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Similarities between Wade Wilson and Steve Rogers (one of Wade's celebrity crushes):
Finding a soulmate in a guy named James who's an angsty, fiery and yet sweet man with some luxe metal attached to his body and has been alive for a minimum of one century (and more)
P.S. Both Wade and Steve have one movie each with their names and their boyfriends' names in the title
So strange that it's happened twice already
#high profile celebrity couples#so silly and just perfect#they need to go on a double date#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#poolverine#stucky#wade wilson#logan james howlett#steve rogers#bucky barnes#imagine your otp#otp prompts#writing promt#old man yaoi#catws#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#chris evans and sebastian stan#deadclaws
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David Tennant being a lifelong Doctor Who fan who was inspired by the show to act, becoming the Doctor and Ncuti Gatwa who watched David Tennant and was inspired to act, playing the Doctor opposite Davidâs Doctor is the most beautiful thing
#This is a fanboy moment of immense proportions#Also they are both so silly itâs perfect#Dw spoilers#Doctor who#david tennant#ncuti gatwa#10th doctor#14th doctor#15th doctor#Iâm just thinking of âI saw a regeneration scene on tv aged 3 and decided to be an actorâ tennant#And âI watched David Tennantâs hamlet before drama school and realized thatâs what an actor should be and what I should aspire toâ ncuti#And that hug is so wholesome#itâs really come full circle#Also we canât forget Mel for being the no 1 hype woman there
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THE KING OF PIRATES
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Added this as a print to buy if anyone would like to grab one as well
#one piece#monkey d luffy#one piece fanart#made this one for luffy's birthday but i went a bit crazy a bit silly with it#been in an art slump for a while so i loved being able to put some crazy work without proper render and whatever into it#just having FUN for once!! with loof the perfect lil man to have fun with!!
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CALL MY NAME AND I'LL COME RUNNING ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru can be irritating, at times. but even if you push him away, heâll always, always be there for you when you need him.
word count; 8.7k (this was supposed to b a short drabble but i was possessed by the devil halfway through)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, reader n toru have a fight, mild swearing (a couple fucks here n there), hurt/comfort, satoru has communication issues but heâs trying his best, depictions of stalking (reader gets followed by a random creep but satoru comes to the rescue dw), uhh implied thoughts of violence? (satoru wants to Maul said dude but doesnât), literally just me being in love with satoru gojo for 8.7k words straight
a/n; no thoughts head empty only gojo running through the streets like a wild beast looking for u <33 im normal about him yeah.
âyouâre so annoying sometimes, you know that?â
satoru smiles. the sentence isnât one heâs unaccustomed to hearing.
usually, the words are soaked in an undeniable fondness, as they spill from your lips. rich with exasperated love. one that never fails to have the corners of satoruâs lips curling up, a mellow kind of joy blossoming in his chest.
but now, that fondness is nowhere to be found.Â
you sound thoroughly exasperated, and a little bit fatigued. more than anything else, thereâs a vague irritation behind the tilt of your voice, something almost cold. it makes all the difference in the world.Â
and yet, despite that, a certain someone chooses to pay no heed to the bad omen.
âaw, câmon. you know you love me, baby.â
satoru is grinning. lighthearted, awfully sweet. thereâs a certain smugness to it, though, one he couldnât wash away even if he was aware of it; you wouldnât do so even if you could. that smugness is a part of him, one that youâd usually find endearing.Â
but right now, it only seeks to further your frustration.
it was a stupid fight, truthfully. completely meaningless. satoru had forgotten to pick up after himself for, like, the fourth consecutive time, and so you grew annoyed. not by a lot, but enough that you felt the need to be firm when you reminded him not to make the same mistake over and over again.
but satoru had only grinned, in that self-satisfied fashion of his, and apologized in a way you couldnât possibly call sincere. then he did what he usually does â promises to work on it. to not do it again. he never follows through, though.
but even that thought wasnât anywhere near enough to make you truly angry. what really began to irk you was the fact that satoru wasnât taking you seriously, even in the slightest.
thatâs how he always is, when it comes to this kind of thing. and you try to be patient, you do. you try to be understanding. sometimes you even appreciate that he keeps the atmosphere light, but other times, you just canât help but feel irritated by it.
and the current situation happens to fall into the latter category.
you donât care if satoru leaves a candy wrapper or two out, every once in a while. of course you donât. itâs a silly thing to argue about. but would it hurt for him to just listen to you? to try to put himself in your shoes, for once? itâs not about the wrappers, or the undone dishes. itâs about the way he treats you when you complain about it â like itâs no big deal, like it doesnât matter. even if it obviously does, to you.
so, gradually, the topic of your little argument began to shift, into a conversation about satoru. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to talk about the things that bother you in a serious fashion. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to take you seriously.
