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lumilasi · 3 months ago

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Finally, after forever I have some sorta ref post for Diojas. I needed to do this given he and Azul are my "main" couple, and the most major story of my characters happens around them.

I wondered if I should draw his full body separately for this as well, but then felt like it fits to have his full body ref image be with his BF, since that's the case for Azul's reference too. (Which, I now have to update Azul's sorcerer outfit at least given the story changes in regards to his BG)

Diojas' bio below:

Name: Diojas Sterling

Nicknames: Dio (his family/friends), Boy, Brat (his dad, affectionately), Puppy, pooch, your highness (Azul, jokingly) Prince (his dad's pack members)

Age: 29

A Grimmhound/Lightcaster sorcerer hybrid whose opposing powers cause him to struggle with controlling both, especially the former.

Family: Mother Mellina (Lightcaster sorceress), Father Alexander (Grimmhound), teen sister Mia. His dad's Grimmhound/Lycan pack

Love interest: Chester Knight/Azul Samaros, a thought-to-be-shadowcaster sorcerer whose magic turns out to be something completely different eventually.

Closest friends: Iris Avara (An astral sorceress who is also Azul's childhood friend), Angus Belmont (Formerly his BF's rival), Roman Bosco (the BF of Azul's friend/honorary younger sister figure Ava, a fellow half-blood Grimm)

Rival: none

Powers:

Astral projection: A basic skill for all magic using beings essentially, just how good you are at it depends on your skill level; on one hand Diojas should be really good at it due to being a Lightcaster, but because of his Grimmhound essence he tends to struggle with it.

Light spells: Diojas can utilize sacred light magic for exorcism, healing, protection and offensive spells, but how well they work varies

Grimmhound power: Diojas can transform into a canine beast that is very fast, strong, and durable, not easily damaged by mortal weapons or even most magical ones. Because of his father being a Golden Hound, he also can summon special claws that can damage spirits and ghosts as well.

Keen intellect: Because of his struggles with his powers, Diojas is very good at finding workarounds and using tactical thinking in solving situations when he can't rely on his magic. He's also known to be able to learn and retain a lot of random information for later like his mother.

Weaknesses

He's very self-conscious due to his struggles with his powers & having been a rather lonely child, meaning he struggles to approach people on his own in a more emotional level, which is ironic considering he's actually very good with people once he does talk to them thanks to his emotional intelligence and empathetic nature.

Diojas can't control his magic fully, and needs a protective talisman to keep his beast side at bay. He has spirit claws like his dad, but can't summon them most of the time.

NOTABLE BG STORY FACTS:

Diojas has always struggled with his hound side, and as a child had it lash out often; this is the main reason why he and Mia have such a big age-gap, its because his parents ended up waiting until his magic became stabler before even entertaining the idea of having another child.

Azul/Chester entered his life when his parents decided they wanted someone to cover his back during missions as he was starting to take reckless risks to prove himself, and given he was an adult at this point they didn't want to be constantly present and make him feel like a toddler needing to be kept an eye on.

Diojas was a very grumpy kid due to his struggles, which is also why he didn't really have friends a whole lot until he began working together with Azul, who introduced him to new people that he ended up connecting well with/generally gained confidence to make friends.

Diojas ends up becoming sort of the negotiating neutral party between Angus and Azul during the first few months of their developing new relationship, where the two were still likely to be at each other's throats.

Other Fun facts:

Diojas is gay, he was instantly attracted to Azul and VERY unhappy about it.

Unlike his dad, Diojas doesn't have as strong of a canine instinct in human form, so he doesn't act out on them at random like Alexander does - unless he's drunk. If you see Diojas staring at a bird, not wanting to take a bath, or scenting his boyfriend then you know he's wasted.

Lot of people assume his empathetic nature was inherited from his mother, but it actually comes from both; Alexander just tends to hide his behind a gruffy facade due to his past trauma. (once you actually look at what he does rather than says though, it becomes obvious he's someone who cares about people a lot)

Diojas' hair is two-colored because typically, only manifested Golden Hounds can have blond hair, but Diojas also had blond hair genetics from his mother, allowing the 'golden mane' to manifest partially. If his mum had a different haircolor, Diojas' hair would be fully brown or even black.

Since he is a Grimmhound, he does tend to prefer red meat/game based foods, but doesn't sometimes eat it raw like Alexander, as again, Diojas' isn't as strongly of a Stinky Forest Man like his dad.

He's a bit closer with his mum, mainly because he really looks up to his dad and thinks he's kind of a disappointment for struggling with his beast side so much. (of course Alexander doesn't think so at all and keeps reminding him of that, but it is difficult for Diojas to internalize the message)

His first time was with Azul, given he never dated before either on top of growing up with no proper friends. (Azul had slept with Iris before but no one else so he wasn't that much more experienced despite the confidence he seems to ooze)

He tends to enjoy snatching Azul's colorful cardigans a lot, to the point he no longer even really thinks about it when he does so.

Roman becomes one of his good friends almost accidentally while he and Ava help him and Azul out in their quest, and Roman can relate with his struggles and fears of his own powers, BUT is also older so he has some life-experience to share with Diojas.

If Diojas would let his hair grow out fully, it would still be brown from the underside and blond on top; the brown color isn't just in his roots, but rather his hair genuinely has a split in pigmentation.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc reference #grimmhound #fantasy #character reference #lumi's chaotic creations #lumi's art scribbles #Starknight #Azudio #Diojas Sterling #my oc #lumi’s art scribbles #my ocs

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numbuh-72 · 5 months ago

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Bryson Colton - KND Ref Sheet

"The only heart I want to win, is Gianna's! She will love me!"

Finally after a long time, we have brought 'Macaroni Boy' into the spotlight~

Story: Bryson is deemed as one of the popular guys in school. Known best for being a team captain on a basketball team, he will obviously have fangirls surrounding the guy, wanting Bryson to be their Prince Charming. That day changed for him when he saw Gianna Chavez... Gianna of course back then did have a crush on Bryson too, but girls would keep bullying her, claiming that Bryson would never love her due to being the shy and quiet one. Though one day, he actually went up to Gianna and asked to be in a relationship! To which made Gianna very happy, but not the fangirls.... Despite the false rumors going around the two at first...Gianna didn't care, because both of them knew what was true and what wasn't. It did help them feel as ease too with some of the kids being supporters, nothing could stop this power couple! Right? Well....Bryson thought otherwise....Ever since the false rumors started to spread, it left a dent to his reputation at school and on his team.. At first, he did try to keep the relationship a secret and made it look like the thing wasn't happening anymore, but wasn't really making him happy. One day at lunch, Gianna walked up to Bryson and tried to give him a hug, only to have been pushed down by a fangirl and being laughed at. What did Bryson do? Nothing. This made Gianna upset and decided to break up with him right then and there, running away. Everyone looked at Bryson, surprised, but being a popular guy, he sighs and gives a smile, changing the subject...but deep down, Bryson was very upset. In other words, Bryson only wanted to protect his reputation, yet maintain the relationship with Gianna. Time passes by and it slowly made him go crazy for Gianna anytime he saw her in the school halls. He decided to try again in winning her heart...only to find out that she was already in another one...with Skye. Heartbroken and jealous, Bryson was now at a point to do anything he could to win Gianna's heart again...Even if it was by force.

Haha! That's right folks, we have ourselves a little yandere boy obsessed with Gianna~ Simply in denial and refusal to let her go. Can't wait to throw this guy into adventures soon enough~ Hell, perhaps I'll open a Q&A one day for this guy-

#knd #codename kids next door #kids next door #codename knd #knd oc #codenamekidsnextdoor #codenameknd #oc #art #oc art #Bryson Colton

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aran-ryan-herigate-posts · 2 years ago

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Aran Ryan fanbase headcanons 2 -RESULTS-

And finally we have the results!

I was surprised to see some shared headcanons from the past!!!

Let's begin!!!

Can Aran speak Irish (Gaelic)?

44,4 % : Yes and he is very fluent

Is Aran liked/supported by his in-universe fans of the WVBA?

55,6% : Both of them are douchbags and true supporters

OPEN QUESTION of: Is Aran liked/supported by his in-universe fans of the WVBA?

He is genuinely adored by some, who go out of their way to defend his actions and paint him as a better person than he his, but others like him as a villain and others still think of him as a joke and only like him because of that.

yes and they want to see what other ideas he comes up with, maybe he gets mail from them where they share their ideas

It's a mixed bag- You have those the genuinely support him, others who started supporting him as joke & now can't stop, those who support him as a joke only, & unfortunately some who only support him as a justification for being an asshat.

he has fans on either side some fans are douchebags and some are like us on tumblr calling him a silly goose

I can see some if his fans being douchebags by saying, you ruined boxing, cheater or you're fecking crazy,

They’re either bloodthirsty, Irish or just want to watch matches.

Most of them love his crazy behavior and generally think of him as some maniac that escaped Dublin prison and got in by his unorthodox fighting style (which didn’t happen at all, Aran did a bit of fighting before WVBA but he got in clean imo.) Aran tries to distance himself from his troublesome fans, simply because he dislikes rumors made by him. Some of his fans are genuinely supportive and like seeing him and his antics, and think he could genuinely become champion if he stopped cheating.

Probably

It’s a 50/50 chance, but it’s likely no since the people don’t like masochists in the ring

I'm not sure but there's a probably a minority that actually likes and they're a true fan

I’ve got a feeling he doesn’t have a lot of fans who would actually come up to him since they’ve seen what he’s like in the ring, so they usually just watch him from afar if they see him in public

I think there are both fans that adore his cheating, but the vast majority thinks he takes it too far in some ways (i.e attacking the ref and aggressive taunting during intermissions), even by WVBA standards bc lets be real, almost EVERYONE cheats.

Yes but in the way of "this guy is a car crash in motion I want to see it get even wilder"

i put my amswer under his fans imitate him but more so because they want to grab his attention. thus they end up being more crazy the guy himself

Who do you ship with Aran? And why? WARNING: ships with minors are NOT allowed as Aran is a 23 years old (before someone made me noticed, I accidentally wrote 25 yrs)

don flamenco i just see them as having a rivals-to-lovers kind of thing tbh

I mainly ship Joe/Aran, but I also like him with Narcis Prince. Other ships with him I don't exactly mind, but aren't my thing.

narcis, i just ended up thinking the idea is funny, both are assholes, narcis would find it funny to see who arans pulls pranks to, i want a man for aran who is just as mean as he is (almost)

I ship Aran Ryan with Glass Joe & will not apologize for it. I'm an absolute sucker for opposites attract type ships.

