#various types of gym bags

[lori11hen2ry]

Best Gym Backpacks Selection

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[kamotecue]

the morning after ✮ l. walti

pairing: lia walti x fem!reader

summary: after what happened last night, this is how the relationship progressed.

part one, two, three and four.

the sound of birds chirping had awoken the brunette, her eyes had slowly looked around—analyzing the unfamiliar room. her head was clearly aching, as she brought her hand to her head, groaning a bit as she couldn’t remember what happened the night before.

“mein kopf hämmert. [my head is pounding.] “ the swiss said, as she gazed at the table—a bottle of water and a tiny bowl holding two pills was seen. she hummed, before taking the pills, opening the bottle of water.

as she stood up, freshly pairs of inside slippers were at her feet given by you to use. she slipped her feet in before heading to the door, not before looking back at the bed—the two framed football shirts caught her attention.

it was a match worn mapi leon shirt, that had it’s signature at the bottom right—and her national jersey that had walti on the back, her eyes caught attention at the signature at the top left.

“oh, nein.” she groaned probably realizing who’s bedroom this was. finally, the brunette made her way out of your bedroom, going through the hall—taking a glance at the living room, to see you peacefully sleeping.

the blanket was covering you, as you quietly snored. a soft smile made it’s way to her face, as her eyes looked at the table. your hearing aids were settled there, nothing else.

she went closer to you, kneeling on one leg contemplating if she should wake you up. but her eyes simply adored your face, she raised her hand to trace your face and as she did, you had slowly opened your eyes.

your eyes followed as she simply withdrew her hand, quickly standing up and heading away from you—your cheeks flushed red as you cleared your throat.

your eyes settled on your hearing aids, you had grabbed them, quick putting them on in case the midfielder had said anything.

“what happened last night?” you shrugged, leaving the arsenal player looking a bit stressed causing you to chuckle.

“nothing did, i was at a pub and you ended up knocking your drink on me.” you replied, leaving out the fact that she did vomit on you and in the car. after the needed shower, you had cleaned the car, making sure it was spotless and that it didn’t stink.

“that’s it?” lia asked as you hummed.

“not really, the drinks you and your team had were unpaid. so, i covered for it.” you said, as you got up stretching your arms.

“are you perhaps hungry?” you turned to look at her, “if you aren’t, i can drop you off at your place.”

“that would be great.” you grabbed your keys before getting your kit bag. gesturing for her to go first, she did.

if you were to describe how the car ride felt, it was silent. you got the idea that she was embarrassed about what happened so you kept quiet, not wanting to add fuel to the fire—or to make her uncomfortable.

before she exited the car, you handed her a bento box—figured that if she ever skipped a breakfast, the box would be a better option. it was filled with various types of fruit, crackers and a juice box. you bid goodbye before driving off, you had training the day as well.

meanwhile at the arsenal training grounds, the said brunette had pulled up in her own car, there were fans as she politely smiled and greeted them. swinging the strap of her kit bag over her shoulder, before grabbing the bento box.

her teammates had grinned as they knew she also was hungover. but the medicine that you gave had helped it. as it was gym day, lia made her way through the building—joining the rest of her teammates who were there.

“what’s this?” leah said, lia’s work wife as other people would say—gesturing at the box the brunette had placed.

“i haven’t opened it.” a confused look came across the english captain’s face, as she carefully opened it—revealing the pre made snack box, the one you made.

“so, strawberries, sliced apple pieces, kiwi, crackers and a juice box.” kyra said, as she appeared over, greeting her two teammates with a smile.

“is this a secret admirer?” leah teased, as lia scoffed before closing the box herself.

“there’s no one.” the swiss said, as the two teased their friend—heading back to their work out. but a small smile appeared on the brunette’s face.

[futfemfantasies]

Kisses ~ Sam Kerr x Matildas!reader

Ever since Sam leaned in and kissed you for the first time in your car on a rainy first date, she has used the simple gesture as a form of love. On the flight back to London you're missing Sam just that little bit extra so you think of all the different types of kisses Sam would give you.

Rushed forehead kisses

You and Sam both play your club soccer in England but for different teams. You for your beloved Arsenal with Steph, Caitlin and now Kyra and Sam for her Chelsea. This meant you both trained on different days and left early in the morning while the other was still asleep. Today was one of those days. You had the day off while Sam had a 8am training and gym session straight after.

The bed dips slightly as you feel a light touch on your face. You open your eyes to see Sam softly smiling down at you while you adjust to the light in the room.

"Good morning my love. I have to go, but I wanted to say bye"

You lean up and give Sam a quick hug before she quickly kisses you on the forehead and bolts out the door. You laugh to yourself as you heard Sam trip on her pair of shoes you asked her to move at least 3 times in the past day.

Knuckle kisses

Sam surprised you with a short 4 day holiday away in the English countryside since you both were injured and your teams are playing away this weekend. Your shared bag is in the car and you couldn't be more excited to have some alone time with Sam. Sam walks quickly to your side and opens the door like the gentlewomen she is and you give her a kiss as a thank you. You being the designated passenger princess in the relationship meant you get to control the music for the trip.

As the buildings passed and various music genres have been sung by both of you, Sam moves her hand from your thigh and grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. You blush at the gesture and squeeze Sam's hand 3 times as a silent way to tell her you love her.

"What's that for baby?"

You ask in confusion.

"Nothing really. I just adore you so much and I wanted to show it"

Sam looks at you with her trademark smile and you melt then and there. That was the moment you knew that you were going to marry this girl.

Grateful kisses

It's one of those days again where you had the day off and Sam had training so you decided to do the grocery shopping before you and Sam were meeting up with Steph, Caitlin and Macca for dinner. As you turned the trolley down various aisles, you noticed some of the chocolates that Sam enjoys and decided to surprise her with them. Grabbing the sweet treat, you turn around to see a bouquet of her favourite flowers. You put them in the trolley and continue of with your shop.

When you arrive home, you put the treats and flowers on the kitchen bench with a note that reads just because xx . You put all the food away in its place and you remember the Mount Everest of laundry that's on your bed. As you started folding, you hear the front door open.

"Baby?"

Sam calls out as she rounds the corner to see the flowers and treats.

"Bedroom!"

You hear quick and heavy footsteps before two strong arms wrap around your waist and kisses flooding your cheek and the side of your neck.

"Thank you for the flowers and chocolates"

"I remember you said you liked them so I bought them for you"

Sam turns you around and holds your hips close to her. She moves a small piece of your fringe away and holds your cheek like it's made from glass. Sam's lips join yours and the kiss sends you both end up on top of the laundry.

"I'm so grateful for you and I don't tell you enough"

"You show me in different ways and that's all that matters. I'm grateful for you too Sammy"

Shoulder kisses

Sam had a late training and media duties day again for Chelsea so you decided to make her favourite dinner. After getting back from the store 30 minutes before Sam was due to arrive, you quickly got to work in the kitchen. Just as you put the wooden spoon down from stirring the pasta, you feel arms around you and small kisses on your shoulder. You lean back into Sam and she mumbles something into you shoulder.

"What was that honey?"

"I said, it smells like home in here"

Sam replies with a sad tone.

You turn around in her arms and caress Sam's cheek with a pout on your face.

"At least we're going back for Christmas break. Only 2 more weeks my love"

You say hoping to cheer up your now fiancé.

"I guess you're right. Having you here with me helps that home sickness go away"

"You name it and I'll do my best to help babe"

Sam smirks at your suggestion and you playfully hit her chest.

"Not like that you perve!"

[queenofdragons12]

Deep, Deep | Ghost and König

Upon receiving the esteemed invitation to join Task Force 141, you found yourself moving into your new living quarters, which you would be sharing with two of the most formidable members of the elite squadron. As you entered the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as you were met with the stoic gazes of your roommates, König and Ghost, who were already comfortably settled in their respective beds. The atmosphere was palpable with tension, their silence a stark contrast to the chaotic anticipation that usually accompanied a newcomer's arrival.

Ghost broke the silence with a remark that resonated with the gravity of his British accent, "You're quite the silent type, aren't you, rookie?" His eyes, a haunting shade of grey, bore into yours from behind the sinister skull mask that was a signature part of his intimidating persona. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine, yet you managed to maintain a cool demeanor, recognizing the importance of not allowing them to see you as a pushover.

Turning your attention to the imposing figure of König, who was lounging on his bed, you noticed that his sniper hood was pulled low, casting his face in shadow. His gaze, however, was unmistakable and intense. You chuckled slightly in an attempt to ease the tension, "Well, I like to keep my cards close to my chest, Ghost. And I don't just spill my life story to every Tom, Dick, and Harry I meet."

König, with a head nod, acknowledged your words before speaking up with his thick Austrian drawl, "You seem rather young, new recruit. What is your age?" The question hung in the air, his piercing gaze never leaving yours as you felt a slight knot form in your stomach. You replied calmly, "I'm 24, or so I believe." The uncertainty in your voice was a subtle defense mechanism, a way to keep them guessing.

The room remained still, the only sound being the rustling of your belongings as you unpacked. Ghost's gaze lingered over you, his eyes flicking from your face to the various items you pulled from your duffel bag. His curiosity was evident, and it was clear he was sizing you up, trying to determine what kind of person, and more importantly, what kind of soldier you were.

"Ah, so you're a spring chicken," Ghost mused, a hint of amusement in his tone. "What's the command's logic in assigning a whippersnapper like you to our care?"

König's head tilted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. His silence was more unnerving than the constant barrage of questions and comments. You met Ghost's gaze with a determined look, standing up straight. "Maybe they think I've got something to offer. Or maybe they just don't want me to get bored." You delivered the line with a cocky grin, your eyes never leaving his.

The dynamic between the three of you was charged with a strange mix of competition and curiosity. As you finished unpacking, you felt their eyes on you, assessing your every move. You decided to take the initiative and introduced yourself. "The name's Rookie. Or at least, that's what they're calling me today."

The tension grew thicker as Ghost took a step closer, invading your personal space. "And what makes you think you can handle the kind of work we do here, Rookie?" His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of weakness or doubt.

You remained unfazed, pushing back against his intimidation. "I've got what it takes," you asserted, poking him in the chest with a firm finger. "And just because I'm not as chatty as you two doesn't mean I'm not capable."

The smirk that played on Ghost's lips grew as he took a step back, conceding the moment. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his voice low and enticing.

König, ever the observant one, had been watching the exchange with a knowing look. He chuckled under his breath, the sound muffled by his mask.

You decided to break the awkward silence with a declaration. "Alright, I'm going to hit the gym and work off some of this nervous energy. Time to show you two what I'm made of." With that, you grabbed a water bottle and a hair tie, and began to pull your hair back into a tight ponytail. The simple act of tying your hair out of your face made you feel more in control, more ready to tackle the challenges ahead.

