#Anybody want a peanut?

[eluvianarts]

The Princess Bride is a DnD campaign, you can't prove me wrong.

[biteable-pink-pixie]

The whiiiimpering voice siiilllyyy.

Staying awake during math classes was a real struggle, didn't mind losing the struggle every now and then.

But I didn't even do the whimpering voice? I howled like a very scary wolf.

One mention of math is enough for me thank you!

[greecedlightningpod]

The Princess Bride: The Greek Novels

Sara, Luke, and Sam go on the greatest of adventures with The Princess Bride! Listen along as Sara delves into the fascinating world of the criminally underappreciated Greek novels, and everyone has a whale of a time with this classic film!

[miss-kitty-fantastico]

If she'da kept on going down that way, she'd have gone straight to that castle

what movie do y’all know front to back like it doesn’t even have to necessarily be Good,, it’s just something you’ve seen so many times that the dialogue is printed into the very core of your being

[zsazsagapoor]

My bf is a foot taller than me and I’m desperate to convince him to do this Halloween costume with me this year

[sloanesallow]

G.O.U.S.

Happy Halloween! Just a silly little thing I wrote because I wanted to put Sloane in a Princess costume and Sebastian as the Dread Pirate Roberts. Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Siobhan Sloane) Tags: Gratuitous references to The Princess Bride.  1.6k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

Siobhan should know better than to follow a boy she hardly knows into something called the Forbidden Forest, alone. If her father knew (and she prays he doesn't find out about what else she's been up to with said boy), she'd be forced on the first train back to Nottingham, never to be out of his sight again. But Papa Sloane is three hundred miles away, and Sebastian's lopsided smile is too endearing to refuse.

The invite originally came a few days prior, a nonchalant mention of a Halloween gathering in the woods—a Slytherin affair that some of the older Hogwarts students opt for instead of the festivities in Hogsmeade. It is Siobhan's first opportunity to attend a party with her peers, so she agrees to be Sebastian's plus-one.

It is also the first Halloween she's dressed up for since she was young, a last-minute princess costume put together with the help of her Hufflepuff housemates. The dress is Poppy's from the previous year—a Renaissance style with long sleeves and a billowy skirt, which Sacharissa charms pink. The girls don't let Siobhan leave the common room without magically altering her hair into soft golden waves that fall past her shoulders. She isn't one to care much about her appearance, but tonight, Siobhan can't help but feel pretty.

Sebastian meets her in the courtyard after sunset, dressed head-to-toe in black, a mask obscuring the top half of his face, cloth covering his hair, and a sheathed sword hanging from the belt around his waist. He looks rather dashing, even if she can't quite tell what he's supposed to be dressed up as. After complimenting her costume, he boldly clasps her hand in his gloved one and leads her down the darkened path.

"This way."

A half-hour later, however, Siobhan's excitement wanes. The woods are forbidden for a reason, and the eerie sounds that echo beyond the treeline send a shiver up her spine. It's dark, with the full moon their only guiding light. She wants to trust Sebastian, but there's a lingering fear in the back of her mind that he's taken advantage of her naivete. When he slows their pace, she pulls away to observe their surroundings. Everything still looks the same as it has for the last several meters; tall trees, tangled vines, and thick shrubbery that obscure the forest floor.

Sebastian, meanwhile, is unphased. "It's not that bad."

When he notices her bewildered, unamused expression, he shrugs. "Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."

In the distance, an unknown beast howls, and her pout deepens. He sighs, clasping her hand again before leading them through the rugged terrain.

"I think we're lost," Siobhan says, not moving from the spot.

Still, Sebastian gives her arm a little tug and grins as if they are walking through Honeydukes instead of a haunted forest. "We're only mostly lost."

Reluctantly, she continues with him, realizing she's better off staying with Sebastian than trying to find her way back to the castle. She nibbles on her bottom lip, quickening her stride to match his. When another ominous sound echoes through the night, she flinches, grasping his arm with her free hand.

"Don't worry, princess," Sebastian comforts, squeezing her hand. "I'll keep you safe."

Siobhan feels her face go hot, but doesn't move away. He guides her through the brush, pulling aside branches and pointing out large tree roots so she won't trip. The journey has dirtied the hem of her dress, but he is quick to reassure her again.

"Nothing a little cleaning charm won't fix."

When they come across more swampland, Sebastian plucks Siobhan off the ground before she can protest, one arm tucked under her knees and the other around her waist. She holds onto his shoulders, sucking in a breath at the proximity of his face to hers. She's only known Sebastian for a short while and is still not completely used to how familiar he is with his touch, but is too shy to tell him to stop, wondering if she even wants him to.

