#man I should get back to learning German again

[cosmogyros]

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[esstrellaa123]

Alright. Uh… König. We love him.

Thinking of König who grew up in Austria. Austrians and Germans are notorious for going half and half, right. But he meets you and then all his home training is out the window.

He’s on a mission in America and sees you as he walks past the shops. Suddenly he’s in the mood for a.. cinnamon pretzel? What the fuck are yall eating in the US?

Alright. Anyway. He makes you bump into him, watching as you give him a dirty look, saying he should say excuse me.

“Excuse me?” He questions, not expecting such hostility from someone like you.

“You’re excused.” You say, paying for your pretzel.

Okay. This was not the interaction he was thinking of when he wanted to talk to you.

“… A-all that sugar isn’t good for you.” He says, following you out.

“A-ask me if I care.” You mock, making your way down the street.

“…..” he blinks. Oh my god. American women are fucking cutthroat. Okay. New plan.

“Where are you going?” He asks, catching up to you.

“None of your business.” You respond. Turning into the doors of your local mall.

“Do you have a nice bone in your body?” He asks, following you in.

“No.” You deadpan, heading into the lingerie shop to hopefully deter him.

But he’s been to all types of stores shopping with his sisters. This was nothing.

Upon the realization he wasn’t leaving, you decide to play your cards.

“I wish I could get that. Look at this fucking price…” you mutter to yourself. But you know he heard. It was a pretty set. One he’d love to see you in. He’d get it for you. No need to pay him back :,)

He’s out the store, trailing after you, set in hand as he follows you to the next store. He’s abandoned all duty. He was on rest right now anyway. They wouldn’t miss him. He had to tend to his girl now.

“Fucking prices are crazy.” You mutter again, smelling a perfume.

You’re in another aisle already as he sniffs the perfume. Fruity. He’d get it for you if that meant he could come home to that smell.

He’s twenty five bags in and down 600 dollars by the time he realizes he’s walking you to your car. He sets everything in the trunk, looking at you like he just solved cancer for you.

“….” He looks down at you and you look up at him.

“Let me take you out.” He finally breathes.

“Why?” You ask, standing in front of the drivers door.

“… cause. I’ll be good to you.” He settles on.

You eat dinner at a place you weren’t aware existed in your town, donned in fancy clothing he picked out for you.

He’s unapologetically staring at you the entire time.

You order to your hearts desire, enjoying the princess treatment.

“I. Uhm.” He says, standing at your door, having dropped you off. But he wasn’t done yet. He needed more time with you.

Be mean to him. Please. He didn’t know he liked it, but it sounded sweet coming from your mouth. He just needed to be told what to do and it’d be done.

“May I come in?” He asks finally.

“Why?” You question once again.

“I don’t want sex or anything.. just. Uhm. Please?” He says.

What could go wrong? Inviting a 6’10 military man who could easily bench 5x your weight never went wrong for anyone.

His face is a bright pink under the mask as you show off your clothes, enjoying the fashion show you’re putting on. The clothes he bought you.

You come out of the bathroom, showing off the last outfit. Or what little of it actually covers your body.

“….” He’s never felt better about providing financial support for someone before.

“Thoughts?” You ask, giving a 360.

He’s lapping at your middle before you could even process what was happening. Muttering praises and curses in the language you assume he grew up with. But you don’t think too hard as your eyes roll back, letting him suck and lick you. As desperate as he may be, he’s good at it.

Every twitch is monitored and stored in the database that is his brain. Easily learning your body, wanting to make you feel good.

He doesn’t even think of his own needs, just content on his knees with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

You’re asleep as he finally deals with himself in your bathroom, using your undergarments as a stimulate.

You’re still asleep as he makes breakfast in your kitchen, something hearty so that you’re full for a long time. He sings quietly in German, humming a tune you were unfamiliar with as you pad into the kitchen, draped in his shirt.

“What’re you making?” You ask, coming to his side.

“Breakfast.” He answers, kissing your hand before going back to his task.

You’re too tired to fight for a more sufficient answer, relishing in the smell instead.

Anything you needed or mentioned briefly shows up at your doorstep when he’s on duty.

He properly proposes after about a year of being your personal boy toy. You accept of course, enjoying the thought of waking up to orgasms every time he’s home. Plus he pays the bills and you get to save your money.

You enjoy the music he plays when he gets ready in the morning. The bass is absolutely disgusting and you love it, nodding your head with him as you brush your teeth next to him.

He’s finally fucking content after decades of war. He likes that he can surrender himself to you as you bite, slap, and mark him in bed. You have no problem edging him, or begging for him to be rougher. Whatever you want. He wants what you want. And that’s all he needs. You’re all he needs.

[syntheticsymp]

It's me again, but your writing is so good😔😔

What if reader had a couple barn owls she never told Konig about until one day he goes to her apartment and just sees 3 little barn owls🥺🥺 (it's illegal to keep a barn owl in the US, unfortunately😔😔)

Love, 🌺

this fic is brought to you by the owl outside my place. Also, I recommend demothers-empty-blog because she has some awesome farmer konig stuff if you are interested!! Nice to see you again, flower <33

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Konig didn't know what to think. Staring down at the three little puffs you were struggling to keep from stumbling off. He definitely hadn't been prepared for this when he came to visit you after his deployment.

You looked exhausted, hair every which way and bags starting to form underneath your eyes. It was obvious the fluffy things had been keeping you up for what was probably days now.

And all you could say was, "Please don't tell anyone!"

Koing scoffed. You should know him well enough by now to trust that he would never do such a thing. But he stood straight up as if he were given orders by a superior officer. "Can I help with them?"

One of the little owls had already answered that question for him, letting out strained hoots as it hopped over, unbalanced from the way its wings spread.

He easily picked up the tiny thing, making sure not to stifle its wings or feet. "Where did you even find these guys?"

"Outside, by that park I usually take you to. Their mother hadn't been back, and they were alone for a long time, so I thought I could take care of them," you explained, transfixed by the way he held the bird. It looked so small compared to him, like he could crush it without even thinking.

"Owls rarely abandon their chicks," Konig mused. "But if these were left, the mother was probably not coming back. You did the right thing, Shatz."

"How did you learn all this?" you asked, keeping the babies swaddled close to your chest.

"I was raised on the German countryside," he explained, eyes fixed on the birds as he fixed one's feathers, his giant, calloused fingers becoming gentle. You could tell from the crinkle of his eye that he was smiling behind that mask. "I picked up a thing or two."

Konig had spoken about his home country in passing, but he had never mentioned that. Your boyfriend was definitely filled with surprises. "Do you think they'll be ok to release back into the wild once they're bigger?"

"Ja. But that'll take months." He pet the owl's beak, then poked your nose. "You can bring them to my house, if you want. That way your neighbors won't turn you in."

You couldn't help laughing. Konig was all-too aware of the stand-off you were having with your neighbor down the hall. That old, grouchy man would turn you into the police without a second thought. At least if you moved in with Konig, however temporary, he could scare away the cops. It would also be the excuse he was looking for to get you to live with him.

"I might have to take you up on that, big guy."

[miyaz6ki]

may i ask (politely) for a chuuya x reader where his lover is just like- in the nicest way possible, a mix of a german shepard person and a calico cat. They are just the sweetest person, yet also can get upset if called out or someone insults those close to them (as in full on plotting a murder but is too sweet to actually go through with it) like just a normal day story pls- if they were also a pm member I'd love you to the moon-

─── my only one, moon and sun..

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. the sweetest ever!!!... plus chuuya i guess /j (chuuya x really nice reader

𝜗𝜚 pairings. chuuya x gn!reader

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. HIII I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. ty for sending this in. IM SO SORRY THAT I COULDN'T MAKE READER A PM MEMB I COULDN'T FIND A SILLY NICE CUTE WAY TO WRITE FOR THEM :( i wanted to do like a lil story b4 the actual thing so i'm sorry.. you can say i got a little carried away (i forgot the prompt) follow & rb to support ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

pre-relationship!chuuya who was surprised by how undeniably sweet you were to him. didn't you know how dangerous he was?

pre-relationship!chuuya who had just helped you from a robber who tried to snatch your bag. you were just sweet enough to invite him out for dinner as a thank you

and boy was pre-relationship!chuuya all over the idea. although enamoured by the mere thought of being out with someone who was everything he ever looked for in someone, he kept refusing, not wanting to take up any of your precious time. but you were stubborn, and firmly insisted on taking him out. and god did he like that.

pre-relationship!chuuya who'd already forgotten the meeting he was supposed to attend at 7:00pm sharp. it's already 8 and he's still talking with you. but of course, he didn't wanna make the interest too obvious, but subtle enough to notice.

and finally when you two exit the restaurant, pre-relationship!chuuya's eyes can't help but broaden as you tell him 'thank you'. damn he hasn't heard that in forever. awkwardly had to look away, gosh this was the first- no it wasn't even a damn date! and his face was already dusted with pink.

"look it's fine.. really it is.. it's what any good person would've done seeing your situation." ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! "but i still want to say it. i still want to tell you thank you. not many people are good nowadays, you know." (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )

although before pre-relationship!chuuya didn't wanna make it obvious, definitely wanted another dinner like this with you.

"...say how about i walk you home? the least i could do after dinner. wouldn't want your purse/bag to get stolen again do we?" (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ a brief chuckle from you, and a smile forms. damn is it just him or were you just smiling at him? "sure! chuuya right?" "y-yeah! yeah! yes!"

safe to say that wouldn't be the last time pre-relationship!chuuya walked you home. he'd make sure it wasn't at least.

boyfriend!chuuya who suddenly had the need to let you spend all his money. even if you refused. that's so honestly why he fell for you in the first place.

boyfriend!chuuya who followed you into any store you went to, card in hand, and suggested to buy anything you picked up.

boyfriend!chuuya who was minding his own business while accompanying you to the cute little fruit mugs over there 'till two rude girls who were suddenly arriving in the same aisle as you both were in

"oh my gosh.. no way that girl is going out with a man so small.." "yeah literally.. i would never have said yes. can't believe there are actually women that prefer men below 6ft!"

boyfriend!chuuya's whose eyes twitched hearing what they'd just said, but then decided not to mind them. if he'd learned anything from you, he wouldn't say anything back.

but you never said you wouldn't talk back.

"what do you mean? he's nicer than your deadbeat father for sure."

the two girls gave a look of disgust but quickly left. and your expression, well more like your demeanor changed as they did.

"we should get the banana and strawberry ones, right? let's match!" "huh? oh yeah sure."

boyfriend!chuuya is still stunned from what you said, but ended up just muttering an "yeah sure" before you both paid and left the store.

boyfriend!chuuya who asked why did you defend him, even when you weren't trashtalked about, after you both left and got ice cream.

"well we're partners now right? no one should talk about you like that. besides, you aren't that short." ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- "of course i am not!!" ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

boyfriend!chuuya who loves it so much when you defend him after that interaction. you aren't afraid to assert yourself to others. you aren't afraid to tell them something bad in return. and damn was it hot to see how you looked confronting anyone who had insulted either of you two.

boyfriend!chuuya who's so in love with you what a silly little guy

GN ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN FOR BSD..! i hope this was somewhat coordinated with the prompt dear anon

[harleykeeners]

romantic homicide

Chigiri misses who Kunigami used to be, however he won’t dismiss who he is now. The muscle freak that returned from the Wild Card that left him speechless, rendered Chigiri frozen and forced him to re-evaluate why the sight wounded him so much. He just wants his hero back.

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They had fallen into an awkward silence. It was late, and Chigiri was getting ready to work on his leg that was cramping up after the match against Bastard München, when he noticed Kunigami was getting a few extra sets in. Chigiri has requested to visit the German stadium to spend more time with Isagi and learn what he could, he hadn’t expected to run into Kunigami off the field. They haven’t spoken one-on-one since the second selection, but something about the hero has changed. Everyone sensed it the moment he walked through. The Wild Card, Ego called him. There was nothing Wild about him in Chigiri’s eyes, just a hollow shell of someone he knew. If anything, he was more like the Joker in Chigiri’s eyes, because that's what he saw. A joke Renuske Kunigami would have put in his place on the first day. 

More under cut

“Kunigami, what happened in the Wild Card round?’ Chigiri whispers softly, looking through his locks at Kunigami. He’s settled on the gym floor, some feets away from Kunigami who is cleaning up. Bachira and Isagi had just gone back to the dining room in their respective stadiums, but Chigiri stayed behind.

“Why do you want to know? To get ahead? I don’t need to tell you shit,” Kunigami barks back, rolling his shoulders as he dabs off the sweat with a towel. The gym is dark, given that it’s late and everyone was told to get some rest before their next match in the Neo Egoist League. 

The statement is cold and not something the hero would have ever said before. It wounds Chigiri, to think that Kunigami perceives him as some selfish bastard. He can understand it for Barou, Rin, and maybe even Isagi. But himself? Chigiri doesn’t think he's that selfish. As the thought crosses his mind, he pauses. 

No, he is. It’s Blue Lock, they are all selfish bastards. But Chigiri isn’t cruel.

“To get ahead? That’s not who I am, I don’t care about that when I ask-”

“You should,” it's sharp and cutting. By this point, Kunigami has finished getting cleaned in the gym. Whipping down the equipment and completing his stretching, he looks down at Chigiri on the floor with his mat. Before the second selection, Kunigami would offer to help Chigiri, at the minimum sit next to him. They would talk, complain, or just sit in silence. They would exist together. 

He remains standing above him. Looking down at him, like he was beneath him. 

“Isagi told me about the Bastard München placement training, how they determined the starters and collected data,” he says, rolling out his calf first. Chigiri is staring at the ground, focusing on making sure the mat does not slip from beneath him. He knows Kunigami is still there. Whatever Ego put him through, surely didn’t change that much at least. He hopes.

“Told me you placed 3rd, outperformed one of the starters,” he continued. “I’m asking you again, what happened during the Wild Card round?” Pulling his hair back, he looks up at Kunigami. 

His face is hardened, his eyes are darkened, and his eye bags have never looked worse. He looks like a corpse of his former self, only evolved in every physical aspect. A fallen angel, Chigiri thinks best describes him. Fallen from grace and had his own nature weaponized against him. He can’t really blame him, Blue Lock is a dog-eat-dog world. Kunigami did what he had to do in order to keep his dream in tack. 

