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the-travelling-witch · 26 days

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: the human custom of sharing clothes had been an unfamiliar one for jade, but he has always been a quick study

pairing: jade leech x gn! reader (both have graduated nrc, but a lot of this is reliving school memories)

warnings: fluff, implied smaller reader; i think it made more sense in my head but have it anyway bc i never wanna shut up about him, please applaud my restraint to not name this ‘boyfriend material’

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It was true that wearing clothes was a foreign feeling when Jade first came to the shore all those years ago. But he had come to like the human custom, no matter how tedious it might seem at times. Not only did he realise the way one dressed held a lot of power in the way one was perceived by others, it had also served him in making some fond memories.

The ones he remembered most vividly, however, were those which featured you at the centre of them. Through various means, like the course they had attended or familiarising himself with different types of media above sea level, Jade had learnt that sharing clothes was a thing done between close friends or romantic partners, often being hailed as a sweet gesture and being positively received by characters and audiences alike. So when you had caught the eel’s interest, he had decided to see what the fuss was all about.

Despite his tendency to curate situations which would bring about whatever outcome he desired, the first time the opportunity arose had been a happy coincidence. That day, it had started raining cats and dogs right as the bell signalling lunch break rang. Luckily, Jade’s last class of the morning had been in the building the cafeteria was in, so he could watch in amusement as students swarmed towards the building with various forms of rain repellent keeping them dry- or not.

You had been one of the poor, unfortunate souls who had left their umbrella at the dorm that day, a point made abundantly clear by the way you had sprinted with your PE uniform jacket held over your head in a feeble attempt of shielding yourself. By the time you had made it into the dry hallway, your jacket had been absolutely drenched, the rest of your clothes not faring much better. Witnessing your predicament and seeing a chance to put his theory to the test, Jade had slinked over to your side.

“Oya, if I had known you were this fond of water, I would have invited you to the Coral Sea before,” the eel had said, startling you with his sudden appearance. Your reaction had only served for the polite smile on his lips to grow a tad bit wider. “Yet, here I was under the impression humans don’t like getting their clothes wet. Perhaps I have been wrong?”

“You know well enough this wasn’t intentional, so drop the oblivious act, Jade,” you had sighed, rustling through your backpack for something and subsequently taking your eyes off him. “So what do you want? If you’re trying to rope me into a deal over a little bit of rain, I’ll have to disappoint–”

Something warm and dry had landed on your shoulders then, your gaze landing on the black fabric draped over your form first and wandering back to the tall student afterwards. With your mouth parted, opening and closing in the search of something to say, you had borne a strong resemblance to a fish out of water.

“I heard humans get sick easily after walking in the rain,” Jade had mused, tugging at his vest and shirt to make sure they sat correctly without his blazer, “and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“What are you–” You had shaken your head, overcoming your initial confusion as you began shrugging the jacket back off your shoulders. At that point you had been sure he had some ulterior motive and you hadn’t felt like picking up any shifts at Mostro Lounge that week. “I can’t take this from you.”

“Oh, but you can,” he had insisted with a smile, a gloved hand landing on your shoulder to keep the clothing in place. “If you are worried about my health, I am most touched. However, us mers are used to the cold and therefore aren’t as prone to catching one.”

“That wasn’t really what I was concerned about,” you had mumbled, crossing your arms. “I’m more worried about whatever strings come attached with this thing.”

“You wound me. Do you really think I would abuse my fellow student’s misery for personal gain?” Despite his words, he had chuckled at your resolute ‘yes, you would’. The hand on your shoulder had pressed into your upper back then to bring you in closer in order to throw you off with the newfound proximity, disguised as shielding you from the throng of people heading to lunch. “If this is what stands in between you and caring for your health, how about this: In return for accepting my blazer, you accompany me to lunch? I’ll consider us even then, I promise.”

You had studied the vice housewarden more closely, yet, as usual, his expression did not give anything away. Just then a chilly breeze had blown through the corridor, making you tremble as you instinctively pulled the blazer tighter around your body.

“Fine, I’ll accept,” you had relented through chattering teeth.

“Wonderful,” the eel had beamed down at you before guiding you forward, still with his fingers splayed over your upper spine. Students had parted like the sea when they had seen the second year approaching and it was a welcome change of pace from having to fight your way into a spot in the queue.

By the time you had found a table, you had slipped your arms through the sleeves of Jade’s jacket to better hold your tray. And when you rolled up the excess fabric to properly use your cutlery, Jade finally realised why lending someone your clothes was a popular trope in various media.

To say the piece was ill-fitting was an obvious remark, with Jade easily being one of the tallest students around, you were practically drowning in his jacket. It had been eye-openingly endearing for him to say the least. And that was even without factoring in the expression on people’s faces when they realised whose clothes you had been wearing, the Octavinelle band around your left arm added to the context of the scene being a dead giveaway. Yes, as a born predator of the sea, a possessive side of him had revelled in the feeling of staking his claim over you in this way.

But he had shoved the notion down as you had asked him if he liked the food that day and how his morning had been. While he had been able to tell you were still a little wary, cautiously phrasing your responses at first, falling into a casual conversation with you was easy enough. When the anecdote of his brother doing something reckless again made you snort before laughing, he had filed it away as something he wanted to see and hear more of, especially when he was the cause for it.

Lunch had passed a little too fast for the moray’s liking but with one glance at his watch and then one at the still pouring rain, he had quickly devised a plan to monopolise your time to the fullest before returning to your classes.

“Allow me to walk you back to your dorm, so you can change before your next lesson,” Jade had smiled as he pulled out his umbrella, his arm hovering around your back as you had exited the cafeteria. “I assure you, this favour comes with no strings attached.”

Looking back at it years later, perhaps that last part had been a lie, though he was sure neither of you minded. Because after that rainy day, you had interacted more frequently with pleasantly changed feelings.

On Jade’s side of things, he had been more fascinated with you and your reactions than ever and the image of you swaddled in his clothes had managed to stir these newfound emotions in him. You, on the other side, had started considering him as more than a devious loan eel and allowed the normally tightly locked thoughts and feelings for him to come out of their confinement little by little.

After playing cat and mouse for a while, you had taken all your courage, grabbed Jade by the collar and confessed, not able to withstand the tension and anticipation any longer. Of course, he had reciprocated your feelings in teasing delight, which, as your relationship had become public, had easily catapulted you up the list of the school’s lunatics in the eyes of many. But you couldn’t have been happier and, the initial complexities of navigating a new relationship aside, Jade was a dream of a boyfriend if he wasn’t hellbent on prodding and poking you for his own amusement.

So it came as no surprise that, during your school years, you had spent a lot of time at each other’s dorms when Jade wasn’t dragging you up some mountain with him. At that point, you’d felt as comfortable in his room as in yours, even if half of it was shared with the sentient tornado that was Floyd, leaving one half to be pristine and the other opposingly messy.

Jade fondly remembered the day you had come over to study for your upcoming potionology exam, your own dorm room too loud to concentrate and hoping to rope the merman into helping you with your prep questions, especially as his brother had been absent from their room that evening. While many regarded him as the sly and conniving one in the relationship, Jade had to admit you were very good at playing your cards right to where he found it increasingly hard to deny you. Perhaps this cheekiness was one of the things that drew him to you.

Considering you had given up on studying in your room pretty much immediately and had only grabbed your books before marching over to Octavinelle, you had still been in uniform when you joined him at his desk. Ever observant, Jade had quickly noticed the way you subconsciously pulled at the clothes or squirmed in your seat trying to get comfortable.

So being the amazing and reliable boyfriend that he was, he had fished some comfortable loungewear out of his closet; he had initially bought it to round out his collection of essential clothing items, though frankly, he didn’t wear it much himself. With no plans to work at the Lounge that night, he had thought that it might be a good chance to give the comfy clothes another shot.

In retrospect, maybe he should thank your uncomfortable uniform.

When you had both changed into the loungewear, he had not only been amused by the way the shirt, which was a regular fit for him, engulfed your upper body or how you had rolled up the ends of his sweatpants. With some playful huffs at his teasing, you had gone back to work until you had finished writing your study notes, at which point you had relocated to his bed, Jade joining you soon after.

Sitting side by side, your boyfriend had taken to quizzing you to see how much you had retained until he had felt your head drop against his shoulder, which was the first time he had taken note of how late it had gotten. For a few moments he had done nothing but study the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, your slightly parted lips inviting him to trace his thumb over the curve of them in featherlight reverence. To think that he of all morays would ever be treated to such a peaceful fragment of mundanity, it had made a warmth tug at his heart the same way the waves rolled over the shore in a calming rhythm, which persisted to this day.

It had pained him to wake you again, so could get ready for bed, persuading you sweetly into staying the night. Though he regretted neither getting to see your half asleep face while you had brushed your teeth, nor how he had been able to pull you close to him under the covers, curling his arms around you as his fingers had wandered over the warmth of your skin under his clothes.

In the comfortable darkness of his room, you had exchanged hushed whispers and murmured confessions as you had settled in his embrace, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart and the lips that had spelled promises of safety and adoration against your skin. And for Jade, tugged deep into the crevice of his heart, there had formed the image of a future where this domesticity was normality.

Years later, after graduation, Jade could proudly claim that this fantasy now lived at the forefront of his heart, that he could fall asleep and wake up to your body next to his, cradled by the allure of forever. After all, for no one but those closest to him would he be up with the rising sun to prepare breakfast, humming under his breath as he relived those memories. Though he considered all his efforts paid off when he heard you shuffle into the kitchen before two arms wrapped around his middle and your head leaned against his spine.

