#extra large rugby shirt

[susoriginals]

Vintage Burgundy Wine Rugby Shirt Long Sleeve Pullover by Consensus Sportswear Men's Extra Large Athletic Grunge Only $8 

[shotmrmiller]

All the nurses are confused why there 4 large men crowding around the baby in your hospital room.

Price is a baby hog: imma say it. He wanted to be a dad so bad, it’s all of their kid! but, Price will hip check anyone out of the way to be the first to hold the baby. Gaz acknowledges the baby, adores the baby but, he beelines to you. Right now? You need his attention and affection. You’re his priority, he’ll have his baby time eventually.

Soap wants the baby SO FUCKING BAD! But nothing is going to make Price put the baby down (Except you, he’ll gladly hand the baby over to you) Soap’s acting like a crackhead looking for his next hit. Simon doesn’t want to hold the baby yet, he’s fine watching for now… he pokes the baby ngl

Gaz rocks along with whomever is rocking the baby. (It’s a thing) A subconscious thing, someone else has the baby, bouncing it, Gaz his rocking and bouncing in sync with them. His voice turns soft and sweet whenever he talks to the baby. When it’s Gaz time? It’s soft and sweet calm down time.

Soap holds the baby in increasingly weirder ways the older the baby gets. Like, that kid is nothing but a rugby ball to Soap. He randomly bites the baby. Not like ‘chomp’ but, like mouths the baby’s chubby cheeks. MAN HANDLES baby! Not too rough, just to get the giggles going. When it’s Soap time? It’s high energy fun time.

Price is a baby head sniffer, a coddler, the one who’s scolded most about holding the baby too much. They’re not going to want to be put down! “Well, why do you think I got these muscles for? So I can hold them s’long as they want! Mind your own damn business!” When it’s Price time? It’s Stern loving care with no nonsense.

And Simon, oh Simon. Simon is the worrier. He checks to see if the baby is breathing every 20 minutes, he has *everything* on hand. Blankie’s, dummies, hats, extra socks, anything that baby needs? Simon has. He’s the one they’ll run too when they need anything. When it’s Simon time? It’s dumb jokes, happy giggles quiet time.

They- they have a girl. They’re all girl dads, no question.

(Poly baby au. You’re the Squad’s girl and it’s their baby)

You inspired me.

(That and I just became an Auntie and, disgustingly, have baby-fever. I hope it goes away soon)

POLY FUCKING BABY AU!!! CHRRRRRIST!!!!

IM GOING INSANE

THEIR BABYYY!!! i need a poly au baby or im gonna lose my goddamn mind.

Can you imagine like the nurse being like so, who's the father? only for 4 hands to go up.

oooookay...who's the biological father? Simon, bless his tactless soul just bluntly says, "We all fu-err, sleep with her."

The nurse just sighs. "Someone needs to fill out the paternity acknowledgement form and the baby needs to have a last name."

Johnny thinks that it should have all of theirs because MacPrilerrick is definitely something that should go on paper.

But the genetics are obvious, so the baby's last name is Garrick.

Price is the one that rips his shirt off for skin-to-skin time, though. "Everyone piss off."

Johnny would totally cackle at him like, "Yer gonna smother the bairn with yer chest hair, Cap." Because his body hair situation is that much better.

Kyle's softly speaking with the nurses, asking them a bunch of questions they're more than happy to answer.

Simon's simply staring at the baby, because why is she so small? You'll pull him out of his reverie with a soft touch to his wrist. "You won't hurt her. There's no place safer for the baby than in your arms, hm?" He has to sit down to hold her because his knees spaghetti.

Congratulations!! The newborn phase is the best. They just smell like BABY.

I could eat them right up.

[pondsblog]

Thinking of Rugby!Simon Riley...

cw: - ; no use on y/n

Simon Riley, who takes you to pubs to watch the Rugby game,-Half off of everything, can’t waste the opportunity of basically free food, according to him. He insists you also wear his team's shirt, don't have one, no problem, he has an extra one. 

Simon is a large man - always eating, and he is such a messy eater! The burger looks small in his hands, and he licks the sauce that dripped down onto his palm in a very different setting than you normally see. The sauce is smeared around his mouth when he finishes the burger; and when you clean some of it off his cheek with your finger he cleans it off by sucking your finger, as he stares at you slightly high of endorphins.

His head is turned to the screen and his eyes only find yours when he reaches for the extra onion rings he ordered and with a wink, he takes his pint to wash it all down. He is almost done with his 3rd, he feels good with the alcohol settling in. You look so good dressed in his shirt, his team nonetheless.

Can’t finish your 3rd pint glass full of beer they bring you? No problem, he chugs it in one go, which might lead you to regret letting him drink when he sings loud chants with the rest of the pub goers. The game is going well and he's smiling at you, so you think the night might just begin soon.

purrr.. I love a rugby boy ngl <3 <3

I love you all too thank you for reading! *smooches you*

[wh0lemilk0vich]

ok one head canon i think about all the time is billy plumping up over the summer. he finds out that steve is working at the mall when he drops max off one day and decides to catch a glimpse of former king steve

of course billy has to go in to tease steve for his ridiculous uniform. billy is just about to go to work himself so he's in his red board shorts and his official hawkins pool lifeguard tank top. steve immediately knows billy is up to no good so he puts his foot down and says no loitering, if he wants to be inside scoops he has to be a paying customer

billy acquiesces and orders a single scoop of vanilla in a dish. he eats half of it all while teasing steve relentlessly and tosses it on his way out. the ice cream was good but he can't let himself indulge too much for the sake of his image as well as his job

billy keeps coming inside the mall every time he drops max off which eventually turns into billy stopping by starcourt on his way to work regardless of whether or not max is with him. he sees steve every day for a little pre-work pick me up in the flavor of flirtatious banter and a single scoop in a dish

eventually that dish turns into a waffle cone and the single scoop multiplied into three by the time billy realizes what has happened over the course of the summer. as he formed his flirtationship with steve, he also formed quite the belly

a stark contrast from the first time he stopped by scoops, on the last day that hawkins pool is open, billy is struggling to fit into his uniform. his board shorts are stretched right across his hips, and his shirt is nearly see through with how much it strains to contain the entirety of billy's belly. the outline of his navel is clearly visible, as is the stack of rolls on his sides, and his perky pecs have softened into pudgy moobs

steve already has his order ready - an extra large banana split topped off with nearly an entire container of whipped cream. billy polishes it off like it's nothing and before he can head out for his last day of work as a lifeguard - because he's surely not returning for next year's swim season - steve slips him a piece of paper with his phone number on it and suggests that billy start stopping by his house for dessert instead

I can get into a muscle chub billy, like softened over rugby build. I think that would definitely suit him. I think that's a super cute head canon/scenario

Usually I associate chubby with soft, sort of submissive characterization because that's usually what I identify with. But every so often I can get on with the thick, harder, more masculine reading of it which is what my mind immediately goes to with billy.