and he just keeps proving your point, with every word that falls from his lips.
at this point, youâre genuinely beginning to feel a little angry. but satoru doesnât see that as the warning sign it is â he just thinks itâs cute. heâs just been cooing at you, this whole time, despite your numerous attempts to actually explain how much his behavior affects you sometimes. it feels a bit like talking to a wall. satoru keeps on teasing you, even as you try to be firm about your point, and only brushes you off with empty promises to do better and more unneeded comments about how much he wants to hug you when you pout like that.
and you falter, a little. of course you do. youâre weak to satoru. weak to his words, that sweet voice of his, that pretty grin. but that only makes everything worse, because if you let yourself look even a little bit flustered at his comments, he sees that as his cue to continue.
you donât even know if heâs doing it on purpose, at this point. is he doing it because he knows itâll annoy you, or does he genuinely not understand that youâre upset? youâd like to think that thereâs no malicious intent behind it, but canât he see how troubled you are? you donât get it. you donât get him, and that frustrates you most of all. satoru can be so goddamn convoluted, sometimes.
so you simply canât help but feel annoyed. angry, even. how long have you been arguing for, at this point? youâre not sure. but you feel the frustration inside of you grow, as the minutes tick by, into something you know will eventually explode.
a sigh falls from your lips, deep and exasperated. a little bit exhausted. âiâm serious, satoru. youâre not even listening.â
âi am!â he protests, stubbornly. childishly. âyou just look so cute when youâre all mad. not my fault youâre so distracting.â
satoru smiles, voice sugar sweet, but all you can do is frown. does he really think itâs cute that youâre upset? the thought makes you somewhat sad. but you canât show that, canât let that part of you win â you donât even want to think about the possibility of you crying, because of this. yeah, no way in hell.Â
so instead, you channel it into anger. as the blood inside your veins comes to a boiling point, you dig your nails into the skin of your palms, gnawing at your bottom lip and shifting from one foot to another.
âsatoru, iâm ââ another sigh, sharp and vexed like the blade of a knife. âiâm trying to have a serious conversation, here. canât you see that iâm upset?â
satoru takes a moment to look at you, from behind the black glass of his shades.
he can. of course he can see that. youâre frowning, and thereâs a crease between your brows, and you keep huffing and sighing every three seconds â youâre obviously, undoubtedly upset. and satoru wants to take you seriously, he does. itâs just that the part of his brain that only ever wants to coddle and tease you keeps persuading him not to.
heâs not lying, either; you do look cute. almost too cute to take seriously, when youâre pouting so sweetly, a little red in the face from all the frustration bubbling inside your chest. you look so small, glaring up at him like an angry puppy.Â
satoru canât help but smile. itâd be impossible not to.
and he will listen to you, will take you seriously. he knows youâre angry, knows youâre upset, and he intends to deal with that properly. but he doesnât need to do it right now.
just a little more teasing, before he has to stop beating around the bush. satoru dreads it, a little bit, dreads having to genuinely be serious, be open and apologetic. it always feels so strange, so discomforting.Â
all that stuff can wait until later. for now, he just wants to see you blush a little more, huff and puff at his limitless affection, that he knows you love deep down. whereâs the harm?
(and therein lies the problem. satoru is observant, and typically good at seeing the line that he shouldnât cross when it comes to you. but there are times when he slips up, times when he doesnât realize that his words have begun to sting. times when the line becomes blurry, because he knows some part of you enjoys the way he babies you, and sometimes it blinds him to the part of you that doesnât.)
satoru is smiling. itâs the same as always â big, bright, glazed over with honey-sweet adoration. smug and teasing. itâs such a satoru-like smile that it makes your breath hitch, sometimes, makes your heart race with wonder. but now all it does is annoy you. everything you love about satoru is annoying you, right now.Â
in your eyes, that pretty smile of his seems almost taunting. like heâs trying to pick a fight with you, trying to make you even more upset. you donât want to blow up over something like this, you really really donât â but for some reason, you feel dangerously close to. itâs not like you at all.
you bore into his eyes with a cold glare, even though you canât exactly see them with his shades in the way. posture straight and rigid as you try to make yourself look bigger. you must look at least a little bit menacing, like this. right?
âiâm seriously angry with you,â you say, hoping your voice sounds as austere to his ears as it does to yours. âdonât you get that?â
satoru coos, unable to hold the sound back. he doesnât notice the flicker of hurt in your eyes, only focusing on how the sunset rays frame your figure, kissing your skin with sun-soaked fervor. you look so pretty. and that angry look on your face is too tantalizing not to tease.
âaww,â he croons, inching closer to you. thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes that you canât see, unmistakably fond. âis my little baby that upset?â
you blink. his voice sounds even more sugar-sweet now, obviously exaggerated. thereâs amusement there, too â like this is just one big joke to him. you think he must be doing it to belittle you, to embarrass you. speaking to you like youâre some kind of grumpy toddler, and not a grown adult trying to have a serious conversation with their partner. your blood boils, boils, boils.
