#post session 36 ask

[deus-ex-mona]

up next on chapter 36 of idol sengen… _(:3 」∠)_

[fishermanshook]

ASK: pretty pretty please… fools gold.. smut if you can.. I CANT KEE EDGING TO HIM WHENEVER I MATCH AGAINST HIM 😞💻 I GOTTA TAKE HIS CRYSTAL ROCK COCK

ROCK HARD!

( fools gold sex h/c’s ) + gn!reader

# MINOR WRITING SMUT , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

I suppose it is your fault, you shouldn’t have underestimated your boyfriend's ability to fuck you raw in his bedroom, not caring who hears either of you or if his Survivor counterpart walks in as you do it on his bed. 

His opposite shouldn't be back for a while though, as he's stuck in a match against that Ivy chick. Guess you'll just have to stick it out for a while, huh? Don't worry, he'll make it worth the wait. 

꒰wc꒱ 535

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is undoubtedly rough with you in the bedroom. Leaving marks in their wake decorated across your soft and delicate flesh unlike his own. Bruises from your last session have only just started to fade away to make room for more to come.              (He doesn't mean to hurt you, it's just that you're so much tinier than he is and he can't help but toy with you a bit.)

↳ on top of this, jealousy runs through the Hunter's veins. The cuts and bruises and hickeys and whatever else he does to mark you up is an indication of who and what you belong to. He can’t stand watching you interact with the other Survivors and, hell, that pesky Prospector who takes up far too much of your time. Time that could be better spent splitting you in half. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold is such a tease too. He'll mess around with your tiny little body and force you to leave for your match all hot and bothered. It's all part of the plan though because it means you'll just come crawling back to him for relief, not realizing what you're getting yourself into. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who loves to get messy in bed and uses his hands and fingers to make you cum 1, 2, 3 too many times, leaving your body overstimulated and all too sensitive to his rough touch. It doesn't matter how many times you beg or whine or claw at the rocks on his back, he doesn't stop. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is always the one on top. It doesn't matter if you start it or end it, you'll always manage to find him towering over you with that same devilish smirk that adorns his face. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who has the stamina of a 10-time gold place Olympian runner. He can go all night and then morning and then night again if called for. But know that once he starts, he won’t stop. The little sympathy he has goes toward calling it a night after round 5 or after you've passed out in his arms. He gets it, it's hard having a boyfriend who could last longer than he could. (Norton.)

The sound of keys unlocking the door pulls you from your aroused state as both you and Fools Gold turn your head toward the door. 

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Norton sighs while turning his head up towards the roof. 

"Speak of the devil, could you leave? We're kind of in the middle of something." Fools Gold says, still halfway inside you as you cover your body in embarrassment. 

"That’s it, both of you, OUT!" 

note: I picked this up b/c I thought it'd be interesting especially because I've never written for him before,,,also annon im going to haunt your dreams now b/c you didn’t read rules (I’m calling you rocky annon now if you ever decide to send in something else)

also you guys help I have 37 (36 after this post) drafts

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[idlerin]

CAN I CALL YOU MINE?

celebrity!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 9.3k

content — you're the miya twins younger sister yes, essentially brothers bsf (thats if sakusa treats atsumu as a bff, tsumu says yes, still up for debate), in this au inarizaki is based in tokyo!, as usual can be read as a stand-alone despite it being part of a mini series :3, uhh light angst for now, reader has had a crush on sakusa since childhood, she has a fan acc dedicated to him and he knows abt it too lol. oh and four year age gap.

it seemed like everyone (well, mostly your brothers) was against the idea of you liking sakusa, even sakusa himself. although you'd do everything you can to reach him, impossible it may be.

“IKARUS’ SAKUSA KIYOOMI and Haiba Alisa dating rumors heat up after viral video claims evidence of lovestagrams,” you read out loud, eyebrows furrowing, “What the hell are lovestagrams?”

Despite knowing this was more than likely a case of false assumptions made by story-starved journalists, you continued to read the article trending in your circle.

Fans express a mixture of dread and joy for a potential romance between Haiba Alisa and Sakusa Kiyoomi as a trending tiktok video compiles ‘dating evidence’ of the pair’s relationship. The video meticulously pieces together videos and clips of the past three years of Haiba and Sakusa’s interactions that seem to hint at a deeper relationship between the model and the music artist. The account also pieces together instagram posts of the pair that insinuate that they were near or at the same place, sharing similar poses reminiscent of ‘lovestagrams’ shared by couples.

That was when you stopped reading. You clicked out of the tab to quote the tweet the article was attached to. Words such as ‘when has sakusa ever seemed like the type to plan an ig layout?’ and ‘isn’t it weird to say that two people are dating just because they looked at each other or breathed at the same place’ that you both deleted in place of saying ‘i’d be happy if this were true’—you would not—‘only if sakusa announces it. like he’s said so many times that if he were to ever be in a relationship he’d tell the media himself’. A couple of seconds pass before you get a notification.

leia @keijisrealgf · 1m Replying to @kiyominiscient ur so real oomf. sakusa hates gossip pages byeee 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

[name] | kiyo’s future wife (real) @kiyominiscient · 36s Replying to @keijisrealgf  he’s like their worst enemy lol 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

leia @keijisrealgf · 6s Replying to @kiyominiscient hes more likely to date atsumu !!! 7:04 PM · Jul 3, 20XX

In the middle of typing out a reply, your door slams open harshly, “Oi, you better be ready, we’re leaving in thirty minutes,” the sight of your older brother, Osamu, in a plain shirt and jeans (which eerily reminds you of your father) makes you turn your attention to him, “You better still not be in pajamas.”

“Is it true that Kiyo’s dating Haiba?” you ask instead, tone in slight distress, rising from your lounge on the bed. Despite your reassurance for Sakusa’s other fans, you were more than less assured of anything. The last time you had a proper conversation with the man even through text was over a week ago, and he would never tell you if he was seeing anyone.

Osamu raised a brow, “How would I know if Kiyoomi was dating anyone? And Haiba? The model?”

“Yes, the model and I don’t know, does Atsumu not tell you or something? He would tell you if that were to ever happen, right? Right?” you were insistent. You knew your twin brothers had gossip sessions without you because of their weekly calls you walk into now that you’re temporarily staying with Osamu. You wouldn’t have wanted to sit through Atsumu’s girl problems anyway, he’d ask you directly for advice (he does this a lot) if he needed it.

“I guess so?” Osamu affirms, kind of.

“You didn’t notice anything when you visited their studio two weeks ago?” you ask, looking back at the dreaded day you scheduled a pilates class because you wanted to try it out and Osamu told you last minute when he dropped you off at the gym that he was going to the studio because Atsumu paid him to make food. You stood there, mouth agape, watching as your brother drove away, missing the chance to see the love of your life—what’s worse was Osamu did that because you would have asked to come with him, “Cause ‘Tsumu would never let him be! He’d be all up in his ass about it.”

Osamu contemplates your judgment of Atsumu, “Fair, he would do that. But I didn’t notice anyone acting differently last time I went.”

You sigh in relief, “Oh oka—”

“But doesn’t that mean if Kiyoomi were to get a girlfriend he would never tell ‘Tsumu?” Osamu thinks out loud, you froze at his glaringly correct answer, “Anyways, it’s none of our business. You’ve got to get over your silly crush on the guy. Now get up, you lazy bum.”

You frown before putting your laptop to the side after shutting it down—not forgetting to hit post on the reply—you stand up, patting down the white layered maxi skirt you were wearing and fixing the sides of your top before showing him your palms to show you were all ready before he starts to nag you, “Why would I ever be lazy with an opportunity to see Kiyo? I’ll just do my hair for a bit.”

Osamu blinks at you before sighing, already used to your comments about Sakusa, “Okay just do it quickly,” he says before leaving. You were staying with him while on vacation from university because you had nothing to do if you went back to your house. Your parents were currently on a three-month-long trip touring Europe, they should be back in a month or so, and you’d hate to be stuck in the dormitory without any company (your roommate and most of your other friends went back to their hometowns or abroad), so what was left was bothering one of your older brothers.

Your other brother, Atsumu, was too busy being a famous celebrity to house you. Alright, he’s not that mean, the reality was he was too busy moving out of his old condominium and moving into his shiny new penthouse to offer you a place to stay. Even if he did make an offer, you would choose to stay at Osamu’s any day because it meant you didn’t have to cook for yourself. As much as you were interested in Atsumu’s band activities, or more specifically, bandmate, you would not suffer through the horrors of living with him again even for only two months, you’ve had plenty of experience in that field. It’s not like Osamu wasn’t the same kind of horror, he is, just in a different font, but again, he can cook!

Securing the last strand of your hair and smiling at yourself in the mirror, you put your essentials in your handbag. Grabbing the bouquet of blue dahlias made out of paper you decided to make on a whim the past week once you found out Atsumu was hosting a housewarming party and Sakusa would most definitely be attending. You eye the three flowers you spent hours perfecting, you were badly hoping Sakusa would keep them this time. Unreachable. The meaning of the flower coincided with how you felt for him. You’ve had a slight obsession with flowers and their hidden meanings since you gave him a rose on his birthday a year ago.

You skip out of the guest room to see Osamu by the counter twirling his keys, he looks at the bouquet in your arms, you asked him if it looked pretty and he replied by muttering a ‘when the hell did you even get the time to do that’ before leading you out of his cozy apartment and heading to the parking lot. The drive didn’t feel like it was forty minutes, you were humming in excitement as you clutched your hand-made bouquet to your stomach on one hand as it sat daintily on your lap and scrolled through your phone on the other to read through the latest antics on twitter.

Soon enough you were thrown in to face the security check in at Atsumu’s new place, you kind of didn’t get it when Osamu was asked to show his ID when he said that he was Atsumu’s brother. Isn’t looking at his face already enough proof? But of course you get that it’s for security reasons, it was just funny to think about since they were literally carbon copies of each other.

You continued your humming until you were in front of Atsumu’s door, you quickly faced your brother, “Samu do I look okay?”

Osamu grunted out a yes (very unhelpful) as he told Atsumu through the phone to let you guys in. You stayed fiddling with the hem of your top when the door opened and you were greeted by Atsumu, his platinum blonde dyed hair one of the only clear distinctions he had with Osamu.

“Well if it isn’t my dearest beloved sibli—” you ducked under Atsumu mid-sentence, patting his back and absentmindedly saying a ‘yeah yeah love you too’. You were faced by nothingness, portraits and paintings but no sign of people, you do admit that his marble floors facing the skyline did pose a pretty view.

“If you’d let me finish my sentence, you would’ve known everyone’s out at the patio,” an arm was lurched on your shoulder, the same arm twisted you and angled you to the direction of open glass doors leading out to a private terrace where you spot familiar silhouettes. You heard Osamu’s footfalls follow behind you two. You couldn’t escape Atsumu’s hold and was forced to be etched at his side as he stood still on his main living area with no plans of moving anytime soon.

“She’s been restless for the past hour,” Osamu quips, sitting comfortably on a sofa chair and stretching, the comment makes you the subject of Atsumu’s jabs.

“Was it because you were excited to see me?” Atsumu grins down at you, using his free hand to murder the top of your head. You made a sound similar to a hiss as you tried to shoo his hand away.

You display your displeasure with a large frown, “I see you all the time through Samu,” you grumble.

“Gross!” Atsumu’s face scrunches and Osamu raises a threatening fist from his resting position, eyes closed and completely relaxed, “I meant seeing me, I raised you!”

“You were four when I was born,” you scrutinize, trying to get his arm off your shoulder and fail again, you kept glancing behind you where you would very much like to be at the moment, “And I do see you. On the trending page on youtube, tsu-tsu,” you chuckle at the latest nickname your brother was given because of his recent performance wearing a pink tutu. That specific performance of the band went to every corner of the internet because of the ridiculousness of their costumes (well mostly because of the ridiculousness of your brother too). You couldn’t help but think Sakusa still looked attractive wearing a colorful zebra print jumpsuit.