[sworn-in-blood]

LOU "CROW" MARLEY

extra :

✧﹒playlist ✧﹒pinboard

✧﹒faceclaim: Katy O'Brian (Love Lies Bleeding : Jackie specifically)

names/nicknames :

✧﹒lou marley ✧﹒"crow"

orientation/identity :

✧﹒cisfemale ✧﹒lesbian/sapphic ✧﹒she/her

languages :

✧﹒english && limited french

ethnicity:

✧﹒american

physical characteristics :

lou possesses a broad frame with a great deal of muscle , and stands at around 5'7 . She typically has long curly brown hair that's usually tied up , along with hazel eyes and several scars crossing her body . when not in uniform , she typically sports more casual clothing , such as muscle shirts, singlets, and on occasion hoodies , along with trousers & jeans .

age:

birthday: 12.05.1975

20 at time of death prior-canon in 1995 . Age differs depending on verse .

hobbies :

✧﹒rugby ✧﹒card games ✧﹒boxing

✧﹒gunsmithing

fears :

✧﹒claustrophobic

occupations :

[1990-1992] death timeline : competitive boxer

[1992-1993] death timeline : u.s army

[1993-1995] death timeline : u.s army 75th ranger , heavy weapons expert

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[1990-1992] survived timeline : competitive boxer

[1992-1993] survived timeline : u.s army

[1993 - late 2003] survived timeline : u.s army 75th ranger , heavy weapons expert

[2004-2011] survived timeline : b.s.a.a. special operations agent, heavy weapons expert, firearm specialist .

[2011-present] survived timeline : b.s.a.a. special operations agent & captain of raven squad , firearm specialist , heavy weapons expert .

tattoos :

✧﹒two full arm sleeves covered with designs of different kinds of birds , primarily ravens and crows . other designs included surround different types of foliage , such as leaves and thorned branches intermixed with flowers .

scars :

✧﹒several large slashes on her shoulders and arms from several altercations and history whilst boxing and while within the military . a scar crosses the right corner of her lips from a knife scuffle . in her survived timeline , lou sports several gunshot scars and a stab scar on the far right side or her chest .

alignments :

✧﹒lawful neutral ✧﹒ESTP

love languages :

lou is typically someone who is big on physical touch - she'll embrace those she knows almost every time they meet , and often enjoys having some form of contact especially when it comes to emotionally frought situations . she also highly values quality time , and will spend hours talking if you let her .

comprehensive :

STUBBORN TO ALL HELL , Lou is someone who very often tends to focus on her own ideale . She is very difficult to persuade when she has her mind set on something , and will argue against it - usually based on the fact that she focuses heavily on her own decision-making capability . This is mixed with a determination and a grit that very little could match - Lou will take something to the edge of the world and beyond if it means that she gets it done .

RECKLESS ON OCCASION , Lou can tend to be impulsive sometimes and not entirely consider her own wellbeing in the place of another . She's someone who's entirely willing to run out into the combat zone to drag someone back to their side of it all , and willing to put herself in front of someone else .

HANDS ON , Lou is someone who finds theoretical and academic concepts boring more often than not . She has ADHD , and tends to learn better when it comes to going out there and doing it - especially when it comes to more active opportunities.

LOU CAN tend to hold very strong grudges - which more often than not results in tunnel vision . In some situations , she can tend to switch to a much colder personality , especially when it comes to dealing with somebody she isn't particularly fond of . Lou possesses very little filter and will often say exactly what's on her mind , and will tend to be blunt more often than not .

EXTROVERTED , Lou knows how to have a spot of fun, and will never turn down an opportunity to enjoy herself . She's well known for her humor within her close circle , and isn't a stranger to having a good time , and boosting the moral of those close to her . Lou won't refuse to sit down and talk with someone if they need it , and she'll stick by their side until they don't need it anymore - she tends to be fiercely loyal towards those she cares for .

history/backstory :

Born and raised in Texas' country , Lou had always been taught how to be independant from a young age , often spending hours out on the farm she grew up on . Largely homeschooled , most of the public schooling around didn't particularly work for her method of learning , especially when it came to her inability to focus in a standard classroom .

So , she learned in a more hands-on way , learning practically what she could , and working to succeed at the academics that had to have been done .

Lou always harbored a skill for taking things apart , and putting them back together again . It was not uncommon to find her out by the garage , taking apart the bonnet of their truck and investigating the interior , and helping her father repair both the farm vehicles and the tools that they used on a daily basis - it was something that she particularly enjoyed . It soon stretched to her spending late nights in her room with objects taken from the rest of the house , learning how they were all put together .

The oldest of her two siblings , Lou was often the one who would help her father with the majority of the farmwork - especially when it came to the months where they had to shear the sheep , and had to transport them . With years of experience , she built up a substantial amount of strength that she still maintains .

It was almost an impulse decision that led her to the U.S military - Lou wanted something new , and wanted a chance to be challenged , and constantly have her surroundings changed .

She soon applied to join , and was shipped off to training , where she excelled when it came to hand-to-hand combat , and heavy weapons . During her time , she met Jill Valentine whilst she was training , and the two quickly became fast friends , and practically joined at the hip . They often spent a lot of time together , and were sparring partners until they graduated .

They spent about a year in the standard army before Jill wanted to take on a new challenge - and Lou wasn't exactly going to be left behind . She joined the 75th Army Rangers alongside Jill , and after weeks of hard work , graduated the training school with her . Lou took the time to specialize in managing the usage of heavy weapons and marksmanship , often favouring assault rifles over the precision snipers that Jill did .

Two years were spent within the Rangers , with the pair often remaining together , even throughout the occasional mission or two .

That is , until around 1995 , where the pair were deployed alongside part of their battalion , to investigate a potential incident within a stretch of U.S desert . The two went there together , and spent several weeks participating in reconnaissance - upon discovering the genuinity of the report , they had decided to move in .

Involved in a firefight , Lou was pushing the compound alongside Jill before being knocked to the ground by a barrage of gunfire . Moving to stand , she was knocked to the ground once again by an enemy combatant - who attempted to shoot her , but had no ammunition within the pistol . Instead , he plunged a combat knife deep into her chest as she was incapacitated - and left her to bleed out .

Jill was unable to reach her before her last breath , and before her name was added to the list of those killed in action .

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SURVIVED TIMELINE :

This is the timeline that I'll most likely be writing Lou from . In this timeline , Lou survives the firefight where she would have otherwise died - due to a medic reaching her and carrying her out alongside another pair of soldiers , and with Jill shooting the soldier who would have been the one to kill her .

After two years in recovery from all her injuries , Lou was cleared for duty once again . Despite Jill having left the military for her opportunity at S.T.A.R.S , Lou returned to the Rangers , and remained in contact .

She spent several years there once again , before catching wind of the Raccoon City Incident through Jill Valentine . Horrified that the government would have kept it all a secret despite the urgency of it , Lou left the military half a year later - only resurfacing in a combat role upon the foundation of the B.S.A.A . One of the more early members of the organization , Lou was their heavy weapons and firearms specialist , often building her own gear and weaponry - and modifying the existing ones to both her preferences and the preferences of her teammates . She spent the better part of a little more than half a decade as a Special Operations Agent , before becoming a Special Operations Unit captain in 2011 considering all her experience and awareness .

strengths && weaknesses :

✧﹒strengths

Lou is a confident individual , excelling when it comes to utilising her strength and skills within incidents . A boxer since she was young , Lou is formidable to face when it comes to hand-to-hand combat , using her strength and broad frame to overwhelm her opponent - especially able to hit hard . A heavy weapons expert , Lou is comfortable when it comes to unwieldy weapons , often carrying them with her or managing their usage . She's a self-proclaimed gunsmith , and often can be found taking them apart and putting them back together again , and modifying her own firearms . Lou , along with Jill , were some of the better marksmen within the ranger unit - and tends to work well when it comes to working with someone else to push a target or building .

