#gym leader nope

[flamingredanon]

Happy Halloween, have a vampire!

[sapherin]

2024 is starting on a Morty Monday, truly a good sign 👻✨

[viti-ocs]

I love coming up with AUs that I'll never do anything with other than daydream about them, and maybe pin some related things to my OCs' pinterest boards

[elbdot]

So while I was reading your latest comic, I had to ask:

Since El is from Kalos, does she have a French accent? (cause Kalos is based off France) ('3')

Nope, El may have grown up in Kalos, but her family actually moved there when she was around 5, so while she considers Kalos her home, she's not actually a native Kalosian and grew up bilingual.

Her parents moved around a lot due to her Dad working as a substitute gym leader. He has his own gym, but if a gym leader retires before a successor has been determined, he helps out by filling in for the position for the time being, which usually results in him living in a different region for a couple of months, at max for a year or two. Since he has bigger staff at his own gym with a colleague fiilling in for him, he can allow himself to leave his gym behind for a while.

When he was called to help out in Kalos, upon arriving and settling in, El's mom refused to partake in yet another move, now that they had a daughter who was about to turn 6 and ready to go to school (yes, regular school, as we've seen in the anime "Journeys", schools that AREN'T explicitly TRAINER schools also still exists 😂)

She wanted to give her daughter stability and the chance to make friends and she greatly enjoyed Kalos' cities and culture. When her husband had to move yet again, she stayed behind in Kalos with her daughter. It was kind of an inofficial break-up.

[minnielvrr]

Letter Games Pt. 1

Lee: Hannie Lers: Chan, Minho, Jeongin Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you for being so patient with me everyone! and thank you for the ones who checked up on me during my absence🥺 it means a lot to me🫂🩷 i hope you guys like this!!🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120

“You two, quiet down! Hyung is sleeping,” Jeongin hissed for the third time that day, rolling his eyes when Han stuck his tongue out at him. Minho sighed, eyes falling on their leader, curled up and snoring away quietly on one corner of their picnic blanket.

The trio had covered him in their jackets, then munched on some snacks as they whispered to each other. The warmth of the sun, the cool of the breeze and the members hushed voices had lulled him slowly to dreamland.

Innie had propped his head up on his bag and Chan had fallen asleep in seconds, strands of his dark hair weaving between lush green blades of grass.

It was an adorable sight and one that reminded the two why they had to be silent. It was rare to see him so peacefully asleep. Chan needed this nap. And so they settled down too, Han pointing out clouds and comparing them to random objects in an attempt to keep them entertained.

“Look that one looks like Chan hyung’s butt…or maybe Binnie hyung’s. And that one looks like a wahahalrus!” He whispered, dissolving into a fit of giggles when it got both Minho and Jeongin to crack up.

Oh how they missed Changbin. The dwaekki had been stubborn about going to the gym today and so was missing all this.

It was a couple of hours later that Chan woke up, brought back to consciousness by his bandmates quiet snickers.

“Hannie hyung I swear if you wake Channie hyung up, you’re gonna get wrecked so bad!” Innie threatened, although the smile in his voice and crescent shaped eyes stole any real weight to his words.

“I’m up!” The oldest announced, a fond smile playing on his lips as he sat up and stretched. “Man, that was exactly what I needed. Plus,” he added, glancing at the ace. “I had a very… enlightening dream. Innie come over.”

Eyes wide with curiosity, the maknae leaned over, shoulders rising when the leader’s breath tickled his ears. Hushed whispers were followed by a deep red flush overtaking Jeongin’s face, both amusement and admiration shining in his eyes as he leaned away to look back at Chan.

“Hyung that… that… Can he even survive that?” He asked, unable to stop his gaze from falling on Han, who now resembled a scared hamster— worry lines showing on his forehead as his eyebrows knitted in suspicion and concern. Were they talking about him?

There was no way it was that right? That would be ridiculous! Because why on earth would Chan be dreaming about tickle tactics right now?

The same was done for Minho, the kitten now sporting a grin that could only be described as demonic. “I don’t like this. What are you plotting hyung?” Han demanded, looking warily at the mastermind of all this.

“Alright,” Chan announced, “Let’s play a game Hannie: you spell your name, and for each letter, we find a tickle spot and rate it. Sounds fun, right?”

“Nope.” The ace stood up abruptly, taking a big step away from the others, “Nuh uh. Like hell it does. Why am I the one getting targeted? Innie is much more ticklish and Minho hyung is a wayy more satisfying conquest.”

His comments flustered the two, Minho glaring playfully at his while Jeongin groaned in annoyance. “Get back here hyung-ah!” A burst of action followed, Chan and Jeongin jumping up and chasing after the quokka, who stumbled as he fled for his life.

Minho laughed in second-hand embarrassment. Around them, couples and families had stopped to stare, watching three grown men tearing through the grass like kids on a playground.

It was an exposed tree root that was Hannie’s undoing. “No no no no no!!”

He tripped, landing face first on a patch of tall grass. Before he could even stand up on his own, two hands grabbed his waist, hauling him over their leader’s shoulder. He gave in then, slumping in their hold and breathing hard.

“Yes yes yes Han-ah~ We’re gonna have to get you extra good for trying to run,” Chan teased as they walked back to their spot.

Innie bullied him all the way back, discussing earnestly with Chan on which spots to get, the smirk on his face telling Han that this was meant to tease him. And it certainly did.

His chubby cheeks were rose tinted when he was put down, Minho tackling the ace into his arms. “Mhmhm nohohoho!! Youhu cahan’t dohoho thihis to me!” He squirmed uselessly when the three pinned him down, a small part of him giddy with anticipation.

Hannie’s body tingled at the way all their eyes zeroed in on his hips. They wouldn’t start with his hips right? He couldn’t handle one of his worst spots being tickled right off the bat.

“Oh yea? And who’s gonna stop us? You?” Minho mocked, hands resting on Hannie’s ribs and tapping away as if to remind him of his current predicament. He gulped, looking away when he felt his cheeks warming up. Gods if he was already this flustered….

“Now, you remember the rules right? It’s simple. You spell out your name and we tickle you on one spot for each letter. And,” Chan gently tilted Hannie’s face so he was looking right at him, “for every letter you forget or mix up, we will tickle an extra spot that we pick. You got that?”

The ace chewed his bottom lip as he nodded, utterly mortified when he felt butterflies dancing in his belly. He was so excited!

“Go on hyung-ah, spell your name for us. You know you want to~” Innie crooned and Han wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Their dear maknae had grown very cocky since he’d started bulking, having already gotten his long due revenge on Hyunjin and Seungmin.

A tense silence followed, during which the ace’s urge to get wrecked warred with his want for self preservation. Minho magnanimously helped him along, his fingers dancing lightly against Hannie’s neck to keep him giggling adorably.

“Arghahaha! Hyuhuhung youhuhu cahan’t tihickle mehehe untihil ihihi spehell!” He protested, his train of thought derailing right into tickle land.

“Oh? Whoever said we couldn’t tickle you before you started? There weren’t any such rules Hannie~ Coochie coochie coo~” he teased, mischievous smile stretching his lips as his fingers sped up, making the younger squirm under him.

“Fine! Fihihine Ihihi’ll sahahay it!” He yelped, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “…H.”

All hell broke lose then. “Hips!” Jeongin yelled like a student getting the right answer in class. His shirt was tugged up and hands were immediately fighting to knead and scribble and drill into the quokka’s hips.

“Fuhuhuhuck nonono!! Ihihit tihihihckles sohohoho bahaHAHAD!!” Han couldn’t tell who was doing what, the ticklish sensation consuming his every thought, giggles spilling from his lips unrestrained.

Chan, sitting on his hands was doing the scribbling while Minho on his thighs was drilling in like this was his last chance to.

Innie on the other hand had moved to his side to knead into one hip at a time, alternating just to watch the poor lee twist and turn, trying and failing to lean away. “Wow hyungie, it’s like you become more ticklish each time we tickle you!” He marveled at the older’s ability to endure the sweet torture.