â and so the cup overflows.
âoh, go fuck yourself.â
itâs almost in a hiss that the words fall from your lips, cold and harsh; they leave the confines of your throat before you have a chance to reconsider them, sudden and sickeningly heavy. crude, too. youâd never be so crass with him under normal circumstances.
but youâre overwhelmed, thoroughly and completely, and satoru is being particularly infuriating. you genuinely feel hurt by the way heâs disregarding your feelings, and that realization stings more than anything.Â
so you canât help but say the words, louder than you meant to, before turning on your heel swiftly and walking out of the room.Â
you donât even have time to register what youâre doing, legs moving on their own before your mind can catch up. brisk and heavy steps carry you to the door, all while you furiously attempt to blink away the tears of frustration that begin to form in your eyes.
it only takes a second for you to grab your jacket â then youâre out.
satoru hears the front door close, echoing off the walls of your apartment. you donât quite slam it shut, but you close it with more force than usual, and he canât help but inwardly wince.
a moment passes.Â
then, he flops down on the couch, lanky arms and legs dangling uncomfortably off the edges. the groan that slips from his lips is muffled by the soft cushion as he burrows his face into it, while replaying your interaction inside his mind.
satoru canât help but feel uncomfortable, with this conclusion. a little bit irked. a vague something rests inside his chest, something he doesnât quite want to admit to feeling. it makes him feel a little bit sick.
(âoh, go fuck yourself.â)
he canât recall you ever raising your voice at him like that. when it comes to him, youâre usually so patient; soft, understanding, gentle. for you to have snapped in such a way â to have stormed out of the apartment in your anger â he must have pushed you pretty far.
satoru sighs.
he really pissed you off, huh?
(he can never quite seem to get this right, can he?)
it was never his intention to make you genuinely mad. he just lost sight of the line, for a second. thatâs all.
and maybe he was also trying to avoid the issue, trying to avoid actually arguing with you. because he hates it. he hates it more than anything. satoru would much rather see you smile and blush than act all serious and sad.Â
he just wanted to make you laugh.
was it insensitive? yeah, probably. he just canât help but fuck this up, it seems. now heâs gone and made you angry â and as much as the sight would usually thrill him, as cute as you look when youâre irritated, a pit of anxiety settles in his gut. everything just feels wrong.
more than anything, satoru feels restless. because, right now, thereâs nothing he can do. he canât chase after you, even if just to apologize â thatâd make you even angrier.
he knows he needs to give you space. you were obviously overwhelmed; some fresh air will do you good.
it irks him, though. satoru wants to fix it. he always wants to fix everything, before it even breaks. and even now, all his mind can do is spin in circles, wondering how he could possibly cheer you up.
heâll just have to apologize, when you get back. and hope you forgive him. maybe he can get you something sweet to munch on, or a bouquet of flowers. would that make everything okay again?
satoru doesnât know. so he just scratches his head, and tries his damndest not to think of how defeated you looked before leaving.
your steps are heavy, dragging you forward, leading you somewhere you have no knowledge of. itâs chilly out, and the sun is already setting.
everything in the world feels so wrong. like itâs tilted slightly to the left, like the earth stopped spinning around its axis. like everything suddenly lost its saturation.Â
you just needed to get away from him, for a while. away from that smug smile, that patronizing tilt of his voice. you couldnât even stand to be in the same apartment as him. itâs not often you feel that way, not often at all.Â
and it only increases your growing frustration.Â
you are beginning to calm down, though â you know you are. the crisp evening air and the pleasant mingle of people soothes your muddled senses, smoothing down the crease of your brow and the ache in your chest.
a heavy discomfort, and a growing guilt. thatâs all you can feel, as the anger slowly seeps out of you, turning into vapour with every exhale of your breath.
you hate arguing with satoru. you hate it more than anything. the guilt clawing at your chest barely leaves any room for anger â you almost yelled at him. just the thought of doing that to satoru makes you want to cry.
because you love him, at the end of the day, even when heâs being absolutely insufferable. heâs a sweetheart, your sweet boy, always trying to lighten the mood and make you smile. maybe you should have been a bit more understanding; you know satoruâs bad at this stuff, bad with emotions and vulnerability. and deep down, you know heâd never hurt you, not on purpose.
he probably just didnât realize that you were genuinely upset. itâs a mistake that anyone could make.
but it just makes you feel so frustrated. like heâs not even looking at you. always hiding behind those shades, never opening up. never letting you see him wear anything but a smile. you want him to take it slow, open up to you at his own pace, but that doesnât make the wait sting any less.