As you turned to leave, you threw a smug smile over your shoulder. "See you boys around." With that, you sauntered out of the room, leaving your roommates to ponder the enigma that was their new addition to Task Force 141. The click of the door closing behind you was the only sound in the room, and as you walked away, you could feel their eyes on you, curious and, perhaps, a little intrigued by the mystery that was you.

~~~~

Upon entering the spacious and well-equipped gym, you are greeted by a familiar and authoritative figure, none other than your commander, John Price. His firm yet friendly demeanor fills the room as he approaches you with a warm, "Hello there, Y/N. How are you finding the new day?" The question lingers in the air as you gracefully take a seat on a nearby dumbbell, feeling its cool metal against your skin.

"They seem alright," you reply, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you think of your recent interactions with your dormmates. "My dormmates are quite pleasant, actually."

John chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, yes, I can see the curiosity in your eyes. Ghost and König are indeed a fascinating pair to say the least," he comments, clearly aware of the reputation the two men have garnered.

His smile widens into a knowing grin, reflecting the countless tales of their escapades that he's undoubtedly witnessed. "They're quite the duo, I'm sure you'll find them intriguing," he adds, patting you on the back reassuringly.

You nod thoughtfully, considering his words. "They certainly are. It's like they have a silent language of their own," you muse, referring to their apparent ability to communicate without words, which you've observed since your arrival.

John's gaze lingers on you for a moment before he speaks again, "Just remember, they can be as complex as they are charismatic. They're both very adept at reading people, which is essential for what they do." His tone is a mix of admiration and caution, hinting at the depth of their skills.

With that, he excuses himself, leaving you to your workout routine in the vast, mostly deserted space of the gym. As you begin to warm up, you feel the comforting solitude that comes with being the first to arrive. You start with some light stretches, feeling the tension in your muscles gradually ease as you prepare for the more strenuous exercises ahead.

Midway through your workout, the door to the gym opens, and in stride two figures that immediately command attention: Ghost and König, your enigmatic dormmates. Ghost is clad in a simple T-shirt and a pair of workout pants, which hug his muscular form, showcasing his well-defined biceps and the contours of his abs. Meanwhile, König opts for a black tank top and jogging shorts, displaying his own physique with confidence.

Ghost's piercing gaze sweeps the room, searching for the perfect spot to begin his training. His eyes fall on you, and for a brief moment, you hold his gaze before you continue with your weights, giving him a curt nod of acknowledgment. He returns the gesture, a silent understanding passing between you as you both focus on your respective activities.

The two men set up nearby, their movements fluid and efficient as they begin their workout. Despite their own exercises, their eyes seem to be magnetically drawn to you. They watch you intently, studying your form as you move from one piece of equipment to the next, your workout clothes clinging to your body in a way that leaves little to the imagination.

Feeling their gaze, you decide to give them a show they won't forget. You head over to the bench press, a piece of equipment that you've mastered over the years. As you begin your set, you're acutely aware of their eyes upon you, scrutinizing your technique, and you revel in the attention.

The clank of the weights and the rhythmic sound of your breathing fill the air as you push through your reps. Ghost and König don't miss a beat, their eyes never leaving your body as you lift the barbell with ease. They seem particularly captivated by the way your muscles flex and the determination etched on your face.

Once you've completed your set, you wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead and glance over at them. With a self-assured smile, you hoist the barbell back onto the rack and make your way to the mat. You collect your phone and other personal items before standing up straight, giving them a respectful salute.

Their eyes follow you as you exit the gym, and you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as you notice their lingering stares on your retreating figure. As you leave, the sound of the gym door closing echoes behind you, leaving the two men to their own devices.

In the aftermath of your departure, you can almost feel their gaze burn into your back as you saunter out of the room. It's not lost on you that they enjoyed the show, but you know better than to engage in any banter with them, at least not yet. They are, after all, men of their own world, and you respect their boundaries.

As you walk away, you catch a murmur of German from König, which is met with a playful smack on the arm from Ghost. The subtle interaction between them makes you wonder what they're saying about you. You can't help but feel a bit flattered, though you know it's best to keep your guard up.

Their nods of acknowledgment as you leave are the last thing you see before you step out into the hallway, feeling the cool air wash over your heated skin. As you make your way back to your dorm, you can't help but think about the complex dynamics that lie ahead with your new living arrangements. It's clear that you're in for an interesting experience with these two enigmatic individuals, and you're eager to see how it all unfolds.

~~

It’s been a few weeks since your arrival at Task Force 141, and it seems to be a place where you’ve truly found your niche. You’re growing increasingly fond of the camaraderie and the shared sense of purpose that comes with being part of such an elite unit. As you sit in the mess hall, the familiar aroma of subpar military coffee fills the air as you engage in a light-hearted conversation with Samantha Maxis. Her words resonate with the ease of friendship that’s been blossoming between you, and the atmosphere is one of comfortable companionship, filled with laughter and the occasional ribbing.

Ghost and König are positioned nearby, their backs to you, but you can feel their eyes lingering over your form as you chat. They’ve been doing so frequently, especially after catching you during your intense workout sessions. Your physique has not gone unnoticed, and it’s clear that their interest in you extends beyond mere professional respect. As you sip on the coffee, the taste reminiscent of the sacrifices made for the sake of duty, you can’t help but feel a slight thrill at the attention you’ve been receiving from your comrades.

Samantha leans in after a particularly amusing anecdote, her expression growing a tad more serious. "You're aware they're into you, right?" she says with a knowing smile. You feel your heart skip a beat, and you play it off with a chuckle. "What? Ghost and König? No way," you reply, feigning ignorance. Her laugh is a bit too knowing for your comfort, and she gives you a look that says she’s seen right through your act.

“Oh, come on, don’t be so naive. They’ve been ogling you like you’re the last piece of meat on Earth for the past couple of weeks,” she teases, her voice dripping with mirth. The visual makes you blush, and you take a long sip of your coffee to hide your embarrassment. "Well, that’s flattering," you concede with a sigh. "But let’s be realistic here. It’s not like anything can come of it."

Samantha’s smile fades a bit, and she looks at you with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Why do you say that? You’ve got two of the most eligible bachelors in the entire task force drooling over you. That’s the kind of thing most girls would kill for."

You can’t help but blush deeper into your cup. "Because if they do decide to make a move, I'm pretty sure I'd be overwhelmed by their… enthusiasm," you admit, trying to keep the conversation light. "Besides, I'm not exactly relationship material. I'm a little too…complicated for that."

Her eyes narrow as she considers your words. "Don't sell yourself short. They're not just any soldiers, they're the crème de la crème. If they've set their sights on you, it's because they think they can handle you, in every sense of the word."

You stand up, the chair scraping against the floor as you do so, and you offer her a warm smile. "Thank you, Samantha," you say, trying to keep the doubt from seeping into your voice. "But I think I'll just keep things as they are for now."

As you turn to leave, you cast a quick glance at the table where Ghost and König are seated. Your gaze meets theirs, and you offer them a tentative smile, one that holds a hint of the nervousness you feel. They return the gesture, Ghost's smile a crooked smirk that speaks volumes of his interest, while König nods with a look that’s a blend of respect and something else, something that makes your stomach flip.

Their eyes follow you as you make your way out of the mess hall, tracing your every step. You can feel the weight of their gazes, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Samantha's words echo in your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's any truth to her teasing.

Once you're out of earshot, Samantha marches over to the duo, slapping her hands down on the table with a thud that makes them both jump. "What the—?" Ghost starts, but she cuts him off with a glare.

"You two need to get your heads out of your asses and make a move," she says bluntly. "Y/N is a catch, and if you don’t do something about it, someone else will."

They exchange a look, and you can see the wheels turning in their heads. Ghost seems skeptical, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "What makes you think she'd go for us?" he asks, his voice gruff.

Samantha smirks. "Oh, please. You're both blind if you can't see it. She's into you both, and she's just as out of your league as you think she is."

König seems more open to the idea, his eyes lighting up with hope. "But how do we know for sure?"

Samantha rolls her eyes before dropping a bombshell. "Tonight’s the ball. Ask her out. Show her a good time, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get lucky." With that, she struts away, leaving the two men to stew in their thoughts.

Ghost watches you leave, his expression pensive. He's convinced that you're too beautiful, too perfect for someone like him. Meanwhile, König is more optimistic, holding onto the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Samantha's words are true. They sit in silence for a moment, the cacophony of the mess hall fading into the background as they mull over their conversation.

Ghost finally breaks the silence. "She’s right, you know," he says, his voice low. "You are too good for us."

König nods slowly, his eyes still on the spot where you exited. "But we can't just sit around and do nothing," he argues. "We have to at least try."

The two of them sit there, contemplating the gravity of their feelings and the potential consequences of acting on them. They're both aware of the risks involved in pursuing someone like you, someone who's as much of a force to be reckoned with as any of the missions they've undertaken together. But the allure is too strong, and the thought of letting you slip away is unbearable.

The ball is tonight, and with it comes the opportunity to take the first step. Whether it leads to love or heartbreak, one thing is certain—life in Task Force 141 is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

~~

Standing before the ornate, full-length mirror, you can't help but feel a sense of regal grandeur wash over you. The intricate decorations adorning your hair shimmer and dance as they catch the light, perfectly complementing the sleek and sophisticated gown that clings to your body. It's as if you've been transformed into a queen from a distant, opulent kingdom. You gaze at your reflection, admiring the way the fabric hugs your figure and pools elegantly around your feet.

Samantha laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she regards your reflection. She stands by your side, grinning. "You truly look like a goddess," she says, her voice filled with a hint of amazement. Your eyes wander over her own stunning visage, noticing the way her own attire clings to her curves. "You're not so bad yourself," you reply with a smile, feeling the warmth of camaraderie and shared excitement.

With a playful bump of your fists, the anticipation of the evening ahead builds. You then reach up and clasp the grand, golden dragon pendant around your neck. It settles in place, nestled just above the valley of your cleavage, adding a touch of mythical allure to your ensemble. The dragon seems to come alive, its eyes gleaming with an inner fire that matches the passion you feel.