“Ihihi hahaha HAHATE YOUHUHU GUHUHYS!! AHHH MINHO HYUHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” Hannie was thrown into hysterics, giggly laughter morphing into frantic cackles when Minho bent down to blow a raspberry on one hip.

Chan took mercy on him though, Hannie’s face was bright red, his wide, heart shaped smile on full display as he laughed and writhed under their hands. “Just spell the next letter when you want us to move on.”

“A! A! Plehehease Ihihihi cahan’t tahake ihihit thehehere anyhymore!!”

“Oh you asked for it baby. Too bad your first letters spell out your worst spots one after the other~” The leader chuckled at his plight. It was too amusing to stop though. So he dived right in, then stilled when an idea popped in his head.

“How do you want us to get you here Han-ah? Should I go light like this?” He cooed, slipping his hands into Hannie’s sleeves and brushed the sensitive skin lightly with the lips of his fingers. He watched as Hannie’s previous sounds quietened down, sweet bubbly giggles escaping his lips.

“Or rough?” He hooked his thumb into the hollow and vibrated in quickly, thrusting the poor lee into belly laughter, head thrown back and legs kicking the ground behind Minho. “LIGHT! PLEHEHEHASE CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG GO SLOHOHOW! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGING!!”

“As you wish baby,” the leader promised, switching back to gentle tracing and light back and forth strokes of his nails. It was just enough stimulation to keep Hannie’s melodious sounds filling their little corner of the park, but not so rough that he’d get overwhelmed.

“Hyuhuhung ahahaha ihihit tihihickles hyuhuhung! ihihihit tihihihihckles!!” Hannie told them, watery eyes blinking up at them. “Does it now? And do you like it? I can feel you leaning in you know?” Chan looked at him, amused and endeared.

Their little ace really was the cutest ever. Poor Hannie blushed even darker at being outed, hiding his face in his arm. “Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! Youhuhu mahade mehehe dohoho thihihis!”

“Do you want us to stop then, baby?” Minho asked, a knowing smile on his face as he brushed Hannie’s bangs back from his sweaty forehead.

“Mhmhmhm myhyhy nahahame stihihill has mohohore lehehetters tohoho gohoho youhuhu knohow!” He mumbled between shy laughter, peering at them from his hiding place.

“That’s right! Hyung still has seven more letters to go. You’re so cute Hannie hyung. You can just say you like this~” Innie teased, throwing in a quick scribble to the older’s belly to make him jump. They really adored this shy side of their friend.

Han whined then. They were enjoying his flustered state wayy too much! It wasn’t fair. Just a twitch of Chan’s fingers and another bout of laughter slipped past his lips. It soon grew unbearable, the soft tickles sending tingles down his whole body, making the lee feel like he was a live wire.

“N!! Nehehehext spohohot plehehease!” He begged, gasping for breath. The unshed tears were more prominent in his eyes now. His blush had spread down his neck, color bleeding into his chest.

“Aww is this too much for you Hannie? I’m tickling you so gently and you still can’t take it?” The leader taunted but paused to give the younger a break.

“N is for Navel!” Jeongin cheered, wiggling his fingers at his hyung. It made Hannie’s breath hitch. The trio waited till the ace’s breathing had evened out, Minho rubbing soothing (and slightly ticklish) circles into his waist.

“You ready?” Minho asked, voice soft when he looked at Han, making sure the younger really was okay with continuing.

“I'm okay, hyung. Um... will you... uh... tickle me on more spots if I spell multiple letters at once? Just wondering… Is that one of the rules?" Han asked hesitantly, boba eyes looking right at Chan.

"Hmm, well it wasn't... But now that you mention it, maybe it should be one of the rules. Do you want it to be baby?" Chan's mind was running a mile a minute with that idea, playing with all the ways he could try this game on the rest of the members back at the dorms.

Hannie blushed hard but nodded. He wanted more. And he was curious what spots they would pick for each letter.

And maybe a teeny tiny part of him really wanted this too— to see how much he could take and how merciless his lers could be. After all, these three were probably the most sadistic ones he knew.

“Go on, spell for us.” Jeongin whined impatiently, taking his seat on the older’s calves. Now Sungie really was pinned completely.

“J…I…S.” His next words came out as a surprised screech when, without warning, Jeongin’s hands found his thighs and squeezed. “J for joints!” He spoke cheerfully, squeezing and scribbling and massaging the spot.

“Wait! Nohohoho Ihihihi dihihihidn’t thihihink thihis throughuhuhu ahaHAHAHAHAHH!!” A squeal cut through his bubbly laughter once Minho and Chan also joined in.

“Hey you can’t complain! You asked for this Hannie~ You even thought of it yourself!” Chan chided him, hands busily moving from his waist and up to Hannie’s ribs, clawing and pinching the skin.

Minho had leaned back, massaging his thumbs into the younger’s inner thighs to have Jisung screaming incoherently. It really wasn’t fair that his name covered so many of his worst spots!

Hannie twisted and writhed as best he could, only managing to shake his head and flap his feet and occasionally jerk his torso away from one of Chan’s cruel hands.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SHIHIT IHIHI CAHAHAN’T OHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!” Hicuppy laughter flowed from his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if to clock out the sensations racing across his skin.

“Yah! There are kids here! You can’t curse, Jisung-ah,” the leader scolded. And his hands sped up, punishing poor Hannie with even more tickles which kinda did their job.

Now any curse words that came up would die in his throat until nothing but pure, unfiltered sounds of joy escaped. He laughed and laughed and laughed, forgetting how this stupid game even begun in the first place.

“Three more letters baby. What the last ones?” Minho prompted, noticing how out of it their ace looked.

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T REHEHEMEHEMBER! PLEHEHEASE SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!! IHIHI CAHANT THIHIHINK!” He gasped out finally, and the three obliged, slowing their hands until they were merely resting on the tortured spots.

Han panted, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then he remembered. The last 3 letters. Oh god. Which spots would they target? U for underarms, N for neck and G for…? Damn he couldn’t think of any…

“Uh…U, N and G! That’s all the letters.” He spoked regardless. He wondered what spot the others would target for his last letter.

“Okay U for underarms,” Minho nodded in satisfaction. “N for neck, of course!” Chan followed. They all turned to Jeongin, who smirked cockily. That brat had something up his sleeve!

“Ghost spots~” He said and was greeted with three matching looks of confusion. “You’ll see!” He reassured and let the oldest duo start.

Minho hooked his thumbs into the younger’s hollows and alternated the sides he would tickle, giggling when it had Hannie flailing left and right like a fish out of water.

“Nohohoho!! Mihihihinhohoho hyuhuhung stoHAHAHAHAP BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!!” His laughter doubled in volume when Chan joined at his neck, trailing his fingertips before scribbling at the soft skin.

Jeongin observed the scene for a moment, taking in the bright pink of his hyung’s chubby cheeks and the tears now dripping down the sides of his face. His beautiful heart shaped smile stretching his lips as he kicked and squealed helplessly.

Then he went in for the kill. “Tickle, tickle, tickle Hannie hyung~” He taunted, drawing attention to himself and delighting in the way Hannie’s crescent shaped eyes followed his hands with a kind of desperation. “NohoHOHOhoho!! Stahahay awahahay frohom thehehere!!”

He then brought his wiggling fingers to hover just millimeters over the lee’s belly, loving the way Hannie tried to suck in his stomach, only for it to spasm with his laughter.

His skin would brush Innie’s fingers and flinch away only for the maknae to move his hands to another spot and repeat it.

“Ihihihihie youhuhuhu’re ahahan ahahahass!” He whined through his giggles after the maknae switched spots for the third time, teasing him relentlessly. That was when the youngest struck. Not his belly? Then that’s exactly where he would aim.

Just when Han threw his head back in frustration, Innie’s hands found the skin of his belly, using all ten fingers to vibrate into the spot.

“ACK! NOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHODS IHIHI SAHAID NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He screeched, laughter loud and high pitched. He gasped and squealed and kicked and twisted but there was no escape. He was here, pinned down and he would have to take it.