itâs not like you were asking for a lot. first, you simply asked him to pick up after himself. the way you do, the way anyone does. then, you simply asked him to treat you with respect.
a sudden pang of bitterness runs through your chest. sure, you couldâve handled it all better â but he could have, too.
every step you take hits the pavement with an irritated kind of decision. whatever. whatever. for now, you donât want to think about it â all you want is to walk around and take in the sights, enjoy the peace and quiet.
so thatâs exactly what you do.
before you know it, the sun has set, and the moon has risen â shining down and painting the streets in a mesmerizing blue, ephemeral and tranquil. itâs enough to give you some peace of mind, as you lurk around familiar streets, soaking in all the open space. so different from that suffocating apartment, and the man inside it, with that shit-eating grin and those breathtaking eyes.
(heâs called you, a couple times. you havenât been gone for long â an hour or so, you think, maybe two. some part of you wanted to answer, just to hear his voice through the phone, but the part of you thatâs still awfully irritated shut that down immediately. so, stubbornly, you just let it ring.)
the streets are empty, and the sky is dark. the light of all the lampposts illuminate your way, along with the soft flicker of the moon and stars. an endless galaxy stretches out before your eyes, little pale dots of stardust shining like jewels.
an ever-lasting, never-changing sky, that continues on for infinity. limitless. all the space you could possibly want, and then some.
for a moment, you can only look at the glittering stars in wonder, soaking in the feeling of absolute solitude.Â
â it doesnât last, though.
âyou alone?â
a sudden voice calls out from behind you. close, discerningly so, enough to make you flinch. you curse yourself for not noticing anything sooner, caught up in looking at the starry sky, in angling your phone to take a picture of it.
hesitantly, you turn your gaze towards the sound â wincing under your breath when you see the man a couple steps away from you. he looks a little crazed, you think, shifting from foot to foot and hunching over.Â
oh fuck no.
great, just what you needed. thatâs just your luck, isnât it? your brain can only spin in circles, trying to get your body to react, to run. to do literally anything except just stand there like a deer caught in headlights.
in your nervosity, all you manage is a painfully awkward laugh, as you stutter out a halfhearted response.
âoh â no, iâm just waiting for my boyfriend!â you smile, unconvincingly. your face must be soaked in unease. whatever he wants with you, it canât be anything good.
at least you said that one word clearly â boyfriend. you can only hope itâs enough to scare him away.
but the man only shifts a little more, emitting a gruff kind of hum, not saying anything else. your spine tingles with apprehension. every cell in your body wants you to leave. he seems a little intoxicated, you think, and the thought only stirs the anxious feeling in your chest further.
god. why does this have to happen to you? why now?
thankfully, youâve got your phone in hand. as your mind scrambles for solutions, your fingers tap at the screen, urgently scrolling through your contacts. in such a frightened state, your acting must be positively awful, but you make a vague attempt. not like youâre getting any oscars for this, either way.
âsorry â heâs calling me now!â you stammer out, taking a step away from the man. he doesnât make a move to follow you, so you take your chances and press your phone to your ear, feet carrying you forward with haste.
in your fear, you donât think twice about calling satoru â but you canât help but internally wince at the decision, as the anxious patter of your own heart resounds in your ears.
how are you supposed to talk to him, exactly? what are you supposed to say? hey, i know i just told you to go fuck yourself, but will you hear me out? i need your help.Â
and you do. you do need his help. all you want is for him to swoop in, to take you in his arms, your knight in shining armor.
satoruâs said it to you, before â that if you need anything, anything at all, you can come to him. that you can always, always lean on him, without exception.Â
you know that he likes helping you. likes it when you open up to him, when you put your trust in him. when you arenât afraid to ask for his help.
so despite everything, you hold your phone to your ear, walking away with brisk steps and praying that heâs not petty enough to ignore your call like you did to his.
back home, satoru is still resting on the couch, tapping his feet and trying to distract himself.Â
heâs a little anxious. itâs dark out, and youâre not answering any of his calls. when youâre out of sight, like this, he canât help but feel a little helpless â worried about everything that could happen to you. but itâs not like he can force you to pick up.Â
youâre probably at a friendâs house, or something. telling them all about what an asshole your boyfriend is. as much as the thought stings, satoru hopes itâs true; itâs all he can comfort himself with. anything is fine as long as you arenât out walking alone, in the cold, in the dark.
entirely caught up in his spiralling thoughts, satoru almost flinches when the phone rings. laying on the table in front of him, just within armâs reach. it only takes a second for him to react as his gaze flits to the bright screen, and he sees the contact name, the many heart emojis littering it.
with a start, satoru jumps up. his back straightens out, and his hand flies to grab the phone â heâd feel embarrassed at his own eagerness, but right now he just canât help it. even under ordinary circumstances, he wouldnât let the phone ring more than twice, always giddy to hear your voice whenever possible.Â
this time, however, he does falter slightly.
he takes a split second to simply stare at the phone in his hand, at the affectionate contact name. what is he supposed to say to you, exactly? how is he supposed to act?
satoru doesnât know, but as if afraid that youâll change your mind and stop the call, yourself, he opts to simply answer. heâll just have to figure out what to say on the fly.
