#THEN I GO TO HAVE A SAPPY LITTLE READ OF A FEW OF THE MESSAGES AND SPOT THIS AND ALMOST CHOKED
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was looking at the details of some of the photos I took at the leather museum todayā¦. which of you motherfuckers wrote amazing new mexico sunset on the kinky personal ads wall
#WROTE OUT THE WORD PETEKEY AND EVERYTHING#THIS WALL FILLED ME WITH SO MUCH GAY JOY WHEN I SAW IT I ALMOST CRIED IN PERSON#THEN I GO TO HAVE A SAPPY LITTLE READ OF A FEW OF THE MESSAGES AND SPOT THIS AND ALMOST CHOKED#personal
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Enjoying sometime off with Logan in Miami
sticky sugar taste- logan sargeant
warnings; pure smut, pwp, nastiness, 18+, oral (m&f recieving)
Sheās gonna smack Logan when he gets home for leaving her on delivered like this. Trying to fill the void, her hole, she presses two fingers inside of her cunt, groaning at the touch. It feels good, almost good enough to tie her over, but the nagging desire and desperate want for it to be Loganās fingers instead ruins the satisfactory feeling.
Itās near practical torture, she thinks, Loganās been out all day without a single word to her. In all fairness to him, itās a media day, and heās been running back and forth trying to film as many little clips and challenges talking about just how proud he is to be Amercian and how special the Miami gp is to him.
But honestly, would a single text really hurt?
The worst part isnāt even that she just really misses him- sheād seen him only a few hours earlier when theyād first woken up and just lazily made out for about half an hour until he had to leave. The worst part is how painfully horny she is.Ā
Sure, she has herself to take care of that- she is perfectly capable of doing so, but itās not the kind of horny where she just wants to cum, she wants Logan to.
The influx of Logan content coming from his own account, the williams pages, and the F1 account has been fantastic. Cute photos of him posing in a Miami Dolphinās jersey, him doing those little Q&As about his favourite foods, taking photos with random fans that bump into him.
But just seeing his face on her phone screen every two seconds really isnāt helping her case. In all fairness, heād probably text her if she texted him enough. Heād have enough time to quickly tap on a text notification and punch out a few words for her- she knows he would.
Logan
I miss you ā¹ļøā¹ļøā¹ļø
She knows that his response wonāt be immediate, and sheās fully prepared for that. However, she doesnāt just want to send those two messages and his response be something cute and sappy like āAw, I miss you too. See you soon ā¤ļøā Which is just such a typical Logan response, she wants him rushing home the second he sees her texts just to help her feel good.
So theyāre quickly followed with,
Lo iām really hornyĀ
And youre not here ā¹ļø
Need you, all of u
Until he reads them, sheās only got herself, so she shucks her pants off, tossing them in the general direction of the laundry basket, and shuts her eyes, letting her left hand absently drift between her legs.Ā
*
Loganās at her favourite bakery. Itās been her favourite since the grand prix last year- the one that sells the glazed donuts and cinnamon rolls that she still hasnāt stopped talking about after nearly a year. The line is miles long, so it must be an agreed upon fact that this place is genuinely good.
Unfortunately, due to how long the line is, heās had to take even more time away from her to go here, and because heās trying to eb a good boyfriend and surprise her with this, he hasnāt told her where he is. That means for the past two hours that heās been easily free to text her- he hasnāt.
He feels pretty shitty for that, but hopefully she wonāt be too mad once the sugary scent of the pastries fills their hotel room.Ā
His phone buzzes in his pocket against his thigh four times, two at a time. He doesnāt have to be a genius to know who it is- his lovely girlfriend, the chronic double texter.Ā
He leans over, looking at how many people are infront of him in the cue. Thereās maybe 15 at most, so heāll be out of here within a half hour and home around 10 minutes after that. 40 minutes, thatās all, he only has to ignore her texts for 40 minutes.
Eventually though, Loganās resolve crumbles and he switches on his phone, checking her messages. The first two are cute, and he feels a bit bad for the fact that he had to leave so early. However, he chokes on his breath when he reads the next two.
The two messages that he has no right reading out in public.
Im out in public please have some decorum
Heās attempting to be funny because if he doesnāt and instead gives into what sheās saying, he might start barking over text.Ā
Well.
Maybe not quite that far, but damn near close enough.
Seriously Lo im in agony without u
Come home i need you so badly
Oh fucking hell. The line atleast is moving quicker than heād predicted, but that means he has to face the cashier while being so incrediously hard and just order an assortment of baked goods.
Ill be home soon i promise
He makes his order, slamming the money on the counter while muttering out a ākeep the changeā, just to keep the interaction as quick as possible. Heās handed a brown bag with the four items- 2 cinnamon rolls, 2 donuts which was going to make for a perfect afternoon snack/dessert.
At this rate, theyāre gonna be eating eachother instead of the pastries.
My underwear is soaked
Touch yourself baby, wait up for me
He switches his phone off, figuring for the drive home itās safer to not be sexting his girlfriend while on the freeway. He might be a professional at driving, but that certainly doesnāt mean heās confident enough to drive home while discussing what theyāre planning on doing together when he walks through the door.Ā
*
She wishes Logan wouldāve given her an estimate of what āsoonā meant, because that could mean anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour. For her sake, she hopes itās the former. Sheās disgustingly sticky, laying on her stomach while she watches fucking tiktok edits of him. Sheād started with just looking through photos heād sent her over the course of their relationship, then evolved to needing a bit more than that.
Currently, any video of him working out was doing it for her.
Iām touching myself to pictures and vids of uĀ
You look so good in all these interviews bae
Itās words like those that she knows makes Logan go genuinely crazy- which is the intention, obviously.Ā
She gets no reply, which honestly, is a bit discouraging, but maybe heās just on the way home and canāt reply right now.Ā
She prays thatās the reason.
I wanna suck your dick when you get home
Until you cry
Like the most mindblowing head holy fuck
Please?
Sheās gonna smack Logan when he gets home for leaving her on delivered like this. Trying to fill the void, her hole, she presses two fingers inside of her cunt, groaning at the touch. It feels good, almost good enough to tie her over, but the nagging desire and desperate want for it to be Loganās fingers instead ruins the satisfactory feeling.
I fell asleep after you left and i dreamed about riding you
Make my dream come true?
Itās a pretty corny line, so āonce upon a timeā fairytale-esque, but at this point, sheās confessing just abiutanything in the hopes that Logan is reading the messages and heās getting increasingly more riled up from them.
Itās a bit difficult to type with one hand, so her texts are going through slower now.
Fuck Lo, i miss your dick so bad
I think im going insane, nothing is helping
Genuinely she would commit crimes at this very moment just to have Loganās cock in her, but she shouldnāt say that- thatās wrong.
My throat feels so empty
Let me blow you please š„ŗ
Why am i begging you i know youll want it anyways
The emoji is a good choice, she wants Logan to know just how painfully needy she is for this right now. Her two fingers curl up inside of her, desperately trying to chase an orgasm she knows she wonāt reach for as long as Logan isnāt physically right next to her, but you canāt hate a girl for trying.Ā
Time seems to float away from her in her hazy state. She forces herself to diassociate, pretend time isnāt real and that she isnāt real in the hopes that time will pass quicker. Her past 12 messages are all still unread as far as she knows, definitely unanswered at least, so sheās holding out hope that he hasnāt crashed or something and heās just trying to get home as quick as possible.Ā
She rolls over, opening the drawer of her bedside table. She has a blue ātoyā in there, williams blue specifically. Itās been helpful on many occasions when Logan hasnāt been around to help, or when theyāve had to do this sort of thing over the phone.
Her fingers wrap around it, keeping it in her palm as her arm falls heavy to her side. At this point, sheās too exhausted to keep doing anything to herself. Since she doesnāt know how long sheās supposed to wait up for Logan, she just lets herself drift towards sleep- figuring heāll come quicker if sheās asleep anyways.
Logan grabs his stuff out of his car, the brown bag tucked safely under his armpit so he can use both hands to read the obscenely lewd messages that have been flooding his noifcations. His cock jerks as he scans over each new message, his head ducked down as he makes his way through the hotel. To his luck, he doesnāt have any crazy fans like Lando or Charles do that cue up inside his hotel so he doesnāt have to worry about stopping to sign something for a fan while he is painfully hard and reading texts about his girlfriend begging to suck him off.
A bit of him, no, all of him is desperately hoping sheās still up for that because a good blowjob sounds like the best thing ever right now.
He doesnāt even realise heās gotten into the elevator until heās standing infront of the hotel room door, searching his pockets of the key card. It happens to be wedged into his wallet into the smallest section which means it takes a solid minute to try weasel it out.
His patience is seriously being tested today.
Logan kicks his shoes off, closing the door behind him, waiting just long enough to hear the click that indicates that itās locked before he pounces straight towards the bedroom. He drops off his stuff just next to the kitchen counter, taking care to placethe bag ontop of the table. He opens the bedroom door, a small smile spreading across his face at the sight.
Her clothes are scattered across the otherwise tidy and pleasantly decorated hotel room, the bedsheets pulled over to only one side of the bed, a head of long hair just visible where the blanket ends and the pillow begins.Ā
But the ache thatās straining against his jeans is enough for him to snap out of the lovey feeling and back to the horny one. āHey pretty,ā He tugs back the blanket of the bed, not too much that sheāll have a bad reaction, but enough to wake her up, a proper wakeup in which sheāll be ready for him within minutes.Ā
āNgh, five minutes,ā Thatās exactly what Logan was aiming to avoid.
āNo, up we get,ā He slots his hands under her armpits, sitting her up. āCāmon, youāre gonna make good on your promises, arenāt you?ā
Thereās a blank expression on her face for a second, then thereās that moment of recognition. āLo,ā Her voice is thick with a mix of lust and sleep, āIāve missed you,ā
He snickers, feeling his whole body grow warmer, āI could tell, I read your texts.ā He tugs his shirt off over his head, watching a smirk spread across her hazy features. āReally that desperate? Begging to suck me off?āĀ
Her cheeks are painted a pale pink- she loves this type of teasing, the oen that Logan borderline mocks her for how needy she is. It never gets to the point where itās classified as mean, and if it ever scrapes that boundary, they both know to back off. āI really wanna,ā She looks up at him through her lashes, the whites of her eyes prominent and contrasting against her dark pupils.
āOn the floor,ā She clambers onto it, a mess of legs and blankets as she falls to the ground about as gracefully as she can. Logan looks like heās about to fuss over her before she shakes her head, assuring him that sheās fine. Once sheās got a pillow under her knees, she reaches up to undo his belt.
The worst thing about menās pants- thereās just so many steps to take them off. Undoing the belt, pulling it out, undoing the button, the zip, then finally you reach the boxers. With girls, you often just push their skirt up and youāre ready.Ā
Logan assists her with his belt just to get the process moving along quicker. He lets her take back over when it gets to just undoing his jeans just because he knows she loves the control she gets over this part. She doesnāt play around too much with his jeans, eager to get them down, but once sheās met with an eyeful of his boxers-Ā then she decides to do a bit of teasing of her own.
She kisses him through the soft cotton of his boxers. The front of them are pulled taut over his erection, straining and begging for release. His hand finds itās place in her hair, gently pushing her face into his crotch. āMm, playing around like you werenāt begging to be shut up with my cock down your throat?ā
Her brain is already beginning to feel foggy. It often does when they do this, she gets that dreamlike pleasure where nothing quite feels real, but it certainly feels really good. Her index fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down.Ā
Sheās seen him like this more times than she could probably count, but itās always the best sight. She opens her mouth, kitten licking his tip. Whines fall from her own mouth, controlled and even breaths from his. Itās not yet drastic, definitely not debauched or overstimulated.
Not that sheād done this with many guys before Logan, actually maybe only one or two a few years back, but she really canāt imagine ever being with someone else like she is with Logan. He knows her- inside and out. He knows whatās too much, whatās too little, what is just perfect. He knows all her little signs and actions, the ones that speak louder than words when she can barely say it out loud.Ā
She wraps a hand around his cock, which he tuts at. āNo hands,ā They go behind her back, and sheās left looking back up at him with big eyes, waiting for him to do something. He strokes her hair, slowly guiding his cock into her lips, āSuck, baby,ā He cooes.
Thereās no doubt that Loganās a bit of a challenge to take, long and thick, but he knew to which point it was too much and how much got her to that perfect mindless place. Her tongue trailed along his slit, precum gathering on it.Ā
Her mouth is that perfect soaking warmth around his tip, swallowing down a few inches, moving back and forth. Thereās something in both of them that wants to take it to the furthest point, she wants to try and force herself as far forward as she can, take as much as humanly possibly, and he wants to fuck her face- force her to take it.
But thatās lust talking, and as much as theyāre both horny as hell, they also have respect for eachother and themselves, so they treat this as a softer moment. āIs this exactly what youāve been begging for all day, baby?ā He murmurs, his finger drifting between her cheek and temple.
She can hardly respond, so a hmnh! suffices. He pulls out just far enough that her lips are wrapped around his tip, both red and swollen. Logan groans, rolling his hips forward in a painfully slow rhythm. There hasnāt been a second in which their eyecontact has broken, so she just stares up at him, big glossy eyes.Ā
Eventually though, just the very tip of it is hardly enough for either of them, so Logan slowly works her onto his cock, pushing forward slowly until heās buried deep into her throat, not quite all of him inside her.Ā
Strands of her hair curl around his fingers, making it easier to tug and pull her in any direction he wants to. Thereās drool dribbling down her chin and onto her neck, her lashes clumped together with tears.
Thereās a familiar clenching in his stomach that indicates that heās painfully close to cumming, so he tugs her off. She stares up at him in confusion, wide eyes of almost betrayal. āUp on the bed,ā He instructs again. She lies against the large stack of pillows, legs bent up to the ceiling. Her knees are red and raw from kneeling for so long, so clearly the cushion didnāt help that much.
Sheās only got a pair of lacy white underwear on by this point, soaked to mould to the contours of her cunt from how wet she is. Her nudges her legs apart, lying down inbetween her thighs. āColour?ā
There doesnāt seem to even be a moment of doubt, āGreen,ā Logan laps her cunt through the thin material of her panties, filling his mouth with the familiar taste of her. He genuinely thinks heād die a happy man between her legs, but he doesnāt want to, because that means he wouldnāt be able to do it again.
Ideally, he wishes he could just do this for the rest of time.
Breathing whines and moans escape her mouths, chants of his name filling the room as her slender fingers card through his hair, yanking it. Not too hard that it means that he should stop, but hard enough to let out some of her energy.
āI- I missed you so fucking bad today,ā She whimpers, her head thrown back against the pillow. Logan canāt help but smile, he loves how bad she needs him because it means the feeling is requited. āWhere- were you?ā
āI know,ā He stops just long enough to answer and press a searing kiss to the inside of her thigh, āI was just- yeah, tying up some last minute errands,ā The answer seems to satisfy her enough to calm down and just give into pleasure.
It doesnāt take much longer before her hips stutter and she cums, gushes of wet across his lips. She rides it out and Logan helps her the whole way before her whimpers indicate itās all too much. He then finds his place back up at her mouth, kissing her. Itās sticky and wet, and they can taste themselves in each otherās mouths, but it feels so good to be kissing againl even if it was only a few hours ago theyād been doing it.
They flop down on the bed for a bit, stroking eachotherās hair until she decides she wants to continue making good on her promise. She scoots inbetween his legs where is still hard cock is resting heavy, and takes the head into her mouth. He lets out a grunt of surprise, which then turns to a heavy exhale.
It comes easier this time around, alternating between licking and sucking, taking him deeper than before. Her hands find their place gliding up his stomach and chest, running over his defined set of abs. She looks up at what sheās doing, which doubles as looking up at him.
Similarly to how sheād been earlier, he has his head thrown back and heās whining, thrusting up into her. Since he canāt see what sheās doing, she has full creative liberty. She tweaks at his nipples, pink and pointed. He lets out a moan from the very back of his throat, his hips thrusting up into her throat. āHoly fuck,ā He groans, pushing her head down further, only applying the slightest pressure.
