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fujoshirat · 2 months ago

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𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼

"𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒? 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹? 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹."

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x female reader

Warnings: slightly OOC!Shouto, DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE CHUBBY OR SHY READER 👹👹👹 (that’s the premise of the fic but ok), mentions of bullying, mentions unhealthy beauty standards, user has a quirk good enough to get her into the hero course at U.A. :), angst with a happy ending, inspired by "Sports" by Beach Bunny

Word Count: 2,393

A/N: Ouch, this one hurt :,) ; if you don't want female reader then use your imagination; I DO NOT CONDONE BULLYING OR BODY SHAMING, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE♡

Junior high girls are mean, especially the rich kind at your school.

You’ll walk through the halls, just trying to get to class, and they’ll all greet you with their bitter honey voices and long, skinny legs. They’ll walk next to you, asking about your morning while flaunting their long, skinny legs through rolled up skirts. They won’t stop even when you reach class, and only when the teacher walks in and yells at them to get to their seats and roll down those skirts will they disperse and leave you alone.

It was a vicious cycle, the only relief being the quiet of your home—your new home.

It had been a week since you officially moved into your new neighborhood in Kawagoe City. Your father’s new position at his architectural firm had uprooted the family to the bustling city, meaning a new life for you. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the house that your family had moved into. It was located in a safe neighborhood, a ten minute walk from school, and was big enough.

The most interesting aspect of your house was, ironically the neighboring house: a grand, obviously expensive, traditional Japanese home. With two stories and marbled walls, whomever lived there obviously had a salary thrice your father’s. You found out that part was true on your second day of school, when, as you left your house, a boy your age walked out of that house, wearing the boys’ uniform for your school. His red and white hair made it obvious as to who he was: Shouto Todoroki.

Everyone knew about the mysterious son of Endeavor. The girls at your school loved to talk about him too. They loved to talk about his aloof personality, his ice-prince aura, his fascinating height, his clear skin, his flawless grades, his overwhelming strength, his father’s money. But most of all, their favorite topic to talk about was his scar. The blatant, angry red-almost maroon scar, “staining his face” as they loved to put it.

You didn’t see anything wrong with the scar, nor did you agree that it ruined his face. But you never said it out loud, a girl shy and incongruous with the others. You just kept your mouth shut, keeping to yourself and only yourself unless spoken to (but even then, keeping social interaction to a minimum).

Shouto Todoroki isn’t mean, even though he looks like he is.

It happened all by coincidence, after all, both you and him weren’t the social type. It was a stupid paper bag that ripped on your way home from your impromptu trip to the grocery store. As the flimsy material ripped in half, its contents tumbled out.

You gasped and scrambled to pick up the spilt cans of various meats and mixed vegetables, immediately dropping to your knees and gathering what you could. As you do so, your navy blue hoodie bunches up at the sides, your fingers fumbling to hold everything against your chest.

And just as you’re about to reach for the last few cans of tuna, a pair of large, calloused hands reach out and pick them up from the ground. You glance up in surprise, but then your breath hitches in your throat.

Shouto Todoroki is crouched in front of you, silently stacking the cans of tuna and wearing what seems to be his gym clothes. He’s perfectly pristine and poised, like always, except for the small cuts along his forearm. Were those from training? Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you don’t know whether it’s from embarrassment or admiration.

“Y-you don’t have to-! U-uhm-! You know…” You silently curse at yourself for stammering, only choppy phrases able to escape your mouth. The taller boy shakes his head and stands up. “It’s alright, I’m sorry for startling you.” The Shouto Todoroki is right in front of you, the strongest in your year, probably salutatorian, and practically untouchable—yet helping someone like you pick up dropped cans of tuna.

“Thank you,” you whisper, trying not to draw attention to yourself. He watches you stand up, but his gaze doesn’t focus on the obvious weight around your midsection. His eyes don’t burn into it like everyone else your age and at school, as if you don’t belong here. Instead, he even takes some of the vegetables in your hands and looks at you in the eyes.

“You live next door to me, right? Let me walk you home.” Your eyes widen, clearly not expecting such a kind gesture from anyone, especially from him. “Y-Yes, but it’s okay, you don’t have to if you’re going somewhere else. I mean, if you’re busy—” Before you can continue, the heterochromatic boy shakes his head. “I insist, and I’ll be heading home anyways.” You blink again, waiting quietly for him to say that he’s changed his mind or that he was messing with you. But when he doesn’t respond and just waits patiently with you, you sigh and murmur quietly.

“…Okay.”

And so, he walks with you. His eyes fixated on the sidewalk in front of you two, his silence mirrors your own. Once the two of you reach your house, you take the groceries from him. Right before he leaves, you dig through your small purse and pull out three small bandages. You always carry extra, just in case your clumsy mistakes lead to injury. Without a word, you hold them up to him and bow your head.

“Thank you, Todoroki-san.”

And Shouto takes it, firmly, like it means something.

“Thank you.”

And so, it began. Your shared practice of walking to school together, in the rain, in the snow, in the summer heat, and back home. It didn’t matter that you two were in different homerooms. Whomever got to the school gates first waited for the other to walk home together. Only on days when he had training immediately after school did you walk home alone, and it gradually increased as the school year progressed.

You never asked about his scar and stared at it shamelessly, and Shouto never made you feel like you were worth less because your body wasn’t skinny and lanky like the other girls in your school. You gave him bandages when he came home all bruised from training, and he shared his umbrella with you in the rain. You were both outsiders in the same world, not knowing where to belong but in the comfort of each other.

Good things never last, that was a lesson you learned in your childhood, and it seemed as if life wanted to teach you it again.

It was just going to be a mini vacation with your family to a popular camping spot in Chiba. You were only going to be gone for two day.

And when you came back, he was gone.

The Todoroki residence had a sign in front of it that preached “FOR SALE,” and seeing it made your heart break. You had gotten attached to your only friend, just to find out that he had moved without a word. When you went back to school, you learned that was that it was official: the Todorokis had moved out of town. And, according to every heartbroken girl at school, because his father wanted him to go to a different private school to prep for his high school path.

The universe had taken the one person who understood you, and it destroyed you.

You weren’t thinking about it when it happened. You were just walking through the halls of U.A., your first day of high school, looking for your homeroom with your new, self-proclaimed best friend. Setsuna Tokage keeps her arm looped around yours, her extrovert energy almost overloading you.

But it was okay, because Setsuna Tokage didn’t judge you for how your body looked and didn’t care if you were naturally shy. She saw you head towards the hero course classrooms and declared you her favorite person and hadn’t let go of your arm since.

You were smiling at something pleasant she had said, how you and her were going to make so many friends in Class 1B and have the best year ever, when you rounded the corner—

and bumped into him.

Not just anyone, not just a student.

Shouto Todoroki.

The same two-toned hair. The same scar, the same sharp gaze—only taller now, more composed. He looked so much like the boy you used to know, but different in ways that made your chest ache.

Your breath hitched. The world seemed to stop, and you held your breath.