Hondo

Soda Popinski: seeing him as a giant, bubbly, gentle (outside the ring) Russian man who hasn't dated anyone, with Aran as a feral and insane Irish man who's dated many in the past is a good relationship. Headcannon that Soda had a crush on him before making a move

Narcis.

Aran Ryan/Glass Joe and Aran Ryan/Don Flamenco or even Aran/Joe/Don

Yes, I ship him Narciss. (Also isn't Aran 23?)

Don Flamenco. IDC if they don’t talk to each other in the game, these two are cute with each and it’s pretty much why I like shipping this.

Wait he's 25?? I thought he was 23??

Personally I don’t ship him with anyone ✋

im not big on shipping but narcis x aran is pretty funny in concept !! just the idea of two (id imagine) rivals who are eventually shocked to find out they like eachother is also Good. bonus points if neither of them know how to go about expressing love.

Aradon. Aradon all the way. Because I'm very normal about Don and Aran's dynamic.

Piston Hondo. I feel like they've got an opposites attract kinda deal that mutually benefits them. Hondo benefits Aran by keeping his violent behavior at bay and helping him explore healthier ways of getting out his frustration. Aran benefits Hondo by getting him to loosen up when he's not actively working and making sure he's not overexerting himself in his rigorous training.

Don bc the dynamic is interesting and Joe bc the dynamic is funny to me💀

Don Flamenco

don! (unrelated but i cant believe that guy is balding at 23)

LGBTQ+ headcanons

pansexual cis man (he/him)

Trans man and bisexual, my mans is NOT cis

he doesnt use labels, he just shrugs if anyone asks or says "im aran"

Either Bisexual or Pansexual with no real leanings & Cis, but couldn't really give a shit what pronouns you call him.

bisexual and SOMETIMES uses they/them pronouns. but only when he feels like sludge (in a good way)

Pansexual

Bi as hell

Aran is Bisexual/Pansexual, and doesn’t really mind any pronouns used as long as they are respectful. Open to poly relationships.

Pansexual and genderqueer AF

Guy’s an angry bisexual who may or may not show his bi feelings to others (usually the ones he adores)

None

Probably straight or questioning aroace

nonbinary in a ''a boy but not really'' way

He's bi, he told me himself.

I like the idea of him being pan.

Pan, any hole's a goal for Aran

he's trans & somewhere in the bi/pan spectrum

hes pan and transmasc to me <3

What kind of pet does he have (if any)?

a black cat named lucky! she’s his pride and joy.

A border collie/Australian Shepard mix named cu chulainn

i havent thought about that yet, but in my ship narcis might gets a cat and aran has slap fights with it

He's got a scruffy old orange cat who he loves dearly- Baby is like 12 years old & he absolutely cherishes them.

dog

None

23 rats

Aran loves ferrets, and could break his entire bank just carrying for them. He spends four hours each day playing with them and making sure they get exercise. He once screamed at a woman who watched them while he was away in the USA who fed them nothing but pellets to one of them, they were fine after. (Aran owns four, two boys two girls. He keeps them in separate cages to prevent a surprise business popping up.) He would die for them.

Yes, a puppy named "Empanada"

He’d probably have a German Shepherd and a Kerry Blue Terrier

I don't know, I don't think he's a type of guy to have a pet for a long time

He’d definitely have a pet rat, probably named it something like poison or something to make it seem dangerous

i can see him as a dog person, especially very active dogs that need a ton of long walks. it helps him unwind. Also hed want a smart dog as well that he can teach to annoy people with. why? bc hes aran ryan.

So first off, I have no proofs but no doubts that Aran is a dog person. I love someone's headcanon of him having an Irish Wolfhound? I think? way too much. These puppers are huge, straight up Aran's alley imo. But I also adore the idea of him having a little pet rat, that only the closest of people and relatives know about.

RATS! He has 3 and he takes very good care of them.

He's got an old ass dog he's had since childhood that just lays around like a lazy sack of flour, but not because of age, the dog was just always like that. Its also probably a medium or smaller breed

no actual pets, but he has a soft spot for any strays he passes by

a black cat! (ironic, considering his whole luck schtick)

Why is Aran associated with luck symbolism?

i honestly don’t know, it’s just kind of a thing ig

Partially because of Irish stereotypes but mostly because he genuinely surrounds himself with such symbols out of paranoia. He cannot leave his home without wearing at least one object he considers 'lucky' to some degree.

ireland LMAO

Irony. He honesty considers himself extremely unlucky, but what's better for recognition than an Irish Man with a shamrock?

he's an overall lucky person. he steps out into the rain and either doesn't get wet or looks good afterwards

Idk, cause he's irish.

Irish

Aran keeps luck close to help himself motivate. He loves using both good and bad luck charms to his favor. (He’ll keep clovers in his locker and try to give the other boxers bad luck by breaking mirrors, placing ladders, etc. Not black cats though, as he knows that’s a myth.)

Cause it's a miracle he hasn't been banned from they WVBA yet

Guy thinks it’s a good idea to have luck on his side so that he could win many boxing fights

Somebody or some mythical creature decided to put a both curse and a blessing on him

Uhh I don’t rlly know I think it’s about since he’s Irish and they have 4 leaf clovers and the lucky number seven????

luck of irish, of course! also the fact its a miracle he hasnt been suspended yet from boxing

I like to think it's because he's always been this lucky bastard- he's a huge bastard, but he also always had this immense luck on his side for as long as he lived for some weird reason.

He's bad luck if you piss him off, but good luck if you befriend him :)

Teehee four leaf clover!! Haha irish!!!

i'd say just because he's irish. wish it could be deeper but idk

irish stereotype.....

Why did Aran decide to join the WVBA?

tbh i haven’t figured that part out for him yet-

Because they pay well and he finds the work interesting compared to other boxing leagues.

he needs to let that energy out somewhere, he can actually box and does exercise but ended up wanting more and has no patience ya know

It was a childhood dream of his to become a boxer.

"Yer' meanin to tell me, i can get paid for beatin' guys in alleyways? 'Ell yeah, where can i sign up!?"

Wanted to leave his country, away from his baf past and parents. Wanted to prove to everyone and his old folks.

Honestly? So he could have the thrill of the fight without getting into trouble.

Aran wanted to distance himself from Dublin and shoot his shot in the boxing world after developing both a skill and dependence on it to fight his bullies.

To beat the crap out of people

Mostly his skills in boxing and his persuasion to the WVBA, also he wants in because of the money

He joined as a clean and sane fighter, but as a years goes on he goes crazy and began to cheat just like the other fighters.

To just beat the shit out of everyone ig

i imagine he doesnt consider himself particularly fit for smth like an office job (despite his wide vocabulary) so he took up boxing to unwind but ended up having a real knack for it. mix that with his prankster, combative personality and youve got aran ryan. i also imagine hed join a boxing association that was more lenient towards the rules

See, I'm pretty sure it's all written in his SPO poster. Dude got so fed up with all the endless teasing that he just snapped at some point, this point being a mention of his mother.

He probably got into a fight somewhere in Dublin, won by a landslide, and a random WVBA rep approached him to offer the job.

Bc the WVBA PAYS him to fight! Aran Ryan LOVE a good brawl!

work, perhaps? I'd imagine he was scrappy & caused fights in the streets, i have a feeling he saw a flyer for the WBVA one day and just thought "yeah, why not"

fatherless behavior /j (he had always been interested in boxing! then super punch out happened so now hes the biggest cheater in the ring just for the adrenaline rush)

silly momentum: Did Aran punch an Italian DJ???

50%: What

it's a reference about an infamous Irish boxer (like Aran) who punched an Italian dj (I won't tell who is he bc I am scared to see him jumping in my house and hit me lol)

How is Aran's relationship with his family?

pretty good! though his father’s no longer around so uh that’s something.

Very, very good. He loves just about everyone in his family with his entire heart (Except his mother's mother and older sister) and hates being away from them for too long. He's close with his parents, grandma, and younger siblings and would hate to be without them in his life.

imo pretty good! but in my canon, his parents are divorced but he loves his mom very much, same for his sis

VERY CLOSE- He's got his mother & baby sister, & god help anyone who decides to fuck with either.

mostly good, he has a sister and a mother but his father ran off when he was a kid and is entirely ready to BEAT HIS ASS

He has a terrible relationship with his dad, an alcoholic and abuser. He was very tough and strict as well. Aran got his drinking, cheating and shoplifting from his dad, he started at 15. He was able to provide for the family and living. He's a but sour with his mom because she stayed with his father; but only for the money and being able to live in a house. If they divorced, she loses everything and won't be able to find a job. But she still loves her family. Aran loves his sister, Daisy, he would do anything for her not to be like himself or their dad. Would protect her. He couldn't bring Daisy along because she was in custody with the parents, and he couldn't win. The reason he snuck out with his old Irish friends and went to box in the WVBA was to get away from his parents. He really doesn't want to come back, and ESPECIALLY doesn't want to talk about them.

His sister and pa are close, but his mam is so distant that his sister filled in the maternal role for him.

Strained, but due to forces that were out of their control. He keeps close with them but things can be hard for them to get along.

Good...I guess..

Has an estranged relationship with his mother, in somewhat neutral terms with his father, and in genuine, loving terms and a healthy relationship with his sister

He loves them I think, despite the fact the games mentioned them being a bad example to his life

Has a close connection with his mammy and da and has a really good brother-sister bond with his sister

aran's has a mom and dad, and a lot of siblings. theyre VERY close but also very lenient, hence why aran's so out of control. aran could cause the end of the world and his parents would still say ''thats our boy!''. they also rib eachother constantly (its how they show affection), and aran does this to everyone around him, stranger or not. not necessarily very close to all his siblings, but would still take a bullet for them. in short: mess with his family, and youre DEAD.

Aran's a huge mama's boy; he *loves* his ma. I mean, if you think about it she is a part of his fame, she's one of the few people he's got left of his family. He also got a sis... with which they still fight about absolutely silly and not-worth-fighting-over things.

He loves his family! Except his dad that walked out, but he had an uncle who filled the spot instead.

Parents #suck or otherwise not in the picture so he's taking care of the sister on his own (barely🙄)

good with his mom & sister, but is pretty distant from his dad. feel like he had another father figure pre-WBVA but that's my own lil thing for him.

hes on good terms with his sister, doesnt talk to his mother and his dad is dead

Who are Aran's friends?

tiger, hondo (to some degree), soda, maybe a couple others that i’m forgetting tbh

The rest of the world circuit, without a doubt, alongside Glass Joe, and Disco Kid.

probably disco, SMM, heike, some bitches he met at a pub, he is part of a biker gang in my version btw, also narcis is not only his bf but also his BFF

Joe, Lil Mac, Bear Hugger, Soda, & Bull. Sometimes Doc & Sandman. (Sandman doesn't always wanna put up with him & Doc is only really friends by proxy as he wants to ensure Mac's safety.)

everyone in the wvba is his friend, despite him being pretty much a constant annoyance

He has some old 4 Irish folks back in the day, In WVBA: Great Tiger, Bald bull, SMM, Mr Sandman (sometimes if Aran doesn't get on his nerves)

The Minor circuit, Heike and Mac

I definitely feel he can be friends with Soda Pop, and has a bit of a friendship with Bear Hugger. Don and him have a big of a friendship, but it’s been strained due to Aran fighting to keep his place in the World Circuit. Glass Joe talks to him sometimes, but has a small fear of him.

