#no one is more gentle than george 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Regina George's Sister

Cady Heron x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: protective relationship, secret relationship

Request:

mayhaps a cady heron x reader where reader is regina’s sister and cady and reader have been secretly dating for months because neither of them want regina to find out but then regina ends up catching them kissing or something idk im bad at requests feel free to go nuts😭😭

Mean Girls requests are open.

A/N: I could not figure out how to end this, so please forgive me.

If there was one thing anyone needed to know about Regina post-Spring Fling, it was that she didn't change much. She was just kinder to Gretchen and Karen, who still loyally followed Regina along. She still instilled fear in those around her, even if she was much nicer than she had been. Once a Queen Bee regains her crown, it's hard to repossess it. This was the prime reason Cady and (Y/n) decided to keep their relationship a secret from the blonde due to how protective she was over her younger sister. The problem was, despite being together for the past three months, they were very bad at keeping their relationship a secret.

It was Janis and Damian who were the ones to usually catch them making out under the stairwell. Which is where they found Cady and (Y/n) today, too. The two were on their way to French class, and they typically met Cady there. Which is why they weren't surprised to see them locking lips, despite their usual desire to hide from Regina. It occurred to Janis and Damian that the two were starting to get comfortable with not getting caught, so they were becoming more careless.

"You know," Janis's words startled the two of them as they jumped apart from each other. The action caused Janis to smirk as Damian snickered at the two. "If you two continue to make out one of the biggest make-out corners, Regina is definitely going to find you two. Eventually, you're not going to get saved by Damian and me. So, stop being stupid, and find a less obvious make-out spot. Come on, Cady, we're going to be late."

Damian quirked his brow nosily at the two as he looked over (Y/n) before following Janis to their class. "She's kind of right," Cady said, her cheeks a bright shade of red having been caught for the fourth time by Janis and Damian that week. "We're getting careless, and if we don't want Regina to find out, we need to start doing better." She spoke with a type of seriousness in her voice that caused (Y/n) to smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Cady questioned, though due to the look (Y/n) gave, she had a hint as to what (Y/n) had running through her mind.

"Oh, nothing," (Y/n) teased before placing a gentle kiss on Cady's lips. Cady reciprocated easily, almost forgetting about just getting caught, and the fact that Janis and Damian were most likely waiting on the top of the stairs for her. "I just think you're cute when you're serious about things. You puff your cheeks out and narrow your eyes slightly, and you just look so determined. Anyways, see you after class, Brainiac. I love you."

(Y/n) kissed Cady's cheek as she exited the stairwell, leaving behind a very smiley Cady to join her very annoyed best friends. "I'm sick of these shenanigans, Cady. When are you just going to tell Regina to truth? She's gotten much nicer since you overthrew her at the Spring Fling. Well, I guess, we all overthrew her." Damian pondered on this, walking into the classroom and sitting in his usual seat beside Janis. Cady had turned her seat towards her friends, who were expecting an answer from her.

"She retook the crown, remember? She has too much pride to really learn a lesson. And, even if she is nicer, you both know how she is when it comes to (Y/n)." Cady reminded the group with a raised brow. She didn't necessarily want to talk about this. Every time they got into it, it was them trying to convince Cady to come clean, but that wasn't something (Y/n) wanted. "Besides, right now, (Y/n) also doesn't want to tell Regina, and I think it's important to make sure I don't just ignore her wants. I feel the same as her, too. I'm not ready for Regina to know."

Janis rolled her eyes as the teacher entered, disrupting their conversation. It was getting harder for her and Damian to divert the Plastics away from their usual make-out spots and to make up excuses. Janis and Damian were incredibly loyal, so they weren't just going to stop helping them, but at this point, the two of them needed to buck up and just talk to Regina.

After class, Cady met with (Y/n) for their shared free period, where they went to one of their usual spots. Janis knew where they were, and that's why she almost gave herself whiplash when she saw Regina headed in that direction. "Regina, you can't go that way. I think they're going construction or something." Janis blurted, knowing her excuse was horrible, but it was the only thing to come to mind at the time. And it was obvious that Regina didn't buy it.

"Oh, sure, Janis, they're doing construction on the hallway." Regina narrowed her eyes, wondering just how stupid Janis thought she was. She couldn't help but also feel annoyed at Janis's presence since she was trying to keep her from something. "I need something from my locker."

As Regina turned the corner, her eyes widened at Cady and (Y/n) tucked in a doorway, hidden from the view of most people. It wouldn't phase her if they weren't kissing each other to the point where both she and Janis were wondering if they could breathe. "What the fuck is going on here?" Regina crossed her arms. She hated when people didn't keep her in the loop almost as much as she hated seeing her younger sister kissing one of her friends. She felt slightly betrayed by both but was willing to hear out an explanation if it was good enough.

(Y/n) pulled away from Cady in shock before looking over to the strawberry blonde. "Regina, I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you like this…" She whispered out, looking at her shoes and rubbing her arm in disappointment. She never did well with hiding things from her sister. Cady noticed this as she placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Cady and I have been dating since the Spring Fling, we just didn't know how to tell you. Don't be mad at her, it was my decision to keep it a secret." (Y/n) explained, though the decision was mutual. She just didn't want Regina to be even more upset with Cady than she might be.

"I'm more upset that you two kept it a secret." Regina examined her sister. She always had a soft spot for (Y/n), and seeing her sister feel ashamed of herself made her feel a little bad. "I can forgive that you two kept it a secret as long as you two agree to not make out in spaces I might be in."

This was the closest to an approval that (Y/n) was going to get. Looking up with a smile, she hugged Regina happily. "Okay, deal," she said as her sister patted her back gently, narrowing her eyes at Cady briefly. The strawberry blonde looked sheepish before glancing away to avoid eye contact. Regina nodded at the fear she still instilled before releasing her sister. It was a bit weird to see them together, but it was nothing she couldn't get used to as she walked off to her locker.

"I told you two that you were going to get caught." Janis had her arms crossed with a small smirk. Saluting them gently, she turned back to return to the art studio that she was spending too much time away from.