Chigiri just wished his dream didn't have to die in the process. His dream of Kunigami, of the man he was. He looked up to him, truly. Even when he would stay quiet and in his own world, he would always tune in whenever Isagi and Kunigami spoke. The way he maintained himself, conducted his behavior, and believed in fairness. It was admirable, especially in Blue Lock.   

With a click of his tongue, Kunigami concludes this entire conversation is beneath him. He gathers his water bottle and begins to head out when he stops in his tracks. 

“You completely ghosted me after the second selection. What happened to you?” It's a desperate plea, one he's never heard from Chigiri. The speedster was never the type to beg, so the sorrow in his voice struck something in Kunigami. Turning on his heel, he meets Chigiri’s eyes, and sees the aching in them. 

Renuske Kunigami has changed. He is not the same man he was when he arrived at Blue Lock. “I did what I had to do in order to survive. Now piss off,” he bites as he turns to leave. 

“Oh fuck off,” Chigiri finally snaps, sick of it. “I’m so tired of your attitude of being above everyone else. Tough shit, you're still here, huh? You don’t just get to sit there and ignore me like we weren’t…” The words die on his tongue because what were they? It was something Chigiri never quite figured out. Yes, he knew what he wanted them to be, but your dreams are vastly different from reality. Blue Lock taught him that. 

“Weren’t what?” Kunigami asks, still by the door, gripping onto the frame, but not looking back at Chigiri. That seemed to strike a chord in him, and Chigiri had a shimmer of hope left. 

“You know what…” he sighs, continuing to roll out his leg. This was not the way he wanted the conversation to go, especially not with the cameras he knew were recording. Realistically, this wouldn't be shown, but Chigiri has stopped trying to understand Ego’s methods. 

“Don’t know the fuck you’re talking about,” its quiet and a growl as Kunigami pulls the door open to leave.

“Rensuke,” by this point, Chigiri is standing. Giving up on his leg, he looks at Kunigami’s back, willing him to look back at him. “I told you I’d be waiting for you, and you still haven’t come back.”

“I’m fucking here, ain’t I?” Maybe it was the usage of his name, but Kunigami turns around and properly faces Chigiri now. “No, you’re not. I don’t recognize who is in front of me.” 

“Are you fucking blind? I don’t have time for this shit,” No, no. Chigiri refuses to let this conversation end. He’s spent so long in despair after seeing Shindou arrive and not Kunigami, he spent so long regretting his actions in the second selection that lead to him getting picked over Kunigami. He’s been tearing himself apart inside, battling from joy that he’s still standing in Blue Lock, and anguished Kunigami isn’t next to him. 

“In the back of my mind, I felt like I killed you… getting chosen.”

“Piss off, you weren’t responsible for my fate. I was weak, pathetic, and naive. I wasn’t going to make it in that state. I needed to change.”  That’s the most Kunigami has said to him since his return. It’s heartbreaking hearing him speak about himself, and Chigiri won’t stand for it. 

“I hate who I see in front of me,” he starts. “Yes, you’ve improved so much physically. You’re fucking ambidexterious now, wonderful! But Kunigami, you haven’t spoken to me since you came back. I’m so fucking sit of waiting patiently for someone that won’t even arrive at this point! What happened to the hero that was so righteous and fair? You evolved? Killed him?” 

He doesn’t realize when he walked over to Kunigami nor when he grabbed onto his shirt. He feels his hands shaking as they cling to the fabric, his voice following suit. 

“Fuck, I miss you,” it pains him to admit it, but it hurts so much more to not have Kunigami in his life. “I miss us, Rensuke,” Chigiri begs and maybe it's because it’s late or just the fact that it's Chigiri, does Kunigami turn to face him. 

There’s something shifting in the hero’s eyes, a glint of a light, and then in a moment, Kunigami collapses.

“I can’t keep doing this anymore…” with a sigh, he’s turning to leave. Something Chigiri said must have gotten to him, something must have broken through, and Chigiri has to follow. 

However, the sudden movement shocks and locks up his leg, dragging him back to the ground. 

“Chigiri! Are you okay?” On instinct, Kunigmai turns back to hold Chigiri. He’s crouched down next to him and is eyeing his leg with concern. 

“There you are,” it’s a breath Chigiri lets out, upon reflex once Rensuke touches his leg. His hands are calloused, more than he recalls. However, they’re gentle on his leg, tender. Kunigami holds his leg like he’s afraid he’ll break it. It should piss off Chigiri, he’s not some damsel in distress, but right now, he lets that feeling disappear. 

“Hi,” it's a soft breath that comes from Chigiri’s breath, and the tenderness of his tone brings a smile to Kunigami’s face. He releases his legs, and brushes Chigiri’s hair behind his ears. The action was so tender, something he used to do the first few days at Blue Lock. Something that makes Chigiri’s heart swell.

“What happened to you?” Chigiri turns his head so it’s in Kunigami’s hand, holding his face. The facade Kunigami has put up is starting to crack, and the question makes him turn away, but still holds Chigiri. “Look at me, please.” 

“You don’t wanna know,” Kunigmai says, but this time any edge to his voice is lost. It’s a genuine plea, and Chigiri isn’t cruel, he knows when to stop pushing. “Here, let me help with your leg. You haven’t gone through your stretching, right?” Of course Kunigami would have noticed. The minute Chigiri walked into the gym, Kunigami made a silent note of watching him. 

Because Resnuke Kunigami hasn’t changed. He’s the same man, but his bark is reactive to the Wild Card. He learned quickly that if he’s cruel and dismissive, similar to Rin, then others will leave him alone. Being an asshole and pushing others away gave him room to breathe after the round. If no one tried to speak to him, no one would try to ask. He didn’t want to remember, he didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to be asked about it.

But that was the thing that initially peaked his interest about Hyoma Chigiri, he was always surprised. From his speed on the field, his regard in his appearance, and his ability to catch Kunigmai off guard, he liked it. 

He liked Chigiri. Kunigami was man enough to admit that. He’s missed him, he’s missed talking to him after practice, sharing laughs with him, rolling out his leg, and brushing his hair. Fuck, he’s missed him so much. 

“What…were we?” Chigiri asks, always the bold one. Kunigmai runs his thumbs along his cheek bone, memorizing his face again. He’s missed holding his face, being close enough to share breaths. 

“I… I’m not sure. I know what I wanted us to be.,” Kunigami boldly says, hushed as he uses one of his hands to massage Chigiri’s knee. “I know I’ve been a raging dick, but my…” 

He takes a ragged breath in, and finally meets Chigiri’s eyes. Finally, does Chigiri recognize him. “My feelings for you haven’t changed…” 

There’s a bridge between them, one that used to be a mere step in distance and then turned into a mile. However right now, in the dimming lights of the gym, seated on the floor, in the middle of the night, does Chigiri feel that distance closing in. He’s aching for Kunigami, every minute he spent thinking he got eliminated was suffocating. He thought that he had lost him before they had gotten time to explore whatever this was. So, once he saw Kunigami walk back through those doors, he vowed he wouldn’t let him slip through his fingers again. However, the Kunigami that came back wasn’t the same, at least not on the outside. But right now, the Kunigami holding his face like he’s precious, is his Kunigami. 

“Hyoma,” Kunigami just whispers his name, and suddenly both of their lips close the distance between them. Cradling his face, Kunigami runs a finger along Chigiri’s lips, brushing his hair behind his ears. Reflectively, Hyoma clings to Rensuke. He brings his hands up to rest on his shoulders, much wider than he remembered, but firm nonetheless. Rensuke’s hand on Hyoma’s knees makes comforting circles around it, massaging it gently to relieve some of the tension. The action is so kind, that Hyoma cries into the kiss, quickly consumed by Rensuke’s tongue. The hand on his knee travels up to his thigh, providing a grounding squeeze and tracing imaginary shapes. 

The bridge between them is closed, evident in how they are one on the gym floor. They couldn't care less about the cameras in the facilities, it was the last thing on their mind. Right now, they were killing the space between them. Hyoma was killing the facade Kunigami brought back, and was pulling Rensuke back to the forefront. As the facade crumbled, the kiss became evidence of the man Hyoma knew Rensuke to be: delicate, gentle, and tender. There is no battle for dominance, no roughness or bitting, just a desperate need to connect. 

At some point, the hand on Hyoma’s thigh makes it up to his waist, and soon he feels his back hit the floor. It’s not rough, the hand on his face cradles the impact and he allows himself to hold the back of Rensuke’s neck. The hand on his waist continues to trace shapes on it, slipping underneath his shirt. It’s still so gentle, it makes Hyoma whine. This is the Rensuke he remembers, this is the one he wants. Not the beast that came back, ripped and lacking empathy. No, but the one that is gentle, loving, and holding him on the ground and kissing him with a reverence Hyoma has never experienced. 

He’s a gentleman, Hyoma notices. And he tastes like tangerines. 

“I’m happy you’re back,” he pulls apart to tell Rensuke. 

“I never left you,” Rensuke tells him, capturing his lips once more.

[natirae]

Untitled Konig x OC (lightly, could be x reader)

Lilia

He won’t stop staring. It’s been ten minutes and he’s still staring. My head tilts as I watch him in my peripheral vision. I try listening to my friend, but their conversation has been lost. Between his eyes and the club’s loud environment, I can’t concentrate. Maybe he’s zoned out. Maybe that’s why he’s been staring at me like he hasn’t eaten in ages. Has anyone taught Germans that it’s not polite to stare? I attempt to piece together the story my friend was telling, but it’s already too late. Mila laughs as she finishes talking, and I laugh along like my skin isn’t covered in goosebumps.Pretending like there’s not a large–no– giant man watching me from across the club. I take a deep breath before sipping on the cocktail in my hand. Mila, Ollie, and Sofie eventually decide it’s time to dance. They take their final sips of their drinks before slipping away into the crowd. I wish I could be as free-spirited as they are. I watch in awe as their bodies freely move to the beat of the song. Strobe lights shine on them, providing the attention they always seem to grab. I’m sure by tonight I’ll once again be the only one going back to the hostel. Coming to Germany has been a blast, but I’m sure it would be more fun if I could just let loose. Yet no matter how hard I try, my body just freezes up. My breathing picks up, and I play with my necklace as I watch my friends jump and dance around without a care in the world. I can’t even get my body to move like that when I’m alone. It feels wrong. Like, I’m not meant to feel sexy. They gave up a while ago, attempting to convince me to dance around with them. Somehow, I managed to get them to agree to one term: I go to clubs with them IF I’m never pulled out to dance. It was simple. I love these environments, but I don’t fit in. I was put on this earth to just be. Just a background character in others' stories. I’m not meant to be important, and I’ve accepted that. I’ve learned from a young age that my job is to provide comfort to others. I couldn’t even tell you the last time someone comforted me. My trance is broken by the same man staring me down. He’s definitely not zoned out. That I can confirm by the way his eyes follow me as I walk to the bar for another drink. I quickly ask the bartender for another drink before looking behind me at my friends. I smile as I notice Mila dragging a man deep into the dance floor. She’s always been a go-getter. I’m surprised it even took her this long to find her target. I turn my head back around once I feel the warmth of someone next to me. Out of my peripheral vision, I can only see a wide arm. My eyes trail up till they land on the man who was staring at me. Okay, his parents definitely didn’t teach him any manners. I step to my left once before my eyes reach his face, and what do you know it’s the man that was staring at me and Jesus fuck he’s tall. His eyes stare straight ahead, staring at the back of the bar, and his body is stiff. His skin is pale with a small scar behind his ear that trails up into his buzzed hair.

His face is strong, much like his arms and the rest of him. He has a nice layer of fat over his muscles that helps him appear much larger. Must be in the military. Noticing the bartender coming up, I take my eyes off of him and thank them for my drink. “Danke Schön,” I mutter before taking my drink. Out of the corner of my eye, the man somehow stands straighter. Did that shock him? I take a sip as my mind runs about how tall he is. He’s gotta be at least 6’5, and that's lowballing. I’m quite tall for a girl, so seeing a man this size is insane. I should ask him how tall he is… 

Don’t do that, Lilia, I tell myself, but if I always listen to that side of me, how else would I stop the curiosity? “So, how tall are you?” I shout over the crowd. I cover my drink with my hand before turning my body towards him. His face contorts into that of a sad puppy. His eyes widen, but he doesn't even turn my way. Maybe he doesn’t speak English. “Wie groß bist du?" I ask again. His eyes quickly darted over towards me before going back behind the bar. I smile slightly, hoping it eases his stress before turning back and looking down at my drink. “Ich bin 177 cm groß!” I shout towards him, still looking at my drink. Well, if he were a kidnapper, he definitely wouldn’t look this scared to talk to me. I can’t possibly be intimidating in Germany, too. 

The man next to me takes a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, “Ich bin 200-centimeter groß,” He says back, not even having to shout that loudly, his voice is just that deep. He knocks his knuckles against the bar top, and not even a minute later, a clear shot is placed in front of him. He knocks it back without even a look of disgust on his face. Okay…now maybe I shouldn’t have talked to him. He must be a regular, and I’m not sure being a regular at a club is a good thing. I nod my head to let him know that I heard him before rushing back to the small table my friends and I were at. When I look back up, the man is gone. Did he leave? I scan around me, expecting to find his eyes on me, but he’s nowhere to be found.

 I take another sip of my drink as I notice Ollie is nowhere to be found. There goes one. Oh, and Sofie seems to have a bit of a toy on her side. God, I hate alcohol. If it wasn’t for the loud music or my ability to disassociate, I would have never come here, but alas, the loud music and dark atmosphere tickle me just right. My eyes zone in on this perfect couple. Their body moving left and right, up and down, just getting lost in each other. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. One day, I tell myself, one day I will love myself and my body enough to feel free and sexy like that. Men will flock to me. I’ll be pretty. My eyes zone in on another couple, the lady’s back to the man as she grinds back on him. His hand on her waist holding her to him as he rocks his body back. His head leans down into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. Suddenly, I’m her. I feel his breath and his hard body behind me. His manly hand holding my waist, guiding me to grind on him. My breathing picks up, and I feel nauseous. Come on. Get a hold of yourself.  I close my eyes again and take another deep breath. Baby steps, I tell myself. Looking down at my drink I attempt to battle off the thoughts. 

You’ll never be like them. 

Stop trying so hard. 

Freak, god, how sheltered were you? 

