. The little girl currently dragging him to her Disney Princess Bedroom by his uninjured fingers.

He'd been sent on temporary leave due to breaking his hand during his last mission- rolling out of a moving vehicle during an extraction (Lies. In truth he rolled out of bed wrong and crushed his own hand) However he saw it as a blessing non the less. You having gone out to run a few errands which left König to spend the day with his little girl.

"Papa Sit! I made us tea!" Little Eden squealed, König looking over the little pink table set up with stuffed animals and even littler plastic chairs. Smiling as he gingerly lowered himself onto the tiny plastic pink chair, huffing softly as he did so which made Eden bounce impatiently.

"Little small Princess, give papa a second"

Eden, oblivious to her father's predicament, handed him a toy teacup with a proud smile smile the second he could be seated.

"Here Papa!"

König, trying to grasp it with his uninjured hand, which happened to be his non dominant- His large fingers awkwardly able to grasp the tiny plastic cup- this one having Cinderella on the front of it, "Meine Hände sind heute nicht in Topform" (My hands are not in top form today) he joked- often his times home he spoke to Eden in his native tongue, helping her to learn and understand him and pick up the language herself which she had done beautifully.

Despite the challenge, König sipped imaginary tea which to his surprise had liquid in it- water it seemed with all the elegance he could muster. Eden clearly happy giggled, pouring her water tea into cups and declared, "Papa, du bist der beste Teetrinker!" (Dad, you're the best tea drinker!)

König face softened at this- God he missed spending time with her, he knew his job was important but these moments with Eden ment the world to him. Now enjoying these tea party activities, using his injured hand to hold a stuffed bear she had handed him he chuckled, "Danke Princess"

As the tea party continued, König found himself stuck in a tiny chair which was perfect as his little girl put butterfly clips in his short ginger hair and some purple makeup on his powdery eyes, now struggling to maintain a dignified posture- His legs beginning to fall asleep and the chair making it impossible to be comforble as the pink makeup brush batted his poor face.

"Princess- a little more gentle" He said calmly- Winking when some of the cheap kid makeup got into his eye.

"Almost done Papa!" She said, finishing off with a smear of lip gloss over his scared lips.

"Very pretty Papa!"

"Oh? War ich vorher nicht hübsch?"

(Oh? Was I not pretty before?)

"No!" She exclaimed honestly which made König laugh rather loudly. Nothing like the honesty of a child to humble any man.

Eden continued to serve her tea and even bringing up chopped up conversations and random handfuls of snacks she scattered on the table which König pretended to eat. Which was making him shift and damn near fall from his chair-

Eden couldn't help but laugh at her father's predicament "Papa, du bi't so komisch!" (Dad, you're so funny!) She exclaimed while clapping and stomping her little feet, But stopping as her attention went to her open bedroom door immediately as you peaked in having just returned and still dressed for running errands a smile going over your lips.

"Hans?-" You say softly holding back a laugh at the sight of your husband. All nearly 7ft of him crammed on a tiny plastic chair that you could see was bent out of shape from his weight.

"Mama!" Eden cried out, rushing to you quickly with a toothy grin. "We having a tea party!"

"A tea party? Oh that sounds nice" You say with a smile, looking to your husband who batted his poorly painted eyes at you.

"Very nice- Care to join us?" He said with a smile, you walking over and kissing his forehead gently, making sure to avoid the splattering of makeup over his chizzled face.

"Why I'd love to~" You purr, König smiling at this as he helps you sit next to him in a matching plastic chair. Eden excitedly pouring you a tea cup of her water tea and handing it to you.

You looked down at the cup in question, looking to Eden who poured König another cup as well.

"Eden- Honey, where did you get the water from?" You question, knowing she couldn't reach the sink yet- König sipping the tiny bit of water.

"The toilet!"

A snort leaving you in laughter at that moment as König shot out the bit of water from his mouth. You watch König face scrunch up in total horror and disgust as he jumped from the chair like it was on fire spitting and wiping his tongue as he marched away- you now dying of laughter on the floor as he stepped around you, Eden looked at her father confused as he rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Verdammt noch mal!"