Samantha's mischievous smile widens as she takes in the sight of you. "We're going to have those guys worshiping the ground we walk on," she predicts, her confidence infectious. You giggle, feeling the thrill of the challenge. You offer her your hand, adorned with rings that glint and shimmer. "Let's go show them what we're made of," you say, a mischievous glint in your own eye.

As you lead the way out of the room, you both glide through the doorway, your movements as graceful as if you were floating. The ballroom that awaits is a vision of opulence and splendor. The walls are draped with luxurious fabrics, the chandeliers cast a warm glow upon the gleaming floor, and the air is alive with the hum of anticipation and the sweet scent of exotic flowers.

You make your way to the drink table, intending to sample the beverages on offer, when you feel the warmth of hands on your shoulders. You whirl around to find Ghost and König standing behind you, their gazes raking over your form with unabashed admiration.

Ghost's eyes rove over your attire, lingering on the delicate hair decorations and the gown that frames your figure so exquisitely. "You're absolutely radiant," he murmurs, his voice thick with appreciation. Your cheeks color slightly at the compliment. "Thank you," you reply, "You two clean up rather nicely yourselves."

König's eyes twinkle with amusement as he looks at you. "Liebling," he says, his accent wrapping around the word like a caress, "You look absolutely stunning." Despite the sudden warmth that floods your body, you maintain your poise, tilting your head slightly as you process his words.

The two men escort you to the far end of the ballroom, where a set of four plush chairs beckon. As you sit, they position themselves on either side of you, their arms wrapping around your waist as if claiming you as their own.

John Price takes the stage, his voice echoing through the grand chamber as he begins his speech. But even as you watch him, you're acutely aware of the hands that continue to explore your body. Ghost's fingertips trace a delicate path along your thigh, sending shivers up your spine and causing your pussy to clench with desire.

König notices your reaction and follows suit, his own hand moving higher, his touch a silent promise of the pleasure to come. You struggle to ignore the heat building within you, focusing instead on the words of the evening's host.

The speech concludes with a flourish, and the room erupts into applause. As the clapping dies down, Ghost leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "We have something we need to discuss with you," he says, his tone hinting at secrets and hidden desires.

You nod, the anticipation making your heart race. As the crowd around you mingles and laughs, you can feel their eyes on you, but it's the hands of Ghost and König that hold your full attention.

When you turn to face them, they look at you with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "What is it you wish to tell me?" you ask, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within.

They exchange a knowing look before Ghost speaks. "We've noticed that we can't help but stare at you, and it's not just because of how beautiful you are."

König nods in agreement. "We've been feeling this… connection," he adds, his voice low and seductive.

You smile, a knowing look in your eye. "And what is this connection you speak of?"

Ghost clears his throat. "We both… We've both been thinking about you a lot, and we wondered if you might consider… exploring a relationship with us."

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. "What type of relationship are we talking about?"

They look at each other before Ghost continues. "A very intimate one," he says, his hand tightening on your thigh. "We want you, in every way possible."

You laugh lightly, your hand brushing against the scales that now cover your skin. "Oh, you mean having me in your bed between your legs?"

They both smirk, their eyes gleaming. "We're not talking about a one-night stand," Ghost says, his voice dropping to a growl. "We want all of you."

König's thumb traces a gentle path on your hip. "And we know that you're not like other women," he murmurs, his eyes on your chest where the scales have begun to emerge. "We're aware of your… unique qualities."

You lean back against the wall, the cold stone a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. "You think you can handle a dragon born?"

Ghost's eyes narrow. "You're not just saying that to tease us, are you?"

You shake your head. "You'll find out soon enough," you reply coyly.

The room goes dark for a moment, and when the lights come back up, you're standing by the dance floor, next to a tall, silver pole. The DJ nods to you, and a slow, sensual song begins to play.

With a smirk, you beckon the two men closer. "Let's see what you've got," you challenge.

Their eyes widen as you begin to dance, your movements sinuous and mesmerizing. As you strip away the layers of your clothing, scales emerge, glinting under the soft light. Your eyes flash gold, and your snout elongates slightly, a hint of the creature you truly are.

Ghost and König are frozen in place, their eyes locked onto you as if you were the most exquisite treasure they've ever laid eyes on. They watch as you wrap your body around the pole, your scales shimmering and your tail slithering along the floor.

You lean back, the scales now covering your entire body, and address them with a smoldering gaze. "You can take me now, my loves," you purr.

Ghost recovers first, his hunger evident in his eyes. He approaches you, his hands claiming your hips with a possessive grip. "You're going to be the end of me," he murmurs.

You smile, your sharp claws tracing a line down his chest. "Maybe," you say, "But first, you'll have to show me what you're made of."

With a growl, he leans in, his teeth grazing your neck as you wrap your legs around him. You guide him closer, eager to feel the fullness of his desire.

König watches from the sidelines, his own need clear in his eyes. "You sure you can handle this?" he asks, his voice a rumble of desire.

You look at him over your shoulder, your eyes flashing gold. "You'll just have to wait and see," you say, your voice filled with the promise of untold pleasure.

And with that, you lean back and let Ghost claim you, his passion a fiery embrace that leaves you both breathless and wanting more. The ballroom fades away, replaced by the heat of the moment and the promise of a night that will be remembered for centuries to come.

As your gaze meets his, a mischievous smile graces your lips before you decisively pull his pants apart to reveal his already erect cock. "Damn, Ghost," you murmur with a mix of awe and excitement, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of his impressive arousal. Without wasting another moment, you lean in and wrap your eager mouth around his length, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from him. His head falls back as he succumbs to the sensation, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as if trying to anchor himself in the face of such intense pleasure.

The tension in the room is palpable as you notice the Nanasko standing nearby, his own pants removed, stroking his erect cock with a vigor that mirrors your actions on Ghost. He seems to be watching the scene unfold with a hungry gaze, which only serves to fuel your desire. You can feel his eyes on you, his arousal almost tangible as he observes the passionate display before him.

Ghost's eyes never leave yours, a storm of lust and need swirling in their depths. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. "Scheisse, darling," he grunts through gritted teeth, the German expletive rolling off his tongue like a declaration of war on restraint. His body jerks slightly with every stroke of your tongue, and you can see the effort it takes for him to hold back.

With a knowing smirk, you open your legs wider, offering yourself to the advancing Nanasko. "That's the idea," you murmur around Ghost's cock, the vibrations of your voice sending tremors through him.

König's hands come to rest on your hips, his touch firm and possessive. He seems to be fighting the urge to take over, to claim you fully in that moment. "Scheisse," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sounds of your passionate encounter. His body presses against yours, his erection a clear sign of his desire.

You continue to work your magic on Ghost, your mouth and tongue moving in a tantalizing dance that has him on the edge. He hisses as you let out a moan of your own, his hands tightening around your hips in response. "You're gonna make me come like I'm in heat," he gasps, his words a desperate plea for more.

König's chuckle is dark and filled with promise from behind you. "Ready for this, darling?" he asks in a low, seductive tone, his accent thick with desire. The way he speaks his mother tongue sends shivers down your spine, and your pussy clenches around his cock involuntarily.

You pull back slightly, your mouth still wrapped around Ghost's shaft, and hum in response to his question. He groans at the sensation, his eyes practically begging for release. "Scheisse," he curses again, his voice strained. "You're going to make us both lose it like a couple of uncontrollable teenagers."

König leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Can you even understand him when he talks dirty in German?" he asks playfully, his English tinged with a hint of his native language. You feel his hand slide up to cup your breast, his grip firm yet gentle, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak.

With a smirk, you pull back and swivel your hips slightly, releasing Ghost's cock with a pop. "No," you admit with a cheeky grin, before leaning back down to continue your oral ministrations. "But it's hot as fuck."

Ghost's eyes roll back in his head as you begin to use your tail, wrapping it around his cock and moving it in tandem with your mouth. "God damn," he whispers, his voice a ragged mess of pleasure.

König's response is a low growl, his own hands moving to caress your other breast. "Ich habe so lange gewartet, um dich so hart zu machen," he says, his voice thick with want.

Ghost's grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain, his eyes snapping back to you. "Fuck," he hisses, his body trembling as you continue to tease and pleasure him with your tail and mouth.

The sound of their combined moans fills the air, creating an erotic symphony that sends your own arousal soaring. You revel in the power you hold over these two powerful men, their bodies yours to command and manipulate as you see fit. The anticipation of what's to come is almost too much to bear, but you're not one to shy away from a challenge. You eagerly await the moment when you can feel both of them inside you, claiming your body in a frenzy of passion that knows no bounds.

Your body's response is escalating rapidly, as the intensity of the moment causes you to emit a series of agonized moans from the profound pain that seems to resonate deeply within your core. Kkonig, the relentless force behind your current predicament, is in no hurry to relent, continuing his unyielding assault without a moment's pause. His powerful manhood, a symbol of his primal dominance, penetrates you with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt as to his intentions. Each thrust feels like a hammer driving into the very essence of your being, demanding your submission to the raw, unbridled passion that fuels his every movement.

With an unwavering dedication to the task at hand, your tongue wraps itself around the thick shaft of Ghost's erection, the muscles coiling and uncoiling in a dance of unparalleled skill. His manhood, already swollen with the need for release, seems to pulse with excitement at the touch of your warm, wet flesh. You can feel the tension building within him, his body a coiled spring ready to unleash a torrent of ecstasy. And just as you manage to swirl the tip of your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his cock, you feel the beginnings of his climax.

The room is filled with the sounds of passion and pleasure as both men reach the pinnacle of their desires simultaneously. Kkonig's powerful strokes become more insistent, each one driving deeper into your quivering pussy, his cock swelling even further with the imminent release of his seed. Meanwhile, Ghost's hips jerk forward as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensation of your expert oral ministrations. The precum that has been steadily gathering at the tip of his penis now gathers into a pearly bead, signaling the onset of his orgasm.

Both men, lost in the throes of passion, let out their respective cries of release. Kkonig's deep, guttural grunts echo through the room, a testament to the power of his climax as he fills you with his hot, sticky essence. At the same time, Ghost's body convulses, and you feel the warmth of his semen as it spurts forth, coating the back of your throat and leaving you gagging slightly from the sheer volume of his load.