[abiiors]

VEEEEEEE, i messaged you a few days ago that i was at work and thinking many thoughts of ross and i am once again at work and thinking many thoughts of our big beautiful man…

IN PARTICULAR idk why this is the scenario on my mind but ROSS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU 🤭🤭🤭 and being sosoooooo smitten and soft for you…. (gnawing at my enclosure) like in this scenario i keep thinking about, it’s ross waiting for you to show up to like an intimate gathering of friends and you’ve met the boys and everyone before through charli cause that’s bestie (need her expeditiously) and you and ross really hit it off!! his head is full of nothing but thoughts of you!! so he’s clearly distracted until you get there then he’s all smiles and laughs and gentle touches (need to be institutionalized) but ALSO until you get there he’s all impatient and antsy asking charli if you let her know what time you’d be there but he asks it more than once so everyone starts teasing him for having a crush and then they tease him even more once you get there cause his whole demeanor changes i’m thinking many normal thoughts 😍😍😍

OH MY GODDDDDDD ANON YOU'RE IN MY HEAD BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY A SLEEP SCENARIO FOR ME!!!! i love the whole dynamic of having a crush so much, it's just SO. SOFT. 😭😭

yes, absolutely, you've been introduced to their friend group through charli because she is the fucking coolest and makes an offhanded comment like "hmmm you know what now that you're single, there's someone i wanna introduce you to" (that someone being ross obv) and you do absolutely hit it off but maybe you're both a bit shy at first to ask each other out immediately. like you like each other a lot and worry that the other might not feel the same but oh lordddd he is so down bad.

he's quite good at hiding it though, or maybe he thinks he's quite good at hiding it 🤭 like he won't go up to charli and directly ask her when you're coming. he'd instead just casually be like "oh, thought your friend was coming too, isn't she?" all cool and aloof as if he doesn't care, he's just 'curious' but charli instantly clocks it and smirks at him like "well, aren't you curious!!! she's running a bit late don't worry. she'll be here in 15, i just got a text from her."

and he spends the next 15 minutes trying not to hover near the door so he can be the one to open it once the doorbell rings. anyway, he isn't the one to open it--george is. and you go around saying hello to people and hugging both george and charli before you shyly wave at ross and fix your hair a bit (self conscious, it was kinda windy outside and ross finds it so adorable that your hair is all unruly and messy in a very effortlessly sexy way)

charli immediately hooks her arm with yours and pulls you towards ross and goes "so ross is really good at making cocktails and you were saying how you were gasping for a good martini!" and then she sorta pushes you both together towards her home bar and says "go ahead, use whatever you like"

while your back is turned she also throws a wink at ross who rolls his eyes and mouths a silent thank you (she really is a good wingwoman) and well turns out he is really good at making cocktails. you even comment on it and he's like "come on i'll teach you." so you hold the shaker in your hands a bit unsure until you feel him right behind you and so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating off him. his cologne is mouth-wateringly good and you fucking want to turn around and pull him into a kiss.

he is no better tho--his heart is fucking hammering in his chest because he really does fancy you so much and you're so fucking close to him. so he does the second best thing which is wrapping his hand over yours under the guise of teaching you how to make a martini.

your hand is so small and soft in his and it's like the first time he's ever properly touched you so he feels like he's fucking sixteen again. no one is paying attention to the martini, you're both just busy blushing and being idiots in general. <3

[sappymix1]

anything related to dnfbaby please... can be them thinking or talking about baby or having a baby or helping baby with their homework or babysitting someone else's baby prompts baby fever please.

hi bea sorry i took so long 😭😭 1.2k words of dnf baby i hope you like it i love you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

George cried the first time he saw June in her crib. 

It was painfully sudden, tears streaming down his unshaven cheeks as he choked on a sob, and June, oblivious to everything, just slept on, one arm curled up over her head as her legs scrunched towards her body. 

“Hey,” Dream was, unsurprisingly, on him in a second, losing the sleepy haze that had filled his eyes as he held June in favour of purple tinted concern nearly overflowing. “Baby. What’s wrong?” 

The way Dream always talked to him – where he was calling him baby or honey or George but in a tone that made it sound better than any sweet name – made George cry harder. The definitive break, making just what Dream called him a full sentence that said a million different kind words. I love you or whatever. 

George didn’t answer Dream’s question, just let himself find the easy comfort of his broad chest and gentle touch. He buried his face into Dream’s rumpled shirt, right by his heart, and Dream’s hand immediately came up to hold his back. 

“Does something hurt?” Dream asked, and his voice was careful, but George could hear the concern in it and he knew that the doctor’s words – cautious, rest, limited motion – were running through his head as George cried his eyes out into his shoulder. Dream probably thought that he was, like, dying, and George felt a rare rush of guilt for not having resolved the matter as soon as possible. 

“No, I –” He didn’t know how to explain what was happening, so he grasped for the easy answer. “I don’t hurt. Sorry.”

Dream scoffed, but it was more delicate than his normal one. A lot of things had become more delicate and smaller in the last few days. George thought that this one was probably for his benefit just as much as it was June’s. “Why are you apologizing like I’m going to be disappointed that my husband – who literally had a baby within the last week – isn’t in pain? You never apologize, anyway.”

“I just didn’t know what else to say,” George said, and Dream pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands to George’s cheeks, reaching up to brush the tear streaked skin under his eyes with his thumbs. George’s eyelashes automatically fluttered at the gentle pressure on the thin skin there. He knew that he had dark bags bruising the skin there, just like Dream, the obvious mark of new parents that Dream had swore six months earlier that they would never get because their baby would just be so based and goated. June was based and goated, to be clear, but it turned out that even that wasn’t enough to prevent both of them from being exhausted already their first night home from the hospital.  

Maybe that was part of what brought out the tears. Just, like, exhaustion. That, and — “she’s just so little,” he said, and his voice was still a little bit shaky. “Like, I don’t know, she didn’t seem so tiny until we brought her home.” 

Saying home now had the same surreal, floaty feeling attached to it that it had back when George was the new one, when he had first passed through the front door and tracked dirt from the uneven driveway all over the floor in his rush to find Patches. It was home to Dream and Sapnap and Patches, and then to him, and then to Milo and Naomi, and now June too. She would learn to crawl and walk and run surrounded by green painted walls and they would never again have the reverence to her that they had once had for George, because they would have been hers for as long as her dark brown eyes could take them in. But for now, it was new and she would learn them just as they would learn her, both being forever changed. When George, now, thought of home, there would be bottles lined up along the sink and rattles and blankets on the floor. 