“Good morning to you too, pearl,” Jade chuckled as finished plating the eggs on two plates, then knowingly slid a fresh cup of coffee within your reach. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, until someone decided to just leave me all by my lonesome,” you grumbled, detaching yourself from him so you could lean against the counter and take a sip of coffee, prepared perfectly to your liking. “I like seeing my beautiful husband’s face first thing in the morning but alas…”

As you stepped into his field of vision, Jade noticed you had chosen not to wear a piece of clothing of yours, but had instead plucked his black dress shirt from the chair he had draped it over the day prior. His dress shirt and nothing else. While it was long enough on you to hide what was for his eyes only, it still showed off the beautiful curve of your legs, ending tantalisingly around your thighs. The few buttons you had closed still displayed the sharp contrast between your collarbones and the softness of the skin peeking through below. It would be all too easy to slip the garment from your shoulder…

“That does seem rather unfair,” Jade agreed as he stepped in front of you, hands ghosting along the expanse of your thighs to rest at your waist, the look in his eyes reminding you of his origins and sending shivers of excitement down your spine. “If you allow me, I have a few ideas in mind on how to make it up to you.”

Within the blink of an eye, his hands had steeled their grip around your waist and lifted you to sit on the counter as he took the opportunity to stand between your legs. Then, with a gentleness which did not match the show of strength, he carefully cupped the back of your head in his palm and connected your lips in a kiss as light and soft as the golden rays bathing your kitchen in light. Your own hands busied themselves with tousling his bed head once again, slowly sliding his black lock behind his left ear as you parted from one another, like a painter putting the finishing strokes on their magnum opus.

“Hm, I might be able to be convinced about forgiving you,” you teased, the lovestruck look in your eyes mirroring his as you slung your arms over his shoulders and crossed them behind his neck in an effort to be even closer to him.

“I must be the luckiest man alive,” he mused, meaning every word of his playful response.

Yes, after living on land for so long, Jade had truly taken a liking to the human custom of wearing clothes and all the different possibilities it held. Then again, the fondness those memories held probably had nothing to do with the clothes at all.

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usetheeauthor · 1 year

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Video Games (MDNI +18)

🎶I heard that you like the bad girls, honey? Is that true?🎶

Sub!Boyfriend!Arisu Ryohei x Dom!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend games all day instead of paying attention to you. You know exactly how to get him out of his own world.

A/N: Wrote another sub!Arisu fic because I’m horny and I want to slut this man out. He’s so underrated in the fandom and I don’t get why. Do you see that innocent face? This man is begging to be folding like a pretzel.

Word Count: 994 words

Warnings: smut, handjob, biting, hair pulling, choking, kissing/french kissing, saliva as lube, spit kink, cum eating, dacryphilia, daddy kink

You knew the disadvantages of having a gamer boyfriend but you figured that Arisu was more than worth it. Now you’re not so sure anymore.

Just how is it possible that this man could stay in front of a screen for hours on end, mindlessly shooting enemies? Not once has he looked up at you to make sure that you’re still there. You just might very well leave.

Except you were incredibly horny.

There was something about your boyfriend that just made you so insatiable. You’ve never had a sexual appetite this intense before but whenever you’re in his presence all you want to do is tie him to your bed and use him until you’re both spent.

Sometimes, you wondered if your boyfriend felt this way, too. You get that he enjoys sex but it’s almost as if he’d rather game than make love to you.

You huff out loud. He glances at you for a moment, unaware of your lust-filled thoughts. You guess you should test your theory.

Standing up from your seat on the couch, you alert him enough for him to do a double take. Nonetheless, he returns his attention back to the game, headphones over his ears as he shouts commands at his team.

You approach him from behind the couch, removing the headset and throwing them off to the side.

“Hanii, I’m a little busy, here.” Arisu groans, frustration pickled in his tone.

“I know,” You whisper seductively in his ear. “But I want you.”

A shiver goes down his spine. “I can’t leave the guys. We’re right in the middle of a serious game.”

“I just wanna play with you for a bit. Why should you get to have all the fun?” You pout, leaning over the couch a little to rub his clothed erection. He’s already starting to grow in your hands.

“Please…” Arisu rasps.

You kiss and suck his neck, now exposed from lowering his hoodie. Continuing to palm his thick length, you could feel the faint motion of his hips rolling up in a circle.

“Should I stop?” You ask, teasingly.

“Uh-uh.” He protests, eyes closed.

“That’s what I thought.” You say, pulling down his shorts and underwear with his assistance and free him of his restraints. Your mouth waters at the sight of his dick. It was just so pleasingly beautiful. Thick and decent in length, he knew exactly how to use it to hit the deepest parts of you.

You hold your palm out in front of him, signaling him to spit. Arisu obeys, whimpering once you began coating his cock with his saliva and slowly stroking him. His ragged breaths fill the air and it takes everything in you not to ravish him. Your free hand grabs a fistful of his hair, turning his head to the side for a kiss. Upping the theatrics of the kiss, you massage your tongue over his while moaning. It was absolutely pornographic.

Sucking on his bottom lip, you drag it along with you before letting it go with faint pop. Your grip tightens around him, focusing your clenched fist around the sensitive tip of his cock.

His mouth parts, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. He looks so amazing. How was it possible that you were his first girlfriend with beauty like that? You clasp a hand around his neck, applying enough pressure to choke out a sob.

“Y/n…”

You bite down on his earlobe, stroking him quicker. “Ryohei, don’t hold back. Make some noise for me.”

Arisu does as you say. No longer afraid to be vulnerable with being subservient to you. With every tug, he makes a soft ‘uh, uh, uh’ sound. He could feel his balls drawing up, the tension in the pit of his stomach building up.

“I’m gonna cum.” He whines.

“I wanna see your eyes when you cum. Please, daddy.” You were surprised yourself that you let that slip out. You’ve never called a guy that before especially not when you’re the dominant one in bed. But you were just so desperate to please him that he’d earned the title in that moment.

You could tell that it was just what he needed to let go, eyes open as you stare back at him intensely. He lets out a guttural moan, back arching as he spills over himself. His warm cum spurts out and runs down your fist and his tummy. You continue to jerk him, wanting to extend his pleasure for as long as he could take it.

“That’s it, daddy. Let go. Make a mess for me.” You kiss up his neck some more, it slightly sweaty from the exertion.

He begins to shudder and sob at the overstimulation. His nails sink into the couch cushion under him, searching for something to ground him. You have mercy on him, removing your hand and he can breathe again.

You make a show of licking his essence off your palm and fingers before crawling up the overhead of the couch, rolling onto the seat beside him. You plop your head in his lap, his dick still out but long gone soft. He hasn’t moved since his orgasm.

You stare up at him concern. “My love?”

He looks down at you in his lap with a blissed out smile and his hair was messy. “I’m back.”

“Good to know. I was worried I lost you there.” You giggle, soothing his hair.

He snaps out of his daze when he hears the notification sound from the TV. He quickly takes the controller to open the message.

“Dude, if you were going to abandon the game to get laid, at least give us a heads up. Also, your mic’s on.”

Arisu blushes profusely, taking a throw pillow to shove in his face. He muffles, “We forgot to turn off the mic! They’ll never let me live it down.”

“I’m sure they enjoyed the show.” You wink, rubbing his back.

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quesidillaislandtakes · 4 months

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So I wanna talk about the different groups and what I think they mean, because I have different opinions on it compared to others and I think as many opinions on this will put us on the right track.

First, the Department of Convivial Condition Observation. Basically, all of our original eggs (including our deceased ones.) ‘Convivial’ is another word for ‘Friendly’ or ‘Happy.’ Basically their purpose was “Can we keep these eggs in the hands of others and have them be happy and well?” Since half of them died, we got mixed results. So they went onto case two.

Second, the Department of Subsistence monitoring. A lot of people pointed out that all of the eggs were found in hidden locations. Basically ‘how long would they survive without human contact?’ Talulah survived 25 days, Pomme survived 56 days, and ‘Hope’ (The unknown egg) was declared dead after 161 days. (Whether they are actually dead or the federation just thinks they are dead is unknown.)

Third, the Department of Permanence Surveillance. In this group was Pepito, Sunny, and Empanada. It's true they were all found on Egg Island, but I don’t think that's what connects them to ‘Permanence Surveillance.’ I believe the connection is their parents. They were all given to parents who had previously lost an egg. Empanada was given to Jaiden, who lost Bobby. Sunny was given to Charlie, who lost Juanaflippa. And Pepito was given to ElMariana (Juannaflippa,) Roier (Bobby,) and Quackity (Tilin.) They were testing to see if the eggs were the problem or the parents were the problem. They were watching them (Surveillance) and seeing if they died or not (Permanence.)

And finally, the Department of System Analysis. This one stumps me a bit, but I have a couple of theories. Either he (as well as another egg) is used to fight against problems as the system, or they are the problems and the system is the federation. The second one seems more likely. Richas was always seen as ‘The problem child,’ whether it's his chaotic nature or because he lost a leg, in the eyes of the system, he is the one causing the most problems for them. So they are using him as a chaotic factor, Using him to prepare for anything and everything. That's why him and the other egg is glitched in the system, they are trying to analyse and prepare for anything they might do or be or have.

And those are my theories, hope you enjoy ❤️

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lovings4turn · 9 months

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☆ strange twist of fate . . . (o.p)

— a simple video shoot for mclaren leads to a lot of previously unexplored feelings about your teammate (2.3k)

+ fully inspired by mclaren’s summer games video, it is my fav thing ever at the moment. nothing stirs up some tension like a game of twister, right?