✧﹒weaknesses

Lou is by no means agile or fast ; which can often work against her , especially when it comes to fighting somebody smaller than her if they know what they're doing . Along with this , Lou can also tend to ignore everything except for what she's focusing on - most likely when it comes to hunting someone down , or someone that went against her or certain of those she's close to . She tends to be incredibly goal focused , and often doesn't particularly pay attention to the bigger picture or nuance in someone's words , but she still knows how to be careful . To add to this , Lou doesn't have a filter , and the concept of right place right time isn't typically something she tends to consider . Lou can tend to let her emotions get the better of her sometimes , and can be susceptible to those who know how to play around her stubbornness and play on her bonds .

family && relations :

✧﹒father

JULES MARLEY — ALIVE

✧﹒mother

JOANNE MARLEY — DECEASED

✧﹒known relations

CHARLI MARLEY — SISTER , ALIVE

FLETCHER MARLEY — BROTHER , ALIVE

✧﹒close friends

JILL VALENTINE — ALIVE

✧﹒pets

MAV - budgie

dead by daylight verse :

✧﹒perks

verses:

#v . a hand on my throat and a blade at my feet

a verse surrounding her history and time spent within the united states military as a 75th regiment ranger . this is the verse most friendly to non-resident evil characters , though any may be used . primarily explores her training and specializations . this also encompasses the timeline where she is killed in action during a later operation , but the verses below all rely on the timeline where she is instead gravely injured and survives . on her death timeline , this encapsulates 1992 - 1995 .

#v. sacrifice ; that’s what we do for the people we love

a verse surrounding her history and time spent within the united states military as a 75th regiment ranger . this is the verse most friendly to non-resident evil characters , though any may be used . primarily explores her training and specializations . this verse surrounds her survival from the operation that killed her in the above verse .

#v. let justice be done though the heavens fall

a verse surrounding lou's survival , and involvement with the bsaa upon its foundation . this explores her time as a special operations agent , and further on , a captain of a special unit team . encapsulates late 2003/early 2004 and onwards. this verse particularly surrounds events of early bsaa operations , re6 , re7 and re8 .

#v. and our scars remind us that the past is real

a verse surrounding any events that do not take place within a specific game , or the downtime between operations . this is one of her more flexible verses , and this is still typically within her time in the bsaa .

#v. the sun is my undoing

a verse surrounding the world and events of dead by daylight with lou as a survivor .

#v. we all have our reasons

a verse containing any and all crossovers .

tags:

#[•• you and i both know this ends in blood ••] — aesthetic

#[ 𝟎𝟏 ] ── * 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 { alive or just breathing? }

#☆ ⠀ this is who we are; a product of war ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ analysis .

#––– ❛ visage 【 the hell we can raise 】

✦𓂅 gods upturning inkpots ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ roleplay

[huynh19nguyen]

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Jock!Fem!Orc x GN!Reader Headcanons (Part 1)

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader/Jock!Female!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluff

Warnings: None

Part 2

A/N: Now that requests are officially completed (a year or so later but shhh), I’ve decided to play around with some longer headcanons! I definitely plan to do more traditional short stories (I have some in the works at the moment), but I think these will be a good medium for general ideas that don’t have a concrete theme yet. Let me know what you guys think!

- She’s definitely on the rugby team, maybe even lacrosse or shot put

- She’s the talk of the college, both for her good looks and the way she dominates on the field

- But she isn’t boastful or even that talkative; The first time you two meet is when your paired up for class assignment

- She always sat in the back, usually sweaty from morning practice, her hair pulled back in a braid.

- You had noticed her of course; When you walked into class the first day, she had been nonchalantly checking her phone, arm thrown over the chair beside her. Her legs were lazily spread as she scrolled with her thumb.

- Those rugby shorts, her thick thighs, and those biceps had your heart stopping. Your first thought was “Damn”

- But you don’t have the guts to talk to her until you’re paired up

- She doesn’t add too much to the conversation, but she isn’t disinterested either. She’s diligent with her work and even asks that you meet up to review your respective parts. 

- “What book are you reading?” She asks, voice husky, during a short break.

- You flash the cover and she nods approvingly. You think that’s the end of the conversation. But-

- “I’ve read that author's other book and I enjoyed it. How’s this one so far?”

- “O-oh, it’s pretty good,” You stutter, still reeling from having a casual conversation. “Pacings a little wonky; I’m not sure if the endings gonna work with how little pages I have left.”

- “I hate when that happens.” She takes a bite of her croissant, brushing a rogue piece of hair behind her ear. “Keep me posted how it goes, maybe I’ll give it a read.”

- You nod

- The conversation ends, you both get back to work. But each time you meet, more little moments like that occur. You both get more comfortable, preconceived notions falling to the wayside.

- She comes to one meetup wearing her rugby uniform, hair tied into a tight fishtail braid. You can see her tummy when she stretches her arms and your heart nearly stops.

- “You have a game today, right?” 

- “Yeah, at 8”

- “Oh I should be able to swing by then.” You mimic a fake pom-pom. “Cheer you guys on.”

- She smiles. It’s bigger than normal, almost mischievous. You notice the gold rings that cling tight to her tusks, a typical Orc good luck charm.

- “Do you even know anything about rugby?”

- Your face goes red.

- “A l-little! I know there’s a ball, and some tackling, and running….”

- Let’s just say you're not a sports fan.

- She laughs. It’s a beautiful sound that sets your chest on fire.

- “Well maybe I can teach you some things after the game,” she cracks her neck, “Show you how it’s done.”

- You can’t tell if she’s trying to be flirtatious or if your brain was deep fried by your crush and is reading too much into it. Either way you frantically nod, stuttering a “Yeah for sure!” and working the rest of the time in flustered silence.

- She has to leave early to prep for the game, allowing you extra time to hype yourself up and force yourself out of the house.

- The stands are filled with people decked out in your college's colors; People with painted numbers across their chest, people with giant foam fingers, everyone is either tipsy or acting like it.

- Everyone cheers when she runs on the field, holding up signs with her last name and number. You feel wildly unprepared in your normal jeans and a t-shirt

- She’s a force to be reckoned with on the field. She brushes off tackles no problem, shoulders pushed forward with every play. She’s so large but is quick as a cat, passing with ease and making it seem so easy.

- You cheer with the crowd, not even focused on the score, just watching her

- The game ends with your school's victory, the stands and the team erupting with cheers. Her team swarms her in a dog pile and all the bystanders shout a demeaning chant to your rivals.

- You're somehow able to navigate through the crowd of fans and find the exit of the locker room. Her teammates have already left with their dates and their friends, but there hasn’t been a single sighting of the star player yet.

- You’re one of the last people left, the excitement carrying everyone else off to the after party. You almost think she left with them when she comes out.

A wet towel is slung around her neck, shirt discarded to show her sports bra. You feel your face flush.

- “Hey! Almost didn’t see you there,” she says, running a hand through her hair and undoing her frayed braid. You wave back, the breath knocked out of you when she gives you a side hug. “I wasn’t sure if you would come, but what did you think of the game?”

- “It was cool!” She hasn’t released you from the hug, arm still slung around your shoulder as you walk to the parking lot. Her fingers absentmindedly rub into your shoulder blades. “Not sure if I understood all the plays and stuff, but I know enough to say you kicked ass.”

- She chuckles, hand still slung over your shoulder. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster and will it to stop; She’s just touchy-feel the way all jocks are, it doesn’t mean anything.

- “Well I’m wiped, but I’m still down to show you some stuff if you want. Are you free Saturday?”

- “Yup, and if you wanted we could add some of those finish touches to our powerpoint beforehand.”

- She raises her brow.

- “I was thinking more of going out to breakfast before. Y’know, like a proper date.”

- You stop in your tracks, her arms slipping away from your shoulder as she takes a few steps forward. She turns back, confused.

- “L-like a what?”