“I rocked that, didn’t I?” Atsumu smirked, unfazed by your obvious mockery.

“Can we go out now? Shouldn’t you be accommodating your guests or something, I’m hungry,” you groan, saying the last bit as an excuse, eyes drifting out again. You spot a head of wavy strands standing from the settee and going deeper into the corner of the patio, making your eyes widen, clutching your bouquet even tighter in anticipation.

Atsumu ignores you and glances down at your flowers, “My guests are just the guys and some other old friends, they can serve themselves,” he scoffs, giving Osamu a look, “And I’m hoping those flowers are for me.”

You made a noncommittal sound, taking the bouquet in your hands away from his view, “It’s not.”

Your brothers have always been unsupportive of your feelings for Sakusa ever since you voiced it out when you turned eighteen, hoping that confessing your feelings at that age would make them more accepting of it (spoiler: it did not). They kept acting as if it was just some phase because Sakusa was one of the first guys you’ve ever known, but you knew it was deeper than that. It wasn’t like your feelings showed up overnight, you’ve liked him ever since you were eleven and moved in the house next to the Sakusas. Your family moved because your father’s job required him to stay in Tokyo, it was a difficult decision moving so far away from Hyogo and everything familiar to you, adjusting took a while.

As an eleven year old, you were upset that you had to move away from all of your friends. You sulked for days and your brothers had to use petty tricks to get you to talk to them. Teasing and annoying you were their way to get you to respond, it was torture. They did what they did because you weren’t yourself for weeks, they were worried and didn’t know how to express it properly as stupid teenage boys.

Until one day your brothers annoyed you enough that you stormed out of the house, tears brimming in your eyes as you ran and ran till you tired yourself out. You saw a bench nearby and decided to sulk even more there. You were missing your friends and was frustrated because of your brothers, you cried your heart out for what felt like hours but were really just minutes. You were sniffling to yourself and wallowing in self pity when a handkerchief was suddenly in your blurry view. You look up at the owner holding it out to you, seeing an older boy looking awkwardly to the side, you observe what you can and the most you can make of him was his wavy hair and lean figure.

“This is my second lap in the area and you’re still sitting there looking pitiful,” his words were sharp and shouldn’t have been something said to a total stranger, you knew that much at your age, your shock from his attitude momentarily made the tears stop flowing.

“So? Aren’t you going to take it?” the stranger nudges the cloth to you again as you reluctantly take it to wipe your tears. You felt a bit better knowing a stranger cared enough to approach you, even if he was a bit rude.

You watch as the stranger starts to walk away, you inhale a sharp breath and with your quavering voice you manage to utter, “Uhm stay, please,” it was so soft that you thought he didn’t hear you for a moment.

But the stranger does stop in his tracks and looks back at you with a pointed gaze that should have been intimidating, he just stood there and you realized that he was waiting for what you had to say. Now with your less blurry gaze, you observed him more objectively. Noting how he was what you and your friends would say was a cute boy, you guessed he was around your brothers’ age.

Before you could say anything else, loud, obnoxious voices started shouting your name and running towards you. You watch in horror as your brothers approach and in your surprise, you hide behind the boy you just met. It took minutes of your brothers shouting their worry and claiming how stupid you were for running around in an unfamiliar place (which you wouldn’t have done if they weren’t being so mean in the first place!). That’s why you refused to go back with them, still using the stranger as your shield. The boy was obviously starting to get more and more irritated with each second that passed, he never asked to be in this situation when he was just doing a good deed for once.

That was when the twins finally acknowledged his presence and started questioning him, the stranger explained that he saw you crying at the bench and approached you to give you something so you would stop (he said this in an annoyed tone), and that he was about to leave when they showed up. The twins, especially Atsumu, were relentless and kept drilling him with stupid accusations like ‘Were you planning to kidnap her?! Huh!?’ when Sakusa at the time barely looked like he cared.

“Stop it!” you finally intervened, stepping out from your human shield, “Stop being so mean to him! You’re already mean enough to me,” you huffed, dramatically crossing your arms and glaring at your brothers. This made Atsumu quiet down, looking at you with a large pout on his face as if that would make you start thinking he deserved forgiveness.

“Hey, you know we didn’t mean it like that,” Osamu began, stepping forward and reaching a hand towards you—a supposed comforting invitation, “We’re sorry, so let’s go home.”

“I don’t want to,” your glare was still set, your stubbornness evident as you placed your foot down. It made both of your brothers groan, knowing when you were in your mood, you were in your mood, meaning, it’s going to take them a lot of convincing and bargaining.

“Hey,” the voice from behind you caught your attention, the chilly air was making a mess of his hair, “I don’t know whatever it is that happened but you should go home. It’s getting dark and you wouldn’t want to stay out here so late,” the stranger looks at his watch.

You contemplate it because he did have a point, and you were missing the comfort of your bed… “You’re right,” your shoulders slump and you mumble a small, “Fine.”

Atsumu cheers and you glare at him again before looking at the stranger who really looks like he wanted to leave, “What’s your name?” you finally ask.

Your brothers took your calm tone as a sign that they could approach you and they flocked to your sides as if making sure you wouldn’t run away again, they also waited in curiosity for the stranger to introduce himself.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi,” he says, “And you guys are…?” The twins introduced themselves, their guard down after deducing that Sakusa wasn’t a threat at all. You were a bit more shy when saying your name, you suddenly felt bashful because it was now just sinking in that this stranger-no-more saw you crying your eyes out like a baby.

Sakusa was saying his long-awaited farewell when Atsumu asked him if he lived around here and Sakusa said he was ten blocks ahead to the right, Atsumu’s exact words were ‘No way?! Us too!’. It turned into you guys walking towards your homes together with Atsumu leading the conversation with Sakusa, it turns out he was dead-set on making this guy his friend. You stepped back with Osamu and just watched as Sakusa pointedly shot down a lot of Atsumu’s statements, it made you laugh.

A couple of minutes later you guys find out that you lived right next to each other, another ‘No way?!’ from Atsumu. Osamu had to push his twin back into the house to get him—metaphorically—off Sakusa in his excitement.

You stayed out as the raven-haired opened his door, you exclaimed, “I’ll give you back your handkerchief after I wash it!”

Sakusa waved his hand as an answer, the action made another grin slip through your lips.

That began a series of countless encounters and moments with the family living next door and Atsumu successfully making Sakusa his friend (still up to debate, although he successfully roped him into forming a band with two other friends so that’s a success in making him a lifetime friend for sure). You’ve had off-hand conversations with Sakusa here and there but as the days passed you grew more and more self-conscious around the teen, until one day you found yourself looking in the mirror and admitting to your reflection that you have a huge crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“I thought liking Sakusa was just a phase,” Atsumu sounded baffled, this brought you back to reality, “How many times do we have to tell you he’s too old for you?”

“He is not,” you defended, four years was practically nothing! You were twenty this year! Sure you’ve liked him since you were a kid and it was just a stupid crush back then but you weren’t a kid anymore and you still like him. Doesn’t that mean something?

“He’s practically ancient,” Atsumu says as if the person he was talking about wasn’t a few feet away. The heavy weight on your shoulders makes its presence known, you look at Osamu for help but he just stares at you because he agrees with Atsumu. 

You grunt, “You’re literally the same age, are you calling yourself ancient?”

“What’s the hold up?” another voice joins, you all turn to look at Suna Rintarou holding a plate with pepperoni pizza, “Atsumu you need to buy more food, and before you say anything else Akaashi and Kita agreed that we do need more food. Oh! It’s little Miya, long time no see.”

You frown at the nickname, Suna insists on calling you that even though you’ve told him countless times that you had a proper name. He’s part of the same band Atsumu and Sakusa were in, he’s also the twins’ former schoolmate at Inarizaki High which was how they met in the first place, “Hi Suna,” you greet blandly, looking defeated.

“You’re looking more and more like the twins every day,” the corner of Suna’s lips raise in a smirk as your face contorts to an expression that could only be described as disgust.

“I will start crying, tell me you don’t mean that,” you use your free hand to cover your face in exasperation at your situation. You just wanted to see and talk to Sakusa! You don’t understand why your brothers were being such a pain by keeping you away from him (which they didn’t do before, they only started with this weird intervention when you confessed your feelings for Sakusa a year ago). It wasn’t like you were going to pounce on the guy as soon as you saw him! You still had some decency and respected his space. 

“I give you a part of your allowance, little brat,” Atsumu sneers. Your extra meals and clothes you were only able to buy because Atsumu spoiled you with his music money flash before your eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t mean it as a joke,” you add to remedy your previous statement. It seemed to appease Atsumu enough but it didn’t warrant him setting you free.

“This is starting to get tedious, I think it’s been enough. Let her loose,” Osamu states, standing up with his hands crossed against his chest. In his words, you scowl even as Atsumu finally lets you go, you massage the part of your shoulder where Atsumu’s weight was pressed using your free hand.

“I’m not your little pet,” you point using your handmade blue flowers in the air, dragging them from Atsumu to Osamu, as if making the statement ‘I’m going to do whatever I want’. You huff as you turn your heels to see Suna’s amused face which you glare at as well before practically running towards Atsumu’s fancy terrace.

Not before faintly hearing Suna badgering Atsumu about more food as you slide out the glass doors and are greeted by the chill of the evening air. You made eye contact and greeted the three people seated around the gray L-shaped sofa. Akaashi on the furthest to the left—the main vocalist of their band, the one most of your friends had a crush on—and Atsumu’s closest former seniors back in high school, Kita and Aran, if you remembered correctly. You knew this housewarming party would only consist of a few people because Atsumu wasn’t exactly sociable, despite his obnoxious and loud demeanor. You were surprised to not see another face though, you briefly wondered if they had another fight. You shake those thoughts away and focus on what’s important. Greeting Sakusa.

His tall figure was leaning on the edge of the patio, keeping to himself as usual. You walked around the small table displayed in the middle, sidestepping the decorative plants. You were careful as you approached, not knowing what reaction you would get. Would he act again as if he didn’t know you had feelings for him? Ignore you? Treat you coldly? But you know Sakusa wasn’t like that, despite everything, you practically grew up together. You could never be a stranger, you hoped you’d never be a stranger.

“Miya,” you almost jump in surprise at him acknowledging you first. He’s always called you by your last name, you didn’t know why when he could call the twins by their first name just fine. It’s not like he doesn’t say your name or nickname sometimes too, he just chooses to call you Miya for some reason. It improved in some way, he used to call you ‘Little Miya’ like Suna did back when you were sixteen, and you complained enough about it that he stopped. 

“Were you waiting for me?” you gave him a sheepish smile, braver, stepping closer until you were standing beside him. You didn’t wait for his response in case your heart gets crushed by his answer and instead showed him the blue dahlias, “I made these for you.”

Sakusa gives one glance at the paper flowers before meeting your gaze, you wait with bated breath for his response, “You didn’t get poisoned by the rotten apple fruit shake, then?”

You almost didn’t understand what he meant, then you remembered the series of texts you sent him a few days ago which he never replied to, so you thought he hadn’t read it. You almost pout at the thought that he just didn’t want to reply, but that was typical of him already, “It looked normal on the outside okay? I told you it was Samu’s fault, who in their right mind would keep those lying around in their homes—and you’re distracting me!” you accuse once you realized he was trying to change the topic.

The corners of his lips twitch and if you hadn’t grown up with him you wouldn’t have noticed that little change in his otherwise deadpan expression, you place emphasis on your gift once again by lightly shaking it. He takes another glance, a hand reaching out to gently nudge the delicate paper-made petals with his fingers, “How long did it take you to make these?” “Around three days,” you answer dismissively, waiting patiently for him to take it, “I chose to make a nonexistent flower eternal,” you boast, proud of yourself.

“You could’ve used that time for other things, enjoy your summer break,” Sakusa says offhandedly, turning to look at the view, “Don’t waste it making gifts for me.”