The shared moment of ecstasy is palpable, the air thick with the scent of sex and the musky aroma of male release. You're both thoroughly spent, your bodies trembling from the exertion and the intensity of the shared experience. Yet, the bond between you seems to have grown stronger, the intimate connection forged in the heat of passion leaving an indelible mark on all involved.

With a sense of reluctance and satisfaction intertwined, you slowly shake your head from side to side as if to clear the fog of pleasure that has overtaken you. In response to this subtle yet commanding gesture, Konig gently pulls out of your slick, swollen pussy, the sound of your flesh releasing his cock echoing through the air with a tantalizing pop that seems to resonate within the very fabric of the room. The sudden absence of his thick member from within you sends a small shiver down your spine, but it's a shiver of delight rather than one of coldness.

As if in a trance, you release your grip from around Ghost's rock-solid erection, allowing it to spring back slightly as it's freed from the confines of your tight fist. You then lower yourself down to the cool, solid surface of the stage with a grace that belies the intense intimacy that has just transpired between the three of you. Your legs, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of your recent climax, give way slightly, and you find yourself sitting down, the stage floor feeling surprisingly comforting against the sensitive skin of your naked backside.

"Wow," you murmur, your voice a soft, breathy exclamation of wonder that seems to carry on the very air currents around you. "That was… much better than I could have ever imagined." You pause for a moment, your eyes closing briefly as you revel in the feeling of your body's natural fluids mingling with the sticky evidence of your arousal. You can't help but let a small, contented smile play upon your lips as you reach down with your fingers, gently tracing the path of the cum that's slowly trickling out of your pussy. You lift one leg with a coy grace, allowing the fluid to flow more freely and giving you better access to the sweet mess. You bring your hand to your mouth, licking the mixture of your own juices and the men's cum with a deliberate slowness that speaks volumes of your satisfaction.

The two men, unable to contain their amusement at your brazen display, laugh heartily, their eyes never leaving the erotic sight you present. "Careful there, darling," King warns playfully, his voice thick with desire as he reaches out a hand towards you. "Don't go making us hard again so soon. We've got a whole night of partying ahead of us, and we wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun, now would we?"

In a swift, almost teasing move, your tail, a mesmerizing blend of power and elegance, snakes around King's wrist before he can make contact. You give it a gentle squeeze, a silent reminder of the boundaries you've set for the evening. "Ah, ah," you chastise lightly, the sound a soft, seductive purr that seems to dance around the room. "You two have had your fun for now. It's time for us to get back to the party. We've got plenty of entertaining to do, and I'm not about to let a little thing like this distract us from the main event," you say, your tone playful yet firm.

Their laughter subsides, but the smoldering hunger in their eyes remains, a testament to the passion that still lingers in the air. They know that while you may have set the pace for now, the night is far from over, and there will be plenty of opportunities for them to indulge in the pleasures you so readily offer. For the moment, however, you stand firm, your resolve unshaken as you prepare to continue the festivities, leaving them to wonder what other delightful surprises you have in store for the both of them as the evening unfolds.

[strawberrystepmom]

pokemon trainer au! gojo x f!reader. reader is a fairy gym leader and satoru is league champion and a flying type trainer. a bit of world building! we discuss fairy gym leader and satoru's first meeting and their future plans a bit. wc 2.6k

part one, part two (you are here), part three

divider by @/cafekitsune!!!! 🩵

Unsurprisingly, the news of the current League Champion stepping down spreads like wildfire and you chuckle while spooning cereal into your mouth and leaning against the counter in your kitchen, Skitty eyeing you desperately from the floor below begging for a bite.

You scoff at her and point toward where her bowl lies a few feet away, full to the brim, and she rubs her tail against your calves while you lean over the counter and narrow your eyes at the TV, chomping on another perfectly soggy mouthful while watching clips of Satoru’s recently televised battles as Champion flash across the screen.

“Damn he’s good,” you mutter to yourself as if it’s a surprise. You know very well how good Satoru Gojo is, it’s why you’ve spent the last three years refusing his requests to battle. He has no reason to battle you other than bragging rights and you know his ego to already be overly inflated even if it is rightfully so and you’ve been satisfied with your decision until now.

You’ve spent two days trying to figure out why he asked you on this journey in the first place, stuffing your long forgotten camping gear and various repel sprays and medicinal sprays in the largest bag that you own while pondering every aspect of why. Why you?

Thinking back throughout the years, you remember every interaction you’ve had with the man fondly. Perhaps it’s the teensy crush you’ve always harbored for him painting the memories as sweet or maybe he is simply sweet beneath the brash and arrogant exterior. People are capable of being more than one thing at once, an important lesson you’ve learned in your life. You met him when you were still going to school and he was a member of the Elite Four, your shock seeing the way he and his Sneasel worked together against a schoolmate of yours was enough to catch his attention.

The two of you were the same age back then, fifteen, but on two clearly different paths - he was destined to become Champion and your own future felt undefined but free, something you’ve always craved.

He winked at you that day in response to your wide eyes and parted lips and you’ve never forgotten it. Not that he’d ever let you, the starstruck look is something he manages to sneak into almost every conversation the two of you have had since. Clearly it had an effect on him too and you’ve been quietly smug about it for a long time.

“And now we have a few words from the Champion himself. Mr. Gojo?”

You nearly choke on the mouthful of cereal you’re working on swallowing, holding your chest while Skitty chirps happily at your near imminent demise. You’ve always been certain she’d be the first to eat you if you were to die so you glance down, shaking your head, before gluing your gaze back to the man on the TV with a glistening grin as wide as the screen he’s upon. It’s a surprise to see him, you were certain he’d let his spokespeople do the heavy lifting, and it does nothing to answer the question on your mind of why he picked you.

He would be infuriating if you didn’t find him so charming. His hair flops over his eyes, big and blue and beautiful as ever, and he is wearing a suit which is something you don’t think he has ever truly done before. You know the PR around this must be a nightmare if they’re hauling him onto daytime television in a suit likely designed by the finest designer in Johto and sheer amusement makes your lips twist into a smile seeing him nod politely to each question he has been asked. 

“Thank you for giving me the time to talk about my future plans,” he grins and you scoff, Espeon now joining you by hopping on the counter. You start to fuss at her but stop yourself as soon as Satoru begins speaking again, his head bowed humbly. Whatever he’s saying goes in one of your ears and out the other, your eyes trained on the way his pretty mouth moves instead of what he’s saying, and Espeon chirps at you. You toss her a glance and reach for the remote, turning up the volume to actually listen to the man on the screen.

“How can someone call themselves a Champion if they aren’t rising to every challenge they can?”

Nodding, you’re surprised that’s the public reason he’s giving. Perhaps he won’t mention the travels of the two of you at all and you are his mere escort, someone far more familiar with the routes criss crossing your home of Kanto and the other regions than he is, and if so, you’ll accept that although his pretty mouth looks a little less pretty when you remove the thought that he may have a thing for you as well from your mind.

“I need to challenge myself to be even better, to see this entire world, to experience every Pokemon I can and I’ve invited a friend along with me,” his words fade out when he says your name and mentions Camellia Town, the place you’ve called home for the last five years, and you watch the camera pan back to the surprised expressions of the show hosts. Despite their shock, he continues carelessly and your jaw drops as wide as it did the first day you ever met him.

“If you see us out there, don’t hesitate to stop and ask for a battle! My partner is capable of more than she lets on.”

Almost as if every one of your companions hears him, they all turn toward you and you sigh. Espeon blinks, Skitty begs at your feet, Piplup chirps enthusiastically at your snowy white Vulpix - they’re as ready for adventure as you are and you’ve taken it too easy on them.

“I know, I know.”

Throwing your hands up in surrender, you intentionally ignore the buzzing of your phone on the counter next to you. The screen lights up with messages from your friends and fellow gym leaders, one of your best friends’ names at the top of the screen. You read her messages and snicker to yourself, shaking your head.

Call me now. What do you mean you’re traveling with THE Satoru Gojo?????????

THE Satoru Gojo you’ve whined and pouted over for years?????

Oh this is delicious. I love you. Call me NOWWWWWWW.

Scoffing at the last message, you drag the device to your ear and listen to the dial tone on the other end, only to be met with screeching when she picks up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You groan at her words and hear her boyfriend chuckling on the other end, probably making her breakfast in his cozy little Dark type gym in the city. 

Some girls have all the luck and it comes in the form of raven haired gym leaders that think they hung the moon. Others get stuck with arrogant men that have the attention of the entire world on them at all times. You make a mental note to ask her for tips later but for now you play defense, shocked at the tone of your own very best friend in your ear.

“What was I supposed to say? This dude I’ve had a crush on for a decade asked me to go rough it with him?”

“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to say but you don’t talk to anyone about anything ever,” you let her go on a rant and you roll your eyes, pantomiming her words about needing to be better about telling everyone what’s happening with you. 

It’s true, you’re terrible about keeping everyone up to date even your own mother who you’re certain is calling you judging by the beeping you hear alerting you another call is coming through, but you figured by this point in your twenties everyone would just accept it. You’re old enough that you won’t be changed and it’s time for everyone to just accept it.

“Okay, well, next time the man you’ve loved for ten years shows up and asks you to run away with him you better call me. I love you!”

You return her admiration, smooching and making kissy noises into the microphone, before immediately ending the call and watching the screen fade to blissful blackness, no notifications for a moment. The television screen pans back to the newscasters who are still buzzing with your name and you know anonymity on this journey is a dream. 

Perhaps you should have known better from the start that it would be anything but a normal journey to travel by Satoru’s side but you have always been a little bit of a hopeless dreamer.

Your phone buzzes again and you sigh, looking down to see the name on the screen belongs to the man of the hour himself. Discarding your cereal bowl, you scramble to pick up the phone and press it to your ear.

“Did you see me?”

You snort, shaking your head while Espeon crawls across the counter to eavesdrop. 

“I did and you looked great. New suit?”

You swear you can hear how smug he sounds from the other end of the speaker and you roll your eyes for the tenth time in an hour, scooting back from the counter to bend at the waist and press your forehead against it. How are you still reacting to a crush this way at 25?

“Yeah somethin’ stupid they put me in to make me camera ready but I didn’t call for compliments although they’re appreciated,” you hum and giggle, wondering what he could have to say next. “Did you like my little shout out though?”

“No. I’ve been getting calls nonstop for fifteen minutes.”

Gojo chuckles and you want to wrap yourself in the sound like a warm blanket. It drips with his confidence but it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard and tomorrow’s deadline of his arrival to come get you starts to loom when your eyes fall on your half packed suitcase that is spread across the floor of your living room. To get your mind off of it, you switch gears and raise your brows, cheeks puffing out as you exhale.