I’m literally across the world, but their voices still ring in my ears. Slut. I can hear my mom’s voice right now.  “Do you want to be sex trafficked?” I remember her saying to me. Right, that's why I don’t do these things, because somehow I will be caught. I’m 21. Twenty fucking one and I’m still scared of getting in trouble or ridiculed by my family. They will know. They always do. So instead of dancing, I will sit here and watch my friends, who are actually all gone, great. I down the rest of my drink and start heading back to the hostel. Great girls' night for me…

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 On my way back to the hostel, I cross a beautiful bridge covered with hanging locks from lovers to families and anyone in between. I run my fingers across the locks, feeling the bumps every time I hit a new one. I gotta come here and place a lock before I leave - but I don’t want to leave, I tell myself. There’s a slight breeze in the night air, leaving the hairs on my arms to stand up. I really don’t want to go back. It’s small and smelly, and I’m alone. What if something bad happens? What if someone there is dangerous? I stop in my tracks, forcing myself to reset my brain. I sound fucking crazy.

I turn towards the fencing and watch the lights follow the edge of the river, my hair picking up every time a car passes behind me. I should just stay here. I already fought tooth and nail to come here. What if I just ran away? Transferred schools and stayed here. Would I be able to survive? Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and imagine myself living here. Maybe I’d live in an apartment or a cozy little cottage. Perhaps I’d finally get that cat I’ve always wanted. Who am I kidding? That will never happen because miracles aren’t real. I’ll never get to live that dream I want. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a tall, shadowy figure coming my way. Probably just another person on their way home, but as the figure comes closer, it looks familiar. The tall, quiet man from the bar. Did he follow me? I turn my head, eyeing him down. He’s coming straight towards me, but nothing in my gut is telling me I should be scared. He looks shy. He’s slouching almost like he’s trying to make himself smaller. As if that was possible. He has to be the tallest man I’ve ever seen. His eyes are now downcast as I watch him come towards me. He’s closer now, and it’s like I’ve forgotten how much bigger he is than I. 

He stops and turns towards the river next to me. I follow his lead and do the same. For the next 30 minutes, the two of us just stood there and watched the cars trail along the river, the moon shine, and felt the breeze of the cars passing behind us. It was nice. Getting lost in the view, I don’t even notice that he left. I’m alone again, and I head back to the hostel.

[remmicks-bloodbag]

Hypnosis

summary: You are a medic König's best friend and he's hypnotized by her.

Warnings: confession, smut, slight size kink, biting, marking, google translate German, I headcanon that König has a tongue piercing and more but I'll get into that later, is not proofread, p in v, cumplay, reader can understand german

authors note: @nuhteyam as soon as you left the request I started working on it knowing I had to be up in 4 hours. I saw your profile and I went with your pronouns. I hope you like it. This is based on a sleep token song. This is not proofread at all so if there is a mistake I'll go back and fix it later.

MDNI 18+

You and König have been friends for 7 years. It started off as you just wanting to learn German then you both enjoyed each other's company. You were his nurse in the field and on base and he made it known. All his appointments were with you—even his little pop-up visits. It was late and you just finished cleaning the last rooms for the nurses. Once mopping the last room you locked up making your way to your room for a shower. The smell of antiseptic was still lingering. You smelled of it and it was another reason to take a shower.

You were a combat medic your time split between fighting and helping your squad or helping the nurses here at base. So you should be used to the smell of antiseptics. But no the smell made your skin crawl. Making your way to your door you noticed a familiar figure with their hand raised going to knock on your bedroom door. “König? Are you alright?” I asked as he stood straighter to his full height. The black paint that surround his blue eyes made them pop. There were very hypnotizing. The tall colonel shifted from left to right. “Ich brauche deine hilfe, hase.” He mumbled avoiding eye contact. 

“Okay come in and make yourself at home.” Giving him the best smile you could and opened the door to your room letting him in and closing it behind you. He sat on the end of your bed leg jumping slightly. His eyes stalked you like a predator stalks his prey. Eyes watching as you shed the jacket you were wearing off ur curls bouncing as you walked over and sat next to him. “What’s the matter Kö?” Looking towards him. “There’s something wrong with my heart…it’s getting faster hase am I dying?” he spoke as you shook your head chuckling. 

Eyes burning into the side of your head while you laughed. “What’s so funny?” You could hear the irritation in his voice. “There’s nothing wrong Kö. I think you have a crush. Shoving him slightly was not enough to move the tank of a man. “I thought you were hurt!” Slapping his arm. “Who said I was hurt?” He looked at you. “Where are you hurt big guy?” He points to his heart. “I told you it was a crush Kö.” You go to turn away from the man only for him to grab you by your wrist turning you to face him.

“wenn ja, dann küss mich, Schatz.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes. A gloved hand coming up making you look directly into his eyes. “Küss mich” he spoke again dropping his hand. You reached and lifted the hood only so much. Before you could kiss him a hand came to the back of your head and your lips intertwined. The kiss was soft and gentle before it grew sloppy and lust filled. 

Pulling away from the kiss his mouth placed kisses along your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “König.” You whined, eyes dilated looking at him. The corner of his eyes wrinkled, giving away the smile you couldn’t see. “Yes, Schatz?” He paused for a bit before continuing to place kisses along your neck, hands gripping onto you like you were his lifeline. “Please.” You begged hands gripping his shirt.  “Please what y/n?” His eyes bore into yours as his hands dropped to your waist. “Please need you.” You pleaded. “Need me to what Schatz?” You could hear the smirk in his voice and it made you more frustrated than you already were. “Touch me. Please touch me Kö.” Hands moving to lift your shirt off your body, throwing it somewhere in the room.

The other hand reached up and unclipped your bra flinging it in the same direction before cupping both your breasts and a glint caught his eye. “Naughty girl y/n nipple piercings?” He pinched one of your nipples and pulled up the hood and popped your other nipple in his mouth arching into him at the feeling of metal meeting your nipples. He continued this for a while with you squirming in his arms and your panties soaked. His hand dropped from your breast as it made its way down unzipping your tactical pants pulling them down the best he could as you shimmed and stepped out of the pants before straddling his lap. Your clit bumped against causing you to let out a loud moan. If no one heard you before they surely heard you now. “Ready Schatz?” He turned, tossing your body up the bed and your head a few inches away from the pillows. Climbing between your legs and sliding your panties down and throwing them somewhere his eyes were glued to your dripping pussy. “Wait Kö what about your crush?” You were oblivious to what was going on. “You.” He answered as he threw your legs over his shoulders. “What?” You are confused by what he said. “It’s always been you. You know you make me hypnotized.” As you went to speak he licked a stripe between your folds before sucking on your clit making you cry out in pleasure feeding his ego.

“F-fuck Kö more.” He sucked and rolled your clit between his teeth, feet digging down on his back, and your head was thrown back as he happily ate you out. “Don’t stop! Fuck please don’t!” He continued to keep building your pleasure adding a finger which soon became two then three. You were close and he knew taking his fingers from your dripping pussy you immediately raised your head and looked down at König. He moved your legs from his shoulders and pushed himself off the bed standing and stripping off his clothes. Reaching a hand down dipping your fingers in only for them to be snatched out. “Keep your hands off what's mine.” His tone was stern as raised your fingers to uncovered lips slipping both fingers in his mouth as he groaned at the taste of you. Dropping your hand you looked at him with widened eyes as he sat on his knees between your legs. You gave him a small nod and watched as he slowly bullied his way into your pussy. Hands gripping his forearms as your mouth drops in a silent moan. Lifting up your head you look down at your stomach seeing the bulge. “Oh fuck me.” You mumbled.

You knew Konig was a big guy but you didn’t think he would be so fucking big. He was thicker than anyone you’ve been with. “Oh, I will don’t worry hase.” His hips moved at a slow pace slowly getting faster and rougher moans spilled from both your mouth and his. “Sorry Schatz can’t help it.” He groaned as he caged you in with his forearms his mouth placing kissing and leaving marks along your neck. Where your shoulder met your neck he bit down making you scream out. “Fuck Konig!” He lifted up and threw your legs over his shoulders once more folding you in half and continuing with his same pace just deeper. “Gonna cum! Can I please?” Your hands gripped the sheets as your breast bounced with each thrust. “Cum for me.” He grunted his thrust becoming sloppy back arching off the bed legs shaking. Dropping your legs from his shoulders he pulled out and thrust into his hand as he released all over your stomach. He leaned back against his legs admiring his work. You reached down dipping your fingers into the cum that was on your stomach and spreading it around before bringing it to your mouth sucking it off your fingers. “You look so beautiful, Schatz.” He mumbled as he grabbed his shirt using it to wipe the cum off your stomach then pulled you on top of him and the blankets over the both of you. “Did you mean what you said earlier?” you asked him drawing shapes on his chest. “Yes, I meant it. It will always be you and only you.” He spoke arms wrapped around you placing a kiss on your forehead.

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[tia-amorosa]

Episode 46: Everything under control

The hours passed and babysitter Philipp looked after Maureen extensively. He played with her, taught her to talk a little and practiced going to the potty with her. But that didn't really work out yet. Some things just take a little longer. And then it was afternoon again and Thornton was back home.

"Well, darling? Did the young man take good care of you? It seems so, otherwise you'd be crying all the time. you were outside, he told me. Well, the days are pleasant. But the first snow is coming soon, so we won't be able to be outside so often. Sam will probably be home soon too.“.

It was an unusual sight when Thornton came back into the kitchen a few minutes later after taking his daughter upstairs to the nursery. Sam didn't come home alone this time. “Oh, hello, do we have a guest?”/ “This is Holly, she's in the same class as me and helps me with my homework”/ …

“Are the tasks at school very difficult at the moment?”/ "Well, a little. Eyes I got an A in math and German, so I can help others a bit“/ ”That's really nice. Then you must be really smart“/ ”I got that from my mom and dad, they're both doctors, but I don't want to be a doctor".

Thornton had to smile a little and then thought back to the time when he was the same age as the two children sitting around the kitchen table. He also had his own ideas about his later life, but things turned out differently than he had wished. His father always had a stern hand over him. That took away a large part of his childhood.

After the great catastrophe that struck Sunset Valley, his whole life had changed completely. He was often a little emotionally cold back then, which Morgana also felt. But in retrospect, he learned to appreciate many things about her. Her presence, her work, her dedication. And when Maureen was on the way, he was ready for everything new himself. “stone”.

Even though Thornton was perfectly capable of cooking other things, he knew that he would always hit the spot with the children with cheese noodles. “I'll call you a cab to take you home, okay?”/ "Thanks, Mr. Wolff. Do I have to pay for it?“/ ”No, I'll take care of that".

“Thanks for helping me with the tasks, Holly, now I know how to work them out correctly”/ "It's actually not that difficult. But not everyone likes math. I quite like numbers. Maybe I'll work a lot with computers later on, or in a bank".

"in a bank? Hn, yes, they always need bright minds there. Maybe you'll become the boss of some company one day“/ ”you think? That would be cool…". He knows that things often go haywire in business, and if something doesn't go right, you quickly reach your limits. But until then, the girl should enjoy her childhood, he thought to himself.

Later. It was just before 8 p.m. when Thornton came into his daughter's room and couldn't find her. But he knew where she usually was instead. "You haven't painted for a long time. But don't take so long, okay?“/ ”It's just a small picture, it'll be quick and then I'll go straight to bed. “/ ”o.k. Good night then, Sam“/ ”Good night".

After he had put Maureen to bed and gone downstairs, his phone rang. “Hey, so, busy?”/ "Well, not much actually, but there are so few doctors at the moment. I'm rotating here with a colleague, her husband actually works here too, but he's at a conference in BridgePort…hh, but we're managing here. How are the Kids?".

“well, Maureen got a lot of fresh air with the babysitter and Sam…hn, he brought a girl home after school”/ “Oh, really?”/ “Yeah, she helped him with his math… A little redhead, Holly”/ “Oh, that was the daughter of my colleagues here, that's funny.”/ "hn, okay. Well, he was quite neutral towards her…".

“He's quite a reserved boy, but still friendly to everyone… I'm glad he's turned out so well so far”/ "What do you think it'll be like once he's older? I mean, this prediction thing is really creepy sometimes“/ ”it's his gift, Thornton. We'll have to deal with that. I have to get back now…I'll see you in the morning.".

After the phone call, Thornton checked on the stallion again, who had already found his way into the box on his own. He then went back and locked the front door from the inside. Finally, he treated himself to a hot shower. This had already become a ritual for him every evening before going to bed. Only this time he fell asleep alone.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @honeywinesims ⭐

[stuff-i-found-while-crying]

A stage of fire and dreams

inspired by @gwandas and they post: modern Neris AU where Eris is a trust fund asshole at Harvard Law, Nesta is a professional ballerina with the Boston Ballet

anyway... the idea stuck with me and now im making it your Problem... this could be the first part of many. (or it will be another story idea that never learns to walk)

Also! English is my second language and I might accidentally mess it up.... just believe that my writing would be better in German and we can be friends

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW

main role: Eris (xNesta)

also appearing: his mother, his younger brother, Odette/Nesta

Chapter one - Giselle

Eris hated the Ballet.

He hated it so much, that he bought front row tickets. At least that way his critism would be honest. Brutal, maybe a bit irrational, but also honest. And no one could argue with that.

"This will be a wonderful performance", his mother said next to him. "I heard the new ballerina is quite unique. Nesta Archeron. Don´t you think it will be wonderful?"

He hummed in agreement. For her Ballet was beauty. Stories told in movement and rhythm. She could gosh about the grace of dancers for hours.

Once Eris had done the same.

His father hadn`t liked it. And what his father didn`t like he would not tolerate.

"At least it will not be as sappy as the last one", his brother Cyrus said, leaning over his mother to wink at Eris.. He had the same red hair as Eris and their mother. A trate she had given all her children. But Cyrus wore it long, while Eris at least tried to keep his curls tidy.

"Hush you", his mother swatted at her son. "Sleeping beauty is one of the most perfect, romantic,…"

"flowery", Eris added.

Cyrus laughed.

His mother did not. She just looked at him. "When have you become so cynical?"

When indeed?

Eris grinned at her and leaned closer. "I´m sorry. I am sure Giselle will be more interesting."

The spark of excitement returned to his mother. "It will. She turns mad at the end and dies. So tragic."

Cyrus raised his eyebrows. He never read the stories before.