But Shouto? Shouto didn’t react, not at first. As you were about to apologize, to ask how he was doing, he simply nodded and muttered an apology before walking away.

Was it how you looked? Though you never became the skinny supermodel that your former junior high classmates flaunted, you had lost a significant amount of weight. Was it your height? You definitely grew a few inches since you last saw him. Questions raced through your mind as you saw him walk away and silently enter the door to Class 1A.

Maybe you were too foolish to think that he would bother to remember you, let alone even think that he was as attached to you as you were to him. You forced yourself to keep walking, your new friend inspecting your arms to see if you were okay or hurt in any way. You masked the sorrow on your face with a smile, desperate not to cry, not on your first day at your prestigious high school in front of your new best friend.

And in that moment, he was gone again.

By the time that the sun had dipped low over U.A., casting golden streaks across the clean courtyard, you finally had a moment to yourself.

No extroverted friends who had “adopted” you clinging to your arm (who knew that extroverts Kendo and Pony would “adopt” you too!?!), no more boisterous male laughter, and no more overly cheerful teachers. Just you, your aching legs, and your small tote bag seated on a bench underneath a cherry tree. Sitting on the bench, you sigh and let the introvert in you heal.

You were so tired, unbelievably tired, yet the process of becoming tired was so fun. The girls in your class were so sweet and made the best jokes. You weren’t last like usual in the physical examination in hero training, in fact, you weren’t half bad. Setsuna pushing you into the seat between her and Kinoko during lunch was perhaps one of the best parts of your day.

Though it wasn’t perfect, your first day of high school was better than you had expected. People were honestly kind and welcoming. They looked past physical looks and treated people like people.

Having collected your thoughts and ready to go home, you stand up and start heading towards the school gate. You weren’t going to let Shouto’s failure to remember you ruin your entire evening (even though it hurt like hell).

But right before you even step onto the main sidewalk, fast footsteps pound against the concrete. Your name is called out, almost in desperation, and it floats in the air.

You turn around.

And there he was.

Todoroki Shouto, standing in front of you, chest rising and falling like he had just run halfway across campus. His eyes—so different from the cold detachment you had seen earlier—were wide now, searching, knowing.

“It’s you,” he says breathlessly, almost in disbelief. You could feel the raw emotion and vulnerability in his voice, and you had to blink back tears. “L/N…”

You swallow dryly and nod. “It’s me.”

For a moment, both of you just stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Silence stretched between you two, thick with everything left unsaid. Two years is indeed a long time.

Finally, he exhaled. “I didn’t want to leave.”

Your breath hitched, caught in your throat.

“I tried to convince my father to let me stay for another day, to at least say goodbye to you. But…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, because the story’s missing pieces were filled in.

He wanted to say goodbye.

You felt your chest tighten like it did all those years ago when you realized the burning feeling in your heart. Still not speaking, the taller boy took it as his sign to continue.

“You… you changed,” he murmured quietly. You weren’t sure if he meant the way you looked or something deeper. Confused, you gave him the same truthful yet ambiguous answer.

“So did you,” you whispered back.

After pausing for what seemed like hours, Shouto drops his bag and hugs you. It was light, as if he was afraid that you would shatter, yet warm and too tempting to slip out of.

And when you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around him, his grip tightened, and the walls that you had built up in those two years had crumbled. Without warning at all, you sobbed into his embrace, releasing bottled up sadness and grief. Shouto remained quiet, his right hand gently stroking your hair to soothe you. He didn’t judge your tears, your crying face. Like how he always did, he stood there for you, a silent support that you appreciated greatly.

When you finally pulled back after shedding the last of your tears, his thumb gently rubbed against your cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you right away,” he said. “I saw you when we bumped into each other, but I didn’t let myself hope. You looked so confident and strong and…” You interrupt him with a weak laugh. “I’m still me, Todoroki-san.” His chapped lips quirk up into a small smile. “I’m glad.”

A pause, and then…

“Can… can we start over?”

His question caught you off guard, but it provided you with a happiness that rivaled the joy that your new friends from Class 1B gave you.

“I’d like that,” you nodded.

And so, Shouto picked up his bag and escorted you to the station. The walk reminded you of your old routine, the station included because of the far proximity between U.A. and your home. Neither of you spoke, comfortable in the familiar silence reminiscent of the one during your junior high routine.

The new part of this new routine? Todoroki’s hand holding yours.

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ratherchili · 5 months ago

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𖹭 cw: breifly explicit, smut, fluff, angst, mdni

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English professor nanami is just so good to you. When you first started as his TA he welcomed you to use his office any time. It quickly became a refuge for you, a quiet place where you could be surrounded by little pieces of him.

His walls are mostly covered with the various degrees and honors he has collected over the years. There are a few personal touches as well. In an obscure corner behind his desk is a poster of a theatrical production that theater professor gojo somehow convinced him to cameo in. (He refuses to divulge any details regarding this.) Framed on one of the many bookshelves that line the wall is a photo of a sunset beach, a couple of souvenir conches bookending it. Somewhere warm he likes to go on vacation, he tells you with a serene smile.

You find it surprising that there are no family photos. No pretty wife, no cherub-faced babies. No ring on his finger. You wonder how that's possible, because he is just so perfect. You wonder if he sleeps around. He is young for a Professor, after all. But he just doesn't seem like the type.

At first, you thought you'd never be able to stop blushing and stuttering every single time you spoke to him, but Professor nanami was always quick to let you know how highly he thinks of you. Even if his compliments were academic in nature. They came in his clipped, professional tone, stated matter-of-factly as if there were no debate. Somehow, that made it even better.

Even better than that is the fact that he genuinely seems to enjoy your company. Professor nanami is not exactly known for his sense of humor, but his smile seems to come out easily for you. The conversation flows so easily between the two of you. You were surprised at how quickly the two of you had gotten comfortable around each other. It felt like a friendship, although you both maintained an appropriate distance, of course.

Professor nanami is professional, so straight-laced and immaculate, that you are sure he would be horrified to know how his innocent little touches, though few and far between, get you absolutely soaked. You remember the first time. You had been making him nervous on the stepladder in the library, so he layed his palm along the small of your back. It was the lightest of touches. Just in case. It did absolutely nothing to steady your legs, quite the opposite.

When you got home that day, you walked right past your idiot boyfriend, who was screaming into a headset in front of the TV, again. You went straight to the bedroom and buried your fingers in your aching cunt. You tried not to think of him that way, but you just can't help it. "He doesn't have to know," you tell yourself, and you vow that he never will. No one will.

Your boyfriend could tell something was up, however. He knew something was different ever since you took the work-study position. He tells you not to let it get to your head, they offer those jobs to poor kids out of pity. When you spend more and more of your time in Professor nanami's office, he straight up accuses you of fucking him. The fight gets so bad that you pack a bag and leave. Not wanting to bother any of your friends late at night, you end up sleeping on the couch in Professor Nanami's office.