(unfortunately, satoruâs instinctual response to anything is either smugness or playfulness.)
âwell, well. look who finally decided to pick up.â
youâre the one who called him, not the other way around â but satoru canât be bothered with small details like that right now. he only hopes you donât notice the faint nervosity in his voice, the stiffness as he tries to sound unbothered.
you donât notice anything at all, mind far too muddled, too clouded by fear. all you can do is take a deep breath, desperately trying to grasp control over your wavering voice.
ââ satoru?â you call out, voice meek and frail. the man in question notices it immediately, sitting up a little straighter, but before he can say anything you continue. âiâm sorry, i just â are â are you still at home?â
thereâs an anxious tilt to your voice, one thatâd be impossible for satoru to miss. your words are a little breathy, spoken in a fast tempo, and he feels a sudden dread crawl up his spine.
something is wrong, his senses alert him.
âyeah,â he hums, trying to hide the turmoil in his own voice. âwhy? is everything okay?â
the line is quiet, for a second. âitâs just ââ an exhale, as you once again attempt to steer your voice in a less nervous direction. âjust⊠some creepy guy tried to talk to me. i told him i was waiting for my boyfriend and now iâm walking away from him but heâs still following me.â another exhale, as you worriedly sneak a glance over your shoulder. âi just â i donât know what to ââ
âwhere are you?â
satoru cuts you off, voice eerily serious. his gaze turned cold the moment he heard creepy guy, legs moving him towards the coat rack by the front door as if on autopilot.Â
heâs already left the apartment by the time you answer, looking around you meekly.
âi⊠donât know,â you sigh. âiâm not far. i walked past that one crĂȘpe stand by the park but then i, like⊠continued up that street? and now i donât really know where iâm going.â
you continue, a little exasperated as your gaze flits around the dark street. attempting to recall your steps, a difficult task with how on edge you feel. âiâll try to look for a sign, or something,â you gulp. â⊠iâm sorry. i just wanted to get away from him.â
satoruâs voice is comforting, when he speaks, eager to console you. grounding and soft. âhey, itâs okay. iâm heading there now, alright?â he smiles, hoping youâll hear it in his voice. âiâll be there before you know it.â
you do hear it, and his words ease a little of the anxiety in your chest, despite your fear. âokay.âÂ
the line grows quiet, again, and your brows furrow in worry. âcan â can i keep talking to you?â you ask, uncertain. a little pitiful. âplease?â
âof course,â satoru answers, instantaneous. heâs already making his way towards the crĂȘpe stand with decision in his steps, mentally scanning the area ahead. despite his own anxiety at the situation, he attempts to sound as secure as he can possibly manage, desperate to soothe the worry in your voice.
âtry to relax for me, okay? nobodyâs gonna hurt you. not while iâm here.â
his words are absolute, as he consoles you. he sounds so sure of himself, so much that you canât help but believe in his words. so you nod, emitting a weak hum when you remember he canât see you.
âcan you tell me what you see, baby?â
âuhhâŠâ you look around, blindly, trying to find some sort of meaningful hint around you. âthereâs like⊠some toy shop?âÂ
satoru only hums. âcan you check your location on your phone?âÂ
you blink.Â
of course. why on earth didnât that cross your mind before?Â
âoh â yeah â fuck. iâm sorry. i donât know why i didnât ââ you sigh, heavy. âhold on.â
following satoruâs instructions swiftly, your gaze scans over the screen. he waits, patiently, already heading past the park and up ahead. as soon as you succeed in finding the name of the street, you echo it to him.
satoru sighs, a little relieved. âokay,â he hums. âiâm not that far away. iâll be there soon.â he only hopes his words can soothe your fear, even a little. âis he still following you?â
you glance behind you, and meet the gaze of the stranger. just like you were afraid of, heâs still following you â if anything, he seems to have gotten a little closer. with a jolt, your heartbeat picks up.
âyeah,â you gulp.Â
satoruâs chest tightens. he emits a low hum. âjust hold on. iâll hurry.â
focusing only on the tilt of satoruâs voice, you try to calm your breathing. you just want to see him. the thought of doing so is the only thing keeping your trembling ribcage intact, at this point.Â
you swallow a shaky breath.