“Making gifts for you is not a waste, this is the only way I can show you that what I feel for you is sincere,” your brows furrow, “And I am enjoying summer break, I’ve done a lot of things already.”

“I know,” Sakusa sighs, you didn’t know what he was referring to. Your sincerity? Or that you’ve been spending your break to the fullest? You do update him through texts from time to time, you make sure not to bother him too much for fear that he starts finding you annoying like a lot of other aspects of his life.

To your happiness, he plucks the bouquet from your hands. You were then overcome with the irrational fear that he would drop it, which was silly, “Keep it in a vase, okay?” you ask, “Preferably somewhere like your countertop or in the lobby,” you began to suggest the most visible ways he could display it, your own little way of putting bits and pieces of you in his life.

“Why didn’t you come with Osamu when he delivered Atsumu’s food?” Sakusa asks instead, changing the conversation.

A small pout forms on your lips, “He left me,” you complain, “They’re on some weird pact trying to keep me away from you.”

“They mean well,” Sakusa says, a glint of amusement in his eyes, probably imagining the twins doing everything so you wouldn’t be able to make any advances on him, “You’re their only baby sister, of course they would be protective.”

You lean against the stone railing, looking out on the view, slightly upset, “I know they mean well, that makes it worse. It’s not like I can’t think for myself, I know what I’m doing.” “Do you?” Sakusa asks, adjusting his body to look at you properly.

“You said you’d let me try,” you mumble, looking back at the time you confessed to him and declared you would try to win his heart, that he should give you a chance. At the time, Sakusa looked surprised, never thinking of the possibility that you would develop feelings for him deeper than anything platonic.

“Because I thought you’d find some other guy your age you’d focus on more when you start university,” Sakusa lets out a breath, “I’m not the one for you, Miya.”

His statement stabs you directly in the heart.

“You don’t…” you gulp, a lump stuck in your throat, “...have to like me back,” you bit down on your lower lip, “Can’t you just let me like you?”

“You mean a lot to me,” ‘just not in the way you want me to’, you could almost hear Sakusa’s train of thought, “You’re young—”

“You are not that much older,” you practically groaned, that was always their excuse.

“And yet I’ve known and experienced more in life than you,” Sakusa states bluntly, “Be serious, Miya. What you want isn’t going to work, so get over me,” talking down on you.

Your jaw clenches and you raise your chin at him, even with his frame towering over you, “It’s not that easy, Sakusa,” it was petty, not using the nickname you’ve called him since you were a kid. Being petty by using his last name as if that would put more distance between you two. It wasn’t wise letting your emotions control you, and perhaps it was proving to him more that you were still too childish for someone who already presents himself to be so mature. Though it did give the point across, that you were seriously upset, watching as something flickers in his eyes as you turn on your heels away from him.

You decide to sit in between Osamu and Akaashi, Osamu was splayed on the couch talking to Suna who was on his left about stuff you hardly care about. Even if your brother does notice your foul mood, he doesn’t point it out. Atsumu walks in holding three more boxes of pizza with a delivery guy trailing behind him holding more drinks. Which consisted mostly of alcohol and a few juices, which was most likely for your benefit. You were allowed to drink but you never liked the taste of alcohol. You watch as Atsumu directs the guy to put it on the side and that’s when you lose interest, choosing to listen in on Osamu and Suna instead.

You were catching in on their topic, but you were mostly just confused. It looks like they’re talking about Osamu’s planned business. You know this one, the onigiri franchise he wants to start. He’s working a corporate job right now to save up for his restaurant-ish (you didn’t really know what to call it), he didn’t want to risk focusing on that immediately after graduating. You know he’s near his goal, you’ve been hearing talks about finding the right building and stuff. All this business talk almost distracts you from your previous state of anger.

“Can I sit there, Akaashi?” you don’t look up to see the one person you’ve wanted to see all night. You knew he was blunt, that was just the kind of person he is, and you were used to it. Doesn’t mean just because you were used to it and you liked him, that you were immune to getting your feelings hurt.

“Sure,” Akaashi says nonchalantly, he was just on his phone the whole time you sat here, he also probably noticed you weren’t in the mood which was why he didn’t attempt conversation. You see in your peripheral vision Akaashi offering to help Atsumu with arranging the food.

You continued to listen in on Osamu’s conversation, it was beginning to be difficult to ignore the presence next to you. Your body was always hyper-aware when he was settling down, it betrays your need for indifference.

In your view, a bottle of juice was presented, it was one of your favorite flavors, “Your drink,” his voice was closer, closer than you were when you were together on the ledge. It was so difficult to stay mad at him. This was his way of making amends, you knew, and it was hard to act like you didn’t like it when he paid special attention to you. When you take no action to take the drink, he places it on the table top in front of you.

“I’ll get you food,” he says, standing up and leaving the space beside you empty. It was natural, his knowledge of knowing exactly how to appease you. It makes you feel even more devastated knowing he’s just doing this because of his years spent on familiarness with you and your habits, usually, he’d be doing this after Atsumu or Osamu (or even both of them) did something to upset you. To him, you were still the shell of the child you used to be and that meant he still wouldn’t be taking you seriously.

That was partially your fault, you were still so… emotional and childish. You knew that, you were trying to work on it, really. Based on the way you acted just a few minutes ago, you’d have to work harder. Your gaze lands on the spot at the empty seat he was in where your blue dahlias rested, he decided to keep them after all. Your chest tightens in even more fondness. Osamu glances once back at you and you shove him away.

When Sakusa came back, you took the food he offered with no complaints and drank the juice he placed in front of you, murmuring a soft, “Thank you.”

“I heard you still have that fan account up, Rika says you play pretend there,” Sakusa mentions once he settles down beside you again, gauging that you were in the mood again to talk to him properly.

You were still a bit ashamed because of how you acted, which is why you replied hesitantly, “It’s not playing pretend, I’m genuinely a fan.”

“Rika says she saw some of your tweets acting like you didn’t know Atsumu,” Sakusa seemed amused at this notion which distracted you enough that you didn’t care Rika was technically stalking you. Komori Rika was Sakusa’s cousin who works for him as his assistant, you’ve met her a couple of times and you text her whenever you want to know if Sakusa was busy or not (so you would know if it was okay to message him). She was very sweet to you so you didn’t mind it that much.

“It’s not just online, I don’t tell anyone he’s my brother—mostly because they don’t ask. And my friends would start acting differently if they knew I was directly related to ‘Tsumu,” your nose scrunches. It does disgust you when one of your friends starts gushing over him, it is probably better that you never say that fact about your family relations because your friends would start being mortified remembering all the things they said about these guys.

Sakusa hummed, knowing that part of the reason why you don’t tell people you knew Ikarus and was related to one of the band members was because of your worry that people would start befriending you because of that. He was there when your high school friendships fell apart, after all.

“What’cha guys talking about?” Atsumu intrudes by sitting between you and Sakusa, your face contorts into another unpleasant expression as Atsumu makes his presence very known and very unwanted.

You give a look at Sakusa, silently saying ‘See? I told you so’ which he responds by giving Atsumu a once-over, “You’re half-sitting on my thigh,” Sakusa grunts at him, moving to the side to be free of your brother.

“Omi-omi my guy, you know our connection transcends beyond the naked eye,” Atsumu threw an arm around Sakusa’s shoulder as you rolled your eyes and took a bite of your pizza.

For the rest of the night, you never got the chance to talk to Sakusa one-on-one again. You’d try to start a conversation with him and Atsumu butts in with his own smart-ass answer unrelated to your question in the first place. Eventually, you gave up because you knew Atsumu wouldn’t back down. You stood up from your seat, earning a few glances from the men around you. When Atsumu asks where you’re going, you say you planned to raid his house. He lets you be and you take one look back at Sakusa who was getting bothered by Atsumu before stepping inside the living room again.

First, you walked aimlessly but your feet led you to the kitchen. You started opening Atsumu’s cupboards only to find them disappointedly empty. The fridge was your next stop, you open the freezer and find chocolate bars you gladly steal. You sat on one of the countertop stools, distantly hearing Suna and Atsumu’s laughter.

What can you do for Sakusa to take you seriously? Maybe you should distance yourself for a bit, make him miss you. You chuckle at the absurd thought, in your dreams. Though it would be okay to get some space away, you’re not giving up, not by a long shot. But you’ve never really given much thought to what Sakusa’s type was since he’s never dated anyone—no one that you know of—for the past almost decade of knowing him. During high school, he only cared about his studies and the band. Then in college—where you started seeing him less—you don’t know of him dating anyone. Maybe you should ask Rika? Or maybe Motoya? Since they’re the same age.

Having a plan decided, you hum to yourself, satisfied. Biting off the last piece of chocolate, you threw the wrapper in a trash can. Then you found that the drums Atsumu had displayed in the living room interested you, spotting a pair of drumsticks lazily thrown on a desk. You take these sticks and put one experimental hit on the cymbals. A stinging ring echoed in the room.

“Oi! You better be careful with that!” Atsumu shouts from the patio, but doesn’t storm in to take them from you so that must be a good sign.

When you were younger, he never even let you near his instruments. That made playing with his instruments even more desirable. Music has always been Atsumu’s thing—well, the playing instruments part, he wasn’t very blessed vocally, Osamu used to take lessons too but stopped because it didn’t interest him enough. Your parents tried to put you through music lessons, but after accidentally plucking off the strings of your guitar one by one, they decided that for your own safety, you weren’t allowed to touch instruments.

You can still clearly remember the day Atsumu brought the three other boys home and declared he was going to start a band with them. The only person that interested you back then was Sakusa, because you didn’t know he was musically inclined. You would sneak into their practices in the extra room in your house and would stay even when Atsumu would screech at you to leave. There were days when they went to Akaashi’s house to practice so you were left pouty because you were unable to come with.

Sometimes, Sakusa was the only one who would come to your house because Atsumu begged him enough to play with him. Those were the days you enjoyed the most because Sakusa let you stay with him and watch him play the guitar. You asked him once why he didn’t play the electric guitar in the band, he said that he preferred playing the bass because it was a more reserved position, they weren’t too loud but they were a vital part of giving soul to the art (his words, not yours). That made you respect bassists even though you knew nothing about the music industry.

It was the first time you saw Sakusa with that expression on his face—at peace—it made you think that this path really must be something he loved. You were overjoyed when his and the band’s efforts paved off, even though it meant seeing him and your brother even less. They became busy, too busy for you, but you’ve learned that it was nice seeing them trending and going viral. Your social circles began to talk about them and they fawned over you too for being Atsumu’s sister.

Of course, all good things come to an end and people who you thought were your closest friends just used you to get close to them. Sakusa was there during the fallout, he checked in on you and asked if you were okay. He even took you out to distract you in place of Atsumu, who had a brand deal scheduled at the time outside the city, and Osamu, who was also out of the district for an internship. Sakusa stayed with you as you cried and cared for you more than you could ever ask. Before that, you began to think your childhood crush on him was fading but that experience when you were seventeen was when you realized that your feelings for Sakusa never left even with the distance life took him, and it probably never will.

“I’m hopeless,” you mumble to yourself, letting go of Atsumu’s drumsticks.

It only took a few minutes for Osamu to call you saying you’re going because he still had work early the following morning, all the guys say their farewells to you two. Atsumu was a tad bit over-dramatic because he was a tad bit drunk. Osamu had to pull you away from Atsumu’s embrace. You met eyes with Sakusa, giving a smile reserved just for him before Osamu completely dragged you out, noticing you were quote en quote ‘making goo-goo eyes at the poor guy’.

The rest of your summer break was uneventful.

You managed to beg Osamu to take you to a pottery class on his day off, it was fun at first but Osamu showed extraordinary skill in pottery that made your work pale in comparison. You sent a picture of you two to the group chat you had with Atsumu and the latter spammed crying emojis and threatening gifs. On Atsumu’s day off you went to a bake-your-own cake store with him, his platinum blonde hair begged for attention so you forced him to wear a beanie the whole time. 