The mask he wears accentuates his eyes, and she stares, trying to decide if they remind her more of chocolate or coffee. He notices with a smirk, and her cheeks flush with heat all over again. Siobhan breaks the tension before he can say or do anything else.

"You haven't explained what you're dressed as."

Sebastian is momentarily surprised as if he expected her to say something else. "Why, I'm the Dread Pirate Roberts."

"...who?"

"The Dread Pirate Roberts," he repeats, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval at her lack of recognition. "He's not a man to be trifled with."

Siobhan doesn't hide her confusion. "Is this another wizarding tale I'm unfamiliar with?"

"Not at all," he protests, shaking his head. "The Dread Pirate Roberts is a very real person."

"But who is he?" she asks again.

Sebastian places her down once the forest floor evens out again and waves his arms in a flourish. "Why, he's me!"

Siobhan remains perplexed. "I...don't follow."

"Let me explain," he starts, grasping her hand once more as they continue along the path. "I learned about the Dread Pirate Roberts in my first year and thought it was a made-up tale, too. Some cautionary story they tell students so they don't go off exploring on their own—as if that would stop me. Instead, I started patrolling the Feldcroft harbor, wondering if any of the ships in the distance were actual pirates."

"I thought it was all hogwash until one summer evening I was captured and taken aboard."

"You were captured?" she is alarmed by his cavalier tone. "Weren't you frightened?"

Sebastian grins. "Sweetheart, I'm never frightened."

"But that's when I met him, Roberts, that is," he continues with a shrug. "Perhaps he took pity on me or was so impressed by my tenacity that he decided to keep me on as his valet. He said I could try for the night, but that he'd most likely kill me in the morning."

Siobhan blinks in disbelief. He has to be leading her on, right?

"All summer he said that, 'good night, Sallow. Good work, sleep well, I'll most likely kill you in the morning.' It was a fine time for me, all things considered," Sebastian explains. "Better than being cooped up with Uncle Solomon, if he even noticed my absense. I was learning to duel, and spells anyone on board was willing to teach me."

"Roberts and I eventually became friends," he says with a fond smile. "And then it happened."

"What?" Siobhan asks. "Go on."

"Well, Roberts had grown so rich, that he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin and told me his secret," he pauses to scoop her up again and she is so transfixed on his story that she doesn't care. "'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts', he said. 'My name is Ryan. I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Pirate Roberts, either. The real Roberts has been retired for fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia."

"He explained it was the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. I doubt students would be fearful of someone called the Dread Pirate Cumberbun."

Siobhan furrows her brows in concern. "But you were just a child!"

"Thirteen, yes," Sebastian nods. "Which is why I wasn't exactly ready to leave my life behind. There was Anne and Ominis...not to mention Hogwarts. I'm not sure my parents would approve of me abandoning my schooling to live on the high seas as a pirate wizard."

"Roberts reluctantly let me go but insisted on me keeping the story alive," he says, placing her down again and brushing an errant lock of hair from her face. "So, what do you think?"

Siobhan refrains from calling him a loony and simply smiles. His gloved fingers linger by her cheek and she steadies herself, holding her breath again when his gaze darts from her eyes to her lips and back. Just as he dips his head closer, there's some rustling from the nearby brush, and a giant, unidentifiable beast lunges out in a dark blur. She lets out a startled scream as it tackles Sebastian to the ground, snarling as the two wrestle in the dead leaves.

In a panic, Siobhan grabs a large, club-like branch from the forest floor and smacks it against the beast's back until it rolls off of Sebastian with a groan. What she thought was a rabid monster turns out to be Garreth Weasley, wearing a hideous costume.

"Oi!" he shouts, raising his arms in defense. "It's only me!"

"Bloody hell, Weasley," Sebastian curses, out of breath as he pushes himself off the ground. "What in Merlin's name was that for? And what the hell are you dressed as?"

Garreth remains sprawled out. "A rodent of unusual size."

Before he can say anything else, Poppy Sweeting rushes down the path, the sparkly enchanted wings on her back leaving a trail of pixie dust.

"There you two are!" she shouts as she approaches. "We got worried when you didn't show up to the party!"

"We got lost," Siobhan explains, glancing at Sebastian.

"Mostly lost," he corrects, adjusting his costume with a smirk.