Soda Popinski and Disco Kid

Bear Hugger, Soda Popinski, Dragon Chan, Heike Kagero, Disco Kid, Rick Bruiser (don’t ask), and Piston Hurricane

I'm not sure how his friends, but he's acquainted with Great Tiger, because they both hate Narcis Prince.

I think that he’s not close with a lot of people but maybe soda popinski and don? Aran and Dons relationship is definitely being frenimies with the whole finding out his hair is a toupee. And soda popinski and Aran just drink together all the time and just spill secrets to eachother

soda popinski, bc he can handle his... quirky personality. Plus, they go to clubs to dance together, along w/ disco kid. speaking of which, he surprisingly gets along pretty well with disco kid, they bond over their music tastes, even if theyre radically different. they also collab on music together sometimes, with aran writing the lyrics and disco doing the instrumentals. they have a lot of creative differences however, but despite that, they remain friends.

The only person I can think of that may have been more-or-less of a friend to Aran ever is Soda. They've been great drinking buddies since the dawn of time, and can be real with each other only when they're drunk as all hell. They don't want anything to do with each other when they're sober tho.

He, Glass Joe, and Don Flamenco are besties. They annoy the ever-living daylights out of each other, but they're hilarious when they hang out together.

Little Mac bc I read a fic where they became best buddies and it changed my brain chemistry, and Disco Kid bc I read a fic where the they were friends but it wasn't the main focus which also altered my brain chemistry

soda, per techicality as I said in the last pole but close enough. he also sometimes crashes with the rest of minor / major on occasions but "friends" would be a strong word

hondo, bear, disco, bull (maybe), don, tiger

Who are Aran's rivals?

macho (pure hatred tbh), don (former rival, now his lover LMAO)

Narcis prince and Don are semi-rivals, their relationships with him at least starting out as hostile. Snes Aran and him also don't get along and neither do him and Von Kaiser for a long time.

joe LMAO, he just bullies him, maybe kaiser, both are chickenshits, he also teases don sometimes but he just thinks its funny, he doesnt hate him

Hondo, Tiger (They mostly just tolerate eachother), Don, Macho Man, Bald Bull on occasion, Von Kaiser & Disco Kid (Only because they're both terrified of Aran & worry for Joe's safety.)

mostly Mac, (still sort of salty about the fight) and Joe (knows he can't fight back)

Don Flamico and Narcis Prince (his ex)

Don, Narcis and Macho (last one is one-sided on Macho’s part)

Narcis Prince is the biggest member of the “BOO ARAN” club. He didn’t like him much when Aran first got in, but he genuinely thinks he’s insane now. Don Flamenco’s there too, but wishes they could go back to being friends. Piston Hondo, Von Kaiser, Super Macho Man, Sandman. The lad has made a lot of enemies.

Literally everybody else

Little Mac (obviously), Von Kaiser, Great Tiger, Narcis Prince, Super Macho Man, Bald Bull, Piston Hondo, and Mr. Sandman

As stated above Narcis Prince, and probably the world Circuit and Don Flamenco

Definitely Joe. They’d definitely throw mean comments at eachother or snobby remarks (mostly from joe) there would be a bunch of back and forth (aran usually the one screaming at him) I just think it’s a funny dynamic of them always having something to fight about

super macho man, aran loves messing w/ the guy while seeing him as an equal competitor. great tiger and piston hondo specifically are his prankster rivals and on friendlier terms w/ him that the rest of the WVBA. a combative personality WILL lend you some enemies, surprisingly.

The entirety of WVBA, of course.

Everyone in the world circuit. Being way younger and not being around as long as they have, he's definitely not as close with them as they are with each other. They're not purposely trying to exclude him by any means, they just have trouble relating to him most of the time.

Narcis prince because hating the British is something that runs deep in Aran's blood. also him and Hondo HAVE to have beef their alignments clash so hard

i'd imagine he'd have some beef with super macho man, considering they've mostly been together in the world circuit i like to think aran likes to get under macho's nerves. i'd even say its a similar case with narcis prince, but thats a bit more.. playful? ik smm takes it personally

super macho man

Most iconic Aran made by a fan?

umm idk?

Not sure if you mean fanart or charatrization, but I do like the Aran by 'ask-the-ryans' on tumblr

any commissions people made for me, any art that contains my ship is super iconic

The interactive choose your own adventure Aran where he was just his head on two stick figure legs. Best post, glad I was apart of that & got to witness it in real time. Tumblr be wildin'

all of them are neat !!!!!!!

They give him nicknames, irish man, lucky rabbit, lucky lad, insane irish boxer, and from douchebags and hater, rat.

The one in Sportsmanship (read it on AO3)

I genuinely think that almost every user on Tumblr has a based Aran.

Idk?

IDK

Ask-the-ryans blog by pulpa-de-gorila!!

Definitely the ask.the.Ryan’s blog . Their actually so talented and the way they draw Aran is amazing 😮‼️❣️

that one drawing made by pulporilla of macho man jealously announcing that aran is on the sexypedia, w/ aran being bare ass naked saying ''the what''

PulpaGorilla's Aran. Definitely.

That rabies pride art. I don't know how those two things managed to cross paths, but someone put them together and it is GLORIOUS.

Idk

pulpa-de-gorila / ask-the-ryans on tumblr!!! i sometimes study their art when i draw aran cuz i swear their stuff could be official art its that good. & also shoutout for mossea on tumblr aswell for being so shaped

i genuinely forgot their name but there was this one aran fanart with vibrant colors and it was Very Shaped and i think about it frequently

Best video ever made about Aran Ryan?

literally all of them

I cannot choose one so you get 3 https://youtu.be/RZTRpgjrMqc https://youtu.be/QgErxUeAeAU https://youtu.be/LPeq5_WSaas

i dont know tbh

i don't really watch videos on aran but i remember the deepfried aran fight and thought that was funny

Throwing the ref and knocking him the fuck out.

The infractions one

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Fully Baked video talking about why is his fave

The one where the guy lists his 20+ infractions

"Why Aran Ryan is my Favorite Punch-Out Fighter" by Fully Baked

The old YTP’s‼️🔛🔝

That one, by kazooyah: https://www.tumblr.com/kazooyah/185687150065/so-this-is-what-i-do-in-my-spare-time. I've stumbled upon this vid way back im 2021, and I still think about this video daily.

The bus video gets me every time.

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bumble mcfumbles's punch-out cheaters video, it's iconic at this point

"whos the biggest cheater in the wvba?"

Put here your thoughts about Aran

my favourite rat bastard tbh, i stole his name and it’s now my third/fourth online name hehe

Aran is a horrible gremlin man who is also my baby boy who I'd die for.

he is very hot and cute and the only character that got me here

I picture Aran as this outwardly abrasive guy- He let's as many people in as he let's those who wrong him go unpunished, which is to say little to none. He's got his reasons for cheating & while he won't share those reasons, it's a hill he's more than willing to die on. If you ever managed to get past the massive amount of walls he's put up, you'd find he's actually a very caring, creative, & intelligent person.

the spoinky woinky!!!!!!

Feral rat man.

silly :3 also what is that hairstyle bro

cheeseburgers. cheeseburgers everywhere. All jokes aside, one of the most interesting boxers in Punch Out. Him or Sandman should be in Smash Bros.

The half-rat half-irish cheating bastard that I love

Guy has so much personality to him. If a new Punch Out games come, please have Aran back, I’d die if he isn’t.

I like him as a character, but if he was a person, I wouldn't go near him as he is bad example

Funny as fuck dude Aran Ryan is 🔛🔝‼️

definitely one of the most iconic characters in the game, and for a good reason. hes funny, his fight is very unique in regards to timing your punches, his voice acting is great, hes got a solid, sharp design, and i love seeing the insane capers he comes up with. a HUGE step up from the SNES version. also hes hot.

dude's so mecore fr

He's a riot, that's for sure.

I like that dude I want to watch him be beaten to a pulp i need to see him sobbing shaking begging for his life

they can't just put an almost normal person / insane cheater among magic users, the most yoked guys i've ever seen, and king hippo and expect me to NOT be my favorite. c'mon now

RAAAGFHGHGHRGGFGRRGRGHHGHARGHGEGRGRGRGERGRGGEGHHGGEHEGRGGRHRHRGRHRHHFFFFHGGRH (i need to grind him with a mortar and pestle)

Other headcanons

His flail is named Macha, named after an Irish goddess of war, death, and horses

he makes shit doodles of himself or his friends and his bf

Here's my headcanon for why Aran cheats- Aran immigrated to the US as a child & his father passed away shortly after his sister was born- He becomes the breadwinner when his mother gets sick & now in order to support his family & cover their medical bills, he cheats & places illegal bets on his own fights. He keeps this fact increadibly close to his chest & absolutely hates asking for help.

he likes to knit :)

He graffitis everywhere in the WVBA, either paint brush or marker. Ref, janitors and some boxers are tired of this shit. He also pranks most of the boxers in the WVBA.

He can whistle and sing beautifuly.

Guy gets drunk after sipping like 5 shots of Guinness, He’s a dog person, Good Enough Cook, and Rage Quit when he losses at video games.

He can complete Pizza Tower if it was real in his universe (not as a game, but a real tower)

Definitely stole a shopping cart from somewhere once or twice while he was drunk

hes great a rhyming and uses it to annoy people. he is also disco kid's and soda's dancing buddy, they always KILL it on the dance floor. has made sea shanty diss tracks with disco kid. does everything to embarrass macho man in front of ladies and the press. loves drum and base music, as well as sea shanties. has begged every non-english boxer at some point to PLEAAASE teach him some new curse words.

Now, I don't have any miscellaneous headcanons, I just wanted to say thanks to the Mod and anons for an awesome survey here, hope that's okay-

I've been thinking about him actively seeking therapy. Not for his insanity (God forbid we fix that part) but for things he keeps better under wraps (anxiety, depression, self-image, etc.