The end of break was nearing and in your last week, your parents had gone back so you had a nice complete family dinner for once. The next few days you started to pack your things again because you had to move back into your dorm, were three suitcases and a large shoulder bag a bit excessive for a two-month stay? You’d like to think not.

You were posed with another problem though, Osamu couldn’t take you back to your university because he had some three-day team building thing he was going to a day before you were supposed to go back. You thought it would be okay because you asked Atsumu and he was free that afternoon, he said that he just had a promotional shoot in the morning but he would be able to pick you up, so you thought you were all settled.

On the day itself, you stood in the lobby of Osamu’s building when Atsumu sent a message. You were starting to get irritated because he was supposed to be here by four, he promised to be here by four.

annoying blonde brother 4:00 PM I CANT MAKE IT IM SO SORRY :<< I TRIED TO I SWEAR THE SHOOT IS STILL GOING ON I THOUGHT IT WOULD FINISH EARLY BUT WE APPARENTLY HAD SOLO SHOTS???

you 4:01 PM why do u hate me :(

annoying blonde brother 4:01 PM I DONT IM SORRY IM SO SORRY :<<<< HB U WAIT IN OSAMUS APT FOR A BIT?? ITLL ONLY TAKE AN HOUR MORE I THINK

you 4:02 PM i cant i alr locked the door and left the keys inside because you were supposed to be here by now.

annoying blonde brother 4:03 PM I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY OK WAIT THERE IN THE LOBBY ILL GET SOMEONE TO PICK YOU UP

You frown as you sit on one of the lobby chairs, alone with the receptionist. You pull your two suitcases against your legs and hug your shoulder bag, having nothing better to do. You scroll aimlessly on your feed, it wasn’t like you could do anything but wait as patiently as you possibly can in your irritable state for this ‘someone’ Atsumu is roping in to help you.

annoying blonde brother 4:11 PM he’s on his way

Atsumu neglects to tell you who this ‘he’ is. How were you supposed to know who it was? You don’t question it further, not replying back, your own form of rebellion. How could he promise to pick you up and then tell you at the last minute that he couldn’t? He had major making up to do, that’s for sure, you were not going to let him off easily. With that final thought, you were already browsing for links to clothes you’d make him buy for you.

Thirty minutes passed and you were already getting bored out of your mind. You had your head buried in your bag when your phone buzzed, signaling that it received a notification. You almost dropped your phone when you saw who it was from.

kiyo <3 4:43 PM I’m outside Osamu’s building

Sakusa? Sakusa was the one Atsumu asked to pick you up? Unbelievable. Was it his way of making up to you? What? Huh? That doesn’t seem like something Atsumu would do. What? You were puzzled, but oddly happy.

Once you got yourself together you stood up, making sure to fix yourself up, looking at your reflection on the walls. You hurriedly gather your suitcases, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You talk yourself into calming down, since this was the first time you’d be talking to him in a while. You refrained from messaging him, practicing your self-restraint, but you missed talking to him so much, even when his replies barely held any substance.

Walking towards the pavement, your heels creating a clicking sound. You held your breath as you finally saw his familiar figure leaning against his sleek black ride, was it a new car? You’ve never seen it before. His hair was styled from their usual free curls and he wore a classy white button up that hugged his body nicely. He looked straight out of a magazine—which was probably exactly where he came from. He looked up at you and your luggage.

He started walking closer to you and all you could say was a breathless, “Hi.”

Sakusa reaches for your suitcases and you gladly let him take them, “Straight to your dormitory?”

“Atsumu asked you?” you asked once you got your thoughts organized coherently, it was a spectacle you still couldn’t comprehend.

You saw that same ghost of a smile on Sakusa’s face again, “He asked Akaashi and Suna first, but they were still doing their solo shots. He even tried asking our manager. I was the last person he asked, even though I was the first one to finish, he looked pained doing it too.”

That sounded more like Atsumu, a smile plastered on your face, “Even better, fate wants us to be together.”

Sakusa shook his head as he got your shoulder bag. You followed him as he put your luggage in the back of his car, he told you to get in and you complied, walking over to the passenger seat. Happy to use this as a way to spend more time with him, and catch up with what you’ve missed in the month and a half you made yourself Sakusa-free (that didn’t mean you had to stay away from the media though, he posted exactly one instagram post that you liked immediately), that was technically abiding by being contactless.

The seatbelt clicks into place and you wait for Sakusa to get inside, you are silent as he starts to drive.

“Thank you for picking me up,” you say, hoping to start a conversation. Your university wasn’t that far from Osamu’s, probably around thirty to forty minutes away, but you didn’t know how to drive and you didn’t want to take the train with all of your necessities.

“Do you need help bringing your luggage up once we’re there?” Sakusa asks, steering, your eyes following the movement of his hands. “Uhm,” you wanted to lie and say yes, “No, I don’t think so. We have an elevator, and it would be more troublesome for you because you’d have to sign a sheet to go in. You might run into a fan too, you might see your name trending again.”

“Okay,” was his only reply. He continued to drive silently as you moped while thinking of a way to start another conversation. Time was ticking and you hadn’t realized almost an hour drive could feel this fast, does the world hate you after all?

Your brain cells were saved when Sakusa spoke next, “Have you thought about it?”

“About what?” you rubbed your palms to keep warmth, confused by what he meant.

“Dating guys in your university,” he states plainly. Your mouth hung slightly as you were struck by the memory of your conversation out at Atsumu’s patio.

You purse your lips, gripping the edge of your leather seat, “Absolutely not.”

Sakusa surprised you yet again with what he said next, “I thought that was the reason why you weren’t messaging me.”

You gaped at him, disbelieving. You didn’t even think he would notice! Suddenly you were overcome with a burst of joy, “You missed me?” you sounded way too happy for your own good.

Sakusa went completely silent. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer out of him but you were still happy with the thought of him waiting for a message from you. It was likely enough to keep you happy to be simply looking out the window on the whole way to your dormitory. But of course, you don’t miss the chance to talk to him more. You asked him a few questions here and there like how the new album was holding up and the shoots and other important marketing stuff the band needed to attend to. He answered in short one-word answers and if you were lucky, a full sentence.

Your good mood toned down when you were on the street that led to your dormitory, knowing you’d have to say goodbye to him again soon.

“Why don’t you consider it?” Sakusa asks as he stops the car in front of your building, “Seeing other guys?”

It was a bit funny how your mood went completely sour, when you were brimming with happiness a few minutes ago. Your expression was passive as you say, “I told you, you’re the only one I like,” he was bringing this up again. He couldn’t get it through his head that you would only ever like him.

“You started liking me when you were barely a teen,” Sakusa references your confession to him, where you admitted that you’ve liked him ever since you met him, “You should give yourself a chance to look at other people.”

“You won’t even look at me,” your shoulders curled, you felt like your chest was caving in on you with how loud it beat. You wondered if he could hear it.

“You’re better off with another guy,” Sakusa insists, leaning against his seat, exasperated, as if you were draining the life out of him.

“So you keep saying,” you say in almost a whisper, “Is it because you’re already seeing someone?” you ask, your mind thinking of other possible reasons as to why he didn’t even seem to want to let you like him. If he were to say that he was, you’d stop. Even though it would hurt.

“No,” Sakusa sighs, completely turning off the engine. 

“Then why can’t you even let me like you?” your voice almost cracks at the end. Your nails dug in your palm.

“Stop being stubborn, Miya,” Sakusa faces you completely, his jaw set, his eyes, the only tell for his actual emotions.

“Am I not pretty enough?” it was out before you could control yourself, you couldn’t even look him in the eye because of how ashamed you were at your question, “Sorry, I know you’re not the type to be shallow about appearances. But, of course you still have standards and that… might not… be me,” your voice getting fainter the more you talk.

There was a ringing in your ear, you felt lightheaded. Thinking of ways to remedy the situation, a sour situation you turned even more dour. You started feeling anxious in your seat, too bare, too exposed.

A touch was what got you out of your blinded stupor. A touch that was cold against your warmth.

“That’s not it at all,” a gentle hand raised your chin so you could meet his gaze, “You’re getting it all wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize again, guilty you were letting him in your emotional frenzy.

“Don’t… apologize,” Sakusa began looking frustrated, his jaw ticking and his eyes shaky, “You’re beautiful, okay?”

You blinked, once, twice.

Despite all the signs that you weren’t dreaming, you still weren’t convinced this was your reality. Sakusa just called you beautiful. Sakusa told you, you were beautiful. Sakusa called you beautiful. No matter how many times you rephrase it in your head, it still felt unreal. You dumbly stared back, not knowing what to reply.

“I, uhm, o-okay?” you embarrassingly stutter out. Sakusa found you beautiful.

“I’m only looking out for you,” the hand still on your chin caressed your cheek. His words brought your senses back. You were afraid he was going on another tirade about how your affection shouldn’t be directed at him. That you should find some other guy to pour your heart out to. That no matter what you do, he would never be the one for you.

You nibbled on your lower lip, observing as his gaze fell down to it and back up to meet your unsteady stare.

“But…” you began, thinking of comebacks, reasons, anything, “I like you,” your eyes fluttered, in the end, that was the only thing that mattered to you, “So much,” your voice was fragile, and you could barely look at him straight.

You watched as his gaze sharpened, you waited seconds for a frustrated remark but it never happened. Instead, it looked like he was contemplating something. You waited, patient, willing to take whatever it was that he was willing to give you. And then finally, as if he couldn’t resist it, he tilted your head to the side and slowly, softly, lips barely grazing your cheek. Like his touch, it was cool, yet it gave you warmth all the same as heat rose to your face.

It was quick, and abrupt, and he let go of you immediately after as if your skin gave him burns.

Sakusa was tense as he opened the door and stepped out of the car. You gulped, your heart wanted to escape your chest, and you could hardly remember how to breathe.

Steadily—as steady as you can manage in your current state—and carefully, a hand went up to hold your cheek where Sakusa kissed you.

a/n — alright so i went a lil crazy with this one BUT MY EXCUSE IS i am in love with sakusa kiyoomi HES SO UGH mine

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[raceweek]

hello. alexalblondo's rude anon coming here to humbly and politely beg for galex primer because i dont understand their history. george said he lived at alex's family's house at one point? how - weren't they already racing? sorry thank you humble thank you 🙏🙏

hello!!! thanks chris for the referral FKFJDKD

i have overwhelmed my alex and george tags so much that i fear i could never capture all of it but my galex key moment anthology is under the cut!!

karting/early single seaters

Alex thinks they met in 2011 but the footage in georges flip phone says he knew alex back in 2009.

Their first actual interaction (so far as they've told the world) was when alex was world champion with the intrepid karting team and bc he was their reference driver he was asked to help pick the drivers who were quick to replace him when he moved up and he picked george (and charles) so they were then part of that same intrepid driver programme for a while. Interestingly, alex was always at least one year above him bc of their ages and george says the fact they didn't really race directly against each other before 2016 was probably why they became such good friends.

They did a deep dive of their camera rolls from this time on twitch a couple years back and talked about the oldest pictures they have of each other in their camera rolls (1:25:36) which was cute.

2017

2017 is the year george basically lived with alex. They were also sharing a trainer whilst alex was competing in gp2 and george was in gp3. George was doing mercedes sim work at their factory so rented a flat in milton keynes near where alex lived but according to alex that rent was wasted money bc george had more meals at alexs' house than he did that year. Also as detailed in those links, the Great Mountain Biking Incident of 2017 occurred at this time so we have the fun mental image of george literally wheeling alex into a&e on a wheelchair bc that is an actual event that happened.

2018

George and alex both in f2 fighting for the title year wooooo!! They never really fought on track but we did get fun tidbits like when alex pipped george to the win at silverstone bc george had a slow pit stop and giggled about it in parc ferme (5:42) & these post session interviews.

also some incredible photoshoots.

2019

Promotion to f1!!! We started the year at winter testing and this nugget that they have both accepted that they are actually tied together by the strings of fate. They're doing fun media stuff like karting and bullying each other over percentage of apexs hit at the skypad (video). 2019 also the start of the umbrella sharing. They were just together a lot… more skypad analysis!!!