“I know,” Dream said, and he wiped one last tear from George’s cheek but left his hand to brush through his hair. It had been quick, but he had already found that he had run out of anything to cry. Further evidence of his suspicion that he was just exhausted and overwhelmed and the sight of June in her crib – the crib that Dream had built for her on a rainy Tuesday afternoon while George directed from the chair that Dream had insisted that he sat in despite George literally being fine to stand – had been enough to bring everything that he had been pushing down to the surface. Besides, Dream had already cried so much at the hospital when he first got to hold her. Really, George deserved more recognition for holding it together for so long. “She got your genes, I guess. Tiny little guy DNA.”

George made a face. “What?” But he moved ever so slightly to rest his head on Dream’s shoulder, and Dream carefully circled his arm around his waist as both of them watched June sleep, curled up and comfy in her new cradle. Her big eyes – Dream’s eyes, really, despite being George’s in color – were scrunched shut and George could see the slight rise and fall as she breathed steady in and out. 

“I think she looks like you,” he told Dream, looking up. “Her nose, and her eyes. They look like yours.”

Dream hummed, and George wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be an answer or just one of the little melodies that sometimes clung to his lips. “I think she looks like you.”

“What?” George could feel his voice a tiny bit lounder, and June sighed. Both of them were quiet, bracing for her to wake up, but she just moved slightly before settling back down. Her eyes never even opened. “She doesn’t, like, at all.” His voice was softer, this time. 

“She has your eye color,” Dream said, like that wasn’t the most basic answer imaginable. 

“Loads of people have brown eyes.” 

“Yeah, but not yours.” Dream was still being gentle, and George knew it was because he was still afraid of accidentally hurting him, but his arms around his waist tightened ever so slightly as Dream leaned closer. “When she opened her eyes the first time, when she just looked at me, it was like being looked at by you the first time. It felt like I was looking at someone I’d known for years.” 

George wiggled ever so slightly, and he could feel his face flushing pink. He felt…happy. Loved. So much of it was just love. “She can look like both of us,” he compromised, and he could feel Dream just shrug against his back, accepting it immediately. 

“Makes sense. She’s our baby.”

George couldn’t help it. He smiled, so wide, leaning back into Dream’s arm as his chest erupted in yellow. Our baby. Home. “Yeah. she is.” He said, and he reached up to wipe one last tear away with the back of his hand before leaning down to press a goodnight kiss to June’s forehead. When he stood back up, her tiny mouth had curled up into a smile, even as she slept peacefully. 

[blorbocedes]

hi nicologist blorbie, i like nico but i find his media personality kinda... too polished? like george russell but with more personality. like he's doing a performance but maybe it's just his overly therapized self-awareness. ur thoughts?

hshdjdj hello anon... welcome to the pantheon of the same complaint nico has faced his whole life 😫😭 from 2013-2016, to all the way back in Williams he was called ranging from "doesn't have a sense of humour/too German" to "too stoic/wooden/PR focused" the George Russell before George Russell. let's break down your question

the 2016 media narrative was actually "Lewis Hamilton parties every week vs Nico Rosberg has given up all pleasures to life to eat oatmeal and train" and their press con pictures were Nico being 😶. couple that when he was put against the other German on the grid, the naturally charismatic and joking seb vet, nico absolutely came across as a stick up his ass.

now, obviously, as you have called me a nicologist I'm going to have a biased take. let's talk about media personalities -- everyone has them. even the most animated of blorbos, daniel playing up being funny, lewis with his peace and love, even fernando refusing to explain what el plan is everytime 😈 (this is a man who owns being a menace)

some people refuse to play into theirs as much, like max, and accordingly the media characterises him as blunt/straightforward/harsh. the media is nicer to you when you work with them, which is why Daniel is such a media darling and the face of DTS, despite not being a top 5 race contender.

nico has always been aware of how he's perceived. there's a will buxton article about it that's pretty fascinating. even before entering f1, he knew he'd be World Champion's Son and his media personality while he was a driver reflected that; diplomatic, uncontroversial, says the right and boring thing (and yes, even lying about it 🤭 my darling care has the receipts). my fav nico moments are when he'd break off it a bit — the iconic "if Lewis wants to change something then he can drive cleanly himself" agdjjd while jenson went O_O [obv media personality =/= how they actually are]

present day nico, as an f1 commentator, I'm very curious what your idea of polished media personality is. cause to me, that means someone who is milquetoast, wouldn't rock the boat, impersonal and says the 'right' thing. nico is the guy who said Ferrari's current strategy team is worse than an F2/F3 team live on air 😭 (as he should), the guy who asked lando point blank what the difference is between p3 and p4 (who didn't know 😭 bless his heart), who said yeah why should max go into a corner thinking lewis is gonna miss the apex

peak rosberg shit stirring hehe

I actually don't even agree with nico always, like for instance when he said merc should've prioritised lewis over george in dutch (?) gp. like don't make me defend george but he was right on his call for softs and prioritising His race, but that's whatever

not a huge fan of the term overly therapized~ cause a lot of Nico insults is "this man needs to go to therapy" and when they find out he HAS they're like "this man has had Too Much therapy" like 😭😭😭 he cannae win...... I do call him the most therapized man of all time, but that's gentle ribbing. when people say it anonymously w/o any way for me to extrapolate intent I'm a bit hm 🤥

cause like if he was saying things like emotional labour and 'speaking my truth' that claim would have more weight... but you know who Would say things like that? [redacted] 🔫

coming back to your question. every f1 driver is doing a performance with their public persona, some are better some are worse. Nico is no longer in f1 as a driver and doesn't need to be careful and measured anymore, and To Me is one of the few fun personalities in f1 as a commentator. you can totally disagree cause it's a matter of personal preference.