- She smirks, that same mischievous one from before. With her tousled hair and sweaty body, it looks damn near debaucherous.

- “Like a date, cutie. That is, if you’re down?”

- A solid 5 seconds pass before your brain catches up with the situation.

- “Yes! Yes, I am-I am totally down. With a date, I mean.”

- She smiles, stepping closer toward you. Her hand brushes against your jaw, staring in a way that shoots right through your heart.

- “Glad to hear it. How about 9 AM? At our usual cafe?” 

- You nod, not trusting your mouth to say proper words at this moment.

- “Great. See you then, cutie.” Her thumb brushes against your bottom lip before she steps away and gives you a wave, walking toward her beat up pick up truck.

- You stand there, baffled, before realizing you’ve forgotten where you parked.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Episode 9 details

Here are some things that I couldn’t fit into my other analysis posts this week since there's just so much to write about...again.

Let's start with all the red and blue details...and there were quite a lot. First, the blue costumes of the play with the huge backdrop of red...and not to forget the pops of yellow - Pat and Pran's colours plus their love and happiness. I like that brown is also featured (I guess because the play's characters are peasants...?) but it adds to the theory that brown signifies sacrifice or yielding since Pran has sacrificed his own right to an apology from Wai and instead is pursuing him to try to apologise and reconcile.

Then we have the very obvious red and blue bibs for the rugby training - reminding us that there is an opposition between architecture and engineering...and therefore between Wai and Pat...but it's interesting that Pat gets given the red bib - it represents him being on Pran's side and on Wai's team, highlighting that he's doing his best to not oppose Wai/architecture any more. Note that Wai also has a blue t-shirt, so he's wearing the colours united...perhaps foreshadowing that he eventually accepts Pat and Pran's relationship. Again, I like the yellow flower on the coach's top - once again potentially showing Pat and Pran's blossomed love and happiness.

For the rugby game, the kit they're wearing has a lot more blue than red - emphasising that there are more engineering students in the team than architecture (to be fair we don't know what subjects the extras study but 🤷🏽‍♀️)...with Wai represented as the red stripe on their shorts. And again, there's a large blue gazebo (engineering) literally overshadowing the smaller red bag (Wai).

This is a terrible screenshot (the best i could do unfortunately) but I LOVED the pink, blue, and yellow drinks in the bar. On one hand, they are Pat and Pran's colours and their love and happiness BUT they are also the pansexual flag colours - following the hotpot double date, Pat's words could be interpreted as him being pansexual.

For the final blue detail, Wai has a blue cloth and the same rich blue is in the background. In a way, the cloth is symbolic of both how Wai views Pat and also Pat's involvement in this situation - first, in Wai's eyes Pat is unworthy of more than being dragged through the dirt, and second, the cloth is used to remove the spilt beer from the floor but then Pat also 'removes' the beer by stopping the guy from spilling more.

Sticking with Wai and the other rugby guy (TORG), I really liked the location by the bathrooms. It's probably all arbitrary BUT I like patterns and linking things so here's my interpretation: First, there's red, blue, and yellow in the painting of the woman's face behind Wai and she's looking towards Wai and TORG almost like a witness - maybe a nod to the fact that the CCTV camera captures this scene which helps Pat later. There is also a huge swathe of brown on the wall - later Wai finally yields and helps out Pat and Pran with the video footage. Lastly, there's a small circle of mint green between Wai and TORG - and with mint green potentially being used as a signifier of Pat and Pran's union as a couple, it could be a little indicator that the real issue causing Wai to fight TORG is in fact his frustration with them and not the guy in front of him.

I also noticed what I presume is Wai's nametag (anyone who understands Thai script - let me know if I've made the wrong assumption)....which looks like a 'b' in Latin script (i.e. English) and therefore an upside down and backwards 'P' 👀 I wonder if his name was deliberately chosen because of this...(okay, I'm really reaching with this one...)

And lastly, although Pran's te-shirt isn't referring specifically to a christmas holiday (it looks more like a beach theme), I think it says "Holiday Mode Yay", which seems like a nod to the fact that it was broadcast on christmas eve. 🧐

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[moonbeamwritings]

the rugby shirt incident

Summary: Jonathan was beginning to think he’d gone crazy as he desperately searched for his missing rugby shirt. Surely, it’d turn up eventually, right? Maybe you’d have an idea as to where it was. (College AU)

Author’s Note: I’m once again glad that y’all are constantly humoring me and my Very Specific ideas. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!!

Jonathan awoke and upon checking the time, 7:30 AM on a Monday, of all days, realized that if he didn’t attempt to crawl out now, he’d be stuck forever. As he blearily glanced around the room, his eyes landed on you, cuddled up to his chest as you slept soundly beside him.

God, his heart broke to leave you here like this.

Knowing he would be late for class if he didn’t escape, he gently began to slip his arm out from under you, eyes focused on your face to catch any signs of disturbance. With his arm removed, now came the hard part. 

As quietly and slowly as possible, Jonathan began maneuvering his giant body over yours, shifting and moving all of his limbs one at a time until his feet finally landed on the floor. With one last look at your sleeping form, he began getting ready for the day.

“JoJo? What’re you doin’?” You mumbled, tucking your head into the pillows to shield your eyes from the morning sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

No, he thought, but I was so careful.

“Oh love, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I have to get to class.”

“S’okay,” you replied, mind and body still clouded with sleep, “Have a good day.”

He couldn’t stop the grin from lighting up his face, “You too, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you.”

With your sleepy affirmation and after a soft kiss to your forehead, Jonathan was ready to start his day.

You, on the other hand, not so much. 

Even with another hour of rest under your belt, climbing out of Jonathan’s bed began to seem damn near impossible. Willing yourself to just get up already, you ripped off the sheets and began collecting your own things. As you slipped a pair of socks on, you felt a shiver run down your spine and goosebumps rise on your skin. A problem, you thought, that could only be solved in one way.

His rugby shirt.

Shoving notebooks into your backpack, you caught sight of the green and white striped collared shirt slung over the back of Jonathan’s desk chair. 

As your relationship with Jonathan got more serious, you had been itching to get your hands on his uniform. The hugs you’d given him after games had clued you in to just how soft it was, only fueling your obsession with the article of clothing. Taking the shirt into your hands, you brought it up to your nose. It smelled just like his cologne mixed with something so uniquely him that it made you swoon. You really couldn’t explain it, but the man just smelled heavenly no matter what and you were about to take full advantage.

Not only did he smell so good, but Jonathan was also huge, so you were positively swimming in the shirt, sleeves way past your hands, hem drifting down your thighs. Deciding to give yourself at least somewhat of a shape, you tucked part of the front into your pants.

“Jonathan really is huge.” You chuckled, turning from side to side as you glanced into his mirror.

Beginning to warm up and surrounded by the comforting scent of your beloved boyfriend, you were finally ready to start your day.

Jonathan’s roommate, Speedwagon, watched as you hustled out the door of their apartment, rushing to slip your shoes on, an all too familiar rugby shirt hanging off your body.

Oh, this was gonna be good, he thought.

After a long day of classes, Jonathan returned to the apartment to get his things together for rugby, thankful that it was nothing more than a simple practice. As he stuffed his socks into his duffle bag, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He could have sworn his uniform had been right there, draped over the back of his chair. With the offending shirt nowhere in sight, he flung open drawers and rifled through his closet, but to no avail.

“Speedwagon?” He called, sticking his head out into the hallway.

“Yeah?” Robert called back, mirroring his roommate’s actions to see what was the matter, “What is it?”

“Have you seen my rugby shirt? I can’t find it anywhere.”