[a-d-nox]

the root chakra and whether i believe you could survive an apocalypse

the root chakra is telling of our survival instincts and what we need to survive.

2 (the high priestess): you saw the end coming but likely want nothing to do with long term living in a world without life and only death. you probably are a prepper though.

3 (the empress): it's pretty unlikely you will live - you are too reliant on others providing for you and likely would miss the conveniences of the modern world.

4 (the emperor): 100% is going to live - this person saw it coming and was preparing for a long time (mentally, physically, etc). they don't have interest in a commune either or rather they would never be dependent on others to survive - they would probably become a leader in an apocalypse.

media representation: any lead character in a post-apocalyptic movie / tv show

5 (the hierophant): dooms-dayer - 100% percent would pray on those who are scared and convince them that you have minimal ways to survive most of which will involve aiding them. they are the type to dictate to others what they need to be done but won't get their own hands dirty. they have zero issues turning religion into a way of life and claiming that current passages were warning them all along - they definitely would result to implementing scare tactics.

media representation: david in the last of us

6 (the lovers): reliant on others for survival. they aren't likely to last long in that regard but also they are likely prone to depression and would become existentialistic.

7 (the charioteer): their survival depends on whether or not they have survival gear - if they don't have a good baseline, they are likely going to be the first to go. they do make good nomads though so long as they do not depend on motorways too early into the apocalypse.

8 (strength): they start out strong then end up giving up. they can be prone to getting hurt too so it is likely they will succumb to infection - perhaps consider shaping up your first aid and herbal knowledge base.

9 (the hermit): the hermit himself was a man of the wilderness - he disappeared on his own and survived on his own. these people are likely to do the same. very little will impend them they just have to be of the mindset they can do it.

media representation: the tv show alone

10 (wheel of fortune): this is the person who just survives based off of dumb luck sometimes these people have really really bad luck though.

11 (justice): this is a practical individual - who knows how to use their resources. unfortunately, they are rather high maintenance so they might be unhappy in a post-apocalyptic world.

media representation: american horror stories: apocalypse (s8)

12 (the hanged man): nope 100% wouldn't make it - probably would be the one to want to loot and take from stores then get hurt in the process because they aren't aggressive enough.

13 (death): they bounce back all the time, so i wouldn't be surprised if they just keep coming back from almost dying.

media representation: joel in the last of us

14 (temperance): they would be great at moderation/rationing their supplies, but they can experience exposure to the elements that nearly kills them if not kills them.

15 (the devil): nope, they are too dependent on the modern world and likely couldn't adjust to new horrors of an apocalyptic world.

16 (the tower): i mean they are preppers and i can see them being capable and durable, but they are accident prone and can have a horrible death if not careful.

17 (the star): absolutely not - these people are quick to give up and feel hopeless in a post-apocalyptic world. they are also prone to being overly exposed to the elements.

18 (the moon): i feel like they could survive but the question is whether or not they could bear being alone with themselves... being alone makes you face all the shadows of the self. i don't feel that they would do well in a group dynamic as they would clash with the different personalities.

19 (the sun): oop these people dip so hard. they don't care what it takes to survive they simply will.

20 (judgment): simply yes. they are very capable of remaking a life in a world they no longer recognize.

21 (the world): definitely. this is a bad ass placement - they come out on top every single time. they are often the last man standing in a survival situation.

22 (the fool): they lack awareness and it tends to be their downfall. also they take too many risks and in a survival situation, you can't simply "wing it".

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[yeeterthek33per]

It's Only Up From Here (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n id just like to say, poor Cait man, girl's got a goose egg and for what? The ref to play blind person when she gets fouled again?

You'll bounce back part 4, have fun!

Sorry y'all, I'm still salty. At least she got a free hat, though... right?

Also, 18+ (teeny bit)

You'd all played your hearts out. It wasn't supposed to end this way. Everything just slipped away way too quickly.

One goal from Asllani was enough to drop the shoulders of the most energetic people on the field. Some of the team still had a fire going, but in the end, nobody could convert anything.

Sam ended up worse off than when she started, and the stubborn idiot begged Tony to keep her on. She couldn't jump to meet headers where she needed to, and no crosses were where any of you needed to send them.