“Satoru, can I ask you something?”

He hums affirmatively. His mind wanders a bit to what you could possibly ask or if you’re rethinking your commitment to take this journey with him. Was this morning too much? He has been reminded endlessly his whole life that he’s too much and from everyone else, it doesn’t bother him. From you, it would wound. He has always wondered what you really think of him, not just a fifteen year old version of you in a denim miniskirt with her mouth agape at his abilities. 

“Why did you invite me?”

He’s relieved you have no intention of wounding him after all and he plays off his relieved sigh with another chuckle, twisting his mouth to the side in the back of a car driving him from the PokeNews Network headquarters back to his high rise apartment in the city. The last two days have been a whirlwind of nonsense and he’ll be glad when the rush is over and the two of you are finally on the road to wherever the wind will take you next. The city rushes by outside of the tinted window and you wait for his answer, yanking your phone from your ear to scroll through your social media.

“Is it such a crime to want to get to know a pretty girl better?”

That’s the last answer you were expecting and it’s evident by the cough he hears on the other end of the phone. Espeon approaches you and rubs her head against your knuckles and you squint to read the name on the little dark screen.

“If you wanted a pretty girl I’m sure whoever @FlyHighGojo is must be pretty and would love to be by your side for the journey.”

Your eyes scan over the message in front of you eloquently listing out the ways you could never love the former Champion as much as whoever mans this account does and you laugh, swiping the app closed. He tilts his head, smiling despite himself. 

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your rabid fangirls? They’re currently on my feed in droves and now they know what I look like so I’ll be shocked if I don’t have a crowd outside of my house by the end of the day.”

He sighs, thinking quickly on his feet. There’s no regret about mentioning you, in fact he’s proud he was finally able to do so since he thinks about you all the time, but he does feel bad that the droves are out and seething over it.

“I’ll come get you before they have the chance. Be ready by 5.”

Looking back at your half packed suitcase, you groan.

“Really?”

“Really. We’ll start tonight instead of tomorrow.”

“Okay, but give my question a real answer first.”

Words dance in Satoru’s head yet he struggles to string them together. How can he tell you it’s because he has had a crush on you for ten straight years without sounding utterly pathetic? This is the most powerful man in the League and certainly a figurehead of the culture of your life and that of all humans who love Pokemon, who would he be if he admitted seeing the look on your face that day has haunted him since?

He was in love at first sight, he has just always been too preoccupied to worry about it. Now, it’s all he can think about.

“I’ve always wanted to get to know you better and I’m running out of time to do it.”

He has been League Champion for eight years, unstoppable in every single way, and he’s willing to walk away from it just to spend time with you. Your heart feels so heavy and light at the same time, a lead filled balloon, and his honesty seals the deal.

“Perfect. I’ll be ready for you at five.”

Amusement is all you hear from the other end of the phone, his laughter making you grin. You make him feel so blissfully normal that he forgets to be embarrassed by his slip of his true feelings.

“That’s all you have to say?”

You hum affirmatively, mirroring his own response to your prior question.

“I don’t want to make you sick of me before we even leave so yes, for now.”

Although he thinks it would be impossible for him to ever get sick of you despite the little bit of distance that still remains between the two of you, he appreciates your forethought. This trip is a means to finally win you over, uninterrupted.

“Alright. I’ll see you at five.”

He ends the call with your goodbye and confirmation of the plan and holds his phone to his chest for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly. Most of what he knows about you is secondhand information fed to him by the same friend who just accosted you for your plans with him, the two of them close thanks to her relationship with his best friend. She has filled in every blank he has ever had when it comes to you and he finds himself indulging in imagining you filling in the rest of it during his ride home.

Yes, this is a chance to get to know a pretty girl better but you aren’t just a pretty girl. You’re you. Patient, kind, funny, gracious…he could go on but stops himself, raising a perfectly arched white brow while he looks out the window and into the limitless sky, as blue as his eyes.

It’s time for him to figure out who he is if not Champion and he can’t wait to do it by the side of the most patient person he has ever met.

[brainddeadd]

Photos

there's not enough soft trev around

Trevor is the type of boyfriend who loves to capture little moments, especially when you’re not aware. He’s got this secret album in his camera roll titled “Y/N 🫶🏻,” and it’s filled with photos of you doing the most random things. He can’t help but grin when he scrolls through the album. It’s like his own little scrapbook of all the reasons he loves you.

1. Early Morning Glow: You’re standing by the kitchen window, sipping your morning coffee, wearing nothing but one of Trevor’s oversized hoodies. The sunlight pours in, making you look effortlessly radiant. Trevor grabs his phone, biting back a grin as he snaps the photo. You’re lost in thought, cradling the mug with both hands. He knows you’d roll your eyes if you knew, but to him, moments like this are pure gold.

2. Mid-Laugh Chaos: You’re in the middle of telling a ridiculous story, laughing so hard you can barely breathe. You’re leaning against the couch, eyes scrunched shut, hands flailing as you try to get to the punchline. Trevor quickly lifts his phone and snaps a photo, loving how carefree you look. He knows this will be one of his favorites—your happiness frozen in time.

3. Post-Gym Snack Attack: You’ve just returned from the gym, hair still damp from your shower, and you’re sitting on the floor eating chips straight from the bag. Trevor watches as you toss a chip in the air and miss it completely. He chuckles under his breath, snapping a photo of you pouting in frustration.

4. Mid-Nap Bliss: One lazy afternoon, you doze off on the couch with your head in his lap. Trevor brushes a strand of hair from your face, staring at you for a moment. His heart feels full, so he snaps a soft photo of you sleeping, your hand curled under your cheek. The peaceful look on your face makes it impossible not to capture.

It happens one day when you borrow Trevor’s phone to change the music. You’re scrolling through his camera roll to find a specific photo when the album catches your eye: "Y/N 🫶🏻."

Curious, you tap on it, and your jaw drops slightly as the first photo loads—it's you, mid-laugh, taken just last week. As you scroll through the rest, you see yourself in various moments: messy hair mornings, clumsy snack times, and peaceful naps.

Trevor walks into the room just as you're sitting there with his phone in your hand, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Trevor, what is this?"

He freezes for a second, then smirks. "Uh… evidence of how cute you are?"

You shake your head, torn between laughter and mild embarrassment. "You’ve been sneaking all these pictures of me?!"

“Guilty,” he says, plopping down beside you with a sheepish grin. “What? You’re adorable. Can you blame me?”

Despite your playful glare, your heart melts. "You’re lucky you’re cute, Zegras."

He leans over, presses a kiss to your cheek, and grins. "I'm lucky you’re you."

Every photo in that album is a reminder of how he sees you—soft, beautiful, and always worth capturing, even in your most unguarded moments. And he doesn’t just love what the photos show; he loves that every single one is a piece of you.

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Bro's The

Type To...

↳ various x reader

- Just a cute lil sumthin sumthin because I'm bored :3

♯01 ┊: Daniel Park

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Have quality time as a love language.

To Help out with work/homework.

To Help out in the kitchen.

To Surprise you w/ homemade gifts.

To Try and write a poem about you.

To Give you snacks when waiting for something.

To Love you unconditionally 'till the end of time.

To Beat up anyone who harasses you.

⿻┊: Daniel would definitely be the definition of a "perfect boyfriend", although he's human of course, he still keeps secret and doesn't open up too much.

But once he feels really comfortable, he wouldn't have much a problem of telling you how he truly feels, he also has a bit of a habit to run away or hide somewhere when something goes wrong.

He's still gonna come back though, after he stops blaming himself.

♯02┊: Jay Hong

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Spoil you rotten with gifts and surprises.

To Get you flowers on special and non-special occasions.

To Do something for you with no hesitation.

To Go on a hunted house with you even though he's scared.

To Protect you on a rollercoaster, but ends up vomitting after.

To Loose his phone somewhere and ends up finding it in your hands.

To Get lose and ends up being found at a lost and found.

To Dress up his puppies and take them on a little fashion show.

To take you on a date at the dog park.

To Fall asleep in your arms while cuddling little puppies.

⿻┊: Without a doubt Jay tries his best to be the perfect boyfriend, he loves you unconditionally and does everything you ask for, only problem is that he spoils you way too much.

He's got a lot of money, yeah, but your home doesn't have much space, Jat tries to get you a warehouse because of it.

Your parents love him though, he's successful, academically smart, well mannered, according to your parents, he's a "husband material".

♯03┊: Jace Park

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Still crush on you even when married.

To Have matching piercings with you.

To Let you braid his hair.

To Let you put makeup on him.

To hold your bag while shopping, even while complaining about holding your bags, (complains more when you hold them yourself).

To Treat you to dinner even when he's broke.

To Take you on bicycle rides.

To Let you touch his ears while cuddling.

To Tutor you on a subject you find difficult.

To Go on gym dates with you.

To do a detective mini game as a date.

⿻┊: Jace is a simp, it's not really a secret, when he fell, he fell hard, he really likes to be around you and is very talkative.

Would share his interest with detective stuff with you, he definitely watched detective Conan as a child.

Jace loves ya, a lot, he'd be willing to accept no matter what your gender is, he'll be a bit confused at first, but he'll eventually get used to it.

♯04┊: Vin Jin

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Confess to you by rapping.

To Write you a song.

To Act all tough with you but starts to mentally panic when you pretend to cry.

To Say stuff like, "Shut up I hate you," then proceed to do nice things.

To be a tsundere.

To have pillow fights with ya.

To constantly argue with you and won't apologise even if you cry, because he sucks at that.

He'll eventually try to apologise, but it isn't too good of an apology.

⿻┊: Others think that he's a shitty lover, and they're kinda right, but the only thing is, he actually tries.

He doesn't remember anniversaries or any cutesy holidays, but once he realises the occasion he'll try to make a nice present...

He'll rap to you.

But it's the thought that counts, he'll try to make up for it though.

♯005┊: Euntae Lee

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Get lost at the toy section at Walmart.

To play dress up with you.

To take you on a date on build-a-bear.

To pick you flowers from random bushes.

To go on fun carnival dates with you.

To go on the gym with you.

To have fun at the play area at the park.

To bake with you on birthdays.

⿻┊: Vasco is a cutie, he'll definitely do cute couple stuff with you, all wholesome.

He'll also protect you whenever you come across trouble, and if anyone does something bad to you he'll scare them.

[xuchiya]

arcade moments

THE AMOUINT OF TIMES i have re-written this chapter but it never shouts wooyoung and until i manage to create one, this one is REALLY wooyoung. I know wooyoung is a playful, competitive type of person. it might be new but i like how the story went.

₊˚.༄ || soft valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

a competitive boyfriend wooyoung would beat your scores on any arcade games, like you beat 960 on basketball; he'll go beyond 980 to that or shooting the zombie, he'll beat you to it. but wooyoung is a passionate and affectionate boyfriend, so he'll not leave this place until he makes you taste the same victory.