Itās not long before his noises are becoming more high pitched and flooding out quicker, āClose,ā He mutters, and she stays right there, moving at the same pace. He spills into her mouth, thick white strings of cum painting the inside of her warm wetness.Ā
They stay silent like that for what seems like hours, her face smushed up against his stomach, his hand brushing through her hair. āWas that enough?ā She shakes her head, āhardlyā. Heās on the brink of sleep, and he thinks she is too until she suddenly sits up, her face twisted like somethingās bothering her.Ā
āDid you get donuts?ā Seriously how on earth could she smell them through the door. He nods, smiling tiredly at her. He makes some lame explanation of how that was the reason he was so late as she drags him out of bed snd towards the source of the sweet smell. āI love you, I love you!ā She squeals, wrapping her arms around his neck as soon as she sees the brown paper bag.Ā
He grins, burying his face in her neck, āLove you too,ā
(sorry this took me so long to write and i hope you like it, i've been lost for inspiration. also, shoutout to sunny who was the biggest motivator for me to write this-i hope you enjoyed the nipples part)
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` Ö“ ź« Ū« ā¹ W.CLARK Ė TIL DEATH DO US PART.
pairing: wally clark x fem!reader.Ā
what to know | 80% angst with 20% of fluff, comfort. fic, a pretty sappy ending. i do not own these characters and this is all fiction! ā lowercase is intended.
word count: 5,280 (oops)Ā
spoilers: death and characters (also assumptions about characters back story).Ā
ā on rotation: hate to be lame by lizzie mcapline. lover sung by taylor swift. she was mine by aj rafael. better for you by siaopaolo.
star left a message! my first fic! hope you enjoy and let me know how you felt about it :)
ab. you and wally were inseparable. bared souls to each other but still dancing around the fact of feelings for each other but one night he gathers the courage to tell you how he feels, things donāt go the way he plans and spirals out of control.
1984.
the soft ringing of a phone rouses you awake, your room dark and cool from the gentle breeze coming through the crack in your window. you rub the drowsiness from your eyes before sitting up. glancing at your clock, beside it is the soft yellow landline that rings, a light but repetitive tone. the red glowing numbers reading 11:51 almost made you regret waking up to pick up the phone but the constant ringing means the caller must be persistent to get ahold of you. clearing your throat you pick up the phone, a soft hello emitting from your lips.
āhey sweetheartā you recognize the voice almost immediately, wally clark your best friend since middle school. you two are inseparable, always attached to the hip and despite his reputation, how popular he was. he never let it hinder your relationship. he always joked that you two were high school sweethearts minus the dating part which also always confused people when you had told them you were just friends but your heart hopes, yearns for more.
āhey, did something happen?ā there mustāve been a reason why he called you in the first place but he quickly denies:
āoh-oh no, everything is going wellā¦ sorry did i wake you?ā his voice comes out rushed, as if heās trying to speed up the conversation. the tone confuses you but you continue.
ānot really, i was just trying to fall asleep.ā you softly respond. fiddling with the cord, telling him a small white lie but if there was something about wally was that you never wanted him to feel bad at your expense, always saving him the tinge of guilt that affects him more than you thought. he was a soft soul, sensitive but resilient. one of the things that make you more drawn to him. he was someone who made you feel like you had a purpose in life.
āi, i uhm was wondering if you wanted to go for a drive. i-if not thats totally okay!ā you can practically hear himself rubbing his neck. a constant habit he had when he was emmbarrased or unsure. you agree almost immediately. hearing the smile plastered on his face, he boasts about having the car for the night so it was the perfect time to make use of it. he promises heāll come to get you in a few minutes so you rush to get dressed in warmer clothing compared to your sleep wear. as you wait for him, you couldnāt help but feel curious as to why he wanted to take you out at such a late hour. sure he didnāt get the car to himself often but from his tone you couldnāt help but feel something off. ultimately your mind settles on the fact that he just felt spontaneous and just wanted to spend time with your, knowing how the school year just began and he has been busy with the football team and his parents breathing down his neck, so maybe he needed an escape.
minutes pass and you hear the closing of a car door, then rounds of rubble as if someones walking down the side walk. you donāt know how but every time wally comes around, no matter what the sounds are- you always know itās him and when you confessed this little sense of yours when he let out a boisterous laugh and told you āyou have a little part of me then sweetheart.ā that made your heart melt. excited, you softly pad down your steps and open the door before he can even let himself in. you had unlocked the door minutes prior to ensure a silent arrival. wally stands still for a few moments. his gaze focusing on your face, your cheeks blush as moments pass and his movement doesnāt change
āuh, earth to wally?ā snapping your fingers in front of him, the taller boy jumps back in surprised wondering how you got there so fast, and how you look so effortlessly beautiful at midnight ādone gawking yet clark?ā laughing, sounding beautiful to his ears he looks away smiling shyly his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, a repeating his habit. āso where are we going?ābecoming the most talkative already, in return there is no response. which is odd coming from you usually commentary filled best friend.
āno hi, how are you? do you not miss me?ā lightly shoving his shoulder. you divert the subject to where he could be taking you, the cold air making you shiver as you wait for his response. but instead of giving you one he just leads you to his car across the street, no words exchanged. huffing at the lack of communication you follow him across the street (looking both ways before you cross of course)
the drive to the park is quietā comfortable silence with the silent play of music fill the air as he drives, you look out the window to stare at the beautiful landscape of the city since wally gives no other form of entertainment to pass time. trying so hard not to stare at him as he drives, you donāt notice obviously since youāre not looking his way but thereās a line of sweat collecting on wallyās hairline but even if you saw you would shrug it off blaming it on his hoodie but no, wally was sweating for a completely different reason. heās about to change your relationship forever. well, not forever but the outcome can go of two ways, good or bad; with no in-between.
wally clark is going to confess his undying love for you and he feels like heās gonna throw up from how nervous he is. he didnāt even greet you, thatās how tense heās feeling he couldnāt even form any coherent word when he saw you, hair ruffled laying in bed with sleepy eyes. it was an image that he wants tattooed on his forehead, dead serious. luckily you didnāt notice how nervous he is because you usually can read him very well additionally, you havenāt asked him anything so heās relieved to see that nothing heās done has gotten on your radar yet. well, he didnāt greet you when he picked you up but you just shrugged it off, not thinking to much of it. passing it as oncoming sleepiness from staying up. the ride was filled mostly silence and was also accompanied by mark or your occasion humming, soon you arrive at the park which you immediately recognize as the one where you first met wally, on the swing set late at night when his parent became overbearing. you follow wally out of the car and up a path to a grassy hill out looking the neighborhood and beautiful night sky. he takes a seat and you follow after him, sitting next to him with little space between the two of you.
the scene is quite picturesque, wally wishes he brought his polaroid as he looks up at the stars hoping theyāll talk back to him, talk him out of it or somethingā maybe some encouragement because heās been hyping himself up for this moment for so long, okay just for three hours but leading up to this moment he felt like time was moving so slow. the two of you just sit in silence for a while looking at the beautiful night sky until wally speaks up.
āi have something to tell you.ā he starts, his voice slightly wavering. you turn immediately to look at him as this is the first thing heās said to you since he picked you up, a sour feeling rests in your stomach as you process what he said, in fear of hearing what he actually he has to say, you try to figure it out yourself. which youāll find out yourself was not the greatest idea. sitting up straight you look directly at him with a hand on his shoulder.
āwait donāt tell me, youāre moving? you got early acceptance to ohio state? if so and youāre only telling me now iām going to murdā or no have you gotten yourself a girlfriend because god knows you neeāāwally shakes his head barely scoffing a laugh.
āno, that is not what iām gonna tell you! now can you please stop talking? i practiced in front of my mirror for this.ā practicing in-front the mirror for what? you tilt your head confused, but turn it upright immediately when another thought comes to mind.
āare you going to show me that stupid dances youāve been learning becauseāā
āno! y/n let me say what i need to say before i vomit on your shoes.ā
āhold on whaāā
āoh my god y/n! i like you! okay! i like you. god i asked you to not talk and yet you did.ā
your heart drops and the sour feeling only heightens. wally on the other hand is frustrated and embarrassed because of your interruptions and his sudden outburst to you. it was uncalled for, he knows. high on his emotions the quarterback stands up from his spot and starts walking down the hill, ruffling his hair in frustration. cheeks red from both embarrassment and the cold. canāt believe you just confessed to her like that! horrible wally clark. now sheās not gonna even want to accept your confession. āvomit on your shoesā what kind of line is that? seriously.
he groans, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he continues down the path. not even bothered to see if youāre following him, he probably just ruined your friendship for life. heās never going to let himself live this down.
wally is mad at himself, not even you, heās only a tad bit mad at you for you cutting him off but heās more mad at himselfā he shouldnāt have beaten around the bush, shouldāve just told you there and then not have any cheesy climax to it; wouldāve gotten it over with quickly. you watch wally walk off while you stay planted in your seat. still processing what happened. wait, wally clark just confessed to you, the man youāve unknowingly devoted yourself for just confessed and you were interrupting him! what are you doing go after him! y/n go! you scramble from your spot. feeling guilty for cutting him off, you probably sent his confidence down the hill with him. god you felt horrible. āwally! wait!ā you call from behind him almost tripping from the decline of the hill but with sportsmen instincts he catches you by your arm. āwally, oh my god. iām sorry for cutting you offā iām such a jerk for that.āyou say as you pant for breath, your heart racing. you look at his side profile and heās avoiding your gaze completely, moving his head to look to the side youāre not on. āitās alright, let me just take you home.ā a breath leaves you, take you home? that was the last thing you wanted right now āwally iāā he cuts you off like you did to him earlier āy/n really, i accept your apology. let meā let me just take you home please.ā he is dying from embarrassment at this point, might as well put him out of his misery. ābutāā you start while wally letās out a hefty sigh and inhales harshly from his nose, rubbing the side of it with his thumb. āy/n can we just forget this all happened? itās really late iāll just get you home before anyone realizes your gone.ā his tone is distant and really pulls at your heart strings, you didnāt want to forget about this, well some parts of it you wanted to remember like him confessing to you! but you didnāt mean to make him upset; he probably is thinking the worse right now and itās all because of you, itās all your fault.
you donāt say another word as you nod when wally briefly glances at you, his light touch on your arm leaves as he continues his walk to the car park. you follow behind quietly, guilt eating you up as you look at wally posture slump as he walks, heās head hung low. looking smallā all because of you.
the drive back to your house was even worse, it was quiet. no music no humming, nothing. just silenceā you wanted to say something make it right again but you were afraid to worsen his mood more than youāve already done. no farewells are exchanged when wally arrives in front of your home, he wanted to say something, anything but he just let the opportunity pass. although, just as youāre about to close the door, he murmurs a soft good night that you wish he could tell you looking in your eyes but instead his eyes stay downcast on the steering wheel. he doesnāt leave right away, he waits until youāre safely inside your house and then some more. he throws his head back wallowing in his emotions, he wished the earth would just swallow him up. when you get into your room, you peak through your blinds and see that wally is still there, you watch as he sits there, eyes closed and head back then he hits the wheel of his car a few times eliciting a gasp from you, feeling more guilty. eventually watching him depart from your street.
wally clark was avoiding you, you knew that much. after what happened that night wally began acting like you didnāt existā as if you werenāt his best friend; as if he didnāt confess his feelings for youā which youāve been thinking about for the last few days. it hurts, that wallyās acting so distant. heās been hanging out with his jock friendsā but you can tell his mood isnāt the same. usually preppy and extraverted, practices consuming his time and plans that pop out of thin air that keeps him busy so he doesnāt have to think about what happened with you, to distract him. youāve tried calling him but itās all been sent to voicemail or his mother ends up answering the phone, you could tell but it hasnāt been to easy for wally either. he feels like a dick for being this way after what happened but heās just not ready to face youā face youāre rejection, face the embarrassment, face the spot in his heart for you that he now has to make disappear. heās just not ready.
this whole wally avoiding you thing has gone longer than you both had expectedā you, you were counting the days until wally spoke to you again and honestly you are becoming more concerned with how this is dragging out. you miss your best friend for goddess sake! you miss his corny jokes, his contagious laughter, his habit of running his hands through his had, how excited he gets when he seeās dogs on the street. you just miss him... you miss everything about him, your constant now gone. unfortunately you never end up getting the time to talk to him and by now its been months, now the homecoming game you plan on talking to him after the game. no excuses, no if, ands or buts can interfere with the dire need of bringing him back to you.
the chilly air nips at your cheeks as you stand in the bleachers watching the game. you were never a sports fan especially for football but when your best friendās whole personality is devoting himself to the sportā not even for him but for his family, you had no choice but getting yourself used to the sport. you went to every game, however far it was you went. distance didnāt hinder your support for him. the game feels aching long and the constant cheering from both schools make it hard for you to focus, you just wanted things to be okay with him. you didnāt want to keep this cold war between the two of you.
now in the second half, you watch from the stands as wally takes a seat onto the metal bench. his mother right behind him. the conversation must be tense because as soon as the finish speaking. heās up on his feet again. your chest tightening at the thought of how much pressure heās under right now. you hold your breath as you watch wally catch the ball, running towards the the five yard line when a linebacker runs straight into him, tackling himā wally breaking his fall. you let out a shuttering breath as you watch him, your best friend lie there on the field and it feels as if time stops; you stand on the bleachers in disbelief. praying to some higher up that heās okay and just being dramatic before getting up like he always doesā¦ but that never happens. all air is taken from your chest as you dreadfully walk down the bleachers, hoping this was some sick dream you were bound to wake up from. clamors of terror and commotion fill the stadium as the beloved football player is declared dead on the field. tears are streaming down your face, watching his body being carried in a black body bag that he wouldāve joked about it being a tacky way of being taken out.. but theres no room for that youāve never felt so empty, so helpless as you do in this moment. now never being able to accept is confession, apologize, make a amends. there was no future for you without him.
all wally can see is black, a dark abyss that consumes his vision as he feels weightless, as if he isnāt in his body. an out of body experience that he hopes to recover from. that heās just in a coma and heāll be reunited with you and tell you all the things he didnāt get to tell you sooner. his mind is consumed by the thought of you, even before the accident he wanted to see you, talk to you, hold you in his arms but when he opens his eyes heās greeted by the bright lights of the football field. being completely alone in the stadium. still in his uniform. he sits up dazed and confused. he feels fine, if anything he feels like a whole new person as if heās been given a second chance in living but what heāll soon to find out, its not in the way he thinks. he feels a bit light headed as he stands and his eyes immediately landing on a figure when he had thought he was alone. he shouts to get their attention to no avail, confused; he continues to shout walking closer to them. as he gets closer he realizes itās you with your head in your hands and yours shoulders shaking as you wail to your hearts content. he calls out to you, at first soft but then more desperate as you donāt hear him. he feels frustrated as tears of his own stream down his face.
he cries āyn, sweetheart please, please.ā his chest tightening at the sounds of your crying. pleading, begging. a mantra repeating under his breath. he doesnāt want this to be it, to be over for him, for you. he canāt lose you. he doesnāt know where he is, how he got here and he especially doesnāt understand why you canāt hear or see him. if this what death is like he thinks he landed in hell.
wally doesnāt notice the man standing by the entrance. the man that heāll soon find out is a guide into understanding what exactly is happening and coming to terms with the fact that heās dead and will never be able to live the life he wanted with you. instead heāll watch you grow without him as heāll stay forever eighteen.
āwallowing wallyā is the nickname rhonda had come up for him. jason chides rhonda for picking on the mourning boy but she insists it was to lighten the mood, the outcome being the complete opposite. when he was first introduced to the group he was quiet, timid, distant. the others understood the feelings and recent thoughts about the afterlife at split river and had assumed he would grow out of it. but no, it continues and rhondaās continuous jokes about his behavior being the complete opposite to the boisterous quarterback he once wasā but that guy since died along with his corpse. heās now just a shell of who he was.
it was hard for him to watch you at first, he didnāt see you for weeks after his death but when you finally came back to school. you were an entirely different person; you looked paler, bags under your eyes, lifeless as you walked down the halls with soft murmurs about your appearance as you walk by. his heart shatters into pieces watching you, sitting alone during breaks. staring into space during class completely dissociative during class. you distanced yourself from your peers and never responded when someone gave you condolences about your best friend, just nodding then walking away. your were mourning the death of him and he couldnāt handle watching it. youāre hurting at his expense and itās breaking his already shattered heart that canāt be mended.
so he distanced himself from you. like he did at the end of his life, he couldnāt bare to see you hurt so he spent most of his days on the rooftop. only coming down for snacks or to catch up with the others Ā but then back at his spot. never going to group because he didnāt want to talk about it. how a little of guilt sits in him everyday watching you mourn for him. days blur by and eventually wally extends to the stadiumā heās bitter, yes that he died during a game, without a fight but it was easier for him to get over compared to you. he will never get over you. he takes his time walking onto the field, closer he sees the memorial left for him. his picture surrounded by candles, flowers, notes and other things left by other students. heās consumed by the notes and messages his peers left him that he doesnāt realize jason joining him.