Post retirement Nico, having a YouTube channel for Years and playing into the memes (his ig comments are a nightmare of the same equal machinery joke) is perhaps more aware than most how people see him. he also doesn't need to care as much, he can laugh at himself -- at his own expense. he even posted what is essentially a taking L's compilation

if his polished persona is coming across as a cringe girldad who is way too excited about electric cars then by god he's the greatest male manipulator out there

obv if you find him too curated/inauthentic that's your prerogative, but I I would ask; have you actually watched the guy or are you going off public consciousness/someone else's interpretation. i wish he was as conniving and calculating now as people gave him credit for, unfort this is a dude who geeks out over finding a charging station in Italy.

love him, hate him, you can't deny he's fun

[mysweetgeo]

“This reminded me of you.” with george harrison please? if possible 65/56 era, shaggy haired geo supremacy 😫

i’m thinking reader is single on v day and so is george, so they both plan to surprise each other with gifts (mutual pining slay) but accidentally bump into each other while buying said gifts at a shop.

or literally just write any cutesy fluff i absolutely adore your writing😭

Picture Perfect

Request: I'm thinking reader is single on V Day and so is George, so they both plan to surprise each other with gifts (mutual pining slay) but accidentally bump into each other while buying said gifts at a shop.

Prompts: "This reminded me of you."

Pairings: George Harrison x F!Reader

(SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY !! I’d written 99% of this prior to V Day and fucked off to England the weekend after and forgot about it entirely 😭)

You and George had known each other for a few years, you’d initially met entirely by accident on the set of one of their photoshoots back in ’63. You’d been a photography assistant and had been asked to do a mundane task and had wound up spilling coffee all over George while retrieving coffee for the group. 

While George had found the situation hysterical, your boss had found it quite the opposite and fired you on the spot. 

This had led to you and George becoming great friends and you had made it a point to visit with him at every chance you got. 

You couldn’t help but feel something more than just a friendly adoration for the man, and what you had thought was just a platonic attraction had bloomed into something much more. 

It was hard to watch girlfriends come and go, but you stuck with him through all his heartbreaks. Always providing booze and jelly babies—which you knew he adored. 

With Valentine’s Day coming up, and George’s most recent girlfriend having just broke up with him last month, you decided a surprise gift would be an ideal way to help cheer him up. 

You’d stepped into the candy shoppe which was filled to the brim with Valentine’s Day paraphernalia. So much so that it nearly made you gag. 

You looked through the candy, grabbing several packages of jelly babies artificially colored with red and pink hues. You’d also grabbed a few packages of digestive biscuits to stuff in there as well. 

You were looking through the card section of the store when you heard a very familiar voice call your name. 

“George? What’re you doing here?” You asked, clearly taken off guard. 

“I reckon I should ask ye the same,” he said with a gentle smile. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, playing with a card in your hands, “Getting a gift for someone.”

George leaned an arm on the shelf to give himself a cool persona, “And who’s the lucky fellow?”

Your face tinged pink and you looked down at your feet, “Someone,” you managed to whisper. 

He laughed softly, “Do I know him?”

You flitted your eyes to see George’s amused face, “You could say that.”

“Well, any man who likes jelly babies and digestives is good in my book. How long have youse been seein’ each other?”

“We aren’t seeing each other, I’m just buying these for a friend,” you answered. “You never answered my question—why are you here?”

It was George’s turn to blush, “Well, y’see, I have this girl I know, right. And she’s a real good friend to me and I think I might like her, y’know. So I’ve just gone and gotten her a present that she’ll hopefully like and I needed a card to go along with the present. Somethin’ romantic-like.”

“Ahhh, so who’s the lucky lady this time ‘round?” You asked softly. 

George’s face turned even more red and he scratched at the back of his head. His hair had gotten much longer since you’d known him and his natural curls left his ends just above his shoulders. 

“Well—it’s erm, it’s complicated, y’know,” he huffed a laugh, “'cos I’ve known her for a few years now but I haven’t known how to say what I feel for her, y’know?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, “I know exactly what you mean.”

George’s eyes narrowed on yours, “You do?”

You nodded, “I do, I really do.” You stopped yourself for a moment, did you really want to tell George how you felt in the middle of a convenience store?

“George I—“ You began but were cut off by him. 

“I think I love you,” George blurted. 

You heard something fall to the floor, not realizing it had been all of the gifts for George you were holding on to.

“George, I love you too,” You closed the distance and hesitantly touched his arm. 

“Oh thank God, I thought you were talking about someone else,” George laughed as he looked down at you. 

“Who else do you know that has an unrealistic obsession for jelly babies and chocolate digestives?” You said with a laugh.

“Thought you might’ve cloned me without my approval.”

You shook your head before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, which were just as soft and full as you had imagined. 

When you pulled away for a breath, George’s eyes were still closed and his face mirrored your own—pure bliss.

“So what’d you get me?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Well I was walkin’ past this shop in the city centre right, and they had a couple real nice cameras. And I saw this *real* nice one and I dunno, it just y’know,” He paused and pulled a box from the small gift bag in his hand. “This reminded me of you. You said you’d need a new camera soon so I thought I’d help. I hope you like it.”

You could only bring your hands up to cover your mouth in reaction. “George—Oh my God,” You reached a hand out to take the box from his hand, “this is too much, this must’ve been so expensive. Look at you, you’ve gotten me a new camera and all I’ve gotten you is a card and some candy—I can’t accept this, its too much—“

Your ramblings were interrupted by George pressing his lips to yours once again. 

When you pulled away for a second time, George was grinning, “You’ll accept it and I’m sure we can work something out as repayment if you really think it’s necessary—which is completely unnecessary in my opinion.”

Your hand was wrapped around his bicep for stability, “You’re too much you know that?” You asked.

“Obviously, must be why I’m the ‘Quiet Beatle,’” he said with laugh. 

After scooping up the items you’d dropped, you made quick work of paying for them and heading off with George for some more impromptu lip-locking and candy eating.

And if a few photos were snapped of him eating said candy, well they were in good fun and great quality. 

[fluffallamaful]

I just thought of this, kinda wake up brain but not really

So we've established that Sapnap is either the sweetest boy or an absolute menace, usually depending on whos his lee at the time. I think at one point George points out that he's always crazy rough with him but super nice and sweet and gentle with Dream (unless he's bratty) however, George can't hand gentle tickles, and Sap knows this. So the next time George let's Sapnap know "he's bored" Sap just holds him in his lap or spoons him and just nuzzles into his neck and ears with his stubble and gives him the nicest, sweetest, gentlest tickles he can and smother him in tickly kisses and compliments just to watch George short circuited, loose his mind and beg for the rougher tickles back. Maybe even apologize for whining about the difference

oh i m😭😭 i love i love i love. like this probably is my absolute #1 favourite trope,, where the lee realises that despite the tickles being more tolerable when they’re soft,, the teases are certainly not

but interestingly enough,, while i’ve written lee dream and lee sap with this trope,, i haven’t explored it with georgie before??? and more importantly i haven’t thought about it with sap as the ler 🙌🏼

(went a little crazy below):

🦙🦙🦙…

this whole concept is adorable,, like the build up and everything. the fact that george has noticed the difference is adorable,, and the fact that he has practically asked for softer tickles is perfect.

the image of george and sapnap cuddling on the couch,, with sap’s chin resting in the crook of george’s neck, his arms around squirmy gogy’s waist, and a leg thrown over george’s to trap him further. george knows what’s coming but he’s far less crazed that he usually is, coz he knows that sap has promised lighter tickles and they surely won’t be as bad right?