2019 also has MY personal favourite galex moment which was hockenheim 2019 and the 45 minute phone call galex had on the way home after george missed out on scoring what would have been his first point in f1 and only point of the season.

There was also the summer break and enjoying a training camp together, exchanging infections etc. Alex also took george to meet lily for the first time, bc that’s a normal thing to do.

There was also the rookie of the year vid, and the rookie season review vid at the end of the year. Much was happening.

2020

The year started with f1 trying to race during a global pandemic. Fun! On the singular media day before everyone realised just how stupid that was they were being annoying. The lockdowns did give us the twitch streams. George was initially so bad at virtual racing he had to secretly consult alex's brother for help behind alexs back. George was also actively seeking alex out like a missile at any given opportunity and at one point felt necessary to declare that he wasn't alexs boyfriend when someone asked if alex was going to be streaming that day. Anyway my lockdown twitchscapades tag has a post with a playlist of all the streams that haven't been lost or deleted if you want to feel joy and have a spare million hours.

Racing resumed in July with the covid team bubbles and within two races and one qualifying session george was defending alexs honour to sky sports and the world in a truly remarkable fashion.

At the end of the year alex was unemployed....even more tragic than this loss was that alexs career difficulties were so extreme he started ghosting george, which devastated him to the extent he needed to publicly drag him for it.

There was also george asking lily to post alexs n*des on instagram and lily responding with if anyone has them it would be you which was perhaps the last time george had access to his own social media password.

Despite george not liking it they celebrated alexs first podium by going golfing! and reverse! George was also gifted an alex albon signed autograph card for christmas and said that he'll put it somewhere special x

2021

The beginning of 2021 was during lockdown and there was more fun virtual gps except the only two drivers doing it were george and alex so they were just bitching and gossiping and threatening to steal strategies and abu dhabi 2016 each other. Particular shoutout to the time they had a virtual race on valentines day and alex put a suit on for it and george was baffled. Immediately after valentines day was georges birthday which lily used to thank george for letting her borrow his boyfriend from time to time.

Then the season started with george enduring the season alexless and not letting anyone forget about it. Alex was turning up to races after being locked in the simulator until the early hours posting stuff like this on instagram and otherwise stumbling over his words after getting whipped on the ass.

Perhaps the defining moment of the galex 2021 season was george pushing the williams board to sign alex so heavily that they had to actively shut him out of proceedings. Also at this time there was this cute congrats from alexs family and one from alex to georgie about the mercedes seat.

anyway here's some more random 2021 nuggets:

i've seen him topless a few times

george getting alex a good deal on a merc x

yet More golf

the handover

georges driver room

2022

They truly lost every inch of personal space in 2022 like. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. The back signing Hello.

2022 had alex having his appendix out, nearly dying and alexs family updating george whilst alex was in the icu and then when alex returned for the next race in signapore a couple weeks later (insane behaviour) george was like mmm audacious of him to be here.

Elsewhere alex discovered georges photoshoot and was making screensavers about it. Alex also discovered hair dye and george was making instagram stories about it.

other random 2022 nuggets:

george is alexs fave f1 driver excluding himself

this skit williams did of lily finding a huge picture of george in alexs driver room

whatever this image is of lily george and alex

private plane carpool

double date

2023

@onadarklingplain covers the whole year for you much MUCH better than i ever could here!!!!!

and that brings us to present where they're just as weird and freaky with each other as ever!!!

[gayczennie]

What’s Wrong Baby? (Full Length Vers.)

Felix x gn reader

Summary: Felix wakes up to you moaning in your sleep and decides to do something about it

Smut Warnings: Overstimulation, fingering, praise, squirting/ejaculation

12:49 am

Felix flipped over to his left side unable to sleep. He normally found your softly breathing next to him to be super relaxing, but tonight he just couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax and drift off, and you were partly to blame. You wouldn’t stop tossing and turning, and the noise was keeping Felix awake. Why won’t y/n fucking stay still oh my god He thought to himself.

1:36 am

Felix had drifted off at last. But y/n shifted in their sleep yet again running into Felix in the process. Your body was now pressed firmly against Felix’s causing him to wake up begrudgingly. He turned to face you and wrap his arms around you, pulling you in. He hoped you’d relax into his arms and stay still for the rest of the night. Y/n seemed to have other plans though as they shifted even closer so that he could now feel your breath against his chest. “Felix.” You whispered in your sleep. Felix sighed and stroked your hair knowing you were still half asleep and it was going to be a looong night for him. “Felix!” You said again in a an unmistakeable whiny voice. “Y/n?” He asked, “What’s wrong baby”? He figured you must be having a bad dream, so he continued stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you…that is until you let out a quiet moan. Felix’s hand froze. Did he hear that correctly? Was his baby moaning in their sleep?

He sat up and looked down at your cute little face all scrunched up while you whined once more with your eyes squeezed shut. Careful not to wake you just yet, he slowly pulled the blanket off your body taking notice of the way you bucked your hips lightly. “Y/n” he whispered. “Wake up baby.” Y/n stayed fast asleep. Growing impatient, Felix decided he couldn’t wait any longer for you. After all, you’d kept him up all night already. Taking matters into his own hands, he scooped you up and began to make his way toward your shared bathroom, earning a frightened yelp from you. Now finally awake, you asked “Felix? What’s going on? Why did you wake me up?”

“Be patient baby. You’ll see” he said, stepping into the shower and turning it on. He walked back over to you and placed his lips on yours taking your bottom lip into his mouth, causing you to moan once more. Slowly, he made his way down your neck marking you up until he made it to the only article of clothing you wore to bed (his boxers), and tugged them off of you seeing that you were already wet for him after your sex dream and the make out session, and causing his own member to grow making a rather obvious tent. After removing his own boxers, he scooped you up again placing his arm around your waist, and he continued making out with you as he slowly backed into the shower.

Apologies again for taking FOREVER to post the full fic 😅 I kinda didn’t know how to write smut before… but here we go! Smut starts here—>

“Felix!” Is all you manage to get out before Felix has you slammed against the shower wall, water spraying you both as he does. His lips crash against yours and he slides his tongue into your mouth hungrily. Pulling away for a minute he comments “you taste so good love”. The water soaks his long blond locks and drips down his face, making him appear sexier by the second. He looks even better than he did in your dream.

“Lix” you moan out, “you look so fucking hot right now”. He responds by moving to suck on your neck again, pressing his thigh to your core to help you gain more pleasure. Your body responds immediately as you move to grind lightly against Felix’s thigh. The feeling it gives you makes you grow hornier and hornier until you can’t stand it. “Felix! Please. I need more” you say as you buck your hips in the air while he pulls away from your neck. “Whatever you need y/n” he replies, sinking to his knees.

Felix places a kiss against your core before beginning slow with a few kitten licks. You can barely stand it he’s being so slow and gentle. Attempting to gain more friction, you push your hips toward his face. “Be patient y/n” he scolds as he grabs your hips firmly to hold you in place. The veins in his forearms pop out slightly from the force behind his grip and the water continues dripping down his chin. All you can do is bite down on your lip to hold yourself back as Felix continues using his tongue painfully slow. Finally you feel his mouth speed up and he begins pushing you further into his mouth. He continues his assault with his lips and his tongue while practically growling around your core. You almost get whiplash with how quickly he’s changed the pace. It isn’t long before you’re warning him “Felix I’m so close. I’m gonna-“ your words are cut off when he suddenly rams his entire cock inside you causing you to finish all at once around his dick.

You scream out in pleasure… but Felix doesn’t let up at all. Instead he begins ramming into you hard and fast, using your cum as lube around his thick cock. “Felix! It’s too much” you whimper. “Aw is my baby a little overstimulated?” He growls out in his deep voice. “This is what you get for keeping me up all night. I’m gonna fuck you so good until you’re exhausted. How does that sound y/n?” Your body starts to go slightly limp in his grasp, but you manage to squeak out a quiet “yessir. I’ll do whatever you want Felix.” He smirks and manhandles you until your hands are pressed against the wall and your body is bent over so he can take you from behind. Your exhausted body is being held up by his strong arms, and you can’t help but feel turned on again by how dominant your boyfriend has suddenly become.

It isn’t long before you feel another orgasm building up. You can tell Felix is getting close too from the way his thrusts have grown more and more sloppy. Suddenly you feel the band snap inside you and you’re coming again around his hard cock. “Fuck y/n I can feel you squeezing my dick. It feels amaz-“ he gets cut off as his own orgasm hits him shortly after yours. He pulls out and grabs your chin, guiding you toward another passionate kiss. And before you can protest, his finger slides inside you. “Fuck!” You scream out, still feeling overwhelmed from your most recent orgasm. “Felix I don’t think I can cum again” you whine against his lips. “Think again baby. I bet you’ve got one more left in you.” You nod at him pathetically, knowing he won’t take no for an answer.

His lips wander all over your body, leaving marks on your neck. Then your chest. Then your thighs. Meanwhile his hand continues pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. Your legs shake as you try to hold yourself up, but you’re feeling more and more overstimulated. Seeing you struggle to stand, Felix moves back up to your lips and places another kiss before wrapping his free arm around your lower back for support. “Come for me baby. I can tell you’re getting tired” he whispers in your ear. Fuck. You feel your strongest orgasm washing over you and your vision begins to go black. You’re so lost in your own pleasure you don’t notice that you’ve just ejaculated all over Felix’s torso. You hear his giggle and snap out of it, finally opening your eyes. “That was amazing.” He says staring at your fluids all over his abs. His amusement then turns to concern as he looks at your tired and embarrassed face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” You simply nod in response and let Felix take over. You continue to drift in and out of consciousness, but Felix holds you up and gently rinses you off in the shower before drying you off with a towel. He then carries you back to bed wrapped in his bath robe and tucks you in. “Goodnight y/n” he whispers. The last thing you remember is him placing a kiss to your forehead and telling you he loves you before you both doze off for real finally.

The end.

[ilovedinodino]

…i was so miserable? l. hc smau

36. I’m not miserable anymore. (written) wc: 1719

You open the door and find Haechan standing right on your doorstep. He’s wearing a black hoodie, his hands tucked behind his back.

“What are you doing here?!”

"I wanted to see you," He said with his mischievous smile.

"At twelve o’clock at night?" You asked, looking at him in surprise.

Haechan just shrugged and confidently stepped into your apartment. While you were closing the door, he turned around and stopped, looking at you.

There was something shining in Haechan’s eyes, and with a wide smile, he pulled out a bouquet from behind his back. Your favorite flowers. He never forgot such little things, and that’s what made you love and appreciate him so much.

"Flowers? What’s the occasion?" You teased, pretending to be shocked. Haechan mimicked your expression.

"Can’t I just give you flowers?" Haechan asked innocently.

"You can… but on a random Saturday at midnight?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly" Haechan replied with a sly smile.

You took the flowers from his hands, inhaled their scent, and Haechan leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. His attention to detail always amazed and melted your heart. You put the bouquet in a vase and returned to the living room, where he was already sprawled out on the couch. As soon as you sat down next to him, Haechan immediately wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin.

"I missed you so much" He whispered softly, his voice tender.

"God, you’re still so clingy and romantic, even though it’s been a year" You said with a small smile, slightly pulling away to look at him.

"How can I be any different when I have a girlfriend like you?" Haechan looked into your eyes, his gaze warm and deep. The way he looked at you made you flustered, and you quickly averted your gaze.

"I missed you too… By the way, I really liked that photo" You mumbled.

"Photo?" Haechan paused for a second, but then his lips curled into a smirk.

"Yeah, the one you posted on Twitter" You clarified, rolling your eyes, though your voice betrayed that you had secretly stared at it more than once.

"So I did get your attention!" He said triumphantly and then added slyly: "But you decided to keep quiet about it? My baby… I knew you were obsessed with me."