wooyoung had been wanting to visit the arcade for weeks, and today was finally the day. As you walked hand in hand with him, you couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement, your inner child screaming as your eyes wandered on the neon lights and the noise pf the machines.

As you stepped inside, the lively atmosphere enveloped you. The sound of games being played, laughter echoing off the walls, and the scent of popcorn filled the air. Wooyoung's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on a row of vintage arcade games.

"let's shoot!" he said, leading you over to the game. You grabbed the plastic gun eagerly, focusing on the screen as targets popped up one by one. wooyoung stood beside you, cheering you on with each successful hit. he was impressed but his competitive side wouldn't let him as he played another round, beating your score.

he place the gun on the holster and looks at you with a playful smirk, tongue poking his cheek, "didn't mean to show off." you scoff grinning, always up for a challenge, "i see where you're going."

wooyoung shrugs, throwing his arm around your shoulder, "you pick the wrong person, woo~." he side-glance, a smile reaching his lips. he had always love your competitive side and that lure him in your life, "am i? well i think i pick the right person. for my heart."

a blush suddenly covered your face, a hyenatic laugh echoed the place as wooyoung notice your face. The two of you wasted no time diving into various games, each one igniting a friendly rivalry between you. From racing games where you both jostled for the lead to another shooting games where accuracy was key, the arcade echoed with your laughter and playful banter.

but it was when you stumbled upon the punching bag machine that the true competition ignited. wooyoung stepped up first, claiming that he needs to make sure that it's working fine and no unfair kind of system will determine his success and your defeat, you think it was unbelievable.

after inserting a coin on the slot, he throw a powerful punch that sent the bag swinging high.

you watched with a smirk, determined to show him what you were made of. you were a fighter, a ring fighter; been to many comptetitions until you decided to halt for a while to rest.

as you stepped up to the machine, you took off your coat and toss it to his face, which he catch; pretending to be a fan. you chuckle at his reaction.

wooyoung's eyes widened with surprise, already anticipating his victory. you took a deep breath, channeling all your strength into the punch. The bag soared, hitting the highest mark on the machine with a resounding thud.

"what the f-" you both watch the monitor increases its number until it hit higher than wooyoung. wooyoung's jaw dropped in shock, his competitive spirit momentarily subdued by your unexpected display of strength. "w-what? where did that strength came from?" he exclaimed, genuine admiration shining in his eyes.

you grinned, shrugging "gym?" you teased, flexing your muscles playfully. he shakes his head in disbelief, "babe i go to the gym too but this ..." pointing at the machine score then back to you, "this is not just any session in the gym but in sparring or something."

you smile, thanking him as he helps you place your coat back on, "you seem to observe eh?" he nods, holding you hand, "san does benching and sparring a lot so when you did that; it does not make sense when you said gym. do you do other sports?"

you press your lips together, suppressing as smile, "yeah ... i do kick-boxing."

if there's more than anything to describe his face is this '(。_。)' like starring at you as if you just said a humorless joke though you did not look like you were joking at all. expecting any reaction but him clinging on your arm as he squish your muscles underneath your clothes was something you were not expecting.

"i love strong woman." you laugh, grabbing his hand in your small ones. he was grinning, so genuine and full of affection. He knows that you can be a little bit insecure as the way you bring yourself, "if you feel diffident on what you can do and who you are then stop, you're wasting your time. this is who you are because that's how you see yourself everyday; a confident and a fighter and i love you for that and i won't stop." with wooyoung, he loves you, no matter what it is. wooyoung squeeze your hands in his, making you stare at his eyes, "i fell in love not the cricket player on the field, not the captain of her volleyball team but the strong headed woman that I saw and oath to love."

your heart swelled with warmth at his words, grateful to have someone who appreciated every aspect of who you were, "aww woo."

he chuckles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "you do you baby." As you continued your arcade adventure, the competitive edge softened into a shared sense of joy and admiration, each game bringing you closer together.

On the night of your date, wooyoung find himself staring at you with fondess, "i love you." your eyes shimmer—not matter how many times he says it, your heart never get used to it, bowing your head as emotions swirled in your heart. pass through all of this, wooyoung still find how you are unique to everyone else.

"i love you too and thank you woo." your voice full of emotions and eyes fill with gratitude. he pulls you in for a hug, "i hope you always remember that you are beautiful inside and out."

honestly, i like it

[chibifox2002]

The First Scheme

Moth (Manny) and Escargoon want food for a sleepover but don't wanna pay for it, then they discover what kind of food that their school's dance is having and make a plan.

It was currently 3:05pm and Moth wanted nothing more than to not be in his school building right now. It's not that he hated school, on the contrary, he LOVED to learn! But it's kinda difficult to enjoy that when almost everyone is either trying to become friends with you or is trying to ask you out, which got on Moth's nerves considering he hated everyone in his school.

…Well, except for one kid.

His best (and only) friend Escargoon was standing next to him at his locker, wearing an expression of amazement as an ocean of letters poured out of Moth's locker as he opened it.

"Geez… that's a lot of love letters." Goonie stated with a slight giggle.

"Yeah…" Moth began to speak while picking up and opening one of the letters and skimmed through it. "Too bad I fuckin' hate every single one of the people who sent one." He continued with a small smile as he tore up the letter. He knew the reason why he was getting so many of these was because of the school dance that was coming up.

"I ain't going to some stupid little dance with someone I don't like, especially until three in the morning!" Moth said with his voice slightly raised.

"I'd much rather be playing videogames with you!"

"Same, but… have you HEARD what kind of food is gonna be there?" Goonie asked. Moth turned his head to him, his brow raised in curiosity. "No, what kind of food is there gonna be?"

"The flier for it says that there's gonna be pizza, brownies, soda and other good stuff there." The two boys were silent for a bit before Moth groaned.

"Dang it… that sounds really good… But I don't wanna go to a dance that most likely won't even be fun for just the food."

Goonie hummed and nodded his head in agreement. "Same, but I was thinking… why don't we go together and just snag some of the food?"

Moth's head snapped up at that.

"Geez Goons." Moth began with a smirk. "I never took you for the stealing food type!" Goonie sighed. "That's because I'm not, but I kinda don't feel like paying for food this weekend. Plus, if we successfully do this, we can bring it back to my house and play videogames and stuff! We can have free food for our sleepover we planned to have!" Goonie exclaimed happily.

Moth hummed as he pondered for a bit before finally speaking again. "Sure! Why not?" Moth crouched down and began picking up all the letters he'd received so he could throw them in the trash. "But we're gonna have to figure out how to get past the teachers though. You know there's always chaperones at these kinds of things."

"Don't worry!" Goonie began to help pick up the letters. "We have all week to plan ahead!" Then the two boys began to walk to the closet trashcan before heading out the school doors.

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It was finally the weekend, specifically, the day of the school dance. Moth had used the fact that he had a project to complete as well as the fact that all of the teachers and staff had completely trusted him to his advantage and set up parts of their "plan" around specific areas of the school, while Escargoon had snuck in a duffel bag with various food containers inside it into the school's courtyard, between the cafeteria and the gym that the dance was taking place at.

All they had to do now was wait for the right moment.

Which meant that they had to stick around at the dance for a while.

They sat on the top of the bleachers and looked at all the other students as they danced and laughed together under the multicolored lights that the school had set up.

Moth unbuttoned a few of the buttons of the collar of his dress shirt, as an attempt to make his outfit a bit more bearable. He wasn't the type to enjoy getting dressed up, wearing a black button up shirt with a white vest and black dress pants and sneakers to match. He had a bowtie, but he had given it to Escargoon so he could wear it with his green button up.

Escargoon kept glancing at his friend, he couldn't help it, Moth cleaned up very nicely. He kinda wished that he would wear clothes like this more often… that wasn't weird to think, right?

"Welp." Goonie looked up at Moth as he spoke. "We'll probably start to look suspicious if we just sit here the entire time… Wanna do some dancing together?" Moth held out a hand as he finished speaking. Goonie was grateful for the colored lights, because he swore he could feel a slight blush start to form on his face.

"Uhh… sure! Why not?" He said with a smile and a fake confidence in his voice to attempt to hide his weird new anxiety. He took his friend's hand and headed towards the dance floor.

Now bear in mind, both of them could not dance to save their lives, and they both knew this. So their "dancing" was basically just energetically spinning and jumping around whilst they giggled like idiots.

This went on for a full hour until the high energy music was replaced by peaceful slow music. The duo instantly froze at the change of energy and looked around to see all their peers slow dancing with their partners.

"...Can I begin the plan now?" Asked Moth, a slight panicked expression on his face. "The timing would be too much of a coincidence, let's wait for a bit, I'll tell you when." Goonie retorted.

The boys awkwardly slowly danced together for twenty minutes until Goonie gave the signal.

"Now!" Goonie whispered. "Do it now!"

Moth instantly reached into his pocket, grabbing hold of a small remote he had built and pressed the button on it.

Instantly, pipes within various areas of the school's ceiling started to burst, causing the teachers to rush outside of the gym to assess the situation while the students were distracted by the commotion.

The two boys then rushed towards the cafeteria where the food was being kept. Seeing that all the teachers were gone, they sprinted to action. Grabbing two pizza boxes, a full tray of brownies, an entire 2 liter bottle of soda, as well as other snacks before rushing to the courtyard to begin stuffing as much food into the containers as possible.

Laughing the entire way back to Escargoon's house.

Once they managed to fit everything they stole into their bag, they hoisted it over the courtyard's fence, jumped over it, and ran as fast as they could.

"FUCKIN' BAIL GOOBS!" Moth yelled out as they both ran as fast as they could away from the school and the chaos they created.

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Back at his house, Escargoon was talking with his parents while Moth was in their basement, he had opened the bag full of food that he said the teachers "let them bring home" and had changed into his pajamas, a large graphic t-shirt of his favorite video game and some navy blue sweatpants. He was setting up the first video game they were going to be playing, "Super Larmio Kart '' when Escargoon began walking downstairs to join him.

"Got everything set up?" Goonie asked as he walked over to his friend, who simply held up a controller towards him as he responded. "Yep! Now select your character and let's do this! I'll let you pick the first map!"

"Heh, alright!" Goonie chuckled.

Two hours passed as they played and ate their food, Goonie's character was in the lead while Moth's was just behind him. They had just begun the final lap when Goonie had asked a question.

"Hey, Moth… How come the sprinklers weren't going off while we were snagging the food?"

"Huh?" Moth raised a brow. "Whaddya mean?"