âthanks, toru.â
a sudden pang of ache sprouts in satoruâs chest, like thorny vines curling around his ribcage. his heart hurts. you sound so scared, so very small.Â
this is all his fault, he thinks. all of it. he got too careless; none of this wouldâve happened if he had only been more considerate. if he had just stopped you from leaving and apologized, or hadnât upset you in the first place. then he wouldnât have to hear that scared little voice, wouldnât have to imagine your body shaking like a leaf in the cold night. so far away from him.Â
but satoru canât beat himself up over it, not yet. thereâll be more than enough time for that later. for now, he needs to get to you â thatâs the only thing on his mind.
so he lets his feet carry him forward, running towards your location with bated breath. heâs sure you can hear it, through the phone, even though he tries to contain it.
the sound consoles you, if anything. it reminds you that satoru is there, that heâs on his way. that thereâs no need to be scared.Â
but you canât help but freak out, a little, when you hear the man call out from behind you.
âhey!â he slurs, stumbling towards you with unsteady steps. his voice is loud, angry, and it sends your mind reeling into panic mode.
a flinch overtakes your body, before you stumble forward, walking even faster than before. youâre almost running now, breath hitching as you gulp. satoru hears it all â your panic, the echo of the man. his own tempo picks up.
âbaby, calm down, okay?â he consoles you, voice concerned and honey-sweet. âjust keep walking. iâm almost there.â
âsorry ââ you squeak out, between flurry breaths. breathing uneven, laboured and anxious. but you try your best to calm down. ââs just scary.â
it almost feels physical, the way it irks him. satoru wants to pull you close, more than anything, but he canât. and that just makes the calamity inside his chest grow, clawing at his ribcage as if trying to escape, to go to your side.Â
(he never, ever wants to hear that kind of fear in your voice again.)
âi know,â he soothes. âyouâre doing good, honey. listen â heâs not gonna touch you. i wonât let him. you have nothing to be scared of.â
you nod, even as you exhale a shaky breath. âi know.âÂ
and you do. you know thereâs a truth, to satoruâs words, one thatâs never failed you before.
because satoru is your safe space, at the end of the day â he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and sometimes heâs bad with emotions. but he tries, you know he does. and, more than anything else, you know that heâll always, always be there when you need him. heâll always be there to protect you.Â
and a part of you is sure that everything will be okay, as long as heâs around.
(itâs easy to forget how trustworthy satoru really is, how much he cares. how dependable he is. and how serious he can get, when he truly needs to be, despite his childishness. itâs moments like these that remind you of that.)
but itâs still scary, at the end of the day. you canât help but feel uncomfortable, a little lost in the world. because you and satoru just fought, you just told him to go fuck himself, and yet here he is. running to your side, in the middle of the night, because youâre scared and alone and you need him.
the man continues to shout, behind you, muttering curses you canât quite make out. you look over your shoulder nervously, steps hurried.
and satoru runs like a man possessed, through the moonlit streets, gaze scanning the area like a wild beast. his most visceral instinct is screaming at him, tugging at his flesh and bones, desperate to protect you. to comfort you. to wash all your worries away.Â
as he makes a sharp turn, he momentarily stops the movement, halting to look around. he thinks he must look a little crazed, with the moonlight illuminating his eyes, but he couldnât care less.
especially not when his gaze lands on a certain person, further down the street â small and alone.
your eyes meet his.
with the darkness of the street, itâs hard to make anything out, but the light of the lamppost helps. though even without it, satoruâs sure heâd know it was you, just from the sensation that unfurls in his chest as his gaze lands on your figure.Â
an audible sigh of immense relief falls from his lips, and his tense shoulders relax, eyes softening just a tad. he hears a similar noise coming from the phone in his grasp, and he assumes that means you recognize him too. not bothering to end the call, he puts it in his pocket, walking over to you with brisk steps.Â
you stumble towards him, yourself, the worried crease between your brows now smoothed away. the closer he gets, the faster you move, until you can see the blue of his eyes. two pocket-sized moons.
satoru swoops you in for a hug before either of you can say anything.
he cradles you close, awfully close, so close you can hear his heavy breathing against your ear. it tickles your neck, along with his soft hair, and you shiver. his fragrance envelops your senses, a blend between fresh laundry, strawberries and some expensive cologne. your favorite scent in the world.Â
and suddenly, the world is devoid of danger. nothing can get to you while satoruâs there. all that exists is you, and him, and the soft flicker of the moon.
satoru squeezes you tightly, ensuring himself over and over again that youâre safe. he might be squeezing you a little too tight, but he canât bring himself to think about that just yet.
finally, that growing calamity inside his chest is satiated. winding down at the feeling of you pressed up against him, the indisputable proof that youâre okay. with you in his arms, satoru feels like everything is alright, again.
the fear inside his chest, so foreign it leaves him shaken to the very core, finally begins to dissipate too. he doesnât think thereâs anything that makes him feel quite as hopeless as the thought of not being there for you when you need him. he never wants to feel that fear again. itâs suffocating. it crushes his lungs.
all he can do is hold you close, his big palm smoothing down your hair, the back of your head, your spine. warm and comforting. keeping you steady against him. he can feel your heartbeat, rapid and anxious, so fast that his heart aches. satoru is eager to soothe you, eager to make it go away.