āwallyā he calls, the boy turns with his hands shoved in his varsity jacket. looking over at the latter with a questioning look. watching the male with his hand over his face shielding him from the sun.
āthereās something i think you wanna see.ā as much as he doesnāt want to follow jason or be lead into his trap of being forced into group he couldnāt help the feeling of interest that fills him. as expected theyāre towards the gym and as wally is about to protest jason interjects with strong statements about something being there for him. for the first time wally feels hopeful, that something happenedā miraculously. he follows jason into the gym. the sight of the circle of chairs in the corner of the gym prominent in his vision but now he sees an extra person taking up another seat. he wasnāt aware that another death had happened at the school and if there was he wouldāve been there. heard the sounds of death within the walls. he gets closer and closer, expectant of what jason kept hyping him up about. heās about to inquire what it is when his eyes land on you. sitting in his seat, he stares at you in disbelief. you dont notice him at first and he takes is as a time to take up you appearance. one that he hasnāt seen in a while.
you look healthier, definitely healing from the homecoming game. youāre wearing a stripped sweater he had lent you, slightly oversized and a pair of dark wash jeans and your beat up converse. the only piece sticking out from your ensamble was the beige apron, stained with clay. itās quiet around the group before mr. martian walks inside greeting the others.
āwally finally joining us i see.ā that name catches your attention. you look up from the gym floor to your recently deceased best friend. your breath hitched, blood running cold, were your eyes deceiving you? you had just seen him died moths ago, the vision still etched in your mind and now suddenly heās standing in front of you like heās fine. you think your gonna throw up. wally never expected for his to happen, he didnāt expect for you to react by running out of the gym with your hand over your mouthā¦ it was all to much but the feeling in his heart makes him run after you. Ā he doesn't know where you went at first but the rounds of retching in the girls bathroom makes him suspect that youāre in there.
āsweetheart, i know youāre in there and iām not gonna go in thereā¦ for obvious reasons but i-i just want to talk.ā wally runs his hand over his face, feeling stupid for what he just said. he had such a habit for blabbering even if it was a serious situation. still he just canāt believe you can see him, as much as he wanted to know how you dies; he pushes that thought to the back of his mind, his main focus was making things right with you. he stands by the door waiting for you to finish. he can hear the toilet flushing, then the stall door and the faucet running. his nerves are through the roof as he hears you footsteps come closer. he calls out your name softly as you walk out, ready to be on his knees begging you to forgive him, for what he did, ignoring you for so long, not giving you the time of day. heās ready for you to yell and shout at him, slap him if you wanted to. he was ready for it. instead, the second you walk out you pull him into a tight hug. noticing the absence of your apron, shoving that thought behind. he bends over a bit to accommodate the height difference. he immediately wraps his arms around you, relishing in your body heat. heād missed you so much that he almost forgot what it felt like to be in your presence but now that youāre here, thereās no need to worry for that anymore. the hug lasts for a while and soon the wet feeling of tears coat wallyās neck and varsity jacket as you silently cry into his shoulder. he soothingly rubs your back and gently rocking you back and forth, trying his best to comfort you while not trying to cry himself. your knees buckle and he easily catches you, whispering soft nothings to you. it takes you sometime to calm down. nevertheless he waits. listening to your cries become softer, hiccuping for breath as you slowly depart from him.
"i missed you." you tremble in a whisper. he gives you a sad smile cupping your cheek in his hand, gently swiping your tears away.
"i missed you too, sweetheart. fresh tears form on your waterline, eyebrows scrunched you grasp his face, pulling him into a kiss. he's astounded, the feeling of your lips on his was one he dreamt about for years, now here it is and he's standing there like an idiot not kissing you back. his grasps at your waist, the kiss is different from any he's never experienced. it's slow and passionate. you've been yearning for each other for Ā years, dancing around the potential of where your relationship can go. you're tired of waiting even after death. you relish in the way you lips feel on his after feeling so lost without him with all that emotion youāve bottled up when you realize that you're in love with him. words cannot express how much he has an affect of you and he can say the same thing about you. Ā you both pull away a little breathless. you've been waiting to do that for years and wally is a bit envious that you beat him to it. your foreheads are pressed softly together, just standing in each others presence. it's a soft, intimate moment.
"i thought i was never going to see you again." you begin looking into wally's eyes. he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, urging you to continue. āi thought i would've never be able to tell you how i feel. i-i was going to tell you after the football game but... you know.ā wally stiffens, he can only assume what you'll say next but whether you break his heart of make his dreams come true. his feelings for you won't change.
āwally, you mean so much to me. you're my rock, always there for me when i need you. no matter what is itā if it was helping me pick out outfits when you hate to shop or picking me up from a disastrous date. i didn't know what it would be like to live without you until it actually happened. i felt lost, i felt like i didn't have a purpose without you. like a part of me died when you did. you give me direction, a purpose. wally clark, i love you. i love everything about you. you're little habits, the things you hate about yourself i love it all." tears are free falling again when you finish and wally's eyes are blurred with tears as he looks at you with all the love and adoration in the world. he lets out a laugh and your face almost twists into hurt when he immediately brings you close by the waist, standing at full height. he reassures you almost immediately.
"stealing my thunder again huh sweetheart?" he jokes, a smile on his face. it's hard to stay mad at him, especially with that faceā trying your best to keep a stoic face while he speaks. "i was supposed to say it first." he pouts. and you shake your head, a smile peeking from your lips but you remain. he brings his hand to cup your cheek and the other on the small of your back. "but i couldn't have said it better than you. you're the only one i think understands me the best, you see right through me and can tell if i'm having a bad day or hiding something. you supported me through my football career especially when my parents seemed like they cared more about the sport than their own son. you defend me, protect meā even though i feel like i should be doing that with you. you make me feel special. i love you and i always wanted to tell you that. no matter what you do, make me sad or mad. i'll always love you."
you flush at his words, feeling small in his embrace. your feelings have never felt so strong and it honestly felt a little overwhelming, but seeing the smile on his face eases you. you lean into his touch, your throat tightening at the new thoughts looming your mind.
"what if i'm not good enough for you.ā your voice comes out strained, strong with emotion. he interjects immediately. insisting that there was no one else out that that could change his mind. you were it for him. he pours his heart out to you and you the same. Ā a smile graces you face and wally swears his heart melts. he'll do anything to protect that smile on your face til the day he dies... again.
"it's me and you against the world, sweetheart." he kisses the crown of your head, taking your hand and pulling you down the hall. maybe death isnāt so bad after all.
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ā LOVE LANGUAGES !
CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader.
SUMMARY: CCs and their love languages <3.
WARNINGS: SFW! Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and fluff.
A/N: I'm alive!! Very late valentine's post, but classes and homeworks have been crazy :(( anyways, I hope these are good!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!!
MASTERLIST.
DREAM.
Physical touch ā Dream thrives on your touch, whether it be a quick caress to his hand or one of his long required cuddle sessions. He loves the feeling of your skin on his (he's a bit touch starved, a global pandemic and being a faceless YouTuber will do that to you.), and will take any opportunity given to hold your hand when he walks along with you or sneak up behind you to press your body against his.
Due to him not using a cam on his streams, he sometimes asks (more like demands) you to pull up a chair next to him just so he can just feel you next to him, your hands playing absentmindedly with his free one, playing with his rings and slowly making your way onto his lap, where you have a better view of his monitors and an easier way to press kisses onto his freckled cheeks.
Words of affirmation ā Much like any other person, Dream enjoys the simple reassurance that his partner appreciates him, a small "I love you." will cause him to shut down immediately. He as well is very vocal when it comes to his love for you, complimenting you on the daily and expressing how much you mean to him even when you've just woken up and you're pretty sure you're comparable to the girl from The Ring, but to him, you're breathtaking whenever and however.
He also likes the small moments you both spend at night in bed just whispering how much you love each other, soft giggles and the wet sounds of kisses resonating around the bedroom.
Dream's very fond of sending you short and sweet messages at random times of the day, even when you're a few inches away from him, he'll start giggling like a schoolgirl as he watches you read over his sappy message.
Quality time ā He has a lot of free time on his hands when he's not working on content, and he prefers to spend it with you and his friends, going out to restaurants and just walking around, enjoying the time he can now spend outside without worrying about anyone recognising him.
Dream likes eating out with you a lot, before his face reveal dates consisted of whatever take out was available and some shitty movie Sapnap had chosen before falling asleep on the sofa. But now they consist of some fancy restaurant of his choosing and holding your hand over the table, thumb rubbing over your knuckles and talking about whatever.
Receiving/giving gifts ā Dream LOVES spoiling you. I mean, have you seen how he acts with George? He's an unofficial sugar daddy for you both. He sees your eyes linger on some piece of jewellery or an item of clothing he thinks would look amazing on you, expect for it to appear in a little box or a bag on your bed the next day. He also goes all out on Valentine's Day, booking a table for two at a fancy restaurant and gets you a single rose, since he knows it's more meaningful than an extravagant bouquet of flowers (Don't let him fool you, he's given you many bouquets before.), and some small present he knows you'll love.
Like any other person, he likes receiving gifts, and can always count on you to get him something he will love, like a little teddy bear with a Sooners jersey one with his name on the back.
Acts of service ā Although he's not very good at it, Dream does enjoy cooking for you at times, and although he does try and make the end product look fancy, you can always tell that it's box Mac and cheese or some fancy ramen he got out of a packet, but it's the thought that counts. He also is very keen on cleaning for you when he's over at your flat, he likes helping on mundane chores like washing and drying the dishes or lifting up furniture so you can reach those pesky corners full of dust.
SAPNAP.
Physical touch ā Sap is very big on physical touch, he enjoys being close to you in any way he can, brushing his hand against the small of your back when he walks past you in the hallway, melting in your arms when you come behind him while he's on his computer and hugging him from behind, he lives for your affection.
He's also very cuddly during your down time together, needing to have you in his arms whenever he's sitting or lying down on the sofa and subconsciously gravitating towards your own body during nighttime, hands grabbing at your waist to pull you into his warmth.
Words of affirmation ā I don't see Sapnap really being in touch with his emotions until further into your relationship, so at the beginning, you'd have to be the one to initiate that type of communication with him, but he won't actively confirm his feelings until a few months into your relationship.
Once he's comfortable, he will spend hours at a time just lying in bed with you murmuring about how much he cares for you, loves you, appreciates you being with him.
He's the kind of person to ignore any previous texts you've sent him just to send out an "I love you" text and go back to ignoring you.
He does really enjoy being reassured about your love for him as well, please cup his face in your hands and tell him how much you love him.
Quality time ā Sapnap spends a lot of his time playing video games, we know that, so he doesn't really get much one on one time with you that isn't hanging out on a discord call together or having you perched up on his lap doing your own thing while he shouts obscenities at the other players.
So when you two get your time together, he makes the best of it, taking you to ridiculous places you'd never have gone to before, fancy restaurants that would inevitably end up giving you food poisoning, or just lying with you on the sofa watching a movie until George comes in and ruins it.
He honestly doesn't really care what you two do in your spare time, having your hand in his and listening to your ramble on about anything is enough for him, no matter the place or time.
Receiving/giving gifts ā Sometimes, just for shits and giggles, Sapnap just buys your entire wishlist and watches your reaction when tons of boxes arrive at your porch, laughing and snickering as you run after him to chastise him for using up so much money on you.
But he doesn't care, he has money for a reason, and he likes the sparkle in your eye whenever he gives you something or he accepts some gift from you, he just enjoys spoiling you AND being spoiled.
Acts of service ā When it comes to him, it's the little things. Standing in the corner of the kitchen waiting for you to ask him to cut or peel something, holding the Christmas decoration box while another hand lays on your back making sure you don't fall as you hang baubles on the tree, washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen after you make a meal for the both of you, brining you snacks or a proper meal when you're workingā¦ Just small things that show his affection towards you.
GEORGENOTFOUND.
Physical touch ā George is not that big on physical touch, but he won't actively run away from it when presented with a hug or a kiss from you. He's not the type of person to initiate touch out of the blue, he's the type to take it slow and move towards a nice cuddle session while taking it easy.
But when you finally get him to yourself, know that he will be putty in your hands almost immediately, head slotted in your chest and eyes drooping closed, your warm touch and soft kisses and reassurance enough to send this man to sleep.
He's also the type to roll his eyes or groan out in disgust whenever you kiss him in public or in front of his friends, but secretly gets nervous and giddy whenever he sees you lean in to press your lips to his or move your hand to grasp his.
Words of affirmation ā George isn't really good at expressing his emotions, but he does show them through other ways like his actions. That doesn't mean he won't ever say "I love you" or tell you how much he appreciates you, it's just very rare for him to actually find the words and way to express them to you.
He finds it easier to communicate those kinds of things through text, so expect a few messages written in such a way that are able to rival those 16th century love letters randomly sent throughout the day.
Quality time ā George doesn't spend much time streaming (as we all know) so he's got quite a lot of time on his hands to spend with his friends and you, whether it's just sitting next to you while you work doing his own thing or actively going out on a date or staying inside to play a game together ( he always loses but makes you think that he did on purpose ).
Also please be the one to organise dates, because although George does reservate date nights at nice restaurants or clear his schedule to take you somewhere, he will forget. You'll be in the middle of a cuddle session with him, half watching the movie, half focusing on your boyfriend's pretty face when he suddenly jumps in place, eyes wide as he shouts about a reservation he just remembered. But he tries, at least. He won't always forget your reservations, but there will be a few moments where he does act like a dumbass.
Receiving/giving gifts ā This man likes being spoiled, that's a given. See how happy he gets when Dream just takes out his credit card unasked? He's a prince who loves to be spoiled by his partner. So don't hesitate to get him something, even if it's a small thing like a scarf or a piece of jewellery you think would look good on him, he will take it and appreciate it a whole lot, even if it's the most useless thing in the world, he'll love it. It came from you, one of the people he loves the most and will treasure it as if it's the crown jewels themselves.
Acts of service ā He's quite lazy sometimes, but that doesn't mean he won't do anything for you. As stated before, he doesn't really show his love through words, so his actions are the way to show his appreciation for you. He does chores for you around the house, the dishes, cleaning up any dirty laundry he can find strewn across the floor, cooking any random shit he can find and trying his best to make it look appetising for you, etc.
But apart from those mundane chores, he also does more little things like Sapnap: helping you with your makeup or hair or clothes, trailing after you while you cook waiting to help, instantly taking over whatever task you're working on whenever you need a break, making sure you're week hydrated and rested when you spend more time than usual in front of a screen.
WILBUR SOOT.
Physical touch ā Wilburs a very touchy person as he's confirmed himself, always finding his hand wrapping around yours or resting on your shoulders, pulling your back to his chest so he can rest his chin on the crown of your head, enjoying how flustered you get whenever he pulls that kind of shit in public or around your friends.
He immediately gravitates towards you whenever you're both in the same place/room, his eyes finding yours and sending you a flashing smile before scurrying towards you just to press himself to your side, hand running over your back and busying himself with drawing on your skin; or if you're facing away from him when he finds you, he'll grab your waist from behind and watch you scream out of shock before hitting his chest, snickering as he pulls you into his arms.
