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fangirl-dot-com · 6 months

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Chapter 6 - Ok It’s Happening! Everyone Stay Calm!

This chapter is going to span Tuesday night into Wednesday night. Nothing really happens in between the initial post and family dinner, so I tried to add some things to fluff it up. You finally get to read a bit of reader-lore. The next chapter, “Family Dinner,” will be posted Wednesday night. Enjoy and don’t forget to comment to be added to the tag list :D

Arthur had to leave early Monday morning. You were sad, but were thankful that he was able to come spend a few nights with you. You almost forgot why you were in London in the first place.

Oh yeah, to become one of the best freaking F1 drivers there ever were. You could see the TikTok edits now. You hoped there would be at least one with an Olivia Rodrigo song in the background. Or maybe Taylor Swift? The possibilities were endless.

You were able to drive the car a few more times in the span of Monday and today. You really felt like you were becoming more familiar with it. One of the last times, they put you into the RB-19, just to get a feel for it for Vegas.

Speaking of Vegas, something popped up on your Instagram that you just had to share with Vito.

“Hey Vito, can you find me someone to marry while I’m in Vegas?” you nonchalantly asked while the two of you were having breakfast. He nearly spit out his orange juice.

“Excuse me?” he responded while wiping his mouth with the nice cloth napkin. The brunch place was very high end. You ended up getting pancakes though, while Vito got something you didn’t even want to try to pronounce.

“Well, there’s this Formula 1 wedding chapel, and I thought, how cool would it be to get married there while it’s up? So, I thought I’d ask to see if you could find me someone.”

Vito took a deep breath before massaging his brow. He was “this close” to quitting. But he would never do that to you. Instead, he said, “Kid. You cannot get married in Vegas.”

He thought you would have put up more of a fight, but you just shrugged and stuffed your mouth full of another bite of pancake. He shook his head as he tried to take another sip of his drink. The breakfast went well after that. You didn’t try to bring it up, but somehow, you would find your way to this chapel. Even if you weren’t going to get married.

As the two of you walked out of the building, you angled your body to Vito. “So, what do I have to do?”

He looked at his phone, “So you have to approve your helmet. And then we have to take some pictures for your post tonight. Tomorrow we have a flight to catch that will take us to Vegas. After, you will get settled at the hotel and then eat dinner with the team.”

“Geez, that seems like a lot doesn’t it?” You opened the driver door to your vehicle. Vito had said that it was your time to drive. You wanted to argue that every other waking moment was spent behind the wheel, but you knee that he wanted to be the passenger princess for once. He said that was not the case as he couldn’t handle you picking Country Girl by Luke Bryan one more time.

He said he even heard the song in his dreams.

You thought that was total madness. How could someone get tired of Luke Bryan. Maybe Daniel would listen to it with you at some point, if the two of you got close enough. Vito had walked around the car, got in, and started to buckle.

Using the button to start the car, the engine came to life. You carefully backed out of the parking space and pulled onto the road. Per the request of the Vito and Mitch, you were to return to RB to go over some last-minute paperwork and things of that nature.

Since the drive was so familiar by now, the time seemed to fly by even faster. You knew what you were doing. It was crazy to think that just last week, you were winning your F2 championship with no future plans. And now you were pulling up to headquarters like it was just another Tuesday.

Time was weird like that.

At the building, you almost cried when you saw your helmet. You wanted to make a joke, but decided against it. You could do that later over the radio in free practice one. It was everything that your little F1-loving heart ever wanted. The white and silver had a great contrast. But your favorite part was the glitter. You tried it on and had a couple of pictures taken. You let them know which ones were your favorites.

You later found yourself in a conference room going over last-minute legal things. Vito made sure that you knew what you were getting into with a multi-year contract and how much it would damage you if you were to break it. You were still 100 percent with it all. You also discussed what picture you wanted to use for their official statement. You picked one that had been taken after your first F2 win of the 2023 season. You sheepishly smiled when they pointed out the Mercedes logo, but you told them that it was there since you had won a sponsorship to help pay for everything. You had no loyalties to the other British team.

“All right, I think that wraps things up. Any questions, comments, or concerns?” one of the lawyers asked as he packed his things up.

With multiple shakings of heads, he bid farewell and left the room.

Now that it was just you, Mitch, and Vito, you spun your chair to face the two of them. You felt like a villain out of a movie as you put your hands together.

“Mitch, did you bring the special thing that I asked for?” you said in a darker tone, wanting to feel mysterious.

She rolled her eyes as she got up and walked to a clothing bag that was laying on the end of the table. She brought it back over and laid it over your lap.

You unzipped the bag and stared at the item. It was a vintage Red Bull bomber jacket. Just the sight wanted to make you cry.

You stood up and carefully put the jacket on. You turned towards Mitch and Vito.

“How do I look?” you asked. Now you were getting shy. You might be loud with people you were comfortable with, but you always put people’s opinion of you over anything else. They both had comforting smiles.

“I think you were born to wear that jacket kid,” Vito said, with almost tears in his eyes.

“Same here Y/n. You truly belong with us,” Mitch said as she gave you a hug. You let a few tears fall when doing so. It had been long since you really felt accepted somewhere.

With your parents, you constantly wanted their approval, but never got it. That drove you to be the best at everything. People always told you to quit in F4, but you slowly rose above them as you entered F3. There, people told you that you, a girl, did not belong in F3. You were only 15 at the time.

You proved them wrong as you became the first female to join the ranks of F2 two years later. You spent 3 years fighting for your hard earned right to be there. It got easier with the help of friends, but you always wanted more. One more chance to prove yourself. And you got that with the F1 seat.

“Could we take a few pictures for me to post later?” Mitch and Vito agreed. You three found a nice spot on a hidden balcony. It basically looked like you were on the sidewalk, but you wouldn’t take that risk. It was too close and you had people right where you wanted them.

You had grabbed an iconic can of Red Bull on your way out and cracked it open to pose with it. It took a good 30 minutes for you to get the pose correctly.

While going through those photos, you spoke up.

“Did you know that my first kart had the Red Bull logo on it. I loved that thing, even if I crashed it multiple times.” You chuckled at the memories.

“What goes around comes around,” Vito muttered as he went through the photos.

“Reminds me of that Taylor Swift sound on Tik Tok. It’s been a long time coming.”

Mitch gave a playful scoff, “You should use that as your caption.” You hadn’t thought of that! Mitch definitely thought that you wouldn’t, but the look on your face showed her that you really wanted to do it. She, once again, rolled her eyes at your antics. But, she herself was comforted by your easy-going personality. She had only known you for a couple of days, but you were becoming very dear to her.

You were becoming very dear to everyone. Every worker was amazed at your talent. A few even compared you to Sebastian Vettel and their very own champion Max Verstappen. But Mitch wouldn’t tell you that in fear of scaring you off. It was a big thing to be compared to the two legends, but you didn’t need that pressure on you. You already had been through so much. Vito had let Mitch know before of what has happened with past race strategists. She never wanted to be like what you’ve had to deal with.

You now were beginning to explain the entirety of why Taylor Swift was re-recording her albums in the first place. Your hands were pointing at invisible objects in the air while Vito just stood and listened. Mitch thought it would be hilarious to see you and Max discuss race tactics.

There was the Maxsplaining and the Leclerifying. Now you would be Y/n-strating (illustrating but with your name in front).

“And that is why we don’t like Scooter. We’re gonna come for his ankles before he can come for ours. Mother never told us to be nice to him,” you gestured as you finished your rant. Vito looked bored to death while Mitch was just smirking at the two of you. You wondered what she was thinking about.

Oh well. She could read your mind but you couldn’t read hers.

When it got dark, you and Vito headed back to hotel to pack before you were supposed to be at the hotel. Riggs, Lacy, Mitch, and other personnel would be flying out with you. There would be no commercial flight, instead there would be a private plane for everyone. You couldn’t wait, since this would be the first time to fly privately.

There was really nothing different to it until you actually got on the plane. Security was the same and the private lounge area wasn’t much different than the ones you had already been to. There were fewer seats on the plane, but everyone fit comfortable.

You were excited that you didn’t have to pay for WIFI on the plane to watch your TV shows. There were a couple of Brooklyn 99 episodes that you hadn’t seen yet. Once those were finished, you told yourself that you’d take a quick nap and wake up way before you landed.

That was a lie.

You practically slept the entire way there, and was only awoken by the plane landing. You were excited to be back in the states. You hadn’t been in years. Texas would always be your favorite state though, since you lived there for 5 years when you were in your teens. You had begged Arthur and Ollie to go with you once, but they declined and you ended up not going. You couldn’t wait to drive at COTA.

The nap really helped as you weren’t exhausted when you got to the hotel. Vito told you though that you had time to sleep before you needed to wake up the next morning. But the nerves were getting to you.