+ contains very subtle suggestive references. like. one or two sexual jokes. likely not very accurate oscar but, oh well. banner and divider from cafekitsune

the blinking red light of the camera in front of you indicates you’ve started rolling, and second nature (also known as years of media training) causes you to perk up a little as oscar begins to speak. even from his mannerisms, you can tell that he’s gotten far more confident being in front of the camera with you, the two of you building up a comfortable dynamic that you could stick to pretty well.

“alright.” oscar claps his hands together, shifting his weight back onto his right foot. the movement positions him just a little closer to you, his arm brushing against yours briefly. the hairs on your arms stand up in its wake, and oscar runs through the introduction of the video the media team has asked him to deliver.

“so, we’ve got some garden games,” he explains, voice dripping with faux enthusiasm as he turns to you with a coy smile.

the look generates a similar grin from you, something that usually happens when you’re in close proximity to oscar. not wanting to overthink it, you chalk it down to simple nerves. after all, you’ve only been teammates with oscar for six months. despite growing closer to him, it’s no surprise that your body continues to opt for bashful smiles over formulating a proper response.

surely everyone forgets how to speak to their coworker sometimes?

seemingly unaware of your internal monologue, oscar proceeds with his own conversation to the camera, eyes scanning the room and surveying the three games that have been set up for the two of you to play.

“we’ve got twister,” he notes, his accent thick as it wraps around the letters of the word. you ignore the way your brain plays the sound over again, an echo only you can hear. “and some limbo later, then jenga to finish it all off.”

if you weren’t too busy staring at the large, inflatable limbo bar in the corner, you would notice oscar’s eyebrows briefly jump at the sight of the twister mat. the dial sitting next to it on the floor reminds him of just what the game entails, and he swallows thickly.

deciding you should probably make an effort to speak at some point, you fake frustration and cross your arms over your chest.

“i’m pretty sure oscar’s beaten me in every other video we’ve done this year,” you begin, but you’re cut off.

“no, you won the uh- the lie detector thingy,” oscar points out.

it’s true. though you had somehow managed to get through the lie detector challenge receiving only one shock, oscar had absolutely crushed you at the ‘yes/no’ challenge, and managed to beat you in ‘hide and seek’ by somehow procuring the most effective hiding spot in the entire paddock. you don’t even want to remember just how badly you had done answering questions from the british driving theory test.

keeping up the act, you roll your eyes and dismiss him with a wave of your arm. “okay, like, 7-1 then.”

at the sound of oscar’s high pitched chuckle, your face immediately cracks into a grin. it’s as though oscar’s laugh is programmed to make you smile no matter the circumstances, carrying some secret code that rearranges the chemicals in your brain — totally platonically, of course. you tell yourself that he’s just one of those people with infectious laughs, destined to make others join in their delight.

“brilliant!” the director objects, a grin plastered onto her face as the camera cuts, signalling the end of filming for this segment. “that was perfect guys, thanks. if you wanna get ready for the first game for us.”

taking a deep breath, you nod and stride over to your first activity: twister.

similar to the motions you see oscar go through before every race, you make a show of stretching out your arms and neck with exaggerated groans, even shaking out your legs and performing a few deep lunges for good measure.

“just warming myself up,” you joke. “good thing i’m pretty flexible.”

“yeah? i’ll put that to the test, then,” oscar quips, clearly not realising that what he said could be taken in an entirely different way, a way that certainly doesn’t come to your mind the moment the words leave his mouth.

distracting yourself from his accidental innuendo, you move to one corner of the mat and watch oscar spin the dial for you, the pointer whirring around before landing on left hand red. you crouch down immediately and plant your hand onto one of the red dots, tilting your head to look up at oscar. it seems he was already looking, though, a small smile across his face as he rests his hands on his hips.

“your turn, oscar. you’re starting from the other side though,” you laugh, pointing over to the opposite side of the mat to you. “get over there.”

with a mock salute, oscar strides over to the opposing side of the twister mat, eyes locked onto you as he waits for you to spin the dial and administer his fate.

the game progresses as well as you could have imagined, the constant laughter between you two causing your bodies to shake and thus making holding yourself up a lot harder than it should have been. due to the increasingly awkward positions you find yourselves in, a mclaren team member has to step in at one point to spin the dial for you both since you’ve been rendered useless.

at one point, oscar groans softly at his latest instruction which leaves his body uncomfortably contorted. lip between his teeth, he stretches over to place his hand onto the green spot just across from you, granting you with the - undeniably enjoyable - sight of oscar’s toned arm inches away from your face. your eyes trace over the veins that protrude from his arms, splintering like lightning underneath his lightly tanned skin, practically begging your gaze to follow their path.

having your insanely attractive coworker almost hovering over you as he pants and curses was definitely doing nothing to help you keep your focus on the content you were filming, and you prayed to any and every higher being that no one would be able to notice just how flustered you were becoming. you could see the twitter threads and youtube compilations now – y/n y/l/n being flustered for two minutes straight, y/n swooning over oscar, and whatever else the eagle eyed fans could create.

whoever at mclaren had suggested the two of you play twister was going to fucking pay.

you’re thankful when oscar speaks, dragging you away from whatever train of thought you had found yourself following.

“ah, what a stitch up that is!” oscar complains, letting out a few short breaths as he attempts to shuffle his body into a position that is easier to maintain.

in return, you scoff, craning your neck to look at him with indignation.

“are you joking? i’m practically doing the fucking splits, oscar!” you object, nodding down towards your legs which are, to your credit - spread across the length of the twister mat in a way that isn’t entirely pleasant.

“guess the flexibility isn’t working out for you then?” oscar quips dryly. over the past few months you’d become accustomed to his more sarcastic, low-key humour, so it’s no surprise when a short laugh escapes your lips despite your current predicament.

a few more rounds pass without a hitch, but you should have known that fate would not be on your side for too long

“left foot yellow,” someone calls, and oscar looks down towards the mat you’re both occupying.

realisation dawns on you both at exactly the same time: the only free yellow spot lands directly between your legs.

“we can’t be on the- on the same sticker, can we?” oscar asks, voice fragmented through his breathy laughter as he tries to manoeuvre his body into a more comfortable position.

despite the way your heart pounds, you’re laughing too, shaking your head in what could be a gesture of amusement or admonishment depending on who you asked. though you should feel a little bad, you can’t help but laugh at the sight of oscar searching for every possible movement he can make, short groans and puffs of breath escaping his lips at the exertion. in an effort to prevent your mind from wandering further at the sound, you focus instead on the budding ache growing in your arms thanks to minutes of holding your body up in an unnatural position.

it’s no use, though. there’s only one spot he can logically move to.

“oscar, you are not putting your leg there,” you protest, looking up at him with your brows furrowed. your voice becomes almost pleading despite the mirth in your tone. “oscar. oscar, call it quits.”

a flash of contemplation dances behind his eyes as he weighs up just how determined he is to win a trivial game of twister. at his hesitation, your palms grow clammy at the thought of oscar being even closer to you than he is now, and you’re scared that you’ll start to slip off of the mat if your mind doesn’t stop.

“does it have to be that one?” he asks, looking to the team behind the camera for confirmation.

amused, they simply nod, stifling their laughs with tight lipped grins. oscar takes another moment to figure out his next move before he lets out a groan, collapsing onto the twister mat with a breathy laugh. “there, i’m done. we’re done.”

victorious, you relieve your limbs of the strain they are currently feeling and flop down onto the mat yourself, raising your arms up in celebration as you grin widely at the camera.

“that’s one for me!” you shout, looking down to oscar so you can rub your victory in his face.

still on his back, you notice his eyes have fluttered shut and his chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath, cheeks flushed from the exertion. if the garish colours of the twister mat were not directly beneath him, you could almost allow yourself to imagine another, less innocent activity was the explanation for his fatigue.

taking a few moments to catch your breath, the two of you sit on the mat in a comfortable silence before oscar forces himself up, offering you a hand and helping you to your feet carefully.

the universe must have taken pity on you, as the rest of the video thankfully progresses with little problem at all. limbo is no contact at all, and being shorter than oscar gives you even more of an advantage, to his chagrin. your downfall is suggesting that your final round - jenga - be ‘winner takes all’.

lesson learned: never underestimate oscar piastri’s jenga skills.

overall, the shoot itself lasts maybe half an hour before you’re quickly dismissed by the camera crew, free to do whatever you please for the next few hours before more media duties call your name. it makes sense for you both to walk back through the paddock together, so that’s exactly what you do.

a comfortable silence blankets you both for a minute or so, before oscar speaks.

“so,” he starts. though there’s an easy smile on his face, you can’t help but note a subtle hint of nerves in his voice. it’s a realisation that scares you a little.

oscar had never really been nervous to speak to you. a little awkward, when you first met, sure, but his tone had never been laced with anxiety.

you’ve made him uncomfortable, you worry. he noticed how you were looking at him during the video, noticed you were staring. fuck, fuck, fuck. you’ve ruined it.

“so,” you return, resisting the urge to wring your hands together like a chastised school pupil. “that was uh, an interesting idea, from mclaren. making us play twister.”

oscar nods and wets his lips. he seems to be weighing up his response carefully, and you brace yourself for whatever accusations he’s about to throw your way.