Words of affirmation ā Wilbur is a fucking poet when it comes to his love for you, spending hours at a time at his desk writing sickengly sweet verses in his little notebook about you and how fucking in love he is, leaving his notes around the house just so you'll pick them up and read through them, smiling brightly whenever you bring them back to him and ask him about it. He's very open with his love, whispering soft "I love you"s into your ear at random times of the day, strumming idly in his guitar and trying to find some type of melody that fits in with all the beautiful words he's written about you. Also expect lots of compliments through text as well, a "you look breathtaking today" sent when he's across the room from you, a goofy smile on his face as he watches you read it.
Quality time ā It's the little things for Wil, like the feeling of lifting you in his arms and peppering kisses across your face the moment after a concert ends, adrenaline rushing through his veins making him more brave than usual; taking you out to bars and pubs with your friends just so you both can curl into one of the leather sofas and sip your drinks together; sitting on your bed while you scroll through your laptop as he strums on his guitar, singing softly to you or asking for your opinion on whatever riff he just came up with.
You don't really get much one-on-one dates. Let me explain. Wilbur tries his best to get a nice restaurant reservation, and when he finally gets a table, he's waiting for you to show up with a bright smile and a positive outlook on the evening, only for you to end up arriving with Tommy or James somehow tagging along with Wilbur when he leaves the office. Doesn't mean you don't have a nice time, though.
Receiving/giving gifts ā Wilburs not a big gift giver, so he doesn't really mind if you don't either, but he will appreciate it massively if you do. Get him a new guitar and his old one will be out of the window (not actually, he'd probably give it to Tommy or just mount it on the wall), or some new sweaters that look amazing on him and he'll just burn every other item of clothing he owns. He isn't one to never buy stuff for his s/o, though, you see something you like and don't think you have enough for it? He's waving his card in front of your face. Tommy comments on something he heard you say you wanted? It's showing up a few days later. Also does his best to go all out on holidays/birthdays.
Acts of service ā Wil enjoys showering with you a lot. Like just rubbing in the shampoo into your hair and playing with your locks, then leaning down so you can do the same to him? Peak acts of service for him. Also making tea for you (or coffee, but his specialty is tea) and bringing it to you on a cold night, cooking some recipe he saw online and making sure it's perfectly done so you're able to stomach it, and just doing chores around the house while you work or are busy.
Also will melt if you do small things like change his guitar strings or clean his desk while you're at his office.
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could you please do a little blurb of just taking care of wonka? Like after everything works out and heās just stressed, just taking care of him like a massage and some tea:) and maybe a smooch or two? Heās so adorable
An Evening Of Relaxation
Willy Wonka x reader
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āHmm,ā you hummed, eyes on the clock as this was his typical time of return.Ā
He, being Willy Wonka of course.Ā
Ah Willy Wonka the man who changed the fate for you along with many others. Youāve shared many memories with the man, and as youāve grown close youāve managed to capture each otherās hearts.Ā
While youāve tried multiple times to show your thanks for him in other forms, usually the plan would fail, due to unforeseen circumstances. However, today was different.Ā
With things winding down recently after a few weeks of his shop being a success, youāve noticed how strained he seems to be, or rather stressed as heās always on the go, or always finding ways to improve his next delicious treat.Ā
While you admired his work of course and all that he did, you knew, it was time for this man to take a much needed rest and he was going to take it, whether he liked it or not.Ā
Ā Knock. Knock. Knock.Ā
Ah perfect timing, you thought as you went to let Willy in.Ā
In he came not wasting a second as he didnāt bother to remove his winter clothing, āwhatās wrong? What happened?ā He asked worried, due to you leaving a message with Noddle relaying that you needed his assistance. Which of course, was a lie.
Stepping up to the man you reached up pulling his jacket off, āwhatās wrong is I have a love who deserves a night off,ā you finish with a tap of his hat before you take that off as well.Ā
Willyās lips tug a little revealing a knowing smile, āwhile I appreciate the thoughtāā
āUh, uh, uh, donāt give me that. Howās your work been at the factory?ā
He tilted his head, his lips curling down in thought, āitās been going well.ā
āExactly! So things are going well, and now itās time for a break.ā
Reaching for his hand you guide him over to the single furniture that you were currently using as a lounge couch, despite it having its various uses.
Leaving him on the couch you return a few steps away to finish preparing the tea you were making.Ā
āI know but I feel like I should work on my next big idea for chocolate.ā
āAfter everything youāve done, you deserve to reward yourself even if just for a single night. Youāve done more than enough.ā
He stayed quiet allowing you to win this argument for once.
āYou know what helps? Tea,ā you announce turning around and handing him a hot cup of his favorite tea.Ā
āThank you,ā he commends pleasantly, while taking the drink.
Smiling down at him, you nod, ānow, in your time of relaxation, what would you like to do? You want a massage? Wish to read? Anything you want, just donāt say āmake chocolate.āā
Willy chuckles for a moment before taking a sip from his tea in thought, āwhat I wantā¦is to sit here with you,ā he pats the empty spot right beside him and while fighting a sappy grin from overtaking your expression you sit snugly against him.Ā
He tilts his head down, placing a gentle peck against your head.Ā
āThis is the best reward I could ask for.ā
āAs could I,ā you add shifting around to give him a proper kiss.
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No but I'm extremely emotional about Nimona. 7ish years ago, my friend got the graphic novel at a book fair and lent it to me. I read it in one sitting during homeroom. I was barely out, had no idea I would even have a gender journey a few years later, just a baby queer just starting out with a newly made art account and a crush on the friend who lent me the book. It changed my life. Made me feel seen and inspired in a way nothing had before. It sparked my love of comics and made me want to make something as beautiful and queer and powerful as it one day. Every chance I got for the rest of middle and high school I would borrow the library copy to reread and study it.
Back then, I had no idea anyone else even knew it existed. It was near and dear to my heart, but I never talked about it because it was so obscure. Always called it my favorite book of all time, but no one knew what it was. And it didn't help that I live in the midwest and no one wanted to read a comic about gay knights and a murderous shapeshifter.
Cut to 7 years later. The movie comes out, message of queer joy stronger than ever, right as I'm embracing my nonbinary identity. It's trending at #1 on tumblr. My fanart for it is one of my most popular posts in months. I can't go 5 seconds without seeing an outpouring of love for this obscure little graphic novel that changed my life in middle school.
And I finally own my own copy.
Sorry for getting all sappy on main, idek where I was going with this, I'm just so happy that Nimona is doing as well as it is after everything. I love it so much.
#ramblies#nimona#nimona movie#nimona comic#idk nimonas just always been so personal to me#and now seeing everyone love it as much as i do. MAN
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Wednesday texting reader sappy msgs as reader had to leave and enid steals weds phone and searches it
So like Wednesday's lockscreen is reader her homescreen too
Wednesday has reader saved as some cute little thing too
Just pure fluff!!
Wednesday is secretly a simp, we all know this
you simp
Ever since you had left for break, Enid had to suffer through Wednesdayās phone going off every 20 seconds. At first she had thought it was sweet to know that she was finally getting use out of the phone you had gifted her a few months ago. She would sit there and wonder what you were both talking about considering the relationship seemed to be far more you talking, Wednesday listening.
But if she had to hear one more ding at 4am, she was going to throw the damn phone out of the window.
It was 4:30 in the morning and Enid had been listening to Wednesdayās phone vibrate since 10 last night. She wanted to sleep, it would have been easier if you two would just call on the phone like normal people. But no, you two just had to be texting the whole night because itās not like Wednesday had a roommate or anything!
She waited impatiently until Wednesday got up and went to the bathroom, foolishly leaving her phone where Enid could easily confiscate it. In her defense, the intent had not been to be nosy! It didnāt really matter to her what you were both talking about (though she would be lying if she said she wasnāt curious). All she wanted to do was hide the phone for the rest of the night so she could get a little bit of sleep.
Now, if the phone just so happened to light up when she was holding it, it was coincidental. And if the sight of you as the lock screen was enough to spark her curiosity, then she could be forgiven for being a little bit nosy. After all, the secretive, stoic Wednesday Addams had her partner as her lock screen? Her smiling partner?
The fact that there was no passcode on the phone was entirely Wednesdayās fault. It was the easiest thing in the world to unlock the phone and, what do you know, a picture of the two of you was her home screen. And Wednesday was smiling! Enid could have fainted from the surprise right then and there. Why on earth would Wednesday hide such an adorable smile. And how on earth did you manage to get a picture of it? She had to know your secrets.
The phone vibrated again, and Enid swore on her life she hadnāt meant to pry. But she saw your name pop up as āMi Amorā with a black heart beside it. How could she not look? Oh god, Enid felt herself swoon at everything she saw. Wednesday was practically waxing poetic to you with every text, getting more and more sappy as the night dragged on.
Enid felt her own cheeks getting hot at how ridiculously romantic Wednesday was. No one would have ever guessed she even had the capability for such kind words, but the amount of times she lauded you was incredible. The pet names, the poetry, the absolute love she sent you time after time. She never would have guessed Wednesday capable or even willing of such love.
Well. She was her fatherās daughter.
āWhat are you doing?ā
Oh shit. Enid nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance of Wednesday. She was standing there in the middle of the room, giving Enid a look that meant she definitely wasnāt playing around. Which Enid knew, but she never wanted to be on the receiving end of it.
āI wasnāt snooping,ā Enid defended quickly. But the phone vibrated again and Enidās eyes instantly looked down to read it before looking back up to see Wednesdayās death glare.
āYouāre dead, Sinclair,ā Wednesday threatened.
āListen,ā Enid held her hands up in surrender, āI never knew you were such a romantic.ā
Wednesday gave Enid a look. Only one. Then one big breath in, one slow exhale. That was all it took before Wednesday started after Enid. Enid let out a scream and started running, the phone still in her hands. Wednesday was going to kill her, this was how she was going to die. She typed out a message on the phone to send to you really quickly.
Your girlfriend is going to kill me, send help!
She hoped you would save her. Apparently, you were the only one who could.
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kisses and embraces
this is for @eddiediaaz based on this tiktok. itās grossly cheesy and sappy, bone apple teeth :))
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Itās a typical night.
Well, itās the new, teenager-in-house definition of a typical night, which means Eddieās crawled into bed way too early to flip through his book, Christopher holed away in his own room to talk to his friends and the living room too lonely to sit there without him, idly flipping through channels that heās not watching.
Instead, Eddie had disappeared into his own room, propping his back against the headboard and stretching his legs over the comforter.
Now, he sits here flipping through the novel, only picking up bits and pieces from the whole thing.
He thinks itās a romance novel, but hell if he could tell anyone what the plot is. All heās gotten out of it so far is that one of the main characters is a firefighter.
Must be why he picked it up, then.
His phone beeping takes him away from the book he was only pretending to read, bored out of his mind. The familiar text tone brings a smile to his face instantly, one that makes him glad heās alone so heās not embarrassed by the giddy feeling that takes over.
Eddie knows if he looked in a mirror, heād be wearing the goofiest expression known to man.
Buck: canāt sleep, can i come over?
The questions are a new thing, a product of them getting used to the new changes of their lives. Eddie just doesnāt know how to emphasize to Buck that these are the smaller things that will never change between them ā Eddie is always, always going to want Buck in his orbit, and this house feels incomplete without Buck with him.
Eddie: you donāt have to ask, you know that
Eddie: use your key, lock up when you come in.
Not even a minute after he sends the message, Eddie hears the familiar sound of the key in the lock, followed by the door closing, then two turns of the lock again to secure his whole family under the same roof for the night.
Eddie lets out a quiet, helpless sound of amusement as he hears his boyfriendās familiar tread through the house, footsteps stopping at Chrisā door with a gentle knock.
The low murmurs of their voices filter through Eddieās closed bedroom door, and he waits as patiently as he can while Buck and Chris catch up as if they hadnāt just seen each other that morning. He knows if he went to drag Buck out of his sonās room right now, Chris would give him an unimpressed look and complain that Eddie gets to see him at work and at home, and itās not fair of him to monopolize all of Buckās time for himself.
(Thatās a new word Chris learned a few weeks ago, and since then, Eddieās heard it in too many sentences ā but especially when Chris wants Buck all of himself.)
Sue him, heās feeling a little needy, and a lot grateful that Buck is here instead of all the way at his loft. And more than that, heās content that his son loves Buck just as much as Eddie does, and Buck loves Chris just the same ā though Eddie knows if he asked him, Buck would immediately say that he loves Chris more.
(More than any of that, heās glad his teenager isnāt too cool for at least one of them.)
āWhat if I had said no?ā Eddie greets as his bedroom door slides open, his shoulders relaxing at the sight of the familiar figure in the doorway.
āYou wouldnāt,ā Buck says confidently, laughing softly as he shuts the door with a quiet, finite snick.
āThen why ask? You know Iād never turn you away,ā Eddie asks, setting his book on the nightstand as he studies his boyfriend. āI donāt like it when you do that. Just come over next time.ā
He has to resist asking Buck to move in right there and then, because itās only been two weeks and he knows that they have a lot to work through before they throw all their hats in the ring. But still, nights like this, Eddie canāt help but wish Buck just lived here full-time.
Hs boyfriend looks exhausted, tight lines of tiredness around his eyes and his jaw set, even with his mouth curved up fondly. Heās even in his pajamas, a tattered pair of sweats and a worn t-shirt that definitely belongs to Eddie, which means heād tried to crash and found himself too wired to actually sleep.
āItās the polite thing to do,ā he murmurs as he sets his phone next to Eddieās before crawling onto the bed. In one deft move, he strips off his shirt, bodily parts Eddieās legs and collapses between them with a muted groan.
Eddie laughs, dropping his hands to Buckās bare back and holding him close. āRight. You, polite.ā
Buck pinches him before pressing his face into Eddieās stomach and letting out another drawn-out whine. Itās an exasperated sound, directed towards himself, and Eddie watches as Buck writhes to try and get comfortable before propping one leg up, bent at the knee, the other leg extended out behind him.
The restlessness in his boyfriend cracks a little bit of Eddieās heart, and he reaches out, laying his palms flat against the strong muscles of Buckās back. Miraculously, Buck settles under his touch. Heās pushed back enough that his foot hangs over the edge, but the way Buck sighs and calms, itās like heās never found a more comfortable position than under Eddieās hands.
He wonders when the marvel of holding him like this will fade. They only stepped into this relationship two weeks ago, but theyāve been some of the happiest two weeks of Eddieās life. Something about being with Buck makes him feel free, like heās allowed to accept all this happiness thatās come his way, and heās allowed to build the life he wants with his partner and son with it.
Of all the things theyāve gotten up to in the last two weeks ā a cauldron pot of emotion simmering over until thereās nothing but biting kisses, desperate touches and truly depraved actions that have been a long time coming ā this has to be one of Eddieās favorites.
The weight of Buck between his legs is nothing new, but it feels new when he rests his head on Eddieās lower stomach, arms thrown up around his waist to hold him tightly, as if Eddie would want to be anywhere but here.
Just him and Buck ā Buck, whoās been his partner in so many ways through the years. Itās this newfound intimacy of being romantic partners that makes everything in Eddie feel giddy, like his happiness is racing through his blood to every last inch of him, unable to be contained.
Carefully, he buries one hand in the tousled, loose curls on top of Buckās head, stroking lightly. With the other hand, he kneads his palm into the broad muscles of his back, content to stay here with his legs cradling Buck safely.
āTired, huh,ā Eddie whispers, stroking through Buckās hair as he bends a little closer, his body covering Buckās. The scent of his shampoo reaches Eddie, wrapping around Eddie with intent.
Buck simply hums, the vibrations from the sound tickling the stretch of exposed skin where Eddieās shirt has ridden up from all his shifting. It sends goosebumps prickling down Eddieās spine, a gentle warmth of Buckās affection following along when his boyfriend turns his head to press his mouth to Eddieās bare skin.
In the last two weeks, Eddieās gotten to know the definitions of Buckās kisses intimately. There are the deep, dragging ones that are full of indulgence and heat. There are the slow, muted ones that are kissing just for the sake of closeness, without any expectation of more. There are the casual ones to say hello, or goodbye.
And then there are the reassurance ones ā the ones that make it real that they have this now, after fighting for it for so long.
The kiss that Buck leaves on his skin right then is a reassurance kiss. Almost like he canāt believe that Eddieās here, holding him up as he tries to relax into sleep.
Like this, Eddie canāt bend all the way down without crushing Buck, but he can stretch forward, leaving trailblazing marks over Buckās skin.