At 9 a.m. Red Bull would be posting the statement. Which reminded you to do the same. You inhaled sharply as you picked the pictures on your Instagram. You were able to find a picture of your old kart, and you definitely used Mitch’s suggestion for the caption. You tagged Red Bull before posting and turning off your phone. You could deal with everything tomorrow morning when you had gotten a good night’s sleep.

Well, that good night’s sleep was way too short for your liking. Your alarm sounded way too loud and interrupted the nice dream that you were having. It was something about marrying some dude at the F1 chapel. You just couldn’t get it out of your mind.

You took a shower to at least feel better. The staleness of the plane air clung to you throughout the night. Should you have showered after sending the world into a panic? Yes. But did you? No. Your phone might as well have combusted last night. Turning on the front screen, there were thousands upon thousands of notifications. You simply swiped left and deleted them all.

Opening your Instagram, it was worse. Your face was everywhere. Happily, enough, almost everything was a positive outlook. Only a few bad ones stood out, but you knew better than to look. While scrolling, you were interrupted by a face time request from Ollie. You quickly picked up and were met with the sight of his face. With jaw dropped, he just stared at you.

“Hello to you to?”

You pulled the phone away from your face as he started screeching. You just listened as he ranted for another 10 minutes before he went silent.

“You done?” you deadpanned.

“Uh, yeah. I think so.”

“Ok good.” You went on to tell him about everything that happened in the past week. He definitely whined when you told him that Arthur knew before he did. He demanded that you tell him next time. And you told him that you hoped that there wouldn’t be a next time. You were determined to stay with Red Bull for as long as possible.

After the phone call, you kind of just chilled around the room all day. Dinner wasn’t until later and you had time to get ready.

After watching episodes upon episodes, you saw that you needed to get ready. With your trusty playlist, cans of hair spray, your makeup, and your curling iron – you were ready for the battle that was looking perfect for dinner.

Each curl had to be calculated, each face product must be weighed to the exact suggested amount. Did you do either? No.

You just did it how you normally did, and somehow you got it done. You took a quick picture and posted it on your story. The dress you picked was black. A long slit showed just enough leg, while there was only one sleeve. You paired it with some gold heals. You only hoped it wasn’t too much, but you wanted to make a good impression. Vito had gotten the go ahead from Christian beforehand. The restaurant was supposed to be of the upmost hoity-toity-ness and you hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.

With a knock on your door, you knew it was time to meet the family.

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tarotofzhivamoon · 5 months

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Masterlist • P@tr30n • Personal readings

Pause and take a big breath in, then choose the pile you feel the most drawn to🦋

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Pile 1

It took us a while to fall in love, to let each other open up to this possibility that maybe we are meant to be together because old habits kept coming back, they kept influencing our ability to open our hearts and they hindered this beautiful fresh start of a new beginning for us, as we came into this with suspicious and cautious eyes. I must say I lacked experience in relationships, it took me a while to understand how I am supposed to show up for you, how to actually be able to make you part of my routine, but it’s all so clear now that I can push past the limitations of my past. My heart is open to you, it is open to love and inside of me there’s a constellation of feelings that I feel for you because you just bring out the best in me, a part of me that I never really knew existed. I have tried to hide behind the shadows of my defense mechanisms, of every behavior, thought and action that I took with the idea that I needed to take care of myself and preserve who I was in case someone else wanted to conquer me, take everything and leave me with nothing but with you all of my defenses dropped. I can’t think clearly when you’re around, I can’t even describe the things I am feeling when your soft skin touches mine but I know that I am surrendering to you; you can have all of me, you can take over everything I am because I completely trust in you that you do not want to change me, I trust that you love me just for who I am and that whatever you’ll take, whatever I will give you, you will also give back to me so that both of us can grow beautiful gardens within us that are watered by our gentle, pure love. I want everything with you, I want to see the end of my days next to you, I want to start my mornings and end my nights with you here, with a kiss, a touch, a smile and other tokens that symbolize the absolute love we have for each other.

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Pile 2

I have walked alone for years and years, always leaving parts of me everywhere I went, something that people could remember me by or it maybe was because I had lost so much of myself in that relationship of place that I didn’t know what was mine to take. I have always been one to want this world to become a more loving place for everyone, I understood and observed others, saw their pain and I took it on me to the be the person that is always there for them because I thought they needed me, even though I was also hurting on the inside and no one actually really saw me. I didn’t want to fall in love ever again, I wanted to be on my own because I felt that I had a bubble of protection around me that no one would be able to break if I didn’t let them get too close to me, I just didn’t want to surrender to such a powerful, yet possibly extremely hurtful experience if it wasn’t meant to work out; I didn’t want to take that change at being heartbroken anymore because I felt like if it happened it would have turned me into this cold hearted monster that had no empathy, no understanding and no love to give, only madness at a world that seemed to be against me and never showed me the love that I needed and wanted in return. I have been in my own world, my own safe space, like a little scared rabbit I would hop in and out of relationships and places the moment I started to feel vulnerable and threatened, nobody was really able to catch me and to show me the love, show me the way back towards a part of me that I actually lost in the process of trying to protect my heart. You were able to make me want to stay next to you because you have been so gentle with my heart, you have actually a better understanding than me about the things that I was going through because you’ve been through similar experiences but you still turned out differently, those experiences actually transformed you into being even kinder, even more loving and your energy has showed me the way back to myself.

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Pile 3

I threw logic out of the window with you, I didn’t need it and I don’t think I will ever need it because I knew that I needed to let my heart guide me to you and guide me with my relationship with you. I manifested you, I spent entire days thinking about you and wanting you to find your way into my life so that I could experience this type of psychedelic love with you, one that lifts me up to the sky on soft clouds and makes me feel lighter than ever, like I have no other worry in the world. Your love is spiritual, I do think and feel as though you have a spiritual purpose in my life, this romance isn’t simply practical, it isn’t a simple “this is what I need to do, this person is good for me”, it’s more than that, it’s deeper and besides that feeling that you are the one for me, there is something that doesn’t really make sense. And it’s beautiful that it doesn’t make sense, because we are nothing alike, we see the world differently, but we want the same thing which is love and growth. My prayer has been answered when you came into my life, romance found its way into my life in the most elevating way and I knew right from the start that I was going to marry you because it was the only path our connection had as an option. I’m here to work hard for you, I’m here to work hard for our relationship because I know that the effort I put in matters and I know that it makes a difference towards actually achieving the beautiful things that we both want out of this connection. I know that both of us are going to be successful because everything we need is right in our hands. I know that sometimes these feelings can get overwhelming and sometimes too much, even if it is love, can do great harm if it transforms into smothering and being too present, I am guilty of that, I’m guilty of wanting to spend all of my time with you, guilty of doing everything with you but I also know that we should maintain this sense of independence for us to be able to do things outside of the relationship too because it’s healthy.

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supernova25 · 7 months

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Can't Love You Anymore

a/n: this was pretty long hehe rbs are much appreciated !

c/w: angst, ooc? idk i always put this just in case | word count . . 575

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Your phone rang, it was from Scaramouche. “Hello?” you say, “Hello? [Name]? I’ll be home late, I have to finish up a few things” he says. He’s a liar, you can hear music, he’s most likely at a club, he was slurring his words too. “Oh, okay, get home safe” you say, hanging up the phone.

You were sick of this. It wasnt the first time, it wasn’t the first time he came home late, reeking of alcohol. When he was home however, he didn’t really pay attention to you. You loved him so much, too much. You loved him too much, which is why you’re putting up with this. But you aren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You loved him, but you werent sure if he loved you back.

It wasnt always like this, he used to be so loving with you. Although he wasnt fond of saying ‘I love you’ he was fond of giving you gifts, showing his love for you. He spent all of his free time with you. Now, its different, he rarely spends time with you, rarely gives you any attention, rarely gives you any gifts. He used to look at you with so much love. Now, he looks at you with those cold eyes, you hated it, but you put up with it, because you love him.

Could you really put up with any more of this?

The next day, you wake up with his side of the bed empty. He used to be there every morning. Greeting you good morning. If he had to leave early he leaves a note. You checked the bedside table if there was a note, getting your hopes up. Alas, there was none.

Maybe it was time to finally let go.

To your surprise, he was downstairs. “Good morning” you say, wrapping your arms around him. “Morning” he says before pushing you away, not even looking at you. “No work today?” you ask, “No, my shift just starts later than usual. I’m going to get ready now” He says, going upstairs.

Are you tired of me now?

He’s on his way home. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to call him.

“Hello? Where are you?” you say, mustering up all your courage.

“In a taxi, you?” he says.

“Home.” you reply.

"I’m almost home” you’re surprised he hasnt hung up the phone yet.

“I’m sorry” sorry? Why is he saying sorry?

“For what” you say, knowing what he’s sorry for.

“Just… everything” you can hear him sigh on the other end.

You recall all the times he’s made you feel loved. Based on how he’s talking it seems like he’s had a long day, was now really the best time? The happiness you received from him was just a mere memory. You can’t even remember the last time you two stayed in the same room for longer than 5 minutes.