Before you could reply, Haechan pulled you into his arms again, burying his face into your neck and peppering it with soft kisses. His touch made you giggle and squirm.

"Haechan, stop! It tickles!" You tried to wriggle away, but his laughter drowned out all your protests.

“How was your appointment with the psychiatrist today? Did everything go well?” Haechan asked kindly, looking at you intently.

You hesitated for a moment but then smiled. You had been seeing a psychologist and psychiatrist for eight months now. At first, it seemed scary and pointless to you. You didn't believe that talking or treatment could change anything, but it was Haechan who convinced you to try. He was there with you at the first sessions, holding your hand and reassuring you that you'd make it. In the beginning, it was really hard: there were a lot of tears, fears, and disappointments, but gradually, things started to change. You felt yourself getting better, breathing more easily, and not drowning in your own thoughts.

Haechan had always been your steady anchor, your support, and your inspiration. He didn't let you give up and helped even when you couldn't believe in yourself. For that, you were grateful.

“It went well!” You finally said, not hiding your happy smile. “I think it was my best session ever. Usually, after them, I feel this emptiness inside… But today I felt calm, even good.”

Haechan smiled in response and gently ran his hand through your hair.

“I'm so happy, my love” He said warmly. “I'm glad you're doing well now.”

“Thanks to you” you replied, softly snuggling into him.

Haechan shook his head, his gaze turning firm yet gentle.

“No, it’s all thanks to you. You did it on your own.”

“Alright, I won’t argue” You giggled, and he nodded in satisfaction.

“That's right.”

Haechan pulled you closer and kissed you gently on the lips. This kiss was special — slow and unhurried. It carried only love and care, which he desperately wanted to convey to you.

Suddenly, a loud phone ring broke the moment. You pulled away, a little disoriented, and looked at Haechan.

“Who is it?” you asked, and he only grimaced, clearly unwilling to let you go.

“Don’t pay attention” he muttered, unwillingly whispering words to you on your lips, trying to pull you back into his arms.

“Answer it! What if it’s something important?” You insisted, pulling away from his embrace.

With a heavy sigh, Haechan took the phone out of his jeans pocket. On the screen, the name “Jenoya” was flashing.

“What do you want?” Haechan muttered, answering the call, still holding you with his other hand.

You laughed and playfully hit Haechan on the arm for answering Jeno so rudely. Haechan just scoffed, continuing to listen to the caller.

A few seconds passed, and you noticed his expression suddenly change. He froze, eyes wide open, then covered his mouth with his hand. Your heart started pounding faster in surprise.

«What?» you whispered nervously, trying to figure out what was happening.

Haechan pulled the phone away from his ear, switched it to speaker, and brought it closer to you both.

«Say that again to Y/N,» he demanded, barely containing the excitement in his voice.

«Y/N? Hi!» came Jeno’s voice from the speaker. He sounded excited, but at the same time, a little concerned.

You swallowed, still confused, and replied:

«Hi, Jeno. What’s going on?»

«Do you remember that worldwide, very successful dance competition that was held last year in LA? “Dance World”?» Jeno began, pausing slightly. «I… submitted your project with Haechan from last year for the selection, and… they accepted it.»

You froze, staring at the phone in disbelief, then looked over at Haechan. He was staring back at you with the same shocked expression, but slowly, a wide, almost victorious smile began to spread across his lips.

«What?!» You jumped up from the couch, unable to believe your ears.

«“Dance World”? The one everyone talks about? Are you serious? Don’t joke with me like that, Lee Jeno,» your voice trembled with shock and panic.

«I’m not joking!» Jeno exhaled loudly through the phone. «They accepted my— I mean, your submission, and now you can participate this year in the “duet” category!»

«Are you insane?! Why did you submit it?» you exclaimed, unsure how to react.

«I liked your choreography so much, I couldn’t help myself,» Jeno’s voice sounded both guilty and pleased. «I had to send it somewhere… so I accidentally submitted it for the audition.»

«Accidentally?!» You stared at the phone, completely stunned. «You’re crazy, Lee Jeno.»

Your strength left you, and you sank back onto the couch, staring blankly at the floor. The silence was broken by Haechan’s voice.

«Y/N… let’s participate?» His voice was soft but filled with sincerity and hope.

You looked up and saw him gazing at you with those big, puppy-dog, pleading eyes. You knew very well there was something deeper behind that look.

«We don’t even know where it’s happening!» you weakly protested, though you already felt the decision was made.

«In Japan,» Jeno’s voice suddenly rang out from the speaker.

You turned to look at Haechan again, who now seemed as though he might cry from the overwhelming emotions.

«Please?» His voice wavered, and his lips trembled into a tender smile.

You sighed heavily, trying to gather your thoughts.

«Haechan, I’m still battling my anxiety, even when performing in the studio. How will I step onto a global stage?» you whispered, lowering your voice.

Unexpectedly, Haechan dropped to his knees in front of you, tossing the phone onto the couch beside you. You blinked in surprise. He took your hands in his and spoke softly but with confidence:

«Y/N… it’s going to be okay. I promise. It’s just always been my dream to perform at this competition. But most importantly… now I have the chance to not just participate, but to do it with you. With the person I love.»

You stared at him for a long time, trying to process his words. Haechan was so genuine and moving that something inside you clicked. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you understood how much this meant to him. You wanted to thank him for everything—for his support, his love, for always believing in you when you couldn’t believe in yourself. Maybe this wouldn’t just be his chance, but yours too.

Taking a deep breath, you met his warm gaze.

«Okay,» you said quietly.

«Okay?!» Haechan froze for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

«Yes,» you barely nodded before he scooped you up and spun you around the room, squealing with joy like a child who’d just found the perfect gift under the Christmas tree.

«Y/N! Y/N! I love you!» he shouted, spinning you endlessly, while loud celebratory screams erupted from Jeno on the phone.

Finally, Haechan carefully set you back down, his face glowing with pure happiness. He cupped your face in his hands, his big eyes sparkling with love and gratitude.

«Y/N, I love you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you,» he whispered, as though speaking any louder would be impossible.

You couldn’t help but smile. Looking at him, you knew you’d made the right decision. Leaning in, you kissed him, feeling a sense of peace settle over your heart. Somewhere deep inside, a thought crossed your mind:

I’m not miserable anymore.

When you finally pulled apart, your fingers brushed along his jawline. Suddenly, Jeno’s voice from the phone made both of you freeze.

«Oh my god, Jaemin’s going to lose his mind when he hears he’s coming to Japan!»

«Jaemin?!» you and Haechan shouted in unison, spinning toward the phone, staring at the screen in disbelief.

«When did you two get so close?» you asked, but all you got in response were the sounds of a disconnected call.

SYNOPSIS : Haechan was in love with a girl from his dance studio, but one day he accidentally found her Twitter account with her terrible secrets

or how Haechan found out that his crush suffers from depression and anxiety

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note: it’s done omg😭 thanks to everyone who read this! it was my first smau ever so I still think it was a mess but at least I finished this ✔️ please feel free to send me feedback on this smau, i will glad to read your opinions🥺 and i will do extras so stay tuned!

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[youjustwaitsunshine]

i swear last seb post for today but the porsche test is so bewildering to me for multiple reasons.

a) seb contacted porsche for a hypercar test because he was curious according to himself. so he had a bit of sim time and then got a private session in weissach. ok.

b) that session in weissach was accompanied by a porsche works driver. huh alright but seb is a driver that most teams would desperately want in their roster so it makes sense for them to assess him a bit more thoroughly.

c) then he's in aragon as an official part of a 36 hour official wec test. with the entire group of porsche works drivers and another guy they want to test out on the car. this sounds so serious.

d) wait hold on porsche is literally a works team. they have won the previous wec race. sure seb is a platinum driver but he's (outwardly) indecisive about driving again and could have easily just had a private test or long test with a porsche customer team

e) also he's been giving feedback?!? development feedback or general? we don't fucking know??

f) if you're unaware of porsches hierarchical standing in endurance/le mans, they are THE team. porsche to le mans is ferrari to f1. the circuit de la sarthe has the porsche curves. most wec drivers dream of getting a shot at winning le mans on a porsche. a lot of porsche endurance drivers are legends of the sport. sure, a german legend with a german legend is great publicity but

g) according to the man himself (when asked about driving in fe), sebastian does not want to be a publicity mascot (he used the word "Grüßonkel" in german which literally translates to "greeting uncle") for a sport. so all of this leads us to the question

what is this fucker cooking? because i do not believe porsche is unserious enough to sacrifice testing time for a guy who is just curious

[toki-woki-fnaf]

"As a new Faz-Trainee, you are mandated to be taught by our new and improved Helpi model."

In 3 Lives at Freddy's: Follow The Yellow Rabbit you will have a new buddy throughout it all, say hello to Helpi! He's a great conversationalist and a great source of information for your new job. He'll learn how to best suit your needs as he learns more about you, way better than any in-person job training!

WELCOME BACK TO 3LAF!!! With 3LAF: GOLDEN THREAD ENDING IN SEPTEMBER, ITS TIME TO TEASE THE NEXT!!! If joining a Minecraft Third Life server based fully on fnaf and a unique fnaf mod interests you then I'm happy to announce that Invites are open yet again for 3LAF:FTYR! Before you do ask to join or if you want more information then I do suggest looking at our posts for the first 3LAF (Introduction, Animatronic Reveal) and 3LAF:Golden Thread (Introduction 2, Animatronic Reveal 2, Structure Reveal) to get a good vibe on what its about, although both may have incorrect information as they are older! For FTYR we will be having a fun fnaf twist on the Boogeyman mechanic which will be explained in the next teaser more specifically!!! FTYRs start date is around mid-november to december at its latest and will run every saturday from 1PM to 6PM pst (It is that long so people can join late and or take breaks, you do not have to stay for all 5 hours and you may join late into the time <3) 20 out of the 36 slots are currently full so there is plenty of space to come join in as either a player, spectator or backup player, send me a tumblr message asking to join and bam if slots are up then you're in! A note for any players who are wanting in, you got to have a skin that is at least a little vaguely tied to fnaf and I heavily recommend making a character for when you play in sessions, a lot of players use this opportunity to do a lot of roleplay and make silly guys (I suggest looking at the #3laf #3laf-gt and i think #3laf art tag as there you can see a lot of the players FUCKING BANGER ART AND CHARACTERS I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH!!!!)

Regardless, thank you for reading!!! I am the sole modder that makes this mod so it's very very fun to be able to show my work in these silly little teasers, on a more developer side: Coding Helpi has been such a pleasure and such a nightmare, i've had to rewrite his code twice... the second time I fully coded his main system and as soon as a celebrated it all got corrupted... only Helpi got corrupted which was quite ironic. I'm giving this one an extra month and a half as I don't want to burnout on developing but I've been having a very silly time with what I have been coding, I'm very excited to see people go silly with all the new stuff!!!! <3 <3 <3

[kikyoupdates]

⭑˚💞⭑ yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

00 — prologue 01 — a living miracle 02 — taking precautions 03 — swinging like a champ 04 — mr. two-faced 05 — the protagonist's arrival 06 — and so it begins 07 — stranger danger 08 — unexpected kinships 09 — not a partygoer 10 — awfully persistent 11 — trying a new approach 12 — top of the class 13 — swords and scones 14 — insatiable appetite 15 — an unwanted partner 16 — too close for comfrot 17 — academic distinguishment 18 — never ask for directions 19 — royally screwed 20 — call it payback 21 — stay disciplined 22 — tavern shenanigans 23 — pricked by a rose 24 — concerning weakness 25 — on school grounds 26 — knights tourney 27 — unpleasant discussion 28 — taking chances 29 — heavy heart 30 — library brainstorming session 31 — a friend's duty 32 — intoxication 33 — the aftermath 34 — dancing without a care 35 — personality shift 36 — clean slate 37 — worst date ever 38 — threatened 39 — feelings awry 40 — happiness 41 — a taste so sweet 42 — in denial 43 — revelation 44 — endless dream 45 — bereaved 46 — a hidden smile 47 — going to be okay 48 — thief's penance 49 — enraged 50 — hope and despair 51 — a sickening arrangement 52 — in theory 53 — to challenge fate

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[bywonyo]

1OO reasons why & and things that i love about @coiwony, lilou, my soul sister ☘️

i saw my lilou’s post about the 100 things she loves about me and i couldn’t help but want to do the same thing >< this didn’t take me long because there’s so many reasons to love her, i love you princess !!!!!!