Garreth bounces upright and claps him on the back, gesturing to where they need to go. The two boys bicker about directions while Poppy looks at Siobhan with a curious expression. "Did we interrupt something?"

Siobhan shakes her head, knowing her blush says otherwise. Her friend links their arms and starts to describe the caramel-flavored butterbeer being served at the party. A few paces ahead, Sebastian looks over his shoulder at Siobhan, the two sharing a small smile. He winks, and her heart flutters—perhaps the Forbidden Forest isn't so bad, after all.

[july-19th-club]

how to make a character who sucks so bad and nobody likes him but he is genuinely a good protagonist (good as in interesting, maybe on a rare day good as in decent but also, just like, an incredible jackass) . i need to make him worse i need to make him MEANER!

[facts-i-just-made-up]

No, the formula is E=mc (missal, Catholic) squared. If you try to use a Protestant liturgical volume your missal won't be fissile as it lacks the psalm to light your bomb. Get that through your forehead or you'll lack a viable warhead.

How do you build a atomic bomb?

Easily!

All you need are a few household items, a little bit of patience, and a Class 1 Top Security clearance for the manufacture of biological, chemical or nuclear weapons under the Fermi laws of 1954 contingent to permission from the United Nations Security Council.

You're gonna need-

A box of matches

A blender

Tape

Some wire mesh (Like a window screen, for sifting)

Cake mix (Yellow sponge cake works best)

Ziplock bags

String

Ice cubes (The cold kind, not the rapper/actor)

A toilet paper tube

A Catholic Missal

An empty kitty litter bucket

First, you're gonna need two rare substances- Weapons grade uranium and "heavy" water. For the uranium, just take your yellow cake mix and sift it with the wire mesh. Whatever stays on top of the mesh- That's weapons grade. For the heavy water, take some ice cubes, which are heavier than water but still made of water, and put them in the blender. By breaking up the ice cubes and releasing the water, you keep the weight but make it a fluid. This is a process that scientists call "Putrefaction".

To build the weapon, pack some uranium into one end of the toilet paper tube and then cover that end with the Catholic Missal. This guarantees what we call a "Critical Mass" of uranium. Then take a smaller wad of uranium and pack it into the other end of the tube, leaving plenty of space between the two.

Tape the box of matches to that end of the tube. It will act as an explosive device to send the "bullet" of uranium into the critical mass, thus resulting in a nuclear fission explosion.

You now have a nuclear fission device! This device has a yield equal to about 10 thousand tons of T.N.T. But fission is for wimps, right? So let's turn that fission bomb, into a fusion bomb!

Tape your string to the matches to act as a fuse, and then put the nuclear warhead in a ziplock bag. Be sure to seal it tight! Now place that assembly into the kitty litter bucket. Make sure it's empty of kitty litter before the next step.

Fill the rest of the bucket with the heavy water you made in step one, and seal the top of the kitty litter bucket with the string still poking out. Once the fuse is lit, it will light the matches and detonate the nuclear fission bomb. This acts as a heat source to boil the heavy water, and when heavy water boils- Nuclear Fusion!

Congratulations, your bomb is now complete. Remember that it's illegal to carry or detonate a nuclear fusion warhead in public (except in Texas), and bear in mind this will be quite a bit stronger than your usual firecrackers. We recommend only setting off your nuclear device on official U.S. testing grounds, such as the desserts of New Mexico or islands in the Pacific only populated by tribes under no country's protection, because that's seriously what the U.S. did.

So play safe and have a good time,

-facts-i-just-made-up.tumblr.com

[rachel-sylvan-author]

"As You Wish: Inconceivable Tales from the Making of The Princess Bride" by Cary Elwes and Joe Layden book recommendation by Rachel Sylvan

[charliesinfern0]

stupid fucking animation software compressing my files to shit for no reason

[thespoonlagoon]

Am I unaware of some sort of #PrincessBride related rise in popularity happening somewhere?...

I've had a sudden rise in 'faves and purchases on this excellent nod to the film (if I do say so myself) peanut jar in recent weeks.

That being said... I'm probably overdue a re-watch myself.

Get yours over on the Etsy --

[blacklight-ghoulette]

Rain given sword, now gets to play out some of his favorite The Princess Bride fantasies. He's the Dread Pirate Robert's, and Dew is Buttercup and there's no negotiating it.

Mountain is Fezzik, Aether is Miracle Max, Cirrus somehow gets the role of Inigo Montoya.