It wasn't so bad. You stayed there a couple of nights now. It was preferable to having explain your relationship problems to any of your friends when you were still trying to sort out what to do. You set an alarm so you could be sure to get out before Professor nanami arrived. You showered at the campus gym and met him as if you were coming in from home, as always.

This morning, however, your alarm didn't go off. When your heavy eyelids flutter open, Professor nanami is standing in the doorway, still wearing his coat and holding his briefcase.

The two of you stare at each other silently for what feels like an eternity.

"Are you sleeping here?" He asks as he closes the door behind him. His tone and expression are as infuriatingly unreadable as ever.

You nod and chew at your lip nervously. "I'm sorry I know I-"

"You can't sleep here," he says, stern and final. And suddenly, you feel very stupid for believing that the two of you might have been more than mentor and student, boss and employee. You feel very stupid for believing that you might have been friends.

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mantequillamcwhoremick · 2 days ago

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SP Sports Headcanons because why the fuck not

I was rambling to this about @m4rz1t0ne and decided I'm just gonna make a whole post about it because why the hell not. Most of these are gonna tie into what we already know about the characters but I was having some fun playing around especially with Kenny's for projection reasons so let's start with him.

Kenny

Given (gestures at all of Mysterion) and various other canon instances where Kenny has shown skill/talent in strength and agility, I feel like Kenny definitely would participate in some kind of sport. Not only that, but socializing seems to be his outlet for everyday stress (even if he often stays quiet in social groups), so I think he'd naturally wind up in a crowd where they do something sporty/exercise together. However; I don't see Kenny joining a team or be disciplined into a sport by classes or a club. Other than the fact that classes can simply be super expensive, I feel like Kenny is someone who'd appreciate flexibility and spontaneity in his schedule, given how unpredictable his day to day life is.

Considering how adaptive he is, he'd end up in the most random crowds and learn stuff from other people, and thus I think the most fitting types of sports for him are Street Sports. Particularly Parkour and Breakdancing (yes, dancing is a sport. especially Breaking.) because they're very accessible, since they don't require any equipment or special environment, unlike Skating sometimes does. Perhaps he'd do Calisthenics as well, depending on if he has a fitting space to practice. The Pandemic duology (s12, ep10-11) as well as his opera singer arc in Quintuplets 2000 (s4 ep4) convinced me he is a music enthusiast so I definitely see him enjoying dancing and getting immersed in Hip Hop culture (see Noreen's post for more elaboration). Maybe he'd get into other Street Dance Styles too, just all around finding community among other working class people like him.

@kennytheworkingclasshero

Kyle

Kyle might be the one most intrinsically motivated and ambitious out of the main characters when it comes to sports (yeah sorry this is about Mr. Garrison's Fancy New Vagina). More so than Stan if I may argue, who seems to have more extrinsic motivations like approval and validation. I see Kyle enjoying mostly team sports, canonically Basketball and American Football, but I'm pretty sure he's also a Soccer guy (at the very least socially) and I definitely see him playing Tennis. All around ball sports seem to be his thing, and I can see him want to pursue any of his current sports interests disciplinarily. I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski would put him in any kind of classes if he expressed interest, given that they can afford it and because it's healthy to regularly exercise, so I imagine they'd like to encourage that.

Other than that, I feel like Kyle would also join the Track & Fields (athletics) team at school at some point. He definitely seems like the guy to have a gym membership and actually actively use it, especially to blow off steam (lord knows he needs it sometimes. understandably), or go for a run occasionally for the same reason. I don't really see him as a boxer, but I'm sure he'd buy boxing gloves and regularly use a punching bag to get out his frustrations if given the chance.

Stan

So we know Stan was the "star player on the football team" in Big Gay Al's Big Gay Boat Ride (s1 ep4), but that hasn't really been touched up on again in more recent seasons. Apart from that, the encouragement Stan received from the entire town and the ease with which he flaked from the game to look for his dog instead lead me to believe that most of the reason Stan would actively be on a sports team would come from external validation rather than genuine interest. That isn't to say he can't be sporty; he definitely is a hobby ball sports player, we see him managing the Football team on the playground in Raisins (s7 ep14) and he plays Basketball on occasion with his friends-- but I feel like that's it. He'll play team sports for fun, for camaraderie and because he has a knack for leadership, but other than that, he gives me strong vibes of someone who has a gym membership and DOESN'T use it. He'll choose to sit down and write a song, play on his guitar, get together with his band or other people to jam, play board or video games all day or even watch a Denver Nuggets game before he'd spend his free time willingly exercising.

Keep him away from gym memberships because he'll just blow away his money. Give him a couple friends he'll go out to play basketball and football with every now and then, instead.

Cartman

Well. Like Stan, he is a hobby playground team sports player at most-- we've seen this often enough-- and I'm pretty sure he mostly enjoys this because he can rub his victories in his opponents' faces, or be team captain and order everyone around (like we saw him reprimand Craig briefly in Breast Cancer Show Ever (s12 ep9) while they were playing football) but I feel like his interests don't really lie too much in truly improving his skills. I do see him getting into Boxing or Kickboxing, or maybe Karate for the coolness factor or maybe other Martial Arts, because I'm sure he'd love to be good at kicking ass. But I feel like he's the kid who begs, yells at and convinces his mom to sign him up for a class, then be sick of it by the third session and yell at his mom for making him go. He'd also whine whenever he has to take a hit and threaten to sue his sparring partner for grievous bodily harm, before he sneaks up with an unfair move and knocks them on the ground much harder than necessary.

But I believe he does enjoy watching sports a lot, and get unnecessarily aggressive over his current favorite team (it changes every week). Bro probably does know his shit about all the NBA and NFL tea, and he goes crazy during soccer world championships depending on how the American team is doing. Are they winning? America4ever, suck it losers. They're losing? Watching the soccer world championship is for fags anyway, and he'll tell you that every day at least five times, unprompted. He probably also plays a shit ton of FIFA and mansplains the details of the sport to Kyle which pisses him the fuck off because Kyle ACTUALLY knows his shit about soccer from personal experience. (thank you, @m4rz1t0ne)

Butters

So in Sarcastaball (s16 ep8) Stan so graciously said:

"You don't suck at football, Butters, you suck at all sports."

Which, well. I'm not gonna argue that Butters is clumsy (he trips over his own cape in The C**n (s13 ep2)), and-- if we may accept this as canon-- probably has a hard time with ball sports because of his fucked up left eye & consequently lack of proper 3D vision. This rules him out as a fit player for almost every playground sport-- basketball, football, soccer, dodgeball; making Stan's conclusion that he "sucks at all sports" a valid conclusion to draw from the narrow worldview of a typical boy. However, which sport HAVE we seen Butters continuously enjoy and excel at?

Dancing.

I swear to fucking God. Put this boy in an Allstyle dance community NOW. I'm talking Hip Hop, Tap (he was in the state championchips for fucks sake), Popping, Ladystyle, idc BALLET. He'd enjoy ballet, let him dance ballet. I need an AU where Butters is put into the toxic ass Ballet industry by his parents since very young and while he enjoys the dance he's constantly immensely pressured in ways no one sees except for the stage light technician Kenny McCormick who got the job hoping to make some extra cash and they fall in love and it distracts Butters from his training .