Second he gets home the pants come off, you can SEE every time he left the house the past week bc he didn't pick up them drawers after he dropped them. Dude HAS to have something to watch while he eats, food ritual is he's always sat on the couch, paper plate of food he has to hold otherwise his old ass dog tries to steal a bite, his own ground gripper dawgs out on the narsty carpet, TV playing trash reality shows way too loud, either shirtless or pantless, usually drinking pop with whatever he's eating. OH WAIT YEAH ALSO Aran's the type of guy to watch trash reality TV bc watching any dumb confrontations either verbal or physical is very fun and funny for him🤪

miiight of said this in the last survey but i fully believe that aran, although born in ireland, currently resides somewhere in new jersey

one time his friends in the wvba held a suprise birthday party for him and he tried SO hard not to cry (and failed lol)

#aran ryan #punch out #survey #the second part will be published stay tunedddd

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basicallyblank · 11 months ago

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Paris Olympics MD4; France vs Brazil Quarter final

Quarter finals of the Olympics, Brazil, a fairly young team that have a lot of fight. They're an attacking team that look for the counter attack and focus on wingplay. They played a 4-4-2 formation today, as they have in every game apart from against Japan. They have never beaten France.

France are the hosts of the tournament, They've ever quite managed to get over the line in tournaments, but they have one of the best attacking lines in the world and can build up play very quickly. They like to play attacking flowing football and like to press.

France started off very quick, as they always like to do, they always look to start strong to display their dominance early on. Brazil showed off their physicality early, trying to win those battles in midfield.

Brazil's players were making good runs forward down the wings, they love getting their fullbacks forward as support. Gabi Nunes showed some excellent skill on the wings, dribbled passed her player and puts a good cross in, Brazil start to look more confident in attack, and aren't afraid to put a tackle in.

France get awarded the penalty in the 12th minute, Cascerino was brought down in the box after a challenge from Tarciane, too much contact and Cascerino knows that if she goes down she wins a pen. Her pace was too much for Tarciane and Rafaelle and they were left scrambling.

Karchaoui steps up to take, she's left waiting for 4 minutes whilst the ref sorts everyone out, you can see her routinely taking deep breaths throughout to reassure herself but her penalty ends up being saved.

France would be looking even more to get forward now, trying to turn the momentum of the game in their favour, they start building out from the back, their usual style.

Both teams rely heavily on players coming down the wings and being able to shoot crosses into the box, Brazil players attemping to dribble their way into the box but unable to beat Renard.

France were easily getting bodies forward in attack whereas Brazil were struggling to get bodies back to defend, France progress up the pitch as a unit and make sure they always have options available, they were able to cut Brazil open a few times in the first half but nothing ever came as a result.

Brazil defenders doubling up on French attackers, I imagine a big defensive point was to mak sure they have no room to cross, this is an area France ose the biggest threat, Baltimore was ruthless, always looking for that inch of space to try get the cross off, France always have options in the box and their players are quite good on scoring headers.

Both teams were wasteful on set pieces today, France had more clear chances off freekicks but failed to make anything happen, and corners for both teams were easily headed away.

Brazil constantly trying to get France on the counter attack, quickly turning and driving up the field, trying to catch them out and get attacking players up the pitch. France lost majority of aerial duels today, long balls just weren't coming right and Brazilian players are fantastic in the air, France cheaply gave away posession a few times.

Both teams were eager to get ahead before half time, France have scored early on in all of their previous games in the tournament, they haven't scored a goal after the 49th minute.

SECOND HALF

Brazil started the second half on the attacking foot, they will be looking to assert themselves more, it took them too long in the first half and didn't really generate that many chances, they have no shots on target and struggled to get out of their half due to the pressure France was applying.

France hadn't been attacking centrally often, but it was a route they started going down in the second half, when they had done it previously, they cut Brazil open, but just struggle in the final third. Brazil will be looking to try something new in attack, they just can't beat Frances defence.

In the 54th minute, after making a last ditch tackle, Rafaelle has to be stretchered off due to injury. She's a massive loss for Brazil, she's a brick wall in defence and is also a target for corners. She dealt with everything that came her way and has a good partnership with Tarciane.

France's defence starts getting sloppy, a mistake from Renard gifts Brazil a golden opportunity, Polinho just drags it wide and is unable to find the right angle.

On the other side of the pitch, French attack is attempting to inject some pace, Brazillian defenders not being given much time on the ball, having to think fast as there's always an opposition player over their shoulder.

France quickly trying to create something, building up from the back and using Cascerino's pace to drive towards the box, Brazil try to slow the game down, gaining back possession and passing the ball around, calming themselves on the ball. France know that if they aply the right amout of pressure, Brazil will crack, their attacking players are ready to fire from all angles.

It all goes wrong very quickly for France, a huge defensive mistake in the 82nd minute, a misplaces pass that was going nowhere, Polinho comes off the back of De Almeida's shoulder and easily slots it in the back of the net, Brazils first shot on target.

France are exerting themselves trying to get a goal, Brazil will be happy to overload on defence and see the game out. It starts getting sloppy and physical from both teams, France make silly mistakes as they're playing frantic, a mistake from Picaud almost see Brazil capitalize again.

In the final minutes of the game, it becoes obvious France let their emotions overpower them, they made foolish mistakes, wasted set pieces and just weren't able to get the upper hand. It's the same tale as it's always been for te French, a great team that just can't get themselves over the line, you start to wonder when it will eventually happen for them. For now, World Champion's Spain await Brazil in the Semi Final.

#women’s football #woso #paris #olympics #paris olympics #paris 2024 #brazil #fra wnt #france wnt #football #seleção brasileira #seleção feminina #As Canarinhas #Verde-Amarela #rafaelle souza #sakina karchaoui #selma bacha #kadidiatou diani #marie antoinette katoto

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xaytheloser · 1 year ago

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poor shadow and burning are probably just like "WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU BOTH GET BRAINWASHED BY THAT FAE KING FUCK?-"

Meanwhile benign and eternal are just looking between each other like "...*sigh* we signed up for these dumbasses we gotta deal with 'em."

Also- I can imagine eternal trying to apologize to benign a little bit later on, like after a small talk with Elder Faerie about where they all stand

Eternal's all nervous and rubbing their arm while they wait for Benign, constantly fidgeting with her own feathers and looking around until Benign shows up, to which they start rambling, trying to explain stuff but ultimately being told by Benign to just get to the point

Eternal has to hype herself up with a deep breath before she says anything, and it goes something like this once they finally start talking again:

"I'm really sorry, Benign Butter. I understand if you're still upset with me, but I'm sorry nonetheless. We all missed you a lot, I, we, still do. We still love you as well, but I understand if you don't share those feelings anymore, at least not in the same way as before."

"...Eternal Sugar..."

"I know I fucked up a lot- I let a lot of people die and I killed a lot of people myself and I am, so sorry for that- I can't bring back those lives, but I hope I can make up for the damages I've caused-"

"Eternal Sugar-"

"I hope-"

Benign probably proceeds to shut Eternal up by kissing her (much to their surprise), followed by quietly reassuring her she forgives them

Reassuring her that while yes they do have a lot to work on and make up for, Benign is more than willing to help her do so

Eternal Sugar ends up metaphorically melting into a puddle of gooey giggles whilst smothering Benign with affection because "yay my wife still loves me"

Elder Faerie and Eternal Sugar end up on surprisingly good terms with Eternal warming up to him gradually whilst he shows them around the faerie kingdom and teaches them about what's changed over the years, even if she's already heard everything from Shadow in the past (ain't got no memory of jack shit he's said)

Do Eternal, Elder, and Benign end up in a way less doomed polycule than before? Possibly! With a likely distressed Eternal because poor birdy got no clue how to handle feeling about Elder Faerie because for the longest time they were used to disliking him and now her feelings are complicated because she's not sure she dislikes him anymore (he seems nice and Benign likes him) but she does not want to acknowledge that she might like him as anything more than a friend

Elder Faerie is in fact not experiencing the same distress because I can see him as being a very accepting and blunt person so the moment he realizes he's catching feelings he's just like "Ah, yes, the wife of my wife will now also be my wife. Hopefully." and proceeds to talk with Benign before following through with whatever fae courting gestures there are (like maybe making songs about the person, that seems like something they'd do)

Oops I'm rambling *skitters away*

NO PLEASE RAMBLE MORE!!! /SILLY

YOUR BRAINWORMS ARE BECOMING MY BRAINWORMS!!!

I love the idea of the less doomed polycule at the end, it's giving "this is my wife, Benign Butter, and this is Benign Butter's husband, Elder Faerie."/ref meanwhile, Burning Spice and Shadow Milk are screaming crying throwing up in their prison-

#Xay answers

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somedaytakethetime · 2 years ago

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So.. I'm back. With yet another word vomit. But.. this one is.. special.. if you will.. something I don't normally write about ever.. but.. something that's on my mind a lot. It won't suit everyone, it might not even suit most even, but it might find just the right people I hope...

Notes: you like fruit? I'm incredibly fond of fruit... that's both the clue and the warning, you're welcome. It's also somewhat.. descriptive... it's only fair given that I make everything else a little.. descriptive..

Word count: 3 650 words

The sun is caressing her cheeks and she closes her eyes as she tilts her head further up. Her hands are firmly pressed against the soft cloth behind her and she pushes her chest further out, almost offering it to the sun's kisses. Her skin is a little flushed from the heat, her hair falls behind her in cascades of shiny silk. It makes you breathless to look at her, she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You watch her sigh, chest rising and then falling, as she allows the sun to wrap her in it's warm embrace, allows the heat and the good weather to seep into her bones. Relaxes completely and finally feels at peace after one long season of work. The thin strap of her top slips down her smooth skin, your eyes follow it in it's path, watching in total trance how she doesn't move a single muscle, oblivious to your attention and deep affection. There's people around you, yet you always find yourself completely focused on her. Your friends' voices start to flood into your ears again as the world comes back to focus. She opens her eyes and moves, no longer in an outstretched and relaxed position, instead sitting cross legged on the picnic blanket. You're at the park, hanging out with people you adore, but you wish.. you wish it could just be the two of you. You wish she'd smile that softly at you, the way she does to your best friend currently. You wish you'd have her full attention, even just once, the way she always has yours. But she seems oblivious to your interest in her, seems to not realise that you want her, desperately, that's she's become the object of your deepest, most intimate affections. 'I wish you'd see me the way I see you... it's unfair that they always get the best of you and I'm left trailing behind, trying to get even just a smidgeon of attention.. am I that unattractive? Maybe I'm annoying.. why won't you like me??' You almost huff, on the verge of an inner tantrum, but you're startled from your inner moping when a grape hits your forehead. "Are you going to sulk all afternoon or are you going to participate in the debate?" your friend asks, smirking as he plops a grape into his mouth, and you side eye him "I'm not sulking, I'm thinking. Dumbass." he laughs softly "Sulking, thinking, pondering.. it all looks the same with you, Prissy Pam.", you're about to tell him off, playfully as you always tease each other, but a soft hand touches your arm. Her eyes are so beautiful, you could stare into them for a million years and never tired. You feel breathless every time she looks at you, especially when she smiles softly like now. "What do you think?" your face burns, you have no clue what she said before.. she laughs softly, sees it clearly that you weren't paying attention, "The last game of the season. Do you think the referee was unfair with us, or do you think he was justified?" oh.. they're debating that. Yeah, you have strong opinions on that.. the ref was clearly biased against them, and he kept picking on her.. at some point you wanted to throw hands with him but your best friend told you to be quiet "You can't fight and you know you can't fight, settle down." and.. she wasn't wrong but still. So.. what do you think? You look into her kind eyes, her soft smile as she waits for your perspective and you think you'd burn down the whole world for her.