“yeah,” he agrees. “fun, though. think i definitely would have won, if you didn’t make me call it quits,” he teases, knocking his shoulder against yours. the unexpected movement causes you to stumble, and you laugh indignantly before shoving him back.

“what was i supposed to do?” you counter. your fingertips begin to tingle, heart beating a little faster as his words involuntarily bring to mind the memory of his body so close to your own.

a cheeky grin rises to oscar’s lips, and though he shrugs, his next words are anything but casual.

“i don’t think you would have minded having me in between your legs.”

shock renders your mind blank as you scramble to come up with some sort of response. how are you even supposed to respond to that? deny it? make a joke out of it? brush over it and roll your eyes at him? nothing seems to be an appropriate response.

it seems oscar is enjoying your dumbfounded state, and if you weren’t floundering so much you would kill him for how much he was enjoying your misfortune.

“what do you mean?”

stupid.

like the little shit he is, oscar only shrugs again.

“just an observation,” he hums, coming to a stop outside of his driver’s room. though you think running away from the conversation seems a little juvenile, your hand hovers over the doorknob of your own room.

before he slips through the door frame, he speaks once more, crooked grin forming the words that would send you reeling for the rest of the day.

“i wouldn’t have minded it, either.”

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moraxsthrone · 9 months

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⌈ WIN-WIN ⌋

⌈ pairing ⌋ kaeya alberich x f!reader

⌈ wc ⌋ 1.1k

⌈ warnings/notes ⌋ nsfw. MDNI. alcohol consumption. bet sex...for science. this was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being over 1k words 😩.

you’ve been drinking with kaeya and a few other friends at angel’s share one night. you’ve all had a few and it’s getting pretty late, but the lively conversation you’ve been having with kaeya is starting to get even more interesting. your other friends have already tapped out for the night, leaving just the two of you to continue your light-hearted debate.

what had started as a harmless, serious discussion about the female orgasm’s potential role in evolution had quickly gotten personal.

“...that’s not necessarily true, kaeya," you interject. "some women simply can’t cum from penetration alone.”

“you think so?”

“oh, i know so. for example, no guy has ever made me cum from penetration alone.” before you can stop yourself, the words are already on the table. maybe it's time to cut yourself off...

“oh? how unfortunate.” his frown is genuine. “perhaps they were all shitty lovers.”

“all of them?...”

he shrugs, barely concealing his intrigue.

a bemused chuckle leaves your lips. “that’s certainly one theory, but until my theory is disproved, i’ll maintain that it’s simply not possible for all women...myself included.”

“care to put our respective theories to the test and see which of us emerges victorious?”

“but how? who would…oh. oh. you mean…”

the corner of kaeya’s lips curve upward into a wicked grin and you almost spit your drink out. you’ve had a crush on kaeya since the first time you laid eyes on him, but you laugh, waving his audacious dare off as mere banter because he must be joking.

only, you realize he’s not kidding when he raises an eyebrow at you with an unwavering gaze.

“wait. are you trying to bed me, kaeya?” not that you're about to turn him down.

turning his palms up, he shrugs with a smirk before meeting your eyes again. “just wanna prove to you that you’re wrong.” he leans in, making all your body heat rise to your face as he speaks so quietly that only you can hear him. “how about this? if i can make you cum with my dick alone, you’ll buy my drinks next time. if not, all your drinks are on me.”

you give it careful consideration, hoping that your tipsy state is enough to trick him into thinking the flustered heat on your face is from the alcohol and not at all from his brazen forthrightness. you maintain eye contact with him as you take the last swig from your glass and set it down on the table before standing up.

“you’re on, mr. alberich.”

“your place or mine?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

“mine.”

the cavalry captain smiles, leaning back in his chair, his cock stirring at the sight of your thighs rubbing together as you walk to the bar to square up your bill. feeling his impending erection, he figures now is a good time to do the same before his arousal becomes impossible to conceal. after laying his mora on the bar, kaeya walks with you to the door. he pushes the door open in front of you, the cool early spring air kissing your cheeks, making you wonder if his lips will feel the same.

…

kaeya behaves like a perfect gentleman as he walks you home. once you both cross the threshold of your door, however, things begin to quickly change.

the knight barely closes the door behind himself when he moves in close and cups your jaw. “may i kiss you?” he whispers, his voice almost as sweet as the dandelion wine on his breath.

“please~” you sigh.

your lips meld together, tongues seeking each other out as kaeya backs you up against the nearest wall. his lips trail down the graceful column of your neck, relishing the aftertaste of your sweat from angel’s share. you grip his dark blue hair as you roll your head back, aware of his thumbs digging into the flesh around your hip bones.

you somehow manage to direct him towards your bedroom while making out, leaving a messy trail of discarded clothes along the way.

one thing leads to another and next thing you know, you find yourself on your back with your legs in the air. in the dim light of your bedroom, while kaeya strokes himself before pressing his blunt tip to your needy opening, you notice that his full erection is long and a bit thicker than average with an upward curve - perfect for g-spot fucking. your long-time crush lifts your ass off the bed, an ankle in each hand as his naked thighs soon begin to slap against your soft, moist skin.

now your wet pussy is slurping noisily on his shaft as the bulging ridge of his cockhead rubs vigorously against your sweet spot. kaeya’s heels are digging into his cute butt cheeks with every thrust of his narrow hips, conflicted because he wants to throw his head back in ecstasy but also watch every inch of your face and body as he fucks your orgasm out of you, hands-free.

the firm head of his dick beats against your g-spot, making you feel so full, every nerve ending in your cunt standing at his attention. one of his hands moves to push your thigh further back as he plants the other one against the mattress to anchor and give himself leverage to fuck your g-spot at a new angle. your eyes roll back in your head. you dig your nails into kaeya's hard thighs as they ride against yours, trying and failing to stop his name from spilling from your lips as he fucks you towards the edge of oblivion. the ridge of his thick cockhead is dragging perfectly over all the right spots inside you. you’re keening, back arching, legs shaking. your body would be twisting except kaeya’s warm hands are pulling on your hips, keeping you right where he wants you. his dark-skinned balls are tightening too; he’s starting to think he might actually lose your bet when you sharply gasp his name.

“k-kaeya?” the tightening of your walls accompanies the spilling of his name from your lips. “you- oh fuck - you’re gonna make me cum! kaeya!”

“that’s it, let go…cum for me, y/n~” he breathes, his syllables broken somewhat by the power of his own thrusts.

and just like that, without touching your clit, kaeya alberich tears down your walls and makes you come apart all around him. it's unlike any orgasm you’ve ever had before…deeper and more intense than any other - including the ones you’ve given yourself.

you're still riding out your high when the cavalry captain lets your feet fall so he can anchor himself to the bed with his arms on either side of you, caging you in as he dips his head to kiss a path from your lips to your collarbone. your gasps of his name only fuel the fire that rages wildly in his loins, finally snapping the tightly-wound coil deep inside his full balls.

“hnn- fuck, y/n,” he sighs loudly. “gonna cum…ohfuckgonnacumsofuckinghard…” wet slapping noises fill the room as your quivering cunt drives him over the edge… “~ahhhh fuck yes~”

he quickly pulls out, cum already shooting from his slit to paint your twitching pussy and lower belly white with his thick seed. he thrusts his narrow hips a couple more times in time with the spurts of his hot cum throbbing from his deep purple cockhead.

he lets out a breathy chuckle as his hooded, pussy-drunk eye lays into yours.

“looks like you’re buying next time.”

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much love and many kithkith to 18+ rebloggers, commenters, likers, and followers !!

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menheraboypussy · 23 days

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I know posts have been made about the "poor reading comprehension" mentalty already but fuck it I wanna say shit.

People say "poor reading comprehension" as a catch all to mean others are misinterpreting the post. True, but there are many cases where you could have explained better.

Actually let me give a story In the Art of War, there is an allegory about giving commands. So in the story, Sun Tzu was invited to visit an emperor, Ho Lu. Ho Lu said they read Sun Tzu's theory of war and wanted to test them. So he brought 180 of his concubines (HOES), with Sun Tzu dividing them into two groups. Then Sun Tzu gave the concubines general commands to the women such as "face left" as a military drill; The hoes only laughed. He then said "If commands are not clear, the general is to blame". He then gave those commands again but again they laughed. He then says "If the commands are not clear, the general is to blame. However, if the commands of the general are clear and soldiers do no obey, they are to blame" and then orders the two concubines at the front of the groups to have their heads chopped off. After that, sun tzu gave commands and they followed it to the letter, with no laughing.

So you see sometimes you are a warlord making a poast and the commenters are the concubines. When the hoes laugh (misinterpret your post), you might not have been clear. Explain yourself further or provide more context. However if they continue to laugh after that, have their heads chopped off (tell them to fuck off).

Other times you are the concubine commenting on a warlords poast. If you laugh, they may have to explain themselves. If you keep laughing beyond that, your head will have to be chopped off.

So saying this site has poor reading comprehension is a weak excuse sometimes!!!!!!! Sometimes you do have to explain yourself if you can!!!!!

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mysadblacksoul · 2 months

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Hi, so Next Semester, ey?

God this song hits so close to my heart. Not just as a uni student, but also as a young adult who is trying to navigate her life in any logical way So thank you for that guys Then the theories (because why the hell would they make a MV without lore, am I right folks?) MV!

Overall red tones: drumsticks, logo, stage as well as the Blurryface paint brings us back to the Blurryface era for sure

Like it's a callback to the past, do you see my vision?