Anyway. Butters may not be one for traditionally masculine boyhood experience playground sports, but you'd bet your ass he'd excel on the dance floor. But he's canonically also one for one of the most fancy, sophisticated and classist ass sports on the fucking planet: Equestrianism.

I don't think I need to say more, this is just canon information. I guess this is just me trying to put together a compilation to prove to Stan that Butters DOESN'T suck at all sports. He may not be the most coordinated, but you bet your ass that when there's music or a horse involved he can learn to be the most graceful creature on the planet. Even if he flings his shoe at the ceiling and kill 8 people in the process.

#lucio yaps #character analysis #hcs #kenny mccormick #south park #sp #sp kenny #butters stotch #kyle broflovski #sp kyle #sp stan #stan marsh #sp cartman #eric cartman #sp butters #one crumb of #sp bunny #long post

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kamotecue · 1 year ago

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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.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso series #arsenal wfc imagine #lia walti #lia walti x reader #lia walti imagine

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brainddeadd · 8 months ago

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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.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras fanfic #trevor zegras imagines #° braindead writes

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futfemfantasies · 2 years ago

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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!"

#womens soccer #woso #woso soccer #woso imagine #matildas #auswnt #sam kerr x reader

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likeiknoworsmthin · 3 months ago

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HC/rant that maybe someone already said, but I'm procrastinating, so anyways.

You know what? Batman's build is kinda a plot hole, specially on that one comic that he is straight up a fuckin gorilla (and you could argue that gorillas are flexible, and you're right, but this is supposed to be a human).

It's impossible that he's buff as Superman.

Yeah, his training is super hard: LOTS of cardio, agility and resistance, and it does have heavy lifting here and there, yes. But almost all of his training is in various martial arts, box from Alfred, stealth, fencing and other ninja/assassin skills.

¿Have you ever seen the bodies of professionals in these sports?

The meatiest of them could be boxers, but they're more like fit than "I'm a walking house that it's about to rip this shirt just with my titties".

The only way to get this massive is by taking supplements, but that will be mostly for aesthetic, and someone as freaking paranoid as he is, will never cause muscles that beefy will only get in his way in everything all the fucking time and, contrary to popular believe, don't really give so much extra strength nor stamina.

Besides, a fit muscle body is easy to pass as "I'm a rich douch bag that really likes the gym/do sports" than a "I'm a walking fucking truck".

"¿But what about his genetics?" I'll give you that he's tall, and has good genes, but that body builder wet dream it's simply not natural.

"¿But how can Clark have that musculature then, if he barely works out?" He's not human. He's a freaking alien power up by the sun. For all we know, this is what a Kryptonian skinny nerd looks like. And we're not body shaming him.

"¿So we just say goodbye to Clark pretending to be Batman? ¿Is that what you want, you monster?" Naw, I just said that this is actually a new chance to better his cover, because Batman and Bruce Wayne don't even have the same body type ¿Who would believe such nonsense?

It's kinda stupid say is his own body, BUT, considering he is (allegedly) a normal human regularly fighting against metas and gods.

And his suit has been said to contain anti-impact technology with a bellows system and other things built in, plus the various technology he keeps in there. Could make sense that all the extra muscle is just his armor.

And Clark impersonating Batman is just using almost simple fabric against his Apollonian body and they have nearly the same silhouette.

This way, Dick taking the mantle and Bruce going as Nightwing and nobody noticing a thing is so much less weird. Because their physical appearance isn't that far off from each other.

But we have to say goodbye to Clark pretending to be Bruce, tough, sorry about that.

#batman #superman #dc #my hcs #bruce wayne #batman headcanon #as if #I don't have a shred of respect for the canon at this point #fight me about it #but don't actually fight me because I'll cry

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hinatashiftz · 3 months ago

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The Unexpected

Boarding School DR

W.C 3.9K | WARNINGS/GENRES: Reality Shifting Storytime, ANGST?? , enemies to lovers core, some mentions of arguing and anxiety/nervousness, suggestive/little smut ? , TONS of flirting, mentions of ENHYPEN’s Riki, public showers, fluff, falling in love ???

I had fully intended on shifting to my 2nd ZEROBASEONE reality but the more I experienced this new reality, I wasn’t complaining.

It’s the year 2024, August. My name is Nishimura Asuka and my brother is Nishimura Riki. At the age of 21 I decided to go back to school as a college freshman and impulsively decided to go to a Boarding School like university instead of a normal college, why not?

The night before my first day at Boarding School, my family and the other family that we’ve been friends with for almost the entirety of my life, wanted to hang out with me and my siblings before we headed officially to boarding school the following day.

My family and I quickly arrived at their house, the first floor being a store that was filled with household items for the interior and exterior while the second floor was where their actual house was. We walked inside and greeted everyone, taking a seat in the lounge area my family made for moments like these when we get together.

They always spoke about their second oldest son who was my age but he was never around when I came over. His mother said he liked to keep himself busy often and wasn’t home often except during the morning and night time. At some point during the conversations we were having with one another, my best friend Jasper came by who also knew of the family, only through me of course. She’s more of the introvert type, didn’t reach out often to people and wherever I went, she went.

As the night continued with endless conversations with various topics and many laughs, a guy walked in, holding a duffle bag. My eyes flickered over to Jasper and back at the man who glanced back at me as well.

“ You’re finally home, how was your day?” His mother asked and his smile was small but warm

“ Had a decent day, I caught up on some reading I’ve been meaning to do and went to the gym for.. two hours-“

“ I’m sorry but- who- who is he-? who are you?” I questioned as I looked over at my younger brother and my mother before looking over at the guy again

He looked over at me and his expression suddenly changed upon hearing my question

“ you’ve known my family for so long and you don’t know me ?” He questioned back with a little attitude in his tone

I rolled my eyes and shrugged

“ It’s not like your here- like ever- how am I supposed to know who you are ?” I asked him as Jasper sat down next to me as the conversation started to grow a little heated, glancing over at me with anger in their eyes.

“ I’m Gunwook. It’s not my fault you’re not here when I’m around “ He spat as he took a seat across from where I was sitting, his hands folded over his chest and looked at his phone

Our families laughed awkwardly before finally changing the subject

“ I heard you’re going to that boarding school right? Jasper, Asuka, Riki ? “ His mother asked and I smiled warmly, nodding to her question in response

“ Gunwook is going there too ! I’m so proud my son got into a good school especially with someone that he knows so he’s not alone ~ “ She continued and I glanced over at Jasper and Riki with widened eyes for a moment before looking back at her and laughing along sarcastically.

“ Well isn’t that.. some news !” I spoke, trying to sound excited but how could I ? I’m supposed to be buddy buddy with this guy who seems like he hates everything?

I could not handle any more seconds, minutes or an hour with Gunwook who glared at me and said no words. When Jasper decided he was leaving, I quickly got up along with her and decided to leave as well.