It's rare to find her in a dress, but not impossible. She wears them sometimes, when she feels like it. She's a practical woman, prefers the freedom of trousers because the wind won't try to blow them over her head. The way it's currently tickling at the flimsy hem of her dress. But.. you'd be lying if you said that dresses aren't your favourite look on her. She's pretty, she's so pretty.. you like how her legs look in dresses. She's shapely in a way that the kits tend to hide, the bagginess of the clothes she favours doesn't show how her body is sculpted with the softest curves. Not in the way this wrap dress she's wearing does. Hugging her body tightly the way you wish you could. The thin fabric dancing with every little motion she makes, your eyes glued to her yet again. She's laughing at something a friend said, you're on your way to a night club. It's hot tonight, clammy even, you're wearing a dress too albeit a looser one. The wind keeps wrapping itself around your legs, under your dress, snaking around your thighs and tummy. It's on the verge of uncomfortable because the wind feels hot and sticky. It makes your skin heated and sticky too. But you're not the only one bothered. You notice her touch her neck softly, breathing deeper, she looks slightly uncomfortable and you notice a small bead of sweat slide down between her breasts. Should you be looking at her cleavage this openly? Probably not, but no one is paying you any attention so.. you follow the path that tiny bead makes, from her chest bone, between the valley of her breasts, all the day down. Disappearing under the fabric. You have the urge to pull the fabric apart, see where that bead disappears off into. You want to chase it with your lips, want to kiss a path down from her neck, behind her ear, all the way to her p-.. "Hello?? Earth is calling? Are you there??" your best friend is waving her hands in front of you, looking annoyed, "Do you want to go with us or not?" you shake your head "Go where?" you watch her roll her eyes, huff, "To the other club! This one is boring, and it'll probably be full of people, we were just talking about making the switch, keep up, girl!" you see her laugh, from the corner of your eyes, hides her face with her hand as she pretends she's not amused that you always seem to be several kilometres away, but you refocus and nod slowly "I'll go wherever, I don't care." your best friend sighs, "Of course you don't.." and takes your hand, pulls you to turn back as you start walking in the wrong direction again, glares at you in that fond maternal way she's been doing for years, "I swear, you're such a goof sometimes.." you laugh and tease her back, it's easier to pretend that you're just flighty instead of admitting were your head had actually been.. and where you wish it could be..

She smells like fruit, she tastes like fruit too. Soft, unhurried kisses getting deeper and deeper the more you move together. Whispery, breathless moans and whines mix like your tongues do too. Heated, sticky skin presses together as you push even closer to each other. Your legs are tangled, you feel the slickness as you slide in unison. Her hands tangle in your hair, pull tightly and you whine into her neck. Your own slide up her back, one disappears into her hair to hold her in place while the other traces a path all the way to her breast. Playing with her nipple, you kiss her neck as you feel her melt and press down harder. Everything is heated and sticky and slippery, it feels so good and you whine too. She kisses you roughly, a little needy, as she rubs against you faster. You cling to each other, fall back together and tangle even further as you both get so desperate to fall apart. She pulls away, arches her back, you look at her like she's unreal. Her hands brace themselves against your hips as she settles, moving faster and faster, and you watch her, transfixed by the way her breasts move. Your hand reaches up to hold one and you feel pleased with the way she whines and arches further, presses more desperately to you, her soft sounds flooding your brain and making you dizzy. You're so close, and so is she. Her hair is messy and unruly, you're both sweaty and needy. She says something and you can't make out what she's saying, look at her puzzled when a "Are you listening to me or not??" comes from her mouth but not in her own voice. You shake your head and the flashes all fade away, leaving you starring straight into your best friend's eyes. "Listen, girl, you know I love you, right? And it's exactly because I love you that I'm going to need you to stop doing that. You either toughen up and tell her that you're into her or you just let it go and move on. But you can't keep fading in and out of reality while you hornily stare at this poor unsuspecting girl and then force us all to pretend we don't know what you're thinking about.." you glare at your friend and she glares right back, "All I'm saying is: either take a chance or don't. But listen.. stop moping. We all see plainly that you like her, so surely she's seen it too. She's not stupid, you know? Just go for it. Tell her how you feel. See where it leads you." a whiny scoff leaves your lips "Easier said than done! Look at her! She's a goddess, she can have anyone! How am I supposed to be like 'Hey, so I know that you're drop dead gorgeous and you could go out with any person that you wish, but this troll here would like your attention please'." the wrist slap your friend gives you in unfairly strong, she didn't need to go that hard.. "If you call yourself a troll again, I'll smack your lips off.. you're pretty, stunning even! I won't hear whatever bullshit your brain tells you, I don't care, argue with the wall. You're hot, she's hot, together you'd be hot. Tell her! End of story. If she doesn't see it? Then she's an idiot and you deserve better, so you move on." there's no arguing with your friend once she gets in this mood, she thinks she's right and nothing will change her mind. She's confident and head-strong, you wish you could be more like her. Especially in this matter. You wish you could so easily say, to the object of your affections, 'Hey, I really like you. Do you like me? Do you think we can go make out somewhere? Please?' with ease and confidence, but you clam up every time she's around. It'll be harder than it looks to even just say 'Hi, I think you're great.' and not have a minor stroke..

You're alone. Well, you're not alone. She is here too. You don't understand why she's stayed behind, but alas she did. Your friends wanted to go out and party the night away but you didn't feel like leaving tonight. You'd rather just sit out here, looking up at the starry sky, enjoying the breeze and the salty air. You didn't even know she had stayed behind, not until you heard noises inside and it frightened you, thinking someone had broken in, before her head popped out and said "Do you want something to eat? I'm making cheesy toasties." you shook your head and tried to settle your erratic heart, this time not because of her but due to the scare she caused you, she's oblivious. Just smiled softly, "Okay, but if you get hungry? I've got food!" and plopped back inside. You stared at the door for a while before settling back down on the lounge chair. It's a strange feeling. To be hyper aware of someone. To almost be able to feel them walking around as if they have your own legs. You close your eyes and you can almost see her inside, walking around with those little shorts.. you love her legs, you can't help it. She's unfairly attractive and you're only human. You wish you could touch her, feel how soft the skin of her inner thighs must be, feel the curve of her hips under your hand, the roundness of her breasts.. you're doing it again. You're fantasizing about her again. You can't help that either. The heat makes your hormones go all wacky, you easily get turned on and your brain just races thinking about her. Thinking about how she must sound, must feel.. the door slides open and it startles you, she walks out in a bikini. "Mind if I go in? It's really fucking hot inside and I can't take it anymore." the AC has been broken for a few days, the rental's landlord is trying to fix it but it's hard to track down someone to replace the units without it costing an arm and a leg. You shrug as you watch her dip into the pool. You try to keep a neutral face, try to keep looking at the ocean, far off in the distance, to keep your mind in check. But this is dangerous territory, and you're not sure how long you can keep fighting your own desperate need to touch her.

Her body is dripping with water as she walks out of the pool again. "God, that felt nice." she nearly moans. You pride yourself on being a woman, being controlled, not having debased urges like a man would but.. that's all bullshit. You're a woman, yes, and that means exactly that you lack control too, that you have debased urges, a need to touch, to kiss, to possess things. You're human, and humans are lust-filled creatures. It's hard to focus on anything other than her body as she sprawls out on the lounge chair next to you. But you try. Keep looking at the ocean, waves rolling in and out slowly, hum a song playing in your head even if the song itself is ironical. 'God is a Woman', isn't it funny how the mind works? You don't even care much for that song and yet, it springs into your mind from time to time, harasses you, won't leave. Your concentration keeps breaking the more she fidges and squirms, she's acting like she has ants in her pants. "Are you okay?" you fixate on her face, avoid looking anywhere else because your mind will wonder off if you do. She nods, tries to stay still but eventually keeps fussing again. "Are you sure you're okay?" this time she sighs "I don't understand how people can stay in wet clothes. This is so uncomfortable.." you laugh softly, you know exactly what she means. You hate wet clothes, you used to cry when you were a child, at the beach, if the water wet your bathing suit. Used to force your parents to change you, you were restless until you were in dry clothes again. At some point in your very early youth they gave up putting a bathing suit on you and just allowed you to toddle around as God intended, there was no point wrestling with a squirming, crying toddler. "I used to throw a fit if my bathing suit was wet, I hated the feeling when I was little." she sits up, "It's just incredibly uncomfortable! I hate feeling fabric stick to me. I despise how it feels, even during games? When I get sweaty and the kit starts to stick to me? I hate it so much. I have the desperate need to throw it off and burn it. I want to do the same right now. I hate this feeling." you smile and nod, look at her for a moment, you don't know what possesses you to say it but it comes out so naturally "You can take it off, it's just us now." you're starring at each other, your face is burning and you look away, back at the ocean, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. I know how uncomfortable it is, so all I was saying is you can take it off, I won't look at you. I promise it wasn't in a weird way.." she hums a curious sound, you refuse to look at her, but you hear the wet slap of cloth falling onto the ground. You fixate extra hard on the sky now, flat out refuse to even glance at her from the corner of your eye, you didn't expect she'd actually do it. But she hums again, as she settles down on the lounger, this time far more comfortable, "That's so much better. It's too hot for clothes anyway.." you refuse to move a muscle, barely even breathe, you try to calm your racing heart, to ignore everything. Your lids slide shut as you settle into the chair too, hands clasped together over your stomach, you try to think of the ocean still. Rolling.. sliding.. in and out.. back and forth.. waves crashing.. 'God is a woman' echoing on loop in your mind.. you feel beads of sweat sliding down your chest, under your shirt, squirm a little and press your legs together, ignore the burning inside yourself and focus on the sounds of the waves.