Goonie shifted as he took a turn in the game. "I mean, I heard water, but the emergency sprinklers weren't going off. Also mama said something about school being canceled for the next few weeks? Did your side of the plan have something to do with that?"

Moth cringed as he remembered. "Ooooh yeah, I never told you…"

Goonie paused the game. "Never told me what?" He asked, slight dread in his voice. Whenever Moth "never tells something" to Escargoon, it always leads to something bad.

"Well… right before I went to sleep the night before I set everything up, I was thinking over the plan and I realized that if we triggered the sprinklers, the food would've most likely ended up ruined…" Moth paused to take a bite from his pizza. "So I might have rigged the water pipes instead of the sprinklers…" Moth admitted with a sheepish smile on his face.

Goonie froze and slowly turned toward Moth.

"So you not only completely ruined the dance for everyone else there, but you caused so much damage that you got school canceled for three weeks?!"

"I'msosorry." Moth squeaked out.

Goonie let out a long sigh. "Well… At least we won't have to waste our weekend studying for those tests we have…" He groaned out.

"Wait, we have tests?!" Moth asked. "Yep. We do." Goonie responded. "Which means that this was kinda worth it in more ways than one!"

The two boys laughed as they unpaused the game. Goonie leaned a bit closer to Moth before adding one more thing to their conversation.

"Just, don't do something like that again. That was enough intensity for me to last until I'm like… thirty, or something."

"What?"

Moth leaned against Goonie before agreeing. "Yeah, same here…" Moth smirked.

"By the way Goobs, guess what."

"HEY!" Goonie elbowed Moth's side. "YOU DISTRACTED ME!"

"Red shell."

And with a press of a button, Moth's character shot the projectile at Goonie's, hitting him, causing Moth's character to speed passed him and win first place.

Moth cackled loudly. "THAT SOUNDS LIKE A "YOU" PROBLEM BUDDY!"

The duo continued to laugh and bump each other's arms as they played.

And Escargoon was smiling throughout the rest of the night, because he not only got to dance with his cute best friend, but he also got three weeks off of school as well!

This was the most awesome night he's ever had!

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Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Eiji Kikumaru

[PROFILE]

Birthday: November 28th (Sagittarius)

Blood Type: A

Relatives: Grandfather, Grandmother, Father, Mother, Two Older Brothers, Two Older Sisters, Dog, Parrot (Taichi), Guppy [TP]

Father’s Occupation: Company Employee (newspaper reporter)

Elementary School: Hikarigaoka Elementary School

Middle School: Seishun Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Third Year | Class 3-6 | Seat 7

Club: Tennis Club (Regular)

Committee: None

Strong Subjects: Japanese History

Weak Subjects: English

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Gym

Favorite Motto: “See which way the cat jumps.” ➜ “If you can be a cat, you can be a tiger.” [TP]

Daily Routines: Fighting with his siblings over what channel to watch

Hobbies: Visiting pet shops, brushing his teeth

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite Music: J-Pop

Favorite Movie: Anime, Fantasy films

Favorite Book: Idol magazines (Morning Star [TP])

Favorite Food: Fluffy omelettes, tender fried shrimp, crunchy shaved ice

Favorite Anniversary: May 22nd

Preferred Type: A cheerful girl, a girl he can laugh with ➜ A girl he can laugh with all the time [TP]

Ideal Date Spot: An amusement trip park ➜ A zoo with meerkats [TP]

His Gift for a Special Person: “The fluffy loungewear that I wear too!”

Where He Wants to Travel: Koganezaki Park

What He Wants Most Right Now: A new knit hat ➜ A koala stuffed animal [23.5]

Dislikes: Going to the bathroom at night, changing his clothes during the winter [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Cooking, fly-swatting, collecting bugs, completing capsule toy sets [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Saving money to buy rare sneakers

Routine During the World Cup: Hanging out in everyone’s rooms

[DATA]

Height: 171cm

Weight: 52kg ➜ 53kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 24.5cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 1.0 Left | 0.8 Right

Play Style: Serve & Volleyer

Signature Moves: Diving Volley, Acrobatic Play Style, Kikumaru Beam, Kikumaru Bazooka, Kikumaru Seal Step

Time Spent on Endurance Training: Four hours a day

Favorite Brands:

Racket: WILSON (Slash DT Mid)

Shoes: DUNLOP (Revelation Pro Tour Series 90)

Fitness Test Results:

Sidesteps: 67

Shuttle Run: 120

Back Strength: 129kg

Grip Strength: 48kg

Backbend: 67cm

Seated Forward Bend: 52.8cm

50m Run: 6.62 seconds

Standing Long Jump: 246cm

Handball Throw: 31.5m

Endurance Run (1500m): 4:48

Overall Rating: Speed: 4 / Power: 2 / Stamina: 4 / Mental: 2 / Technique: 4 / Total: 16

Kurobe Memo: “Kikumaru has a strong heart because he recognizes the difference between friendship and sympathy. If possible, I’d like to see him take steps to better himself.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bedroom [10.5]:

His giant teddy bear “Daigorou”

Bookshelf // He’s bought a lot of various items that are left sitting on it since he forgets to discard them

Outlet extender // His TV, MD stereo and hair dryer are all plugged into it

Bunk bed // He sleeps on the top bunk, his older brother sleeps on the bottom and both of their clothes are stored beneath the bed

His older brother’s desk // Their parents changed it from a study desk to an office desk when his brother entered high school. Both him and his brother use it for studying

What’s in His Bag [10.5]:

Writing supplies // He has them just in case even though it’s unlikely he’ll use them

Toothbrush kit // He always carries it with him

A snack // Calbee JagaRico. He brings a snack on days when there’s practice since he gets hungry afterward

MP3 player // He listens to the latest trending music on his way to and from school

Hair wax // Mod’s Hair brand

Hairbrush // It takes him about 3 minutes to fix his hairstyle with hair wax

Bandages // It’s a mystery as to why he always wears them…

Playing cards // He carries them to show off any magic tricks he’s learned

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 11/02/2001

He likes food meant for children and was always given children’s food at restaurants due to him being the youngest of five siblings

He likes sweets and dislikes spicy food

He loves brushing his teeth and is particular of the type of toothpaste he uses. He has his own toothpaste that is separate from his family

His entire family cooks and he is good at cooking as well. He specializes in making egg-based dishes, particularly omelets

He is known to be very positive and always tries being cheerful

He and Oishi always have review meetings when they lose a match

Konomi developed Kikumaru’s phrases and speech from phrases he heard when he was a child

Konomi came up with his name since he thought a name with “-maru” in it would be cute

Konomi gave him cat-like qualities since he wanted him to be a whimsical character

He had lost many matches prior to the main storyline

He and Oishi have been an official doubles pair since they were second years

His hairstyle is not natural, he styles his hair every morning with hair wax

His parrot has a habit of saying “hey, Eiji!” because of his mother and older sister

He is good at swatting flies due to his excellent vision

His personality is described as being bright, cheerful and always smiling, but may also tire out from all the excitement

Konomi describes him as a “natural character.” Not cool nor heroic, just a normal, natural young man

The Prince of Tennis 20.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2003

He will clearly express his emotions

People of all ages are easily endeared by him and will even admire him

He is described to be suited for professions such as being a model, entertainer or childcare worker

He is very pampered in his family due to him being the youngest child, and he gained his lighthearted personality from it

His secondary sport would be gymnastics

The Prince of Tennis 40.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2007

His spirit animal is a salamander

He was more frivolous and would dawdle when he was younger, but has greatly matured since then

He has built up his stamina due to him doing low oxygen training

He is actually bad with technology and doesn’t even know how to record a video. When he went to the gym, he would constantly ask the staff how to use the machines

He is unsure of how many times he can duplicate himself, but wants to reach 100

Konomi states he is the most similar to his own tennis playing style

He is the character Konomi would like to be a part of his family since he’s cheerful and fun

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 1 | Publication Date: 11/04/2009

He is shown having a personal cell phone and showing Shiraishi Zaizen’s blog despite his previous information stating he is bad with technology

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 4 | Publication Date: 02/04/2010

He is fine playing doubles with a different partner, stating that he and Oishi will always be the Golden Pair regardless

He came up with his current hairstyle from growing out his hair and tampering with it

He and his family argue over which TV channel to watch, he has won only three times and wants to keep it a secret

He is happiest playing tennis when Oishi scores a perfect point

When asked what he struggles with at home, he replies that there’s nothing and that his large family is easier to handle than school

When asked who he struggles with in the club, he replies with Oishi when he’s not playing tennis since he finds him too serious

Konomi named him after a friend he had in his middle school tennis club, “Haremaru”

Konomi created his acrobatic play style to be different from normal tennis, and wanted to express it in an animalistic or feline way

Konomi states Kikumaru isn’t too fond of Tezuka, and tries not to get too close to him. He is also aware he has never drawn the two having a conversation

Konomi states Kikumaru’s appearance may not change much since he wants to depict him as a real-life middle school student

One of His School Days:

5:50am - Is woken up by his brother

6:00am - On breakfast duty

6:50am - Goes to school, morning practice

8:40am - 1st Period: Art

9:40am - 2nd Period: Social Studies (Japanese history)

11:00am - 3rd Period: PE (basketball)

12:00pm - Math III

12:50pm - Lunch, eats homemade bentos with Oishi in his classroom

1:20pm - 5th Period: Science III (chemistry)

2:20pm - 6th Period: English (grammar)

3:20pm - English supplementary course

4:00pm - Voluntary training, helps guide the underclassmen

5:30pm - Returns home after shopping for dinner

6:00pm - Helps with dinner

7:00pm - Plays a video game (one hour a day)

8:30pm - Takes an evening walk

10:00pm - Returns home, bathes, watches dramas and variety shows

11:30pm - Goes to bed

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 6 | Publication Date: 06/03/2011

He, Tezuka and Fuji are shown having a chat with Yamato and appears surprised over the latter’s changed appearance

The Prince of Tennis II 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 09/04/2013

He exchanges messages with his family everyday. However, he struggles responding since his family’s quite large

The Prince of Tennis II 23.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 05/02/2018

Oishi had lended him 80 yen the day before the metropolitan tournament since he had went to him crying over not having enough money to buy a new pair of shoes he wanted

The Prince of Tennis 20th Anniversary Book: Tenipuri Party | Publication Date: 08/02/2019

Aside from playing tennis, he has gotten into parkour after watching a video about it

[queenbeeibee]

Get to Know: Maddie

What's your phone wallpaper: Currently, it's an image of a depiction of whom I believe to be Eve, in a painting called "Green Serpent," by my favorite author/artist, Gerald Brom. (Please note, image is NSFW.)

Last song you listened to: Puppeteer, by The Cast of Epic: The Musical.

Currently reading: Various books, including The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea, Song of the Six Realms, and another reread of Slewfoot.

Last movie: Probably the Transformer movies? I'd never seen them and a friend of mine is determined to make me watch all of them, lol.

What are you wearing right now?: Red gym shorts and an old sleeveless AC/DC muscle tank.

How tall are you?: About 5'9"

Piercings/tattoos?: Two tattoos, one on my right upper shoulder, one on my left inner forearm. (I know, I know, basic tattoo placements, lol.) The one on my shoulder is a quote from my favorite movie, The Crow, and the one on my forearm is the version of The Mark of Cain presented in American Murder Song.

Glasses/contacts: Glasses.

Last thing you ate?: A small bag of crisps on my last break at work. (Spicy Nacho Cheese Doritos to be precise.)

Favorite colors: Pink, teal, purple, black, and mint!