Han felt like he was losing his mind, the tingly sensations taking over nerve and thought of his and filling his brain with how much everything tickled.

After a minute of non stop tickling, Hannie was like putty in their hands, his limbs like jelly, no strength left in them to even squirm anymore. His laughter began to die down, wheezes punctuating every sound until the trio let him go.

“What a mess you’ve become,” Minho huffed out a laugh at his state— hair and clothes messed up beyond saving and tear tracks lining the sides of his face.

Chan handed him a bottle of water that he gulped down hurriedly and Innie wiped his flushed face carefully. “Youhuhu guhuys are insahane… We should definitely make the rest of them suffer too!” He grinned.

With immediate agreement from the other three as well, that is exactly what they did. But for now, Hannie would be getting his well deserved cuddle time to recover from his own tickle attack.

[shadowwolfsage]

Since his teammates bit him when he was sleeping, time for Jaune to return the favor. Not as payback, but because there must be a reason they did that. How they react will be fun.

The Discovery

Jaune and Ruby were in the library doing research for a history project from Professor (DOCTOR!) Ooobleck.

Jaune: hmm *looks from his book to Ruby

Ruby: *not looking up from her book* you find something Jaune?

Jaune: *noms on Ruby's neck* Nah, just figured something out. *leaves a bluescreened Ruby behind*

In the Gym

Jaune: I figured you'd be here *walks up to Yang*

Yang: 'Sup Vomit Boy? You here to join me for a few reps? Maybe upgrade from "Noodle" to "Not quite as Noodley"?

Jaune: *waits for her to finish her set* Nope just came to check on you. Oh, and this *Chomps on shoulder* see ya later Yang *leaves before Yang can reboot*

In the Dorm

Nora: *Doomscrolling when she notices Jaune enter* Hey Fearless Leader, anything interesting happen today?

Jaune: *sits on the bed and pulls Nora into his lap for some totally platonic cuddles* Not really, did some research with Ruby, did you know you three are probably descended from Faunus in the last four generations?

Nora: No? How do you figure?

Jaune: *Om Nom Noms and leaves a hickey* just an educated guess.

Back in the library

Book: ...and while physical Faunus traits aren't always inherited, certain instinctual behaviors tend to last through a few generations before being weakened by the less "nature-tuned", but still present human instincts. For lack of better terms, Faunus tend to show habits found more common among the animal kingdom, an example being a tendency to "mark" anyone they wish to become their "mate". While this is often done by giving the other party something of their's to wear, biting is also rather common, and is believed to be where humans get the instinct to give hickeys.

Not sure I like the way the book part came out but basically, in this universe the human tendency to leave hickeys is a remnant of animal instinct, and since faunus are much more in-tune with their instincts, they bite and otherwise mark their significant other's more often. This instinct is more prominent in faunus descendants for only a few generations before the faunus genes are too weak to influence behavior.

[emilsendo]

YAMAGISHI KAZUSHI X MALE VOLLEYBALL PLAYER READER!

Type: fluff

Warnings: broken fingers(reader), swearing, Kazushi is a fool in love, panic, etc

Request: nope

Author Note: I LOVE this guy, I can’t stand why there is almost none of works with him 🧍‍♂️

INTRO

Yamagishi and you have been a couple for 2 months now, he is VERY proud of you and brags about you at every turn, especially Makoto, who pretends that being alone doesn't bother him (it does, it pisses him off). One day he took his Mizo Mid Gang buddies to one of your matches. Everything was going perfectly until a powerful serve from the opponent literally broke your fingers. (Poor Yamagishi almost had heart attack)

"So your boyfriend isn't a porn chick? Surprising." Said none other than Makoto, his hands in his pockets as he walked right behind the bespectacled guy who was leading his friends to the gym where the match was to take place.

"Ha!? I've said more than once that I'm in an awesome relationship. It's not my fault that stupidity is deafening your ears, idiot!" the brown-haired man replied defensively, his expression filled with determination. To which Akkun, Takuya, and Takemichi chuckled. They already knew that the boy was head over heels in love with you.

Once there, Kazushi showed them the spot where he usually sits at your games. As fate would have it, that particular corner was empty, as if it was meant just for them. "Wow, this is the first time we've been somewhere on time. You're really committed, Gishi." Akkun joked, patting his friend on the shoulder once they had each taken their seats. The boy with red glasses smirks proudly at the compliment, not at all ashamed of his feelings.

The moment the players entered the court, his gaze wandered in search of you. When he spotted you, he immediately began waving in your direction, wearing the smile of a fool in love. Unable to hide your joy, you waved back with a small wink that almost made the teenager faint. (Forgive him, the poor guy is not used to it)

The rest of the audience started cheering and clapping for the players. "YOU GET IT!! YOU'RE THE BEST!" Yamagishi shouted, jumping up and down, then did a little pirouette, pointing to his back where your team's name was written on his jacket. While Takemichi and the others quietly judged him for being probably the loudest spectator on the court.

"You'll see! My guy will make your jaw drop!" Yamagishi said confidently after he sat back down in the seat, gesturing with his hands. To which Akkun rolled his eyes playfully and said "Yeah yeah, we know... He's the best of the best, basically premium class."

"Damnn, he didn't lie....Y/N is hella cool in this shit!" Takemichi said in awe, as he watched along with everyone else as you blocked one ball after another. Even if in some situations it looked like blocking was impossible.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend kept pretending to be a cheerleader in the stands, cheering you on with all his being. Not caring about the shame of the people watching him, who probably wouldn't let him live after this match.

The moment the serve fell on the opposing team's leader, the room froze. The guy was massive and had been praised by others in the school newspapers many times. After a while, there was a bang, the ball was flying straight at you, there was nothing left for you to do except try to block. You jumped up, focused, your fingers steady and stiff, although, not made of stone to remain intact after this powerful enemy serve.

In addition to the sound of an opponent's attack being blocked and the ball hitting the ground, much to the delight of your team, there was also another sound heard... Cracking.

You sucked in a painful intake of breath and your expression twisted 180° in pain.

Seeing how Y/N blocks the ball and his fingers bend unnaturally, Yamagishi goes feral. He practically jumps over the barrier, ready to storm the court, until security stops him. He’s shouting, “THAT’S NOT NORMAL, RIGHT? THAT’S NOT NORMAL—SOMEONE HELP HIM!”

"Yamagishi! You should no-..."

"STFU! MY MAN IS HURT, HOW SHOULD I NOT ACT LIKE A LUNATIC!?"

"...Jeez."

Overprotective Boyfriend Instincts Activate

– Once Y/N is taken to the medical area, Yamagishi is glued to his side. He hovers, asks a million questions, and scolds Y/N for not dodging (even though that’s not how volleyball works). The nurses have to tell him to calm down multiple times. Yamagishi will definitely pout about it later. “See? If you just let me wrap you in bubble wrap like I suggested—” He pretends to be mad, but it’s just because he hates seeing Y/N in pain.

After Y/N got his fingers treated, he helps with everything. He insists on carrying Y/N’s bag, tying his shoes, and even spoon-feeding him if needed. “You could use your other hand, but why struggle when you have me?”

He tells everyone, “Yeah, my boyfriend is so badass, he broke his fingers stopping a spike that could have killed a man.” But when he’s alone with Y/N, he’s all, “Please don’t do that again, my heart can’t take it.”

Since Y/N’s dominant hand is injured, Yamagishi sees this as an opportunity to stick even closer. He insists on walking him to school, carrying his books, and even attempts (poorly) to help with homework.

This guy will text Y/N at 3 AM: "Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need me to fight someone?" He won’t admit it, but he definitely lost sleep over this.

Every time Y/N winces in pain, Yamagishi dramatically kisses his injured fingers, claiming, “Medical science can’t beat my love.” (Spoiler: it doesn’t heal anything, but Y/N appreciates it anyway.)

When Y/N starts rehab, Yamagishi is torn between supporting him and wanting to wrap him in cotton forever. “You better ease into it, or I swear I’ll hide your kneepads so you can’t play.”