So he does.
With one hand, he gently runs his fingers down Buckās the dip of spine, down to the waistband of his sweatpants, then back up again. He traces all the freckles and birthmarks and scars that decorate his back, connecting all the dots as his nails trace soft patterns up and down his skin.
Touching Buck is one of Eddieās indulgences, fingertips pressed to warm skin, marked by the evidence of his life. Heās touched Buck to draw out the most sinful of noises, the whimpers and gasping breaths he lets out, but heās rarely gotten the time to touch him just for the sake of touching like this.
He explores the expanse of Buckās shoulder blades, palm kneading briefly over the muscle groove before drifting to the thick muscles of his arms, then back up over his shoulders. With each pass of his fingers, a little more of the tension bleeds out of the tense set of them.
āFeels nice,ā Buck murmurs drowsily, his face still planted in Eddieās stomach. His arms tighten around Eddieās waist, the flex of his muscle drawing Eddieās gaze to the stretch of bare skin laid out in front of him. The arch of his back has to be uncomfortable, but he doesnāt say a word.
The way his spine is curved has Eddieās back twinging in sympathy, but instead of telling him anything, he hooks his feet around him, crossing his ankles to pin Buck between his knees. With one quick motion, he tugs until theyāre both laying on their sides, Buck still cradled against Eddie without having to fold his body in half in the wrong direction.
āWhatās wrong with you?ā Buck mumbles as he scoots up, tucking his face into Eddieās neck. Their legs tangle, one of Eddieās slung over his hip to keep him pressed close. Buck lets out a sinful sound of contentment and a flush breaks out on Eddieās face ā he might not want more than this right now, but heās not a saint, especially where Buckās noises are concerned.
āSue me for not wanting you to break your back,ā Eddie tells him, mouth pressed to Buckās temple. One hand is still buried in his hair, holding him tight against Eddieās body.
Buck tilts his head up, eyes so, so blue as they stare at Eddie with a plea.
Thatās another look Eddieās gotten familiar with over the past two weeks.
With a huff of amusement, Eddie tips his chin down to give Buck the kiss heās asking for, slow and syrupy. The scratch of their stubble sounds through the quiet of the bedroom, and Buck presses his gratitude and affection into Eddieās mouth in a way that only feeds the swell of his heart in his chest.
They lay there for a while, exchanging slow, soft kisses with no real end goal, no further intent. Just this very real form of intimacy that Eddie still canāt believe he has. That he doesnāt have to hold back from sharing anymore.
Itās the slow, sweeping movement of his palm to cup the back of Buckās neck, keeping him exactly where Eddie wants him as their lips slot together, coming together with startling familiarity. Itās the brief slide of their tongues together, itās the way Buckās arm hooks around Eddieās waist, itās the greedy way they sip from each otherās mouths like they canāt get enough. Itās the way Buckās palms slide under Eddieās tank top to press against his bare back, the way each kiss leaves Eddie flying high as Buckās mouth drips with the sweetest honey.
Itās the addictive pull of his partner that Eddie canāt get enough of, even when his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen ā he thinks if he could share just one breath with Buck, heād be okay.
Eddie takes Buckās plush bottom lip between his own, tugging gently before giving him one last kiss, tipping their foreheads together. Buck sighs again, his mouth slightly swollen and spit slick as his neck curves further in Eddieās palm to nuzzle their noses together.
Itās cute and a little ridiculous, and Eddie canāt stop the giggle that slips out, leaning forward to press a kiss to Buckās cheek before his boyfriend returns back to his spot in the cradle of Eddieās neck.
āWere you reading when I got here?ā Buck whispers.
Eddie shakes his head. āNah, I was just bored. Donāt even remember what was in it.ā
Buck hums again, the ticklish feeling even more pronounced against the sensitive skin of his neck. āRead to me, then.ā
Eddie lets out a surprised bark of laughter as Buckās arms tighten around him, pressed so close together. āRight now?ā
āNo time like the present,ā Buck says, and Eddie feels his lips tip up into a wide smile. āYou got somewhere else to be, Diaz?ā
Even without looking, he knows itās one of his favorite smiles ā the one with the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the deep dimple at the corner of his mouth, and the bunched-up cheeks. The one that comes out whenever Buck teases him.
Maybe Eddieās not the only one who feels needy tonight.
He stretches forward, grabbing the paperback off the nightstand and flipping it open to the first chapter. His voice is still quiet, a thing for only him and Buck to share, but he feels Buck begin to relax further in the circle of his arms as Eddie reads over his shoulder, and he thinks that maybe this is enough.
Heās not even halfway through the chapter when Buckās soft snores reach his ears, his weight having gone slack in Eddieās arms.
Quietly closing the book, Eddie reaches forward to turn off the lamp, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and closing his eyes. His hand starts up a pattern of smoothing up and down Buckās spine, the repetitive motion lulling him towards slumber, too.
āI love you,ā he breathes out against Buckās skin drowsily, his words lost in the close-cropped hair at his temple.
Where heād thought Buck was asleep, there are three slow taps on his spine, a silent, sleepy affirmation of him hearing Eddie.
The action makes Eddieās heart swell five times too big for his chest, tired tears pushing at the back of his eyes, and he presses his lips to Buckās head to hide the emotional sound that threatens to scrape out of his throat.
Buck holds him tighter as he shifts in his sleep, legs still tangled together, and with the warmth of his boyfriend wrapped around him, Eddie dozes off.
(The next morning, Eddie asks Buck if the book was really that boring, and Buck teases him about reading cheesy romance novels.
Chris walks in and finds them arguing about the merits of a good romance novel, and true to it, he rolls his eyes, grabs one of the waffles Buckās made, and walks out without a second glance.
Eddie watches him go, then turns back to Buck with another argument on his tongue, only for Buck to kiss it off his lips, claiming that he could romance Eddie better.
Heās right but for the sake of argument, Eddie raises an eyebrow in challenge anyway, enjoying the determined glint in his boyfriendās eyes.
And the world keeps spinning.)
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The Anniversary (18+)
Pairing: Randy Orton x OC(Ola Kaminski)
Randy and Ola had been doing this dance for years at this point but, now it was time for the finale.
Where I found the GIF
Tags: @alyyaanna, @jeysbvck, @daddywrasslin
Randy sighed as he glanced at his phone again while he waited for the food. Still no response. He knew that today was going to be rough but he hoped for at least a text back. He furrowed his brows slightly, he hated when she isolated like this. She had enough friends where she didnāt need to. He thanked the lady when she brought him his food before driving back to the arena where the buses were. Sarah apparently couldnāt get ahold of her either, hell of a time for her to have to commentate for Smackdown. And also a warning that if he made Ola upset at all, Sarah would kill him. He walked up to the door of Olaās bus, knocking on it.
Ola was currently buried in a pile of blankets while some sappy romance movie played on the TV. She had tossed her phone, somewhere, after reading the messages from Sarah and Randy. Sarah, of course, was worried about her and Randy had asked about going for dinner. She simply didnāt answer either of the messages. She didnāt want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Ola just wanted to wallow in her sadness in peace. She frowned as she couldāve sworn she heard a knock on her door. She paused the movie, slowly sitting up before getting up completely when she heard a knock again. She walked to the door, opening it before raising her brow in confusion.
Ola crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe,
āRandyā¦.why are you here?ā
Randy took in her appearance, she definitely had been crying and clearly wasnāt even entertaining the idea of leaving her bus considering her shorts and cropped tank top,
āYou never answered me. So,ā He held up the bag of food, āI brought your favorite?ā She blinked in surprise before a small smile appeared on her lips and shook her head.
āFine, only because thatās one of my all time favorite chinese food places.ā She stepped aside, motioning for him to come inside. Randy followed her in, shutting the door before setting the food on the table.Ā
āIāll be right back..ā Ola disappeared to her bedroom while he set their food out and grabbed utensils. She came back out, pulling her hair into a ponytail,
āYou want wine? Cause I could go for someā¦.I know, not a great combination with our food.ā She brushed by him, to grab the wine and one glass, pausing for his answer.
Randy shrugged, he was already here, why not?
āSure, not the weirdest weāve ever had.ā He smirked a bit as she rolled her eyes and opened the wine, filling the glasses. āDonāt remind me.ā He laughed slightly as he took a survey of the main sitting room before sitting at his chair. She had not planned to move today at all huh.Ā
Randy glanced at the tv, before pointing at it with a fork, āItās really that badā¦?ā The movie Ola had on the tv was terrible. She scrunched her nose at him as she took a few bites of her food and sip of wine.
āItās just the anniversary of when the guy who supposedly loved me decided to just dump me out of the blue and leave the company? Yeah, Iām still a little hurt, Randy.ā She paused and looked at him before looking back at her food.Ā
Randy watched her as he ate and frowned, alright, true. He couldnāt blame her. The way Cody had ended their relationship had been shitty. All because Ola refused to leave WWE, not after she was finally getting a push and accusing her of having something with him. That something being that apparently everyone thought Ola and Randy were dating because of their natural chemistry. Heād be lying if he said he didnāt want that to be true. Heād been harboring some type of feelings for the tiny blonde and pink haired woman for years now but Cody had beat him to the punch. So he pushed it down and away, he had been happy for them, truly. However, he had seen red when Ola had come to Sarahās room sobbing with her bags and trying to explain what happened. It took the others to stop him and Sarah from knocking sense into Cody.
They ate silently for awhile,
āDid you at least tell Sarah you were okay? She was messaging me all day, asking questions.ā That got a small smile from the tiny woman. āI did answer her shortly before you knocked, yes. So she knows that Iām not dead.ā He nodded and drank more wine as he sat back, studying her.Ā
While she was distracted eating, he ran his eyes over her form. Damn it, even like this she was stunning. It wasnāt helping that her crop top clung perfectly to her chest and the shorts she had on, could count as a second skin. He took another drink of wine and looked away with a small shake of his head, maybe coming was a mistake.
Ola took a drink before sitting back and looked down,Ā
āThank youā¦.for this and coming over.ā She rubbed her arm with her hand, āI know how I get and just, ā She looked up at him, a warm smile on her lips, āI appreciate it.āĀ
He stared at her for a second before laughing a little, āI donāt think you need to thank me.ā He shook his head and leaned on his elbow, āIād be a shitty friend if I didnāt try something.ā She snorted before she laughed softly,Ā
āFine, fineā¦ā Ola shook her head as she stood, starting to clean up the food containers. Randy followed suit and helped her put the leftovers away, before filling their glasses again.Ā
Ola paused and leaned on the counter, scratching the back of her head,
āHeyā¦.Randy..?ā
He was moving to her couch, setting their glasses on the side table before raising a brow as he looked at her, āYeah, whatās up?ā
She played with the end of her ponytail as she walked to stand in front of him. God she hated how small she was compared to him. Her 5ā2ā frame looked comically small next to his giant 6ā5ā frame. She hadnāt initially noticed how tight his shirt was but now it was hard to miss. The pants he was wearing looked great on him too. She bit her lip,
āI know this is a big ask but ... .would you mind staying the night hereā¦? Now that youāre here, I donāt want to be alone again.ā She glanced up at him, this shouldn't be embarrassing but for whatever reason it was.Ā
Randy stared down at her, swallowing as he watched her. Fuck she was so fucking small. He cleared his throat again before smiling,
āNot a big ask at all, Ola. I donāt mind crashing here.ā She beamed up at him and wrapped her arms around him, well the best she could,
āI really appreciate itā¦.ā He carefully put his arms around her and rolled his eyes a bit,Ā
āOla youāve known me for how longā¦? Weāre watching a less shitty movie thoughā Her smile turned sheepish as he pulled away and sat down on her couch, grabbing the remote. She huffed softly at him, grabbing her wine and sat beside him as she took a drink.
Randy decided on some action movie, it wasnāt bad but it wasnāt good either.Ā
āIām not going to complain about that. This movie was actually the worst.ā
Over the course of the movie, they had both finished their wine. Ola was pleasantly loose and had snuggled close to Randy out of habit. It wasnāt unusual for them, though to others, maybe it did look suspicious. She hummed softly as he stretched his arm over her shoulders, tucking her close. The man was a walking furnace, and she was grateful since she was always freezing. She paused and studied his features as the flashing from the movie made different features stand out. He was really handsome, especially when he was relaxed. He glanced at her, smirking a bit,
āI know I'm good looking and all but, a picture will last longer. Donāt you have enough of them around hereā¦?āĀ
Ola rolled her eyes and smacked his chest,
āFucking hilarious, you come up that yourself?ā Which just made the larger man laugh as Ola turned to the movie, watching the screen.
Now it was Randyās turn to stare. It was bad enough that she was pressed to his side and he could smell her shampoo and perfume. He was internally grateful of the blanket over him, the pants he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. He swallowed as he looked her over againā¦fuck. He shouldnāt have done that. Of course, it was chilly in here and thatās why she was pressed against his side. She wasnāt wearing a braā¦.of course not. She was lounging alone for hours. His throat suddenly felt dry and the room suddenly was stifling.Ā
As if on queue, Ola looked back at him with a puzzled face,Ā
āYou alrightā¦? You donāt look okayā She took her hand and brushed it against his forehead as she frowned and leaned closer to him slightly.Ā
Randy swallowed harshly again as he watched her lean in and felt her fingers brush his skin. He leaned forward himself slightly, realizing how little space was left between them. He had a decision to make finally. He slowly took her wrist and pulled it away from him, which just confused Ola more,
ļæ½ļæ½Randyā¦whatā¦?ā His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back again and now it was Olaās turn to swallow roughly.
She watched his eyes and bit her lip. Was today when, whatever, had been brewing between them over the years finally boiled over?
She flicked her eyes to his and back to his lips.Ā
That was all the confirmation he needed. Randy pressed his lips to hers and groaned as she threw her arm around his neck. Ola groaned softly into the kiss as she pressed herself closer to him as he pulled away. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, dragging his gaze over her body. She shuddered in response, shifting her hips and using her hands to steady herself on his chest. She knew she was flushed and it only darkened as she felt him below her. Her head was fuzzy and she flexed her fingers against his chest. Holy shit.
Randy kneaded her hipster before pulling her in for another kiss. This one was more desperate, hungry. He wanted to devour her, make her his. Ola gasped as he slid his hands to her ass and pulled her against himself. She moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her hand slid to the back of his head and her other one fisted his shirt in her hand. Olaās senses were being assaulted. He was so much. So bigā¦everywhere. She could feel his hard cock strainingĀ against his pants where she sat. She gently rolled her hips against him and Randy growled into her mouth. He pulled back, kissing down her neck,
āDo that againā¦ā He breathed as he gripped her hips harder, there would definitely be bruises but she didn't care. She did as she was told and rolled her hips once more, making herself gasp as he growled against her neck. He trailed one hand up her stomach, reveling in the way her muscles twitched under his touch. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, until a spot made her inhale through her nose. Randy smirked against her skin and sucked the skin there, a bruise already forming, while his hand traveled up and cupped her breast. She whined softly, arching into his touch as he ran his thumb over her nipple through her shirt.
Ola tugged at Randyās shirt when she whined,Ā
āThis needs to come offā¦ā Randy smirked but complied as Ola leaned back enough for him to toss the shirt aside. She smirked slightly and ran her hands up his stomach, scraping her nails against his skin. She reveled the goosebumps that trailed behind her nails. He groaned in his chest,
āHold on to me..ā Ola squeaked and clung to him as he stood up, making his way to her bedroom. He pushed the door open, quickly kicking it shut behind him. He plopped her down on her bed, making her gasp softly. Randy covered her form with his body, kissing up her stomach. She hooked her legs around him as he kissed up her neck. With his hand, he cupped one of her breasts, kneading it, and making her shudder. Randy played with the hem of the shirt, Ola took the hint and arched her back so he could pull it off. It went flying into the darkness of the room.Ā
She met the kiss with a ferocity. Olaās nails dug into his bicep and back as they fought for dominance. He pulled back with a groan as she nipped his lower lip, her fangs catching as they pulled apart. Her eyes met his, the pupils blown, and she swallowed roughly as he licked the blood from his lip.