“ I’m gonna head over to Jasper’s house for the night and we’ll go together tomorrow to school “ I stated as I said bye and night to everyone, making my way out of the store

As soon as the door closed behind me I looked over at Jasper and they had the same expression on their face as I did.

“ That was crazy wasn’t it-? I’m not crazy right ?”

“ Who does he think he fucking is ? “

We spoke out at the same time and I groaned, standing there in place in front of the glass entrance doors.

“ it’s okay if i spend the night with you right? I have everything with me already and I just don’t want to deal with more of.. him..”

I asked while glancing back at him through the doors before looking back at Jasper who laughed and nodded her head

“ of course you can, you’re always welcome to my house “ They stated happily before I dropped down, crouching on the ground

“ I can’t believe we are going to the same school as him- AS GUNWOOK? You think I should just ditch school-? Maybe drop out suddenly?” I rambled on about my concerns and thoughts towards Gunwook. before they grabbed my hands and roughly picked me back up to my feet

“ One- no you can’t leave me there alone at school, two- we are right in front of their glass doors and in front of their house- shut up dumbass” Jasper said in a joking tone as they brought me over to their car.

The following day came around, an hour long drive spent driving to the campus with Jasper and I. The hour being filled with 50% deep conversations on life and the other 50% being filled with saying the randomest things that came to mind and laughing so hard our stomachs hurt and we cried. As I stepped out the car when we finally made it on campus, I closed the passenger car door, stepping out the car and finally stretching my legs and arms. I let out a long relieved sigh and a breath in of fresh air, my eyes scanned around the area of which was going to be my new home.

Him.

Park Gunwook.

Our eyes and his lips formed into a grin. I rolled my eyes, turning my back against him as I proceeded to get my belongings from the back seat. Jasper started to head towards the campus and I followed behind, kinda farther from where they were but still in eye sight.

“ What a coincidence that we show up at the same time , huh ? Unless you are keeping track of me ?” I glanced over at him with obvious annoyance in my face as he spoke in a jokingly flirtatious manner.

“ Right, in your dreams. Why would I wanna keep track of you anyways ?” I replied, shaking my head and rolling my eyes as I continued to walk across campus, following Jasper.

“ You don’t like me ? “ He asked with a laugh and I laughed as well, shaking my head as a response

“ No, especially not after how you acted last night- I have things to do Gunwook, i’ll see you later, okay ?” I stated before quickly catching up to Jasper and letting out a groan

“ nobody told you to talk to him “ I glanced over at Jasper with darkness in my eyes for a moment and he laughed

“ nobody said I wanted to talk to him..”

“ you still did though, kept up a whole conversation too “ Jasper stated looking over at me with a smug grin.

“ what are you trying to say?” I said as I stopped in my tracks looking at them with a similar grin

Jaspers eyes looked around avoiding mine for a minute as they shrugged their shoulders then looked at me again

“ I’m just saying~ I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with Gunwook “

I gasped dramatically and jokingly

“ I’m just saying-! He seems like your type “

Oh they were being serious. I let out a laughs and I shaked my head.

“ You’re actually crazy- like insane actually “

We eventually stopped roaming around the campus due to the fact we had a deadline to find our dorm building and meet our roommates. We headed towards the main building to find the dorm roster where everyone’s names were labeled, it shows your name, what dorm building you were assigned and how many people were going to be in your dorms.

Luckily, I was assigned a two person dorm. I didn’t have to deal with too much noise. Hopefully.

“ what dorm did you get-! fuck.. that’s not my dorm”

I said with a frown and kicked the air jokingly and jasper did the same

“ this is the fucking worse- we aren’t even in the same dorm- this is madness “ Jasper added on and I sighed

“ well I know where you live so, i’ll just see you often it’s okay “ I said as I parted ways with Jasper and made my way to the dormitory.

As I walked through the walls, looking around at the bedrooms, the very pretty and nice lounge areas inside the dormitory, the dining hall. This wasn’t too bad after all- not that I ever thought it was bad to begin with. I finally made it to my floor and found my dorm room, I stood outside the door for a minute, growing nervous on who my roommate could possibly be.

I had every right to feel nervous. Yet again, my eyes were met with his almost immediately as I opened the door.

“ You’ve got to be in the wrong dorm “ I leaned against the wall looking over at him who sat on the bed laughing hard.

“ How am I in the wrong dorm? I got here first, I should be saying that to you “ Gunwook stated as he got up and stood in front of me in the doorway

“ Well- I’m not in the wrong dorm- look at my keys it has the dorm number on it ! “ I stated as I quickly shoved my keys upwards for him to see

He did the same, same number. We both looked at each others keys and nodded slowly at the same time, acknowledging the reality.

“ We.. live together, we have the same dorm “ Gunwook said in a softer tone, kinda in disbelief, stepping back from the doorway finally letting me into the room.

“ when did they change the rules to have unisex dorms ? “ I asked curiously as I looked up at him

“ They changed it over the summer, just in time for our class ” He said as cocked his eyebrows up.

I laughed and placed my luggage besides my bed before going back to him, crossing my arms across my chest .

“ It’s like they want us to fuck “ I stated in a jokingly manner

“ Are you trying to tell me something, Asuka ?” He said with a fucking grin.

“ Definitely fucking not “ I said looking up to meet his eyes with a blank expression on my face

“ I think.. you want to fuck me ?” He questioned, he egged on as he crossed his arms across his chest too

“ I THINK- you’re trying to do that reverse psychology shit and you’re trying to tell me that YOU want to fuck ME” I said with a laugh as I turned around headed towards my bed, stopping in my tracks when he spoke

“ What if I do ?”

My breath hitched hearing that line. I stood frozen for a second, just for a second before placing my bags on my bed

“ well- this is my bed” I stated as I sat down on it

He looked at me confused as he sat onto his bed

“ You really want the window bed?” He questioned me with a chuckle.

“ Yeah actually- I’m assuming we are gonna leave the door unlocked as normal dormitories do for easy access in between classes and other things meaning you have to deal with people barging in and waking YOU up. Not me” I said with a grin before he quickly got up from his bed towards me.

He placed my bag on the floor quickly before he wrapped his hands gently around my ankles as he tried to drag me off the bed. I flailed around, the both of us laughing while kicking my feet softly to not hurt him as he held onto me. When his attempt failed he grabbed my waist, still trying to drag me off the bed as I swiftly put my arms up, grabbing the headboard of my bed with a strong tight grip, which was quickly slipping away due to the fact he was incredibly strong but I held on long enough for him to give up. He suddenly jumped onto the bed, hovering over my body as he tickled my sides and started to play fight with me

“ JUST GIVE ME THE BED, IM YOUNGER YOU KNOW !” He jokingly started to complain as the play fight continued

“ I CLAIMED THE BED FIRST, ITS MINE- GET OFF OF ME, LOSER” I laughed loudly, fighting him off as I pushed against his chest not too rough.