Swiss is Humperdink, because he ate Rain's last nutty bar ('by accident') and he's still mad.

i think they should give rain a sword he’s so pretty he deserves it let rain equip a sword and let him do whatever he wants with it

[stark-ironman]

pretty please im begging for dry humping with logan

Desperate

18+ No Minors

A/N: oh look, I finally wrote another one for Logan. Remember you can send in requests for Hugh and Logan!

Warnings: dry humping, cussing, mentions of killing Wade.

"Come with me."

Those three words are the reason you're laying with Logan on his bed, making out. He had a particularly bad day, his mission didn't go too well and Wade being his usual self didn't help Logan's temper at all.. which is why Wade is nursing a baby arm at the moment.

Logan didn't even bother to change out of his Wolverine outfit because that's how pissed off he was but you didn't mind, luckily you loved seeing him in it and it turned you on more than anything in the world. He made sure to take your shorts off though, leaving you in just your shirt and panties.

He grips your hips tightly, grinding them against his own growing erection, swallowing your moans down as he kisses you with so much anger, passion, and everything else he's feeling.

"Lo.. come on. Take the suit off and fuck me." You lightly beg. "Not yet.. I want you to cum all over this suit so I can smell it every single fucking time I have to go on a mission with Wade so I don't fucking kill him." He growls, running a hand under your shirt and groping one of your breasts.

The friction from his pants against you makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, kissing him again as you speed your movements. "There you go, princess. Grind against my fucking dick, let me watch you come undone on my pants so everyone knows you belong to me." He spits, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"You're mine too, Lo..." You moan out. "Nobody can ever take me from you. I'll kill anybody who dares to lay so much a fucking hair on you and that includes that bastard in the next room." You chuckle as you hear Wade say something in the next room.

Logan flips you over, pressing his erection back onto your clothed pussy, grinding hard and fast against it. You grip his shoulders, arching your back as your release starts to hit. Your breath quickens, looking at Logan with pleading eyes.

"I'm not stopping until you're fucking squirting all in them pretty little panties." He growls again, pressing straight into your clit and causing you to scream out, seeing stars from the pleasure and sensitivity he is causing with his hard but calculated movements.

Another orgasm quickly shoots through your body and you feel your release leaving your body. He grunts in your ear, biting down on the nape in your neck as he releases all in his suit.

Logan relaxes against you, letting you wrap your arms around him. "Feel better, Lo?" You ask, kissing the top of his head. "Yeah! Peanut, are you feeling better now? Because if so I have a raging bo-" Logan cuts off Wade by punching the wall.

"We need to get our own place, fast." He says laying back on you.

[l0nelyish]

It‘s about that sandwich!

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

prompt: where you just can’t help but stun Natasha… and maybe get on her nerves? she doesn’t know which one it is.

nothin but pure fluff and nat being pouty af

lil bit of grumpy nat x sunshine reader if you squint.

3rd pov

„That‘s it.“, Wanda turned around, confused. Witnessing Natasha angry, sure thing. Witnessing her confused? never.

“What’s the matter with you, everything alright?”

Natasha huffed, pouting almost childlike. It’s so not like her to seem this openly frustrated, but she couldn’t care less. “Do I seem alright to you? No. This is the fifth time this month she’s been emptying one of the pbj ingredients before i could make one for myself.”, she dragged her eyes across the room, almost analyzing as in ‘hide and seek’. Where could you have been? And why do you have to steal ‘her’ ingredients? Natasha was bothered by you, yes. Extremely.

Wanda took another look at Natasha and chuckled: “Damn, does a peanut butter and jelly sandwich really have that much value to THE black widow? Oh my Lord.”

Natasha almost wanted to hit Wanda in the head with her slices of bread. It was really tempting, she had to admit. The witch shot her a knowing look, most likely hearing her thoughts. Again, the Russian woman huffed. Her temper was really not her strongest suit. Especially not after provoking it.

“It has a decent amount of value, thank you. What do you want me to say? ‘Oh my God! I can’t live without a pbj sandwich! Help me!’ ?”, Natasha shot her a glare, sarcasm being her best suited form of selfdefense. She truly is a witty woman.

On the other side of the kitchen aisle, Wanda tried her best not to fall into a laughing fit. Never has she ever seen Natasha this distressed, this fuzzy. And then, after really considering who they were discussing, she sent her friend a knowing smirk:

“Are you really this cranky about two bread slices or is it because of your ‘definitely not crush’ ?”