Biting back a smile, Speedwagon feigned ignorance, “I don’t do your laundry, JoJo. I have no idea where it is.”

“Thanks anyway.”

Moving back into his room, he worked through a million different places it could be. After deciding that it was definitely not left behind in his anthropology class, Jonathan assumed that Dio must have taken it for one reason or another.

With a sigh, he ventured off to practice, grateful that he didn’t necessarily need it today.

“Dio, did you take my rugby shirt?”

The sneer Dio gave him nearly had Jonathan doubling back, “Why would I take your stinky, sweaty clothes, JoJo?”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan replied accusingly, “You stole it that one time to make me look bad.”

“Tch, yeah, one time. It’s not funny if I keep doing it now is it?” Dio bit back, refusing to give his adoptive brother any more attention.

Jonathan rolled his eyes.

After a successful practice, Jonathan dragged his tired body home, quick to shower and collapse into bed, still thinking about where his shirt had gone.

Days passed and the loss of his rugby jersey began to manifest in a worsening mood the longer it was gone, the situation exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t so much as seen you since Monday morning. You were just as busy as he was, he knew that, but he missed the feeling of your skin in his hands and the sound of your laugh.

After another long, exhausting day, Jonathan decided enough was enough and headed off to your apartment.

He knocked and knocked, but still received no answer. He could’ve sworn your Friday class was out already… Right? Just as he brought a fist up to knock again, the door was being pulled open.

There you were, wearing his rugby shirt that was entirely too large for you, rubbing sleepily at your eyes with the sleeves.

“JoJo? What are you doing here?”

Without answering, he gripped at the extra fabric at your waist to pull you close to his chest, pressing his lips to yours. As he felt your lips move against his, he relished in your warmth and the soft material between his fingers.

When he pulled away, he couldn’t help but stare down at you in wonder, moving his hands up to gently cradle your face. “You look so cute. I’ve been looking for this shirt.”

“Sorry,” you replied sheepishly, “I just had to steal it. It looked way too comfy.”

You watched as a rosy blush spread across his cheeks as he rushed to whisk away your apology. “No, no, it’s fine... I just- why would you want to wear my smelly rugby shirt?”

It was your turn for embarrassment. “Well, I-I don’t think it smells all that bad. It just smells like... like you. I like it.”

Bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, Jonathan didn’t even think he could force himself to speak. You liked the smell? Of his rugby shirt? Of him? He’d never heard that before. 

“You do?”

“Mhm,” you murmured, pushing your lips against his again, “Now, do you wanna come inside or not?”

“Yes please.”

You couldn’t keep track of the amount of times you’d caught Jonathan’s gaze, giggling as his eyes shot away from yours the moment he’d noticed you staring back.

“You can take a picture, if it’d make it easier,” you teased, butting your head against his shoulder.

“I just like seeing you in my clothes, you should take them more often, but uh-” He replied, chuckling as he slung an arm around your shoulders.

“But what?”

“I do have a match this weekend, so I’ll need it back.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, JoJo,” you joked, pretending to think it over, “this shirt might be too good to give up.”

With a sudden surge of confidence, Jonathan tilted your chin up to lock eyes with you, lips dangerously close to yours, “I could think of one way I could get it back.”

[gainerstories]

Fatter Exchange Student: Chapter 7

This is a community story with each chapter authored by a different writer in the gaining community. This chapter is penned by Feeder86.

Read prior chapters here.

Bleecker stood in the middle of the changing rooms feeling more powerful than he ever had in his entire life. Tonight’s training had been mostly tackling skills and he had gone all out. One guy stood to the side, rotating his aching shoulder, whilst another was stretching out his heavily bruised thigh; both of them having taken a huge blow from Bleecker out on the field.

“You alright, guys?” he asked; a sadistic grin wanting to spread across his face.

He might not be able to keep up with these guys when running, but with his added weight, he could throw them around like twigs.

In return, Bleecker received displeased frowns, making him chuckle a little to himself. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he were oblivious as to why they were so moody with him. He lifted off his sweat-drenched rugby shirt and caught the many little glances from one guy to the next, as they all took in the size of his uncovered, monstrously swollen stomach. It was getting bigger every week, and every one of them could see it. His chest was massive and muscular; stronger than he had ever been in his life. Yet he had grown a genuinely huge gut, fat-filled and bloated; creating a distinctive, ball-like appearance under his shirts.

Bleecker lived for these displays, willing everyone to look at his body and see how big he was growing. He pulled down his shorts and then his underwear, completely comfortable with his own nudity; enjoying making an exhibition of himself. And why not? He was the largest man on this team by almost one hundred pounds. He strutted to the showers, throwing his arms out that little bit more, to really emphasise the point. If this team was going to have an alpha male, he had no doubt that it would be him.

“Oh, you’re back!” smiled Sebastian, as Bleecker strutted in through the door that evening. “How was training?”

“Awesome!” Bleecker smirked, throwing his bag on the floor and heading straight to the refrigerator for his full-fat milk.

He lifted the gallon-sized container and began chugging it down, feeling his stomach bloat and swell. He swallowed and swallowed, trying to take as much as he could in one go. Then, with less than half remaining, he paused, lowering the milk and giving off a tremendous, roaring burp. Upon hearing it, Sebastian laughed and nodded in approval.

“That was a noisy one!” he smiled. “Someone was thirsty after rugby training, huh? I’ve never seen anyone take down as much milk as you can!”

Bleecker smirked confidently. Words could not describe how much he loved people commenting on his massive appetite and capacity. He could feel his crotch stirring almost instantly. But he loved it even more when it was Sebastian doing the commenting. Over the last few months that he had lived here, the handsome Greek boy had puffed up like a blowfish. That conventionally attractive Mediterranean body had altered beyond all recognition. The guy’s hips had packed on the blubber, ruining the previously slender butt and developing love handles that seemed to peek out of his shirts, no matter what he wore.

His face was soft and flabby looking, with massive fat-filled cheeks taking away his cheekbones, and a new double chin, masking what was otherwise a very handsome jawline. Sebastian’s chest now resembled two mounds of blubber, with pointed and almost sagging nipples straining against the material of his shirts. But below that was the best of all; a full and round pot belly that seemed to be swelling each and every day.

He wondered what Sebastian’s friends and family would say back at home. Would they be shocked and disappointed with him? Would they point the finger of blame at his new chubby boyfriend? Or, even better, would they accuse his monstrously-sized housemate for helping him to pick up bad eating habits? Damn! Even this thought was getting him hard!

Things were finally starting to return to normal between the pair of them after that rather awkward kiss. He didn’t know what had caused him to lose himself like that. Sebastian had tried to talk to him about it a few times afterwards, but Bleecker had shrugged him off; making a joke about being overly tired and a little hungover that morning. Felix had been around the apartment more and more over the last few weeks and hadn’t had it out with him for hitting on his boyfriend. There could be only one reason for that, Bleecker concluded; Sebastian hadn’t told him.

“Is Felix coming over tonight?” Bleecker asked.

“Not tonight,” Sebastian replied, shaking his head. “He has an assignment due tomorrow, so he’s working on that.”

Bleecker nodded, feeling both pleased and disappointed. It was nice to have Sebastian to himself, but he also loved seeing chubby Felix about the place. The thought of him and Sebastian having sex in the room next to him made him even more aroused than usual. He imagined their overfed chubby bodies touching each other, admiring their shapes and fresh fat. Not only that, but Felix seemed to be highly skilled at getting Sebastian to eat even more than usual, with the pair of them having incredibly greedy appetites; real, genuine gluttony that was only surpassed by his own. That was why both of them seemed to be packing on the fat at an ever increasing pace. Their clothes fitted awkwardly around their new flesh, unflatteringly hugging love-handles, back fat and moobs. Bleecker began to wonder what would become of them both if they both carried on this path; but that thought aroused him even more.