Everything was also so awkward with you two, tension hanging in the air. You two were growing distant, it’s too late to fix it even if you tried.

“Just come home” you reply.

You think for a bit before speaking again.

“Hey… Nevermind” Are you sure? You still love him, of course. You don’t want to end things. But what about him? Does he still love you? Does he even care about your relationship?

“What is it?” he says.

“I don’t think we’re in love anymore”

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angelshimaa · 6 months

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warm simple mornings w kuroo please !! 💟 (u can add others too ahihi) either gn or fem is oki love u angel

━━ 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 ;; 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, maybe an ooc!kuroo (first time writing for him), reader is called 'baby' and 'darling', kuroo is called 'tetsu'

✧ a/n :: hi rae!! thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i've done him justice <3 feel free to ask for a redo in case you don't quite like it <3

the morning sun shining through the curtains is what greets you first when your eyes open slowly, trying to ease gently out of sleep. your senses awaken one after the other, and once you're awake enough to understand your existence, you hear deep, even breathing.

a smile drags itself across your face as you shift, turning to be met with your boyfriend's face. his dark hair looks like a mess of a mop, unruly in how it covers some of his face. kuroo looks so peaceful— and for a moment you think about flicking his forehead, just to see the surprise he'd wake up in.

you chuckle to yourself, choosing peace and favouring laziness as you stay in bed a little longer, watching him.

“quite creepy to watch me in my sleep, darling. am i that irresistible?” kuroo muses.

his voice still thick with sleep as he blinks awake, his narrow eyes on you. they're such a pretty brown, warm like this morning and almost golden.

“no— you snore, quite hard to look away from such noise.”

his lips pull upwards slightly as he smiles slowly— your lie seems to amuse him. “do i, now?”

“mhm,” you nod. “like a grandpa. sounds like an old motor that just won't start. or a chainsaw. or a pig. or—”

you earn yourself a small laugh from him. “such violence so early in the morning— and i didn't get so much as a 'good morning' first.”

your grin is fully formed by now, forever charmed by your combined silliness. “good morning, tetsu.”

his long arm reaches out and drags you closer to him as best as he can.

“good morning, baby. what, no good morning kiss for the love of your life?” tetsuro teases and your grimace makes him grin wider.

your hand reaches out to try and take through the mess of his hair. “not with that morning breath, mister. brush your teeth, then we can talk.” you let your hand slide down to cup his cheek, and he turns to place a kiss against your palm.

“after a while, baby— let's just cuddle for a minute, yeah?”

there's no urgency in this specific morning, nowhere you both need to be. you hum your agreement, and as lazily as the morning that lay before you, you both shifted until you were comfortable, with your head against his chest and his arm around you.

as far as you and tetsuro are concerned, the day has yet to start. as his fingers trace up and down your arm, you begin to wonder if it ever really will.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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slutforpringles · 2 months

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Mat Coch talking about his trackside observations of the RB/Vcarb at testing:

I think the RB looks [like] a really good car. I understand why Daniel Ricciardo and team principal Laurent Mekies are talking down its chances, because they want to temper that enthusiasm in case it's not. It's still a young team if we look at what it's trying to do; it's very much in a building phase. So they don't want to put too much pressure on the team as it works through this. But that car, I went out on track on the opening day of testing and the opening morning of testing, with a couple of other journalists, and when that car came through us through the turn one, two, three complex, we all looked at each other and went, wow, that car has made strong gains from last year. Again, it's a little bit like I said with the Aston Martin that it doesn't do anything brilliantly, but it doesn't do anything badly. I'm just going to go back to my notes here. This was written on the first morning, looks very settled on track. Livery looks amazing, I also added. Good rotation as well through the mid corner. That's not something that you say about a car that's bad straight out of the gates. I mean, the McLaren wasn't, I couldn't say the same things about the McLaren at that stage. What will be interesting to see is whether that car just rolled out of the truck and was in a really good window and everyone else then caught up to that. Because by the end of the test, the RB didn't look the same standout that it was earlier on, which suggests that maybe it just started in a better place than everyone caught up to it. Conversely, it started in a good place and they didn't need to do anything to it, so they didn't stress it, and just focused on getting the data that they need.

via: Pit Talk Podcast Bahrain Grand Prix Preview

This Ricciardo/VCarb hopium hype train needs to slow down, or I genuinely fear I may not survive the next 48-72 hours. 😵😵😵

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anthroparian · 4 months

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Can I get like $30 to get some things for my house thank youuu. Will turn off RBs when received and update in reblogs!

I have $20 so I can cover a portion. Asking for a little in case of replacements as it's a Doordash delivery order (and that happens a lot)/delivery fee fluctuation (price at time of writing below). need stock up on some stuff for the house and try to get stuff to help my ma to stay warm on the way to work in the morning (she goes out at 7am and it's been under 20°F every morning here lately).

We had to pay almost about $900 in rent at the start of this month and so everything else is kind of going to trying to cover the rest of this month (long stay hotel not actual apartment, week to week rent) + storage unit in another state (moved from WA, another $150) so we're kind of screwed on money. And I'm just... hoping all this will last for a bit at least. Um. 👍

(p@yp4l is kind of preferred here so I don't have to go through transferring it from one to another but it's ok if you can't)

Can compensate any amount you give with a doodle if you'd like as these below are examples of how I've been drawing lately. Just DM me on here or reply to this or maybe even leave a note?

Seriously thank you so much as always for sparing anything I appreciate it truly & always. So sorry for asking for so much always but life has been a bit ass lately for us all <3

#OP

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soulnottainted · 4 months

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New Hire

Kelsey Anderson, childhood friend to Vanessa, goes in an unemployment office for some counseling. She doesn't expect to reunite with an old friend and soon become a part of his operation. (non-romantic)

I haven't written a drabble in like two years, but I'm finally not burnt out to write one so HERE! Safe to rb!

"Kelsey Anderson?" the intercom came on, the voice of a woman speaking from the reception desk, reading off the name for the first and last time.

Miss Anderson stood up, trying to hide her nerves and disheveled emotions internally. She wore her most business-attire fitting outfit in her wardrobe, a white blouse paired with a thin maroon cardigan. In the outfit, she looked older than she really was, the young age of her early twenties.

Carefully her small hands removed the headphones off her one ear; she only had half on in preparation to her name being called. David Bowie's Reality became faint and muffled before her fingers found the power button on her portable CD player, the vocals "Never look over reality's shoulder" finishing before it silenced with a click.

At the reception desk, the lady who had said her name politely but clearly uninterested and disassociating, stated to go to the door to the right, and that her counselor was Mr. Steve Raglan.

A pit formed in her stomach. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for a counselor for help, it was that Kelsey felt utterly useless. She did everything she was supposed to, being an almost grade A student throughout her entire school career, even in college, and yet when it came to finding a job in her field, it all hit dead ends. It didn't help also that any jobs were customer service in places Kelsey had no passion of being in. Having sensory and traumatic issues, it was a difficult task to even enjoy her work, becoming a soulless zombie.

And when she told her parents she were to quit, after having a new job every year for the past four years, this was how she ended up in the unemployment office, feeling like an absolute failure.

"Thank you," Kelsey replied quietly, heart thudding in her chest as she made her way towards the door that would send her back to the counselors' offices. Whilst walking, she placed her CD player and headphones in her star shaped crossbody purse that displayed many pins of various interests. Her parents wanted her to bring a normal purse, but despite wanting to be professional, she wanted to be herself too. Then, after going down the hall, she took a right at the very end, the nameplate she was looking for next to the appropriate door.

Standing there for a moment, the young woman's breath became ragged, her anxieties and pressure on her shoulders getting the better of her, besides the thoughts in her head thinking about how this career counselor would judge her. She'd have to talk about herself and talk about how she truly wanted to work but there were many inside and outside factors that kept her from being successful. That morning, Kelsey even tried to rehearse certain scenarios for certain questions, just in case she'd have a mind blank.

The appointment was now. She had to knock on the door, open it, and the appointment would start. A part of her wanted nothing more than to turn and walk out of there, but she had to keep going. Courage, dear heart...

She knocked unsure but firmly on the door a couple times before a male voice answered with just enough chipper attitude that Kelsey thought it was fake, "Come in!"

Fingers grasped the cold metal door handle before pressing down, unlocking and opening the door to the room. Just taking a step into the room like she was in an episode of the Twilight Zone, going into the mouth of the void, never to be seen again. Sure this could've been blown out of proportion, but Kelsey's anxiety disorder unfortunately did this for most scenarios, denying taking any medication for it, for fear of retaliation if anyone found out she did, they'd tell her the anxiety disorder was non-existent.

"Good afternoon," the voice said warmly, Kelsey again second guessing if his warmth was true or not, that he put on the same show for 20 other clients he had that day, "Come in, come in, don't be shy, I don't bite."