Eris did. He read them all. And he memoriesed them to see if the dancers did them justice.

They never did.

Before his brother could ask another silly question, the lights dimmed.

And Eris leaned back to pass Judgment.

That was until she appeared.

Giselle.

His mother was right. Ballet was beautiful.

She held her gaze steady. Her grey eyes piercing the entire audience at once. One heart beat the world stopped turning. Then it started again.

His heart beat in the rhythms of her Pirouttes. He forgot who he was and why he was here.

All that matteres was Giselle. And her small body that danced passionatly the story of love.

A love so powerful that it would turn her mad.

His Giselle should not turn mad. He wanted to safe her.

But how could he safe her? He had to also keep watching her dancing. And both at the same time seemed impossible.

Then she was gone. Someone else had a Solo and Eris fell back into reality.

"She is extraordinary", his mother whispered next to him.

He just shrugged. "A bit small."

But his mother knew him better. Eris hated that. Nothing could get passed her.

"I need the Loo", Cyrus whispered.

Luckily for him there was a break. And while his brother ran to the restrooms, Eris took his mother to the bar.

"I think i would like to meet her", she said.

Eris nodded to one of the employees who stood near by. The man nodded back and dissapeared threw a door. Arrangenments would be made. His mother would meet his Giselle and he would pretend to be bored.

He shook his head.

Not his Giselle. The Giselle. The dancer. The small tiny woman with the grey eyes.

"Maybe he needs a drink", Cyrus said way to close to his ear.

Eris shuffed his brother off. "What the hell."

His brother laughed.

"You do look a bit out of it", his mothers brown eyes scanned him. "Are you feeling well?"

"I´m fine", he said. Normally he would smile for her. He always tried. But his Giselle had messed up his head and he was still trying to gather back his thoughts.

Her tiny frame spinning on stage. The way she fell into the arms of her partner. He was certain that at one point she had looked directly at him. She had to!

"It´s like he can´t hear us."

"Oh dear, we should go back to our seats", his mother grapped his right arm. "Seond half is surelly as beautiful as the first one." 

His brother threw back his drink. "The things I do for you, mother."

Eris threw him a look. It was worse than the drink for his brother started coughing. They had agreed, although more in silence than in words, to not say anything to upset mother.

No. They would make her happy again. Truly radient and joyful, as she used to be.

That was the only reason Eris let his mother guide him back to his seat.

The second half would start. And His Giselle would turn mad.

He was still contemplating how he could safe her. In real life he would never let her become so mad. He would never let her alone.

The lights dimed. And for a while Eris forgot how much he hated ballet.

Because Giselle was dancing right in front of him. What would he give to hold her in his arms. This late in the story the dancer had let her hair fall loose. Honey blond curls fell down her back. It was made to run his fingers threw it.

If he ever found his Giselle, he would never let her go. He would guide her threw her dance for eternity.

But Giselle died.

Her grey eyes found his for a moment and he almost jumped on stage. Anything to get that sad look out of her eyes. But he was just a man. And she was perfection.

With a soft sigh she dropped to the ground.

His mother cried next to him. She silently gave him a tissue, too. He discreatly whiped his eyes. 

Something in his chest was moved. During the performance she had touhed a part of him, that Eris had thought dead. Ironically her death had awakened him.

What was he even doing with his life?

He had to find his Giselle.

And luckily his mother hat already requested a meet up with the dancer.

Part 2 here

[sgiandubh]

Cut the (Ghenea) crap

I have been anticipating since at least last Friday the very recent rumor overdrive about S and Mrs. Mădălina Ghenea, Romanian Horizontal Extraordinaire and I howled like a pack of hyenas in the dull silence of my flat.

Of all the rumors featuring S and divers representatives of the International Fitness Harem, this one stroke me as the most ridiculous ever. Downright scraping the bottom of the barrel, here, to be honest.

Now, as all of you know, I happen to be Romanian and if anything, you should at least grant me the benefit of a flawless knowledge of the terrain, so to speak. And as far as erotically ambitious Romanian chicks go, let's just say I am a sweet summer child, compared to this one.

Mădălina hails from Slatina, a small town in Oltenia, one of the most fascinating parts of the Romanian Southwest (I have a good quarter pint of Oltenian blood myself, so I think I know what the hell I am talking about: quick-witted, ambitious people, with a devastating, sarcastic sense of humor). She comes from virtually nothing: a working-class family of former farmers drawn to the nearest town by the quick and demented industrialization of the country during the Sixties, which is to say, the Lumpenproletariat our German friends can immediately relate to. But when you spend your childhood in the dull and poor anonymity of a non-descript block of flats (matchbox upon matchbox upon matchbox - think of it as a dignified favela of sorts), the only thing you want to do is to get the damn out of there, at all costs. Which, I have to say, she brilliantly and ruthlessly managed to, almost in record time. Granted, she is beautiful (to me, she is very cliché, but for any foreign male she is a Wanton Goddess of Sex, I suppose) and she does have the street smarts to safely get her through any urban jungle of this planet, too.

You can peruse her war credentials here, for a quick overview of the character, if you really, really, really need to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C4%83d%C4%83lina_Diana_Ghenea.

I will just add (and you will have to trust me on this one), a couple of things:

Cynically speaking, she could be a decently plausible beard for S. After all, she did beard for di Caprio (an info I just corroborated over the phone with a friend who is a cinema & TV journalist, back home). Problem is, a woman like this is way over budget. I am afraid The Boy doesn't qualify, bless his heart: too meh for her eclectic, but high-end tastes (local cardboard millionaires, Bulgarian tennis players of the light mafioso type, Philipp Plein, Italian TV beaux and yup, Gerard Butler - but it did not end amicably, enough said). You have to understand that woman saw it all and she won't settle for a pap walk in the pishing drizzle of GLA, or even NY. This one knows perfectly well diamonds are a girl's best friend. And if you doubt me, maybe you won't doubt her, when she declared three days ago for the Daily Fail something along these lines:

[source, LOL: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-12681539/EDEN-CONFIDENTIAL-Sexiest-woman-world-Madalina-Ghenea-yearns-real-man-stealing-hearts-Leonardo-DiCaprio-Gerard-Butler-Michael-Fassbender.html]

Read my lips: not going to happen. Not in a million years, not even for the sake of the fucking Narrative. Not even on a desert island. Never. Nuh-oh. No way.

At any rate, if God knows what sick plot twist happens, you'll learn it here first, probably: the Romanian gossip press would put to shame poor Deux Moi, with its needlessly chatty, exuberant, salaciously detailed style.

So I will say again here what I did say in a comment to an Anon who brought it up first @bat-cat-reader's :

TERMINAȚI CU TÂMPENIILE. Which is simply translated as CUT THE CRAP.

Of course.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Ruth Ben-Ghiat at Lucid:

"Should I leave the country now for somewhere safer?” “How do you know when it's time to move?" “Where should I go?” Almost every day now, as the inauguration of Donald Trump approaches, I receive queries like these from fellow Americans. The personalized nature of the decision to go into exile means that it is very difficult to counsel people. However, we can learn from the history of such fateful choices, which also teaches us that exile is not a linear path, nor an irreversible one. I have been engaging with the history of émigrés from dictatorships for decades. My interest in studying Fascism was sparked by growing up in Pacific Palisades, California, where the writer Thomas Mann and other famous exiles had sought refuge from Nazism. Over the next century, America became a destination for so many others fleeing dictatorship. Now it may be our turn to experience some form of autocracy. The title of this essay sums up the eternal dilemma of the anti-authoritarian: do I stay and resist, or go into exile? In reality, there is a third option, and as everywhere in the world, it is likely to be the most popular one. You stay put, and keep your head down and your criticism of the government private. That way you and your loved ones can minimize any adverse consequences while you “wait it out.” Only a small percentage of the population leaves the country, or stays and actively resists, not least because these choices pose financial, legal, physical, and other challenges. And yet it is often these minorities who make history, whether by leading the opposition from abroad (as Belarusian politician Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya is doing from Lithuania) or from inside the country, organizing protests or other resistance actions. And in our age of transnational repression, being abroad can still be dangerous for dissidents who persist with political activities.

Yet the questions that the politically active have grappled with have changed little since the dawn of authoritarianism. If all the resisters leave, who is left to fight for freedom? How can I turn my back on my country? “Guilt is exile’s eternal companion,” reflects the writer Hisham Matar, who, as the son of Jaballa Matar, an opponent of Libyan dictator Muammar Gaddafi, was forced to follow his compatriots’ fates from abroad and had no information about his imprisoned relatives back home. And if the resisters who stay are silenced, who is left to lead the struggle, document the abuses, and counter the propaganda? Isn’t it more pragmatic to leave and be able to work for freedom rather than sit in jail? Alexi Navalny’s death in a Siberian lager is an example of what can happen to high-profile opponents of the dictator when they do not leave. Navalny could have easily remained abroad after his stay in Germany to recover from a Kremlin poisoning, but he refused to remove himself voluntarily and make it easier for the “thieving little man in his bunker,” as he memorably referred to Vladimir Putin during his 2021 Moscow sentencing, to claim victory over him and his anti-corruption work.

Some people escape one dictatorship by going to another. That might seem strange, and yet geographical proximity or the ability to get residence papers make it a not uncommon choice. Chileans who fled Augusto Pinochet’s military regime after the 1973 coup settled in Brazil’s military regime, or (if they were Communists) in East Germany. Germans found refuge from Nazism in Fascist Italy, and Syrians crossed the border to Turkey as they fled the Assad regime. Some exiles also return home, thinking maybe it won’t be that bad, before leaving again for good. Many people want to know the right time to leave, and history is full of stories of people who did not leave their countries in time to escape persecution. There are good reasons for this. Dictators are impulsive, and love “shock events,” as I refer to them in Strongmen (which has exile as a theme). What is fine today may be grounds for persecution tomorrow, and all bets are off if a state of emergency is declared.

Going into exile also requires money and other things that many individuals do not have: a job offer, the right connections, entry papers, a way to care for loved ones who cannot leave, or a place to stay in another country. Those at elite institutions or multinational/global companies might have more possibilities to move abroad than activists or politicians rooted in local contexts. That’s why we should not assume that those who stay in dictatorships are in denial. The Jewish linguist Viktor Klemperer is a case in point. He remained in Nazi Germany because he could not find a university position abroad (unlike his famous conductor cousin, Otto Klemperer, who moved to Los Angeles). “Don’t think about it, live one’s life, bury oneself in the most private matters!" he wrote in late September 1938, hoping, like other Jews who stayed in Germany, that each new round of persecution would be the last. "Fine resolution, but so difficult to keep.”

As we prepare for some form of autocracy in America, it is no comfort to know that Trump and his zealous and unscrupulous associates have advertised their desire to go after groups of people perennially targeted by authoritarians: immigrants, Muslims, Jews, opposition politicians, the unhoused, LGBTQ+ people, activists, journalists, scientists, and educators. It will be especially dangerous to be a transgender person in America, or anyone involved with reproductive and immigrant rights. American movements in response to autocracy may differ from those of other populations due to the strength of states’ rights here. We are likely to see internal migration instead of exile, with people leaving states where voting, reproductive, LGBTQ+ and other rights are being extinguished.

There's also a history of regional movement in search of freedom in our country that we can build on. The Jim Crow South was a regional authoritarianism in many respects. That’s why the former CEO and President of the NAACP, Cornell William Brooks, states in our 2021 Lucid interview that we might begin to see “Black Southerners who came to New York and Chicago and Detroit” as “refugees; they were fleeing terrorism. And so Black folk are the descendants of these refugees, as well as of enslaved people." While every person contemplating exile has their own unique situation and resources, there is one constant among such departures: when you exit your homeland, you enter into a state of waiting. Waiting for things to get better; waiting for the tyrant to die or, if elections still exist, be voted out; waiting for freedom to arrive so you can return to beloved places and people.

Ruth Ben-Ghiat wrote a solid piece on the tough decision for those opposed to tyrannical regimes as to whether to stay and fight back or leave for exile.

[drvirgus]

The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 15:

"Baby?" I said softly into the phone. A yawn escaped me as I continued to push my suitcase ahead of me. I had a mask on my face and a cap pulled low over my face. I recognized Minji on my phone and immediately smiled. Minji was in our bed, her face nestled in the pillow, and her eyes only half open.

"I miss you," Minji said as she looked at me, still half-asleep. I smiled and replied, "I miss you too." My AirPods were in my ears as I followed my manager. However, I stopped in my tracks when my manager did. I furrowed my brow in confusion. The older man gestured towards the crowd of people in front of the airport.

I sighed and looked back at my phone. Minji was nearly half-asleep, and I said, "I have to hang up. I'll text you when I'm at the hotel." I heard Minji start to mumble sleepily, and I chuckled softly before ending the call. I put my phone in my pocket and removed my mask. My manager immediately grabbed my suitcase.

With a smile on my face, I walked out of the airport. The cold wind enveloped me, but I didn't mind because, as usual, I was wearing a sweater. I smiled and greeted a few fans as I made my way to them. Some of them spoke in German, but it didn't bother me since I could also speak some German.

Apparently, my mother had grown up in Germany, so I was determined to learn the language as a child. I waved to my German fans with raised arms and took some photos with them, signing autographs. I had some free time despite having landed in Germany, but I didn't want to disappoint my fans.

There was only one good reason for my visit to Germany. It turned out... I had an aunt. A maternal aunt... My father had confessed this to me on my last visit. He even gave me her email address. I had written to her right away, and now I was standing here.

My manager quickly got us a car as I communicated with my fans. A smile played on my lips. It seemed that not many idols came to Germany. After saying goodbye to the fans with a wave, I got into the car my manager had arranged for us.

I immediately fastened my seatbelt. My manager drove out of the airport. "First, we'll check you into your hotel. You have a few interviews tomorrow and the day after, but overall, you'll have a lot of free time, as agreed," my manager said. I nodded in agreement.

"Could we go to a specific address afterward?" I asked. My manager glanced in the rearview mirror to look at me. He hesitated noticeably. "You look tired. You should rest for today," the older man advised, but this time, I shook my head.

"I'm fine," I replied, which made the older man sigh and focus his eyes on the road. Soft music was playing in the background. I looked at my manager curiously, wondering what he was getting at. "I've been your manager since your debut," the older man began. He occasionally glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "But I still know nothing about you," he said with a sigh. He looked at me repeatedly through the mirror.