The weight of the game was certainly a massive lot, but in the end, all you could feel was disbelief but also relief. Relief, the whole thing was finally over. Relief that you could go back to your club and just play without so much stress.

Plus, you only had your transfer to worry about now. Luckily enough, Arsenal quickly accepted your manager's ask to join the club.

As much as you loved playing in sweden with your family, you loved your girls and wanted to move in with them, and this was the next big step for the three of you.

Still, the weight of the loss would bare down on you all for months to come, if not the years until the next world cup began, and even then, would you still succeed like you did?

Would the country still love you all enough to support you, then?

Would you even make the team? You know you're only twenty-seven, but still, you never know.

The crowd applauds you as you move around the field. Everything just feels like it's on a flow at this point. Nothing's really registering. You thank the fans, and give away your shirt and boots to the crowd.

Walking around in shorts and a sports bra, taking photos with fans, signing gear, everything just goes in one swift motion.

Steph just looks purely exhausted as she walks around the field. Tear stained face since she can no longer fight them, the battle for the cup finally over for you all.

Caitlin just looks blank, eyes empty as she gives away her boots and shakes hands with the swedes.

You hug Magda, congratulating her on the win as she consoles you for the loss. Having known each other briefly at Chelsea, where you spent about a six month stint on loan, playing in the midfield.

You tell her to say hi to Pernille for you, and you part ways, walking over to where your team is gathering for the circle. You all watch the swedish team receive their medals, celebrating the third place win for the fourth time.

Sam is sitting on the bench, away from the group, but still aplauding the effort.

You meet her eye, and all you can see is the disappointment and what is most likely building frustration at tweaking her calf again.

You knew she didn't blame Magda for it. It was a rough game, and tensions were high, and there was no way it was intentional.

You get up from your position on the grass to go to her, slipping into the seat beside her, arm around her shoulders.

You don't say anything. There isn't really anything you can console your best friend and captain with at this point.

She just leans into you until it's time to go to back into the locker room with one final wave and the last of media duties.

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Steph and Caitlin are both pretty much going through the motions by the end of the night. You know they're hurting, and everything just feels so tense.

By the end of team dinner, they're both silent, and you can only give them small back rubs and smiles to encourage them a bit as you all process the loss. The others are slowly back to conversing normally. Some are still barely processing.

Mini is sat by Kyra and Charlie, the three doing their best to keep a happy face for Harper, to which you do wander over eventually, giving the girl a small tickle and kiss on the cheek.

You hug Mini from behind the couch she's sitting on, pressing a small kiss to her cheek as well, and pat Charlie and Kyra on the shoulders as you pull away.

You head up towards your room, wanting to call it an early night. Normally, you'd go to Caitlin and Steph's room, but Steph stayed behind with the girls, and Caitlin looked like she wanted to be alone for the night.

However, you're proven wrong when a hand grabs yours to walk you back to her room.

The moment you're in the door, her face is buried in your neck, and her hands slip under the back of your hoodie, holding you tight to her.

Your arms slip under hers, wrapping up around her shoulders, and you bury your nose into her left.

"Hey, pretty girl."

She just grunts into your neck.

You pull her away enough to have a look at her face. The bandage is still over her brow, but it's looking like a massive goose egg now and starting to bruise over her eye.

You let your hand brush her hair back.

"How's your head feel?"

"Meh, it's fine. They want me on the usual concussion watch. Hurts a little, but it's not that bad."

You smile softly, but it feels more like a grimace, so you lean up and press a light kiss to the bandage.

"Man, they were really going in on you tonight, weren't they? They should have let Mini and me fight Asllani earlier."

She cracks a smile at that

"No fighting, babe, we don't need more black eyes."

You raise a brow at her.

"You're the one telling me that?"

She chuckles a little.

"Also, you're assuming we'd lose." You playfully pout.

She pulls you down onto her lap as she steps back towards the bed.

"Pft, I know damn well you'd sit her on her ass. That doesn't mean you need to, though. I also didn't mention who would get a black eye in that scenario."