He sounded familiar, but the name she couldn't place, swearing that she heard that voice as a kid. She wouldn't know, not unless she got a good look Mr. Raglan. But then she did. It didn't take perhaps five seconds for Kelsey to stop in her tracks, standing in the counselor's office like a stone statue with a confused, neutral look on its face.

"Wait....I don't mean to pry and this is gonna sound so stupid if I get this wrong," she started slowly, "But...Mr. Afton, is that you?"

This Mr. Afton she hadn't seen in more than ten years at this point. After there were five missing children tied to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the place where Kelsey spent most of her time as a child was shut down. Funnily enough, Kelsey was always playing with Mr. Afton's daughter Vanessa, alongside those five missing kids. Over her friendship with Vanessa, Kelsey honestly spent more time with the Afton family than her own, always at the pizzeria, or over at their house for sleepovers. But after the pizzeria shut down, there was an eerie radio silence and cut off communication from both William and his daughter.

As a child, Kelsey never understood. Not much was released to the public either, shrouding the Aftons in mystery. Same thing for Henry Emily and his family, but not as much as the Aftons. Every day Kelsey could walk by the shut down business and the lights would still be on in the evenings despite not being open for almost 20 years. All she could wonder was whether her best childhood friend was okay or not. But seeing Mr. Afton here, William in the flesh, in the strangest place to reunite with him was....something to say the least.

Mr. Raglan's eyes widened at the mention of this other name. The young woman never thought twice of why he changed his name, at least not yet anyway, and he intended to keep it that way. The man paused himself, looking at the girl for a few moments before settling his eyes back down to read her name on her resume. No, it couldn't be! What in the hell kind of coincidence was this?

Settling the file down on his desk with a soft landing after some airtime, the man grinned, genuinely, "Kelsey? Wow, h-hey kiddo, long time no see!"

At the confirmation, the girl's heart thudded but with different reasoning now, excited to see her friend's father for the first time in so long. Her uneasiness turned into a smile right back at him, the grip she had holding the strap to her bag loosened, "Yeah, yeah that's me. How are you, Mr. A-"

"Please, call me Steve," he interrupted abruptly, "William is my middle name." That was a lie, but Kelsey never looked into it.

"Steve," Kelsey corrected as she made her way towards the guest seat across from the desk, "How've you been? How's Vanessa? I thought you two moved or something, never heard from you again."

"Ah," Steve stood up, coming out from around his desk before giving Kelsey a couple pats on the shoulder before giving a slight side hug, "Yeah, it was a whole fiasco when the pizzeria shut down. So much so we did have to move. Still stayed in town, but it was very abrupt. I'm sorry 'Nessa couldn't contact you, it was a rough time for both of us. But she's doing well, I'm proud of her, my little bunny's an officer of the law now."

"What? No shit, that's awesome!" Kelsey grinned at hearing her friend was doing so well, then quickly back-tracked on her swear, "Oop--Sorry."

A slight warm chuckle escaped the six foot tall man, keeping his large hand on her shoulder, "It's alright. Besides we're practically family, aren't we?" A pause. "Well, enough about me, how have you been? Come on, kiddo, sit, let's see what I can do for you. You're in good hands." As he made his round back towards his own seat, he offered her coffee, which Kelsey politely declined as she sat down.

"Well...you can guess how things are going because I'm here," Kelsey noted with a nervous chuckle, going into the worst part of any therapy or counseling, alongside the worst part of job interviews.

"Well besides that," Mr. Afton rolled his eyes with a smile, taking amusement with her comment, opening her file again to peruse the resume, then commented, "You got many awards listed from high school academics, a couple of college scholarships, you graduated with an associates degree a few years ago in art and design. But...I don't see any creative jobs on here, though. Why is that? You clearly have the skills and the credentials you need."

"Yeah well that's where things go down the drain for me," her hands fidgeted in her lap. She wanted to look at Steve, but she didn't have the heart to, "I've applied to numerous jobs based off my major. Nobody wanted me, so I had to take whatever jobs I could get. Whatever I got though, I'd be instantly burned out. I'm just not...built that way."

Honestly her thoughts were just waiting for Steve to talk just as her parents did of her, ready to send her spirit plummeting to the ground, saying that her words were just excuses.

But instead he replied with a slight nod, leaning forward on his elbows, his glasses having a slight glare from the light above. "I see where you're coming from. I mean, when you were small, you always had to have earplugs in or else you'd have a sensory overload. You never really played like a normal kid either. Sure you'd draw with Vanessa and play dolls, but your focus was mostly being on your own. Being around kids being kids for the most part was too much for you, so you'd just stick to standing near the animatronics on stage or if Golden Bonnie was around."

The man smiled when he mentioned Golden Bonnie, as if thinking about an old friend. When Kelsey was little, she would stay beside the character mascot, really thinking of him as a friend. Golden Bonnie in return would make sure she trusted him, almost like a guardian. Sure he'd play around with the other children that wanted his attention, but his eyes always kept watch on the quietest child of all. The little one never figured out that Golden Bonnie was Vanessa's father, the man who would come out after Golden Bonnie would say goodbye in the evening, and then offer the two girls to go out for ice cream after closing.

Kelsey was still trying to figure out what exactly Golden Bonnie was, even to this day. This was the only child left that associated Golden Bonnie with something good, and William intended to keep it that way. She'd never know what horrible things William had done in that suit.

"You loved Golden Bonnie," he continued, "You loved all the animatronics over there. And they loved you, kiddo, and I'm sure they still do."

At the sentimental statement, the girl smiled softly, a tinge of sadness to it, although it was a bit strange to suggest the animatronics were real now, "I did. Bonnie was my favorite. All of them felt like my friends. Sure, they were robots but as a kid, my brain couldn't tell the difference. I still dunno if Golden Bonnie was a bot or a human or what, but...That bunny made me feel safe."

Typically William's pride came when he got the rush he got when he killed back in the 80s, or the pride he felt when he hired that new security guard without a hitch who was...currently indisposed. Right, he needed another one...Soon. But this pride now came from knowing that he did something that positively affected someone instead of the opposite. Whatever little left he had of his humanity, Kelsey had found it.

"I'm glad," he smiled fondly down at her shorter form, "Well I was going to keep this a secret, but from how many years I've known you and how much you've loved the place, I think I'm gonna tell you now." Mr Raglan, Mr Afton's hands clasped firmly on his desk with a grin, looking like he wasn't a 50 something year old and more like a kid in a candy store, the anticipation killing him.

"I have a job for you. And I think you're gonna like what I'm offering."

The girl sitting across from him raised an eyebrow. Really? He had a job offer? This early? He was confident in it too? Kelsey had to know.

"Yeah? What....What is it?"

The counselor had a glint in his eye, looking for a brief second like the madman he was. Sure Kels trusted him and didn't think her life was in any danger, but he looked crazed, as if something was being set in motion. His palms lay flat on the desk before his slim form stood, grinning down at the child he used to babysit, all grown up. It was time for her to return. She'd never know what really goes on, and she'd be just as happy. The animatronics would love to see her.

"Freddy's is re-opening...and I'd like you to be a part of that, Kelsey."

The girl's eyes went wide, flabbergasted by what he just said, "Are...Are you serious?"

His grin grew even wider as Kelsey questioned him. He knew she'd be interested.

"And I'd like you," he continued calmly despite his disposition, "To be assistant manager. You'd be helping run the place in all aspects, making sure all employees and customers are having a good time during operational hours. You'd be at the heart of the operation. And if someone gives you bullshit, could be anybody? I'll take care of it. You're a real special kid, Kels. You got talent, you're smart, you know how to connect with your inner child."

"Mr. Afton," she has started to say, shaking her head in disbelief of what she was hearing, but he just kept on going.

"Wages can be justified, you'll get 40 hours solid a week, you'll have to work some Saturdays because of how busy it is, but I'm sure I can find someone to cover for you every once in a while if you need to be somewhere. Also..."

One of his large hands picked up a pen and started to tap it on the table along with each word, "I need an artist's touch to get the place lively again. I'd like to get a big mural done near the entrance into the restaurant, something to welcome the new and returning customers with, something that really stirs the imagination. You think you can do that, kiddo?"

Speechless. Utterly speechless. She couldn't have imagined a better place to work. She already had felt right at home there, granted she hadn't set foot there in years, but the thought of introducing her animatronic friends to a new generation of children to take into their hearts? Kelsey was sold.

"I..." Kelsey laughed, "I don't know what to say!"

His plan was working. In turn for being his top employee, no harm would come to her. He was partial to her, just like his own daughter, although Vanessa had a few close calls...

He returned her laugh with an upbeat chuckle, opening up his arms wide, as if he was Willy Wonka, done presenting his latest and greatest candy to the world, "You don't have to say anything! I see that you're interested just by your expression. It tugs at your heart strings. I knew you'd love it. The place will be cleaned up in the meantime, but come next Monday, you and I can start brainstorming ideas for that mural, and I can reintroduce you to the building, get a sense of where everything is. It won't officially open for about a month, but I need you to know that if you accept the position, you are guaranteed it."