āHoly shitā¦ā He breathed before he groaned out loudly as he cupped both of her breasts, swiping her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned and arched into the touch. Taking the hint he bent his head down, taking one of the nipples into his mouth and sucking. Ola gasped loudly, tightening her legs around him and involuntarily bucking her hips against him. Randy growled while he sucked, his other hand moving to her hip to steady her as he rolled his hips against her. She groaned as one hand trailed down his arm, gripping his bicep and her other hand shot to the back of his head as she met the roll of his hips. He let go of her nipple with a wet popping sound as he met her lips in a hungry kiss.Ā
āOh princessā¦.we can play that way.ā
She opened her mouth to say something but he left a trail of kisses and sucked bruises down her neck and chest before he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it. Ola let out a squeaking noise before she grabbed the back of his head,
āMore, fuck, m-more..ā He flicked his eyes up to her before popping off her nipple. He held her close suddenly and flipped them. He kissed her as he sat them both up and helped her re-adjust so she was straddling one of his thighs, She steadied herself and looked up through her lashes at him as he smirked.
Randy kissed under her ear before nipping her earlobe,
āI want to watch you fall apart on my thigh.ā He whispered in her ear. She bit her lip but wrapped her arms around his neck as he set his hands on her hips. She set a slow pace, rolling her hips against his muscular thigh. She gasped softly and her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed across her neck.
āEyes open..ā Ola groaned but opened her eyes to look at him, which made him smirk. As she quickened her pace, one of his hands remained on her hip to keep her steady while the other roamed up her back, thighs, any exposed skin before ending back at her breast. He lowered his head to a nipple again while the other tugged at her other nipple.Ā
Olaās brain felt like molasses, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion but the sensations were making her whole body burn. She knew she sounded like a whiny mess as he continued his menstrations as she bucked faster and harder against his thigh. It had been too long, far too long, and she was being devoured by him. Her moans started to get breathier as she felt that band in her lower stomach tighten and burn red hot,
āF-fuck, ā She whined out loudly when he nipped her nipple, āIāmā¦fuck, so c-close..ā She couldāve sworn there was a glint in his eyes at that. She knew her nails would leave marks as she clawed at his shoulder and bicep as she neared her edge.
āCome for me princess,ā He kissed up the center of her chest.Ā
That was all she needed.
Olaās eyes rolled back as a broken gasping moan left her lips as her orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. She slowed her hips as she rode it out, reveling in how she could feel his muscles contract in his thigh. Her whole body was buzzing and every nerve felt like it was on hyperdrive as she leaned back, panting and looking up at the ceiling.
Randy growled lowly as he watched her ride out her orgasm. He thought she couldnāt get more beautiful, he was wrong. He held her upright so she didnāt fall back as the high of her orgasm wore off. She looked back at him, with a dopey smile,Ā
āHoly shitā¦ā He smirked before he kissed her again, before she pushed him back on the bed. She stared at him and ran her hands down his chest and stomach, digging her nails in and leaving a trail of red. She hummed softly before she looked at him and crawled off his lap. He leaned up to watch her with a raised brow. She smirked as she slowly, painfully slowly, dragged her shorts and panties down her hips.
Randy had to hold back a groan as he watched and he could swear he could see a sheen on her panties from her previous orgasm.
āFigured I donāt need those anymoreā¦ā She walked slowly back to him, before resting her hands on his thighs, running them up to the waistband of his pants. She teasingly played with the band, snapping it against him a few times before she slowly slid his pants down his thighs and groaned in her throat. She wasnāt expecting that. All the years she roomed with the man, she never knew he went commando. She bit her lip as his cock slapped against his stomach. She also wasnāt expecting the size, well, she had an idea. The man used to talk a big game and honestly with his size sheād be shocked otherwise.
Randy watched her, completely hypnotized by the events unfolding in front of him. Had he ever thought that heād actually be in this position? Younger, cockier him absolutely thought so but him now, not even slightly. He had gotten content in their relationship as it was. He kicked his pants away, a cocky smirk crossing his lips as Ola looked stunned. His ego was still there, he couldnāt help it. He watched as she took him in her hand, using her thumb to press on the underside as she pumped him slowly,
āThereās no way in hell this is fitting in meā¦ā She muttered, her cheeks flushing red as she looked at him. Randyās eyes involuntarily fluttered as she used her thumb to swipe over the head of his cock. He gently grabbed her wrist as she shot him a confused look. Slowly, he stood up before scooping her back up. She gasped and clung to him as he pinned her to the bed. She locked her legs around him the best she could as they both groaned and bucked against each other. He panted against her neck,Ā
āOh, Iām going to make it fitā¦ā he ran his tongue over her skin, āShit, i need to be in you.ā She scratched the back of his head as she moaned softly,Ā
āThen what are you waiting for?āĀ
Randy growled as he pulled back, he grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times. He slid the head of his cock against her slit, gathering the slick from her previous orgasm on the head. She whimpered when he stroked against her clit before he aligned with her hole. He looked down at her as she bit her lip as he pressed the head of his cock into her. Both of them let out a loud groan in unison. Watching her expressions as she gripped the blanket beneath her as he continued to push into her. He swallowed as he kept himself from slamming home. He wanted nothing more than to push himself all the way into her tight cunt and fold her in half, claiming her for himself. But the rational part of his brain kept it slow.
Olaās hips arched as Randy pushed farther in. He was fucking huge. Or she was really tiny. Or most likely both. She screwed her eyes shut as she focused on feeling every inch of his cock as it entered her. She heard him growl as she involuntarily clenched around him as he filled her. She couldn't help itā¦it had been awhile and the way he filled her. Randy tapped her thigh,
āI said, eyes open princess. Don't close them again.ā She groaned but pried open her eyes again. She was met with a smirk and a glint in his blue eyes, āgood girl.ā Ola clenched around him again at that and that just made the man's smirk grow. Shit.Ā
Randy leaned down and nipped her earlobe, āDoes my princess like to be praised?ā He let out a chuckle, deep in his throat as he heard her swallow. Randy pressed kisses along her neck,
āYou're taking me so fucking well. I knew I could fit in your tight cuntā¦ā he hissed as she clenched on his cock again and seemingly pulled him in more. āYou're so hungry for me aren't you?ā He laughed against her skin and she let out a squeaking noise, avoiding his gaze. He leaned back, running his hands down her body before grabbing her hips and looking over her form. Fuck he never thought he'd have her like this.Ā
Randy rolled his hips experimentally, earning a gasp from Ola and he smirked. He set a steady pace, learning the rhythms of her body as he explored her chest with his mouth. Ola let out little gasps when he grazed that spot in her. She grabbed his face and brought him up for a sloppy his as she panted against his lips,
āRandyā¦.ā She slip her thumb over his lower lip, āfuck me like you own me.ā
Randy's brain blue screened moment at that. Was she serious? He stared at her and that was the confirmation he needed. He leaned back, folding her legs to her chest,Ā
āYou asked for this.āĀ
Randy set a brutal pace as he held her ankles, keeping her in place. He revealed the broken whines and moans that left her throat, the way she clenched around him and the way her cunt seemingly sucked him in deeper. And the way her chest bounced with each thrust. He groaned loudly before leaning down again, pulling her close to him. He needed to feel more of her. He needs to devour her.
Ola's eyes rolled as he pressed close, the angle perfectly hitting that spot inside her. She clawed at his back, shoulders and arms, knowing damn well that there would be marks tomorrow.Ā
The room was filled with the filthy sounds of sex. Randy's growling and groaning, Ola's whining and moaning and the wet slap of skin on skin.
She clung to him tighter as her moans grew louder in his ear, āI'mā¦shitā¦Randy I'm so closeā¦ā he groaned as she tightened around him again, he slid a hand between them, finding her clit. She gasped and arched into him more as he rubbed her clit with his thrusts. The heat popped in her belly as he grabbed his face and kissed him, sloppily, moaning huskily against his lips as her second orgasm of the night crashed into her.
Randy panted against her lips and he tightened his hold on her, his thrusts getting sloppy as he rode her through her orgasm. He buried his face against her neck and let out a growly moan as he buried himself deep and came inside her, rolling his hips slowly as he rode out his own orgasm. They both slumped down, breathing heavy as Ola skated her nails over Randy's back as they caught their breath. She smirked as he sat up on his forearms and looked at her, a sheepish smile on his lips,
āHow are you feeling?ā Ola snorted and kissed his nose,Ā
āYou moron, I feel great. I'll be sore as all hell tomorrow but it's worth it.ā She kissed him gently as he slowly pulled out of her, making her whimper at the loss of the fullness feeling. He leaned back slightly and groaned in his chest watching their combined fluids leak from her. He took two fingers, scooping it up and pushing it back into her making her whimper slightly,
āIt stays in there.āĀ
Carefully, he scooped her up and walked to the bathroom, setting her down gently as she used the counter as support. She gasped when she looked in the mirror while he got the shower ready. She trailed her fingers over the bite marks on her skin and shook her head. She was so glad she didn't need to be on tv for a few days,Ā
āWhat the fuck Randal?ā He chuckled at that and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing under her ear,
āSorry, I couldn't help myself.ā He laughed as she slapped his arms and muttered āunbelievableā under her breath as she broke away and into the shower. He chuckled as he examined the damage she had done to him, oh yeah, her nails had done a number on him. He stared at the claw like marks down his back and smirked,
āAnd you yelled at me.ā Which earned her tossing a wet washcloth at his head,
āJust get in here you idiot.ā He laughed loudly but complied.
#randy orton#rko outta nowhere#randy orton x oc#oc x randy orton#wwe x oc#oc x wwe#oc: ola kaminski#wwe
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Surprise!
Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (Little Duck AUš„š)
Summary: The story of finding out you were pregnant with Arlie Mae and the excitement Chris had knowing his biggest dream was coming true; he was going to be a father
Warnings: pregnancy and baby talks (if thatās a warning lol) very fluffy, Chris cries, cause letās be honest he will cry, just overall sweet
A/N: I wanted to start from the beginning where Momma and Chris found out they were expecting, itās just a very cute little pregnancy reveal, I get all sappy imagining what his reaction would be to finding out he was going to be a dad, so here it is, Iām sorry if itās a little short, Iām still not feeling the best<3
Word Count: 656
Seeing the two bold lines staring back at you on the pregnancy test that sat on the counter stopped your heart for a few seconds before tears filled your eyes. This was something you and Chris had been dreaming for since you got married two years ago, and you couldnāt believe it was finally becoming a reality.Ā
When you pulled it together a few minutes later you started to think about how you were going to tell Chris. You didnāt want to be super sappy, but you ended up taking inspiration from something youād seen on Instagram. Of course, you wanted to include dodger in the announcement, so you set off to gather everything you needed to make this announcement. You went to Target and then a local craft store to get the rest of your supplies before hiding in your shared bedroom to get to work.Ā
You picked up a few onesies that were newborn size, and got a chalkboard that you wrote on, the message saying āevery dog, needs a babyā¦āĀ written across it, it was cute and straight to the point. Youād add the positive test to the rest of your supplies when Chris got home.Ā
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It was around 3:30 in the afternoon when you heard Chrisās Audi lock outside, the door opening and closing as well as the happy barks coming from Dodger as his favourite person walked through the door. It was quiet for a few short minutes before you heard Chris call for you
āHoney?ā
āUpstairs baby!ā
You were sitting behind your little baby set up, nerves suddenly pulling at your chest as his footsteps got closer and closer. You knew heād be excited but there was still the tiniest part of you that remained nervous.
āThere you are, how was-ā
He froze eyes looking down to read the sign and you watched his eyes fill with tears, yours following suitĀ
āShut the fuck upā¦ā
You let out a tearful laughĀ
āAre you jokingā¦? Please tell me youāre not joking baby pleaseā¦āĀ
āIām not joking honeyā¦itās very realā
You wiped your cheeks with the backs of your hands before Chris made it to you, pulling you into his chest, his head falling to the crook of your neck, your t-shirt dampening as he cried, happy tears of course. Your hands rubbing up and down his back soothingly, soon enough he pulled away to hold your face in his hands and press his lips to yours firmly. Pouring all of his love and excitement into the kiss, you couldnāt help the smile that broke outĀ
āWeāre having a baby?ā
āWeāre having a baby my love...ā
His hands moved to rest on your stomach as he shook his head in disbelief before laughing
āI canāt fucking believe it, oh my godā¦Iāve gotta tell my mom!āĀ
Your laughter filled the room before gently taking Chrisās face in your hands, smiling at himĀ
āI love you, and I love your excitement, but can we wait until after the first ultrasound? I want to make sure everything is healthyā¦ā
Chris nodded quickly his brows furrowing in concentration
āYouāre right, yeah no we can do that, Iām getting ahead of myself, I love you too babyā
āI donāt mind honey, youāre just excited! As soon as we know everything is healthy, you can go crazy and tell whoever you want, deal?ā
āDeal.āĀ
The rest of the night was filled with lots of hugs, kisses, and excitement for the future of your family that was now growing to bring life to what youād eventually find out would be your daughter Arlie. Chris was so excited heād already started to look at nursery inspiration, the best midwifes in the Boston area, and of course ordering all the parenting books he could think of. He was more than ready to become a father, and thereās no one else in the world youād want to be a parent with.Ā
#chris evans x arlie mae#chris evans x little duckšš„#chris evans x momma evans#chris evans x reader#chris evans x wife!reader#chris evans x fluff#chris evans x female reader#rueswrites#chris evans x pregnant!reader#chris evans imagine#chris evans fic#chris evans fluff
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in light of gojo's unsealing, ive thought about diff cute scenarios
gojo being the type of person to get his mate's phone and snap hundreds of pictures of his face
this would probably never happen given gojo's privacy when it comes to his marriage but in a different world i can see this happening Gojo naming his alpha as "mochi seller' on his phone and Itadori seeing the message pop out from the lock screen and accidentally somewhat outing gojo's rs when he asks him in front of the other students why the mochi seller sent an ily message
the tender moments where gojo lets his infinity down or lets his alpha inside his infinity and he gets to relish in the warmth of their skin
the sappy things gojo's alpha has to sometimes do whenever gojo gets too rowdy and they need to placate him for whatever reason (re: alpha reading a map together with nanami scenario)
gojo sending his alpha a picture of two rocks by the sidewalk with the caption: 'us'
gojo asking his alpha if they would still love him if he was a worm and the alpha saying: "no<33"
Awww! These were really cute anon! Very happy ending which I feel like we're going to need a lot of in the coming weeks...
(Also I ran with it but why is their name "mochi seller" haha)
[Ao3 link for those who prefer chapters]
ā¬ Photomaton
"Device storage insufficient, please move or delete files to make room?" you read, nonplussed.
Nobara sighed. "Sensei, I showed you how to do that weeks ago."
"I did do it." You frowned, opening up your files. Why were there so many pictures...
Nobara rolled her eyes at you and beat a hasty retreat when your hand went to your mouth as your face went warm.
There were rows and rows of photos, none of which you had taken.
Most of them were selfies, but some of them were obviously the result of Satoru propping the phone up and attempting to pose for the camera.
He must have been swiping your phone every time you left it sitting out or went to sleep. He didn't rest much, but there were so many, more probably than you'd been able to take in the last five years.
There wasn't much thought for such things when you only saw one another a handful of days every month. The focus had gone to managing the present, not on taking pictures. You'd only really thought to regret it after that terrible Halloween, when you worried you'd never see him again.
Some of the photos framed Satoru inside one of your homes. Others were almost ugly shots, taken way too close, or blurred with motion artifact. There were pictures of him haloed in the night glow of streetlights or washed out in the halogen light of a konbini. There were those made grainy with low light and some that took your breath away because he was nice looking.
Furtively, you looked up but were alone and you silently thanked your student's exasperated impatience. A few of the photos showed just too much skin to be exactly proper.
You thumbed down. The pictures were a story all their own revealing some of what Satoru did when alone and you savored the honesty. You had to keep apart from one another for so long.
The last thing in the camera roll was a video.
It opened with the shuffling sounds and the wobbling display of someone walking. Satoru wound around furniture in the darkened interior of your apartment.
"I'm home. You're asleep right now," he said lowly, "probably won't be later. I don't know how most people can sleep so much." He spoke half to himself, the deep night laying over his words like velvet.