…right?

the first tickles start and it’s literally just sap raking his finger tips over george’s tummy and sides. george starts letting out little titters and immediately notices that he’s way more aware of his own reactions. there’s no rough tickles to distract, he can feel every swirl from sap’s fingers, and hear every noise that escapes him. his cheeks immediately redden, and then suddenly sap is right there. his chin is resting on his neck, and he’s whispering teasingly into george’s ear.

sap points out the changes in george’s laughter (the ones george already noticed), he compliments him, calls him a cutie and coos. he points out that he’s squirming, that he’s squeaking, that he’s yelping. george tries to block it all out but he CANT. it’s all he can hear. the soft tracing is tickly enough to make him embarrass himself with all these noises and reactions, but not enough to distract him from it at all.

he starts finding himself longing for sap to just claw into his tummy or sides, or dig into his armpits with no mercy. the thought flusters him further. sap starts pointing out specific changes in his tracing and pinching to force george to pay attention and george whines. he shakes his head when sap asks if ‘this’ or ‘that’ tickles more. he thrashes when sap scratches over a very specific slither of skin on his side that both of them found makes george’s laugh go squeaky. it’s only the tiniest of movements and yet it drives george crazy, and of course sap is right there to point it out still.

at one point sap starts teasing george by comparing the techniques he’s doing now to the ones that george is used to,, and this is where george starts to beg.

sap jellyfishes a hand over george’s tummy and asks if this is nicer than if he were to claw into it. he swirls a thumb over his hip bone and asks george if he should squeeze. george is bright red, teary and tittering like crazy,, but not because he’s out of breath or exhausted, it’s just because he’s incredibly flustered. he can only respond with “please”. “please” he wants to laugh and cackle and lose himself to the crazy feeling of rough tickles. “please” he can’t take another moment of hyper focusing on sap’s words

sap obliges with this request too :D

🦙🦙🦙…

[dreambranding]

a plea to be gentle with him and the way how george is so much more gentle with him than anyone else 😭

dream asking to be gentle and george waited forever for him was lovely enough to bring him soup would be the first one to wish him happy birthday checks on him every time he can cares for him so deeply he was willing to be flown out of england whenever Took a chance on him without any certainty it would work out . They're perfect for each other

[pikapika6969]

Hermione X Reader

This takes place at the beginning of The Half Blood Prince before Harry was dropped off at the burrow where everyone was staying at.

[F/N] = First Name

[H/C] = Hair Color

[E/C] = Eye Color

[N/N] = Nickname

At Hermione's room (it seems to be her room,or bathroom maybe, since she came out when she was brushing her teeth but let's just pretend that already happen)

"I know that you're worry about him 'Moine but this is Harry,the boy who lived, we are talking about," I repeated to the girl in front of me with a book in hand and with a worried expression. "How can you can be so sure of that, [N/N]?" the bookworm snapped back. I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes. Then I rubbed my eyes afterwards and look at the intelligent girls brown eyes as she look at my [E/C] eyes. "Do you want to know on how I can be so sure that Harry will be here?" I asked knowly that she can't refused to turn down an answer that she wants to know badly. She nodded as quickly as I question her.

"Because, in a way, it's up to him to save us once more like he always has in the past and we can't do anything without him anyways," I told Hermione as she starts to get flustered as she tries to speak but couldn't get a word out. I went to over to embrace her to try to calm her and she let out a small gasp as she wasn't expected a hug. I wrap my arms around her petite waist as she wrap hers around my neck.

I drew back from my hug and thought to myself 'Am I crazy or do I really think that The Hermione Granger is really cute and adorable with her big brown eyes, the freckles across her face or the fact that she's blushing..............WAIT, SHES BLUSHING?'

"Huh, that's interesting" I said coyly as I still noticed that we hugging each other but Hermione doesn't seem to notice it and just looks at me like a puppy looks its master confused. "What do you mean, [N/N]?" She asks. I smirk as I lean in to her ear and whisper, "Oh, its nothing really, well, it's just that you're really adorable when you're blushing," then I made even a bolder move and I gave a soft peck on her right cheek. I felt her cheek getting hotter and I smile and cuddled up with her for a moment then I move to see her face completely red.

"See, I was right about you becoming more adorable when you are blushing Moine," I said with a smile on my face. Hermione then squirm and said, "Um, [F/N], you missed." " What do you mean I missed, Hermione?" I asked her with a confused expression . "The kiss, it shouldn't be on my cheek," she replied shyly while looking at me directly in the eyes, blushing like a tomato. Then it hit me.

"Oh, so you are saying that you want me to kiss you on your lips, is that correct, Mrs. Granger" I said with a very George-and-Fred like grin. Her eyes widen as she blushing even harder if that's even possible and she turned her head. I grabbed her chin towards me and I lightly kiss her as if she was easy to break if I press harder. I guess that gave a boost to the beautiful bookworm as she puts her hands on my hair, pulls me on her bed and starts to kissing me with passion and deeply.

'Wow, ok. I wasn't expected a lot more than a small gentle kiss but I really don't mind this at all. I mean, making out with a hot witch with brains? You really can't beat that combo,' I thought as I sworn I heard Ginny calling out to her mom but I couldn't known since I'm a bit busy at the moment.

Hermione, with her Gryffindor courage, got even more bolder and flip us over on her bed. Then she straddling me and pinned me down completely with her hands on mine. She smirks knowly she got me pinned. 