Kelsey couldn't believe that her favorite place in the world, filled with childhood memories, would be re-opening. Things would need to be updated for modern times but...the majority of it, including the animatronic show, would be the same one. Her heart became full.

"I-Im honored," both her dimples showed as she stood, a smaller hand reaching out to shake William...Steve's larger one, "I'll take it."

"Wonderful, Kels!" he shook it firmly before patting her hand when she let go, "I knew you'd be the right choice. Now-- You'll have to fill out paperwork and all the boring forms, but after that? You're good to set sail, my dear."

Excitedly, Mr. Raglan pulled out the necessary forms from a folder in his filing cabinet, then handed them to Kelsey, as well as the pen he had held onto. After telling her to ask him any questions at all about certain parts of the form, William Afton was awkwardly silent as Kelsey filled out the information on the papers. It made her want to start a conversation just to fill in the white noise. It was too quiet.

"So next Monday is orientation?" she asked, almost done with the stack after several minutes.

With a sharp nod, the lanky man drank a sip of his coffee before answering, putting it down afterwards next to his mug of pens, "Yes, Monday morning. I'll be expecting you by nine."

"Nine," Kelsey repeated to confirm it in her mind, "Got it. And uhh what about attire? Black pants, business shoes?"

"Oh come now, Kelsey," he gently scolded her, "Wear whatever you'd like. Its orientation. Besides, you'll be getting your own uniform when you start; I'm not worried. It'll be just you and I for the day."

The anxieties and concerns Kelsey had were diminished in just a few sentences. This was too good to be true, but she finally would be happy, she hoped. Finishing up signing the many documents, she stood up again, handing them to her family friend, her new boss.

"I can't wait to start, Mr. Afton," she beamed like a ray of light up to him, "Really, this'll be an amazing opportunity for me."

"Likewise, Miss Anderson," Steve pulled back into his professionalism a tad, placing the documents in a safe place before clapping his hands together, beaming down at her like a proud parent, "I can't wait to see what you can do for the old place, breathe some new life into it. I'm sure you'll do amazing things here with your potential."

If Vanessa was here, she'd stop Kelsey immediately, telling her that this was dangerous...but Vanessa wasn't there. Nobody could stop William Afton now. His restaurant was going to open again, he would continue his spree of killing, and his staff wouldn't know the wiser. Everything was falling into place. Kelsey would carry the illusion of happiness in the place while the truth would be hidden from her and the guest view.

"Well, that's all I need from you," he dropped his arms to his sides, "Everything is all set. You got any questions for me, squirt?"

"Oh I'll be sure to think of some over the week!"

"Absolutely, absolutely. Uhhh if you wanna give me a call with any questions, you can. Here, my card. Has my number and extension. I'm here throughout the evening, mostly night shifts."

"At a counseling office?"

"Yeah," he breathed through his teeth before continuing, "I stay after hours to catch up on the next day. So don't feel shy to call, I'm always here."

The card she took and slipped into her purse without a second thought, "Perfect, I will."

As the meeting came to a close, Mr. Raglan grinned down at his new employee. He had watched her blossom as a child and now he was going to see her succeed alongside him in his line of work. The thought made him shake his head, "Good, good...Now you rest up, because next week we are going to hit the ground running, alright?"

"I will."

"C'mere kiddo," William came around for a full hug this time, his long arms wrapping around Kelsey's small round body, squeezing reassuringly, "You're gonna do great. And it's so good to see you too. You've grown up way too fast, you have to stop doing that, okay? I don't need more reminders that I'm an old man."

She ended up laughing softly at that, "Okay, I won't. Tell Vanessa I said hi?"

He paused for a moment, abruptly, before replying, as if he was coming out of a trance, "Oh yeah, yeah, sure I will! Will do." He then looked down at his watch before patting her shoulder, letting her go finally, "Jesus--Sorry Kels, I might have to gently kick you out, my next appointment should be here any minute."

"Oh no, that's okay, totally get it," she quickly nodded, "I'll see you Monday? Nine?"

"Yep! You got it," Steve winked, "I'll see you around, kiddo. Thanks for coming in."

And with that, Kelsey gave him a partial wave before exiting the room.

William stood there, smiling to himself, not just because he just hired his daughter's childhood friend, but also because of the next candidate he had lined up right after her. He pulled out the file and read the name over and over again.

Kelsey passed a young disheveled man in a hoodie grudgingly make his way to the office she just came out of. She didn't get a good look at him, more focused on her own success of the meeting, grinning ear to ear as she exited the building. Clearly the guy didn't want to be there, he glanced up at Kelsey for a moment before going back to his route of looking at the floor. She popped her headphones back on to resume the voice of David Bowie, a triumphant end to what was supposed to be a nerve wracking assessment.

The door opened to Mr. Raglan's office. The meeting started, the tone shockingly being a complete opposite of what Kelsey went through. The counselor swiveled in his chair with the young man's file in his hands, looking over the pages. He had looked over them many times before this, unknowingly to the soulless client sitting across from him. Steve hummed a few times in fake thought, acting at his finest. Then his voice got very low, almost in a growl in fake distaste, looking up at his next victim. He was having way too much fun.

"What is your deal, Mike?"

#my writing ;;

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abigail-pent · 2 years

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GOOD MORNING I've been thinking a lot about all the hints in NTN that Pyrrha helped with the birth of Anastasia's child, and it occurred to me:

PYRRHA helped paint a nursery in the Anastasian. After the founding of the Ninth. The Ninth, which was founded by Anastasia, a second-gen Lyctor, supposedly (according to Silas) only for the purpose of guarding the Tomb. Pyrrha, not Gideon. So did Anastasia know by then that it was Pyrrha painting her nursery, not Gideon? Because if so, then she would have known about the compartmentalization.

Was the pact she made with Alecto motivated by this knowledge-- knowing that your cav could survive inside you, in a way?

It has to be the case that the Anastasia-Alecto vow was made before John switched Alecto off. But actually a lot of the rest of the timeline is a bit murky. My impression is that Anastasia's attempted ascension was the last attempt among the OG Lyctors, but I'm not sure where this idea has come to me from. In any case, I feel fairly confident she attempted after Gideon ascended, though the Eightfold Path and the structure of the Canaan House labs do imply that none of them ascended until all second-gen Lyctors had joined them at Canaan.

But at what point does she found the Ninth? Other Lyctors founded Houses, and it's not clear if they founded them before or after ascension; though I would guess before, just because it does seem that Lyctors have difficulty conceiving, and we know many Houses practice "Resurrection purity", which could mean a lot of things but may have something to do with preserving bloodlines. And if anyone's bloodline were considered worthy of preservation in this universe, it would be a Lyctor's bloodline. But even if Augustine founded Koniortos Court before ascension, that doesn't necessarily mean Anastasia founded Drearburh before trying to ascend.

But I digress. To believe Silas that the Ninth "had one job", so to speak, is to imply that Drearburh didn't exist before John put Alecto to sleep. Which means the timeline would be "Anastasia attempts" > "Anastasia-Alecto vow" > "John puts Alecto to sleep" > "Drearburh founded". That can make sense. But where does Anastasia's pregnancy fit in that timeline? If Pyrrha is painting a nursery on the Ninth, it would have to be after the founding of Drearburh. This can all work, but it would have to work extremely quickly.

So if @ghostsandyoumightdie is right, and the Tombkeeper's line is descended from a child of Anastasia and Samael's, which took on part of Samael's soul in the Lyctorhood process, then we're looking at a timeline like this:

1. Anastasia and Samael conceive

1.5. Gideon becomes a Lyctor (this step could go anywhere before step 2)

2. Anastasia and Samael attempt and fail/are sabotaged by John

3. Alecto makes a vow to Anastasia

4. John puts Alecto to sleep

5. Anastasia, secretly pregnant, founds Drearburh around the Tomb

6. Pyrrha paints a nursery on the Ninth and helps Anastasia with the birth

where step 6 happens < 9 months after step 1. That is a lot of plot in a short amount of time. It also implies that Anastasia's attempted ascension happens either just before or just after a big RB attack, which is interesting context. Also, an Anastasia-Alecto vow makes a *lot* of sense in the context of Anastasia's grief.

But I'm still stuck on, and entirely blown away by, the clear implication that Anastasia knew Pyrrha was awake in there long after Gideon ascended. Of course, Pyrrha could have been pretending to be Gideon at the time, like she did at the Mithraeum; but her eyes would have changed. Anastasia would know what that meant. And sunglasses are just not practical in a low-light environment like the Ninth. But this leaves us with minimum two of the OG Canaan House crew who, unlike Mercy and Augustine, had a really positive relationship with Alecto. Pyrrha says in HTN that she didn't hate Alecto; certainly her behavior at the end of NTN suggests she likes Alecto well enough, and isn't scared of her. Alecto's narration on the way into the Tomb makes it sound like she has a really warm relationship with Anastasia. So I think what we're looking at is an alliance between pro-Alecto non-Lyctors -- two cavs and one brokenhearted necro -- supporting one another through impossibly tragic circumstances.