At the end of the day, Yamagishi is equal parts dramatic, worried, and ridiculously in love. He just wants his boyfriend safe—but he also thinks you're the coolest person on earth for your dedication to volleyball.

[cleovee]

+　๋࣭ ✴︎ Flash Drive

KEI TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader

Summary: A photography enthusiast forgets their flash drive at the lab, filled with photos they shouldn't have taken. Tsukishima Kei finds it and threatens to expose them unless they agree to pretend to be in a relationship. Over time, their fake feelings turn real. (Also please help to support my AO3, ty <3)

Warnings: Reader being a stalker, language, blackmailing, grammatical mistakes probably

Notes: This fict is inspired by Lost in The Cloud manhwa omgmgmg, you guys should definitely check it out!!!!!

Click. The sound of your camera went off as you captured a photo of your awesome senior, Sugawara-san, playing soccer on the field in front of your class. You had been admiring him since your first day at this school, he was your mentor for student orientation.

“Cute.” you murmur while looking at the photo you captured, your heart fluttering at the sight of Sugawara’s smile frozen in time.

“You’re such a stalker, you’ll be in a big trouble if you get caught, you know.” your friend Yachi says, smirking at you as she nudges your shoulder playfully. You roll your eyes and gave her a defiant grin. “I don’t care.” you reply, shifting your position to get a better angle to shoot Sugawara-san again. The excitement of capturing the perfect shot makes your pulse quicken.

“Hey, help me out at the volleyball club at 5 PM. Kiyoko-san is absent today.” Yachi says, munching on her food with an air of nonchalance. “Yeah, sure. I’ll study in the lab while waiting.” you respond, your mind already wandering to the photos you’ll edit later.

Later, in the quiet of the lab, you sit ready with your computer. The intention to study is overshadowed by the thrill of transferring your photos. You connect your flash drive, your fingers trembling slightly as you gaze at Sugawara’s handsome face on the screen. Each click brings a new wave of admiration.

“All done!” you say excitedly, your voice echoing softly in the silent room. You pack up your things with a satisfied smile, already anticipating the next opportunity to photograph him. You get up from the lab chair, your steps light as you head to the volleyball court with your bag and camera in hand. Little do you know, in your excitement, you’ve forgotten to turn off the computer and your flash drive is still connected to it. The oversight, unnoticed in your eagerness, sets the stage for the unexpected events to come.

“Yachi, am I late?” you ask, your breath slightly ragged from rushing to the court. “Nope, we’re still waiting for the others.” she replies, glancing up from her attendance sheet. You scan for Sugawara-san’s face among the tall volleyball players, your heart beating faster with anticipation.

“There he is,” you murmur, eyes sparkling upon spotting Sugawara-san next to Daichi-san. Your pulse quickens, and a smile tugs at your lips.

“Hinata… here, Kageyama… here, Tsukishima… eh, where’s Tsukishima?” Yachi asks, her voice echoing in the gym as everyone shakes their heads.

“Tsukishima, the blonde guy with glasses, right? He was studying in the lab earlier,” you say, recalling the fleeting glimpse of him before. The door swings open, and Tsukishima strides in, his tall figure and blond hair unmistakable. “I’m here, sorry I’m late,” he says, placing his bag and headphones aside before joining the practice. Practice begins, and everyone immerses themselves in their activities. You sit on the sidelines, leaning against the wall, eyes drawn to Sugawara-san's every move. He’s graceful and focused, a natural leader on the court.

Suddenly, a loud thud catches your attention. BRUKKK You look over to see Tsukishima sprawled on the ground. Your heart skips a beat as everyone rushes to surround him, their concern palpable.

“I’m fine, no need to worry.” he reassures, brushing off their concerns and returning to the game. Your eyes follow him, noticing an item that has fallen from his pocket and landed right in front of you. A flash drive, identical to yours. You pick it up, frowning. “Hmm weird, it feels just like mine.” you mutter, rubbing the flash drive. Then you see it, a label with your name on it.

‘(Y/N) GRADE 10-C’

OH. MY. GOD. Panic sets in as you remember what you’d done before coming here. Your heart races, a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead. You forgot to take out the flash drive, and you left your computer on. Crap, what if he saw the files?

Great, now your life is over.

After practice, you gather your courage and approach Tsukishima. “Hey, can we talk for a second?” you call out, your voice trembling slightly. He’s walking with his friend, Tadashi, but they stop and turn to face you.

“Can’t you just say it here?” he replies curtly, with that annoying look on his face. You pull the flash drive he dropped from your pocket. “Oh, that. Do you know whose it is? Looks like they forgot to take it,” Tsukishima responds, a sly grin on his face.

“It’s mine, idiot. My name is literally right there,” you snap back, your frustration bubbling over. He whispers something to his friend, which you can’t hear. Tadashi gives you a sympathetic look before leaving, leaving you alone with Tsukishima.

“So, you’re the little stalker, huh?” he smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“It’s for the photography club assignment, nothing else,” you retort, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Oh, really? Then what’s with the folder named ‘Pretty Boy, Suga-san’?” he teases, stepping closer until only a few centimeters separate you. You glare up at him, your height disadvantage making you feel even more vulnerable. “Let me see the flash drive.” he demands. You show it to him, but he suddenly snatches it and holds it above his head.

“Hey, give it back!” you cry, jumping to reach it.

In an unfortunate twist, you trip over Tsukishima’s foot. Luckily, he isn’t weak, so neither of you falls completely. You crash into his chest, and he catches your left hand while still holding the flash drive. His other hand steadies your waist. “Wow wow, watch it.” he complains, his voice softer, letting go of you.

“Well, give me back my flash drive then.” you demand, straightening your uniform and glaring at him.

“I will, but do me a favor first.”

“Huh, why are you so demanding.” you mutter, crossing your arms.

“Well, if you won’t do it, say goodbye to your image then Ms. Stalker.” he threatens, still wearing that annoying smirk.

“No. Please don’t share it, I’ll do anything you want.” you sob, your eyes starting to water. Panicking, you grab Tsukishima's shoulders, pleading desperately. “Wow, chill. I didn’t know you’d freak out like this,” he chuckles, gently prying your hands off his shoulders. “Let’s go on a date for a month.” he adds, his tone flat.

“Stop joking,” you shoot back, annoyed and desperate.

“I’m not joking. If you don’t want to, then whatever,” he shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. You roll your eyes at his smug expression. “Fine, it’s a deal then.”

“Yeah, it’s a deal. See you tomorrow, Ms. Girlfriend.” he says, giving you a wink before walking away, leaving you standing there, trying to process everything that had just happened.

“Damn it, please tell me this is just a dream.” you mutter to yourself, hoping for an escape from this surreal situation.

──────────────────

Weeks has been passed, you and Tsukishima grow closer, and what started as a fake relationship begins to feel real. You start to notice the little things about him – the way he listens intently when you talk, his subtle acts of kindness, and his rare, genuine smiles. As the month of your fake dating arrangement nears its end, you and Tsukishima walk home together after his volleyball practice for what you believe might be the last time. . The streets are quiet, the sky painted with the warm hues of the setting sun. You feel a mix of relief and sadness, knowing that this bizarre yet strangely comforting chapter of your life is about to close.

The silence between you stretches, comfortable yet tinged with an unspoken tension. You steal glances at Tsukishima, wondering if he feels the same way. As you reach a familiar corner, you slow your pace, reluctant to let this moment end. Tsukishima seems to notice, his steps matching yours until you both come to a stop. He turns to face you, his usual cool eyes softened by an unusual intensity in his eyes.

“(Y/N).” he starts, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

“Yeah?” you respond, trying to keep your voice casual despite the fluttering in your chest. He takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “This month… it was supposed to be just a favor, right? A fake relationship to help me out,” You nod, unsure where he’s going with this but afraid to hope.

“But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling fake for me,” he admits, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. “I know we agreed to end this after a month, but… I don’t want it to end.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What are you saying, Tsukishima?”