You giggle and lean down, careful not to bump her head and kiss her softly. Her hands slip up underneath the back of your t-shirt, and you sigh when she caresses your lower back.

One of her hands trails down and slips underneath the waistband of your sports sweats and gently squeezes your ass.

You huff against her, smacking her arm lightly as she gets a cheeky smirk on her face the moment you pull away.

"What? Not even one for the shiner?"

You chuckle, poking her in the sternum.

"No baby, besides, no strenuous activity on concussion watch."

"Who said I was the one cumming later?"

She wiggles her eyebrows but winces slightly after. You just shake your head lightly.

"My point exactly, you won't stop at just one. Also, stop moving your brows. You know it doesn't help."

Caitlin just looks up at you again with a mischievous twinkle.

"Kiss me better?"

You roll your eyes at her, but lean down to take her lips with your own anyway.

Her hands move from under your shirt at the back to the front, scratching gently down your stomach. You shiver but stand your ground, keeping the kiss light.

You know you're a gonner the moment she runs her tongue along your bottom lip.

You both pull away for a second, and her lips trail down your throat and your eyes close at the contact. Her teeth nip at your collarbone, and your hands settle on her shoulders as hers slip further up your shirt and under your sports bra.

"Jesus, baby, if we get caught again, this one's on you." You're panting along side the words.

Your hips rock softly against her, and the smug look in her eyes tells you she really doesn't care about being caught.

She tugs at your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting her hand dip below your pants waistband. Her head dips lower to press kisses across the top of your chest, just above the elastic.

Right as her fingertips slip below the band of your sports boxers, the door opens behind you both, making you jump slightly.

Caitlin quickly tosses you beneath her, shielding you from view with a small curse.

When you both realise it's only Steph, you relax.

"Hey, sweetheart."

She raises a brow at the two of you, shutting the door behind her. You stand up to meet her with a small peck to the lips, but her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Your hands rub her arms softly, a small frown taking your features as you watch her. She's exhausted and looks just about torn down completely.

"How you feeling?"

"Still just kind of processing, same as the others, though."

A small sigh leaves her lips as she leaves one last peck to yours before stepping past you to see Caitlin.

She kisses the striker softly, murmuring asking about her head.

"Doing fine, babe, usual concussion watch. She's pretty, though, ain't she?"

Steph chuckles softly at her and presses a kiss to the bandage as well, and plops down onto the bed face down.

You and Caitlin exchange looks, and you urge Steph up the bed, but she just grumbles softly, legs still hanging over the edge.

"Baby, C'mon, you gotta move, or it's really gonna hurt tomorrow."

She says something, but it's just muffled as she's buried face first into the bed.

Caitlin sighs, brushing Steph's hair to the side as she turns her head.

"It's gonna hurt anyways." It's said a soft whine, but you know what she means when she says it.

You sit on the other side of her and rub her back gently.

"I know, baby, but you have to at least give yourself a decent night's rest, okay?"

She grunts, shuffling up the bed but doesn't move from her face-down splat position.

A loving half smile encompasses Caitlin's lips, and she scoots along the bed to sit up against the headrest, lifting Steph's arm to rest over her legs, and she rubs it gently.

You do the same, knowing you have to stay up to make sure Caitlin can complete her concussion checks every few hours, setting your phone alarm to wake you up if you drift off, knowing you can turn the alarm off beforehand if you're still awake.

Steph squeezes both your thighs softly, but does manage to turn onto her side to rest her head on your lap, arm draped over your legs.

Caitlin shoves a pillow behind her head and quickly drifts off, and you lean her slightly more inwards to not let her fall off the bed.

Your hand combs through Steph's hair, scratching lightly at her scalp as you scroll through your phone.

Various messages of encouragement, and others saying thanks. Thank you to the Matildas. Thank you to the family you're a part of. Describing your team's efforts as heroic and forever in commemoration as they dedicate their cheers to the team.

You can only thank whatever deity above brought this country to love you all like they do.

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Throughout the night, Caitlin's concussion checks go without issue. Though she does get a little grumpy after the fifth time and then almost doesn't bother answering you the sixth.

By the seventh and final check, she just shoves you grumpily before you quietly flick her and remind her she's only putting her own health at risk here and that you just wont let her sleep at all as that's the only other procedure.