Of course, there are counterpoints to this timeline too. Silas may be wrong about when and why the Ninth was founded. After all, Samael's surname is Novenary, and Novenary is a Ninth name. That could have been bestowed posthumously, and the timeline proceeds as I have it above. But if it wasn't, then Drearburh has to have been founded before Anastasia and Samael attempted to ascend, and the nursery painting can be moved back in the timeline, potentially to before Gideon ascended. So this isn't definitive, but I do think the vibes are right with the timeline I have above.

#anastasia the ninth #pyrrha dve #samael novenary #alecto #ntn spoilers #nona spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #tlt meta

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puella-1n-somn10 · 4 months

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(only moots can rb, but anyone can reply)

For those who are asking me how I am dealing with uni projects and writer's block causing me to hit the brakes for now on Hau's magi/witch form megapost, well, here's the summary of what I've been up to so far,

I'm gathering resources and references in the meanwhile, I swearrrrrrrrrr

I've been thinking about the karmatic potential of the other Pokemon rivals and protagonists combined with the levels of their emotions/despair! So far around 4 trainers managed to actually tie with Kriemhild Gretchen, which isn't a huge number in of itself, but it is CONCERNING that was got 4 of these bitches.

When the TF2 hyperfixation returns, Misha is next. Maybe.

I guess Kaveh, too, in case of the impact of Genshin

I am so damn sorry for not being talkative; I've been real busy lately, and, well, I am writing this at 1 AM; shit's that bad :'D But dw abt me, this will pass. I just want to apologize for not being there.

Well, I am off to sleep now, but I want to share the list of Pokemon's rivals and protagonists, and how much their karma and accumulated curses will affect the world around them if they were to succumb to despair;

Feel free to debate with me; I will try and reply once I wake up, promise.

Now that all's said and done, I wish for everyone good night (morning?), and sweet dreams!

#Dystopia.txt #pokemon #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica

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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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Honey, I'm Home

simon ghost riley x dom!reader smut

pairing: simon ghost riley, fem reader

a/n: first time writing with a dom reader, my apologies /.\ rbs appreciated! <3 if you enjoy, plz like & share

cw: smut, female anatomy, use and/or mention of toys such as riding crop/ball gag/feather/etc., knife play, dom reader, sub ghost (slight ooc) 🥴, pet names used, fem pronouns, edging, overstimulation, face sitting

word count: 3.5k~

minors, do not interact! 18+ !!

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You hated the departure each morning. You sigh as he walks out the door, not wanting to wait 12 hours to see him again. You know he was good at his job, but you worried, nonetheless. The home still smells of him, making you miss him even more. You clean up your plates and tried to keep yourself entertained over the dreaded 12 hours. Doing chores, eating lunch, then prepping ingredients for dinner, drinks, etc. Tidying up the living room, your bedroom, lighting up the fireplace and lighting candles all around the house. Lastly, you showered, doing your "everything" shower. Still wearing your robe, you fed the animals, watered the plants, did everything and now it's just a waiting game. Sometimes he was a little late getting home.

Bored and sitting on the edge of the bed, you glance at your closet, and a spicy idea spikes your mind.

What if I was in charge tonight? I know just how to get him to succumb to me.

You bought a sexy nurse set a while back on a whim, so it's finally time to have a little fun with it. He said you were going to get it when he gets home, but you want to do more - need more. It was quite rare when Simon let you be in charge, but you knew if you played your cards right, he would allow - tolerate - it. Especially since getting him worked up this morning.

"You'd look so sexy in this nurse uniform."

"Yeah? You think so?"

"Mhm. Gets me hard thinking about it."

Thinking back to that conversation, you realized that you haven't got the chance to wear it as both of you are eager lovers, racing to get the other naked as soon as possible. Well, tonight, he will be (a) patient. (haha, get it?? 😜)

So, with a sadistic little grin on your face, you get to work setting up the bed. You have a period of about 30 minutes to get ready as it's getting close to the time that he's supposed to get home, and just this time, he'll have to come looking for you when he steps in instead of you greeting him. You place handcuffs at either side of the headboard, and tie rope to the ends. You line the bed with toys - a flirting feather, riding crop, a flogger, a ball gag if needed and more rope, just in case, and a knife... because you know he likes knife play. Of course, you didn't forget the lube if it was needed, which it usually is with his girth and length.

Then you finally put on the lingerie. You decide to line your lips with some cherry red lipstick, the one you usually wear when you're in this mood. You look over yourself and anticipate his reaction when he sees you like this.

You don't hear the door unlock, but you hear faint footsteps, so you sit on the edge of the bed in a seductive pose and wait until he comes searching for you. Reciting in your head what you're going to say and do, you realize you forgot to plan that out, so anxiety raked up your spine, but you decide to still go with it.

The door to the bedroom creeps open.

"You in here, honey?" he almost whispers.

"Yes, my love, I'm in here..." you confirm.

He steps in and freezes in place. Chest rising up and down slowly and breaths heavy, he understands what this means instantly. Fuckin' hell he whispers under his breath.

You slowly rise up from your seat, and slowly walk to him while he's eyeing your body.

"Welcome home, Lieutenant. Figured we'd do something different tonight, love. Hm?" you purr as your hand slides up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you kiss the exposed skin between his shirt and balaclava.

"Mm," he grumbles in approval. "Fuck."

"Are you going to be a good boy for me, Simon?" you pitch your voice slightly higher, tilting your head at him.

"Yes, ma'am," he complies. You didn't think he'd give in so easily tonight; he must have had a hard day. Your poor baby. You were going to treat him well tonight, but first you needed him to need you, beg for you.

You lift your leg up his side while he holds it in place and pull his mask off, revealing his toned-jaw and ash-blonde stubble and puffy pink lips, and tired, but interested eyes. You pull his head closer to kiss him, but pull away teasing him, earning a needy moan from him.

"Please let me kiss you, y/n..." he looks into your eyes, lids heavy and full of lust.

Instantly, you oblige. You kiss him deeply, red lips staining his and he doesn't care. The kiss gets heated and hungrier as your tongues dance around, trying to dominate the other while you turn him around, pushing him onto the bed. You straddle him as he grabs your hips and you tut, "Un-uh. You don't get to touch me just yet."

He groans, dissatisfied as you pull his hands away to cuff them. Holy shit you loved when he's like this.

You kiss his neck as you finish cuffing him. "You want me to make you feel good baby?"

"Y-yes, mistress, please," he almost pouts.

"Mm, not yet baby. We have to get you more ready, more needy for me, yeah?" you smirk.

"Anything for you, mistress."

"Yeah?" you mock him as he thrusts his hard and clothed cock against your heat and chuckle at his attempt. "You can't be that needy yet my sweet boy, huh?"

"I am, for you, mistress. Need you s'bad, y/n," he drawls as his hands struggle trying to touch you.

You giggle as you crawl down, exposing your cleavage for him to gawk at while you unbutton and take off his pants. Tying up his ankles, careful not to do it too tight, but tight enough, you smile as your hands rub up his legs to his thighs, causing him to shiver from your touch. You crawl back up, breasts rubbing against his hard length, he breathes out. You love seeing how undone he is for you, and you've barely even started.

"How bad do you need me, baby?" you ask as you leave a knee between his thighs, one hand sliding under his shirt to feel his warm skin, feeling his heightened heartbeat from his ribs, other caressing his face.

He groans and looks away, thrusting up trying to get any form of relief to where he needs it most. Your hand lands around his neck, choking him softly but assertively and pulled his face to look at yours. "I said, how bad do you need me, pet?" you demand.

He hesitantly chokes out, "So bad. Fuck, I'll do anything, please. Please."

"Hm. Not bad enough. I like it when you beg though, baby. More."

You straddle him again, this time putting your tits directly in his face.

He moans in a pitch you haven't heard from him before; it almost surprises you. In between hot pants and stuffing his face in your tits, he begs just how you want, "Please, please, mistress. Goddamn, please. I-I need you, need t'be inside you... Want all of you, want to please you, mistress... make you feel good." Hearing Simon beg for you like this - an unusual demeanor from his usual dominant self, knowing he's trained to kill - and is damn good at it too, does something to you on a level you can't explain. His accent on top of that, it's almost too much - makes you want to submit, but you keep your composure.

"Good boy, Simon," you praise as you slowly expose your tits to him, squishing and dancing them around, allowing him to take your hard nipple into his mouth. Your mouth falls into an "O" as the wet warmth of his mouth surrounds your bud, sucking hard, very eagerly.

"Fuck, yes, that feels so good, baby," you moan, praising as he pleases your tits. His moans vibrate against your tits until you pull back, causing him to breathe out in disbelief.