“I’m saying that I like you, (Y/N). Not just for this month, not just for the sake of our arrangement. I genuinely like you,” he confesses, his voice earnest and a bit vulnerable. “And I want us to be real.” You stare at him, trying to process his words. The cold, aloof Tsukishima is looking at you with a raw honesty that you’ve never seen before.

“Tsukishima…” you whisper.

“Kei.” he corrects softly.

Your own feelings bubbling to the surface. “I like you too. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I was afraid to say anything because I thought it was just part of the deal.” He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. “It’s not part of any deal. I want to be with you, for real.”

You smile, tears of relief and joy welling up in your eyes. “I want that too, Kei.” With a small, relieved smile, Tsukishima leans in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. It’s gentle and sweet, filled with the promise of something real and lasting.

As you pull away, you both smile at each other, the tension of the past month melting away.

“Ah right here, you’ve fulfilled your end of the deal” he says and hands back your glash drive. You take it, “Thanks.” you reply softly with a small giggles.

He looks at you for a moment before speaking again. “Since I’m your boyfriend now, you should delete those Sugawara-san’s photos, okay?” he says.

“I’ll delete them, i guess.” you reply, looking at him playfully. He chuckles, a rare, genuine laugh. “Yeah yeah, now let’s go home.”

“Mhm, let’s go home, Kei.” you agree, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. Walking hand in hand, you both head home, knowing that this is just the beginning of something beautiful.

From that moment on, your relationship with Kei blossoms. The teasing and banter continue, but now it’s filled with affection and understanding. You find comfort in his presence, and he becomes your rock, always there to support you. Your friends notice the change, and they’re happy for you both. Even Tadashi, who has always been supportive, gives you a thumbs-up and a wink.

© MICHAVS 2024, please do not translate or repost my fics without my permission.

[idk6123]

Secret Love Across Cliques (Vance Medici X Male Reader)

Everyone knows Bullworth isn’t the best of schools. Depending on which clique you’re in, you are either loved, hated, or both. It’s very rare for the clique members to interact outside their social circle. However, there are two people who manage to break that barrier: Vance and Y/N.

The greaser and the prep first met during detention, bonding over their shared hatred for Mr. Burton. When they spot each other again, away from their cliques, they decide to hang out, surprised by how well they get along. This odd friendship turns into an attraction, which blossoms into a relationship. Hiding it from the entire school, Vance and Y/N hope they can make it through their school years.

One day, Y/N checks his expensive watch, watching the seconds tick by. While hanging out at the Harrington house alongside his fellow preps, he listens to Derby brag.

“And then I told my daddy, if he wants to take my yacht away, he can—but I’ll tell his wife about his medical problems.” Derby says smugly. “Turns out threatening to expose someone’s medical records is very effective.”

When the time hits 3 PM, Y/N knows he needs to leave. “Sorry, lads, but I need to head out. Got a deal with some nerds to do my homework.”

Derby barely acknowledges him, and the rest of the preps seem equally uninterested. “Fine. See you later. Now, back to the story…”

Leaving the house, Y/N doesn’t head toward school. Instead, he turns left, walking toward the gym. Once inside the empty building, he heads downstairs to the men’s changing room. Entering, he spots his boyfriend leaning against the lockers, a cigarette in hand.

“Hey.”

“Hey, good-looking.” Vance replies with a smile. Y/N walks over to give him a quick peck.

“You ready for our date?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Y/N replies, opening his locker to grab his disguise. Vance stubs out his cigarette and starts pulling out his own disguise.

“You ever think we could go out like normal people?” Y/N asks.

“Nope.” Vance replies casually, changing into his outfit. “Not that this was ever a problem for me.”

“And yet we keep doing it.” Y/N chuckles. “Any guesses how Derby and Johnny would react if they found out?”

“Derby would call me tainted and tell you to be ashamed of yourself. Johnny would definitely hit me.”

“Must suck having a leader who hits you.”

“Better than having a stuck-up snob for one.” Vance shoots back, smirking.

The two joke as they finish changing into casual clothes. Leaving their school outfits in the lockers, they head out together.

-

As rain falls outside, the couple watches droplets slide down the window. Sitting in a cozy diner booth, they enjoy the warmth of the space and their dinner.

“Me and the boys came here once to celebrate Johnny’s birthday.” Vance says, continuing a story. “We had to work extra hard to pay for everything. Turned out, we didn’t even pay for most of his food. You preps should feel lucky you don’t have a Hal in your group.”

“Wasn’t he the heavy guy?” Y/N asks.

Vance chuckles as he eats a slice of pizza. “Heavy is an understatement. Good guy, just bad eating habits.”

Y/N hums, glancing down at his plate of fast food. “I usually don’t eat like this. Dad always says I’ll turn into one of the lower class if I eat junk like this.”

“It’s not that bad.” Vance replies with his mouth full. “Not the healthiest, but life’s too short to treat your body like a temple.”

“You’re going to be a bad influence on me.” Y/N chuckles.

“Just wait until you share some of your preppy habits with me.” Vance teases. “Like wearing overly expensive clothes, pretending you can box, or looking down on others.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” Y/N fires back. “The grudge between our groups goes both ways.”

“Fair.”

As their conversation lulls, Y/N gazes out the window. The streets are nearly deserted, giving the scene a hollow, quiet feel. In the stillness, his mind wanders to his relationship with Vance. He wishes they could be like normal couples—holding hands, kissing in public—but instead, they have to keep everything hidden.

“You ever feel like you want… more than just dating?” Y/N asks, struggling to find the right words.

“Yeah, totally.” Vance replies. “It’s kinda hard, but I’m sure we can think of something.”

Y/N hesitates, then suggests, “We’ve been together for four months. You ever think we could move to the next phase?”

“And that is?”

“Y’know… share the night.”

Vance looks at him seriously, his expression making Y/N flush. “You want to have se—”

“Hey! Not so loud!” Y/N shushes him, glancing around nervously.

Vance smirks. “Fine. ‘Do the deed.’ But you live in Mr. Rich Pants’ house, and I’ve got the tenements.”

Y/N thinks for a moment. “Maybe one of us can sneak in, spend the night, wake up early, and leave without anyone noticing.”

“Sounds doable.” Vance says, shrugging. “The tenements are easy to break into—just leave a window open.”

Y/N frowns. “W-What if I get caught?”

Vance smirks. “Oh? You’re scared?”

“Don’t joke.” Y/N snaps, clearly annoyed. “You’re not the one who’d get beaten up.”

Vance drops his teasing tone and looks at him sympathetically. “If anything happens, I’ll stop them. I care more about you than the greasers.”

Reassured, Y/N hesitates only a moment before reaching across the table to take Vance’s hand.

-

A couple of days later, deep in the night, Y/N sneaks into the tenements in his disguise. Following Vance’s instructions, he climbs onto a dumpster to reach the fire escape. Carefully navigating the rickety metal stairs, he finds the right window and knocks softly. Inside, Vance turns to look, a grin spreading across his face when he sees his partner. He rushes to the window, sliding it open.

“See? You survived.”

“That was the easy part.” Y/N replies as Vance helps him climb inside. Looking around, Y/N takes in the poorly kept room—a mattress on the floor, random mismatched furniture, and an unpleasant smell hanging in the air. His face twists into a slight frown. “You really live here?”

Vance can hear the disdain in Y/N’s voice. “Not everyone has maids cleaning up after them every day.”

“This isn’t about that. It’s just… basic hygiene.” Y/N mutters, visibly uncomfortable.

“You get used to it.” Vance says nonchalantly, shutting the window. He locks it before turning back to his partner. “Door’s locked, so we’ve got the place to ourselves.”

Y/N looks at the mattress skeptically. Walking over, he nudges it with his foot. Despite the room’s state, the mattress doesn’t seem too bad. “So… I guess we hit the hay?”

Vance smirks, walking up behind him. “There’s a lot more to hit than just the hay.”

-

The next morning, the tenements are unusually lively. Most of the greasers are still asleep when Johnny wakes up early, furious after receiving a text from Lola. She’d dumped him and claimed she’d found a new man who treated her better. Boiling with rage, Johnny storms through the halls, slamming on doors to wake everyone up.