I grabbed at his shirt suddenly when his hand slipped and he was suddenly very close to my body. My eyes widened along with his and silence filled the room quickly, my face heated up in an instant. My eyes fluttered as I looked at him closely, he’s really.. pretty.. he’s handsome.. kinda hot actually.. I felt my core heat up the longer we stayed in this position. I looked down at my hands which were still on his chest, which.. felt.. strong?.. My hands trailed down to feel his clothed abs along with my eyes , my legs subconsciously rubbing against each other for a moment before suddenly pushing him off.

I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at the floor as I placed my hand on my cheek for a minute to feel how hot my face was at the moment. I laughed awkwardly before getting up and rubbing the back of my neck

“ I have to unpack- YOU have to unpack too- we have things to do and that’s- that’s not one of them” I mumbled the last part as I grabbed my luggage, starting to open it to fill my drawers and my closet with clothes.

“ I’m sorry-“

I looked back at him confused as I sat on the floor in front of my things.

“ Sorry about what?” I asked him genuinely and he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“ For.. that.. I didn’t mean to.. slip.. “ He said as he started to fidget with his hands, sitting on the floor in front of me.

I smiled softly and I patted his leg comfortingly

“ It’s fine- I didn’t.. mind anyways..it’s not like that was your intention anyways “ I said before getting back to my clothes, putting them into the drawers first

“ So you do like me ?” He asked, but this time I couldn’t tell if he was serious.

“ Huh?” I asked looking at him confused about the tone in which he said it in

“ Do you like me, Asuka ?” He asked

I looked down at the floor confused at the question before looking back up at him.

“ I can’t tell if you’re being serious “ I said in a softer tone, feeling slightly embarrassed by how bad my social cues can be.

“ I’m serious “

I nodded my head slowly to think about the question again and I looked away

“ I.. I don’t know? As a friend you’re cool.. but I don’t.. know you like that yet you know..? “ I said shyly, continuing to pack my belongings away as I spoke

“ Do you think.. that you ever could ?”

Why did he keep asking? I had to think. I bit my lip as I folded my clothes, my mind racing with millions of thoughts.

“ Honestly? I think.. you might be someone I could fall for ? “ I said in complete honesty, which made me feel a little embarrassed.

“ I do find you attractive.. and you’re pretty funny, I think i’m gonna like having you around” I said with a smile, glancing over at him as his cheeks were pink.

He got up and went to his clothes, unpacking them as well into the drawers and his closet.

“ Same. About everything you said “ Gunwook replied

I glanced back at him confused

“ Like.. you could fall for me too ?” I asked

He stopped in his movements for a moment before nodding his head shyly and continuing his task. I watched him for a moment,

I’m not falling for him yet. Am I ? No. I just met him.

Moments went by as we talked about everything and anything that came to mind. It was our first day together knowing each other and there’s always the most to say about everything.

Nighttime fell. Hours of conversation flew by and felt like seconds.

“ You wanna head out to the dining hall and get something to eat? We can come back and watch that show you were telling me about “ Gunwook suggested

I sat there in thought for a minute and shook my head.

“ After ! I take a shower.. which there are the.. public bathrooms.. “ I spoke out in a softer tone, looking down at the floor

“ I can shower in the men’s public bathroom and you can shower here ? “ He suggested and I shook my head again.

“ That’s a nice offer I might take tomorrow but.. I feel like I should atleast try it out, you know ? “ I said as I looked up at him, who was also in deep thought about the public bathroom showers

( imagine zoey 101 )

“ If you’re really okay with it then that’s fine for today” He said as he got up grabbing his pajamas and everything he needed for his shower.

I got up and grabbed my pajamas and everything I needed for my shower too. I opened the door and stood, frozen with anxiety.

“ what’s wrong ? aren’t you gonna go ?” He asked behind me

“ Im nervous !” I exclaimed with a laugh, quickly coming back into the room, pacing around the room

“ that’s a public bathroom! public ! people are gonna be naked, they are gonna see ME naked ! I’ve never showered in public before ! “ I continued to ramble as I continued to pace around

He laughed loudly and shook his head

“ sure it’s a public bathroom but i’m sure there’s walls in between and a curtain to hide your body from other people walking by “

“ well.. you’re right.. they probably do have that.. it would be weird without it-“

“ very weird..”

we both shivered in disgust thinking about it.

“ just go it’ll be fine, stop overthinking it, idiot “ Gunwook said with a comforting smile

I looked at him with dark eyes playfully before heading out again. I began to walk to the public women’s bathroom, I stood in front of the room and looked around anxiously before running back to my dorm room a third time.

I barged in suddenly and slammed the door behind me.

“ FUCK- OKAY COME ON.. you scared me-..” Gunwook said as he suddenly turned around to look at me who was against the door

“ what are you doing, go shower already “

I whined and stomped in place playfully

“ I’m nervous ! “ I exclaimed before sliding my back down the wall and sitting on the floor.

He walked over to me, grabbing my hands as he picked up from the floor

“ it’s like what you said, you’ll be living here now and you should try it, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again, and if something happens, call my name” He stated, looking me directly in my eyes as he gripped onto my shoulders

“ Okay fine- I got this..” I said mainly to myself before I walked out the room again.

Only to find myself frozen in the hallway right outside the door. I quickly opened the door again to find Gunwook standing there with his arms crossed against his chest looking directly at me as if he knew I would come back

“ Okay.. can you come.. with me..” I spoke in a soft tone, looking down at the floor and he laughed

“ are you serious? “ He asked, I looked up at him as he smiled at me

“ NOT IN THERE but.. just.. wait outside for me..? “

I said as I fluttered my eyes to try and convince him somehow.

“ really..?” He asked, kinda confused

“ yes really.. I would.. feel.. safer.. if you waited outside for me..” I stated as I found my finger in my hair, twirling it around my finger as I grew embarrassed from my request.

“ .. yeah i’ll do it, let’s go “ I looked up at him with a bright smile and nodded my head

“ cool let’s go !” I said as I grabbed his hand and went down the hall to the public bathroom again

I froze before going inside to look over at him who stood with his back against the wall

“ you better wait here Park Gunwook.. I want you to be here when I come out..” I said with a pout and he rolled his eyes playfully

“ go already before I change my mind “ he said with a grin which immediately caused me to go inside quickly.

It was kinda nerve wrecking, I walked through the bathroom nervously but found women taking showers freely and casually. Curtains closed of course for the most part and some of the women being confident enough to walk around revealing their body which I was happy for them but interesting to see on my first day. I went to the back of the bathroom like a shy girl, I entered my shower area and closed the curtain, looking around my area to see everywhere was closed off by walls. I smiled softly to myself, feeling kinda secure before I started to take my clothes off and placed them in a dry area of the shower before washing myself.

It didn't take long, especially since I was nervous. I didn’t wanna stay in there for too long anyways. After I turned the water off I grabbed my towel, drying my body off before slipping into my under and pajamas. I stepped out of the shower and looked around before heading out feeling proud of myself that I actually accomplished actually taking a shower in public which was SCARY.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the bathroom I grabbed onto the edge of the wall and whipped my head around the corner to meet Gunwook and my younger brother Riki’s faces. I smiled big and Riki laughed as I stepped out the bathroom officially.