âiâm here, baby,â he breathes, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head. âyouâre safe now.â
the words are spoken softly, right by your ear, and you exhale a shaky breath. youâre bundling up his clothing with your fists, anchoring yourself to him. after a little while, you let go, opting to wrap your arms around his midriff instead. nuzzling into his broad chest, you try to blink away your tears and contain your sniffles.
you nod against him, and satoru kisses the crown of your head.
and, finally, his gaze strays. it falls farther down the street, until it lands on a certain man â shifting from one foot to another. watching you both in silence.
the calamity inside his chest rouses from its slumber, once more.
satoru makes sure to keep his hands on you, still rubbing your back with one steady palm cradling the back of your head. keeping your face hidden in his chest, safe and secure.
then he raises his head, back straight, full height on display as his eyes meet the strangerâs. he can tell they do, even with the distance, the darkness of the street.
and satoru knows he looks menacing. he knows the light of the lamppost illuminates his figure perfectly, framing his tall stature and broad shoulders. and he knows the moonlight caressing his skin illuminates his face, his cold eyes â blue and uncanny, glowing even brighter than the moon. staring daggers into the manâs soul. if looks could kill, there wouldnât even be any remains left to find.
the man stiffens, visibly, and satoru delights in it. he doesnât leave, though, and for a second satoru wonders if heâs really intoxicated enough to come closer âÂ
but, sure enough, all he does is stagger a little. then he walks away, grumbling under his breath, hands in his pockets.
and satoru isnât satisfied, with this conclusion. not in the slightest. he wants to run up to the man, wants to hold him up by the throat, wants to tell him off. because he has the nerve to terrorize someone like that, stalk them with intentions he knows canât be anything but revolting. the nerve to do that to you, of all the people in the world â
satoru doesnât know if heâs hated anyone quite as much.Â
and a part of him wants to make him cower. make him fear for his life, just to make sure he never does anything like this again. leave him with a fear so great itâll linger for as long as heâs alive.
(and a more animalistic side of satoru, one he doesnât want to acknowledge, wants to do things that are much, much worse.)
â but you come first. without question, and without exception. he refuses to leave you alone, and refuses to make you look at the man for even a second more.Â
so heâll focus on you, entirely.
he can tell youâre still shaken up, heartbeat pulsating against him, little flutters of life prickling his skin. thereâs a desperation in the way you hug his waist, like he could disappear at any moment. like heâll slip away if you donât keep him close. the sight tugs at satoruâs heartstrings.Â
his first priority is to soothe you, always and forever. so thatâs exactly what he does.
satoru smiles. itâs small, in the wake of the situation, but awfully sincere. fingers reaching down to trace over your jaw, he gently urges you to look at him; when you do so, hesitant, he cups your cheek with his palm.
your teary eyes feel like daggers to his heart, an unmistakable proof of his failure. his failure to protect you, to keep you safe and happy. but at the same time, heâs glad, from the bottom of his heart â that youâd let him see you like this. even after everything.
you look very meek, blinking the tears away as you look into his eyes. theyâre bright, and comforting. you wonder if he left the shades at home, if he rushed over here so hurriedly that he didnât think to bring them with him. youâre happy, in any case â the effect they have on you is undeniable.Â
you canât bring yourself to look away, consoled by the flickers of white inside his irises, like fluffy clouds in the blue sky. ever-lasting, never-changing.
satoru tilts his head, smile sweet and understanding. âthat was scary, hm?âÂ
his voice is tender, somehow so mature. like heâs some older, wiser being, comforting a scared child. itâs so soothing, so very grounding.
squeezing your eyes shut, you can only bring yourself to nod, as you nuzzle back into his chest.
âyouâre okay now, honey,â satoru coos, smoothing down your back as you sniffle. an immense softness seeps through his whisper. âiâll always be here to protect you.â
thereâs a truth to the statement, heavy and pious. like an oath, a pledge, something for you to believe in unquestioningly. you allow yourself to soak in the words, knowing them to be true.
youâre safe, now. thereâs nothing to be afraid of anymore. satoruâs here, and heâs hugging you, pressing kisses against your shoulder.
but you just canât stop crying.
when you speak up, your voice is weak, barely above a whisper. close to breaking apart at the seams. too tired after everything to resist the guilt inside your veins, you sniffle, and part your lips.
âiâm sorry i yelled at you.â
satoru stills.
then, his gaze softens, considerably. he hears himself coo, softly, palm smoothing down the back of your head.Â
his sweet angel. apologizing to him, when heâs the one who started this whole mess. when youâre still so shaken up. because he let you leave the house angry, because he made you angry in the first place. because he didnât see how important the discussion was to you.