You finally get her to answer the questions at that.

Steph, somehow, it's a miracle, honestly, stays asleep throughout this whole debacle, and you magically stay awake until 7am where the trainer's come knocking to collect Caitlin, and to let you sleep for a few hours before you have to be up for the ceremony.

Steph latches back onto you the moment you settle in the bed, and she lets you sleep for another half hour after she's woken up.

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After the whole presentation and Steph and the rest of you are pleasantly surprised by her favourite song's artist, Nikki Webster, you're all exhausted and ready to crash again.

Tony allows the day to rest and relax off the game before an early morning recovery session the next day.

You spend it curled up with your favourite girls, Caitlin now safely away from any concussion worries.

You end up waking in the late afternoon from your long nap. Steph is seated beside you on her phone, hand rubbing circles in your back.

Caitlin is in the bathroom showering.

"Hey you."

You hum softly, stretching out slightly before relaxing back into matress below you.

"Afternoon, I assume?"

"Yeah, you didn't sleep too long, it's only been about five hours."

"Mmkay, did Mini stop by at all?"

"Yeah, she was looking for you since you didn't return to the room with her last night. She figured you'd be here. She said if you woke up within a few hours, she'd be downstairs in the rec room with Harper and the girls."

"Oky." You kind of half process it in your sleepy state, nuzzling your nose into the side of Steph's leg. She only looks on amused around her phone at you.

"You gonna go down?"

You make a half committed answer, shrugging lightly, just cuddling into her leg further. Her hand scratches at the back of your neck lightly.

Steph just sighs, knowing you won't sleep later but doesn't have it in her to wake you when you dose off again.

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With the next days passing by, final preparations are made to pack up camp and to go back to your respective clubs before the next one.

You all take the time to grieve the loss, and you even manage to break through to Sam a little, catching her alone and having a sit down conversation with her about everything.

She let's you know the next day how thankful she is for your little shoves over the last few days and getting her walls to come down.

You just remind her that that's what best friends are for.

Steph and Caitlin come to terms with it on their own, and you make sure you're there to wipe away any tears.

You'd already made your peace, ready to start the next chapter with your loves and ready to move on to the Olympic qualifiers.

You hope with all your heart that you can fight harder and go all the way this time.

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Sorry, this one is a little lacking, guys. I swear I was trying to find a way to end it without cutting it short, but it kind of carries on towards the end. Again, apologies for that.

[spidrzfall]

Bus ⤑ Peter Parker.

This fic is heavily inspired and taken after the Bluey Episode 'Bus' !! which is just the cutest episode in the whole show that i have the biggest inspiration for it hehe !! Enjoy you guys, Love A.

☆° Peter Parker x Male Reader

☆°• fluff!

°•▪︎ Fem readers DNI ♡♡

♧ warnings: none! !!♧

♡ NOTES: none !!

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The second (M/N) stepped out the door he could feel the nerves in his body consume him whole. His leg bounced up and down as he waited at the bus stop, trying to locate where the bus was and when it would arrive. For the past month and a half (M/N) has been taking the bus…more specifically the 4-11, usually at this time it was empty, with no passengers and if there were it would only be a few which was a miracle! Nevertheless (M/N) appreciated the idea that there weren't any passengers…especially because he had the biggest crush on the bus driver, Peter. 

As the bus pulled in at the same time as always causing (M/N) to stand up and walk up to the two front doors of the bus that hissed open as Peter announced, “Bus stopping! Doors opening!” As his eyes made contact with (M/N) a bright smile saw his usual passenger on the other side as he began to speak, “Mornin’ Passenger, where are you headed off to today?” Peter glanced at the man seeing him insert some coins into the slot of the bus before hurriedly making his way to one of the seats closest to the window in the 2nd row. “The Art Museum, Please!” (M/N) managed, his voice somewhat high pitched and quick feeling the familiar nerves hit him at once as he spoke to the brunette.