Could it be a fist show that they did after fully escaping Dema and doing it on their own terms? Maybe

But some scenes give me dream like sequence. Like Tyler is just imagining how the life would be if he succeded to escape

The going back and forth on the road is a callback to the times when he tried to escape, with little to no luck

People are not only there in person, but they also are moved by the music and know the words. So for sure it's different audience that they had in Dema

The ukulele makes me think that we travelled even more back in time. Honestly, it feels like a callback to the RAB era

It also gives me parallel to the Car Radio MV, just way calmer this time

Now this gives heavydirtysoul

But did you notice that the thing (car? person?) was going full speed on Tyler and he was the one who got out the way every time, yet it just circled around Josh (just like in HDS)

The middle of the road also gives me Truce vibes

So with the lyrics, the whole MV gives me the vibe of being closer and closer to the true freedom

Lyrics!

No-no-no, no-no-no - disapproval of the current situation, pretty easy

Stand up straight now / Can't break down - I would say this are pretty self explanatory feelings of Mr Clancy in Dema. He simply cannot break down, or he would let down not only himself but also the people who he leads

Graduate now - It doesn't need to be literal, it could mean to finish something quickly

It's a taste test / Of what I hate less - The feeling of having to choose the lesser evil. That no matter what you gonna choose it's still gonna be bad

Can you die of anxiousness?/ I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here / What's about to happen? What's about to happen? - Valid question tbh. All of it are the feelings of intense anxiety and a desire to escape from the current situation. There is a sense of fear and uncertainty about the future

I remember certain things / What I was wearing - Vivid memories about the certain time and place. Like every escape attempt is important

The yellow dashes in the street - Could be both the lines on the road, but also the yellow Bandito tape. And could the number of the dashes be 300? Like in Overcompensate?

I prayed those lights would take me home - That this one, this attempt will be the the last one. Plus the torches used by Banditos, like a symbol of hope

Then I heard, "Hey, kid, get out of the road!" - Solid reality check

Can't feel my legs / I might suffocate / There's a pressure in my chest - More feeling of nervousness and uncertainty. Everything Clancy feels while running

And then he slowed down / And rolled down his window - So now we know that the speeding thing was a car, but who the hell was driving it

Can't change what you've done - You can't redo the attempts of escaping, but you can always learn from them. It's a reminder not to look back and always look forward to the next, better things

Start fresh next semester - It doesn't have to be literal semester, could be year, day, month. Just gain back your strenght, calm down and try again. Yesterday may have been lost, but what matters is that you don't give up and keep going. You're still fighting

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emo-philosopher · 9 months

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IGCSE

Heyy everyone

So did CIE's IGCSE and *hair flip* got an A* in all my subjects.

So yeah I'm just tryna help. Fr.

Now listen u dont need to get an A* to be happy with ur grades. If those are ur goals then u go girl. If those are not u still go girl.

But my mum always says "Always aim higher than what u can get. Then you will reach the farthest u can go. Now go make another omelette for me."

Now a major thing I would do before an exam is open a candidate response, the qp, the ms and the examiner report.

Do each question, check with the markscheme, check the candidate response and assess where u are and then the examiner report.

I love this so much: https://paper.sc/

Examiner reports are a really underrated resource and are REALLY HELPFUL.

Use the 'IGCSE' reddit and discord server

IGCSE Notes – Soumya Pandey

Here are some of the resources I used and each subject tips

Maths:

Past papers past papers past pAPERS PAST PAPERS PAST PA-

Girl i cant tell u enough

Also makes sure to learn all the calculator tricks including the linear equations one, differentiation (the only ones I can think off the top of my head)

Make sure to practice past papers have good time management. Calm down during the exam. It'll all be fine.

(trust me i went and got bangs cause i was depressed about the way i wrote the exam and here we are)

Sciences:

Use the examiner report tip. Always always use the syllabus of each subject. And ofc past papers

Skill for Science Packs - Google Drive

Bio:

Drives:

IGCSE Biology (0610) notes from MS - Google Drive

bio

Chem:

Heather Houston - YouTube

IGCSE all chemical tests - YouTube

Drives:

chm

0620 Chemistry – Google Drive

Phy:

physics resources

Business:

Bs is one of the easist subjects cause of the repeated questions and the low thresholds. If there is one subject u wanna chose for fun let it be BS or EVM

EVM:

Smallest syllabus ever

Just do past papers you'll be fine

Ik everyone says that but thats cause its true

The same advice goes to ICT. Like the practicals are the easiest shit u can think of but a big mistake that people do is forget theory.

Study for theory and u get good marks.

English (1st language) :

My fav subject in IGCSE

It was sooo good

Always choose descriptive its just easier to score in

Go read books from good authors like Madelline Miller, Katherine Arden, and Ocean Vuong. Get phrases that u really like and copy them into a word document. Go through it before the exam and use it in the writing

You can also use: https://www.descriptionari.com/

Examiners' Secrets: Descriptive Writing (Mr Salles) - YouTube

Paper 1 video

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AND THATS ALL

To everyone doing their GCSE's

All the best

Just remember that it isnt everything. Year 10 and 11 is all about finding urself and having the time of ur life. I sure as hell did. And at the end of the day these results dont matter half as much as u think. Its not that they're not important. Its just that there are more important things in the world.

Go live ur best life before the A level train hits.

#igcse #cie #caie #igcse links #igcse tips #igcse A*#gcse #year 11 #A*#fr go enjoy

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eclipsewarrior101 · 4 months

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SO!!!!

Poppy Playtime Chapter 3

I am gonna give my regards to it. I did not play it but I watched a playthrough.

Spoilers below

( Warning the game is actually way more creepy and they ampt up the disturbing content

Sooooo. Amazing game. Very very disturbing and spooky. The game play was a mix of creepy and fun

Playcare is beautiful!!!! It really looks like a whole world down there. It’s a paradise and a death trap at the same time.

The last boss fight was very very hard, I will say.

It was so cool to learn more lore and the implications that we are a worker who either knew exactly what was going on or didn’t.

Seeing the hour of joy was extremely satisfying though I think we all suspected it

Now…. Seeing little mini smiling critters crawl into a half cut up dog day and ingesting his body like parasites was VERY disturbing!!!!!

Hearing about a child’s body found with the gory details was very disturbing.

Mob Games turned up the lore and fear factor up to 100%.

Hearing from workers who didn’t agree with the kids being trapped down there was interesting. I think the guy Richie…he seemed like he cared about the kids. And it’s VERY interesting that they aren’t allowed to talk to them. It means that not everyone who worked at Playtime co knew what was happening. AND Stu…I think he gave Richie the job for a reason.

I do wonder what happened to Richie…did he die or did he escape the Hour of Joy.

Kissy helping us and poppy being good was a shock.

Ollie…I wanna know who Ollie is.

The kids lore and the stuff involving them just…it hit so hard what these kids went though. They had NO idea

Now…that one scene with Joseph going to be adopted then his file saying testing. And the lady in charge seemed to have NO clue….or she was lying. But she seemed like she was one who was in the dark about the true nature of the orphanage.

Also!!! The mini smiling critters were just..my heart. They are adorable even if they are evil. Their whimpering broke my heart. I just wanted to hold them.

Dog day…that poor guy. The last of his friends then to die!!!!

I know many do t like cat nap but…I blame the prototype. I think that monster corrupts the toys when they are at their lowest.

Example: cat nap.

Example I can’t prove: mommy long legs ( my theory is that she saw daddy long legs and baby die and he gave her a chance to live)

An interesting fact was that the “ Hour of Joy” killed innocent and guilty….sooo that means kids were eaten too maybe….of god

And the teacher lady. Jesus she freaked me out. The talk of her eating people. I think she eats more than just adults.

Soo the prototype is evil. And like a god. That scene where he he killed cat nap was so sad. Cat nap was pulled into a false set of security then just kill him. That was sad.

At the end when we don’t know if Kissy is alive is so sad. I hope she’s not dead. Though I now fear for the future. I don’t think we are able to save anyone.

I do hope that we can recruit maybe other toys who are not with the prototype. We have t seen daddy long legs or boxy boo yet in the game. Cause I feel the prototype is gonna be a tough cookie.

Anyways. If you wanna talk about this or come up with some fun theories let’s chat in comments. Byeeee

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #my thoughts #it’s a very disturbing game.#huge spoilers

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smilingangel582 · 1 year

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Will the strongest or the smartest survive?

WARNING YOU BETTER WATCH HAIKYUU!!! IF YOU WANNA READ THIS CUZ SPOILERS WILL MEET YOUR PATH!

Summary: (damn I suck at these so mind if I give these summaries a try) Tobio Kageyama is immediately faced with a twisted fate of overpowering someone of height but Kageyama believed he had the strength more than Tsukishima. His fate is sealed all thanks to a certain ginger and alas! The pheasants eventually discover that the king bears a grave weakness, which is used by the witty Tsukishima... how has it come to this? (Dramatic Ik I suck)

It was already after defeating shiratorizawa, and the boys happened to chill around. Tanaka and Noya are busy at Kyoko's tail, and Enoshita and Daichi are with Takeda who called out to a meeting regarding the victory. Mostly that's all Shoyo Hinata knew about the case.

Currently, he's with Kageyama practising his awful receives (as the king calls it), and to their surprise, even Tsukishima joined practice to block spikes of Kageyama which Yameguchi tossed to him.

Kageyama developed excellent spikes and Tsukishima barely managed to block them.

"Oh I'm ready to shut down his highness for good"

Scoffing Kageyama grumbled "yeah I'd like to see you try four eyes"

This struck Hinata to a new idea. He wanted to ask, and thus, he breaks their practice immediately "Hey... so if Tsukishima and Kageyama were to wrestle each other.. who would win?"