This is my very first one that I had ever written so honestly I'm kinda nervous 😭

[what-if-nct]

december can go fuck itself — nvm that’s february lol

idk why but ever since i was young i tend to think of days of the week, months as people and i used to always think that december is that spoiled bitch who thinks she’s the best just because she has the most favourite holiday of the year. safe to say that baby me was right on that bitch part 😭

january is a nicer version of december — more compassionate and gentle than that god forsaken month. january is such a cutie and i love her ❤️

That's a really cool way to see the months, January is a nicer version of December. December's like the mean girl, who thinks she better than everyone especially November. She thinks November's like a less hot version of December so she cuts her down any chance she can while November is just trying to study and hang out with her bestfriend Virgo at coffee shops, they're just two dark academia girls trying to survive. and October is obviously the cool witchy goth girl who hates everyone but has a soft spot for hippie summer of love July and January is like December's nicer older sister who tutors high school kids despite being busy at uni. February, is a love and pink and romance girl who secretly cries herself to sleep while watching romcoms and eating a container of pink frosting poor girl is going through it. August and June are cheerleaders who are always performing cheers in the middle of the hallway for no reason, so loud, but so fun and peppy. And blonde, but a color 93 Honey Butter blonde. December is an Icy blonde, Regina George and Chanel Oberlin in one big box of Schwarzkopf Blond Me Lightener

[mushiewrites]

I am so so late to this but when I saw your post you weren't feeling great I was away and couldn't send good vibes, but now I'm back and I'm here to give you HD headcanons! GeorgeHD Most ticklish spot: Sides, specifically the centre of their sides. Favourite tickle spot: Ribs. Methods: Still very very new to tickling so isn’t exactly sure. They like soft tickles more than rough. Feathers make them giggly and soft, as well as nibbles. Very weak to kneading and vibrating.

coven 🥺😭 thank you for this omg. GeorgeHD is one of my favs, and I can see sides being HORRIBLE for them. And ribs are my fav too so HD loving that is just ajsksjshsksjs 🥺 And I totally think that soft gentle tickles make them all melty, and XD doing nibbles gets them squirming but not DYING like george would.

I can see XD just digging into HD’s sides, right at the worst spot and HD just completely losing it bc of how bad kneading is 😭

[harryissuchalittleshit]

29 on the ao3 wrapped, perhaps?

Excited to have discovered your stuff this year!

First of all, thank you!!! Second, do you know how much stuff I’ve written this year??? I don’t think I can name one line or passage, that’s my favorite! It changes on my mood and temperament every second of the day, but I’ll try to limit it:

Putting everything under a read more because I don’t know how to limit myself and I put 12 lines/passages 🤷‍♀️, though I did write/post 30 fics this year so it is less than half 😂😭😂

“They call her Rose because they want something beautiful in the world.”

From Goddaughter, it’s the very first line but it always makes me smile.

“Her mum had taught her how dance and her father was her favorite partner, but Ron takes that spot quickly.

He has a surprising grace to him, years from helping his mum in the kitchen.

He hums under his breath, and it’s the only noise between them for months when she’s seventeen and he’s sixteen almost seventeen. Lavender Brown and her blonde curls and purple eyes don’t matter to her, in fact they don’t matter to each other at all, and Hermione knows that she’s in love.

She’s in love and she’s tired of hiding it, but they don’t have the time.”

From Books (let’s read together), just early Romione fluff that I’ve tided into other fics. I love writing about developing relationships.

“Roxanne felt normal.

For the first time in over a year, she felt normal, like herself again. Her hair was washed with gentle hands, it was sectioned out and brushed carefully, the colorless section of hair had been dyed a dark red that was nearly identical to her natural color, and then trimmed to an easy and manageable bob. It was actually quite cute, and she could braid it back easily, or fluff it out into an afro.

It was just one more step forward.

“Look at you,” said Angelina as they sat across from each other in a private booth in the Leaky Cauldron. “You know my mamma always said that a good haircut could cure any sadness.””

From a curling crown lays atop my head, just some Roxanne/Angelina bonding. I really love both of them as characters and writing this story just gave me so many feelings about me and my own mom’s relationship with each other.

“It would be a nearly a year before they could be together properly, but he could wait, he would wait.

He would be ready to worship her again soon enough.”

From we’d still worship this love, this fic made me love the song False God, and it also gave me such an appreciation for young/post-war Hinny! I adore their love and this fic set off so much for me and my love for Ginny Weasley!

“Harry sighed, and Arthur felt his stomach twist. For six years, Harry had been a guest in their life, he was Ron’s best friend, he was in love with their Ginny, he was their seventh son. He had stood with them as they buried Fred, and he was living with them because he had nowhere else to go, though the truth was that they wouldn’t let him stay anywhere else.

Percy came back into their lives just as they lost Fred, and Arthur would be damned if they lost Harry too.”

From Glasses, just Arthur being a father figure in Harry’s life! I love this relationship and wished it was seen more in the books, we need more Arthur/Harry, father/adopted son bonding!!

“I better get my sweater back,” George told her as they walked hand-in-hand along the beach. He had both of their shoes in his hand, while she held her wand tight in her hand, with their fingers locked together between them. “Mum would be upset if she knew that it was stolen.”

“I’ll write her and let her know that you gave it to me,” said Angelina, and George smiled, squeezing her hand and wishing that he could kiss her. Beside them, the first rays of the sunrise were coming in, which meant they were way past due to get back to school. “And that chivalry is dead…killed by one of her sons.”

From Last Kiss, this whole fic is a gem, but this passage always makes me laugh. I love writing George/Angelina, their story, their relationship, it’s one of my favorite ships. This piece is probably my favorite one shot of the year. (Also one of my favorite TS songs too!)

“I love him,” said Rose, because she did, she loved him and adored him as much as he loved and adored her.

She had it in writing.

“You’re fifteen, Rose.”

“You knew at fifteen.”

Ron looked down at the scars on his arms, faded but still there, given to him at sixteen, just barely a few months older than Rose was now. They twisted around his arms and midsection, and Rose remembered tracing them when she was little.

“What did your mum say about it?”

It was the perfect distraction, the perfect segue. Trying to push the conversation away from him and to her mum.

“That it’s okay,” said Rose, because that was what her mum had said. It was okay if Rose threw herself into this relationship if only to get her heart broken later. “If I get my heart broken then it happens, but it’s okay if I want to throw myself into it.”