“Never mind,” Bleecker sighed. “I hope he gets it finished tonight.”

“I was going to order some pizza, if you wanted to join me?” Sebastian suddenly asked, as Bleecker began to walk away. His voice had a strange pleading tone to it, as if he were suddenly desperate to keep Bleecker from heading into his bedroom for the night.

Still clutching his gallon of milk and his stomach stubbornly full from the take-out he’d picked up on the way home, Bleecker hadn’t really intended to eat anything else tonight. But he’d made a promise to himself to never say no to food. How else was he going to keep upping his size and knocking those guys down on his team like bowling pins?  

“Sure,” he nodded nonchalantly. “I’m always up for some pizza.”

An hour later, Bleecker sat, puffing like a whale in the lounge. If there was one downside to all this extra weight, it was these damned humid nights where he simply couldn’t cool down. Before the pizzas had arrived, he’d taken himself for a cold shower and now sat there on the couch in only his underwear, still feeling the creeping sweat spread across his large body. He packed two pizzas into his stomach, feeling its heat firing up the furnace of his gut, and he took massive swigs of his milk, until even that had gone. It was so freaking hot tonight, he complained bitterly within his own head.

“Finished already?” asked Sebastian from the other chair.

“Yeah,” nodded Bleecker, feeling the stretch of his own stomach and noting with pride that Sebastian was over half way through his own second pizza. The guy’s appetite had really come along since he’d been here.

“Try stacking the slices on top of each other when you eat. It helps you to get it down faster,” he advised the chubby boy, like a professional. “Is yours the extra-cheese option?” he asked, taking a peek, and feeling surprised to feel his mouth watering at the sight and smell of it.

“Yeah, double cheese and the four meat feast pizza,” Sebastian nodded, sighing and slapping his round, fat little belly.

Bleecker chuckled and smirked. He could remember the time when he too would have found eating all that difficult.

“Good man,” he nodded, wishing that the guy would take his shirt off so that he could see how round and bloated all this would be making his stomach.

He wanted to get up and get some ice cream, but he felt too aroused. Going in just his underwear had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he felt completely trapped; unless he didn’t mind Sebastian seeing what all of this eating was doing for his crotch.

“Come on, Sebastian!” he coaxed from the sofa, as the chubby guy continued to try and push it down. “There aren’t many American guys who could eat all that, but I know you can do it!”

Smiling, Sebastian stacked his remaining slices and pushed them down. Bleecker could see that his roommate was uncomfortably full. Each chew was an effort and every swallow an unbelievable achievement. He knew Sebastian’s pain, for he too had trained his body to take these massive quantities. He was still training though, every day becoming a little bit greedier.

“That was pretty good!” Bleecker nodded from the couch, his huge arms spread across the back of the cushions. This was the only place he would sit in the lounge these days; right in the middle of the sofa, as if he was training himself to fill the large space. “You’ve eaten almost as much as me!”

Sebastian seemed delighted by the observation. “I’ll be big enough to play rugby like you, if I carry on eating like this!”

Bleecker burst out laughing, assuming that Sebastian was joking. “You’re serious?” he questioned apologetically, when he realised that he wasn’t. “Rugby?”

“Well, you like rugby, and Felix used to play in high school. But I thought you needed a bit of weight on you to play the game?” Sebastian asked innocently.

“That really depends on your position,” Bleecker considered. He looked at Sebastian’s body, wondering how well he could get around a field; not very well, was his guess. “Stand up,” he ordered curiously. “I want to have a look at you.”

Sebastian smiled and did as he was told; taking his shirt off at the same time. He stood there and tensed his relatively small muscles, concealed well under the mounting layers of blubber.

“Well, you’ve got potential,” Bleecker nodded, trying to hide his arousal.

With Sebastian’s shirt off, he could see every inch of fresh fat: the love handles, the nipples, the stretch marks decorating the skin surrounding his deep belly button. Not only that, but without a shirt on, Bleecker could see just how thick, wide and protrusive Sebastian’s butt had grown, above his flabby unconditioned thighs. He beckoned Sebastian closer and lifted the fattened exchange student’s arms up so that he could inspect his body even more. Damn! Look at those love handles!

“So, I have potential, huh?” Sebastian asked, almost flirtatiously.

Bleecker couldn’t resist; he’d tried for so long. He placed a hand on Sebastian’s butt and another on the furthest expanse of the boy’s tight belly; just marvelling at his new, blubbery thickness. This was what he wanted. This was what he was going to have. All this fat that hadn’t been there a few months ago; and who could tell how big he’d be getting within another few months?

“Not for rugby. Not a chance!” he clarified to Sebastian, unable to resist giving a little shake with his strong hands, making the fat ripple through the boy’s middle. “But you definitely have potential, nonetheless…”

“Am I too fat for rugby?” Sebastian asked, clearly aroused and seemingly desperate for Bleecker to agree with him.

He placed his hand over Bleecker’s fingers, that were resting on his gut, and then made them pinch around his new, lardy stomach fat.

“Am I too fat, Bleecker?” he asked, more seriously and flirtatious than ever.

Bleecker’s arousal was spiking beyond belief. Here he was holding one of the guys he had been flirting with for so long. This chub was saying all the right things and hitting each one of his kinks.

“Not yet…” Bleecker replied confidently, surprised at how bold he felt, even without a few beers down him tonight.

Then he squeezed Sebastien’s large, buttery glute and shook it, admiring just how soft and pliable it was getting.

“But… I can make you too fat, if you want?” he grinned, suddenly taking his hand away from Sebastian’s oversized butt so that he could rub his own, massive ball-gut. “I can make all three of us far, far too fat!”

Sebastian looked curiously at Bleecker. “All three of us?” he asked in confusion.

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[emmy-writes-sometimes]

The Hoodie Problem

A wardrobe mistake costs you and Henry the privacy of your relationship. 

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           “No,” you groaned as your heard the dreaded chiming of the Alexa alarm. “No, no, no, turn it off!”

           “You have to say its name, dearie,” a tired Henry grumbled in response. You could feel him pull you tighter, deeper into his warm arms. “Alexa, stop the alarm.” The alarm stopped right after.

           “It’s currently 6:20 AM. The weather in London, England, is currently 6 degrees Celsius and will be sunny for the rest of the day. There are no unread emails for your .edu or gmail.com account. One package, containing 3 makeup brushes and dog treats will be arriving to 102…’

           “Will she shut up?” You groaned in response, turning back into Henry’s warm body. The room was freezing cold, and the dog had already gotten off the bed.

           “I don’t think she’s done yet.” In a single second, the opening riff of Back in Black started playing. “Alright, love, you actually need to go.”

           “No,” you grumbled. “Fuck class, I don’t wanna go to class. I hate it anyway, and I don’t wanna sit there and listen to my history professor talk about an asshole and defend his work when it’s already shit anyway.” Henry chuckled, sending another wave of heat through your body, making you want to stay even more.

           “You won’t get to argue your vulgar point if you’re late.” You sighed and started to sit up, yelling at Alexa to stop playing music. “Go, darling, otherwise I won’t get out of bed either.”

           “You’re such an asshole in the morning,” you responded, wrestling yourself onto the floor. A gigantic ball of fluff followed you, expecting his breakfast. “Can I borrow a hoodie? Left mine in the laundry.”