Before the setter could state his reasons Tsukishima pushed his glasses in a mocking way as he responded "What an absurd question why the royalty may have power with their commands but my lowly abilities are much superior when I have my height..."

He stared at Kageyama smugly and as expected the youngest setter was infuriated "Please your skinny ass wouldn't be able handle my strength, need I remind you I got abs way better than any one of you"

True, Hinata thought clutching to his midriff as if he could produce the same abs as the prodigal setter.

Yameguchi tilted his head after finishing a jump float server. "Really now... won't it be hard to knock over someone tall, though?"

Tsukishima smirked. "Yeah, you won't be able to push me down so easily, king, don't get cocky, even you have limits to raw mosterously revolting abilities"

Kageyama sneered, "Oh yeah? Gonna flap those chicken arms of yours till I surrender? Yeah, no, I'll beat your first four eyed bean pole!"

"Oh I see" Tsuki smirked "You wanna put your theory to the test... why for once, though I hate to admit it, we're on the same page"

"Safe word, Karasano"

Hinata got an unimpressed stare from Yameguchi. Seriously, that's the word?

Hinata watch them get up now standing in front of each other. Not that Kageyama was short he's actually tall even though with a much lean build, he's muscular than Tsukishima. Their height difference is disturbing even for Kageyama.

Finally, they lunged.

Kageyama genuinely was proven stronger, but he had difficult to gather Tsukishima as a whole to pin him down.

"Unlike you and shorty, I prefer to avoid violence at max. Yet to be insulted like this...?" With that, Tsukishima inherited a spiritual strength to pin Kageyama first."Tsk, that pissed me off..."

Kageyama's face twisted to a menacing glare "You!... grrr! Come on!"

Kageyama had greater horsepower as he pushed Tsukishima down to the floor, managing to pin his shoulders in place.

Hinata clapped unconsciously "Whoa Kageyama... I had most of my bets on specs here"

"Shut it! It's your fault don't forget th-AH!" He was swiftly pinned down by the tall guy and felt his wrists pulled to his chest by him. His knees however were free and this made Kageyama scrape his teeth with irritation "Take this!"

Flipping them again, Tsukishima grunted at the force of impact when Kageyama was back to straddling his hips. He sighed now, realising this beasts stamina is something else. It's not like they were free earlier...almost over exerted themselves to pure collapse this morning.

"Finally! Now... say the safe word four eyed jerk!"

"Oh, you think it's thar easy, your highness?" He enjoyed the growl he saw and the daggers in his blue eyes. He knew he should take another initiative, but what would tire the king?

Flipping each othet constantly will tire him first, so... oh wait...

He wondered now... Will that work with someone of his personality?

He's wide open. Kageyama had his hands on Tsukishima's shoulders to force him down while his own hands...

They latched on to his shirt... so maybe...

"Tsukishima... you should give up now it's useless to th -hihink ah Wait!"

Kageyama immediately pulled his arms towards his torso now hugging his middle with pure shock when he felt delicate scribble on the side.

"Did my eyes deceive me?" Yameguchi blinked frantically as he heard that giggle and the smile Kageyama involuntarily let out.

Tsukishima hummed teasingly now slowly sneaking a hand under Kageyama's untucked shirt and began with that same gentle touch on his waist "My, my is the king slightly sensitive... how unregal of you"

"Hohold on... whahat are yohou -Stohohop tohohouching mehehe!"

"Just trying to get you down... put you where you belong oh king of the court!" Tsukishime was seeing how Kageyama was awkwardly stumbling back now, trying to cover his weak spots though he couldn't hide them from him. He was now on the floor feeling a weight on his waist as Tsukishima attacked his sides with his long fingers and as rigid as a blockers... making it way difficult for Kageyama.

"He's ticklish? That's a first..." Hinata thought with astonishment. He never expected stoic faced Kageyama laughing like this -more or less giggling like a child.

"Gahahahad wahahahit... thihihis ihihis cheheheheheating! Ihihihihihi ahahaham the strohohohngest"

"Spoken up like a true king...now then..." Tsukishima paused but kept his fingers only grazing his sides but not tickling "Say it..."

Panting Kageyama growled "What?!"

"Saaay it, little kageyama... say it..." he worked his fingers now, resuming the torture and this threw him into a hysterical giggle fit.

"Nehehehehhever yohohohohou peheheheice ohohohof shihihihit!"

Tsukishima felt satisfied seeing how flustered he seemed with a red face and blushing ears it's... somewhat cute on him.

Ahem... he's here to win, not look at his appeal. Hinata felt his fingers itch and he wanted to join so badly as if it was a spike he wanted to hit.

Yameguchi however said "Let's save it for later... for now let Tsuki make the king beg..."

Hinata nodded as he watched Tsukishima still tease Kageyama around the sides.

Tsukishima is a frightening teaser, and Hinata felt butterflies in his stomach.

"A most confident declaration of war and yet the king failed his subjects... where your strength sire?"

Kageyama is officially pissed now, and he tried to attack him back. "YOU LIHIHITTlE PUHUHUNK -GAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHIT WAHAHAHAIT!"

He felt another horrifying touch at the backs of his ribs. He shot up now, arching his back to stop this. He squirmed around now, whining, "Geheheheht ohohohohff!"

"Say the word loser... come on, height or strength doesn't matter, but use your brain, " he smirked."There's more power there..."

Kageyama can't even hear him, and he was squirming around to get away now, but his skinny arms were strong "where are you going? Come here..."

"OH gehehet awahahay yohohou creepy four eheheyes! Ahahah nohoho gehehehet ohohoff mehehe!" He felt Tsukishima latch on to his knees and shrieked. "Nohoho Pleahahse!"

"What's this?" There's no delight in finding another weak spot "Your knees..."

"AHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHO SHIHIHIT DOHOHONT TOHOHOUCH THEHEHEM!" Kageyama was a lost cause indeed.

"Wow now that's the sound I need"

Tsukishima was playful as he was skittering his finger ls on the sweet spot and Kageyama was helplessly trying to kick his feet.

Hinata realised how tough Kageyama is until this point. He heard the final code word at last.

"KARAHAHAHAHSAANOHOHO! SHHIHHIT NOHOHOW CUHUHUHUT THEHEHEH CRAHAHAHAP!"

Tsukishima victoriously smiled and then gave a final poke to his stomach. "Got the king pegged down at last..."

"To think you could be such a giggle machine" Yameguchi snickered.

Kageyama growled now. "Ihihi hahahate yohohou! I'll pay yohou bahahck!"

Hinata gulped but he felt like he would get Kageyama first before he could.

"I hope you'll at least try to use that brain of yours, sire..." he gave a mocking bow making Kageyama snarl with pure rage almost flamed whipping from his eyes.

"You! I swear I'll get you four eyed know-it-all!"

#haikyuu tickling #lee kageyama #ler tsukishima #kegayama tobio #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #hinata shoyo #fluff #cute #tickle fic

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a-lone-echoviolet · 6 months

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Ok i was gonna finish this before posting any info but no one knows me enough and i dont have free time rn

Plus i really wanna talk about thiss

So i have an AU im working on called ‘Booktale’ (original wow)

I have a story planned out, character info and stuff but school and exhaustion keeps getting in the way

So instead of letting it collect dust like i normally let it do, imma show you guys some stuff about it!

Character designs and some general info! (that i was able to sketch out)✨

Here are the ones ive sketched out! I havent gotten to asgore , gaster or muffet yet tho :((

-Asterisk (frisk)

- ambrovert

- Gender fluid

- Soul is perseverance

- Best friends with chara

- Reads: fairlytales,mythical books,urban legends,and adventure books

-Character (chara)

- Introverted

- Gender fluid

- Soul was determination

- Best friends with frisk

- Their soul was put in a container before breaking completely

- Their determination was strong enough to keep them as a ghost that is stuck underground, only able to observe everyone go by with their lives without them

- Mostly a guide for frisk

-Symbolism(Flowey)

- Flowey is an Anemone flower, it symbolizes death

- Reads: ######s older logs, history(doesn’t read often)

- Knows about the multiverse theory but is unsure if it’s true

- Hes great at acting all sweet and nice

-Moral(Asriel)

- Extroverted

- Reads: kids books, fairytales, art books

- Always wanted to be a hero

-Exposition(toriel)

- Loves to cook and bake

- Favorite thing to bake: pies and cupcakes

- When exiting the ruins, instead of wanting to force you stay, she will test if you truly are strong enough to leave, to be on your own, and basically teaches you how to actually fight

- Despite being so kind and motherly <3 she can put up a good fight [if she needs to]

-Script(sans)

- ambrovert (hes ok with talking with everyone, but he is a bit ackward when making friends [mainly cuz hes both kinda excited and shy to meet people and doesn’t know what to say)

- Reads: science books, jokes books, ######’s old log books, fansty books (almost every type but mostly reads these types)

- Spars with papyrus, to both help paps train and to let sans get out of the house and use his magic more

- Works in the library

- Not as lazy as OG, rather is just more layed back and is actually willing to do physical work

- Makes puns and jokes but his favorite ones are definitely the ones about magic (and dark humor)

- Best friends with alphys

- He helps alphys in her work (and before, also ######)

- Knows about the multiverse and wants to travel through and know the different versions of him and others, and all the stories that are different from his

Plot (papyrus)