“Huh…okay?” Peter murmured to himself before grabbing one of the stick gears next to him and announcing that the doors would be shut close now as he hummed a small tune as he continued to drive. Unknowing to him about the nervous wreck that was (M/N) who occasionally glanced in Peter’s direction the air inside thick with awkwardness and clear silence the only sound coming from the city as Peter took note of the lack of traffic, “There isn’t much traffic today, so it should be a smooth drive to the Museum. That is unless something get’s in our way but I doubt that’s gonna happen, we shouldn’t take that long to get there” Peter broke the silence as he continued to drive, his eyes on the road as he spoke to the man behind him who replied shortly afterwards “Oh, That’s…great”

(M/N) would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that something would make the bus ride a smidge bit longer, sure he and Peter never talked and it was just a silly distant crush but he liked Peter regardless that even if they had to sit in silence the whole ride, (M/N) would enjoy it anyways. The bus taking it’s usual course as Peter made a stop towards on of the bus stops nearby, “Yeah, it’s most likely going to be a smooth trail from he…” Peter cut off as he opened the bus doors to let in passengers as he groaned softly, Richard and Gladys. “Oh no..” Peter murmured as he ran a hand through his face, a look of boredom and slight annoyance crawled its way to him seeing as Richard and Gladys slowly approach the buses entrance.

Peter didn’t know where to begin with Gladys and Richard, two old folk he had picked up roughly 4 different times in the 2 years he’s been working as a bus driver but even from those few interactions boy did they leave an impression on Peter. For two old people they were quite annoying, Richard was always up in everybodys business and everybodys lives concerned him which was sweet but highley overbearing especially when the older man always tried to take matters into his own hands. Gladys was almost the opposite, a very sweet woman but just as colorful as the older man. She was hard of hearing and would constantly not pay attention to almost anything anybody would tell her as well as being incredibly clumsy and unfiltered. 

“We’re on our way to bingo, darling” Gladys began as he opened up her coin purse grabbing a fist full and just chucking them at Peter’s feet a small chuckle escaping her lips “Awh, My coins…” She spoke her voice catching (M/N)’s attention. Peter couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he set his foot down “Alright listen, you two. I do not want any trouble! I expect you two to be decent.” Pointing his finger as he glared at the two, Richard raising his voice as he had a smile on his face “I don’t know what you’re referring to, son.” before walking towards the seats of the bus his eyes making contact with (M/N)’s as he sat next to him “Hope you don’t mind if i take a seat here do you, son?” – “All yours” (M/N) replied as he scooted over seeing as how Gladys took a seat in the row in front of them.

“Where are you headed to, Love?” Richard asked as he turned to face the younger man. “Oh to the Art Museum” (M/N) replied as he saw Richard shake his head “You should take the 6-17 bus, It’ll take you there faster.” the older man suggested as he pointed to a nearby bus stop where the 6-17 usually stopped at before Gladys commented “No, Love. You’re thinking about the 8-10 bus” – “Oh you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Richard replied as he shook his head before his attention being retracted back to (M/N)’s. “Well actually I take this bus because…I’m secretly in love with the bus driver” (M/N) confessed as he whispered the last bit to Richard seeing the old mans eyes widen in surprise and interest as he ‘ooh’ed at (M/N)’s confession, “Really? He seems a bit dorky to me” Richard spoke as he adjusted his glasses catching a glimpse of Peter “Oh no, not for me.” (M/N) spoke, his voice only proving just how smitten he was over the other. “Isn’t that just wonderful, young love I say. You two could get married and have bus babies. I’ll let him know” Richard spoke as he stood up clearing wanting to make his way towards Peter only to be pulled back in by (M/N).

“No! I’m not ready to tell him! I’m not even sure if he knows me well or if he likes me back” (M/N) spoke clearly worried and slightly embarrassed. “This generation…you have to tell him you love him! We’re almost at your destination” Richard spoke as he adjusted himself back into the seat. “I know…I just- I need more time” (M/N) replied shyly as he rubbed his arm, Richard on the other hand had a look that he had a plan as he quickly nodded, “well if it’s time you need. We got you covered. Oh bus driver next stop, please!”