You notice a certain glint in his eyes but can't quite place what exactly it is. You can tell he's definitely needy, though still not enough.

You smirk at him, suspenseful silence filling the room as you go to grab the knife. His body shudders as you gently run the blade carefully over the skin of his chest above his shirt, in one swift motion you cut the shirt directly down the middle, precisely stripping it off. The mewls, groans coming out of his mouth like music to your ears. You're using his own tactics against him, when he would cut your shirt off, saying things with that dirty mouth of his that drove you crazy.

"You look so good under me like this, handsome. Should do this more," you smirk as you let the tip of the blade dance around his skin, leaving white scratches in random patterns.

He nods lazily, seeming as if he's already at a loss of words.

You're getting needy yourself, so you lay the knife down, and crawl up his torso. Slick from your thong sliding against his chest. "Ready for me to take my seat, pet?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," he readies himself, needily kissing your mound over your mesh thong.

"Needy thing you are, love. Patience," you tut as you pull the thong between your cunt lips, teasing your clit with the friction. He licks a stripe over the stretched thong. You sit, barely gliding across his mouth, letting him get a sliver of the taste of which he craves. Moaning out, you ask if he really wants to please you and he breathily mutters words of yes, yes, please, mistress, oh god, please.

Finally, you slide the thong over, letting your arousal beam in his face. He breathes out a satisfied moan before he harshly sucks at your clit, lapping between your folds. You rock back and forth, finding a good rhythm. "Eager aren't we, baby?"

He agrees, noises vibrating into you, giving you more pleasure. "You're so good for your mistress, aren't you? Fuck!"

He senses that you're already close, and greedily sucks even harder on your clit. He shows no relent with the flick of his tongue exploring every bit of your wet cunt.

"M'so close, baby. Good boy. More, more, oh- right there, Simon. Yes..."

The sounds of your pleasure are muffled from your thighs around his head, but that doesn't stop him from going harder, faster. He flattens his tongue, helping you chase that high.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming, Simon. Fuuuck~, oh my god!" you mewl as you release, slick glistening sides of his face. He still sucks and licks at your pussy while you pull away.

"You greedy whore, luv. Don't worry, we're not done yet," you say between pants.

"Really need you, mistress. I-my dick hurts, fu-ck, I need you," he mutters, hoping you'll have mercy on him. And you do.... You're just as worked up as he is. Maybe just fuck the toys, you crave him just as much as he craves you and need him inside of you bad.

"Yeah, baby? Should I reward my good pet?"

"Mhm. Mhm."

"You really think so?"

"G-od, yes, mistress."

You run your hand along his throbbing cock over his boxers, tip flushed red with beads of precum dripping out. You pull his boxers down, letting his cock to slap up against his stomach. Wrapping your hand around his girth, you slowly move up and down watching as he squirms, moaning your name. You kitten lick the tip of his cock, keeping your eyes on him as he has trouble making eye contact right now - still, you love seeing his reactions. Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly suck more of his length into your mouth, tasting the sweet saltiness of precum.

"Yes, mistress. S'good. Mmm."

You don't reply as you keep bobbing your head up and down, giving into his pleasure. Jerking off what doesn't fit into your mouth, your other hand fondles and massages his balls. His legs are shaking. You let off with a pop. "Do you like how I make you feel, pet?"

He squirms more, chest heaving rapidly, "I- Mmmggh, love how you make me feel, y/n, please, pl- don't stop."

You allow him no time until you take him all the way down your throat, earning a deep moan from him. Your tongue dances around his cock while you're sucking the literal soul out of this man. You pull back to the tip and suck harshly, letting your tongue play below his thick tip, slapping it against your tongue."O-oh please don't stop, m'gonna cum, mistress, please!"

"Oh no you are not," you scold him, completely stopping your movements, taking your hands away.

Grabbing the riding crop, you slap harshly against his thigh. "No cumming until I say so, understood?"

He winces, "Yes mistress, I'm sorry. So sorry."

Slapping it gently on the tip of his cock, causing his whole body to jolt, you have to make sure he understands the consequences. "You're going to be a good boy, right? Or do I need to keep on?"

"Yes, mistress. Yours."

Seeing him like this has got you incredibly hot, you can't keep waiting yourself. You turn around and straddle him in reverse cowgirl, knowing how the sight of your ass bouncing on his cock drives him crazy. At first you hump his cock, allowing yourself a minute before the large intrusion endures. Hearing his begging, please give me your pussy, I want you, need you, you feel so good, has you in your own trance. You squirt some lube on yourself and his dick and spread it around nicely before you tease the entrance of your wetness with the tip. Slowly sitting down, both of you are panting fuck, fuck, feels so good, goddamn, fuckin' hell.

You hear the handcuffs clank against the metal of the headboard, meaning he's struggling even more with the fact he can't touch you and has to deal with how fucking tight you wrap around his cock. It's too much, and you don't want to torture him too much, just a little more. Sinking all the way down as he groans out in pleasure, you gasp loudly at the fullness you feel - all the way in your stomach. "Your cock is so big, Simon. You really make me feel so good."

He roughly thrusts up, needy for reprieve as he helps you create a rhythm. Your sweet moans fill the room, fuckin' heaven to his ears. Leaning back with your hands on your chest, you chase that high. Feeling his cock fill you full, stretch you out to maximum capacity. Your ass slaps against his hips, and you rock your hips best you can until you feel that familiar feeling of impending climax.

"You're making mistress feel so good, s'full. S-so good, Simon. Fuck, yes, right there. Make me cum, be my good boy," you coax him into helping you relieve that aching mess that flutters through your body, white sparks flashing in your eyes.

His grunts get louder, thrusts get harder, your full body weight falling onto his chest as you orgasm. Fucking hard. Your own cum leaks out of you, coating his cock in sticky white substance, furthering the lube, easier access as he pounds into you from beneath you.

"Remember, don't cum yet, baby. M'not done with you," you coo as you get up, a little sad at the emptiness, but you turn around on top of him.

He babbles nonsense, nodding in agreement. Drunk off your pussy, lust, fucked-out gaze on his face, eyes watering. You finally release the handcuffs, making sure you caress the dent in his wrists from the metal, and ask him if he's okay. He nods - yes, yes, yes. In a split second, his hands are all over you, groping and caressing every inch. You lean down into a deep, passionate kiss. Sucking and biting his bottom lip, swallowing his moans. Taking a moment to relish in his submissiveness, his love. My good boy, you coo at him. So proud of you.

Sinking back onto his cock, your domination turns into rough, passionate sex, rather. You're just as fucked out as he is, and you breathe into his ear, "You still don't get to cum without my permission."

"Yes, ma'am," he obeys, hands grabbing your ass hard enough to leave bruises, helping you bounce on his cock.

Something about that "yes ma'am" fired something within you, giving you an extra boost of energy, you plant your feet on either side of him. His hands find hold under your thighs, appreciating the view of your tits bouncing in his face, your stretched cunt gloved around his cum-soaked cock, "O" ring of cum around the base. You slide all the way up to the tip, and slam back down, slow and hard.

Satisfied grunts fall out of his mouth, with each thrust, "Can't. Take. Much. More. Fuck - in'. Hell."

"You'll. Take. What. I. Give. You. Pet." you moan out, weakly.

"Oh - fuck," you can tell he's about to cum, unable to help it, so you lift all the way off, emptying yourself of him.

"What did I say?"

"Fuuuck. Please don't do this to me, mistress."

You slam back down, setting still, feeling his cock throb inside you. You keep doing this until he's squirming once again beneath you. You listen as he mumbles curse words with a raspy tone, you know he can't handle much more, and you have one more in you.

You sit up and demand him to move. He thrusts up into you eagerly, awaiting your permission.

"That's it, Simon. Fuu-ck, cum with me, oh fuck," you finally allow. "You can cum, my love."

His thrusts get angrier, harsher, rhythm being no more, just pure fucking hunger for the orgasm he's been ever so patient for. He thrusts one last time, pulling you down into him, breathing loud and heavy - satisfied, filling you to the brim with his cum.

You both come down from your high, and you sit up enough to smile at him and kiss him, check on him to make sure you didn't go too far. He reassures you he loved it and hasn't felt like that ever - giving you an ego boost that you did this.

"Gonna marry you one day," he says to your astonishment. You were silent for a moment, needing to really take that in, making sure you weren't hearing things. You knew he loved you, but to hear those words really confirmed it in your mind, that Simon fucking Riley trusted you, and wanted to marry you. You already felt lucky enough that you were the one he came home to, the one he had sex with, the one he chose.

Your eyes beam with joy, "I can't wait, Simon. Truly. Love you more than anything."

"I love you," he smiles as he kisses your forehead. "Fuckin' hell, you really... did a number on me there, luv. Just remember this next time, though. You're really gonna fucking get it."