- Extrovert

- Reads: cook books, action books, Fantasy books and puzzelbooks

- despite sans not being as lazy as Classic, papyrus is more responsible in this AU

- Hes part of the royal gaurd! Being 2nd in command

- he acts before he really thinks, it has its pros and cons, being able to react fast to save anyone in danger

- Hes a great cook! and does cooking hang outs with undyne(undyne adding the fun and action while papyrus makes sure its edible and tastes good)

- His favorite thing to cook is lasagna

- He’s already quite popular and loved but it doesn’t matter so much to him, the love from his friends and bro are enough (tho he does love the attention)

-ellipsis (alphys)

- Shy ambrovert(shes ok with talking to a big public crowd, but talking one-on-one/ face-to-face, She gets real shy)

- She seems shy at first, but once you get to know her, she’s quite a chatterbox

- She knows how to be calm, collected, serious and calculated when needed

- She used to be friends with ######, because they used to be Co-workers (‘But who is ######? Ive always worked alone’)

- Reads: Manga, Romance novels, Science books, and ######’s old logs(for research)

-conflict(undyne)

- Ambrovert

- Leader of the royal guard

- She’s great at healing physical wounds and serious physical damages

- She’s a real smack talker (she can practically roast anyone if she so pleased)

- Even tho she’s good at trash talking, she’s just great with words in general( whether it be advice or confessingherfeelings)

- hiatus(napstablook)

- shy introvert

- He is a writer

- He never finishes any of his books (but he always leaves the end of every chapter open ended

- He enjoys writing angst and ventish books

- He’s anonymous online and no one knows him in real life

- He’s a well know and loved author (even if his books are unfinished)

Typewriter (mettaton)

- Genderfluid

- Extrovert

- Is a host of a talk show/interview show/drama show (they also are a news anchor)

- Their very protective over anyone close (especially alphys) and it takes a while to truly get on their good side

- They can be quite pushy when it comes to questions, even when the person seems uncomfortable (however they do back down after they’ve realized they pushed to far)

- You can catch them snooping around the lab for some ‘secrets’ (tho he could never find anything serious, just alphys’s anime collection of anime)

- He isn’t mean but he is quite cocky

(The ones I haven’t Designed yet)

-Rhyme (Muffet)

- Shy extrovert

- Mute by choice (tho whenever she does talk, she often rhymes)

- Reads: baking books, Anything with fluff, romance, fantasy, and horror

- She knows ASL

- Very sweet and friendly. however, can be hostile if you hurt spiders, her pet, anyone who is defenceless, or when needed

-ɱɪșșɪɳɠ fɪʟɝ(ɠɐȘ┳ɵʁ)

- extrovert

- A very smart guy with a great sense of humor (hes the one who got sans into puns)

- He knows ASL

- He used to be great friends with Asgore (and tori),Sans and alphys

- He isn’t a skeleton, he is actually more of blob of matter

- He can shape shift, however he cannot change his head or hands and he can’t change colors (so he stays white and black)

- Before he entered the Void, he took the shape of a tall slender human. Some mistook him for a skeleton because of his human like shape and white form. Tho when he entered the void it became harder to hold any shape other than a blob

-Resolution (king asgore)

*(i havent made any info on him just yet :(( )

#echo-violet rambles #violetdrawings #undertale #undertale au #Booktale #utmv #utmv au #utmv oc #another undertale au? omfg #undertale fandom #undertale alternate universe #it actually started because of an ink battle i saw on yt 6 years ago #it was just gonna me sans at first but it branched out #idk.. even if i flesh it out i feel like it will flop and i’ll just a a drop of water in the sea #its fun tho :)#i wanna have fun with you guyss😭😭#plss everyones AUs are so cool

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shadowedvales · 2 months

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LETS TALK ABOUT BECKY IVES FOR A MINUTE!

when you think about becky, you have to remember that she spent at least four years listening to terry’s “crazy theories” about hawkins lab, and the big bad man taking jane away. she knew terry took part in “hippie crap” and assumed that messed with her head. that those experiences combined with miscarrying in the third trimester had a terrible strain on her mental health, ultimately losing her connection to reality. she spent those years watching terry fight and lose legal battles against brenner and hawkins. she pleaded for her to stop, to get help, as their relationship grew stressed and strained because becky didn’t believe her, and terry hated her for it.

and then when terry’s mind was completely broken, she spent her days and nights caring for her. the show never touched on this. just what did becky think happened to terry? what story was she told? was terry put into a random hospital with doctors from hawkins lab, under a guise of caring for her, just to tell becky there was some kind of accident? maybe a car accident. did they claim the drugs used in the mk ultra testing from all those years ago took affect on her mind? probably not, because then becky would be in an opportunity to sue. i highly doubt there would have been any mention of the lab, opposed to some, "unfortunate accident." it really bugs me that there’s no story about what becky believed made terry catatonic. terry knew becky didn’t believe her, and as such, definitely did not tell her about her plans to break into the lab. so a story could have easily been concocted.

and then, one random day, a kid shows up at her doorstep, claiming to be the daughter she didn’t believe existed. immediately, by jane opening the door with her mind, becky held some kind of belief for she'd heard terry’s rants about her baby being used for experiments, experiments which gave her powers. and in comes jane, demanding to see her mother, able to open a locked door, blood dripping from her nose. all too soon she realises that there has so be some semblance of truth. the girl says her name is jane: she fits all the descriptions. the descriptions of the niece she never had. this child who her sister fought tooth and nail to get back. i can’t even imagine the guilt that would begin to fester for not believing terry, for thinking she was having a mental break, for trying to get her to see therapists and get her some real, serious help.

scared and confused for herself and her sister, and unable to fathom what is happening, what does she do? she comforts jane. there is distance, there’s awkwardness, but this girl is her blood and every moment that passed only proved that she could actually be jane ives. she makes her a sandwich, tries to comfort her, tells her that her mother is in a dream. probably a good dream. she comforts and tells her that terry never stopped believing.

she always believed you were out there. she always believed you’d come home one day. home? yeah, home.

she offered her, this strange little girl, a place in her home with her and her mother. she didn’t push, she didn’t need to know everything in that moment; she focused on jane and nothing else. the girl was obviously traumatised judging by the way she spoke, the way she sheltered herself. if everything terry claimed was indeed true, then becky couldn’t even begin to think about what she’d gone through.

i wanna help you, but to really do that, i need you to talk to me, okay? it doesn’t have to be now. it doesn’t have to be today. when you’re ready, okay?

she never moved a single thing in jane’s room. although she didn’t believe terry, she respected and loved her enough to keep it exactly as she’d planned. and at least she could give jane that, the vision her mother had for her, what the first steps of their wonderful life would have been like. becky claimed terry was “stuck” living the “same dream” over and over. where becky, too, was the one who was stuck. terry became 24/7 care, and unless she had helpers (which i highly doubt), becky would have given up her job, her out of home hobbies, her entire life to care for her sister. stuck in an endless routine until jane came along and struck her with the reality of it all.

as soon as jane contacts the void, you can see becky looks on edge and nervous. which, fair enough! she asks if she can sit and watch, but doesn’t interfere or distract jane. she even sits a little further away from her, perhaps out of fear (which would be completely justified. this girl physically moved things with her mind, who knows what else she can do) or just trying to take this all in within her own time and space. but the moment, the second jane departs the void and is in a state of distress, she moves to comfort her. she isn’t sure how, and doesn’t expect it to be returned, but offers it nonetheless. as far as she knows jane just spoke to her sister; she would be dying to know what happened, if she said anything. but remains silent and focuses on the child.

unfortunately we really don’t see much else of their dynamic on screen, but it is very justified that becky contacted hawkins and tried to get a hold of hopper. he and joyce were the only ones who seemed to have some kind of understanding; of course she would want to contact them. she put on a brave face in front of jane, focused on her and her needs. but as soon as she put the bed down and jane wanted some time alone in her room, becky had a moment to breathe. to think about her, her sister, all those wasted years because she didn’t believe. so, weeks later, when she gets a phone call from a weak sounding girl, saying she was sorry, the relief is immense. when recovered from her illness after closing the gate, the first thing jane wanted to do was call her aunt. hopper got on the line after the initial apology and asked if becky would come to hawkins, so they could work things out from there.

i just think becky is such a neat, complex character for the literal twenty minutes (probably less) screen time she gets. i adore the way she treats jane, and think she is such a good influence in her life. imagine all the stories becky could tell her about terry. things no one else could. her relationship with her aunt is one like no other, for both the sake of her mother, and that she is the only true family she has ever known, or as far as she knows, even has. becky never expects anything from jane (unlike a lot of the people in her life), and in that respect, jane does actually open up to her overtime. to becky, jane isn’t a girl who’s saved the world a few times. she’s the niece she didn’t believe in, and would spend the rest of her life making it up to her and terry.

#study‚ in my dreams it's all real and my heart has so much to reveal.#long post /#also jane EXPLAINS the void best she can to becky.#she doesnt just say ‘be quiet’ when becky is talking to her and asking about it all / asking to apologise to terry for her.#she understands that she is not only meeting her mother. but her aunty too.#the only family she has in the whole world.#she understands it’s difficult for becky and allows her to ask questions. she isn’t short with her because she doesn’t understand.#jane knows what it’s like to not understand and just have people frustrated and sharp with her. so she Does NOT do that.#yeah this is just a Becky appreciation post!#she deserved so much better.#she could have been so good for jane.#i mean. she is. because she’s very very important in my portrayal.#also added those screencaps because it’s exactly what i talk about.#she starts off in her own space. has some time in complete silence while jane is in the void.#she would just be sitting there. on her own. just watching.#the first moment of the day to really think.#but then jane suddenly comes out of it.#and becky’s needs no longer matter.#and all focus is put on her niece again.#of course. majority of this is taken purely from the shows canon.#because becky is way more prominent in my own canon but.#yeah. stan the ives women for clear skin #!!!