There was the sound of the door to the little balcony opening and then the faint tinkle of the glass bells hanging from the eaves.
"Must be nice," he mused, "you get to miss a lot."
The image on the screen steadied as he rested your phone on the rail. The familiar view of the city resolved as faint golden starbursts of light. The rustling of Satoru's clothing faded until all you could hear was the faint rush of night wind and his breathing.
The video went on for over a quarter of an hour. You scrolled your fingers across the screen. He didn't move, the picture stayed the same. You leaned against a wall and listened to the last few moments, your heartbeat low and slow, your breath in sync with his from some time both here and long ago.
Satoru spoke, amused over the night-sounds:
"Don't delete this. I'll know."
ā¬ Daifuku
"Good job," Gojo congratulated his dust-stained students as the veil fell.
Maki and Toge glared while Yuuji gave him a tired thumbs up from where he was laying on the ground.
"Dinner is on me tonight." Gojo ignored their halfhearted grumbling. "Decide where you want to go."
He anticipated a larger than normal ding to his wallet, but they'd earned it (and it wasn't as though he couldn't afford it). Beating this curse was no minor feat and it had been a particularly crafty one, which was why Gojo had gone with them just in case.
The students made noises of acknowledgement with varying levels of anticipation, but to no one's surprise, Yuuji was the first to roll over and dig around for his phone.
He tapped the screen and groaned.
"Sensei, mine's dead. Can I use yours?"
Gojo unlocked it and passed it over without a thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, the kids could figure this out without his interference for once.
"Um, Gojo-sensei?"
"Hm?"
"Why is a "mochi seller" reminding you to stop at the pharmacy and sending you heart emojis?"
With uncanny synchrony, Maki and Toge's heads turned to look at their teacher.
The phone in Yuuji's hand buzzed faintly.
"I love you?" he read, sounding alarmed.
Toge's eyes went a bit wide but a grin that curled a bit too much at the edges and showed teeth took over Maki's face.
"Text back," she said, scrambling to her feet.
With all her quickness, she swooped in and snatched the phone when Yuuji hesitated.
The phone buzzed once more.
"I'll be home by 8:30, probably," she read.
Gojo took advantage of Maki's triumphant look to slip the device from her grip.
"I knew it!" she pointed at him. "I knew you were hiding something."
"Grown ups hide lots of things," he replied blithely. He was confident none of the students could tell that moment had been more like someone walking over his grave.
It was not as though he intended to hide his relationship with you. Hide implied shame, concealment on the other hand had been security and was harder to let go of. There would come a moment when the kids prised the truth from him. He was not about to have that moment with his kids now, or hopefully ever, because they accidentally read his texts out loud.
Maki reached for his phone and he easily tipped out of her way, walking off and heading towards a neighborhood he knew (and the students did not) had a lot of very good restaurants.
He was silently very thankful when the implied threat of no food at all distracted the students. Or at least had Yuuji barreling past Maki and kindly dropping the matter in favor of promising to "only look at the map this time, was there a good katsudon place nearby?"
ā¬ Goose Down
Satoru spotted you hunched over a rail with your umbrella open overhead, held in the crook of your elbow.
He could tell from the set of your shoulders that the summer sun was getting to you, despite the cursed tool taking a majority of the pressure off.
Your energy was butter yellow and burnt red and lithium pink, mixing slowly around your body as you slowly cycled power into the umbrella and the short sword held loosely in your hands.
Satoru ducked around a corner and took a peak at your face. Your eyes were closed.
Smirking quietly to himself, he crept around, Infinity a barrier between himself and the world. For just a little longer...
You jumped when he dropped it, nearly dropping your sword and automatically holding the umbrella high enough for him to fit under it.
"Hah-"
"Speechless?"
You gaped at him, mouth hanging open.
He nodded as if you'd just confirmed it. "This is what they don't tell you about marriage. Making someone's heart race is important even after the wedding. We'll probably be together forever at this rate."
You mouth closed and then went a little wobbly.
"It's hot," you finally said, miserably. "And it's too sunny."
He couldn't hold back his laughter as he stepped closer and folded himself around you. Your scent tingled pleasantly in his nose and your skin was warm from both heat and light, like a sun-warmed blanket.
"Oh," you said faintly, "you're cool," and you all but melted against him.
"You could just go inside," Satoru said. "I sent the students off on an adventure. We wouldn't be bothered."
"That sounds nice," you murmured, but didn't make any move away from him.
He didn't either. He didn't feel much like letting go yet.
ā¬ Orange Kazoo
Sometimes, you reminded yourself through your already strained patience, Satoru just needed to be left alone to make noise.
For a moment, you considered begging him for just a little peace, but you knew he was doing this for your benefit. Shibata Kin was a difficult pill to swallow.
"I never expected anyone to send Six Eyes to join us."
It was the weakest and most recent of Shibata's barbs. The oily way he said it and the implication that anyone would dare to subordinate Satoru to this boot licker rankled.
Satoru crinkled the package extra loud on a bit of melon bread and smiled. "I was in the neighborhood."
He took a bite, chewed and swallowed while you flipped through the mission report on a clipboard.
You sighed, exhaling your worry, and handed it back. "Let's go then. It looks like all the victims disappeared from the same place so we should start there."
That place was a building that straddled a moderately busy subway station and stacked part of a shopping mall, a cluster of private clinics, and a cram school all on top of each other.
Satoru trailed behind through the store, stopping at kiosks and chatting with saleswomen, picking up and putting down objects.
You could feel Shibata's irritation transform into something far less internal as he turned to you.
"He's like a child," he remarked coolly. "Sure we shouldn't just ditch him? The curse doesn't sound that hard to deal with since I've got you."
When you ignored him, he kept talking.
"He shouldn't even be here," the man drawled.
You shrugged. "Well he is."
Shibata sourly appeared to swallow whatever else he wanted to say. You turned around to see where Satoru had gone to. The thought of being stuck with the bitter other sorcerer was worse than waiting for them to pick their bickering back up.
He waved a stuffed cat in sunglasses at you and nodded eager agreement when you pointed out a cute little sparrow holding an umbrella on a shelf behind him. Sometimes, it was best to just humor Satoru and play along.
When you turned back, Shibata Kin was gone.
Since you were all concealing your residuals from the curse you expected was in the building, you had no idea where he went.
You looked over your shoulder. Satoru was gone too.
Well.
You tapped your fingers over your pocket and then decided to let them go. Satoru always seemed to know where to find you and Shibata had called you here as backup. You should probably go kill what you were looking for before it nibbled on him.
Many fewer curses than you expected lingered in the shopping mall. They were bizarre places with as many secret passageways as an ancient castle. Away from the popular shops and crowds, it quickly grew quiet and the bright gleam of displays gave way to more neglected halls.
On your way, you passed a small bank of capsule machines. You crouched down, and smiled faintly to yourself. Abandoned in the furthest reach of the shopping mall, almost near to where a service entrance lead to another stretch of winding halls and tunnels, the items here were both ancient (by city standards) and ridiculous.
Packages of candy that still held their shine but were likely far past their expiration date sat beside tiny figurines of a frog-shaped toddler in a little red hat. You grimaced back at those and moved on.
Near the end of the row was a machine that sold tiny musical instruments, plastic and paper and probably terrible sounding, but it wasn't expired food or frog children. You stuck a few coins into the slot and turned the dial.
An acid green ball spat out from the slot.
You picked at the latches on its side while you found your way further and further into the little used corridors.
There was a flash of something, like a burst of camera illumination from behind a door on your right.
You slipped through it, pulling your blade free from its sheath at the small of your back, and emerged into a tunnel that looked to be connecting to the nearby subway station. Not far ahead, the darkened path split into two.
You flipped the sword around so its blunt edge rested against your forearm and sprinted, dashing across the intersection.
A blur of motion came at you. As it grazed by, you snatched at that movement and sprang into the air, high enough to crouch on the ceiling of the tunnel.
The curse was a near perfect twin of the one a little ways down the way the attack had come, which should have maybe been your first hint. The one that had come at you was grinning, its face a rictus mockery of a theater mask.
They both sat, crouched like toads. You feinted toward the one that had come towards you, and at the last minute flew down to the other, its mouth bent in a painted looking frown.
It backed up in surprise, but not far enough and your blade nicked through the face, which was hard like dense wood. The air around your other hand shimmered in heat, as you struck for the thing's cavernous eyes.
It emitted a furious, scolding gurgle that almost reminded you of some of the window teachers from high school, and swallowed the burst of heat before it could crackled around it into full flame.
You hardly had time to reinforce your body with cursed energy before you were blasted from two directions, letting the momentum carry you and trying to wrap the more opposing forces and the roaring sound of displaced air into your own cursed energy. But something about it resisted you, and you were unable to absorb as much of the attack as you usually would.
A racking shiver radiated through your body right before you were caught by a broad hand on your back.
"Hi," Satoru said sweetly.
"Hi," you panted, automatic, eyes still fixed on the curse.
"What's going on?"
You looked up at him with incredulity.
Hoisted in his other arm was the limp body of your other companion.
Satoru's head cocked to the side, curious as he looked at the curse.
"I don't know yet. I hit it and then--" the mask of the frowning curse was ash blasted and the notch from your first strike still there, but it was not as damaged as expected.
You regained your footing and stood upright.
"If I give it another go I think I can figure it out."
He tilted his head.
You sized up the two curses waiting outside the reach of Satoru's infinity.
"Oh." You reached into your pocket and handed him the green orb.
"What's this?"
"Dunno," you said with a faint smile. "I got it for you."
"Aww, you shouldn't have."
Maybe not. Satoru thinks gachapon are funny, you should show him the line of machines if you get out of here the same way you come in, then he can choose something himself. You still have a few coins on you.
You flew at the grinning curse, both hands on the hilt of your blade, cursed energy flashing into a point a good six inches out from where the metal itself ended.
You held, crystalizing your own movement for a moment and stared deep into the thing's empty eyes.
It twitched, and then its arm moved and you slashed downward, intending to cleave the limb away.
The blade hit, you knew it did. You were able to dodge the attack you anticipated from the smiling curse. The frowning curse in front of you struck back, almost at the same time.
You pulled on some of the reserved momentum you'd held back in your initial strike and barely twisted out of the way.
You lifted the gleeful cackles of the twinned curses from the air and tried to twist them into a crackling rope of flame to surround the grinning one again. As you had expected, the damage did not seem to completely take and you were forced to duck when a bolt of heat tried to sear your back, culminating in another blast that shook the tunnel and thew you once more.
"That's enough."
Satoru appeared at your side again, pulling you back behind the shield of his power when the curse's retaliation threatened to cut through you.
"This one's a bad match for your technique," he murmured thoughtfully.
"Is it reflecting through the faces?" you asked, catching your breath.
He hummed.
Absently, you realized you could scent the sharp, fresh smell of citrus on his breath - the smell of the biting orange flavored candy you'd shared with him on the train ride here.
"If it reflects yours too--" you trailed off. What you did was firmly in the realm of the "real" and Satoru's abilities were not. If this curse were to reflect back blue, or red, or heaven forbid purple... well you'd never seen or asked up until if Satoru could stop his own techniques. It seemed a tactical oversight in this moment.
Satoru stepped forward.
"Stabilize him," he instructed flatly. He'd tossed Shibata Kin's still body where he had been standing barely a minute before.
The curses had moved closer and pressed together, beginning to meld into one another before your eyes. The damage you had already done was fading further.
You knelt at Shibata's side, shaking back your sleeves. "You know this is going to poison him."
You carefully set two fingers underneath his right collarbone, and three a few ribs below his heart on the left and focused in on the flickers of electricity that powered a human body.
"Oh well." Satoru's grin was a baring of teeth. "He'll get over it better than being dead."
You could sense the arrhythmic flutter of Kin's heart, like the popping scatter of an overloaded lamp, like a fractured version of that flash you had sensed earlier.
"You know he was trying to set you up right?" Satoru asked as he batted away an experimental chunk of rubble the curse tossed his way with a flick of his wrist. The stone was aimed right for the face of the smiling curse and even as it hit, it seemed to bounce back, hitting Satoru's shield and falling to the ground.
You sparked a bit of your energy to pure electricity, sending it jumping from one side of Shibata Kin's chest to the other.
"It crossed my mind," you admitted, murmuring as you concentrated. "But I didn't pursue the thought."
Satoru snorted. Yes, alright it was more likely you'd decided thinking about it too hard was going to distract you from the mission but you were here anyway.
You counted the pulse of electricity between your fingers to your own heartbeat until Kin's matched, or at least matched better than before.
When you pulled your hands away, Satoru cracked his knuckles. It looked like he was going to go in for physical attacks.
"You might need to manage the tunnel," he said.
Yet another reason this was a bad match up, not just for you but for him. Satoru did best in wide open spaces where he had room to move and didn't need to worry too much about collateral damage. Dropping a ton of rock on your heads and collapsing the buildings above sounded like a thing that could happen.
You had barely pressed your hands to the ground when Satoru was off like a shot.
The curse wasn't that strong - a high end second grade or low level first grade at best given that it wasn't itself attacking to provoke a response - but it split into those two halves of itself and reformed again as needed to minimize the impacts Satoru rained upon it or flank him.
Limitless lay against his skin between each strike so he remained unmarked, but the cavernous space still rocked with noise and dust shook from the gaps between tiles. You steadied it best you could, absorbing the oscillations and dampening the noise.
It did not take long for the frowning curse to realize what you were doing and send the smiling one racing for you. With one hand on the ground and one on your sword, brimming with unspent potential, you raised the point.
"Nah ah." This seemed at once to you and the monster charging your way. Satoru appeared in its path and bodily kicked it away.
It did not take long after for the twinned curses to be dispatched. Although the only reason you weren't holding your breath is because you were gritting your teeth with the effort of holding the ground together and trying not to shake apart yourself.
Satoru in motion, in a fight, particularly when physical constraint demanded more of his ingenuity, was always a sight to behold.
He came back to you looking unfairly dewy post exertion, with his hair in a sort of windswept disarray, the fabric around his shoulders bunched up. He shrugged out the wrinkles and dusted off his hands.
Your briefly pressed a hand to his knee after you steadied the last tremor from the ground.
"Thank you."
Satoru tapped his forefinger twice against your temple as he walked by. "A feedback loop between you and that thing would have been very messy."
You stood up, swaying slightly.
Even though Satoru would have happily dragged Shibata to the exit point, you insisted on tugging him upright and at least moving him through the air to a place where the three of you could safely rest and call a car.
You had settled him against a wall and were calling Akari when he finally stirred.
"What happened?" Shibata asked weakly.
You turned around to look at him and from Shibata Kin's tepid expression and the sound of shifting cloth behind you, you assumed Satoru must have copied your movement.
Still, you gave him a faint smile and couched down beside him. He didn't have the strength to move away as you grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. It was thready, but he'd be good enough to get the rest of the way above ground until an actual doctor could take a look at hime.
"We're all alive," you explained unnecessarily.
Shibata Kin's eyes moved from your face to over your shoulder. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip.
From behind you came a buzzing hum, somewhat approximating a sad tuba. Waa wa wa waaaaaaaa, it trailed off.
Satoru had a the wide end of a grape purple kazoo held between his teeth, his sunglasses already exchanged for the bandages he'd had wrapped around his eyes.
Only just in time, you ducked your face into your shoulder and hid a smile.
ā¬ Pet rock
You were walking down some quiet residential street, trying to match the map to the trail of the curse you were tracking. It was not very intelligent, but it had a pernicious little ability to draw other curses to it under the banner of a powerful command. You'd been swatting third and fourth grades out of the air as you chased it, trying to wear down its arsenal.
It wasn't a terribly good strategy however and the thing had been winding its way through side streets to buy time. If you could get in closer, you could chop away at more of its train of screaming fears, maybe get a head start on the main peril. Thus the attempt at navigating and figuring out its destination so you could cut it off.
At least Hirano-san would be happy. Maybe. Culling curses required balance; they were their own little ecosystem. As long as the things aren't eating anyone, a certain amount of apex predators in an area could be a deterrent, like the old practice of putting powerful relics out like roach traps. Have the inevitable critters fight and eat one another rather than their human hosts.
A notification popped up over the map, and then another after it.