O1 how you always put such a big effort into making me feel comforted

O2 how good you are with words

O3 all the pet names you call me

O4 how beautiful of a person you are

O5 how you’re always so enthusiastic

O6 how you always manage to say the right thing

O7 how you genuinely make me feel seen

O8 how funny you are

O9 the way you’re actually a nice person at heart

1O the way you have the same interests as me

11 how supportive you are

12 how you can talk to me for hours

13 how you make me feel so loved

14 the way you’re just so awesome sauce

15 your music taste

16 the way you’re so positive

17 the way you make my name sound so much more special

18 how you understand me even with all my spelling errors

19 how you never let me give up

2O your creativity

21 how you always match my energy

22 the way you always know when or not to be serious

23 the way you’ve sticked with me for so long

24 how your words sound so genuine

25 how kind you are

26 how our timezones somehow align

27 the way you match my freak

28 you always hype me up

29 you always answer at the right time

3O how you’re always down for deep talks

31 how you always understand my point of view

32 how empathetic of a person you are

33 our inside jokes

34 you never judge me

35 you always make me laugh

36 how you have made such a deep bond with me even though we’re online friends

37 you tolerate my unproductive ass

38 you somehow make time fly so fast

39 how you never let me lose an i love you more argument

4O you don’t mind my unfunny brain rot jokes

41 you’re so comforting to be around

42 you never make me feel like i’m annoying

43 how you always make me forget my worries

44 you give me genuine and great advice

45 how loyal you are

46 how you’re always honest

47 you’re so unique

48 you make me feel like a better person

49 how patient you are with my late responses

5O how you make me have some faith in this world

51 how you always admire the little things in life

52 how you always remember stuff about us

53 your compliments that always make me blush

54 how you never make me feel like too much

55 how silly you are

56 how you make me a better person

57 the way you love me more than some of my real life friends

58 how you make me feel so confident that you’ll always stick with me to the end

59 our unhinged flirting sessions

6O the unhealthy amount of times we kiss over text

61 how you always miss me when i miss you

62 how you always make me appreciate life a little more

63 the fact that you motivate me

64 our playlists that we make together

65 how you genuinely care

66 the fact that you’re never boring

67 the way you remember the little details

68 your opinions that are always so positive and relatable

69 the pfps that we matched together

7O you’re just so beautiful

71 that time i was going through chaos with my little brother and you were supporting me until i was free

72 how you always make me feel so complete

73 that time i drank four cups of boba and you scolded me and i couldn’t stop cracking up

74 how you have such a sweet soul

75 how you always make me energized

76 you’re my safe place

77 how you always believe in me

78 how often you glaze me

79 our conversations that are so chaotic but heartfelt at the same time

8O “angel” that never fails to make me flustered

81 the songs you associate with me

82 oh and the fact that you think about me while listening to absolute bangers

83 you’re so adorable

84 your voice

85 how you’d do all the love languages if we met

86 how you’re the jae to my yeppi

87 how you love me despite my flaws

88 how your company always feels like a warm blanket in a cold room

89 all the asks you send me

9O our hour long insta convo about soulmates

91 how attached you make me feel t you

92 your connection with god

93 how you notice small things about me

94 how you always support my weird ideas

95 how you always take me back to one of the best summers of my life, 2024 july !!

96 how you came back to blr for me?? :(

97 how you make my playlist sound so much better because you’re on my mind

98 you’re such a beautifully structured person, like a man building a statue of the love of his life, his muse, yknow?

99 you’re my muse

1OO the fact that just simply love you, and you never fail to make me feel loved as well.

[illyria-and-her-pet]

I read through USAG's CAS appeal & imo it is legitimately much worse than the one Jordan's lawyers made.

The only good point USAG made at all was that Romania's 1st official legal filing on August 6th only mentioned that Jordan's Gogean was incomplete + Sabrina was given wrong OOB & that they did not mention Jordan's inquiry was late until an August 8th email.

However, the president of the Romanian gymnastics federation did already mention Jordan's inquiry was late on TV on August 6th. So presumably Romania already suspected the inquiry was late, but didn't find or add evidence until August 8th.

USAG confirms they tried to ask NBC for any video footage they had of Cecile's movements after Jordan's score was posted, but they didn't have any. Only Religion of Sports (Simone's documentary team) had audio of Cecile's verbal inquiry (no video tho).

USAG lawyers also use the same exact 49/57 sec numbers Jordan's lawyers use, which contradicts their PR statement of 47/55 sec. They also acknowledge there is a "difference of a few seconds between Omega's time & Religion of Sports time" at 15:32:17 vs 15:31:52 but claim it is "irrelevant since what matters in this case is not the exact time, but the 60 sec lapse of time following the display of Jordan's score," ignoring the fact that having exact times likey make the difference between whether Cecile was on time or not. They don't argue any delay between Omega vs OBS or arena scoreboard, just claim it irrelevant 💀. They also acknowledge it took 47 seconds for Cecile to leave at all, but still claim she made it on time at 49 seconds because the table is a few meters away. Jordan's own lawyers said the same thing, but they seconds to reach the waiting area with Jordan after leaving the inquiry officers table + we have video proof it took both Laurent & Cecile 10-14 seconds to reach the waiting area from the inquiry officers. USAG also admits Cecile left the inquiry table at 15:32:55 & quotes the inquiry officer as having told Cecile she actually needs the d score to complete the inquiry at 15:32:57.

USAG also says Cecile argued at the original hearing that she made it on time because NBC live video shows the inquiry was announced 35 seconds in the arena after Jordan's score had been posted. This is impossible as USAG's own video proves NBC posted Jordan's score 4-5 seconds after OBS did & they admit Cecile doesn't leave until 47 sec mark. That means the earliest Cecile could have left in NBC video was 42 sec mark, not 35 seconds. We also have video from the official Olympic replays showing when Jordan's score was announced in the arena:

3:31:50 Arena announcer anounces score for Jordan

3:33:26 Arena annoucer announces inquiry for Jordan

3:33:45 Commentators realize Jordan inquiry was accepted

3:33:50 Arena announcer announces inquiry has been accepted

That means there was 1 minute and 36 seconds between the arena announcer announcing Jordan's score vs Jordan's inquiry, not 35 seconds. I don't have the NBC video but I'm pretty sure Laurie & Justin didn't announce the inquiry 35 seconds after the score was posted when I watched live.

Finally USAG claims decreasing the amount of medals they won directly causes them economic and moral harm because the number of Olympic medals won by its gymnasts contributes to their "aura" & "ability to attract and develop high level gymnasts to achieve it's social purpose."

[arrow-translates]

Jan 11th 2025 Paradox Tribe TRANSLATION [cozmez & Haruomi)

Haruomi - 12:03 What? The cozmez pair aren’t here yet?

Haruomi - 12:04 Looks like they’re still not ready. I’ll wait for them.

Kanata - 12:08 didn’t know we’d started already

Nayuta - 12:12 what is this?

Kanata - 12:12 we’re not here to chat or anything are we?

Haruomi - 12:13 We are. It’d be good to talk.

(both posted at the same time) Haruomi - 12:15 You said you liked Raimentei’s chuukadon when you were playing the game, right?

Kanata - 12:15 okay, you’re always cooking a ton at Raimentei, how on earth are you gonna be bad at a cooking game?

Nayuta - 12:15 oh, they overlapped

Kanata - 12:16 you go first, shura

Haruomi - 12:16 Sure.

Haruomi - 12:17 During the game, you said you liked the chuukadon and yakisoba at Raimentei, but are they better than the ramen?

Nayuta - 12:18 well, i mean ramen’s the clear winner, but the others are good too

Haruomi - 12:19 I see. That’s good, then. What was it you wanted to ask me?

Kanata - 12:21 i asked how you were so bad at cooking in the game when you’re the cook at Raimentei

Kanata - 12:21 don’t make me ask again

Haruomi - 12:22 It’s ‘cause don’t normally play videogames. Do any of the Heads here play a lot of games?

Nayuta - 12:29 uh, should we answer that too?

Haruomi - 12:30 Yeah. If you can, please.

Haruomi - 12:35 Now that I think about it, when we were recording the gameplay you guys were reminiscing. You said something about picking up a game somewhere?

Nayuta - 12:36 oh yeah, the one we found in the trash dump

Kanata - 12:37 that game broke like immediately

Nayuta - 12:38 no, kanata, you broke it

Kanata - 12:39 forreal?

Nayuta - 12:41 you don’t remember? the screen started bugging out so you beat the absolute crap out of it

Kanata - 12:42 whatever. it probably wasn’t even that fun

Haruomi - 12:43 Is that so…

Kanata - 12:43 we both said it was just as boring as usual

Nayuta - 12:44 by the way, this is totally off-topic, but where are you right now?

Haruomi (who’s with Chisei apparently) - 12:45 We’re both travelling abroad on our bikes at the moment.

Kanata - 12:46 hah?

Nayuta - 12:47 i mean that’s nice and all but i don’t care, when are you coming back?

Haruomi - 12:47 Haven’t decided yet. We’re considering returning home temporarily if and when we want to write some music.

Nayuta - 12:48 what the hell, without Raimentei there’s barely anywhere to eat 'round here

Kanata - 12:49 right. why would you do this to us?

Haruomi - 12:50 Just be patient. That’s all I can say for now.

Kanata - 12:50 fine. then, are we finished here?

Nayuta - 12:51 we don’t have anything else to talk about, we’re good to leave right?

Haruomi - 12:52 No problem. See you at the next REC session.

[txttletale]

bundletober #8: nasty, brutish, and long

welcome to bundletober, the txttletale dot tumblr dot com ttrpg blogging indulgence that absolutely everyone. is talking about? yes! today i read a slightly longer game than most of the ones i've been talking about here, because, frankly, it captivated me. nasty brutish, and long, by not writing, is a game about rebellion.

what instantly drew me into this game is that 'rebellion' isn't abstract and it doesn't happen for no reason. a lot of games like to style themselvs as being 'about rebellion' or 'about revolution', with no actual desire to engage in why revolutions happen--there's an evil empire and you're fighting it because it's evil. but nasty, brutish, and long is clearly deeply invested in questions of class and economics--part of the first session asks you to consider the economic state of the nation:

and yet another part gives you a 36-item table to roll on for an inciting incident for the revolution in question:

i love this shit--well, firstly, because i love games that give you strong plot hooks, games that tell you about their world, games that imply possibilities through options rather than grabbing your lapels and telling you what possibilities are on the table in tedious monologue. but second because this shows that the game wants to tell stories about the realities of revolution, that it is founding itself in history as more than just an aesthetic.

another really cool thing that happens before you even get out of character creation is 'backgrounds' -- as part of creating your character, you select four backgrounds (professions your character has worked), which are separated by social class (another choice you make at character creation). while you can always choose, the game encourages you to roll on yet more tables and make a story from that--i've done it a few times, and it's great fun.

for example, in the course of writing this post i created geoffrey--born a rural peasant class, he was taken in under the wing of a preacher after his family died. the preacher recognizes his potential and groomed him to be his successor--when the preacher eventually passed away, geoffrey, who'd always been a confident silvertongued lad, became his rural township's pastor. however, although he was convincing, he'd never been a true believer--so while when on a pilgrimage a merchant approached him with a simple scheme, using the legal immunity afforded to pilgrims to have him smuggle contraband into the country, he happily became a smuggler. this worked out great for a while, and saw geoffrey make a very tidy sum--but after a particularly close call he realized that he needed to get the hell out of this arrangement. with the sum of his ill-gotten gains, he travelled to a city and purchased a bookstore, becoming a middle class shop owner. he happily lived out the next few decades selling books--but at heart, he missed the fire of a sermon, having the ear of a crowd, so in his late years he passed his shop on to his son and became an elderly teacher, bringing literacy to the village of his youth.