I opened my mouth to speak. "It's not that you don't tell me enough... I'm just... I find it a shame. I hope to continue being your manager for the next few years," he said. A smile formed on my lips. To be honest, I was quite cautious with him. I'd heard stories about managers selling photos, information, or who knows what else. Perhaps... I was being a bit too cautious.

"I'm going to meet my aunt," I said after a short pause. My manager's eyes widened. We were stopped at a red light, and he turned his head to look at me. He seemed surprised. After a car honked at us, we saw it overtake us. "It won't get any greener!" the driver shouted in German as he passed us.

My manager shifted gears and started driving again. "On your mother's side?" I nodded in response. My manager nodded in understanding. "Does she know you're coming?" he asked, and I made an affirmative noise. My manager smiled. "Okay. We'll check you into your hotel, drop off your suitcase in your room, and then I'll take you to her," the older man said, his voice gentle.

I smiled and said, "Thank you," quietly, but my manager immediately shook his head. "No. Thank you," he replied and laughed nervously. "Thank you for trusting me. I know it's difficult for you," he added with a smile. I simply chuckled.

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"Oh my God," I heard in German. My aunt's eyes widened as she held her hands in front of her mouth. Her hands began to tremble as she looked at me. I smiled as I looked at the older woman. "Hello, I'm Y/n L/n," I said in German, bowing out of habit.

My aunt awkwardly imitated my bow. "Oh, um, yes. Come in, dear," she said as she opened the door a bit wider for me to enter. I nodded and took off my shoes before stepping into the apartment. I followed my aunt into the living room.

There, I spotted another person, seemingly around my age, sitting on the couch. The girl briefly looked at me, then back at her phone. A moment later, her head snapped back towards me, and her mouth dropped open. "MOM!" she practically yelled when she turned to her mother, my aunt.

My aunt looked confused. "What's going on? Why are you shouting?" she asked. The girl, my cousin, was clearly shocked to see me. She knew exactly who I was. "What? What's Y/n doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling as her eyes remained wide open.

My aunt turned to me and then back to my cousin. "Oh, you already know each other?" she asked, making me chuckle. My cousin, however, shook her head, rolled her eyes, and answered, "No, Mom. This is Y/n from Newjeans. K-pop, remember?"

My aunt made a noise and looked at me. Luckily, I could understand German, as this whole conversation had been in German from the beginning. "So, you're a pop star?" she asked, which made me laugh. My cousin approached me and started to nervously laugh. "Um, I'm Lena. Nice to meet you," my cousin introduced herself in English. My aunt looked at her daughter, clearly baffled. I chuckled and nodded my head.

"Nice to meet you, Lena. I'm Y/n," I replied in German, which seemed to shock Lena. My aunt let out a sigh and explained, "This is your cousin, Lena. Your Aunt Michelle's daughter."

"In Korea, my mother's name was Ji-a," I added with a grin as my aunt attempted to pronounce the name, and it didn't sound quite right.

"Here, have a seat," Lena said, using both hands to gesture toward the couch. I smiled and thanked her as I took a seat. My aunt went into the kitchen, leaving Lena to observe my every move.

"So... you're my cousin?" Lena asked nervously. I smiled and nodded, and she followed with another question, "Can I tell others about it?" I couldn't help but laugh. It was sweet that she asked instead of just doing it. I nodded, which seemed to relieve her.

"What's it like being an idol?" Lena asked, clearly interested. Her blue eyes were locked onto me. I smiled and replied, "Hard, but at the same time, it's beautiful. If you don't love what you do, it's just hard for you."

"How is Minji?" Lena asked, her cheeks turning slightly red. I raised an eyebrow and teased her, "What? Is she your bias?" Lena laughed and said, "Well, to be honest, it's Haerin, but... I might have a little crush on Minji."

I immediately pulled out my phone to check the time. Minji should be awake by now. "Should I call her?" I asked, which only made Lena grin even more, her cheeks now completely red. It seemed that my cousin had a crush on my girlfriend.

I chuckled and called Minji, turning my phone away from Lena for security reasons, and she understood. After a few rings, Minji answered, and I greeted her. However, instead of calling her "baby," I addressed her by her name, "Minji-ah." Minji furrowed her brow, noticing the change. I chuckled and explained, "My cousin wants to meet you. Do you have time?"

Minji's expression changed, and she smiled and nodded. I turned the camera towards my cousin, and they began communicating in English. I smiled broadly. After a short while, my aunt emerged from the kitchen with some snacks and tea. I introduced Minji to my aunt as well, but my aunt didn't seem to understand any English, so I translated everything for her.

After a brief conversation, I turned the phone back to face me. "I'm flying to Paris today. I'll be with you tomorrow," Minji said in Korean. My eyes widened in surprise. "What?" I asked, and Minji just smiled and hung up.

So, Minji was coming to Germany?

I watched as my aunt took a seat across from me, handing me one of the cups, which I graciously accepted. There was a hint of laughter in her eyes as she examined my entire face. "You look so much like your mother, Michelle," she said with a gentle, somewhat sad smile, her voice soft and tinged with sorrow.

I chuckled and nodded, "Yes, I've been told that before," I replied, smiling at my aunt. My gaze remained fixed on her, though I refrained from mentioning that my father often used this resemblance as a means of torment and emotional abuse.

Lena turned to her mother, then back to me, her curiosity apparent. "Aunt Michelle's real name is Michelle too?" she asked.

I couldn't help but smile as my aunt nodded in response. "Well, in Korea, she went by Ji-a. I, for example, have both an English and a Korean name. Don't ask me why, honestly," I added with a laugh, and Lena joined in the laughter.

Taking another sip of my tea, I turned my attention back to my aunt. "Tell me more about her," I whispered. My aunt smiled wistfully, and she seemed lost in thought. Evidently, she was reminiscing about the past. "Your mother was an amazing woman. She had this incredible passion for music, just like you, Y/n. She was a talented pianist, and her voice... it was like an angel's," she said with a smile.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I remained silent, my curiosity piqued. My hand cradled the teacup as I took another sip. Beside me, Lena seemed equally absorbed in learning more about her aunt, someone she had never met.

"Aunt Michelle was a bit of a mystery. I remember, back when we were young, we'd sit together at the piano for hours, making music. Her laughter was infectious, and her presence lit up any room she entered," my aunt continued, laughing softly. There was a sweet smile on her lips as she looked at me. It seemed like I reminded her a lot of my mother.

Lena smiled too, taking a small sip of her tea. "That sounds wonderful," she said softly. She looked at me with a smile on her face and then back to her mother. Her mother's gaze, however, held a tinge of sadness. The moment seemed bittersweet. "It was. We had dreams of pursuing music together, but life took us on different paths. She moved to Korea, and I stayed here. We lost touch over the years."

My eyes dropped to the floor, and I could feel my heart racing. I took a deep breath and said, "I wish I could've known her better," a faint smile playing on my lips. I swallowed hard, feeling a lump in my throat. My aunt smiled at me, her eyes shining.

"She'd be so proud of the person you've become, Y/n. You carry her spirit with you," she reassured me, and I couldn't help but be moved by her words.

[indzae-mayumi]

The Emperor, The Princess, and The Hero

(Kaiser x Chigiri x Kunigami fanfic. "Blue Lock" is by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, and illustrated by Nomura Yusuke)

(Timeline is after my NanaRin fic "The Stars We See.")

****

Chris Prince heard of the news that Loki had requested Ego to set up a planetarium in the monitor room of the French sector. He called his team and had a meeting, telling them excitedly that they should ask for a planetarium too. Unlike the people in the French sector, almost everyone in the English sector cheered. Most especially, the Blue Lock guys who only had two weeks vacation before the NEL missed stargazing.

Nagi gently pulled at Reo's sleeve before whispering that should the planetarium be up, he'd want to hang out with Reo in the dark and sleep on the other's lap. Reo, who was a bit still smarting from Nagi leaving him before and manipulating his feelings, hesitated. Much as he wanted to give in, he wanted to have Nagi a taste of his own medicine.

A few days later, Chris got an email from Ego, stating that the planetarium had been set up. But there was another parcel for Chigiri Hyouma, who also made another strange request.

"Will he be crossdressing again?" Chris asked himself, remembering Chigiri in his French maid costume.

He sent a blast message to everyone and told them that the planetarium was up, and another message to Chigiri that his parcel also arrived.

****

Chigiri excitedly brought out the content of the package. Reo and Nagi, who he shared a room with, gasped in awe, especially Reo, who mostly put his heart on his sleeve.

Chigiri had asked for a light blue off-shoulder floral dress. He wanted to try putting it on after seeing his nee-chan wearing a pink one during their two-week break from Blue Lock.

"Wow, that's so cute!" Nagi said in awe.

"True that!" Reo seconded. "For sure, Kunigami's eyeballs will drop to the floor if he sees you wearing that."

Chigiri smirked sassily. "There's some development already between us when I went there the last time while wearing the French maid costume. But of course, I had to fend off more admirers."

"The Germans?" Reo asked.

"Yep. And Raichi started to fanboy over me," Chigiri shared. "He used to swear at me during our Team Z days."

"And then, your insufferable fanboy, Michael Kaiser?" Reo asked.

Chigiri rolled his eyeballs. "Ugh! I can't with him! He is just too comfortable to invade my personal space. I had to box him in the face."

Reo laughed so hard when he heard that. Well, that Michael Kaiser deserved it. He heard rumors that the German blue rose would get out of his way to bully his teammates, and maltreated his midfielder Ness in front of everyone. Maybe only the princess could put him in his place.

Later on, Chigiri came back, stating that his request to visit the German sector was granted. So early the next day, he got ready and put on the dress, with Nagi assisting him in putting his hair up.

"Why do you put your hair up?" Reo asked in curiosity. "You can wear your hair down when visiting your prince."

Chigiri shared that Kunigami liked napes, and that he wanted to show off his.

"You should learn to put on makeup too," Reo said. "Yukimiya learned how to since he's a model."

"Reo, if I ever do that, every young man here in Blue Lock, except for you two, Isagi, and Bachira, will be on their knees for me," Chigiri said before laughing. "Then Barou will lose his kingdom, and Kaiser, his empire."

"Ah, I'd love for the king to lose his kingdom," Nagi drawled. "And he will serve me and take care of my Choki."

Despite the fact that the cactus really did not need any watering, Nagi still wanted Choki to have its own butler. And he wanted it to be Maid Barou.

"We also know Otoya is into you," Reo said while watching Nagi putting a hair pin to seal Chigiri's bun.

"Ugh, I can't forget when that stupid flirty ninja kabedoned me," Chigiri said as he swept his bangs to one side and examined himself. "Hmm. I'm done and ready."

Nagi and Reo clapped their hands excitedly as Chigiri exited their room.

****

It was at breakfast time when things exploded. The news of Chigiri wearing a cute off-shoulder dress caught the attention of the editors of BLTV. And so, they got photos of him from CCTV clips, and the social media team posted on the official website and on SNS.

Those in Ubers were caught off-guard to see such a beauty strutting towards the German sector. Barou, who was done brushing his teeth, checked his phone. He almost choked on his spit when he saw Chigiri looking so pretty. Damn! He and Chigiri had been teammates in the Second Selection, but never had Chigiri tried to look pretty like this.

Meanwhile, Aryu collapsed in happiness to see Chigiri's extreme oshaness. A part of him regretted not choosing Chigiri for the 5-man team because Rin chose for them. Had he asserted his right over Rin, he could have had an osha beauty party with Chigiri back then.

In the Spanish sector, Bachira grinned when he saw the pretty princess. He thought he should also try dressing up when visiting Isagi in the German sector. And so, he posted in his request to Ego, wanting an outfit that he knew will make Isagi weak on his knees.

Otoya had to be brought to the facility infirmary for a nosebleed. After the nurse gave him first aid, he showed her the reason for his nosebleed. The nurse said that Otoya's girlfriend is pretty, but Otoya corrected her, saying sadly that much as he wanted Chigiri as his girlfriend, Chigiri is a guy and belonged to someone else. The nurse gasped, stunned to learn that such a pretty young man played in Blue Lock.

Those in the English sector barged in Chigiri's room and demanded an explanation from Nagi and Reo, telling them why they withheld the information that Chigiri would be wearing a cute dress. They could have had a selfie with him, or a group photo at least. But Reo told them to just wait because Chigiri will return anyway.

Those in the French sector were in uproar. Zantetsu was blushing so hard when he saw the photo of Chigiri in his cute dress. He, Tokimitsu, Rin, and Nanase were in their room when Zantetsu became a blushing mess. Tokimitsu said that he should have an autograph from the princess. Nanase gushed and said that Chigiri is so pretty, and he wondered how it would feel like to confidently pull off wearing a cute dress like that, since the last time he wore one last year, he was too embarrassed of himself because of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. But Rin leaned closer to him, whispering that if ever Nanase would wear a cute dress, it should only be in front of him. Nanase blushed and hid his face with his hands.

Meanwhile, Karasu who was drinking his morning coffee, choked when he saw Chigiri's photo. Shidou, who saw the photo, grinned and wondered aloud if he should tell his Sae-chan to cosplay as Hatsune Miku for him.

****

"Oh! Pretty, pretty!" Kurona said to Hiori over breakfast as he showed his phone to the cyan-haired guy.

The news of Chigiri in his dress was already on the internet, and the two guys read the comments from the netizens. Many of it were praising Chigiri for his beauty, and some proposing marriage. Isagi, Raichi, Gagamaru, and Igaguri later joined them.

And Kurona showed them his phone. Isagi gasped and ran off without touching his meal. The guys knew that probably, Kunigami had not checked his phone, and it was Isagi who would tell him the news. Raichi was so tongue-tied that he forgot he was about to sip his soup. Igaguri stated that should Kunigami and Chigiri get married, it should be in his family's temple. Gagamaru simply replied that Chigiri is osha like Aryu, and the rest of the guys wondered where in the world the feral bear boy learned about being osha.

Kaiser, who was about to close the door of his room to go to the cafeteria to eat, saw Isagi running in haste. He stepped forward and blocked Isagi's way.

"Out of the way, you stupid blue rose!"

"My, my, Yoichi, what's with this... impatience to go somewhere?"

"I said, out of the way!" Isagi said before finally pushing Kaiser out and running off.