You felt your shoulders drop as you recentered yourself with a faint smile.
At your hotel later that night, you recalled that Satoru had sent you a message. You fell onto the bed, wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe.
It was... nice, knowing that someone was waiting at home for you. Or if not at home, he was still busy as ever, out there in the world somewhere, thinking of you. Weirdly normal.
The message was a picture. You blinked up at it. Two little rocks and a flower growing out of a crack in the pavement to shade over them.
>> ?
Almost immediately you saw three dots appear.
<< it's us!
Is it? you thought skeptically, looking at the picture again.
The dots again.
<< You don't think so :(?
Your phone was buzzing in your hand before you had even a moment to answer.
It startled you enough to drop the phone.
Owww
"You took so long to answer. This is photography, are you discouraging my new passion? It could go on a greeting card."
The word salad was meaningless and silly, weightless.
"I dropped you on my nose," you said, eyes closed as you rubbed the spot the corner of your case had hit.
"Were you that surprised by it?"
A pause.
"It's cute." The notion of it and the fact that he'd sent it to you was cute.
"It is cute right?" His voice was bright but not overly loud through the phone, for which you were grateful, already settling into warmth. "The flower is poisonous too."
You curled up on your side and held the phone close. Maybe he'd get lucky and you would find something cute to send back to him.
ā¬ Puddle jumping
a/n: You have no idea how much googling I had to do to figure out what the prompt meant. I am not on the tick-tock app lol or, I've found, a fan of this meme... the implication that girlfriends ask useless questions as a rule seems sort of meh. So I mostly kept to my original response to this which was "i don't know what that is and honestly probably neither does alpha"
Satoru was herding you down the sidewalk, occasionally listing one way or the other to get you out of the way of other pedestrians. Sometimes he did it for the simple fascination of how you swayed along by him like you were on a tether. Even while you eyes were all but fixed skyward, you stayed roughly the same distance from him.
It was the first day of sun after days of rain and also one of the first days he had off with you in so many apart. He had been too restless the day before, back off a bad mission that had more to do with the desperate unpredictability of people than the intrinsic darkness of curses. You had not resisted him when he drew you out, stifled by the low clouds and humidity and longing for openness. Even with Infinity blocking the rain, it had felt like being closed in again.
Relieved of their burden, the clouds had gone from iron grey to diaphanous white and pealed up and away in swaths like billowing curtains. This is what you were watching - their retreat from the earth. They had come so low they wrapped around skyscrapers and telephone poles on their back to their usual place.
Satoru watched the drowned earth. You had cut through a tree lined walk. The rich soil was churned and muddy and the long bodies of worms that had been washed out or crawled up were strewn about.
Your and Satoru's steps made no mark as he stretched Infinity over and around the two of you. Neither of you tread upon those blind, waterlogged creatures.
Satoru stepped behind you to allow a cluster of high schoolers to pass and hid a faint wrinkle of his nose as they squealed and ran by, realizing they were stepping on some of the remains.
Your umbrella was folded and carried at your side, and you tilted your head back at him, looking a little sun-drunk. He smiled at you. He could see the reflection of the sky in your gaze.
He adopted a pout, snickering internally as you immediately seemed to regain some awareness and a wary anticipation entered your expression.
"Would you still like me if I was a worm?" he asked.
You blinked at him. "Is this one of those things you learned from the kids?"
He slouched a bit, crowding into your space. "Would you still love me if I was a worm," he wheedled.
"Are you turning into a worm?" you asked, slightly panicked, hand going to his arm as though to check if he was going as wet and floppy as the poor things on the ground.
"I'm going to turn into one if you don't answer my question."
The last of the distracted fog lifted from your eyes as you shook yourself. You took his hand and pulled him close to let another couple pass you on the walk. They inclined their head in thanks.
There was no rush to get where you were going and you tugged him along a smaller path that cut under a row of thick-branched trees so you could walk side by side unimpeded.
"I still liked you when you were a semi-sentient six sided die," you pointed out, smiling slightly.
"It's not the same," he whined a bit, drawing out the words in a sing-song fashion.
"Isn't it? I'm not sure a die eight kilometers under the ocean is more useful than a worm."
"Hmph."
"Although I really hope the worm thing is hypothetical."
"Why?"
"Because with our luck that would mean I'm a worm too."
Satoru huffed a faint sound of amusement. "Nooo. You'd still be some kind of bird." He patted your back. "Don't worry I'll make sure to crawl out late so you can still be in time to eat me all up."
"... Are you propositioning me or telling me to hurry up?"
"Walk faster or I'll step on the backs of your shoes."
You did. The two of you walked faster and faster until you were all but chasing one another out of the park, laughing lightly as you dodged the spots of wet on the ground.
#ask answered#thanks for the little prompts#i started writing these when I felt a bit drained and it was nice to have some short things to work on#...I might have gone a little nuts with the banners whoops#also battle scenes always take forever to write it's good practice but ugh#that's why orange kazoo is so long#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#lots of cellphone use for these 21st century kids#jjk#omegaverse#but no mention of omega/alpha so it's like another implied omegaverse thing i'm bad at this#alpha!reader#got it in before midnight my time so still Wednesday!#from the notebook
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years ago i used to be really active on quotev. i did a few quizzes and read a few stories here and there, but the main reason i was so active on it was the communities. on one of these communities, i met a girl my age whom i think about almost daily. we quickly became close, messaging eachother relentlessly. she lived in South Africa and iām from the U.S. so the difference in time zones tended to be a bit of a blocker- but despite that, sheād stay up late to talk to me, and iād get up early to talk to her. she was quite literally my best friend, but things ended up transcending past that.
we never dated per say, due to distance and other factors, but that didnāt keep us from talking to eachother as if we were together. i donāt think iāve ever loved someone the way i loved her. iāve been in relationships before and iāve never had anything close to what we had. iām not the sappy type, but the way i felt about her- i donāt know how iād even try to articulate it. she was quite literally my everything.
weād talk about the what ifās- if i was an exchange student and by chance ended up at her school, or vise versa with her ending up at mine. weād talk about our families, our friends, the events happening around us. we spoke to eachother for years, both by message and voice.
i was a lot younger and a lot stupider then as opposed to now. i kept having nightmares that my parents would find out that i was talking to people online- that i was talking to her. so in an act of impulse, i sent her a final message, āIām sorry.ā and deleted my account. i figured that if i cut ties before the hypothetical of if my family did, then it would save me less pain.
i believe that may have been the biggest mistake of my life.
iāve revisited quotev since then and searched desperately for her account, to no avail. all i have left of her is a couple photos and some sketches i made of her at the time.
I dream about her once every few months. sometimes the dream revolves around her, other times sheās there as a bystander. at times i feel i may be so delusional that i see something in real life that reminds me of her, and i think for a fleeting second that maybe, just maybe, sheās here. if i catch a glimpse of long red hair, if i see a certain butterfly, if i see someone wearing that same grey shirt she used to love. If i hear certain songs that she introduced me to, if i watch alice in wonderland, if i hear an accent or a voice similar to herās. i regularly think about how things could have been. if i hadnāt been a coward, maybe iād still know her now.
i regularly think about how she is now. we were both only 13 or so when we first met- i know iāve grown so much, so it causes me to wonder about her. to this day i keep a clock set to what her time is, so i know the general time of day sheās going through. i know itās silly, but it makes me feel a little bit closer to her.
i wonder if she thinks about me as much as i do her. wherever she is nowadays, i hope sheās okay. i hope sheās living the life sheās always wanted. i hope her family situation has gotten better. i hope sheās surrounded by people who love her- people who really really love her, more than i ever could.
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ummmā¦ hi š„¹ i didnt realize people on here thought of us still. i mainly lurk nowadays because life has been insane (good) but i still have you on notifs because i love you dearly. i actually only use social now to keep up with the news for the few fandoms im in. that anon is absolutely not weird, your blog is a place we will always remember for life for obvious reasons, people wanting an update is actually really cute. jake (sax) and i hit our year in june and just put a down payment on a house just outside the city - the commute is worth it š i think thatās the big update everything else is the same š
okay ill share something cute, when we visit upstate to see family his mom (love her) sometimes makes little comments when heās being extra sweet on me. things like, ādonāt know what you did but itās so nice to see him like thatā and we always look at each other like itās an unspoken inside joke that it was really a deliciously, disgustingly beautiful story and community of people who worship a fictional version of a hot k-pop man that got him to open up, at first.
we also just read lollipop last night, together š, and it was unhealthy for us in the best ways. you are magnificent as always. i have more spoilery thoughts so im gonna submit them for your eyes only when i have more time to really focus.
anyway, i love you and the 3tan fam (the fl3 fam too š) and i will be here for everything you do always š
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OH. MY GOD. YALLL WE GOT A RILEY AND JAKE UPDATE I WANNA CRYYY ok i actually did when i read this message the first time but yes i will tear up again while writing this.
of course we're gonna think about y'allš„¹ i think about you guys and wonder how you're doing, same with a lot of you that let us know your individual stories. it's touching to know that things are moving in a wonderful direction. a HOUSE! BIGšÆļø
your little inside joke just makes me smile so wide omfg. y'all are so.. ugh i wanna hug you both and just shower you in the prettiest flowers and tangerines while trying to keep it together!! if there is ever a wedding.. i would 1000% go if invitedš„ŗ
so.. you read lollipop, huhš§āāļøtogether, huhš§āāļøi can only imagine the reactions lmfao that must be the fucking best to read silly dirty fanfics together arghhhhh can you tell i'm so sappy rn LOL submit the spoilery parts whenever! i don't have to post right away.
WE LOVE YOUššš thank you so much for giving us an update! honestly my whole week is madeš«
#this made my day babe#thank you for sharing!#š» anon#asks:3tan#lovely people#*ryenfictalk#3tanL#3tanhof#mailboxš#calm tag#š· anon#guys read 3tan
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72? pls no burning
Whatās your favorite writing compliment youāve gotten?
I've always enjoyed when people tell me that I'm good at making engaging plots. I tend to get a little over-complicated with my fics sometimes, so it's always great to see how much people adore a well-planned/thought-out LongFic. but honestly I think the biggest compliment I get is when people tell me that my writing has helped them in some way š„ŗ
someone left me a really long message a few years agoāa past reader of my old naruto fanfictionsāand thanked me for writing. they left me with a really sweet, heartbreaking anecdote about how miserable they were in middle school and told me that my fanfiction really helped them get through it. I think that's the one that's always going to stick with me. that, and all the messages/reviews/comments I've ever received from people that tell me that something I wrote that they've read has helped them through a hard time. I'm lucky enough to have received a good handful of messages like that over the years, and each one impacts me a lot. but I think I cherish those a lot more than I do when people are like "great characterization, champ!" which is a sappy answer but it's trueeee
send me fanfiction writing asks! ā”
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gonna go on and ask for no. 7, 19 & 28 for karasu/chigiri šŗ! - @suosage
hey! š sure, I'll cook a few HCs up. I haven't written anything for this ship before but I have read fics where they're paired together.
7. Whatās the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?
Karasu likes teasing Chigiri, pointing out his beauty and princess-y traits. The minute he starts catching actual feels though, he's cutting back on the jabs. Chigiri'll wonder why Karasu's suddenly being so nice to him!
Chigiri is quite a tease himself, but he'd also be cagier about flirting with Karasu when he realises he's developed a genuine crush. Once it's mutual, the two of them might actually avoid one another until someone good-natured intervenes and gets them to confess (in my head, that's Yukimiya or Reo).
19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?
Similar answer to what I gave for Kunigiri: I think Chigiri's friends and family would figure out he has a boyfriend from context clues or social media, then worm the truth out of him. He's not ashamed of dating Karasu or anything, just reserved and private.
Karasu wouldn't tell anyone outright. He'd just bring Chigiri along to enough dinners or outings that eventually, his friends and family conclude that they're a couple. Except maybe Otoya. Karasu would probably inform him, so Otoya knows not to try it on with Chigiri š
28. What do they do when theyāre away from each other?
These two are both moody introverts. When they're apart, there's lots of pining, and sappy text messages that they type out but are too embarrassed to send. They would keep in touch via text all the same. I also think Karasu would make an effort to bring Chigiri a little gift home whenever he returns from travelling. cos he's a good crow bf šš¦āā¬
#thank you!#ask game#bllk headcanon#ask#anon#mine#I don't know this pairing's ship name!#karagiri#tabigiri#(prolly one of these right?)
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iām gay and canāt resist the opportunity to be sappy so hereās a january 1st post to let all of my mutuals know that you are loved by me whether you like it or not and that iām grateful for every single one of you and am looking forward to getting to know you more in 2024!
when i returned to this rpc after a year long hiatus where a lot of stuff was just going wrong in my life, i was a little nervous that iād have trouble finding interactions and building relationships both ic and ooc. it was a little difficult at first, but iām so thankful i stuck it out because right around the corner were some very cool & special people who are not only talented writers and masters of characterization, but genuinely kind & fun people to talk to & get to know.
this post is dedicated to all of my lovely mutuals whether weāve written together for months or u just followed me today, but there are a few people i want to be gay toward individually under the cut š„³š³ļøāšš©·
@vialaviolenza / @valoroso : my beloved mortis!! you were my first new friend that i made upon the end of my hiatus & i adore you to the moon & back. i knew you were special from the moment i found out you basically live a stoneās throw away from me lol but more than that, you have been such a blessing to me. youāre always willing to listen to my ramblings & crazy ideas & our threads are always fuckin based, so you genuinely have it all & iām excited for us to become closer in this new year!! ššš
@lovesigned : bella, iām kissing u. i remember when you first followed me and we messaged back and forth about how we loved each otherās writing and were fucking nerds about classical allusions & mythology & all that. even now iām still in awe of how beautifully your prose reads btw. but beyond that youāre probably the funniest person on this website & going absolutely feral with u is always a good time lmfao. i love everything weāve ever plotted and written and i will love everything we will plot and write in the new year. u are so sexy and cool mwah
@blueshiftting : MEME MY BELOVED u are genuinely the sweetest person ever in the world and you deserve every good thing ever in the new year. not to mention cordelia is a baddie & the immaculate energy you have created for her is untouchable, truly one of the most well-written ocs iāve encountered. i owe u my life for making the fuckhouse server because itās always such a vibe in there & itās been great getting closer to everyone in there, including you.
@rejectshumanity : the coolest person on this website actually,,, but also a total sweetie that iāve loved every second of talking to. dani when i say i stan you heavily i mean it you genuinely have Thee best take on dio & manage to blend the serious & unserious parts of his character immaculately. iām excited for when ur inspiration returns to you because i think we all want to see how you will absolutely kill it in the 2024 season lol. either way, youāre a gem & iām looking forward to growing our friendship in the new year!!
@praeteritus-memories : lu ā¦ u are my homie fr like the only constant thing in my life in this rpc for the past 3 (ALMOST 4???) years. coming back to writing with you again has been like returning to a warm hug which i really fucking needed after everything i went through in 2022-23 š i love everything we do together & everything we explore in our threads, theyāre always a blast & iām relieved we cannot always pick up where we left off without things being awkward lol. i hope this year treats you kindly, you deserve it luv š©·
@ironleonine : GEO MY LOVE IM SO SORRY I KNEW I HAD LEFT SOMEONE OUT THIS IS LESBIAN ON LESBIAN CRIME . anyway you are the literal sweetest, kindest, most fun person to talk to be it ic or ooc. i will start 10 million different threads with you and idc i will love every single one. you have such a talent for bringing your characters to life, i will never NOT enjoy writing with you wtf. our chats are always the best even if theyāre full of the most random shit lol i feel like you really understand me & the chaotic chemical soup that is my brain. when i marry you in 2024, what then?
#[ ę„ ] : šø š¦š¢š¬ššš„š„šš§ššØš®š¬ āŗ out of character .#happy 2024!! i am wishing all of you health & happiness#i feel like the last 3 years have just been a collective nightmare for everyone so letās have a little hope that weāre turning a corner lol#i wasnāt going to make this post initially but i changed my mind because u know what . starting the year off with gratitude & positivity#is never a bad fucking idea#i hope you all have had a great start to the year so far š©µš©µš©µ#giorno & i are sending u lots of love uwu
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