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upbeatpeekos-blog · 4 months

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Prompt by @that-one-dumb-non-binary

Sorry if it's bad it's my first fanfic.

Spoiled Milk

"Mista, is this milk expired?" Narancia says, peeking inside the milk

"I don't know, ask Fugo. He's the one that used it last."

"What about me?" Fugo replies as he walks in the kitchen

"Is the milk expired?"

"No,..."

"You sure? It smells weird"

".....Milk doesn't expire....."

Mista looks at Fugo like he had 3 heads

"What..."

"Uhh yeah...it doesn't expire.." Fugo's face is flat as a board

'Crap....what am I saying..this is embarrassing...welp too late to go back now..'

Mista lets out a concerned sounding laugh. "Haha, Fugo... you're so funny."

"So, is it expired?" Narancia looks at both confused

"Ye- No!...."

Fugo cuts off Mista. Mista glares at Fugo.

"Erm, what's going on?.."

Giorno stood in the kitchen entry.

'Barnacles...' Fugo thought to himself, frustrated.

"Giorno, is the milk expired?"

Narancia has a impatient look on his face

"I don't know?" He shrugs as he sits down groceries

'Wait I could use Giorno as an advantage.'

"Hey, Giorno...Can I speak with you for a moment."

"Sure?" He walks out of the kitchen with him

"So..." Fugo pinches his nose.

"This is an odd request, but...can you please follow through?"

"What is it?"

"Can you convince them that...Milk doesn't spoil..."

'He won't do it...this is so stupid'

"What? Why?"

Fugo sighs. "I said it didn't spoil...I-i don't know why,...and I'm embarrassed about it...."

Giorno stares at him

"Just tell them that it was a joke?"

"Please, Giorno.. just think off it as payback from when they put red dye in your shampoo last month.."

Giorno thinks for a moment...

"Fine...I'll do it.."

"Thank you, thank you."

Fugo lightly puts his hands on Giorno's face

"I knew I could count on you.."

They go back to the kitchen

"Fugo....way were you saying milk doesn't spoil?" Mista was tested

"Cause it doesn't.."

"Yes it does"

Yes, it does? I thought you were the smart one of the gang?"

"Mista, he's right," Giorno says in a monotone voice

Mista stops talking

"Giorno, not you too..

"I thought milk spoiled? Does it not? Doesn't it mean its spoiled when it smells bad?"

Giorno leans on the island counter

"Milk doesn't spoil..."

"What are you guys saying!? Have you two gone mad!?"

"Mista, you always have these odd conspiracies. Are you sure it isn't one of those?" Fugo kept his cool.

"It's not a conspiracy! It's a fact!"

"Mista, it's true. Milk does not spoil."

Giorno says, staring in Mista's dark brown eyes seriously.

"You guys are right, Mista. You always have those dumb theories...how am I supposed to believe you?" Narancia puts back the milk, not wanting it anymore.

"What...what!...WHAT! No! Ughh it's not a conspiracy!"

"Yes it is, your just too embarrassed to admit that your wrong!" Fugo yells back

"Nuh, uh! You're lying it does go bad!"

"Mista, stop yelling your making scene...it doesn't spoil.." Giorno interrupts not wanting a violent fight to break out over literal spoiled milk.

Mista stops talking...he put his hands on his face...

"Ughhhhh! Oh my gooodd," he uncovers his face.

"Please tell me this is a joke."

"No, it's not.."

Narancia got tired of their bickering

"Mista, just except the truth. Fugo is smarter than you and me."

"...Fine...it doesn't spoil... But don't come running to me when you get sick!" Mista gets up, walking out the kitchen..

"Jeez, what a pushover," Narancia sighs. Then he walks out, probably just to go play on his game console.

There was an odd silence.

"So,...what are you going to do if he brings it up again?"

Giorno walks next to Fugo.

"Act like it never happened."

"Pfft, I figured."

Giorno smiles

"Well, I'm gonna go help Trish pick out a dress for her concert. Wanna come?"

"Sure...I should probably stay away from Mista for the time being."

They give eachother a smooch before walking out the kitchen.

The end

#jojos bizarre adventure #giorno giovanna #fugo x giorno #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #narancia ghirga #fanfiction #spoiled milk #fanfic #golden wind #part 5 golden wind #part 5 vento aureo #part 5 jjba

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Lmao about to jump on your bbg discussion here. My issue with the scenario of ending with a paternity test has always been that GP will always still believe that he at the very least, slept with a woman. I was under the impression during 1D years, particularly the later years with RBB, that H and L wanted to eventually come out as a couple, thus the hinting about Larry. Obviously things can change over the years and perhaps they don't want that anymore, but if they do, then the only way to actually do that and have it make sense is to literally tell the truth as the ending. Like a legit tell all about being forced into the closet, the beards, the fake pregnancy, everything. Because he can't logically say "I thought this hookup gave me a kid for the past 8 years" and "H and I have been together since 2010" and not have people be ??? But do you think coming out with the legit truth is ever possibility at all? Or no matter what, will people always think some aspects of the stunts were true? As I said though, maybe H and L don't really care at this point, they know larries know the truth? Just something I've thought about a lot!

Helloooo anon! Lovely to hear your thoughts and thanks for joining in the discussion! I’ll try and break this down a bit into main points so I don’t ramble about everything all at once and it ends up illegible hehe.

Alrighty, so I think that the GP always thinking louis had slept with a woman because of bbg ending in a paternity result is what it is. As long as it stops the stunt, that’s what matters to him and to us. This is a Step 1 of the coming out process, and once those headlines die down about it, then it’s deciding how H and L come out. In my opinion, there are a few ways this could go after bbg ends:

a) harry comes out first, Louis comes out months later (long enough for it to not be immediately connected by gp), then they start being seen together and a “new” relationship between them is seeded and say they’ve never been together until now

b) louis and harry come out together in a relationship, say they’ve never been together until now

c) louis and harry come out together in a relationship, say they’ve been together since 1d, and expose all the stunts by breaking their NDAs

Now… all 3 of these options work with the narrative of a paternity test. In all options, they are still able to define their sexuality as whatever they want it to be when they come out, but will obviously lean towards both of them at least having previous interest in women. Louis could be like “yeah I always thought I was straight but I did some soul searching and realised I’m gay” and harry could stick with the assumption held by the GP already that he is bi, or say something similar to the above.

I assume option A is how things are gonna go, because B links too closely to C and doesn’t line up with the current narrative of them being weirdos on opposite sides of the planet to each other at all times lol. Ideally, option C would be extremely satisfying and would give both of them incredible PR, and bring S*mon and co to their knees, but that truly depends on what H and L think they wanna do, and how big of a war they wanna keep fighting.

Hear me out here now… I’ve talked about multiple ways to end bbg in the past, but what if Louis was just like.. a sperm donor? Very early on in bbg there was a theory that B was a surrogate for H and L, but that definitely doesn’t add up. This theory, however, would require louis to come out at the same time as bbg ending, all in one go, and it also keeps F as his son which isn’t ideal, but separates him more from it in terms of sexuality. But hear me out… what if there was a headline that looked like this?

“Louis Tomlinson announces he donated his sperm in generous act for good friend B whose long term partner struggled with fertility issues”

While this headline looks a bit funny to us, I think the GP won’t question it thaaaaat much. His direct non larrie fans would, because they have seen AOTV, they’ve seen louis call F his son multiple times, but… in this narrative, he IS his son, he’s just not having sex with women because he’s gay lol, and he’s just a sweet guy, ya know? And things could be broken down a little like:

“Tomlinson, 32, says that he loves F and was happy to help B out as he’d always wanted to be a father himself, but has announced to the world just this morning, that he is in fact gay.”

It’s frustrating because in a way, it ends bbg, but it also keeps F connected to Louis to a degree. Ugh. Idk. But that is how you would ensure that the GP don’t have proof that louis has had vaginal sex anymore.

To your point about harry and louis doing a tell all, it would rock the music industry like crazy. Imagine it!!! There would be a million other celebs wanting to come out and share their stories of how badly they’re treated too, and people would be on Larry’s side. It would be powerful. It would help stop what happened to them, happen to other young gay kids. And it would ruin S*mons life, which I love. But… I think a tell all will happen, but not for a long time. I would love it to happen now, trust me I would, but I feel they’re still in too much of a sticky situation with bbg and Harry’s stunts.

I think larry see what we say, they love that we know, and they care a lot about us. But truly I think they’d love to show the world their true colours. Harry’s dancing with pride flags and is MUCH more free now in expressing himself, and I think he would actually wait for louis to be in a position where they can come out together, to take the heat off just one of them doing it. I think they’d love to walk down the street and hold hands and be cute, because they were told for so many years they couldn’t. And being told you can’t, makes you really want to. So I think they’ll do it together, and I think they want to. In saying this though, I do agree with the theory that they decided to put coming out on the back burner for a little bit while they enjoyed their tours and let the dust settle a bit after so much happening, and are just enjoying their private love life while they’re older and have a bit more freedom. But they’ll come back with a vengeance, and they’ll come out together. I’m sure of it xx

(Also sorry I totally rambled)

#answered #anon #bbg

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