“Your mum is so much smarter than me,” said Ron and Rose shook her head before pushing herself into his arms and resting her head on his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, and held him close to her as he did the same.

“You’re just as smart as her,” Rose mumbled into his chest, as he ran a hand through her hair and patted her back. “And I love you just as much as I love her.”

“Thank you Mija,” whispered Ron and Rose smiled as she looked up at him

From august, this one is long and it took me a while to decide, but it’s probably one of the most important passages in the whole fic. I think we often forget that teenagers have BIG emotions that matter. We all once had crushes and possibly bfs/gfs that we “loved” at that age, and to know that it’s okay, it means a lot. This is such a defining moment in Rose and Ron’s relationship, and it’s important to both of them. I love this fic so much, it’s very personal to me, and it means a lot to me, but this passage is one of my favorites. It’s a little hopeful and a little bittersweet and everything I know Ron can give to his daughter and Rose can give to her dad.

Percy loved Ginny with his whole heart, even if she was annoying, even if she once followed him from room to room. He was around her whole childhood, while Bill left in the weeks after her birth and Charlie just a little while after. Percy was around, he held her during thunderstorms, and he read her the same story about an old witch that turned into a rabbit. He kissed her knees when she fell and bruised them, he held her hands as she slowly learned to walk in the living room. He remembered her life where she couldn’t, he remembered the details of a childhood she wouldn’t ever recall.

Ginny loved Percy like a house on fire, she loved him with sadness and then anger and then hope. She loved him in shared smiles and matching brown eyes and nights spent sharing a single twin sized bed. She loved him in rain puddles and muddy glasses and little braids that fell out of their hair. She followed after him in a way that none of the others understood, she followed after him as a devoted baby sister did her favorite older brother.

From August Siblings - Major and Minor, just some Percy/Ginny sibling love. Their relationship is never explored and I adore them both sooooo much!

“Oh well,” said James, finally blushing at something Lily said, “you know what they say about missed opportunities.”

Lily rolled her eyes, leaning in even closer and smiled at him. “I decided to not give up.”

“So does that mean I should be calling you Doctor Lily?” asked James, and Lily giggled.

“Dr. Lily seems like a lot,” said Lily, even if it was officially part of her title now. “But you can call me that or whatever you want.”

“Can I ask you a question then, Dr. Lily?”

“Okay.”

“Baby, will you kiss me already?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

From (And I Watched It) Begin Again, just some cute Jily.

“You shouldn’t keep exhausting yourself like this,” whispered Percy as he sat beside her in her bed, his fingers warm as the moved through her hair. Ginny didn’t open her eyes, she didn’t need to know that he was still dressed in his pajamas, his glasses dirty to everyone but him, and his curls an overgrown mess.

He looked more like the Percy she loved and knew as a kid than the man he was now.

“Trust me, I know how easy it is to burn all the fire all at once…how it makes sleeping feel better,” continued Percy, moving his fingers down her forehead and tapping her nose softly. Ginny opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing exactly what she expected and knew she would see. He looked tired himself, as if he too had gone on a midnight run.

“What do you know about sleeping?” asked Ginny, slowly sitting up and tucking herself into his side, into his arms.

“I know how not to sleep, Gin,” whispered Percy as Ginny carefully took his glasses off of him and cleaned them for him. “You don’t want to be like me.”

“I’ve always wanted to be like you,” mumbled Ginny, pressing her face into his shoulder blade and holding on tightly to him. “Stupidly stubborn and way too brave for his own fault.”

“Ridiculous,” said Percy, and Ginny nodded as she closed her eyes and let his calm heartbeat lull her back to sleep.

From Enough, more Percy and Ginny being siblings, just featuring them post-war. This fic is really about Ginny and Tom, but this little bit always makes me smile.

He didn’t hear the shutter click, but when he returned back to Hogwarts that year, sitting on his desk would be a new photo. Him and Gus, matching the one that was taken nearly forty years earlier, of Frank and Neville pruning the exact same rose bushes.

From Plants (let’s garden together), I love Neville and this image is just adorable to me.

Her life was a hodgepodge of stolen and gifted items, of knickknacks and pebbles given to her by a sixteen month old baby.

It was a life of sweet nothings.

From (all that you ever wanted from me was) Sweet Nothing, more Jily, this time during the war.

[comradedream]

hi! im not the same anon as the one who joined a week ago but im also really new (like 1 month) and i was wondering how their behaviour changed? like as someone who watched them for that long what would you say are the biggest differences?

omg u also joined a bit before last week im sorryyy props to u for not leaving it behind 😭😭 welcome to the communityyyy i promise it’s usually more bearable than that ❤️

ummm well ok that’s kind of a big question cuz theyve been doing content since 2019 so there’s been a billion changes and encompassing them Well and Fully in one reply seems near impossible without rambling and being nonsensical but ill give u a few, the evolution of their flirting and also some random changes under da Cut ^_^ BC I DID END UP RAMBLING

their flirting has evolved HELLAAAAA and i have no fucking idea how to do full on summaries so im gonna make it as loose as possible 😭 very early on it was way more joking, more lighthearted, kinda teasing. and then itd go to like. serious commentary on their Jealousy w a /hj. SOOOO MUCH MORE TENSION LIKEEEE so intimate sometimes id constantly feel like i was intruding by watching. then incorporating 'jokes' about explicitly sexual/romantic stuff into their dynamic and NORMALIZING IT. so much of everything was kind of a push and pull ? like pushing platonic lines and after theyd blur or get rid of a line that behavior would become a regular and accepted as the norm w them (like them talking abt having sex.....) also it used to constantly felt like there was like a grapple for the upper hand, theyd love exposing texts and stuff lawl, theyd love flustering the other, stuff like that. it also felt like so much was dancing around each other ???? kinda will they wont they vibes Ykwim

while NOOOOW while now they just seem like. content.? very comfortable with, at peace w, whatever it is that they are, just like. soft and fond of each other as hell and hardcore Attached At The Hip. one of the reasons ppl think theyre dating is just this just that theres no more overt bold as hell flirting, no more dancing around, no more trying to prove something.? almost like now they know they like the other and the other likes them and there is some sort of label in place there now lawl aha