“Everyone, get up! It’s another day to beat some scumbags up!” he shouts.

Groans and muffled affirmations come from behind each door as Johnny makes his way through the building. Eventually, he reaches Vance’s door and pounds on it with extra force.

“Wake up!”

Inside the room, Y/N and Vance are jolted awake. Panic sets in as they realize Johnny is at the door. Scrambling, they jump out of bed and begin dressing as quickly as possible.

“What’s wrong, Johnny?” Vance calls out, trying to keep his voice calm despite the panic. He gestures urgently for Y/N to move faster.

“Some poor bastard put his hands on Lola. We’re going to show him what happens!” Johnny growls. He tries the door handle but finds it locked. “Open up!”

“Hurry up!” Vance hisses at Y/N, then calls back to Johnny. “Just a minute!”

“I don’t care if you’re naked. Get out here now!”

As Johnny slams against the door, Y/N pulls on his last piece of clothing and dashes to the window. Vance helps him open it. Just as Y/N starts climbing out, the door bursts open with a loud crack. Johnny freezes, stunned to see a figure slipping out the window.

“Hey! Leave, and I’ll hunt you down!” Johnny shouts. Y/N freezes mid-climb, his face pale. “Come here.”

Reluctantly, Y/N climbs back inside, standing before Johnny. Vance looks on nervously, still half-dressed.

“You’re a prep, aren’t you?” Johnny asks, his voice dangerously calm.

“Y-Yes…” Y/N stammers.

Johnny glares at Vance. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Please, Johnny.” Vance pleads, his voice wavering under the intensity of Johnny’s glare. “I don’t want any drama.”

“Then don’t mess with a prep.” Johnny snaps. “Now talk.”

Vance hesitates before finally admitting, “Y/N and I are a couple. We’ve been trying to keep it a secret.”

Johnny exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If it wasn’t for the Lola situation, I’d have knocked some sense into both of you by now.” He glares at Vance. “You should’ve known better than to mess with one of these posh freaks.”

“Johnny—”

“I’m not dealing with this right now.” Johnny interrupts. “But don’t think for a second that this is over. I need time to figure out what I’m going to do about this. And don’t even think about letting this posh stain settle here.”

With that, Johnny storms out, leaving Y/N and Vance staring at each other, unsure of what will happen next.

-

The next day, Y/N is summoned to an empty classroom on the second floor. Entering cautiously, he flinches upon seeing Johnny sitting on a desk, Derby leaning against the chalkboard, and Vance looking terrified as he sits on another desk.

“I guess you found out.” Y/N says hesitantly.

“None other than this brute.” Derby says, nodding toward Johnny with an expression of disgust. “Now sit.”

Y/N complies, sitting next to Vance. The two teens face their respective leaders, who look equally angry and disappointed.

“To think you’d associate with the likes of them.” Derby spits. “I’m often disappointed, but this takes the cake.”

“For once, I agree.” Johnny growls. He turns to the pair. “Since this is a problem for both of our groups, we’ve got two solutions. Either you break up, or you leave your cliques. Choose.”

The two teens gasp. “We have to choose!?” Vance exclaims.

“This is ridiculous!” Y/N snaps. “Just because you two hate each other doesn’t mean we have to!”

“Oh, I disagree.” Derby says coldly. “It’s only natural for a prep to hate a greaser. To be one is to hold that value. If you don’t, you’re not truly a prep.”

“Could say the same.” Johnny adds, looking furious. “We have standards to uphold.”

“Then why do we have to hold them?” Vance argues. “Hate each other all you want, but we love each other.”

“Don’t say ‘love,’” Derby says with a sneer. “This is nothing more than lust.”

“We’ve been together for four months.” Y/N says. “We’ve had to sneak around just to have a normal date, and we’ve made it work.”

“At least you had the decency to do that.” Derby mutters. “If you hadn’t, our reputations would be ruined.”

“It’s not like we’ve let our relationship interfere with anything.” Vance points out. “We’ve still done what we’re supposed to for the cliques.”

Derby rolls his eyes. “And how long do you think that’ll last? Emotions make people sloppy. It’s only a matter of time before this... whatever this is causes issues for both of us.”

Vance suddenly perks up, an idea forming in his mind. “What if you just pretend you never found out? We’ll keep it a secret. No one else has to know, and it won’t affect the groups.”

“Yeah.” Y/N agrees, desperation creeping into his voice. “We promise we won’t let this get in the way. Please, Derby. I’ve never asked you for anything before. This is the only thing I want. You don’t even have to like it—just don’t have me shunned.”

Johnny scoffs but stays quiet. His glare lingers on Vance, who takes a deep breath and continues.

“Johnny… Y/N is my Lola.” Vance says, his voice wavering slightly. “I’d do anything for him. Please, just let this go.”

Johnny groans, rubbing the back of his neck as he considers it. “Fine. If you can promise me this won’t turn into a problem for the rest of us, I can ignore it. But only if.”

Vance visibly relaxes, and a small smile forms on his face. “Thanks, Johnny.”

Derby looks horrified. “You’re serious? You’re just going to let this slide?”

Johnny shrugs, clearly uncomfortable. “Derby, I’ve got bigger problems right now. And, honestly? I don’t have the energy to deal with this.”

Y/N seizes the moment, turning to Derby. “Please, Derby. I’m not asking—I’m begging.”

Derby narrows his eyes. “Don’t you have any self-respect?”

“Enough to argue with you.” Y/N replies firmly.

Derby lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “I suppose if Pinky can date someone from the lower classes, you can too. But like this brute said, don’t let it affect our status.”

“It won’t.” Y/N promises.

“It better not. I don’t need to list the consequences if it does.” Derby warns. He turns to Johnny. “I suppose I should thank you for bringing this issue to my attention. Don’t get used to me being grateful.”

Johnny grunts, clearly unimpressed. “I never will.”

With that, the two leaders leave the room, their tension still palpable. Vance and Y/N are left alone, the air thick with relief and lingering nerves. They exchange a look before Vance cracks a small, reassuring smile.

“Guess we’ll be fine.” Vance says softly.

“Yeah.” Y/N replies, his smile slowly growing. “I guess we will.”

-

Later that evening, Y/N sits in his bedroom, reflecting on the day. Despite the scare, he feels a sense of pride. He and Vance had stood their ground, and for once, the leaders of their cliques had backed down—however reluctantly.

His phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling him from his thoughts. Picking it up, he sees a text from Vance.

Vance: Can’t stop thinking about how we pulled that off. You’re amazing. Love you.

A warm smile spreads across Y/N’s face as he types a reply.

Y/N: Love you too. Let’s keep proving them wrong.

Y/N sets his phone down and leans back against the pillows, feeling more confident about the future. No matter what challenges come their way, he knows he and Vance can handle it—together.

[vampi3rbl00dlol]

Fandoms I write for:

Note: I mostly like to do one shots or short story’s

Also please add detail to your request and not put in something like “Sora x autistic reader” I just need personality. I can make up the setting though but a name would be nice too (not needed I just hat using y/n if not in first person).