this is exactly the kind of thing i fucking love about tabletop roleplaying games, the feeling that the game is chiming in with me as i try to tell a story, throwing me these weird curveballs i have to 'yes, and!' to create a backstory i'd never have thought of on a million years on my own. something else worth noting is that character creation is very open for a forged in the dark game -- you're unlkely to even have the same set of attributes as someone else, and you can pick backgrounds and abilities (mostly) totally independent of one another or any overarching playbook-type restriction.

the game itself diverges from blades in a lot of interesting ways. instead of blades' system of looking for the highest die, nasty, brutish, and long operates on a die pool system, which is what allows for it to add a large pile of levers for influencing rolls, including using multiple attributes for the same roll--there seems to be some OSR influence in here, with the open-endedness of the actual moment to moment gameplay and the vast amount of opportunities to use and exchange in-game resources. that said, unlike OSR stuff, there's a lot of effort being put in here to hand narrative control to players. instead of just saying 'you succeed' on a success, it says, 'the PC narrates what happens' which is a really cool spin on the usual success/mixed success/failure trifecta. players also get the ability to make up NPCs by expending resources, which is super cool.

other highlights include a take on burning wheel's drives system, a weird version of blades' resist mechanic that lets you change, rather than avert, the consequence your character faces, and a take on 'downtime' that frames it as more of a timeskip, during which years can pass. it's pretty cool stuff.

oh, and finally--the fucking style of this game is incredible. it does a lot with very little colour--a few splashes of dark red here and there is all it needs to complement its striking black and white, rich sense of texture, and

if there's one thing i don't like about nasty, brutish, and long, it's that it doesn't have any strong ideas about what the players need to be doing. the game establishes social turmoil and brewing revolution, makes a huge point of social class and class differences, but the verbs, the substance of what your player characters do, is deliberately left totally open. and that's cool for some people, some people like that openness a lot! but for me, who appreciates a tight and specific design, it doesn't do much. the tagline says its 'an game about class and revolution'--and i'm not sure i can fully agree with that. it'd be more accurate to call it a game 'containing class and revolution'. which is a step up from a lot of games that claim to be revolutionary, as i said before--but at the end of the day leaves me feeling like something's been left on the table.

still, there's a huge amount here worth checking out--even if you don't intend on playing it, it's a great look into the different directions you can take the forged in the dark framework, and a great tool for Making Up Guys. can't go wrong with making up a guy!

nasty, brutish, and long can be purchased as a digital download through itch.io

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Session 5 Trivia "Winner" & Related Stats

Keep reading for the scoring explanation!

Okay so it took me a week because I got sick literally the day Episode 5 dropped and I've been fighting for my life (metaphorically) for the past week but I finally got the Trivia Week stats added to the Wild Life Spreadsheet! (It's also been updated weekly since my last post about it after episode 3, there's just been nothing super interesting since then) Obligatory, I think I got everything right but if I've missed anything or made any mistakes just let me know!

So basically what I did was tally up everyone's scores and then I weighted each correct answer based on the assigned difficulty. So a correct easy question would be worth 1 point, a medium is 2, and a hard is 3. That resulted in the following Top 5 ranking (full ranking visible in the spreadsheet):

BUT some players received more questions or more difficult questions than others, so I also put together a "normalized" ranking system that gives each player a score out of 100 based on the number of questions they received (this should also help a bit if I missed anything during my data collection but please do let me know if I missed a question, specifically for Jimmy, Lizzie, or Tango). Basically how this worked is that I calculated the maximum points each player could get from the questions they were given and used that to create a "difficulty rating" out of 100. I then took the actual amount of points they received and scaled it based on their difficulty rating. I don't know if y'all can see the formulas I used in the Google Sheet but lmk if anyone wants a deep dive into this method! I've only had like a semester and a half of statistics so this may not be a super mathematically sound method but it's the most fair one I could come up with.

Anyways: this normalized scoring system resulted in the graph you saw at the top of the post and a Top 5 ranking of:

Note: Impulse and Tango are tied at EXACTLY 55.555... points each and I don't know how they managed that, but Joel is about 0.136 points higher than Pearl

So not wildly different but It did shake things up a bit, especially in the rest of the rankings, and it gives you a better idea of the overall scale! For reference here's the graph again:

Some fun facts about the stats that I found:

Etho and Gem are the only players who answered every single question correctly (Etho received 4 hard questions while Gem only received 1, so he scored much higher than her in my scoring system. If you're counting purely the percentage of correct questions, Etho and Gem are tied for first and then there's a five-way tie for second)

Etho, Gem, Lizzie, and Skizz are the only players who never answered a question incorrectly, but Lizzie and Skizz were both victims of bot interference, and thus their timers ran out.

Overall, the server answered 75% of the questions correctly and had a normalized score of 36.

The distribution of question difficulties is incredibly close to evenly distributed (see spreadsheet for exact numbers)

Grian had the lowest difficulty rating, followed by Ren, Jimmy, and then Gem (He really doesn't know his own series, huh?)

Etho had the highest difficulty rating, followed by a three-way tie between Impulse, Scar, and Tango

There was a slightly noticeable correlation between the difficulty of the question failed and the resulting punishment, but the sample size is so small it's hard to say whether there was actually a reason behind this. (See spreadsheet for data and chart, it's mildly interesting)

The most drastic shift in placement due to the normalization is a tie between Tango, who moved up seven places (diff rating= 83), and Ren, who moved down seven places (diff rating = 56).

Unrelated but the snails still have the highest kill count on the server, even if you combine every single player kill.

This was a lot of fun and I can't wait to find more useless things to analyze that no one asked for!

[d-place4u]

Little bit

Just here to watch content and talk with right people..36 years single guy from Europe....my last blog was nukedat end of 2024..so I decided to start ne one..if you know, Cro.Zg ;)

Posting about kinky and similar stuff..but can talk about anything. I am not here to pay for talking and I am not interested being submissive.

Don't ask for pic right away..if we talk and we connect maybe you will get some pics but not right away.

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[fountainpenguin]

"If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?" (x)

New Fairly OddParents 'fic today!

Frayed Knots - Chapter 37

"Greater Odds"

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☁️ Cloudlands AU

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In which Anti-Cosmo struggles with right and wrong, submits his godparenting application, helps his fiancée crossdress, and forms a closer bond with Wanda Fairywinkle.

Also, if you didn't catch Chapter 36 - "House of Cards" - when I posted the new Frayed Knots cover on Friday the 13th, don't forget to read that first!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Greater Odds

Splitting with Anti-Lance ached so deep in my chest, I thought I’d fall to tiny pieces, my arms and legs strewn like confetti shreds across the floor. For a week, I pushed through campus life with a gritted smile damn well plastered on my face. I held composure as best I could in Mona’s company, knowing she looked to me for support in this time of separation, but Blonda was a different story. With the start of the semester came the return of our study sessions - and the absence of her judgmental sister - and after a bit of prodding on Blonda’s part, I finally cracked.

“He- he showed me through sacred ceremony how much he cared, that he loved and cherished me, that he desired my happiness… a-and when I offered to pleasure him in return, he dropped me…”

“I’m so sorry,” Blonda told me. She never touched me without permission - didn’t try to take my hand or force a hug - and she never asked that I shut up. She didn’t make any side comments like “Anti-Fairy culture is so incomprehensible” either, which I appreciated more than I really expressed at the time. I quieted on my own eventually, but keeping my mind on our early-semester studies was more difficult than I would’ve liked. My dripping nose and soppy eyes kept getting in the way. Ugh.

“Don’t tell Anti-Saffron,” I begged Blonda, clutching her shirt before she reached the door on our way out. “She’ll consider me a total loser!”

Blonda raised her brows so high, I half expected her to reply, “And this would be news to her HOW?” But… she didn’t. So I liked Blonda quite a bit.

Carl Poofypants High didn’t have a second room with an array for Anti-Fairies to roost from. I went back and forth about this with the faculty several times, with them pulling all sorts of excuses as to why they couldn’t prepare another room in a timely fashion. Bundling close with arms and wings wrapped around each other kept Mona and I from succumbing to gangrene (Again), but living outside wasn’t practical- I found myself anti-poofing back and forth between our tree and the Fairywinkle twins’ room to store my homework or pick it up again. Both Wanda and I were salty about it. And while my rank as stepson of the High Count technically granted me allotted funds and my own private accountant… I had a little too much pride to beg the off-campus housing options to give a pair of young Anti-Fairies a chance. No. I had a different plan in mind.

When out first semester vacation hit, Mona and I travelled to the Anti-Bentleaf colony to tell her mums. Anti-Penny and Anti-Dixie gushed over her, with the latter sobbing about how big her little cowgirl had grown. They peppered me about the same.

Maybe, I thought, taking every cheek kiss with due regality, marrying a dame I’ve fallen out of love with won’t be as rough as I feared. After all, my in-laws adored me. I’d even done 1 on 1 training with Anti-Penny back in the day, studying architecture, art history, and practising my demon summoning. I couldn’t walk away from all that.

We spent two nights with her family, then continued on our way to the Blue Castle. Anti-Buster opened the entry door while we floated through. He congratulated me, though I could tell from the stern line across his forehead that he still held out hope I’d break things off with Mona and attempt to repair the knots in my karmic weave. Yes, well… It just wasn’t fated that way. Or maybe I just didn’t want to. I smiled back at him and said nothing. His eyes narrowed. Then he swept off. “Perfectly peculiar,” Mona said.

“Yes, indeed. Seeing as he engaged me in play and learning far more than Anti-Bryndin did - or my mother, for that matter - I was looking forward to his response. I’d like him to stand with me on our wedding day.” Anti-Robin certainly doesn’t deserve to.

“Not that,” she said. When I blinked and turned, she lowered her voice, pulling her amauti hood even tighter around her ears. “He’s without red regality.”

“… The cloak.” I whipped my head down the empty corridor, then back to Mona. “I wondered why the field sounded so tense. Do you think he’s stepped down as First General?”

Not for his daughters. He won’t even acknowledge they’re his in public. How is Anti-Wanda handling this? Is she all right? She’d worked alongside her father ever since joining the camarilla. I should talk to her.

My core began to beat, dragging at Cosmo’s conscious mind until I felt him turn and either chew his shoulder or the back of his leg. Hold the crystal ball… I had misgivings about pulling strings for Anti-Buster’s death in spite of Mother’s pushing… but I think I could send a stranger to their next incarnation without batting an eye.

My brains were meant for so much more than clawing at the walls… and I deserved so much better than being scoffed at by a Fairy school for following Anti-Fairy custom and leaving Anti-Lance’s colony when it no longer fit my needs. I could’ve been an architect, you know. I very nearly was. Why, with my exam scores - minus the ones unfairly discriminating against me for being an Anti-Fairy - Carl Poofypants’ administration should be tripping over themselves to secure me a new room with my very own array! They ought to beg that I stay enrolled. They weren’t the only Fairy World high school around- I was hardly bound to their rules and regulations. Certainly not if they couldn’t give me or my culture the time of day.

On parchment, the dancing thoughts I so boldly entertained were still treasonous and cruel, but they were a mite less treason than they could be. Taking out a man I didn’t know sounded much more palpable to my sensitivities than killing the one who’d raised me. Not to mention, the little I knew of Big Daddy Fairywinkle - Anti-Buster’s counterpart - had not precisely assured me I wouldn’t meet resistance if I crept into his house, even with all the demon-summoner knowledge I possessed.

And then I shan’t be dooming Wanda, Blonda, Anti-Wanda, and Anti-Wendy to life without their fathers. Yes. Yes, I was quite sure I could kill another drake if it meant sparing Anti-Buster from the cruel, simmering plots of my mum.

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