“ You really asked Gunwook to wait out here for you while you take your princess shower ?” Riki said as he laughed and Gunwook stood there, his cheeks were softly pink and he smiled warmly.

“ It wasn’t a princess shower, I didn’t even take long- RIGHT GUNWOOK?” I said looking over at him and he shrugged his shoulders

“ felt like 2 hours to me” He said sarcastically.

I laughed loud and hit his shoulder as he laughed loud along with me

“ I'M KIDDING ! It really wasn’t that long ! “ He said as he continued to laugh

“ Well thank goodness it wasn’t as long as you usually are at home- anyways i’ll see you guys later “ Riki said as he finally parted ways.

Gunwook and I headed back to our room.

“ You actually waited for me?” I said as I looked over at him with a growing big smile on my face

He glanced over at me and smiled back, shaking his head and rolling his eyes playfully. We reached the door to our room and he leaned in close to my face, his cute smile still on his face

“ I didn’t have much of a choice, did I ? “

CREATOR NOTE; I DO NOT HAVE AN INTRO FOR THIS REALITY AND I WILL MAKE ONE SOON !!

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queenofdragons12 · 9 months ago

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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.

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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.

#konig x reader #gjost x reader

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strawberrystepmom · 2 years ago

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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.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #pokemon au #kendall writes

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anonymousbardd · 1 year ago

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: 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.

#looksim x reader #lookism #lookismoneshot #x reader #lookisim fanfic #fanfic #lookism headcanons #character headcanons

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xuchiya · 1 year ago

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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

#ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez jung wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung ateez #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung ateez

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downins · 7 months ago

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆secrets have a cost, they're not free. not now, not ever (hwang yeji, college!au)⋆⭒˚｡⋆

summary: you've been involved in dealing drugs (you don't do them ofc) and doing people's assignments or projects in college to make extra cash but what happens after your girlfriend finds out?

student!yeji x fem!reader

listen to: "flawless, the neighbourhood"

warning(s): mentions of weed and weapons, slight violence and abuse, sort of angsty,

ugh why're customers always this late, i've got other stuff to complete too, you thought to yourself as you glance at your watch for the hundreth time while complaining internally, it was cold and dark. "my bad bro i'm coming out in 5, i had some friends over and didn't notice your messages" your phone in the back pocket of your ripped jeans vibrated, you read the notification and rolled your eyes. "yea no worries" you replied. after a couple minutes, you see a guy in a hoodie with basketball shorts slipped on his crocs, usually you hold your pocket knife in your left hand to protect yourself in case of any emergency. "here" you handed him a small plastic bag with rolled up joints in it and gave him a small smile. "thanks, here's the money" he reached for his pocket and pulled out a hundred bucks. you took it and gave him a small nod then immediately walked away, folding your pocket knife back and putting it in your sling bag.

as you're walking, your phone started ringing and it was your girlfriend, calling you. "hey baby you still at the library?" the sound of her voice was comforting and it made you blush a little. you know how caring yeji is, and she dislikes the fact that you're always out late at night, "studying". see, the thing is, it's not that you wanted to lie to her but you just did it to keep her safe. you've met various types of people and you wouldn't want her to be involved with them in any type of way. "i left, i'll be there soon, mwah" you texted her back with a kissy emoticon. eventually, you arrived at you and yeji's shared dorm which was decorated with plushies and polaroids of you and her together. as soon as you unlocked the door, she sprinted at you and hugged you tightly while clinging onto you saying "i've missed youuu, next time just study here i promise i won't distract you whatsoever" she pouted. you giggled and carried her to your bed, adjusting your position allowing her to lay on your chest. "you don't wanna change into something comfy?" she looked up at you while fixing your hair so she'd get a clear view of your face.

"yeah i should, i'll be right back okay?" you got up and placed your sling bag on your desk then started undressing in front of her, since you were just delivering stuff you decided to go with something simple which was a tank top, zip up hoodie and baggy jeans. you took off your outerwear letting yeji stare at your arms, you weren't that muscular but you were lean and kind of toned which she found very attractive. you occasionally go to the gym to work on your boxing skills which helped you achieve this physique and also keep you safe when you're delivering drugs.

you head towards the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. "thanks for just now" your customer texted you out of the blue. "babe, you got a message!!" yeji tried to notify you, since you have full trust in her, you let her read through your messages. "what the fuck??" she muttered to herself quietly as she scrolled through you and your customer's chat history which consisted a lot of them thanking you for some reason and you telling them your eta. yeji obviously had no idea that you were involved in dealing drugs so she automatically assumed you were cheating on her. "y/n, explain yourself? what have you been doing?" she held your phone out to you with her eyebrows furrowed indicating that she was angry and confused. "you've been cheating on me for months?" her voice got slightly louder than before. "no no it's not like that" you tried to hold her hands but she pulled away.

"okay just, sit down and i'll explain but you have to trust me please" you sit on your bed and tapped at the empty spot beside you signaling her to sit. "i've hated counting on my parents for money since they've been abusive my whole life and yes i've been taking up part time jobs but they don't pay well. so, i decided to deal drugs and complete other people's assignments to get quick money. i'm just doing this to survive college, i promise i'm not cheating on you. i love you so much, i would never do anything like that to you" you moved your hand closer to hers, wanting to hold them. "why didn't you tell me earlier? when we started getting to know each other?" she looked at you. "because you're a really sweet and precious girl to me, i don't want anything to put you in danger" you could feel tears forming in your eyes.

yeji felt guilty for being angry at you, "babe, secrets have a cost, they're not free, not now, not ever. there were so many times where you could've gotten hurt or died and i always worry about your safety" she moved closer to you, pulling your head on her shoulder while stroking your back. "we'll figure this whole financial thing out okay? you're a brilliant and hardworking student, you get good grades and you have an amazing reputation, you're even on the dean's list babe" she chuckled as she held your hand while rubbing it with her thumb. "you'll be successful in the future and i'll be there with you every step of the way" she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "you can still continue this but promise me you'll try and stop it as soon as possible okay?" she cupped your face and gave you a kiss while wiping your tears away.

"do you wanna watch a movie tonight? or we can study together?" she asked with a smile on her face. after that moment, you knew you'd marry this girl.

#hwang yeji #itzy #itzy imagines #itzy x reader #yeji imagines #yeji headcanons #yeji x fem!reader #yeji #itzy headcanons

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chibifox2002 · 2 years ago

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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!