Peter glanced through the mirror as he heard the familiar stop bell ring as he raised a brow “The next stops a pasta shop, what happened to bingo?” Peter asked as he began to slow the bus down so they could reach the right stop. “Well what do you expect me’ missus to cook when I get home after bingo?” As Peter nodded taking that into consideration as he stopped the bus, opening the doors up for the older man. As he saw Richard go up to the sliding doors and staring at the shop before turning back around and into the bus “I forgot, I don’t have a missus” The man spoke as he went back to his spot next to (M/N). Peter rolling his eyes as he shut the doors shut once again and went back to driving towards the museum.

Only for a few minute second for the stop bell to ring again as Peter raised a brow yet again looking at the next stop. “The next stop is a dealership!” Peter spoke as he slowed the bus down again and as before Richard was to speak again “Well you expect me to show up to Bingo empty handed in a crummy bus?” Peter only shaking his head at the reply as he stopped the bus again, opening the doors once again as Richard made hos way towards them again…and once more not getting off and going back to his seat “I forgot I don’t know how to drive!” Peter just about had enough as he muttered out a soft curse from under his breath shutting the doors back up as he drove once again but not before scolding the passengers, “Passangers should only ding the bell if they intend to get off! Is that clear?”

“Tell him you love him!” Richard murmured to (M/N) as (M/N)’s eyes widned a sense of warmness coating his cheeks as he shook his head “No!” (M/N) practically yelled as Peter furrowed his brows “What do you mean no?” – “I mean yes! We understand!” 

The ride went by smoothly only for 3 seconds later for the same bell ringing again as he let out a frustrated groan “The next stop is a junkyard!” Peter expressed his patience slipping everytime he spoke. “I need to throw some things away!” Richard’s voice boomed as the bus instead of slowly stopping made a harsh stop as the doors opened “Theres the junkyard, get out and throw your junk away” Peter spoke as he stared at the older man and again Richard made his way to the doors only to turn back around “I didn’t bring any of it with me” 

“That is it! We are not making any more stops until the museum and than you could ALL get off!” Peter spoke frustrated as he shut the doors and started up the bus, speeding his way through the road. “You need to tell him now, honey. You’re almost out of time” Richard spoke to (M/N) as he saw the man hesitate shaking his head in confirmation he wasn’t going to. “Where’s Marmalade…” Gladys whispered in front of them which went unheard as (M/N) and Richard spoke. “I’ll just do it tomorrow” (M/N) spoke to Richard as he shook his head. “Oh no deary, Todays so much better than tomorrow.” – “Marmalade??” 

“Bus Stopping! There, Museum, now all of you out!” Peter spoke as the doors came open only for Gladys to speak up again “Where’s Marmalade?” (M/N) raising a brow as he looked at Richard “Who’s Marmalade?” – “Gladys pet tarantula” Richard replied as all 3 of the passengers looked at Peter who had a huge tarantula crawling in his shoulder as Peter screamed out trying to get it off, getting up and trying to shake it off him.

“There you are, Marmalade”

“Get it off!!” Peter screamed as he walked backwards only to fall off the bus and onto the pavement of the crosswalk. (M/N) watching the scene unfold as he stood up in concern as he shouted at Peter from the window “It’s right there!! Suck the poison out!!” As he was caught up on the scene from outside before his attention was drawn to the bus starting up as he turned to Richard who was looking at the scene from the window as well “Who’s driving?” 

“Gladys is driving”

“Oh okay…”

“GLADYS IS DRIVING?!” (M/N) shouted as his eyes widned turning to the front of the bus as he saw the shorter older women drive recklessly as he saw Peter follow right after shouting after the bus “Hey thats my bus!!” could be heard from outside as (M/N) turned to Richard. “DO SOMETHING!!” he spoke panicked as he saw the older man lie down “time for a grandad nap…” – “Richard!!”

(M/N) made his way towards the front of the bus as he slowly brought Glady away from the steering wheel, trying to lift her up “Cmon honey…give me the wheel” (M/N) spoke panicked and softly as he pried the women away only for the steering wheel to come off as he took it in his hands, Peter chasing them from behind yelling at (M/N) “Push the brakes!” as (M/N) scrambled with it trying to push the brakes only for them to not work “They don’t work!!” he screamed back “Pop the wheel back in place!!” Peter screamed as (M/N) quickly popped the steering wheel back into place as Peter threw himself at the open doors, stumbling into the floor of the bus as he groaned but quickly got up as he put a hand on the side of the drivers seat where (M/N) was sitting.