Kaiser seethed in anger, but his quick ears heard something interesting from Grim and Ali, who passed by while talking about a certain redhead wearing a cute dress, and that he was coming to the German sector.

The mention of redhead piqued Kaiser's interest. After Chigiri outran him during the game between Bastard Munchen and Manshine City, Kaiser realized he had a crush on the redhead. His crush eventually grew whenever he thought of Chigiri, much to the jealousy of Ness. He learned, however, that the reason Chigiri came to their stratum many times was because of Kunigami. He felt a pang of great jealousy, knowing that his heart had started to grow some kind of affection for the pretty speedster from Manshine City.

Instead of heading to the cafeteria for breakfast, he went to the portal where visitors were to enter and wait at the lobby. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Chigiri in his glowing beauty, and Kaiser thought he saw sparkles all around the beautiful redhead in his cute blue dress.

Unfortunately for him, it was Yukimiya who entertained Chigiri. And fortunately for Chigiri, it was Yukimiya who entertained him. Kaiser hid and heard their conversation.

"Good day, Chigiri-kun," Yukimiya greeted. "Shall I call Kunigami-kun to come here?"

Yukimiya did not know that Isagi was on his way to report to Kunigami.

"Yes please," Chigiri said cheerfully.

Kaiser noted the tone of Yukimiya's voice. Megane-kun talked to Chigiri casually, like he was not affected by such beauty at all. Kaiser learned early on that Yukimiya was a model, and perhaps, Yukimiya had met men and women far more beautiful than Chigiri.

"By the way, do you want to be a model?" Yukki asked. "I can tell my agent about you."

Chigiri blushed in front of Yukimiya. As Yukki's back was facing Kaiser, the German ace did not know how Yukki looked like while looking at Chigiri blushing.

"Uhm, no thanks," Chigiri said. "I am camera-shy. You can ask Aryu."

"Oh, I have already introduced Aryu-kun to my agent. He has projects lining up for him after NEL."

"Aryu who?" Kaiser asked himself. He had to do his research who this Aryu guy is, and why he had already modeling projects lining up for him. Lucky dude.

"He has?" Chigiri asked in shock. "He should have a shampoo commercial, to be honest."

Yukki only laughed heartily. He did not know what future projects were waiting for Aryu outside of Blue Lock.

"All right, then, I shall go," Yukimiya said with a smile before turning around to go his way.

Kaiser watched Yukimiya going to the same hallway where Isagi ran earlier. He went out from where he hid and showed himself to Chigiri, who was not pleased to see his face. Kaiser smirked sexily and scrunched his nose as he looked at the redhead.

"Hi hello there, Red," Kaiser greeted Chigiri.

Being a civil human being that he was, Chigiri smiled at Kaiser and greeted him, though the bitch in him told him to smile sarcastically at the German blue rose. And once again, Kaiser approached him, his distance too close for Chigiri's comfort. The redhead could feel Kaiser's warm breath, and he could sense the faint scent of something like cologne that Kaiser wore too early in the morning.

Chigiri thought his own self was the the vainest person in Blue Lock. Oh, probably, second to Aryu. But he realized that Kaiser was vainer than him and Aryu combined.

"You know, you should break off with Rensuke Orange," Kaiser advised Chigiri as he drawled in his sexy voice. "And be my cute boyfriend. As your emperor, I'll make you happy, however you want it."

"Uhm... you already have a boyfriend," Chigiri pointed out icily in a deadpan voice.

Kaiser feigned shock. "Who? Ness?"

"Isn't Ness your kareshi?" Chigiri said in exasperation. "Seriously, that guy follows you around and serves you faithfully. You should be contented with who you have, you know?"

But Kaiser smiled even more, "Well, I am the bad boy in this facility. If I could get someone away from a lover to make them my lover, I will. After all, I am extremely handsome and charismatic."

Chigiri fumed, annoyed at Kaiser praising himself excessively. But what he said made Kaiser surprised and giddy.

"Well, I am starting to like you."

"You do?" Kaiser asked. "See? I know you are attracted to me. I don't mind sharing you with Rensuke. Like, how would you like having two boyfriends?"

Chigiri was seething inside. There's no way he'd want two boyfriends. If he wanted another one, the second should not be Kaiser.

"Do a high-five with me?" Chigiri asked with a fake sweet smile as he raised his right hand.

"Oh, I shall," Kaiser said as he started to raise his hand.

As Kaiser was about to give Chigiri a high-five, the redhead smacked him on the face. Kaiser gasped in horror to have been treated like that. Chigiri smirked this time, wanting to share this funny information to Reo and Nagi. He couldn't wait.

"It counts as a high-five, does it, German Emperor?"

Finally, Chigiri's eyes caught sight of his orange-haired boyfriend, so he grinned as he pranced towards the moody guy.

"Ohayou, my Hero Boyfriend!" Chigiri said aloud such that Kaiser could hear.

Kaiser fumed when he saw Chigiri putting an arm around Kunigami's waist and leaning on the fallen hero's chest. He knew that the redhead intended to make him jealous and angry.

"Did that German fool hit on you?" Kunigami asked Chigiri in a husky voice, his malevolent eyes gazing at Kaiser.

As Kaiser was wearing the AI-powered earbuds from Mikage Corp, he frowned as he heard what Kunigami said about him.

"As usual," was all Chigiri said.

Kaiser watched as Chigiri held Kunigami's hand and led him to the hallways. The German ace of Bastard Munchen fumed in insecurity, seeing how familiar Chigiri was with the hallways leading to Kunigami's room.

In his anger, he walked in haste to the cafeteria to eat breakfast instead.

****

Kurona and Hiori were about to enter their room when they saw Kunigami and Chigiri dancing along the hallway. The two guys stood still, mesmerized at seeing the two other players like the two in question were in some sort of a romance movie.

Kunigami twirled Chigiri gently, and the princess then landed his hands on the fallen hero's broad shoulders. The princess, then, leaned on his boyfriend's chest as the latter swayed them gently from side to side, a romantic embrace in a romantic dance.

"Ah, feels like watching a movie. Damn, damn," Kurona said in a half-whisper.

"I didn't know Ego was into Disney," Hiori whispered back. "This feels like we are watching 'Sleeping Beauty' in the flesh."

"Kaiser-san will explode if he sees this," Kurona whispered again. "Fun, fun."

"Better let him be jealous, then," sadistic Hiori replied with a grin. "I side with Kunigami in this."

"Me too, me too," the introverted shark boy remarked.

Finally, Kunigami and Chigiri noticed the two guys and stopped dancing.

"Oh, it's fine, really," Hiori said with an embarrassed smile. "We are okay with you flirting in front of us."

"Yep, yep," Kurona said too.

Chigiri smiled sheepishly, while Kunigami only stared at them with no emotions in his eyes. The two other guys went inside their rooms to get ready for their day. With Hiori and Kurona gone, Chigiri and Kunigami continued dancing until they decided to get inside Kunigami's room.

Kaiser only had a piece of toast and dark coffee, and he was not in the mood. So by the time he went back to the halls leading to his room, he saw Kurona and Hiori looking at Kunigami and Chigiri doing their fairytale dance. He felt another round of jealousy in his heart.

If only it was him holding Chigiri in his arms...

****

As the athletes had their schedules for the day, Chigiri did not take that long in Kunigami's room. Kunigami said he would visit Chigiri tomorrow night, which made Chigiri smile from ear to ear. Finally, his Rensuke would visit him in the English stratum. And it would mean that Nagi and Reo would have to room in with other Manshine members for the meantime.

Chigiri was about to exit the German stratum when Kaiser called him. To the German ace's dismay, the Manshine redhead still looked at him with disdain.

"Now what?" Chigiri asked impatiently.

Kaiser knew it might be the last time he would see Chigiri in his blue dress, with his feelings for the other. He knew he had to let go, seeing how sweet Chigiri and Kunigami were earlier. He knew that should Chigiri be coming back to the German stratum cosplaying, for example, Mikasa Ackerman, he hoped there will no longer be feelings involved in his part. (And though he was aware of "Attack on Titan" because of the Japanese members who talked about it, he was not aware it was Chigiri's favorite anime). Kaiser was an a**hole, but all that getting another's lover was all talk. He knew that if someone belonged to another, there was no way he would be a couple's villain.

Chigiri's eyes narrowed when he saw the German ace, but his eyes turned curious soon when he saw something he could not decipher from Kaiser. The other looked wistful.

"You know I like you."

"I know."

"Very much."

"Obviously," Chigiri said as he flipped his red hair. By now, after his rendezvous with Kunigami in the latter's room, he let his hair down.

"But seeing how you look so intimate with Rensuke Orange, I figured out I have to let you go."

Chigiri was speechless. There was no way this German blue rose was backing out. He did not like the attention, of course, but he was stunned because unlike Kaiser's demeanor in the field, the German seemed to back out that easily. He was glad, in a way. He thought he had to suffer for a long time and put up a fight every time he'd visit the German stratum.

"Sweet. I suggest you be contented with who you have by your side," Chigiri said.

Kaiser nodded wistfully. "I know."

They both know who Chigiri was referring to. But before Chigiri could walk away, Kaiser called to him again.

"What is it again?"

"Don't be so mean to me, Red. I'm not eating you alive. I have my first and last request, if it's fine."

Chigiri huffed before asking what Kaiser wanted. But he was shocked to learn that all Kaiser wanted was to hug him.

"Yeah, sure, come here," Chigiri said coolly. He was secure with his relationship with Kunigami, but a platonic hug from his end would not be too bad. "It's for my notorious fanboy."

"I'm not notorious," Kaiser replied.

"Yes, you are," Chigiri said.

Kaiser stepped forward and gave Chigiri a hug. It seemed like just a minute for the redhead, but for Kaiser, it was a treasure worth a lifetime. He did not know what love or a crush is, but having this giddy feeling towards the redhead must be it. Sadly for him, he had to let it go.

After the hug, Chigiri gave him a smile and walked away. Kaiser learned that losing someone like this and letting go must like be losing in the field to an opposing team.

As he was pondering over the end of his puppy love, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him casually. He turned around and saw Ness standing behind him. There was nothing like eye hearts in Ness' eyes. Only that kind of look that the other Germans would give Kaiser when they talked to him.

"The cafeteria has a new vending machine, if you have noticed."

Kaiser ate his breakfast in anger earlier, so he did not notice the vending machine.

"I haven't. Why?"

"I got you chocolate milk," Ness said nonchalantly. "I placed it in your room."

And Ness walked away. In an instant, something lit inside Kaiser. Ness had always been by his side, and yet, he maltreated his midfielder a lot. But then, Ness had never forgotten that Kaiser never liked milk or any white food. The midfielder getting him chocolate milk instead was... sweet.

Someone really did care for him.

"Alexis, wait!"

Ness turned around and asked. "Why?"

"Where are you going?"

Ness gave him a confused look before replying, "Back to my room with the guys. You told us we will be having practice this morning, and our gym workouts in the afternoon, remember? You switched the schedules yesterday. I'm getting ready."

Kaiser smiled. He had forgotten about it. He went to Ness and gave him a hug, which made Ness blush and very confused.

"Did... something happen, Michael?"

The midfielder felt that there was something in Kaiser's embrace, but it made his heart flutter.

"You really remember many things I say, Alexis," Kaiser whispered before giving Ness a tighter hug. "You're the best."

Ness wanted to cry. He did not know what happened, but having Kaiser's undivided attention for once was making him happy.

"Let's go," Kaiser whispered. "Let's practice."

He walked Ness to the room the midfielder shared with the other Germans in Bastard Munchen before Kaiser went to his own room to get ready for practice. And right there on the bedside table was the chocolate milk Ness got for him. He took the milk from the table and looked at it, a smile painted on his face.

****

Indeed the next night, Kunigami visited Chigiri in the English sector. Nagi and Reo were kicked out of the room, so they stayed in the planetarium the whole night, enjoying the artificial stars and talking about their lives in Hakuho High.

Whenever Chigiri would visit Kunigami in the German sector, Kaiser still felt some regretful longing, but he was doing his best to really let it go. Besides, it was only recently that he realized that Ness was cute, and instead of bullying Ness like he used to, he preferred pinching and squishing Ness' cheeks, much to Ness' annoyance at times.

****

Bachira got the parcel he asked from Ego, and went to the German sector to visit Isagi.

The first person who met him at the entrance was really Isagi, who just happened to pass by.

Isagi's jaws dropped upon seeing Bachira. The bumblebee from Barcha stood with his legs spread, right hand in salute to Isagi, left hand on the waist, a wide smile on his face. Bachira cosplayed as Tiffany from SNSD's "Genie" MV.

"Isagi, I’m genie for your wish," Bachira said.

--end--

PS:

Up next is the planetarium at Bastard Munchen

[esotericas-sims]

Chapter Six

Magda left me a series of directions to get myself back to Villa Battaglia. They were, apparently, a rather well-known family, in Rome. I passed by a girl as I left, though I do not now recall if we spoke. Hers was a face I will remember forever; even now, with her blood on my hands. Round and soft, with large, sleepy blue eyes. She was always barefoot.

Mischa.

We must have met, that night, because no formal introductions were ever made between us. She simply knew my name, and I hers.

As I walked, I heard my name called from somewhere beyond me - distantly, accented.

"Marie?" It was a young man, voice deep but without the gravel of proper adulthood. And he was as un-Italian as I was - a German, I thought.

Perhaps my father had sent people to look for me. That would be a pleasant surprise.

I set off in the direction of the voice. My arm still ached, but the wood remained, even out of the strange little paradise of Magda's home, magical. And indeed, the person I found when I arrived was not a man, but a teenage boy - fifteen or sixteen, sandy-haired.

"Bist du Marie?" [ Are you Marie? ] He asked me. Certainly a German. I did not know the tongue then - I still only know the beginnings of it. Hideous language, German - but I knew enough to understand him. I nodded.

"Mein Name ist Wolfgang. Mich hat dein Vater geschickt, Conrad. Ich soll dich zurückbringen." [ My name is Wolfgang. Your father sent me, Conrad. I'm supposed to bring you back. ] The words washed over me, alien in my ears. I stared at him for a moment, and then caught my father's name. Again, I nodded. What was a German doing in Italy? What was I doing in Italy, for that matter? This all seemed so odd. Contrived; a German and a French girl walk into a bar. The bar is in Italy. The year is 1790! What an absurd turn of events. This felt less believable than the beast in the woods, or my dreams of fire.