(requests rn)

Dandadan:

Okarun(ken), Momo, and Jiji

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Loz:

link/linked universe, urbosa, Zelda, basically all the sages minus the minor, fierce deity, dark link, Gannon, and Ravio

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

FF7:

Cloud, Sephiroth, Vincent, and Yuffie (I might add more soon)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Kingdom hearts:

Sora, Riku, Kairi, Xemnas, Young Xehanort, Axel (Lea), Roxas, Saïx, Xion, Zexion, Vanitas, and Marluxia  (so far)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Twewy:

Neku, Shiki, Beat, and Sho 

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Persona:

Ren, Shinjiro, Junpei, Makoto, Aigis, Akechi, Futaba, Ann, Yusuke, and Wonder (persona X) (I haven’t played or watched persona 4 yet😅)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Creepy pastas:

Ben drowned, glitchy red, strangled red (Steven), blue tears, insomnia silver, lost silver, puppeteer, candy pop, (basically all the ogs), and x virus 

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Sonic:

Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Blaze, Metal sonic, Espio, infinite, mephiles, rouge, and Whisper

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

SSbu: 

All characters OTHER THEN Captain Falcon, Banjo and Kazooie, Hero, R.O.B, Mr. Game and watch, Ice Climbers, Ness, Villager, Kazuya, Lill Mac, Simon, Ryu, Ken, Richard Diddy kong, Terry, Wolf, and Min Min (bec I don’t know anything about these characters)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Pokémon: 

silver, gold, ash, goh, Clemont, Nate, Cress, Iris, Cynthia, James (team rocket), Caitlin, Grimsley(all the gym leaders basically) Garry, Arlo (team rocket go), (All sun and moon, Sword and shield characters)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Homiciper:

Everyone besides the goat girl and Ms. Nuse

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Soul eater:

Death the kid, Black star, and Crona

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Might add Homestuck, Genshin Impact, and Honkai: Star Rail

                    ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Yes’s:

child reader (only fluff or platonic tho)

Some nsfw (there’s a good chance I might ignore the request depending how I feel)

idc if minors interact or not ( just don’t blame me if u get in trouble 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Some kinks idk tho 

Disorders and disability’s 

All genders (including trans, non bi, gender-fluid, ect)

Lbgtq relationships (this includes some poly relations) 

kuudere, dandere, and Tsundere readers 

Au’s (so like things like Vampier or Apocalypse au or something like that)

Some ships so like Shiki x Neku or Ren x Akechi)

i can do oc now I just realized it’s easier for me to write them

Nope not happening:

yandere

really weird kinks 

Heavy nsfw

Weird ships like Pit x Dark Pit or Xemnas x Sora

Minor x adult is a big no 

Don’t make me do anything I don’t want to 

I don’t have a lot of time on my hands so don’t rush stories or anything 

un detailed requests

[hmshermitcraft]

(Genuinely might not be able to stop myself from sending 2 asks this week) (I love Pokemon a LOT) (Well we'll see)

Gem is furious.

What do you mean they put her as the FIRST GYM LEADER?! She is much, much more powerful than that! (In fact, she should be the champion, not that stupid Joel)

It's a little more bearable though, but only because the second gym leader, Pearl, is nice. She insists that being a grass type trainer is as wonderful as any other type, that just because it has so many weaknesses doesn't mean it's useless. It's wonderful against PEarl's type, water, after all!She even says if she's the first gym leader people take on, that means she'll be a perfect first challenge! She even offers to fight Gem at her full power with her own so that she doesn't get bored fighting at low power all the time!

(She also happens to be really cute)

Alright. Maybe being the first gym leader isn't so bad, as long as Pearl stays the second.

-Robin

Being a gym leader can be a little isolating sometimes, since they need to be near their gym pretty often. So it's nice having a relationship with someone so close by!

And it's fun. They're totally not working together to make sure their gyms will be undefeatable if Joel ever comes around. And totally not working together so they have an excuse to hang out even more. Nope! No way.

[novankenn]

So firstly... I am back. Sorry for being away so long, as I KNOW I have a ton of posts/stories to get back on track with. So to those who do enjoy my content... my apologies. But I'm back and ready to get back into it!

So without further ado...

Temptation rises... Nora seizes the day!

Weiss, Ruby, Nora and Pyrrha had several weeks ago set up a "study group" of sorts, that met up every Saturday. It was an agreement of all of them to assist and mentor each other in that areas they all excelled at.

Weiss led the DUST APPLICATIONS classes; Ruby WEAPON MODIFICATIONS; Nora GENERAL BODY FITNESS; And Pyrrha ... SEMBLANCE CONTROL.

This Saturday was Nora's "class" so the quartet was just entering Beacon's gym when they all stopped cold in their tracks.

Pyrrha/Weiss/Ruby : ....

Nora: YOU GO, FEARLESS LEADER!!! WOO!! SHAKE THAT MONEYMAKER!!!

Jaune: .... IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!

Pyrrha/Weiss/Ruby: ...

Nora: So you were NOT just right now... POLE DANCING?

Jaune: I um... I... I...

Pyrrha/Weiss/Ruby: MINE!!!

The trio all paused as Nora stepped away, taking a spot next to the sweating and out of breath Jaune... as all three of the girls turned to look at one another...

Nora: This is going to be... SO EPIC!!!

Jaune: Nora?

Jaune: HOLY SHI....!!!

Nora: SWEAR JAR!!

Jaune: We have to...

Nora: Nope!

Jaune: We really do have to...

Nora: Nope!

Jaune: Nora! They'll hurt each other! We need to st...!

Nora: NOPE!

Jaune: Nora?

Nora: (moving very close to Jaune) Mama.... likey!

Jaune: ...

Nora: How about we go somewhere quiet... for a PRIVATE show?

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Short

John was halfway through his umpteenth pull-up, muscles taut as steel cables. A few feet away, leaning nonchalantly against the cool metal wall, Linda, Naomi, and Maria-062 watched him with an air of casual scrutiny.

Linda, who had never met a situation she couldn't lighten with a joke, nudged Naomi with her elbow. “See anything different about our fearless leader today?” she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

Naomi squinted at John as if assessing an optical illusion. “Nope, still looks like the stubborn overachiever we know and love. What am I missing?”

“He seems to be... shrinking,” Linda declared with mock gravity, suppressing a snicker.Maria joined in, her smile wicked. “Must be a high gravity day just in his corner of the gym.”

John let go of the pull-up bar and landed softly on the mats, his face already shifting into a grin as he caught their banter. “Keep it up, you three. Jealousy’s a curse,” he shot back, toweling off his brow.

Kelly walked into the gym just then, a bottle of water in one hand. “What’s this? Are we picking on John again? Don’t you know he’s sensitive about his size?”

John arched an eyebrow, leaning against a nearby weight rack. “Sensitive? Me? I thought we’d settled that myth. I’m perfectly content with my statuesque stature.”

“Statuesque? More like garden gnome cute,” Linda teased, her tone as light as air.

“Gnomes are magical creatures, Linda. I’ll take that as a compliment,” John replied, his tone playful but his eyes glancing downward, perhaps a subconscious acknowledgment of his height—or lack thereof.

Naomi chimed in, her voice lilting with amusement. “Oh, we know, John. We just worry you’ll get lost in the tall grass on field missions.”

The group erupted into laughter, even John chuckling along. The banter was sharp but warm, a typical exchange forged in the fires of their shared trials and triumphs.

“Seriously though, John,” Kelly added, stepping forward with a mock-serious look on her face, “you really must let us know your secret. How do you manage to stay so... compact? Is it a special diet? Yoga?”

“Very funny,” John replied, rolling his eyes. “It’s tactical, actually. Smaller target, harder to hit.” Maria nodded sagely. “Ah, so it’s strategic diminutiveness. Got it.”

“Exactly, Maria. While you all are getting clipped by low-hanging branches, I’m sneaking right under,” John said, a playful glint in his eye.

“Sure, John, but remember, it’s the tall Spartans who rescue the cats stuck in trees,” Linda retorted, winking at him.“And who gets the jars from the top shelf?” Naomi added, the twinkle in her eye suggesting she was enjoying the gentle ribbing more than she probably should.

John folded his arms, feigning indignation. “Let's see who reaches for help when it’s time to crawl through vents and rescue the day, huh?”

“That’s our John,” Kelly said, slapping him gently on the back. “Always ready with a comeback. But seriously, if height ever becomes a qualification, I promise we’ll give you a boost.”

“Alright, enough fun at my expense. Who’s up for sparring? I’ve got some pent-up energy to spend, and I feel like taking it out on the lot of you,” John declared, the challenge clear in his voice. “Just watch the low blows,” Linda quipped as they paired off.

[beezonia]

A little airplaneshiping drabble (with the twins as decentish wingmen)

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“Hellloo Emmet!”

The greeting is shouted, Skyla had burst into the Subway Station on her free day. Wanting to share it with the people she called her closest friends.

“Helllooo Skyla! What brings you to here?!”

A pause, where’s Ingo? Usually they’re joint at the hip.