           “Which you only did so you can borrow one of mine. They should all be clean, just find one that can cover the bruises on your neck.” You sighed, spying a hoodie from a charity Rugby match Henry had done the month before, and after slapping deodorant onto your under-arms you pulled it on over her sports bra. You hoped it would be enough. Quite honestly, you didn’t care who saw the hickies on your neck. Anyone who was going to see was an adult who should act like an adult about it. Your hair would have to do since it wasn’t too greasy, and after deciding just to leave it down, you finished up in Henry’s adjoining bathroom and walked back to the bedroom.

           “Covered?” You asked.

           “Yep. Leave me your keys, take the Merc, and I’ll pick it up from the shop after my workout, I want them to check the paint on the hood, too.” He looked you up and down, sitting up in bed as you walked over to give him a kiss.

           “Thanks, babe.”

           “You look beautiful,” he responded with a smile.

           “I do not.”

           “You do!” Without bothering to look at the back of the sweatshirt, Henry got out of bed and went into the bathroom. You yawned as the massive dog zoomed down the stairs, waiting for breakfast. Kal sniffed around as you set foot on the stair landing, probably wondering why your vanilla perfume was mixed with the scent of Henry’s strong aftershave. Truth be told, you were glad. It was a comforting smell.

           “Be a good boy, Kal, Papa’s gonna feed you in a minute.” The dog panted in excitement and went to go stand by his water bowl, where he would inevitably drool for the rest of the time until Henry came to feed him. You placed your things from the dining room table, your makeshift desk, into your backpack, refilled your water bottle, and took a few seconds to exchange your keys with Henry’s keys. With another glance around the house, making sure you didn’t leave any chargers behind, you walked out the front door and began to adjust Henry’s car to fit your height. You felt like something was off, but you couldn’t describe it. Instead you went to go get your coffee and find a place to park before your frightfully early class.

           “You look knackered,” a voice said behind you as you finally climbed out of the car an hour and a half later. It wasn’t the first time you’d borrowed one of Henry’s cars, but at least it was the humblest of the three he had. The McLaren wasn’t something he even trusted himself to drive sometimes, he’d finally gotten rid of the Clio collecting dust at his parents’ house, and the Aston was his precious baby you didn’t dare go near. But you were endlessly grateful he let you borrow the Merc. You just wished it wasn’t so flashy. It was ten times flashier than the seven-year-old Hyundai you’d inherited from your mother. Especially in the parking spot right in front of the building ten minutes before class where people could see you getting out of it. The voice who’d spoken was Anna, your best friend, and supposed roommate if you ever came home.

           “Trust me when I say that man needs a new coffee machine, because I’m sick of having to leave the house at seven in the morning to go buy some,” you groaned in response, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. It was heavy as hell, but you were carrying most of your things in it because you didn’t have time to go back to your barely lived-in dorm room. Your other hand held your gigantic coffee, the biggest one you could buy because apparently British people preferred caffeine-free tea in the morning. People called you absolutely crazy for getting cold drinks when it was cold outside, too, but you didn’t care.

           “You realize your neck is completely purple, right? I doubt an espresso machine is the reason you’re so tied.” You scoffed at Anna’s statement. In reality it hadn’t been crazy sex keeping you up for the past few nights – you’d been working so late that Henry came up to you the night before and wouldn’t stop biting at your neck until you agreed to come to bed, hoping it would embarrass you into having better sleeping habits. But sex was a much better story.  

           “Is it really bad?” You asked.

           “No. Not from the front.” Anna started walking backwards up the building’s staircase, opening the door for the two of you. Your classroom was the first one on the left, a massive auditorium, because everyone had to take the History of Wagnerian Opera class for some stupid reason. You took your normal places in the bright room, taking your laptops out onto the desks. You fully expected to have to plug it in, but Henry, the ever helpful boyfriend, had plugged it in when he found it half dead the night before.

           “Had a rough night, did you, Yankee?” Another voice asked behind you. It was Isaac, another student you’d been friends with from the moment you stepped on campus.

           “What on Earth gave you that idea?” You asked as you took a sip of coffee. Isaac leaned closer, looking down at the back of the sweatshirt you were wearing. The hood barely covered the top of the lettering on your back. It read Cavill in white letters, and underneath it was the number 01. It was obviously customized, and well-loved judging by the fading English rose that was the logo for Henry’s favorite team. It was about three sizes too large, too, adding to the evidence that the hoodie didn’t belong to you. Isaac and Anna knew you were dating Henry, but most people had no idea. It wasn’t like you were hiding it, because you weren’t. Henry just wanted to protect you from the craziness that came with dating him, including paparazzi and prying eyes that would try to find their way into every little thing you did with or without him. You hadn’t signed an NDA or anything, but Henry was insistent on protecting you for as long as he could. You were fourteen years younger than him and he loved you dearly and nothing could change that.

           “You do realize that the back of your hoodie says HIS name on it, don’t you?” Isaac said quietly, hoping no one else in the auditorium heard.

           “What?” You asked in response. You could feel your face going red.

           “It says Cavill 01.”

           “Oh, shit.” You couldn’t take it off because the only thing you were wearing underneath it was a thin sports bra, and of course Henry’s car was so spotless on the inside that there was no chance of there being an extra shirt in there. Come to think of it, he’d been lounging around in the sweatshirt the night before. Shit, you thought. How could you miss it? How could you screw up that badly? What if this ruined everything?

           “Oh shit is right,” Anna remarked.

           “Does my hair cover it?” Isaac looked down at your hair. The lecture was about to start, but the thought of maybe losing Henry over a hoodie made you want to sit in the corner and cry.    

           “No. Neither does the hood.” You sank lower into the seat.

           “Maybe people won’t care. Cavill’s a common last name here.”

           “No, not really. And I think they will.” You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest.

           “Just don’t mention it to anybody and wear your bag when you can. Problem solved.”

           “I’ll get you something else later,” Anna cut in. In reality everyone already knew something was up. You had mentioned a few times, offhand, that you had almost moved into your boyfriend’s house and was commuting from Kensington. And you mentioned one day that he was an actor, much less that he was one of the most well-known actors in the entire world. Your phone had his name as Hank, and even though the connection wasn’t immediate, it was still enough to make someone think of the name Henry. Damn the British and their overly common name diminutives.

           “I swear to God, I’ll strangle whoever even thinks about it,” you sighed in response, putting your head down until the professor started class. You didn’t need to take notes quite yet, and pulled up the messages between you and Henry. The last night it was just on my way, got the food! And you are an absolute angel. Drive safe. His name wasn’t completely revealed at the conversation.

           We have a problem. Henry started typing immediately.

           You didn’t crash the car, did you????

           No, but that probably would’ve been better…

           Please explain.

           Promise you won’t get mad?

           What’s wrong???

           I picked up your hoodie from last night and it has your name on the back and it hides my neck but it has your name on it and there’s nothing under it so I can’t take it off and I’m freaking out because you don’t want people to know and I’m sorry, I just screwed up so bad. I’m such an idiot.

           It’s okay. Calm down. You’re not an idiot. You’re an absolute moron and I love you anyway

           I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t want anyone to know.

           The only reason I didn’t want anyone to know is because I didn’t want anyone to make you upset because I’m stupidly in love with you and people will try to tell you otherwise. It’ll be okay. If they find out they find out. Don’t worry about it. Really.

           I feel like an idiot now.

           I’m sure you look better in it than I do anyway. Don’t worry about it, love. I’ll see you at home and we’ll figure it out.

           Thank you.

           I love you!!!!

           Love you more dimples.