Current obsession: Epic: The Musical, Digimon, Brom's latest book (even though I'm not a fan of the cover artwork).

Do you have a crush right now?: Yes.

Favorite fictional character: I know people will assume I'm going to say Beelzebub but I'm all about circumventing expectations! My favorite fictional character is Chet Moran from Lost Gods. (Yes, yet another Brom novel. I have a type atm, lol.)

Last place you traveled: Savannah, Georgia.

Tagged by: @king-of-wrath (thank you so much for the tag dear!)

Tagging: Anyone who hasn't done this yet and has been wanting to? Consider yourself tagged, bitches! :3

[brandwhorestarscream]

TFA Invasive back and ready for more!

I'm gonna address it back point for point so here goes!

First, yes, the lil guy is their eldest from a litter; there were three others in it. The others are in the back with Ratchet, enjoying nap time, their eldest is just a little spoiled and prefers napping to the sound of his sire's or carrier's spark thrum. Optimus and Megatron have had a couple of broods by now, at least three and they're working on a fourth. An abandoned airfield outside of Detroit has been fully taken over as a nursery/playground area for the flight frame babies.

The cross pairings are so fun! I love the concept too in the invasive AU and it also works with how I like to smash things together. As for Bulkhead, he's got two of his own, one from Prowl and one from Bee; he carried both. Both bitties are grounder types, with one patting jeep pictures and the other staring with interest at work vans and trucks. Otherwise, he's just not that interested in producing more and is more content with being a teacher and big brother figure to the various broods. And yes, the Blitzbee babies were twins; Bee got his horns a little twisted for that but Blitz forgave him after enough pampering.

Lockdown is totally interested in another sparkling or two from Prowl, once he gets a little more settled down and has his work orders handled. Prowl and Bee only had enough interest for the one bittie but coparent rather well otherwise.

Once it's known that they're alive and on a budding colony world, Drift totally shows up to their base with a Cyberrose in his teeth (or whatever the romantic equivalent is for Cybertronians). He and Ratchet disappear for a while and eventually show up with just the one tiny little bittie. He's already got Ratchet's annoyed face down pat and with Drift's colors so there's no question about his parents at all. Ratchet also makes it very clear this is the *last one Drift*, he's serious!

Can't find Wreck-Gar? Follow the sounds of excited laughter, 9/10 you'll find him either being a bittie jungle gym or in the middle of an art class (planned or random) with a small herd of excited bitties copying what he does with random stuff.

For the Constructicons, it's a little of both? The Earth made ones are kinda just, there, helping out and eventually the Decepticon ones make their way over and like, adopt in the two newest brothers. Now, time to get to *work* on establishing a more proper base!

And actually, yeah, with Archa 7, ish. It was still Sentinel's idea to go to it, following the old reports of a downed Decepticon exploration ship that was supposed to still be full of supplies and materials for possible colonization. He had convinced the other two to come with him on the idea to see if they couldn't get a colony world started since Archa 7 sounded perfect for it. They didn't know about the spiders until they basically fell into the main nest and the events sort of still follow canon from there. Sentinel's also not so much of an asshole here; when he finds out Optimus is still alive, he commandeers the Steelhaven to go to him; he might be panic puking into a bag the whole time at the idea of going to another organic world but he's still on his way!

Oh actually, to me Sumdac still does have his tech empire. Instead of harvesting Megatron's ruined body for tech, here he came across one of the energon convertors and pulled it apart out of curiosity. Prowl caught him at it and chased him away, but Isaac still kept coming back and eventually, slowly they built up something of a friendship between himself and the team. Especially when he helped them get supplies in exchange for examples of their tech or being allowed to examine it under careful watch. This allowed him to still become a tech giant, just in a different way. Coin flip on if Sari is here though, I'm honestly not decided on that.

Oh Starscream has both. The mountain nest is for when the bitties are still in eggs or fresh hatched, so they can be kept safe and hidden. When they're big enough to be able to start defending themselves, he moves them to the tower nest so they can start adapting to the outside world more.

Yes to all of that with Strika and Lugnut. Just, yes to all of it.

OOooh yes, they're here and ready to mingle! Megatron might have also put the call out to any interested Decepticons about the new colony world and who would be the first to answer? Why, no other than the DJD of course!

Answers and responses again under the cut because it’s a long one!

1. I love that for them. I love them having 3-eventually-4 broods of little babies. Megatron’s got a whole ass helicopter flock and it’s all his own bitties :’)

2. I love all of this, all of it. Coparenting is so good—I love that Cybertronian colonies, at least in the early stages, everyone kinda helps out with the babies. Make for a much more an enriching, safe life for the little ones. I wanna name and develop every single one of them 🥺 Bulkhead is probably such a warm, sweet carrier

3. Yes. Good. Lockdown looks terrifying and that’s why no one messes with him or his kids XD we could also throw in Fracture from rid2015 👀 purple bounty hunter con. Swinlock baby? 👀👀

4. PFFFFFFFFFT- just. Drift sliding in with a spotlight and a rose like Hiiiiii Ratchet~ 😏 and the medic just SIGHS because ‘I told you, last time was the last time!’ To which Drift responds with, ‘uh huh uh huh sure, now get over here and spike me 👀’. Ratchet doesn’t protest, obviously

5. Wreck-Gar is too good for this world 🥺🥺 he’s such a sweetie! There’s not a single kid in the colony he hasn’t won over, even the grumpy Dratchet bitty

6. Ohhhh, ok. So there’s like, the original Devestator gestalt (constructiprowl, anyone? 👀 I’ve never really thought about them for TFA, but if any Prowl deserves a harem it’s probably TFA Prowl, lbr) and also the earthborn constructicons? How did that happen? The Allspark is still where it belongs within the Well, since there’s no reason they ever would have yeeted it into deepspace, so 👀 mysterious!

7. F in chat for Sentinel please. Never thought I’d say those words, but hey, if he’s not a total jerkwad here maybe he’ll be bearable. I like to imagine he comes to check in Optimus, lectures him for not checking in and being reckless and for Primus Sake don’t scare me like that, then immediately holes himself back up in his ship like 😶 cuz organics are Scary. Does he actually stick around on this colony? Probably not, but maybe one of the neighboring planets might be useful. Perhaps he’ll just go scout those out, yeah, yeah…

8. Hmmmm yeah, I can work with that. Cybertronians are usually super protective and aggressive if they think their young are in danger, so Sunday is definitely flirting with death while he’s actively robbing them 😂 as for Sari, absolutely not. There is no way I’m making Megatron suffer having one of his unborn protocol stolen and then mutated into a techno-organic. There is no room for angst in this AU

9. EVEN BETTR :D is he still a lone seeker, or can we twist it and say his trine is still alive and well? He deserves to be loved 🥺

10. Listen. LISTEN. Cyberverse gave us the perfect candidates. Remember when Clobber was revealed and everyone thought she was a gender bent Lugnut? And we were all cheering for lesbian cons because Alpha Strike is literally just cyberverse Strika? But then they changed their names on us because we can’t have nice things? Yeah, same. So Clobber and Alpha Strike are their twin daughters because this is how I’m coping

11. THE DJD? HELLO???? One, I love the DJD so, Kaon is my favorite. But why is there a DJD in this AU? There’s no war and Megatron doesn’t really need a team of handpicked assassins. Are they more colony scouts/early settlers to put down roots? Traveling merchants? Megatron’s harem (don’t look at me like that, Tarn is completely obsessed with him)? So many options!

Side note anon idk if you’ll read this but I’ve genuinely been enjoying this so much I kinda really wanna write fic about it 👉👈 idk if you’d be interested, but I’d love to collaborate and talk about it more in depth. Rn we’ve got so many good ideas flowing but they’re all crammed together so developing individual little pieces is difficult. If you’d ever wanna collab and work on more story development together, please do me! You can reach me on tumblr or on discord 💖

[pikipekarmy]

Learning Curve

So there’s a bit of a learning curve on the pokey mans. Like you can bop around and get to level like, ten on vibes and whatnot, and you lose as many rocket grunt fights as you win and that’s rough because revives are hard to come by so sometimes you’re running around with a bunch of fainted pokeys in your inventory feeling guilty about them lying there in comas or whatever, but you think, I’ll get the hang of this, I’ll figure out how the stupid combat works, no problem!

I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you, you won’t. If you’ve played other Pokemon games maybe, because those apparently? Explain? How the nineteen-way Rock/Paper/Scissors thing goes? But Pokemon Go is not going to hold your hand or indeed even show you a pathway. You’re kind of alone in a room with no light switches or doors here, bud. 

You’re gonna have to go to a web browser and search it. Maybe download a graphic or something, keep that to hand. I am so uniquely learning-disabled special that I couldn’t understand those, so a friend made a Google sheet for me. I was fully level 20 before I understood that the attacks are for offense, and the type vulnerabilities are for defense. So if you have a guy of type Scissors but his attacks are Rock, when you put him in against a Scissors type he’ll beat her, and if the Scissors type you're fighting has Paper attacks, she'll be useless against your guy, but fortunately Pokemon extends that out to literally nineteen dimensions so that specific scenario will almost never happen. (Fire beats Ice! Ice beats Ground! Ground beats Fire! Dragon beats Dragon! what does it mean)

But anyway. I’m in the unfortunate situation that I like to send and receive gifts so I’ve curated this extensive friends list, because I genuinely love looking at the postcards and putting the stickers on them and all, but it turns out this gives you loads of XP and makes you level up, and you’d think that’d be great but what it really means is that I broke level 30 while still not knowing how the goddamned combat goes, and so the various fights I’m expected to participate in all expect me to know what the heck I’m doing which I don’t. 

The only saving grace is that I expanded my item bag enough that I can hold a deeper bench of loot and also started getting more revives in my loot drops at some point (I have a superstitious belief that if you have a lot of pokemon currently defending gyms then the random selection of loot drops from pokestop spins is more likely to give you revives; I have no idea whether this is true or not but I believe it superstitiously) so I’m getting by. I constantly have two tabs open on my phone browser, though: 1) the sheet my friend made me of pokemon attack/defense weaknesses and strengths, and 2) a Silph Road page that lists all the possible encounters from Rocket Grunts and leaders, and so every single time I double-check the possible types with their weaknesses and stack my crew. (Oh yeah I have a third tab, since that silph road page doesn't explain the types, where I can look up each individual guy and figure out what its type actually is. Yes this takes forever.) I had a really nice halcyon time between levels 25-30 where I could half-ass Rocket Grunt encounters and still expect to win them, so my buddy got a lot of battle hearts in that golden era, but then I leveled up and the combat got harder and now if I make one careless selection (like not realizing the new lineup of “dark” pokemon from the rocket grunt actually had three Poison types in that iteration-- two Dark/Poison dual types but one just straight Poison type that wasn’t Dark at all, because I guess that’s fair?), which not only resist damage from the standard Dark counters, they also inflict extra damage specifically on Fairy types, so I’d just conscientiously fielded a trio of extremely vulnerable pokemon, upside-down-smiley-emoj) then I lose crushingly. 

So anyway.

In the middle of this I got to the point where I was expected to beat the Rocket Boss, an extremely weird guy called Giovanni, and I’m going to have to separately explain how I did that. Spoiler alert: I did not do that on my first, seventh, twelfth try, but I succeeded through the power of friendship.