Natasha stared at her, eyes blown in shock: she got caught. Again. She usually wouldn’t let someone else read her this easily, but since this is you they’re talking about, and it’s Wanda she’s talking to, there really is no reason to facade it. Still, she tries to deny: “I told you a hundred times, I don’t like her! I can’t even stand her. I mean, she empties the food. What am I supposed to eat now?” So wrong. Even Natasha knows her whole act of trying to hate and blame you for everything is not working and it’s just her best shot at ignoring the rising feelings she’s got for you. But could anybody blame her, really? When you were this excited, extremely beautiful, empathetic and shiny human being?

You entered the kitchen, unaware of the ongoing dispute. Hot on your heels, you scanned the room and reacted to Natashas last sentence: “Did Steve forget the groceries? Are you hungry?”

And just like that, after merely 5 seconds, Natasha dreaded holding a grudge. Her whole demeanor snapped (no pun intended) and her eyes gazed almost neutrally into your warm gaze: “Someone emptied the whole peanut butter jar. And now I can’t make my dinner.”

Surprisingly, you sent her a goofy smile: “Oh! That must have been me, I’m extremely sorry, Tasha. I do have another half of my pbj sandwich left though, I was about to refrigerate it.”, you held up your plate. She gave it a look and panicked internally: were you really about to share your meal? As if gathering her freight, you again sent her a toothy smile and handed her the leftover half. “Enjoy!”, was all you stated, leaving both women standing around the kitchen isle. Plus the pbj sandwich, which Natasha stared at for longer than necessary. The corners of her mouth started to form a smile, which after some contemplation she insisted on not following through.

Wanda, who encountered the whole interaction, had a huge smirk on her face.

Natasha on the other hand, without having to look at her friends face, mentally face palmed herself for always getting so stuck up around you.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything… but enjoy your meal.”, with that, Wanda left a flushed Natasha stood in the compound’s kitchen.

The widow took another look at your, no her, plate. And after a year, she still can’t wrap her head around it:

What was she going to do about you?

[sanjisblackasswife]

Gojo Hearing “I Love You” for the First Time

I gen. have no clue if anywhere in the series anybody has said they loved gojo. Whether platonic or not. Its interesting and I was just thinking.

CW: Mentions of Gojo’s Past(some canon some not…so spoilers ig if you haven’t read the inventory arc), Established Relationship, Mentioned Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Some Angst(?), Soft Gojo, Reader speaks Spanish because I’m projecting 😋, Kisses

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

“AND THAT’S WHY I DO NOT LIKE PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!..IT WAS VOMIT EVERYWHERE!”

“Can’t believe you managed to eat 6 boxes of cookies in one sitting.”

“Hey! Don’t judge it was a marathon of Digimon playing all day…good times. Not as good as the time—“

And there he goes again, your big over 6’6” boyfriend laying on his back on the couch having another yap fest after a long trip. It started off with a quiet evening of you both eating and watching a childhood movie to then actually sharing stories of your past.

You really couldn’t be more enamored by how excited Satoru gets when he speaks to you. His smile is wide from ear to ear and his dimples grow deeper. He’s also so expressive with his hand gestures you really don’t know where to look as you lay comfortable on his big broad chest.

Usually when he begins to speak about his life before you, you try to absorb and savor every moment. Since your friendship in high school Gojo wasn’t much of a talker (ironically) about his life, but as you both grown closer since his big mission with Geto to watch over Riko he managed to get a bit more comfortable with telling you more about himself.

It’s been 11 years since then and after some therapy sessions with you, Geto, and Gojo three of you managed to learn how to express yourselves in a healthier way with each other.

You watch now, almost 1 year into your official relationship with him and noticed he doesn’t talk much about his parents. Nor an adult in his life that was like a parent to him at the very least. Even when in High School you never met his family. You knew of his clan and that was all.

You always wondered where did he get his wild energy from? His dad? Where did he become so affectionate through touch? His mom? It was all a mystery you wanted to understand.

You’ve even asked Geto, his closest best friend what does he know about his mom and dad, but he always ends with “It’s better you wait until he tells you himself.”

You didn’t question it more, you respected the decision so thats exactly why you’re here. Watching and listening attentively to what your boyfriend has to say. It makes you happy seeing how much he has grown more comfortable towards you towards the years.

“And when I was 8 I remember my folks always gave me free range to use my technique whenever to practice, but boy they regretted after an hour because I—-baby.”

Without noticing your eyes blinked back at him as if you began to come back to reality again, Gojo seen the relaxed look you given him as he spoke, how your eyes were on his, but he just knew you—

“‘ not even listeninggguhhhh.”