#Mothshellshipping #oc x canon #manny moth #escargoon #chibi's attempt at writing #krbay #kirby right back at ya #kirby series

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MZSD 002 (PART 1)

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

on the morning of JANUARY 20, ROH KYUHYUN leads the 8 boys to one of the various vary large practice rooms they've been using over the past months. this time however, instead of the usual empty space only filled with mirrors and sound equipment, an area towards the further end of the room has been set up with two L shaped sofas and a mini fridge next to it. opposite those, some basic gym equipments and mats are set up and additional storage space added for the boys to put their bags, coats and personal items in while they are practicing. "welcome to mzsd's personal practice room" kyuhyun announces. "from today on, unless stated otherwise, this space is where you'll practice, film lives and content. maybe catch a nap from time to time too." he gestures for them to sit on the floor and does so himself. "unfortunately, daehyun will not be able to join us today but someone else will drop by at some point. let's get started while they make their way here."

USGEN EXPANDS!

on top of their brand new practice rooms, MZSD's members will have access to their own STUDIOS from now on.

STUDIO 1B: BAEK BYEONGKWAN

STUDIO 2B: HAN NOEUL

STUDIO 3B: HWANG MINKI & LAI WENJUN

STUDIO 4B: KURAMOTO MISAKI & MAE JASPER

STUDIO 5B: SUNG HANEUL & XUE YICHEN

members who are expected to participate the most in producing music have been given their own studios, while those still in the process of learning have been paired with members who focus less on producing at the moment. should the other members' interests change, this arrangement could change. additionally, HWANG MINKI has been given keys to access the smaller DANCE STUDIOS to work on choreographies and dance.

in early FEBRUARY, the USGEN CAFE will have its grand opening. this cafe will be situated one floor above the labels' and accessible for all employees and guests of LGC ENTERTAINMENT. the cafe was created with the sole purpose of providing somewhere people reduce their stress level at. and what better way to do so than around CATS. while enjoying their drinks of choice, customers will be able to pet and play with the residents and even buy their favorite treats from the menu. during the last week of january, the MZSD members will be visiting their shelter of choice to each choose a cat! the cafe will have a total of 12 cats, one for all the artists under USGEN.

LGC BOYS VS US GEN BOYS

MZSD currently has 4 members who are officially part of LGC BOYS (bk, noeul, saem and yichen). from JANUARY 21 to JANUARY 25 these members will be joining the rest of LGC BOYS to film a VARIETY SHOW overseas (note: details will be posted next week as the calendar has been pushed back by a week due to last week's ac).

no to be outdone, the members not part of the unit (mk, wenjun, jazz and eden) will be filming their own content in late MARCH that will be posted on the USGEN channel. since these members have the least predebut exposure, the goal of this special content is to get them out there. the four of them will be going to HONGDAE, given each a hand camera, and challenged to find:

one person with any MZSD song in their playlist

one person to do any MZSD dance challenge*

one person to sing any MZSD song with them at the noraebang*

one person who recognizes them first and give to them your photocard

( *any mzsd song released before march 2025 is eligible)

UNTIL D-DAY AND PLEDGE

a knock on the door interrupts the manager and none other than SEO HANEUL walks in. he nonchalantly greets the members by raising his hand before letting it down. with a yawn, he sits next to KYUHYUN. "boss is not here right now and still bitter that i got to produce your debut song" a self-satisfied smile appears on his face. no matter how grown haneul is, giving headaches to the eldest member is still one of his favorite hobbies. "i think i was supposed to tell you some mildly important stuff, but i totally forgot." he continues. "so let's just cut to the chase.

with BK, NOEUL and WENJUN'S participation, your next TWO SONGS are ready. i've sent the lyrics and relevant stuff through kakaotalk, you guys can check later. we'll be recording them next week, starting from JANUARY 27 and should release them on MARCH 3. lessons for EARTH, WIND, AND FIRE and ME= choreographies will also begin around that time. oh, did daehyun mention that i also created EWF choreography?" he doesn't wait nor need to know the answer. instead he raises a finger and points at MINKI. "MK, you will be my assistant for this task. so while the others are off to some island this week, you'll be with me to learn and smooth out the choreography. for the three of you who will be free… hmm… work on your cardio" he instructs ominously as kyuhyun shoots him a dark look. which part wasn't he supposed to spoil? only he and the manager know.

"we know that you want to be more involved in the creative process of the group, however, the whole team, including your manager here and daehyun, thinks its better that you focus on your debut at the moment. the last ten days of march will be dedicated to shoot EWF and ME= music videos. EWF's shooting alone is projected to take a whole week with little rest on your part. at the same time, we'll all be gearing up to release a USGEN mini-album before going on a GREETING TOUR. you're going to be busy enough for the next few months. this is why we've worked on the label's album with producers outside the company. the mini will include 6 new songs; one for each group and four unit songs. the lyrics distribution and details are also on kakaotalk. we want to be done recording all the songs by the first week of april. it's going to be a tight schedule, but that's something you'll need to get used to it anyway." he pauses, one eye closed and the other scrunched as he thinks about what he might have missed. "oh, right! APRIL 30. your debut date is APRIL 30! to commemorate this milestone and motivate your fans, each of you has to write down a pledge for if you win first place on music shows. get creative! like… i don't know… promise to jump off a plane or something! anyway, good luck!" and in the blink of an eye, he makes his exit, leaving kyuhyun to answer questions and other details.

the line distributions document can be found over HERE

OTHER Q1 SCHEDULES

JANUARY 23: unexplainable encounters ep. 6 [ SAEM ]

FEBRUARY 3: cover & spread in moevir china magazine [ YICHEN ]

FEBRUARY 6: unexplainable encounters ep. 8 [ JAZZ ]

MARCH 1: date lottery season 4 ep. 18 [ EDEN ]

MARCH 4: batter up! ep. 12 [ EDEN ]

MARCH 15: date lottery season 4 ep. 19 [ EDEN ]

MARCH 19: intern bae ep. 3 [ BK ]

REQUIREMENTS:

MZNYANG: write a 300+ words solo about your muse picking their cat. make sure to describe the cat's appearance, personality and favorite treat! Completing this requirement will give you +4 SKILL POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE, +4 NOTORIETY !

EWF (minki): write a 300+ words solo about your muse learning the choreography with seo haneul OR 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with another member about teaching/helping learn with the choreography for +6 CHOREOGRAPHY (POP) POINTS, +2 NOTORIETY ! (if the thread option is chosen, the other member cannot claim this reward)

USGEN BOYS (haneul, wenjun, jasper, minki): write a 300+ words solo about your muse completing all FOUR tasks +6 SKILL POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE, +8 NOTORIETY !

PLEDGE: write a 100+ words solo of your muse presenting and explaining their pledge to a camera set up in their mini salon for +5 NOTORIETY !

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:mzsdmission on your threads and solos ! to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before MARCH 29, 2025 11:59 EDT.

MUSE NAME ∙ MZSD 002 - MZNYANG: +4 SKILL POINTS DISTRIBUTION, +4 notoriety [ LINK ] - EWF (minki): +6 LYRICS COMPOSITION +2 notoriety [ LINK ] - USGEN BOYS (haneul, wenjun, jasper, minki): +6 SKILL POINTS DISTRIBUTION +8 notoriety [ LINK ] - PLEDGE: +5 notoriety [ LINK ]

#lgc:mzsdmission #lgc:event #lgc:q12025

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