A soft sound startles you. A moan? You open your eyes and look at her, then remember she's nude and look away. She laughs, a bright laugh, "You can be such a prude.. and so oblivious too..", you scoff, "I'm not a prude! I-" but she's already flooding your view, moving to straddle your lap, completely nude.. "Do you honestly think I go around taking my clothes off this easy for anyone to see?" you're trying so hard not to stare at her breasts, keep looking at her face, but she's the devil herself, presses further onto you, cages you against the chair, her breasts so close to your face.. "I'm horny..". Said so naturally. Like you've been together for years and she's just informing you of her state. You whine, a needy sound. A desperate feeling is trying to claw it's way out of your body, you're dizzy and feel intoxicated. "I like you.. if you weren't so busy always zooning off, you'd seen it by now.." you stare at her, she tilts her head to the side, "Do you like me too?" 'Do I-' how do you even begin to express how you feel? Like? Not strong enough. Love? Too strong for this moment. What do you even say? How do you express all the desire, the devotion, the yearning and aching you feel? Your hands creep onto her hips, hold her tightly, you don't mean to touch her just yet but you can't help it "I- I like you too.. more than like even.. you're very... enticing.." a pleased, amused sound purrs in her chest, "Really? Am I now?", she leans closer to your face again, whispers soft and teasing, "So.. are we going to chit chat all night or.. will you help me out?". It's hard to tell who kisses who first, but it doesn't matter anyway. All that matters is that her lips are plush and warm, she tastes like water and faintly of berries. A sweet, tangy flavour that makes you want more. Her hands are desperately pulling at your clothes, "Take it off.." she whispers, need clouding her tone. You get naked in record time, just as needy and desperate to feel her body against yours. You whine together when it happens. You've dreamed about it for a long time now, wanted this so badly. She's even softer than you imagined, warmer and so plush under your hands. She's whiny, kisses you with so much want, pulls your hair and bites your lip, laughs into the kiss when you complain slightly. Your hands find every curve of her body, hold her breasts and play with her nipples, it makes her shiver and moan against your lips. She starts to rub on your thigh, spreading the wetness on your sticky, heated skin. You shiver, feel a fever rising inside you. Your hands move back down and nearly forcefully adjust her in your lap. You break the kiss and whine in sync as you meet, slippery wetness pressing together, you roll against each other like the waves. Leaning back down, she curls over you, her forehead pressed to yours as you look into each other's eyes. No words are said, there's no need for them, you know exactly what the other is thinking. 'So good, you're amazing, I want you, more, please, I need you' strings of incoherency cloud your brain, your hands are frantic, leaving paths of flames on her body as they pass. She makes soft, breathy sounds and moves faster. You follow her, a need so strong it makes you dizzy, you've dreamed about it so much but nothing can compare to how good it feels to have her. You kiss, whine and moan into each other's lips, falling together as the waves crash harder against the rocks in the distance, echoing your emotion. You shiver together, cling to each other, melt as one and keep rolling even as you settle down. It feels so good to press like that, you want to keep doing it even as you pause to kiss and grope each other. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, there's no need for words at all, 'Stay with me' is what she says, and stay with her is what you'll do. You lay down together, touching heated skin and kissing slowly as need, little by little, creeps back inside you both. The waves crash in the distance as you hear echoes in your mind, firmly declaring God is, indeed, a woman.

#me? posting wlw randy things at this hour? more likely than you think #anyway a shoutout to all my fruit girlies out there #and a shoutout to all the hot female football players that never get any love #i thirst besties i just don't tend to post about it on my shrine to a certain blonde Danish rat #but here it is.... so... yeah..#adventures in a clown's dreams #football fanfic #football imagine #wlw fic

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followingforest · 2 months ago

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Squeaky Bum Time

We are Nottingham Forest - we don't do things easily. Its always more fun doing it the hard way. Why get automatic promotion when you can win at Wembley? Why win in 90/120 mins if you can win a penalty shoot out? Why try to stay up in the Premier League normally when you can do it with a points deduction?

Its a season none of us expected. Even the most optimistic Forest fan, Greg Mitchell of Forest Focus and The Overlap fame, predicted us 12th for this season. All the other Forest Focus crew had us 13th to 15th. A lot of them thought Spurs would be top 4 - as I did.

After the first game ended 1-1 v Bournemouth I posted this on X -

"Usual Forest frailties, not getting a second goal and a defensive mix up. Looked very good in large parts of the game. Anderson will be a good addition for sure". I've checked back and Anderson only came on for the last 20 mins but think we all saw then what a player he was.

So we are making it difficult for ourselves. The losses now at home to Everton and Brentford loom large in our thinking. However its a 10 month season so why not beat ourselves up for not holding onto that Bournemouth lead in August? Or the draw with Wolves? Or the tame performance v Fulham at home? If we dwell on them we should at the same time celebrate the wins at Anfield and Old Trafford, the win v City, the brilliant December/January run when no one could beat us.

We can't dwell on what ifs and maybes. 3 to go but never has the one game at a time mantra been more relevant. Leicester have nothing to play for but everything to play for at the same time. We took the piss out of them at their place - on and off the pitch - they want nothing more to stop us getting European football. I expect nothing less than a battle on Sunday with assaults masquerading as tackles and them putting more effort into this one game than they put into the previous 10. Its a day for 100% effort, for taking our chances and for Ryan Yates. Win the game and we get some form of European football and to be honest I'd take Conference League as a starting point. To finish 7th or higher would be a remarkable achievement given where we have come from.

I've given up looking at the options for other teams because all it does is give you a headache and disappointment. Chelsea playing Liverpool after they had been on the piss for a week and Arne rested his 1st choice midfield and central defender was the final straw for me, after I'd been listening to Newcastle get a point from the 3rd penalty the ref gave them earlier.

We just have to look after our own games. If we can't beat Leicester and West Ham we have to say that we don't really deserve a CL spot. I hate myself for now wanting Man City to win the FA cup to make the Europa League available for 7th spot. I also believe the FA Cup final should be the last game of the season but imagine if it was and the team in 7th was waiting a week to see if they were in the EL or the Conference league? Football scheduling is a mess but that's a subject for another day.

So lets be ready for Sunday, loud and proud of the team and what they have given us this season. Fingers crossed that the medics can get CHO and Murillo on the pitch but I'm already resigned to both being out in my head.

Right enough now - need to book train tickets for West Ham after telling myself I wouldn't go back there again as the view is crap from the away end but needs must and my addiction won't allow me not to go.

Shut out the noise and play your game Forest.

#Forest #NFFC #Nottingham

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adauniveristy · 1 year ago

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— Everyone wants her, that was my crime. (｡>﹏<｡)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 — Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇｓ :: Clingy!Ranpo x 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘢!Reader (^з^)-☆Chu ! ! ⌗ֶָ֢ ( Reader is taller than Ranpo !! )

𖦹 — ! 𝘠ou finally told everybody that you're dating ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.. <3

⌗ֶָ֢ Disclaimer — Ranpo may not act like canon

⌗ֶָ֢ !! — The paparazzi are outside, going crazy for you. Since you're a famous Diva, it's no surprise that everywhere you go, everybody knows you. Speaking of, Almost every guy has a crush on you, they even made a page of you that are full of your fanboys.

"Y/N !!!! "You turn your head to the voice's detection only to find Ranpo, your boyfriend screaming while running up to you. He breathlessly stopped in front of you, he can barely breathe but that doesn't matter, as long as he's with you <3 /j. Ranpo didn't even say a single word, he just went up to you and hugged you tightly. Sure it's been a while since you saw him. You've been quite busy lately.

"Y/n, can you even imagine what happened today?! " "Nope, mind telling me? "

"I was assigned in a mission today, and some stupid person mentioned how much they "love" you! And the other time, I heard them talking about how you and that Haru guy are perfect for each other! They can't say that in front of me! No way. " You then look at the boy's face, of course he was pouting. Dude, you can barely breathe because of the way he hugged you. He was putting his arm around your waist while he buried his face in your chest. You couldn't help but chuckle. His clinginess is something that you like about him. And, for Haru.. Haru is your love team in the entertainment industry. Everybody goes crazy for you two. They even thought you guys were dating.

"You silly boy, don't mind them, mhm-kay? Haru and I are only love team,you're the one I love. " You reassured him. You're used to Ranpo being so jealous when someone compliments you. It sure happens a lot.

"When are you gonna tell then your dating 𝘮𝘦? I know that Haru guy likes you. I mean it's obvious,he makes it obvious! Even if he doesn't, I'm the greatest detective of course I'll Figure it out! " He proudly said. But that was an unexpected question. You say down into your coach behind you while still holding Ranpo. He of course sat on your lap while resting his head into your shoulder, waiting for your answer. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. He's right, when are you finally telling everyone?

"I don't know, maybe— " "You told me the same thing last time I asked you that! " he frowned.

"M' sorry, I'll tell them soon, I promise.. " "in the interview? " "Yeah"

The pout on his face disappeared as he slowly smiled. "Okay! And make sure to tell everybody about me in front of that guy! Anywayy, Can we eat the food in your ref? " "Sure, yeah we can do that! "

On the day of the interview, you were nervous but exited at the same time.

You carefully select your outfit, wanting to look presentable and stylish.

Arriving at the interview venue, you are greeted by a flurry of activity. The atmosphere is buzzing with excitement as journalists, photographers, and fans eagerly await your arrival. Cameras flash, capturing your literally every move. You were about to cover your face but Haru did. "You okay? " "I'm fine. "

As you sat down on the chair, You both were greeted by the host. After a while of messing around, the interview begins, and the questions come pouring in. It was going great until that one question.

"Miss L/N, are you and Sir Haru dating? " The host asked. She got this teasing smile because people there instantly start screaming. This is the perfect time to tell everybody. Haru looks at you with a slight confusion, he looks like he was about to answer but you cut him off.

"no we're actually not uhm, I'm already dating somebody else! " You answered with a bright smile on your face. The room is filled with awkward silence. Even the host cannot even speak. Do you and Haru look really together that it's hard to believe? Well too 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘰 :3 .

𝘈/𝘯 :: 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 2 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘵𝘧

#Spotify

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allthemenofmydreams · 4 years ago

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Back Home with a Trophy & a Baby- Ben Chilwell

It was the week of the champions final, Ben was busy with training and some interviews. But in his free time at night, he would lie next to me and always lay his head on my growing belly and talk sweet words to our baby.

I was 8 months pregnant, and we still didn't know what sex our baby was. We wanted it to be a surprise, even though we were dying to know. When the team reached the Champions League final and found out that it would be played in Porto. Ben and I started having little arguments on whether or not I should attend the final. Due to my condition, I was not recommended to get on a plane, especially when you are at a stage where the baby could be born at any moment.