“Hii Ingo!”

A few more seconds of silence.

“Helloo Skyla. What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be up in the air again today?”

She smiles bright. Her hands reach for the tickets in her small satchel that rests on her shoulder.

“I got a free day! Sooo I decided to come visit you guys, Elesa and Burgh have a joint show tonight and I thought it might be fun to go see it.”

The twins stare at her with wide eyes, hopefully they don’t notice her blushing as soon as she mentioned the gym leader of their city.

But if the sniggers between them were saying anything it was that Emmet and Ingo knew about Skyla’s big fat crush on Elesa.

“Sooooo, why don’t you just go yourself? After all you want to see her, make sure to buy her flowers or chocolates she looooves those!”

That’s Emmet, he’s trying to be helpful but god! Skyla didn’t want to bombard her with gifts right after a jam packed show, Elesa gets that enough with her fans!

“Nope, I know she’ll be tired and seeing her childhood friends there is bound to pick up her spirit!”

Emmet “Ohhs” in response to her reasoning, Skyla had not only thought of the future but she’d known Elesa well enough to know what’s a yes or a no after her shows.

“I see, Ingo do you have an idea? If we are to go we’ll need a way to get these two lovebirds alooone~“

Skyla shoves Emmet away from her, embarrassed that her crush was that obvious!

God she’d done everything to keep it in, so why did it come down to Elesa’s childhood friends helping her?

“Maybe causing a ruckus with her fans will help them get out together? As long as no one runs after them I say it’s a verry solid plan!”

That’s an instant no.

Elesa would rather get in the nearest taxi and speed of to wherever she’s staying!

“Sorry Ingo, but that’s slightly and I mean really drastic! Maybe I should just go alone, like you said it’d be an easier route to take.”

The twins nod at Skyla, smiles on their faces. The two of them knew their best friend was in good hands.

And that was all they wanted for Elesa, someone who loved her enough to notice every little detail.

Skyla was the perfect match.

“Thank you for the advice guys! I promise someday soon we’ll get to hang out together again!”

So as Skyla ran off to prepare for the show, the twins bask in the glory of another win.

They were the best wingmen after all!

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“They really said all that! I expected the lovey dovey stuff from Emmet BUT INGO?! Now I have to see him fall in loooveee!”

Skyla smiles at her now girlfriend, it had been a few months now since that day. The twins had given her that courage she needed to ask Elesa out.

God she thanks Emmet and Ingo each and every day.

“I know! I had to shut Ingo down instantly though, his idea was slightly crazy.”

The two of them share a laugh, oh this was bliss.

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I hope you guys like it! Sorry if the twins are ooc (it’s my first time writing them)

but yeah I might make this longer at some point but idk!

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[zoruascanbetrainerstoo]

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[The video begins in the Dragon's Den, with Illanero exiting from the shrine deep within it. Clair is waiting outside.

"That was quick. So you failed? You can try again tomorrow, but I advise that you think long and hard about..." Clair begins, before trailing off, seeing the cape Illanero now donned.

"Nope! I passed!" Illanero says, playing with xyr cape. "And I got this reallyreally cool cape!"

"I..." Clair sighs. "Fine. You win. Take this badge, and get out."

Clair extends a hand, holding the Rising Badge, but Illanero doesn't take it.

"What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted? Your eighth badge, the end of your victory lap?" Clair says. "Don't tell me that you're giving up now."

"You seem reallyreally upset," Illanero says, tilting xyr head. "Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," Clair says. "Simply disappointed that I failed."

"What do you mean?" Illanero asks.

"My duty as Blackthorn gym leader is to teach challengers. If I fight a challenger, and they have learned nothing, like you have, then I have failed. You defeated me easily, and learned nothing," Clair says. "Apparently you already had those values I lectured you on, with how easily you passed this test."

"But I did learn something!" Illanero says. "I learned that I should treat battles with more respect!"

"Is that why you're not taking my badge now?" Clair asks. "Because you don't think you showed me enough respect to earn it?"

"Yesyes!" Illanero says.

"Well," Clair says, smiling a bit "That's enough for me. Go on, take it."

"But I didn't show you respect," Illanero says.

"You just did, by listening to me right now," Clair says. "You've earned this badge, and my respect. So long as you keep treating battles with respect from now on, you are worthy of this badge."

"Thankyou!" Illanero says, and takes the Rising Badge.

The video ends.]

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

Excerpt: Team Building

//a experiment of something, if you will. I’m a writer (at least, mostly fanfics at the moment) and I wanted to see what people would think if I did more novel-esque segments at times, or even instead of video script formats (drabbles basically.)

//if it’s not too much to ask, can anyone who reads lemme know what you think? :D Thank you for reading and (if you’re a follower) staying with me so far!

“What about Worry Seed?”

Lochland sighed, flipping quickly through his latest copies of the Pokedex, biting his pen. “Nope. Shroomish in this region wouldn’t learn it as quickly.”

“Well- maybe Mold Breaker-”

“Doesn’t worry either, we don’t have the right Pokemon.”

“Just catch one, bzzt!”

He closes the book in a bit of a huff, looking up at the Rotom Phone. “And if it doesn’t become a mainstay on my team? I don’t want to catch a Pokemon just to release it for no reason.” He adjusts his glasses. “The bond has to be special.”

His Rotom Phone falls quiet, his interface changing from catalogs of Pokemon and abilities toa single worried digital frown. Lochland immediately feels a bit guilty, sighing as he pulls himself off the bed, taking care not to step on Fang’s tale.

“I don’t- want the solution to be something that’s resolved by catching Pokemon.” He said, pulling a box of snacks out of a cupboard, wincing from the strain on his shoulder. “There comes a point where I have to work with the team I build. Half of it doesn’t work if it’s Pokemon that I don’t get to bond with.”

Roto floats over, hovering over his shoulder as he fills the bowl of chips. “I don’t want to say that you can’t form a bond with them, bzzt, but there may be the fact that after a bit…your team may not work?”

“What do you-?”

The screen shifts to a model of his Pokemon and their stats. “You’re going for a more speedy approach, right? But that only works for two of them, and Garlic hasn’t been very helpful in the past couple of battles, bzzt.”

“He- he hasn’t evolved yet, that’s not-”

“Furthermore, the only real advantage he’d gain is up against the fourth gym leader. You’d still have to get through Iono. And she has four Pokemon, and putting Pave in that fight is-”

“You’re not letting me get a word in, damnit!” Lochland twists around, eyes slit into daggers as he fights back. “There’s a way around that, I’m sure there’s some sort of ground -type or Rock-type move to take care of that!”

“....Or you accept this team isn’t like your first.”

As gentle and sympathetic as the words were, they stung into Lochland’s heart, stomach twisting as if he had been hit with a Twineedle and suffered a status effect. Silence haunted the dorm room for a minute.

“...You’re allowed to try and switch out other Pokemon, you’d be allowed to experiment. You don’t need to get it right the first time. And these are fun battles, bzzt! You don’t need to be a tank or able to dodge attacks. Your life isn’t-”

“In danger.”

Roto moved over, resting his rectangular body against Lochland as a sort of comfort. “Right, bzzt. Maybe you should give different Pokemon a shot and see what clicks. Like that Galarian Challenger- the one who almost made it to the Semi-Finals!”

“….Challenger Hop became a Professor, Roto.”

“Shush.” Roto tried not to show a smile on his screen as Lochland snorted. “Hmm…how about a Pancham? That seems up your alley!” It flickered between Pokemon. “Or a Chansey?”

Lochland looked pensive, before biting on a chip.“….Chansey sounds somewhat fun. Can I get a list of attributes?”

“Of course!”

Roto started to ramble, while Lochland sat in thought.

He supposed his partner had a point. He didn’t really ever get to expand his team beyond the six he used to have. Sure, Bessie’s strength and durability were elements he kept and loved, but that was mainly to make sure that he had something to hide behind while he could heal his own or his team’s injuries. He didn’t have to overthink every move anymore, right?

…He always wanted to use a Riolu….

He’d think about it.