Putting your thumbs on his pouty bottom lip, they’re so soft you smile at him, it wasn’t really something you’d expect to say to him, but his pretty big smile, his deepened dimples, everything about him caught you in a moment of venerability you just decided to softly speak at him;

“I love you.”

…just like that it was a pause.

It just slipped off the tongue. You meant it, but finally saying it out loud was a bit of a shock to not just you, but more Satoru. He had an unreadable look on his face, almost as if he didn’t catch what you said, but he definitely did. He couldn’t miss the way his body tensed up hearing those three words.

“What?”

Gojo didn’t say anything, almost as if it was a staring contest you rise from his chest to straddle him, “Are you okay?”

You jumped feeling the pads of his thumb dig into the fattiness of your hips, almost as if he were trying to massage you….very painfully. He got up though, placing you down on the couch and walking to the nearest bathroom without saying a word or looking at you. You could’ve sworn he wiped his face momentarily.

“Go—?”

He didn’t mean to, it was almost a reflex. Your words though, kept replaying in his head . He felt a bit silly being so dramatic , ironically but he couldn’t properly process what you said.

“Satoru?” You knock on the door breaking him away from his thoughts, “You okay, papa? I—oh.”

He opened the door, putting back on his eye mask and giving you one of the fakest smiles you ever seen him do.

“What are you doing, you okay?”

“yeah yeah I’m fineeeee. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“W-wait!” You playfully scoff at his eagerness as he pulls you to the front door, “I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable….I know it was sudden and random, but I meant it.”

Gojo turns and exhales, clearing his throat he begins to scratch the back of his head, you can tell he is scrambling for words so you continue; “I do love you Satoru. A lot. I think I always have since we were younger, but I don’t know…today made me realize I should verbalize it.”

He wants to speak, but for one of the first times you left him wanting to just listen to you. Honestly you took advantage of it because who knows when you’ll be able to get him this quiet.

“I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love the way you explain things, I love the way you are, I love the way you care, I love how you can get on my nerves.” You ends the last part with a giggle making him finally chuckle with you, and he brings you closer to his chest. “I love you, Satoru. You are an amazing person and I am very blessed to have you as not only a friend but a partner.”

It was all too much, he felt overwhelmed he had to lift his mask to wipe the tears welling on the side of his eyes, he chuckles again, the free hand on your waist tightening, “Well damn if I didn’t know better I’d think you have a crush on me.”

You laugh, “Maybeeee…..Now. “ You smooch his cheek before grabbing your phone, “Let’s go get some food—-“

You tried walking past him towards the door but he grabs you from behind to hug you close, you can hear his shallow breaths in your ear. You’re used to his tight squeezes from behind but this one was firm. Almost as if he let you go you’ll fly away.

“Say it again.”

You smirk, his voice quivering but trying to be masked by a fake pouting tone, “I love you, Satoru.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again, but in Spanish.”

“Oh brother.”

“C’mon you sound hot when speaking Spanish.”

“Te amaré para siempre, Satoru…”

If words could explain how he felt right now with you, the closest would be a weight being lifted off his shoulders. For a moment he no longer was Gojo the strongest sorcerer, he was Satoru.

Just Satoru.

Something he wanted to be for a long time, and now you are helping him take the first step into that.

You inhale his scent; mint, expensive cologne and his natural musky smell you love so much and rub his head as he is still buried in your neck. You turn to face him and grab his cheeks, almost hesitantly to cup them because you weren’t sure if he’d left you see him cry. Though you felt your shoulder dampen.

However he let you, his big blue eyes surrounded by a tint of pink, he tried laughing it off and he actually broke eyes contact with you, “I …um…heh..fuck—“

You knew what he was trying to say but you don’t force him, instead you place your lips on his, you felt him exhale, his body relaxing in your touch, “I know, Satoru. I know.”

Gojo couldn’t properly register why he was so overwhelmed with whatever he is feeling right now but he wouldn’t trade this feeling in the world. He honestly wanted to replay the moment you said you loved him on repeat all day.

Later that day you both go out and have your own last minute date for the evening, he wanted so badly to tell you he loves you back by trying to incorporate more of the word “love “ in his vocabulary, by saying things like “I know you LOVE this.” Or “Wouldnt you LOVE for me to take you here.” but it was hard and he sounded silly.

Satoru wanted so badly to tell you he doesn’t just love you, but he has fallen IN love with you.

Gojo finally found just one more person that gave him something he didn’t realize he needed;

To feel human.

[theatrical-penguin]