           You smiled a little, sitting back into your chair and starting to type out notes about the dark undertones within Ride of the Valkyrie. For the rest of class, it was fine. But you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous for your next class. Isaac wasn’t there to back you up, and Anna sat on the other side of the room because you always distracted each other. You were on your own, taking in the scent of Henry’s aftershave that was left on the sweatshirt from the night before. It helped you calm down at least a little, even if the name on the back made you nervous. You sat lower in the chair than usual, but it didn’t stop at least one person knowing.

           “You like Henry Cavill too?” Elizabeth, the most annoying person on Earth (and a completely mediocre pianist with no sense of emotion who only got in because her father works for the royal family), said as she strained to read the sweatshirt on the way to her seat.

           “Yep.” You tried to play it off and wipe out the conversation before it even started. Never before had you wanted to listen to your old white professor rant about other old dead white guys. “He’s a good actor.”

           “I’m, like, so in love with him,” Elizabeth responded. Henry rolled his eyes every single time you said a word about Elizabeth, but you’d never tell her that. “Like, he’s just so dreamy.”

           “Oh, yeah,” you responded without even thinking. “He’s gorgeous.” You didn’t even realize what you said until Elizabeth’s eyes danced with a grin that matched her mouth.

           “You know him?” She exclaimed.

           “I mean, um, yeah, my internship…” you tried to cover, but it definitely didn’t work.

           “Shut up, you know him? Or, oh my gosh, is he the guy you’re dating?” You could tell that all of the color drained from your face and the room suddenly felt hot. You weren’t going to lie about it, but she would also be one of the first few people to know. And it wouldn’t be long before she blabbed her mouth to her followers.

           “I heard he likes younger girls anyway,” Ellen, the girl who sat behind Elizabeth, said. That was the cue for you to realize that everyone else was listening, too, and they couldn’t just mind their business. Your hands shifted uncomfortably inside the pocket of Henry’s sweatshirt. The room was definitely getting warmer.

           “Yeah,” you responded quietly. “We’ve been dating a few months and didn’t want to tell anyone yet. But you figured it out, so congrats.” You swallowed a lump in your throat. On the one hand you were glad that it wasn’t going to be a secret anymore. You didn’t want to hide how much you loved the curly-haired idiot who was too large for his own good.

           “Oh my GOD!” Elizabeth said excitedly. She was a little too loud with it. You just turned back around and pulled out your phone, hands shaking from the anxiety of what Henry had said. He said you were good enough, but what happened when the world was able to judge you?

           Well, Elizabeth figured it out. Not long until she spills to her 22 followers. And then their 22 followers.

           At least I can post that picture you took with me on the beach…

           The ugly one where I almost drowned after? Nooooo please!!!

           Oh that’s not what I was thinking about, but now that you mention it, my fingers might just slip…

           This conversation is DONE, fat Cavill! I swear I’ll punch the dimples right out of you.

           You underestimate me, little one.

           Cavill, this class is an hour long and I swear if I get out and you did something I will make you sleep on your own couch for the next year.

           Guess you’ll just have to fight me when you get home…

           With that, the conversation was over. Most people in the room didn’t seem to notice or care, but Elizabeth and Ellie did. Your friends didn’t for the most part, but you would assume some would turn on you. And you could tell that they were going to do whatever they could to make sure everyone knew that they knew before anyone else. It was strange to think that Henry was being so cool with it, that he wanted there to be a before people knew and an after. You shut your mind off and did your best to focus, even though it wasn’t very well.

           You got up at the end of class and packed your things, ready to brave the library until your next class, but you exited the room and there was someone standing at the entry hallway. Henry. And he was holding another coffee in one hand, and draped on his other arm was a shirt. He’d never been in public with you without some stupid disguise on, much less to bring you coffee in between classes.

           “Henry?” You asked, slightly too loudly. Elizabeth and Ellen turned toward you, but you blew past them to see Henry. He was grinning, from ear to ear.

           “So apparently, according to the internet in the past few minutes I’ve been in the car, I’m cradle robbing. Apparently you’re Instagram-model material, which I could’ve told you,” he said. “I brought you another coffee for dealing with bullshit, and I brought you another shirt in case you want to change.”

           “Can I keep this one?” You asked, looking down at Henry’s that you were still wearing. “And you didn’t post the bad picture of me yet?”

           “No, I was waiting for your approval,” he responded. He reached for his phone and handed it to you, and it was opened to a set of pictures he hadn’t posted yet.

           @henrycavill: The real Mission Impossible is getting her to stay still long enough to take a picture with her favorite old man. To be clear, though; she is MINE and I couldn’t be happier. I will sword-fight ANYONE to defend her honor!!

           It was a series of five pictures, all of them the two of you together, some of them cuter than others, and you just grinned. You couldn’t believe he was okay with everything, and you couldn’t believe that he was actually standing there with you, braving the people in your class just to hand you a coffee and offer you a shirt.

           “I love you,” you said quietly. He smiled in response. “Really.”

           “I love you too. I don’t care who knows.” You laughed and hugged him tightly, even though he was still holding your coffee. “But I do want the Merc back, your car is outside.”

           “Whatever you say, cradle-robber.”

A/N: I’m in an opera history class right now and it’s so frustrating that I’m definitely taking it out here. I hope the person who requests this loves it as much as I did because omg I love this 😭

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The Fairly Oddparents: Season 5 Episode 2b Part 2

The school bus manages to arrive at the school before the weight of all the passengers cause the tires to blow out. The students then casually roll out of the bus with a bounce, starting with supporting characters Chester and AJ. and finishing with a blonde girl and boy. (Pic 1)

In the school hallway there’s more to see with other male roly poly students, which include the bespectacled boil-sporting Elmer, Chester and AJ again, four other boys and a sole female character, an finally Timmy. (Pic 2) Timmy, sitting in the middle of the hallway, looks even larger than he was in the first fat scene, being taller and wider, sporting a clear double chin. When he’s sitting down, he has an egg-shaped body, but when he stands up, he as a totally round body. As it’s been pointed out to me, Timmy actually undergoes a gradual weight gain throughout this episode, and this scene shows it. Either in-between scenes he’s been snacking on the bus (which given what we see later on, I wouldn’t be surprised if the bus now supplied junk food) or this takes place later in the day, allowing more time to indulge himself and gain those extra pounds. (Pic 3)

Francis, the older bully character who’s naturally tall and heavily-built, now has the shape of a rugby ball in addition to three chins. (Pic 4) He tries to fit the disguised alien Mark in a locker due to how small he is. Mark is the only character to remain thin due to having healthy food for dessert on his homeworld. Fortunately, because of how overweight they is, the bullies are too slow to grab Mark and waddle in vain as the alien walks away, quickly falling to the floor. Blonde rich boy Tad also appears, sporting a more normal fat design with a big shirt-riding gut, a large rear and a very plump face, his bulk causing his vehicle to give in and stop. This cuts away to a nice shot of the now-grounded Francis, his friends and Tad, in addition to a random fat boy not in any part of this scene before, their massive bodies bulging back and forth like waves as they breathe. (Pic 5)

As Mark moves past Timmy, the buck-toothed blimp now has his head sinking into his round frame while he points out to himself that now Francis is too swollen to be of any harm to anyone. (Pics 6-7) Francis sits up trying to catch his breath, but winds up falling back down, leading us to see his rump to show just how ill-fitting his clothes are. (Pic 8)

Timmy, stuffing his face with a chocolate bar, then has to head over to class; he stands up but it clearly takes effort, compared to how he walked around no problem in the first fat scene. Thankfully he’s now become so spherical he can roll on his own, which he proceeds to do, having to concentrate for it. (Pic 9)