The day before he left we had another little talk. We still hadn't decided if I would attend the game or not. Although the doctor had given us green light for me to attend the game because everything was under control and it wasn't a long flight. According to him, the baby was going to stay in my belly for a couple more weeks, but Ben wasn't so sure. He feared that maybe I would start having contractions during the flight or, worse, that the baby would want to be born while he was at the game.

I was in the kitchen making dinner when he got home.

"I think you should stay," Ben said, placing a flight ticket and the game pass over the table. "I will be more relaxed if you stay, but I will also feel at ease knowing that you are in the stands supporting me, so... I let it up to you".

I walked and stood in front of him, placing my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. I looked him in the eyes and said

"I'm going to be fine, I mean we're going to be fine." I took his hand and placed it on my belly so he could feel the baby move.

Ben smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

"I know, I just can't help but worry about you two".

"How would you feel if I thought about it over the next few days, and let you know what I've decided?"

"I'm fine with that." He smiled and then said, "what's that smell?"

"Oh, I made your favorite food because I was craving it," He laughed and walked over to the stove to serve himself a plate.

"Let's have dinner then"

In the morning, Ben got up early for a final training session at Cobham before leaving for Portugal.

"Please, let me know what you decide Y/N, whether you go or stay¨ Ben said, taking his things and placing them in the back of the car.

I was in my pajamas standing in the door frame leading to our garage watching his movements. It was very early, but I had to say goodbye to him and wish him good luck because, whether I was going or not, it was very likely that I would see him after the game.

"We're staying, so don't worry. The baby and I want you to stay focused." Ben came over to me and kneeled, placing his hands and forehead on my belly.

"I'm going to get that win and bring that trophy home so when you grow up I can tell you about that great day."

Pregnancy hormones and Ben's words made me cry. He stood up and looked me in the eyes.

"I know I'm going to see you in a couple of days, but I don't want to leave without saying thank you"

"Thank you for what?" I asked, confused with my voice shaking from crying.

"For making me the luckiest man alive, because you are an extraordinary woman who is doing a great job with our baby. I can't wait to have him or her in our arms."Ben placed his hands on my cheeks and put his forehead on mine, "I love you so much Y/N, thank you for being my support, I don't know what I would do without you"

"I love you too Ben, thank you for all you have done for us, and for showing us not to give up and work on our dreams, I know you are a great team and you are going to win. I don't need to wish you good luck, because that victory is already yours." I gave him a soft and deep kiss. Whenever Ben plays away I get a little touchy, even though I know he'll be back in a day or two.

We hugged one more time before he got in the car and drove away.

I walked into the house and saw the tickets on the table. Even when I had told Ben that I would stay because I didn't want to worry him and needed him to keep the promise he had made to our baby before he left. I told the Footballer a little white lie.

The next day, I got dressed in comfortable clothes, grabbed my suitcase, and called an Uber to take me to the airport.

As we took off, I remembered that I hadn't told Ben about my change of plans. After a couple of hours, we landed, everything under control and the baby still in my belly. It was a safe and quiet flight and I slept through it. On the way to the hotel, I was thinking about how to communicate to Ben that I was not in London but Porto.

After checking into the hotel and settling into my room, I sent a message to Ben.

Y/N Babe, I need to tell u smth

He replied almost immediately.

Benjamin Please don't tell me the baby is born

I laughed at his worries.

Y/N Nop, baby still on my belly

Benjamin Phew! then what's it?

Y/N You won't believe me, but we're here

Benjamin Here? where? He didn't understand

Y/N Porto.

I replied straight to the point.

It's been 5 minutes since I told him I was in Portugal and he still doesn't answer my message. I don't know whether to worry. Maybe he got annoyed. A couple of minutes later my cell phone showed an incoming call from Ben, and as soon as I answered I heard his voice.

"It was that a joke y/n? because if it was..." I interrupted him.

"It wasn't a joke Ben, I'm here in Portugal. I'm at the hotel"

"Oh my god! you're such a liar, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I changed my mind at the last minute, everything went so fast that I forgot to tell you."

"I can't believe you did it... "

"Are you mad at me?" I asked out of the blue. I couldn't deal with the feeling of guilt for not telling him.

"What! no, I'm not mad. I'm actually glad you're here."

We kept talking for a little longer until we had to end the call because of his pre-match duties.

It's Saturday morning, game day. I sent a text to Ben wishing him good luck and that I would see him later to celebrate. Later I was already in the stands waiting for the game to start. The opening ceremony gave me goosebumps. It was unbelievable. I was glad I was at the game and didn't miss this special day; because I couldn't have lived knowing how everyone was talking about this special day and I didn't get to see it.

The teams took to the field and lined up in front of the sideline for the anthem once again. I noticed that Chelsea's number 21 was discreetly looking for me. When he found me, he signaled to let me know he had seen me. The signal was to run his hand through his hair, so the fans wouldn't go looking for the person he had waved at. Which made it a special moment between us.

The stadium erupted in cheers and celebrations when Kai scored the goal that gave us the lead. I screamed and celebrated as I had never done before. We were winning. A few minutes before the end of the first half, I felt a liquid running down my legs, had I peed?

In the bathroom, while wiping myself, I realized that it wasn't pee, but that my water had broken. I tried to stay calm and not panic; there was still halftime left to play. I took a deep breath, adjusted my dress, and went back to the stands.

The referee added 7 minutes. My nerves were clutching my stomach, plus the baby was also nervous because I could feel it moving. When the ref blew the final whistle I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, it was the longest 7 minutes of my life.

Everyone in the stands was celebrating, the boys and Ben were hugging each other. They couldn't believe it. I was so happy celebrating and watching the awards that for a moment I forgot my water had broken. It was a little pain that reminded me that the baby could be born at any moment.

When they allowed the families to enter the field, Ben came for me. The huge smile on his face and the medal around his neck made me emotional. As soon as he was near we hugged and both burst into tears. I was so proud of him, I still couldn't believe he was Champion of Europe.

"You did it!" I told him wiping the tears that were running down his cheeks "I told you you would be a champion, I am so proud of you".

"I still can't believe it, I'm over the moon," he smiled and kissed my temple "Thank you! Thank you for coming and being here with me"

"I couldn't miss this day for anything in the world"

"I'm glad you didn't miss it"

We continued celebrating until the guys went back to the locker room to get ready for the celebration party.

We had just arrived at the place when I started to feel stronger pains. I didn't want Ben to miss the party, so I tried to mask them with the breathing exercises I had been taught in my prenatal classes. But I couldn't take it anymore and doubled over in pain.

"Babe, you okay?" Ben asked, kneeling next to me. I shook my head.

"I think the baby is coming," I said, inhaling and exhaling. "at halftime my water broke".

"What? Why didn't you tell me before?" his voice sounded worried.

"Because... at that moment... it didn't hurt." my voice cracked in pain.

"We have to go to a hospital" he took out his cellphone and asked for an Uber to the nearest hospital.

When we arrived, the nurses attended to me quickly and took me to a room. They asked me a couple of questions, luckily they spoke English. Ben filled out the paperwork for my admission, while we waited for the doctor. As soon as he came in and checked me over and said.

"This baby is ready" what! but it was still a couple of weeks before I was due. "Get things ready for delivery and call the pediatrician."

All the nurses started moving quickly and I started to freak out.

"Calm down," Ben said, taking my hand and kissing me "It's going to be okay, I'm with you."

"Okay," the doctor said, "on my signal, you're going to push as hard as you can, okay?", I nodded.

"You can do it, sweetie, now it's your turn to bring our trophy into the world."

"Now!" the doctor said.

After pushing three or four times, I heard our baby cry.

"Congratulations! It's a boy," the doctor said. "Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" he asked, looking at Ben, and Ben nodded. A nurse handed Ben a pair of scissors. Watching him cut the cord was the most beautiful moment.

As soon as it was cleaned up, they took the baby away to check that he was healthy and strong because he had been born a couple of weeks earlier. strong because he had been born a couple of weeks before.

"You did great Y/N," Ben said, kissing my lips "he is going to be fine".

Ben texted our family and the lads at Chelsea to let them know that everything had gone well and that the baby was healthy.

A couple of hours later a nurse came in with our little boy in her arms and handed him to me.

I couldn't believe that this little human being had come out of me.

"Look at him, he is as handsome as his daddy," said Ben next to me, I let out a little laugh.

"I know, he's going to be a little heartbreaker."

"I don't know which one of you two I should thank, but you have certainly made this day unforgettable" Ben's eyes were covered with a couple of tears, he was over the moon, "I'm a double champion, I won a title and a baby".

"Who knew you were going to come home with a trophy and a baby," I laughed.

Our baby was still very small but I did not doubt that he was a clone of Ben.

Since everything was under control and he was a healthy baby, the next day they let us go. So our little guy came out dressed in a Chelsea onesie that the team sent us, plus other essentials for Ben and I that we didn't have because it was all unexpected. They also sent us the baby seat so we could take him home.

We didn't know if taking a newborn on a plane was a good idea, but we couldn't stay longer in Portugal. Luckily, the doctor said there was no problem, as our baby was healthy and could handle a couple of hours on the plane. At the hospital they helped us with the paperwork so we didn't have any problems when we arrived in London.

I was glad we were going back to London with the rest of the team because then Ben could still celebrate with them. The kids and families watching us were excited, all wanting to meet little Ben.

"Congratulations, Dad," Mason said as soon as he saw his teammate.

"Thanks, buddy," they hugged. "Would you like to be his godfather?"

Mason smiled and said.

"No need to ask."

When we found out I was pregnant, we spent more time wondering who was going to be our baby's godfather rather than thinking about names. We both agreed it would be Mason since he was a close friend of both of ours.

As soon as we landed we went straight home. We wanted to rest and assimilate everything that had happened over the weekend. I was glad that our baby was born early because Ben was able to be present at the birth and enjoy our boy for a couple of days before he left for his international duties.

#ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell oneshot #ben chilwell one shot #football one shot #football fanfiction #ben chilwell fanfic #footballer imagine #football imagine #football fanfic #football oneshot

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jaycewrites-192000 · 4 years ago

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Growl: Chapter 12

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Today was the day, the day where Seijoh would face off aginst Kaisei Academy, a well known school with a very skilled Volleyball team. They were so good in fact, that they would become an obstacle for Aoba Johsei if not taken down a peg. And that's why Seijoh was here today, to show Kaisei Academy that they were the best! Right now, each team were having a team meeting before the game starts. While Seijoh were confident in their skills, there was still a hint of tension in the air.