(M/N) took note of just how close Peter really was as he blushed softly, what a great time to be so close to your crush as (M/N) occasionally glanced at him “Hi…” he finally spoke as his voice “Hey” Peter replied back as he looked at (M/N) “How’s your day going?” The two exchanged a look as Peter finally spoke up “Pretty slow day.”

“Tell him!”

“Richard!”

“Tell me what?” Peter smirked as he looked at the slight redness in (M/N)’s face as he leaned in only slightly. “Nothing! I’ll uhm…tell you tomorrow.” (M/N) replied as he tried to take control over the steering wheel “Well there isn’t going to be a tomorrow! We’re going to hit that custard factory!!” Peter shouted as pointed straight ahead. The two exhanging a look as Peter grabbed the two older people in the back as they shouted in surprise before he leaped out the bus (M/N) following from behind. All 4 of them hitting the pavement below as Richard and Gladys laid on the ground groaning in the background a large crash sound most likely the bus hitting the factory as Peter and (M/N) landed besides each other the two relived that they didn’t die their hearts racing.

“We’re alive…” (M/N) spoke in disbelief as he panted. “I can’t believe it…” Peter murmured as he tried to breath. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you! I keep putting it off for tomorrow but now…i think i’m going to tell you” (M/N) spoke out of breath as he smiled, the adrenaline rush clearly getting to him “I want to get married and have your bus babies!” Peter looked up at the sky as he tried to process what he had just been told. “Oh.

“Richard, i did it! I told him!” (M/N) spoke as he walked up to the older man who was helping Gladys up from the ground “Oh i told you, son. Now go on and have your bus babies.” Richard laughed softly as he shooed (M/N) away. “Oh no. He’s already married to a giraffe.” 

And just like that (M/N) stood in the middle of the living room of his and husband’s shared home. Two children standing in front of him pretending to be old people. Their older son, Jose and their youngest daughter, Amelia dressed up and hunched over as if wanting to give the illusion they were much older than what they really were as the two faced their dad. “What?” Jose spoke imitating an older mans voice “We’ll see about that! C’mon Gladys!” Jose’s voice echoed in the room as he grabbed his little sisters hand and ran up to tackle Peter, rough housing with the man. A wide smile on (M/N)’s face as he saw their kids mess around with his husband who was getting ‘kissing’ a huge plush giraffe before getting tackled down by their son, his playful scream echoing in the room as he looked at (M/N) for ‘help’. “Babe!!” – “Kids!” 

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[onepiecesb]

Hey op nation have y’all seen Lorenzo Simonelli?

The Gear 5 laugh

Gear 2

Gear 4 Bounce Man

Gear 4 Snake man

[kyiubi5thgear]

Anyways have some of the one piece side of me while I continue to cook in the kitchen

[uaremyjae]

Some people said Garp,Dragon and Luffy doesn’t look like each other 🫠 bruh there’s this thing called genetics. Even my look are not similar with my parents as I am more similar to my grandma.

Like look at these three angry face? It’s so similar.

Them being calm, confident & enigmatic person

Bonus! Luffy’s Gear 4 appearance are just him look like Garp & Dragon in respective form:

Gear 4 : Bounce Man

Gear 4 : Snakeman

Personality wise of course, Luffy is much like Garp but we still haven’t seen dragon backstory just yet. But just based on how dragon being friend with flamboyant Ivankov and how the rest of Revolutionary Army consisted of individuals that are quirky and unique, you could tell Dragon himself in the past are just as quirky and fun like his son & garp.

It’s just what happened to him and what he saw when still in Marine that makes him now become serious person? Did someone he really cherished and close with died because of what WG did in the past? If we go to Luffy losing hope & blame himself for ace’s death, he could be like Dragon. All serious and doesn’t break smile very often. To me, when the person who smile a lot in their life started to lose those smiles, something really bad happened and traumatised that person a lot.