Still, I had already lost track of Magda's directions, and was hopelessly lost. There was nothing to do but follow him.

It was some time before we reached Villa Battaglia again, longer than I remembered walking. But perhaps Magda had walked some distance when she saved me? I could not say. A guard allowed me in, and I barely had a chance to bid Wolfgang a clumsy "Danke-" before I was dragged off.

My father waited within, I was told. And he was not pleased. Above us, though I learned this only later, was a gallery of observers: the children Battaglia. We will meet them formally later.

I tiptoed over to my father, cautious of the mud on the hem of my dress, and nervous of what he would say about my new wooden limb. Still, I was glad to see him. The house was warm and beautiful, a beautiful terrarium in which I was a butterfly, protected from the night and the elements outside.

I sat down next to him, and he turned to face me.

"That was utterly irresponsible of you, Manon! I can not believe you would do such a thing. Disobeying me, and wandering off. You could have been kidnapped, or attacked." I did not know how to tell him that I was attacked. How could he not see the heavy, glaring wood of my arm? But he didn't seem to notice.

"If you pull something like that again, you'll be sleeping in the stables with Ophelie again. Do you hear me?"

"I did not get lost on purpose!" I said. "You should have let me come in. What sort of father leaves his daughter alone at night?"

"What sort of daughter-" He began to retort, but fell silent. He just stood, and turned away from me. "We were going to leave in the morning, but we are leaving now. Come."

Our spectators watched from above, silent.

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Transformers animated Season three liveblog: Spoilers!

Onto our next episode! LET'S GO!

I was WAITING for this one! let me tell you!

A prowl and lockdown centered episode? This was worth the wait. Anyway, time for me to shit on sentinel again. (As usual, dialog is in alt text.) The gang goes on a mission to follow an energy signature, prowl does some cool ninja moves while him, jazz, optimus and sentinel look. JAZZ TIME BABYYY- I love jazz <3

until they find out they've been tricked. Aw man. :(

SENTINEL JUST. FUCKS OFF. thats not suspicious or weird AT ALL.

..Hey, wait a minute. I know that helmet!!! prime, run!

THEN SUNSTORM SHOWS UP!! TEEHEE!!! :3 THE SUNNYYY honestly his flattery would.. work on me haha- "Keep going." I say, flustered /silly

GO GET EM' BOYS! NINJAAAAA GO!

OH FUCK OFF. COME ON BRO... Way to scare them, aft-hole.. as usual, he treats this like a joke and goes "You guys should've seen the looks on your faceplates!"

anyway, so then primes like "Heyyy... how did you do that? How did you capture the starscream clone?" and even jazz is stunned.. no one believes this is possible and uh. I didn't either. Something's up. and then sunstorm goes on a little rant as usual..

sidenote btw, i love sentinels stupid eyebrow raise/annoyed expression. Like, I hate him, but it makes me giggle. like, look at him. it's so childish, really fits his personality.

"Huh, that's odd.. sentinel never cuts anyone off when he's being praised.." also made me giggle lol- I love this show

anyway, so then the crew goes to the elite guard ship and..

THE BLITZWING!! THE BITCHING!! THERE, RIGHT THERE!!! also swindle!! :3

but at this point me and my sister were like "there's no way he did this without help. it's sentinel we're talking about here." ALSO YAY!! THE JET TWINS!! i love them so much you don't understand. they're so silly.

jetstorm just wants to look cool for the ladies okay? wants to rizz them up as the kids say. /SILLY!! SILLY! I think this scene was really cute. look at his little pose.

also in my last liveblog i said that jetfire was french. He is not french. I would like to formerly apologize, as somehow my brain heard him and went "oh hes french" when they are clearly eastern European?

also "How did you capture this badness bot?" I love them i'm sorry. the accents just add to it for me I find them so charming, like blitzwings silly german one.

Anyway they start questioning sentinel and then he's like "NUH UH!! also don't tell me how to do my job!" then optimus tells prowl how he saw that.. familiar helmet. prowl gasps, and then..

PROWL LORE TIME YAYYY!!!

This fellow is introduced, and I quite like his design. Black, white, and gold are always good colors. Anyway, young prowl has been apprehended by this big scary red guy.

so prowl. did something, but this master.. *looks at my notes* yoketron, tells warpath (big red guy) to let him go. to which hes like "If you ask me, he should rust in the stockade!!" LIKE OKAY BRO. prowl.. didn't wanna fight and like, ran. big whoop. and then prowl and yoketron talk a bit more. We learn that yoketron took prowl under his wing and this is how he learned his cyber-ninja stuff. we also learn that prowl used to be quite the "delinquent" and loner because quote "Why should I risk my chassis for anyone? Nobody has ever risked their chassis for me!" his past in this episode explains his behavior in early season one, AND his behavior in season two with "a fistful of energon."

After prowl talks to jazz about their old sensei's helmet, sentinel interrupts and is like "that old guy?? pfft- hes been offline for like. ever. hes probably rusted." then fucks off for.. "patrol." prowl and jazz follow, only to see he's disappeared. HMMM... We also see some training with yoketron and prowl again.

Prowl and jazz can't find sentinel. oopsie! so they go back to the ship.

MORE TWINS YAYYY!!

their flabbers are GASTED.

HE GOT LUGNUT!!!

love this interaction, optimus's stammering is killing me.

another prowl and yoketron training montage. Yoketron is proud of prowl, and then reveals something, after giving prowl his iconic weapons. Then shows him something important.

hey? see that empty pedestal? Yeah, keep that in mind. That's important. Yoketron says that it belonged to a former student who brought shame.

He reveals that the cyber-ninja's mission is to protect these protoforms, the next generation. If project omega fails, then they will have no choice but to go to drastic, desperate measures and turn them into warriors. Yoketron worries for the survival of them, no matter the outcome. ..Horrifying. I hope nothing bad happens. (ominous foreshadowing)

After failing a task, yoketrons like "ah, dw about it." and tells him to go on a mission, and become the cyber-ninja he knows him to be. Present prowl wanders the halls, and finds sentinel there, calling someone.

He steals a thing and prowl stops using his hologram disguise when he's done and goes "hmmm!!! thats suspicious! that's weird!" and goes after him.

saw this, thought we were gonna go a vampire baseball route with this one.

THE WAY I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET!! MY HORRIBLE MAN, MY SHITTY BLORBO IS BACK!!

anyway, prowl is rightfully pissed off and the goes to beat the shit out of sentinel (not really but yknow. a girl can dream.) Apparently, the asshat stole a gyro stabilizer from the ship but it was all a big diversion. A ruse. Also, the lying clone, ramjet is here! yippee! my favorite clone!

Sentinel essentially goes "Oh so you were right, BIIIG deal buddy.. You guys make so much stuff about fighting cons but i'm capturing them!" I CAN'T WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER. ON GOD. YOU TEAMED UP WITH LOCKDOWN?? LOCKDOWN. ALL FOR A LITTLE POWERTRIP. SENTINEL? WHEN I CATCH YOU. SENTINEL-

Then ramjets like "ooo like at me, helpless and disarmed.." and prowl goes "SENTINEL EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS A LIE, YOU FOOL, THIS IS A TRAP!!!" and fighting begins! "We had a deal!!" and lockdowns like. "Skill issue dude. they offered me better stuff. more upgrades and energon. sorry i guess."

The boys (prowl and lockdown are fighting) when some interesting dialog happens. Lockdown asks what that move is supposed to be (i forget the first part of the name but it has sigma in it) and is like oh thats pathetic, and then prowl does more moves, to which lockdown responds: "Is that circuit-su? I'd laugh if it wasn't so pathetic." prowl is like HEYYY buddy how tf do you know that.. and then lockdown drops lore and goes.. "Never cared much for yoketron's spiritual crud. ..But I did like that helmet.." flashback time!

The dojo is in shambles. Indicating someone broke in. And JUST when me and my sister thought this couldn't get any worse, it did, as usual. Prowl runs, only to find..

The protoforms have been stolen. Taken by force. The implications being these were given to the decepticons to be made into other well.. decepticons. This is. awful, actually. Primus..

And to make matters worse.. Prowl finds yoketron, but..

PEEPAW DOWN!! jokes aside HES DYING. but prowl is determined and opens his sparkchamber thats actively fading. With one protoform left, prowl climbs down and grabs the body. Only for master yoketron to do this after being brought back. Giving some wise advice, and he passes away, going grey and offline.

THE LOCKDOWN LORE GOES CRAZY OH MY GOD...

Prowl is rightfully angry, they fight, and backup arrives w/the jet twins and optimus. More fighting, prowl is trapped, gets taken into lockdowns ship, he escapes, more fighting, etc etc.. they win! Also jazz's "woah bro.." is real haha.

Lockdown gets away, and then they go back to the ship, with cliffjumper telling them the news about magnus. ..I know that they're like "he's recovering" but there ain't no way peepaws living past this point.

HE LOOKS SO COOL AUUUHGHGHGH- i love his original design but god. this looks sick.

Sorry for this being like, longer. guess I had more thoughts? I don't know. Anyway, can't wait for the next one! BANGER episode!!!

[ironwoman18]

Guns & Blue Roses - Part 2

Chapter 2: Two guns volley with thorns

Ever since Yoichi joined Bastard, his relationship with Kaiser and Ness was awful. They made fun of him, they stole the ball from him and stood in the way to block his shots.

Isagi was getting annoyed and he told Sae while he was getting ready for school the next day.

“he did what?!” Said Sae, annoying.

“It was the winning goal, I shot and he stole it and they count it as an assist instead of a goal for me”

The red haired boy rolled his eyes and sighed “I should have known Michael Kaiser would be like that. I heard rumors about him being... Umm... Difficult but never like this”

Isagi sighed back “he's an amazing play and I don't have a doubt that he will become a superstar in the future but he is so annoying and he isn't letting me do my job” he was frustrated.

“Yoichi... Listen to me... You need to create a weapon that can beat him. Use your eyes, you have a good pair of eyes you can use against him. I know you can do it. Besides I doubt he's better than Leonardo Luna”

“I'm not sure about it. I haven't seen them in a match before” he checked his watch and sighed “I have to go, Sae. Talk to you after my training”

“Ok, bye Yoichi. Take care” they hung up and he left for school.

That day he was focused on finding ways to defeat Kaiser. It was harder than expected because he was better than him in physical stats, they can predict the opponent movement and the possible goals.

On his rest he received a message from Leo.

🌛: DUDEEEEE!!!! Sae told me and I think you should try this in order to defeat that shitty emperor. 

Attached video...

Isagi watched it and smirked as the idea crossed his head. He once shot with his left foot, however he never tried again because it wasn't his good leg.

But Leonardo Luna was hinting this to him, he wanted Isagi to be ambidextrous.

That day he headed to his gym, today they were free of practice so he can work on it there.

“Hey Thomas” said Isagi, smiling, his German was getting better and he was feeling proud of it “what should I do to become ambidextrous?”

“Well you need to use your non- dominant leg to pass, do passes with it. Try to concentrate on that task to force your brain to focus on it and build a muscle memory so you do it by instinct rather than a rational thought” Isagi nodded.

He worked out and between exercises he used his left foot to dominate the ball or dribbling, this forced him to go by instinct since his brain was tired.

In the end he managed to have some progress but he will continue to work on it in his free time or at home.

He knows he wasn't a genius, he was able to adapt to his rivals and learned from them in order to win but he wasn't like Leo with also an amazing strength, tall and powerful. He was small, with good muscles but he would never compare to his best friend.

The following days Isagi went to practice or the gym, working on his left leg, his stability was getting better and his control was getting better day by day but didn't show it yet to his friends and teammates.

“Ichi... Are you going to join us today after practice? We want to go to the movies” said Ben, one of the defender midfielders.

“No, thank you Ben. I'm going back home early, I have a test tomorrow” the boy sighed.

“Oh man that sucks, your school is very strict, right?”

“Yeah, definitely. It was a math test” Ben’s face was one of shock and nervousness.

“I hate math dude” he said biting his lip “wish you luck” Isagi laughed softly.

“Thank you man” he smiled and left.

He went back home and after getting a few snacks and a energy drink to study, but his shock was huge when he walked in and watched Sae and Leo in his room.

“G...guys?! What are you doing here?!” Said Isagi looking at them.

“Hello Yoichi” said Sae, smiling which was something weird on him but still looked good “Well... This airhead guy...” Said him pointing at Leo, who smiled “...felt like you needed his help to defeat Michael fucking Kaiser”

“Hey!! Sadistic idiot!!! You can't tell me you didn't want it too” said the blonde boy hitting Sae’s back.

“Ouch!!!” Said Sae, making Yoichi laughs “whatever Ichi...” It was the first time Sae used that nickname on him “we need to get to work with it”

“B...but I have a test tomorrow” Isagi wasn't the brightest guy in math, so he needed to concentrate really hard on that subject.

“Let's see...” Leo looked at it “Japan’s genius can help you later” said him, smirking at Sae “he's great at this” this made him roll his eyes.

“I'm really wondering why I'm friends with you at all”

“If you are going to help me, then I would like to practice with you two” 

The two older boys smiled, Leo took Yoichi's football and they left to an empty football field.

“Ok Yoichi... Show me your control with your left foot”

He did it and they were impressed that in a couple of weeks he was able to do it. This kid was amazing, what a thought both of them had.

Sae took his time to practice with him with his left, passing and shooting. Leo wasn't by any means an ambidextrous but as he was watching Isagi getting better by the minutes, this made him feel excited and this filled his ego and his need to surpass him.

They were working on this when a group of kids from the other houses walked in the field and they looked at the three guys.

“A...are you Isagi from Bastard?” Asked one of the kids and Yoichi nodded, and they got excitedly “can we play with you and your friends?”

“What's he asking?” Whispered Sae.

“If I was the player from Bastard and if you want to play with them” Sae looked at Leo and both nodded.

Yoichi smiled and nodded to the kids. They went to meet the kids and they realized who the other two were and they were in shock.

In front of them there were Sae Itochi and Leonardo Luna from Real Madrid so they asked for their autographs and after that they joined the kids for a match.

Sae and Yoichi were on the same team and Leo played for the other.

Isagi was so happy to receive Sae's passes again and smiled when he got them. He was able to defeat Luna’s defense one or twice thanks to Sae’s vision.