big differences mmmm well the move for one! dream used to b more pragmatic so they joked ab getting houses next to each other but now he bought a new house for dteam 😞 wait one of my compilations is ab this here smirking emoji. theyre sm softer w each other dude idrk how to emphasize this enough THEYRE SO SOFT. SO GENTLE. ALL GIGGLY AND FOND AND TENDER AND DOMESTIC..... it wasnt always like this gothic font u dont understand dream used to say Dude /not romantic he used to talk to him like he talks to Every Other Man george DOESNT ACT LIKE THIS W ANYONE ELSE HES SOOOO FOND OF HIM HES LET HIMSELF OPEN UP SAUR MUCHHH DREAM IS HIS SAFE SPACE 😭🌟 what else Ummmmm way way more attached to each other. wasnt always as much as this. both r more openly toxic about other dng ships. more attentive, more aware of everything ab each other, george wants to know Everything dream texts to ppl like karl and sapnap WHEN HE ISNT EVEN IN THE CALL 😭 dreams fawking fanart likes r so much more /r and dnf focused and he LIKED KISSING ON DA LIPS ART. HE NEVER DID THAT BEFORE. skipping group streams to be together in private, always leaving streams at the same time when they do. LONGER AND MORE FREQUENT CALLS. they rarely ever go unsynced anymore. george never use to say things like "yeah u are gonna hold my hands dream" in private 😟 their tunnel visioning on each other is SAURRR MUCH WORSE ITS ALWAYS BEEN AN ISSUE BUT ITS SM WORSE. third-wheel everyone harder u saw last nights podcast. dreams buying him things for no reason literally all the time now hes always done it but everything is multiplied now. DREAM NEVER GUSHED THIS MUCH THIS OFTEN AB GEORGE..... saying hes the light in the room ?! one of his 3 favorite things ?!

THATS JUST OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD .

ANYWAY IDKKKK THERES A LOTTTT i wrote sm that i deleted bc i was literally just rambling and full info dumping mode 😭 u can dm me too or ask specifics ill get u vods and everything AMAAA xoxo

[honey-im-hotdog]

When Things Get Tough, Take My Hands Into Yours

George Luz x reader 

Author’s Note: First time writing for Luz/BoB so I hope it’s okay. I haven't written or posted ffs in a hot second so if this is bad, oops! Also there aren’t enough George fics out there so I had to take matters into my own grubby little hands 😤😤 I hope you enjoy this! 

Obviously this is based on the HBO miniseries, no disrespect to the actual guys. 

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Word Count: 0.4k (it’s very short, I know, I've got writer’s block, babe send help! 😭)

Warnings: fluff, my bad writing, poor attempt at writing something soft, fuck ton of commas, and I didn’t edit this 14 times like I usually do my other work :) 

Summary: Huddling and hand holding (it’s short I can’t give it all away). 

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It’s cold, beyond cold. You can feel the dry air seeping through every pore of your body. The goosebumps on your left side turned painful so long ago that the numbness is almost welcomed instead.

Your right side, however, is doing much better. You’re pressed against George, not a speck of air’s worth of space between your bodies. You’ve been huddled together in his foxhole for an hour now. It's nighttime, the moon spreading her soft, pale light like a picnic blanket over you and the rest of the company.

It’s become a routine now, telling each other stories from your childhood, or made up ones when home gets too painful to think of. Thigh-to-thigh, shoulder-to-shoulder, heads leaning together. Whispering and quietly laughing. At one point, you almost choke trying to hold in your laughter; George making it his personal mission to kill you happy, you say to him. He throws you an innocent look in return.

Today you feel a little bold. Not much, though. George is friendly to everyone, and while it sometimes seems he’s more than friendly to you—that he’s soft, you still hesitate. This is George. He’s perfect.

You’re sharing a silly story of that one time you fell as a kid. It’s not a special story, it’s borderline boring, really, but the words are just spilling out of your mouth and it's peaceful. Your hands move to his left sleeve, twisting and rubbing the material, the tips of your fingers occasionally caress his bare wrist. You don’t notice, but you’re both watching your fingers absentmindedly work.

You move on to another story, of your first time baking. Neither of you know what could be sweeter: a bowl of frosting, or your thumb fully pressing into his wrist. As you near the end of this tale, your fingers slide into his palm.

It’s his turn to tell you a story. You don’t realize when his right hand joins in, too. The warmth of his hands just feels right, like your hands belong together.

By the time you two manage to fall asleep, after countless tales (some of which are repeats from previous days), your hands are wrapped together as if you both are holding on to the other like a lifeline, and your bodies are shagging into each other in contentment.

The two of you wake up facing each other, the gentle smile he gives you makes you glad you felt a little bold.

[fluffallamaful]

Do you remember my manhunt concept? It was the first one I sent to you I think, but I was thinking about it earlier. I imagine after the first Dream win with Sam as a hunter they had him go last, Dream wrecked Sapnap first, George went next, then Ant, then Bad. He essentially went down the list of how rough he can be with them. Since it was Sam's first he was much nicer than he was with the others. He let him have full squirming privileges, he kept his teasing as sweet and minimal as possible, they had a long talk beforehand about boundaries and his designated safeword, and he was very gentle, only being a little rough in short bursts on more touchy spots like his ribs. Trying his best to make his "forfeit" as fun and playful as possible. He'll get rougher and meaner later once they've gone a few rounds

OG manhunt concept!!

ok YES i feckin still think about this concept so much. and i’m going to put a bit of a spin on it because the same kind of concept can kiNDA be used for dream’s new video eeeeeee

but first off i’ll just say that the idea of him going easy on sam is so cute 🥺 and the idea of sam having to watch everyone else get wrecked before him is even MORE cute 😭 i feel like dream would also be trying to psych him out the whole time as well? like saying stuff like “gotta save some energy for sam!! he deserves a grand welcoming after all” or something spooky like that. only for dream to them give him fun friendly tickles that make the bubble laughterrrr 😭

adorable 🥺

for dreams video it’s kinda cute cuz you’ve essentially got 3 teams. if snf win they get to wrecked bad and dream, if dream wins he gets to wreck snf and bad, and if bad wins he gets to wreck dream team. it’s just cute 🥺 like imagine if bad wins imagine how teasy he’d be 😭😭

but then alternatively (possibly because i just feckin love ler bbh), because this time round there was no real way for him to win,, perhaps he just gets to join the winners team for the tickles :D like imagine ler dream and bad with lee gogs and sap 🤩 would be so adorable