"Alright guys, this is it." Oikawa started, as the captain it was his job to get his team hyped and ready for the match. But it was also his job to restore their confidence, make them feel like they could do anything if they really put their whole hearts and souls into it. "We're going to show those Kaisei jerks just who they're up against. We are Seijoh, we back down to no one! The moment we step onto that court, we show no mercy! Kaisei and every other team that challenges us will known that our team is nothing to mocked or looked down upon. I believe in all you, I know we can win this! Now, let's show them what we go!" The teamed collectively gave a frim, "Right!" back to their captain.

"But before we do, L/n-Chan has something she would like to say to everyone." Oikawa stepped aside for Y/n, who approached the team nervously. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore their eyes as she spoke. "I-I know things have been a little weird recently, I haven't stepped up as a manager like I promised I would. I gave you all my word and then I failed to make good on it, and for that I'm very sorry." She bows her head. "But, from now on, I'll be there for each and every one of you. I'll be here for this team like I should, I'll give you all my best, and I'll try harder every single day. Because that's what a manager does." She continued.

"Starting from now, you can rely on me. And I'll rely on you guys to win this match and many more like this." She gives the team a warm smile. "Good luck!" The team all felt their hearts flutter at her kind words. It was nice having a girl, a cute girl at that, cheer them on. But it was even nicer when she was this caring and appreciative of them. But secretly, Y/n would be cheering on Kyotani the most, and he knew that.

The bell that would signify the beginning of the match was blown. "Now go out there and win!" Y/n tells them. "Yeah!" The team says in unison as they approach the court.

The game was near it's end, and the score was tied, one more point was all that was needed in order to win this game. Things were starting to look slim for Seijoh, tension was clear in their movements. They were just as unsure as Y/n, who was on the sidelines watching with bated breath. She never knew volleyball could get so intense, she never understood why there was so much passion put into each match. But now she understood, she understood what it meant to be a part of the team, what it meant to have your teammates backs, and what it meant to support them all every step of the way.

The crowd watched as the ball was sent up into the air, Kyotani was the closest person to it. It was all up to him, to make that final hit, and win the game...

Kyotani took a running start, and just as he jumped he heard the encouragement that made him forget any trace of doubt in his mind. "Go for it Ken!!" Y/n cheered over the crowed. Kyotani yelled fiercely as he hit the ball with every ounce of strength he had. It swooshed over the net, and passed the opposite team member's head, right onto the floor.

The whole gym went quiet, as the ref made the final call...The final whistle was blown...Seijoh, had won!

The gym filled with the cheers from the crowd, Y/n included. She ran to the team who was currently celebrating their victory. She tackled Kyotani in a tight hug, he lifted her up and spun her around. "You all did it! You won!" Y/n kissed his forehead. "Of course we did! We're Seijoh!" Oikawa exclaims happily. "You guys were amazing! Congratulations!" Y/n tells them with a big smile. With a few more celebratory words, the two teams gathered at each side of the court, and thanked each other for the match.

At the end of the day, the whole team decided to go out for a nice dinner to celebrate. And all at the cost of their oh so wonderful captain Oikawa, who was currently regretting that decision. Each person raised their glass to make a toast. "Here's to another victory for Seijoh!" Oikawa starts. "You all worked hard out there today, I say this win was well deserved." The teamed cheered in agreement. "And, I would like to thank Y/n for becoming part of the team." His kind words made her blush. "Don't think I didn't hear you cheering for Mad-Dog out there." He winked. "Speaking of, congrats again on your relationship! Here's to Y/n and Mad-Dog! May they have a wonderful life, and many beautiful children!"

Y/n and Kyotani turned red, silently cursing their captain. "Oi, stop embarrassing them." Iwaizumi elbowed him. Y/n glanced over at Kyotani and smiled softly. As embarrassing as Oikawa's words were, she hoped for the same. That Kyotani and herself would stay together for a very long time, and maybe, even have a kid or two. Not now obviously! But at some point, it would be nice. Kyotani noticed her gaze, and discreetly held her hand under the table, so the others couldn't see. Y/n rubbed her thumb over his hand gently, as a silent, "I love you too."

After a night of age appropriate drinking, eating, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company, it was time each team member made their way home. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani and Y/n were the last to go. "Be safe on your way back." Iwaizumi tells them. "We will. Thanks again you guys. I had a lot of fun tonight." Y/n says appreciatively. "Anytime Y/n. Don't forget to show up for practice tomorrow you two." Oikawa waves as he walked side by side with Iwaizumi. "Goodnight." Y/n waved before turning to Kyotani.

"You ready?" He asked, reaching for her hand. Y/n nods and takes it with her own, they then walked their way back home. "You were awesome out there Ken." Y/n says as she snuggles into his arm. "Was I?" Kyotani's cheeks heat up. "Yeah, you were intense before, but during that game, you were something completely different. You were...you were just so amazing! I can't wait for the next game." Y/n says happily. Kyotani grinned, he really liked that Y/n was warming up to volleyball. Even gaining the same love he had for it since he was a kid.

It just made his love for her grow even more. "Y/n?" Y/n looked up at him with a hum. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on her own. It didn't take her long to relax into the kiss and return it. She sighed breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt Kyotani's arms snake around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. The two pulled apart, needing air, before locking eyes with each other.

All that the two could ponder in this very moment was, 'how did I get so lucky?'. Kyotani reached up and moved a stray lock of hair from her face, then gently strokes her cheek. "I love you so much Y/n." He speaks softly. Y/n smiled and leaned into his touch. "I love you too Ken, so very, very much." The two stayed in each other's embrace for a bit longer before continuing on their way, hand in hand.

It was strange, at first glance, you would wonder why Y/n would want to be with someone like Kyotani. He could come across as just another cruel delinquent, but underneath all that was a misunderstood, kind, and gentle person that Y/n loved with all her heart. She couldn't have asked for anyone better, and it was the same for Kyotani. He never thought anyone could love him for who he was, and yet, here Y/n was. Willing to love him with everything she had. He would make sure to never forget the kindness she had shown him, and the love that she held only for him.

He would make sure to care for her, and love her like it was his final days. He would never let her slip away so easy.

And to think, all this started...with a growl...

The End

Eight years had gone by since that day, and every since then, Y/n and Kyotani had stayed together, their relationship as strong as it was since they first started dating. Their love for volleyball had never went away, as Kyotani was now a V. League Division 2 player. He played on a team called the Sendai Frogs. Y/n, while not a manager anymore, worked her dream job as a (career/occupation). Still she would always go to his games and cheer him on, he started to call her his own personal cheerleader.

Many changes had occurred in their life, they graduated high school, got jobs, their own home, and now, Y/n and Kyotani were expecting a new addition to their little family. It wouldn't be long now before the bundle of joy would arrive, less than a month in fact. It was quite the shock when they both found out that they would be having not one, but two babies. Twins, one girl and one boy.

And of course when Oikawa found out, he was more than excited. Too excited. Like he was the one having the baby. He chipped in and bought all sorts of baby clothes, mountains of diapers, and two very expensive cribs for the babies. Iwaizumi had to take charge and hold onto his idiotic husband's credit card for a while. He was going to cause them to go broke all on baby items! Don't get him wrong, he was more than happy for Y/n and Kyotani, and couldn't wait to meet the babies when they arrived. But seriously, Oikawa was going to cause them to go bankrupted.

Another bittersweet change was that Killer, Kyotani's dog had passed away of old age two years ago. It left Kyotani devastated, he loved Killer, and he was gone. Y/n was just as sad, Killer was like family to them both. It just felt so empty without him around, so Y/n came up with an idea. She knew no dog could ever replace Killer, but she gifted Kyotani with a Shiba puppy on his birthday. When Kyotani started to cry, she figured she had done something wrong. But quite the opposite, Kyotani loved the new puppy. He even named him Killer Jr.

So life was pretty good. Kyotani and Y/n were still happy and in love, expecting twins, and had a loyal companion. What more could they ask for?

Kyotani held Y/n in his arms, gently stroking her pregnant belly, chuckling whenever he would feel his children kick at him. Killer Jr. was laying across her legs, staying alert for anyone who would try and harm his owners. Y/n looked up at her husband, his eyes were closed and a warm smile across his face. Her eyes trailed to the wall in front of them, above their TV was his old jersey from back in high school. Number 16. His number, proudly displayed for all to see.

On the TV stand were pictures of Y/n and Kyotani from over the years. When they graduated, when they both got wasted at that collage party she dragged him to, when they first moved into their shared home. She figured there was room for one more. "Ken?" Y/n says softly, Kyotani hummed. "Can you grab the camera for me?" She asks. Kyotani sits up right. "Why?" He asked as he stood up from the couch. "I want to take a picture of us. You can never have too many happy memories."

Kyotani searched around for a bit before finding the camera. He hurried back over and snuggled up to Y/n again and handing her the camera. She raised it up high and kissed his cheek, Killer Jr. walked over and laid in Kyotani's lap. The camera clicked and flashed, Y/n pulled away and took a look at the picture. "Perfect." She smiled. Kyotani chuckled and pet Killer Jr.'s head. "Wanted to be in it too bud?" Killer Jr. barked and licked his hand.

"You're so photogenic buddy." Y/n giggled. "He should be a dog model-oh!" Y/n put her hand on her stomach. "That was uh...a big kick." Kyotani puts his hand on hers. "You ok?" He asked. "Yes, it was just-Ah! Ooookay...um...Ken? I think our babies want to be free." Kyotani's eyes widened. "N-now...?" Kyotani mutters. "Yep." Y/n nods. "Now!?" Kyotani exclaims. "Yes now Ken!" Y/n flinches at another harsh kick. Kyotani jumped up and quickly grabbed his keys.

He ran back over and helped Y/n up and got her out the door and into the car and rush to the hospital.

It was hectic at first, but after hours of labor the twins had finally made their way into the world. Y/n held her two babies close to her chest, even drenched in sweat and exhausted Kyotani still found her beautiful. His knees nearly gave in at the sight of her and his two children. He kneeled down next to the bed. "They're so...small." It was all he could say. Y/n smiled and kissed her babies' heads. "Yeah..."

The door to the room opened wide, no other than Oikawa himself strode in. "I came as soon as I heard!" Iwaizumi followed in after. "This is a hospital, tone it down!" He hissed. "Ohhh, let me see." Oikawa walked over to the other side of the bed. He teared up at the sight of them. "What are their names?" He asked. Y/n looked down at the girl. "This one is Yui." She looked down at the boy. "And this one is Ryu."

(Sorry if they're bad, I'm not creative when it comes to names.)

"They're so precious." Oikawa whines. Iwaizumi walks over with a smile. "Congrats you too. They're beautiful." Y/n and Kyotani thanks them before turning their attention back to their kids.

"Yui and Ryu...Welcome to the world."

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