But Sae was sending passes only for him to control or shoot with his left leg, which were difficult but he was getting better at those and he remembered how Sae received the ball so made sure to just copy his style.

Isagi was running on the left side of the field and received one of Sae's passes and Yoichi could feel the goal from that place so he just shot with his left leg, it was from an impossible angle, almost reaching the end of the field and he scored using his left leg.

All the kids, Leo and Sae were impressed by that and congratulated him for that goal.

In their next play, Isagi thought Sae made a mistake because the ball was going to his right foot.

“That’s weird, he hasn’t sent me a pass to my right foot” he had his eyes on the ball as it fall, however, Leo and another defender from the other team sandwiched him from both sides “shit… they are blocking my two legs, Leo read Sae’s pass and blocked my right leg and the other player is blocking my left in case I decided to use it”

Then a memory came to him.

Isagi was watching a Bundesliga match. Bastard München vs Berserk Dortmund.

His eyes were glued on Noel Noa but he noticed some other player there. His name was Dennis Müller.

He was their second striker but he was really creative with his moves. Isagi activated his metavision and analyzed his movements. 

Two defenders from Berserk tried to block him, so he fainted with his left and shot with his right foot and scored.

Dennis was a powerful player and managed to score like that.

With this in mind he did the same. He fainted with his right but his faint was different since he moved his leg over the ball which left a world class player as Lune stunned and Isagi instead of controlling the ball like he normally do, he shot midair and scored.

His favorite weapon, the direct shot with his left and right foot evolved in case he was in the same position as right now.

Sae jumped on Isagi as well as his teammates who were amazed by this. The match ended with his goal and they left the field and headed to his house talking about that goal and how he was getting better at using his left leg and they told him he was ready to show it to his team.

Isagi was proud of himself for coming up with this play.

At home, after a shower they ate something his mother cooked for them and they helped him to study. They will stay for a couple of days so after practice he showed the city to them.

It was fun to hang out with them again.

“I missed talking to you guys,” said Yoichi, looking at the horizon.

“Yeah, same here” said Leo, already fired up to face him again then he watched at Sae and said “I will go get some more of your mother’s food before I leave”

He left the room and Sae stayed there with Isagi.

“Sae/Ichi” said them at the same time and started to laugh then Isagi said “you first”

“No, you first” he sat on his bed looking at the dark blue haired kid.

He took a deep breath and looked at him “I know you have a little brother already, Rin, but ever since we met, you have become like a brother to me and I was wondering if you… if you could be my big brother too” he asked blushing and looking down.

Sae smiled, he was a very stoic person but, Yoichi had become like a little brother to him too. His affection towards him was different from Rin’s. 

He felt like he needed to protect Rin from himself but with Yoichi he felt the need to protect him from others. That’s why he decided to come here just to help him and Luna just happened to join him in his quest.

Sae took longer than expected to answer which made Yoichi worry, did he make a mistake? Was it inappropriate? And right when the younger boy was about to talk Sae said in a strangely sweet voice “of course Ichi… you can be my other little brother, and it’s not like you weren’t like a brother but now I guess we can make it an official title”

Yoichi hugged Sae and smiled big “thank you big brother” Sae felt happy to hear that little since he left Japan, almost two years ago.

“I will ask your mom record the next game, I have to see you playing and use that new shot”

“She will be more than happy” he smiled big “by the way what were you wanted to tell me?”

“Oh well…” he was serious all the sudden “Carlos left the team”

“What?… why?!”

“His father was sent to Barcelona so he is now at La Masia, with the Barcha”

“Oh no…” Isagi was in shock, Carlos loved Real Madrid and knowing he had to leave the team was sad.

“Now their defense has increased significantly since we faced them” he sighed “he’s definitely a great goalkeeper so it will be hard the league will be interesting”

“Sure thing” Isagi smiled then they went downstairs, Mr. Isagi drove them to the airport and they left back to Spain.

That weekend the Bastard and Berserk youth teams will face each other and like the main teams, they were sworn rivals.

“The starting eleven against Berserk will be Bachman; Rodriguez, Hansi, Switch, Mikel; Benz, Ness, Hendrix, Falco; Isagi, Kaiser” they nodded.

This match started as usual, Kaiser and Ness were trying to attack on their own and the other team was predicting that. Falco was a good player but he wasn’t working with Kaiser and Ness so, when he finally got the ball from a match up he won against his opponent, he lifted up his head.

Kaiser had a double mark, Ness was useless but his eyes connected with Isagi so he threw a pass from right to left.

Isagi did the same goal he practiced with Sae. He reached the end of the field lifting his head and shot with an effect that made the ball curve and get in the further post.

Ness was in awe, like if he was under a spell. Yoichi did something magical, football should be fun and magical and Yoichi did it.

Falco and other players jumped on Isagi to celebrate. They opened the score with that impossible goal, meanwhile Kaiser was both angry and impressed. 

He knew Yoichi was good but him using his left leg was something he wasn’t expecting.

Then Kaiser scored his own goal with a badass celebration, showing his tattoo on the neck. 

Berserk was trying to stop Bastard but the awakening of their strikes was bad news, Yoichi wasn’t able to score before so no one in the league knew about him.

This helped him to score again, this time Ness considered passing to him from left to right, at that angle his direct shot was perfect for him to score.

“What the heck?! Ness!! I was open!!” Said Kaiser, frustrated and confused by his puppy’s decision.

“No, you weren’t Kaiser” said Ness in a serious tone “you had the two central backs on you and a little bit deeper in the area was their right fullback. Yoichi was open so I trusted him” he looked at Kaiser with fired up eyes “my passes will be for the best possible place on the field” 

Kaiser could feel it, the magician was awakening before his eyes.

In the end the score ended 6-0 for Bartard. Three goals for Kaiser and three for Isagi so they both received a ball from the match.

It was Yoichi’s first hat trick so he was pretty excited. After it they took a shower and Kaiser was outside of the locker room. He was waiting until Yoichi walked out.

“Hey… Yoichi,” said the blonde boy. Isagi got nervous, and after all he took Kaiser’s spotlight “good game…” it wasn’t his normal behavior but Isagi nodded, thanking him “I know I had been an idiot but… this was my team because you came but umm I guess I will have to share it know”

To be honest, the Japanese kid was taken aback by his German teammate but Yoichi wasn’t one who remained angry at someone for too long “it’s ok Kaiser” he smiled “maybe next time I will even send you a pass” he smirked and left.

Kaiser rolled his eyes but smirked too, he was happy to have someone who seemed capable of being his rival.

Falco became Isagi's practice passer and they were a very good duo when they were together, Ness was also sending passes to Isagi, to Isagi’s surprise they were as good as Sae’s but, of course, nobody was rival to his passes.

Their next match was really easy as well for them. Bastard was a well-oiled machine and you can see the players having fun playing.

“So this is how it feels to play football with Yoichi... It's fun but also challenging” thought Kaiser as he was receiving a pass from Isagi, the colocation and the power of it were perfect for his Kaiser Impact.

Ever since he joined Bastard, Ness was his only passer, mostly because he asked him for that due to his lack of thrust in others but he was willing to accept Yoichi's passes and play with him.

Months passed and Isagi and Kaiser started to become friends outside of the field.

On the anniversary of him being arrested because some guys accused him, he walked towards Isagi after practices.

“Yoichi... Can we go for an ice cream?” It was weird, Kaiser seemed so serious and asked that so casually but he accepted.

They walked in silence until they reached one of the best ice cream shops in town and ordered two cones, then they left eating it and chatting about normal things.

They reached a nice place with the sunset in the background and they sat down.

Kaiser looked at Isagi and said “I wanted to tell you something I haven't tell anyone, not even Ness and I hope you keep my secret”

“Of course I will” Isagi promised to him and Kaiser told him.

Isagi listened, without judging him or saying anything about it. Kaiser was thankful for that, in his fifteen years on the planet he never felt so vulnerable and yet so protected.

When was done explaining his shitty pass and how he met Ness, Yoichi just patted his back softly and smiled, a sweet and kind smile.

“It sounded awful and terrible. I'm glad that you manage to get out of it and I'm thankful for the man who got you out of jail and into football” he said, still smiling “and I know I'm so different from you because I have two loving parents but...” He turned to the horizon “I-I hate that I can't have a stable home... I'm not sure if my father will be transferred tomorrow or in a year or never, I can't tell if we will move to Russia or to Alaska... Or even going to Australia or an African country... I don't know and I don't like and I DON'T want to keep losing friends... Am I a selfish person? Am I ungrateful?”

Kaiser was taken aback as he never saw Yoichi crying nor breaking down like that but his instincts told him to do something so the only thing that his body could do was hugging the petit boy.

Kaiser was in shock by his own actions, he wasn't like that, he never hugged someone and he was even more surprised that Yoichi hugged him back.

He never felt anything like it, his teammates never hugged him after a goal, his father only laid his hands on him to hurt him so, this new sensation felt foreign for him but also felt right with Yoichi.

They stayed there for a couple of minutes, without talking, Isagi wiped out his tears and blushed softly from embarrassment “I'm sorry... I just needed to vent this... I never tell this to anyone, not even Sae” he looked down to his feet.

“You aren't selfish nor ungrateful... You are just a kid who wants to belong somewhere and... It might sound cheesy but I'm happy for your dad's job because I met someone who pushed me to keep getting better and someone I'm having fun to play with” Kaiser smiled, not his usual smug smile or a smirk, it was genuine and Isagi smiles as well.

“Want to join us for dinner and movie night?” He asked with a big smile “tonight is horror night and my mom usually cook Spanish dishes called tapas, they are small portions of food to share. They will have wine and both of us will have sodas”

Kaiser wasn't sure about it but his enthusiasm was contagious so he nodded ppand both walked to the Isagi house.

Yoichi made sure to text his mom. He texted her in Japanese which surprised Kaiser “you actually can speak, read and write in Japanese?”

Isagi laughed “yeah, my mom made sure I learn it because it's my native tongue, my school teach English, German and Japanese”

“I'm impressed, I struggle with normal school and my English sucks” he laughed “you are a smart one” 

Isagi blushed softly “I can help you with it” he smiled “I can teach you English if you help me with my dribbling and upper strength”

“Deal” they high-five sealing the deal.

When they arrived Yoichi’s dad was putting the fourth plate on the table and looked at them “oh Ichi! You arrived just in time and this is your friend” He walked to him, his father was talking in Japanese then turned to a broken German “Michael, right?” 

“Yes, I'm Michael” he said as Mr. Isagi held up his hand, Kaiser held it and they shook it.

“Is it better if we switch to English? It's easy for me though” said the man and Kaiser nodded even though he wasn't good at it “ah! perfect, go wash your hands so we can eat” 

And they did it, in the bathroom Kaiser said “I'm in trouble...” he was whispering “does your mom also speak in English?”

“Yes but don't worry, I'm sure they won't speak to much, the movie and the food will get them too busy to speak”

But Yoichi was wrong, their dinner was Spanish but not tapas, it was a paella and they spoke to Kaiser a lot.

Luckily for Kaiser, Isagi managed to translate some words pretending to help him because he forgot the English word in German or if he needed a synonym but in reality he was saying key German words so he gets the question.

And it worked pretty good for them. When they sat down for the movie Isagi said “mom can we put German subtitles? I want to see the differences between what they said in English and German” he lied, in fact it was for Kaiser. His mother nodded and kissed his cheek softly “hey! Why was that for?” He blushed.

“You are a good kid Yoichi” she said and did as he asked. Of course she knew, she always does.

All this was witnessed by Michael who felt a pain in his heart, like he wanted that too. He never felt jealous of others but tonight he did, he was jealous of this beautiful family.

Mom and dad sat together on the sofa while Michael and Yoichi sat on another sofa.

The movie was The Exorcist, a classic. It had Yoichi jumping now and then in some scary parts and laughing softly at the practical effects from the 70s.

While they were washing the dishes “So did you like it Michael?” Mrs. Isagi asked in broken German.

“Yes, I did. I never watched this one but I will definitely watch again with Alexis” he smirked knowing Ness will freak out.

“Great! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Please come over more often. I love it when Yoichi brings his friends” Kaiser didn’t miss the fact that she put stress on the word friend “because the kids from school only came to do some projects but he never said “friends” to them. In Japanese is easier knowing who is a close friend since we address someone to their last name but our close friends are addressed by their common name”

“Thank you for saying this because I didn’t know Yoichi considered me a friend”

She smiled and looked at her son who was with her husband cleaning the living room “my son is so shy but he’s loyal so, be sure he will be there for you so I want you to keep an eye on him and you are invited to come more often” 

Kaiser nodded “sure, I will” he smiled and they were done with the dishes he left to the Bastard’s dorms. But before he left Mrs. Isagi gave him some food and a motherly hug which made his eyes get watery but he managed to stop the tears before falling.

And for the following three years this was a normal thing to do. Kaiser visits them after practice, plays video games or board games, also watches movies or binge watches a tv show. In the end, even Alexis joined them and he also felt Mrs. Isagi’s love. 

On the other hand, he helped Yoichi to get stronger by doing the same exercises as him until he got a nice physique and his two gun volley became a power shot that rivals the Kaiser Impact but they didn’t compete anymore for the spotlight, they were a well oiled machine.

“And now the young players to be part of our new generation eleven are: goalkeeper: Carlos Gomez from FC Barcha; defenders: Don Lorenzo from Ubers, Marc Andre from FC Barcha, Damon Lapadula from AC Milano and Julian Matteus from Berserk Dortmund; Midfielders: Gabriel De Jesus from Real Madrid, Sae Itoshi from Real Madrid and Matthew McCartney from FC Gunners; attackers: Michael Kaiser from Bastard München, Leonardo Luna from Real Madrid and Yoichi Isagi from Bastard München”

The news of a Japanese striker in the New Gen Eleven reached Jinpachi Ego which made him smirk.

“If that kid... Isagi Yoichi could do it, why couldn't we recreate what he learned and reproduce more powerful strikers?” He said with his ego projecting from his eyes. “He's playing in the same team as Noel Noa so he's a world class player. Miss Anri, keep looking for our candidates... We need more Isagi Yoichis in our country”

OOooOOooOO

I hope you liked this one, it had a bit of development for Kaiser, Isagi and Ness friendship.

I made the decision that our boy will be a New Gen Eleven.