You blush, as if you forgot that he will definitely get his revenge on you for this stunt tonight but fuck it - it'd be worth it. "Ah, shit. Yep, I guess I didn't think about that one, sir."

He chuckles as you lay on top of him with him still in you, enjoying the silence.

"May I ask when you... knew you wanted to marry me?" you pushed, curiously.

"Well... I have for a long time now, but... something about you telling me you like it when I beg... and to do it more. Well, you won me over completely with that one," he simply answered. "Don't let it get to your head, though, little girl."

You blush, and giggle, "I should make you beg more often, then." you teased.

"Don't get too cocky," he spit back.

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It Comes In Threes.

Ship: Flip x Kaden

Words: 1,223

cw: banter banter banter. Flip and Kaden's way of flirting???? Hi??? LOL

Summary: Finally Kaden can get in a peaceful night walk!

Hey, if you aren't a self-shipper please DNI, nothing against ya, I have anxiety lol || ok 2 rb

Calling. It was never really Kaden's strong suit- They were always a nervous mess when they were on the phone and they always had to rehearse what they were going to say and nine times out of ten even when they thought they were prepared they actually weren't and fumbled over their words, making a complete ass of themselves.

The guy who almost took them out in the forest, Flip was his name. He was a detective. They were going to call him and see if it was alright to travel about now but the papers told them all they needed to know. The bad guy was caught and thrown behind bars and Kaden got out of having to use the dreaded phone.

Now Kaden was able to start up their late-night walks again which greatly improved Kaden's mood, being stuck in the house at night for the past little while was a nightmare for them. They adored the night and took great comfort in it. their favourite thing was popping in their earbuds and taking a nightly stroll. It was cool that evening so Kaden had to put on their hoodie but that was alright considering their pants had no pockets and they needed a spot to put their keys, case and music.

Kaden bobbed their head to the music as they walked, their lips mouthing the words to the song that was blaring in their ears, their eyes catching the rapid blinking red and blue lights of an officer speeding down the street and it made Kaden raise their hand up to the little hole in their sweater and they frowned as they stuck their finger through the hole, reminiscing when Flip nearly took them out. "Jerk…" Kaden mumbled to themself as they walked.

The night was quiet for the most part aside from the occasional siren. Crickets were chirping their sounds in the grass and hums of street lamps overhead, there were small blinks among the bushes, the slow fade in and fade out of fireflies. Kaden's eyes flicked up as their head tilted back, they saw a couple stars twinkling in the light-polluted sky. There were hardly any clouds in the sky and the ones that were there were thin, nearly transparent and wispy.

Kaden walked past the entrance to their all too familiar trail and they looked to their side, stopping for a moment to look into the dark pathway, Kaden debated millions of times if they wanted to go back in there but ever since their encounter with Flip they decided against it. Gods knew they weren't going to go in there in the pitch black. Maybe back before all that happened, they would have happily traversed the night trail with their flashlight but now? The thought turned their stomach and they pushed onward down the street block.

Kaden took great comfort and joy in walking along the sidewalk at night, it was a completely different vibe than the day. In the day you'd see someone working in their garage with the door wide open. Maybe someone mowing their lawn or a jogger running down along the side of the curb but night was different. Everything was hushed, porch lights were on, a few people sat on their porches talking with friends over a beer, some homes were in complete darkness or some had one or two lights on, and the streets weren't busy with cars or joggers. It was different and Kaden loved it. Even the air smelt different.

As Kaden stepped into the dip of a random driveway they heard tires squeal and headlights flooded their vision, just by pure reaction Kaden yelled out "HEY HEY!!"

Their heart jumped into their throat and their hands collided with the hood of a truck as they hit it a few times, pretty hard with the flat on their palms, damn that was gonna bruise by morning but they had to get their point across.

"Fucking HELL!" Kaden screeched. Within seconds the headlights turned off and Kaden looked at the driver and he looked at them, their eyes locked and in unison, they both yelled out.

"You!"

"Did anyone tell you to watch where you're driving!?" Kaden snapped loudly and Flip hung his head out of his window.

"You didn't even look to see if a vehicle was coming down the driveway!" Flip waved his hand in anger.

"Well maybe you should put your headlights on ….ya know… BEFORE you go running people over!"

"You're impossible!" He growled and started up his vehicle.

"And you're an asshole!" Kaden smacked the front of his vehicle again.

"Hey, HEY don't hit my truck because of your stupidity!" Flip huffed. "Get out of the way!"

"I should have every right to hit your piece of crap truck!" Kaden smacked the vehicle again "First you nearly shot me two weeks ago and now…" Kaden glared at him through the windshield "You try to run my ass over!? Did I fucking hurt you in a past life dude!?"

"Smack it one more time! ohoho I fucking dare you!" Flip warned, narrowing his eyes and Kaden looked him dead in the eye as their palm collided with the hood one last time.

"Do. Something." Kaden challenged and Flip got out of his truck, he rounded it and got into Kaden's personal bubble, Kaden blinked almost in shock, looking up at him. Oh, shit forgot this man is a goddamn giant.

"I-It's not a crime to slap a mah guy." Kaden faltered a little, wow, they're getting a somewhat good look at him finally, whew he's handsome. His 6'2" frame was towering over Kaden and he was close enough to feel his breath hitting them. They should feel uncomfortable but they weren't...they felt… something else.

"Damaged property can get you in hot water" he huffed.

"Well, then you're under arrest for your truck damaging my hands." Kaden snorted to which Flip sighed in annoyance.

"That's it I'm moving you."

"Wha- HEY!" Kaden protested as Flip gently grabbed their upper arms and pushed them backwards until they were out of the driveway. He let go and walked back to his truck, getting in it and starting the engine. He rolled down his window and pulled out to half on the sidewalk.

"Don't accidentally run into traffic or fall in a pothole or something clumsy." He sighed but his tone held a bit of playfulness in it and Kaden's eyes narrowed as he pulled out and drove away.

"Try not to shoot anyone who didn't earn it trigger finger!" Kaden yelled back teasingly.

Kaden stood there once again in absolute shock, why the hell was meeting this guy always in the most unusual ways!? Kaden shook it off and started walking except now they were smiling a little. Unbeknownst to them, despite the fact they nearly got hit there was something about interacting with Flip that excited them and that wasn't just the adrenaline talking.

Little did Kaden know that Flip had also enjoyed the little bit of banter between them, he was smiling all the way to work and then some, to the point where Ron had to ask what he was so happy about.

Kaden shook their head. "Tch…first a hole in my sweater….then almost getting run over… Jesus… what next??… It comes in threes…"

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#I DID THE THING HURRHURR we coming full circle with the ship name now ehehehehe #I'M SORRY I KEEP WRITING DX #It Comes In Threes #Flip💞#my writing;

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Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Eiji Kikumaru

[PROFILE]

Birthday: November 28th (Sagittarius)

Blood Type: A

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

Father’s Occupation: Company Employee (newspaper reporter)

Elementary School: Hikarigaoka Elementary School

Middle School: Seishun Academy Junior High School

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

Club: Tennis Club - Regular

Committee: None

Strong Subjects: Japanese History

Weak Subjects: English

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Gym

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

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

Hobbies: Visiting pet shops, brushing his teeth

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite Music: J-Pop

Favorite Movie: Anime, Fantasy films

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

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

Favorite Anniversary: May 22nd

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

Ideal Date Spot: Amusement park ➜ A zoo with meerkats [TP]

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

Where He Wants to Travel: Koganezaki Park

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

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

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

Spends Allowance On: Saving money to buy rare sneakers

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

[DATA]

Height: 171cm

Weight: 52kg ➜ 53kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 24.5cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 1.0 Left | 0.8 Right

Play Style: Serve & Volleyer

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

Time He Wakes Up: 5:50am

Time He Goes to Sleep: 11:30pm

Time Spent on Endurance Training: Four hours a day

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: WILSON (Slash DT Mid)

Shoes: DUNLOP (Revelation Pro Tour Series 90)

Fitness Test Results:

Sidesteps: 67

Shuttle Run: 120

Back Strength: 129kg

Grip Strength: 48kg

Backbend: 67cm

Seated Forward Bend: 52.8cm

50m Run: 6.62 seconds

Standing Long Jump: 246cm

Handball Throw: 31.5m

Endurance Run (1500m): 4:48

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

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

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bedroom [10.5]:

His giant teddy bear “Daigorou”

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

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

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

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

What’s in His Bag [10.5]:

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

Toothbrush kit // He always carries it with him

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

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

Hair wax // Mod’s Hair brand

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

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

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

[TRIVIA]

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

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

He likes sweets and dislikes spicy food

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had lost many matches prior to the main storyline

He has been paired with Oishi since they were second years

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

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

He is good at swatting flies due to his excellent vision

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

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

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

He clearly expresses his emotions

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

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

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

His secondary sport would be gymnastics

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

His spirit animal is a salamander

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tenipuri #tenirabi #profile #my post #seigaku

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