(âyouâre not even listening.â)
yeah. he wasnât. he didnât really want to.
an acute sense of shame. an intense guilt. thatâs what heâs been trying to push down, all this time. thatâs the unnamed something.Â
itâs hard for him. to be as sincere as you, as open with his feelings and emotions. as mature. because even in a situation like this, you can swallow your pride and frustration, and apologize. even when you arenât in the wrong. youâre always the bigger person, always the one to give in first, because heâs too stubborn to do so himself.
next time, satoru pledges, he wonât let you. next time heâll be the one to swallow his pride.
because, yes, being vulnerable and admitting that he was in the wrong makes him feel a little like heâs being skewered alive â but youâre important to him. he loves you. and he wants you to know how much he trusts you, how special you truly are.Â
if he can show you that, by being a little sincere, a little serious, then any discomfort he feels in the process is a small price to pay.
satoruâs lips meet the crown of your head, as he encircles your smaller frame, arms reaching around your neck to pull you close. he rests his jaw lightly on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. âyou have nothing to apologize for, baby.â
a pause lingers between the words heâs already said and the ones he yearns to say, but canât seem to pull out from within his throat. it takes effort, to squeeze them out; but every time he replays your own apology in his mind, it gets a little easier. he squeezes you lightly before opening his mouth, as if to give him strenght.
âiâm sorry.â
you blink.Â
for once, satoru sounds sincere when he apologizes â almost painfully so. bordering on something you think may be nervosity. you try to look up, to catch a glimpse of his expression, but he keeps you hidden in the crook of his neck.
âi was being immature,â he continues, sighing. you donât know if youâve ever heard satoru sound so uncomfortable. âyou know how bad i am with this stuff. but i never want to â you know.âÂ
he makes a gesture with one of his hands, as if that will say the words for him.
ââ i didnât mean to upset you. honestly.â satoru inhales the cold air, in hopes itâll make him more honest. âyouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
you listen. intently, not missing a word, not a single tilt of his voice. it all sounds so genuine, almost foreign on his tongue. satoru seems to be trying to find the right words, grumbling a little under his breath.Â
heâs cute, like this. kind of awkward, but that only makes him cuter. you nuzzle closer to him, comforted by his very existence.
â⊠iâll work on it,â he whispers, at last. âiâll listen to you. i promise. i really, really will.âÂ
you think satoruâs voice wavers, just a little, when he says his final piece.Â
âso please donât cry.â
this time, satoru doesnât stop you when you attempt to lift your gaze, loosening his arms around you and raising his head from where it rests on top of yours.Â
your eyes meet. satoru is smiling, weakly. he tilts his head, looking at you with something you could only ever describe as love.
âokay?â
such a lovely smile. so painfully genuine. his eyes are on full display, shining in the dark of the night, like splotches of moonlight. like someone stole the moon down to earth, and carved out little pieces to put in his irises. an ethereal hue.
heâs so gorgeous. hair just a tad messy, tousled from all the running he did to get here. cheeks a little red from the cold. when he smiles, his eyes crinkle. but he looks almost pained.Â
(he was so, so worried.)
blinking away the tears clinging to your lashes, you simply stare, entirely mesmerized by the sight. satoruâs thumb goes to wipe at your glassy eyes, smoothing away the drops that threaten to fall. you want to engrave his expression into your memory, so you can never forget it. but itâs just a little too much.
so you hide in his chest, once more. the word that falls from your lips is tiny. âokay.â
satoru smiles, kissing the top of your head with a relieved exhale. bathing in your presence, still reeling from his show of vulnerability. he feels a little like he just cut himself open, let you peek inside his ribcage. the night air stings his skin.Â
but youâre so warm, hugging him tightly, breathing and heartbeat finally relaxed.Â
(he doesnât mind it, not if itâs you â having you look inside his chest. if you asked, heâd let you build a shelter there. right between his fourth and fifth ribs.)
now that the words are out of his throat, they donât burn at all. satoru feels a little silly, for being so scared to say them out loud. he knows youâd never use them against him.
all you do is snuggle closer, as if silently conveying your forgiveness.
you stand there for just a little while longer, wallowing in the tender atmosphere. finally, satoru makes a move to leave, and you begin to walk back home.
âsure youâre okay now, baby?â
you nod, exhaling a flurry breath. it turns into vapour in the cold of the air, drifting up and dissipating in the expanding starry sky. âyeah. thanks for coming so quickly.â
âof course,â satoru only says, choking back a yawn.Â
your hands are intertwined, and heâs halfheartedly swinging them back and forth. it soothes your anxiety, and satoruâs protective instincts. you know neither of you will slip away, like this.
you shiver a little, subconsciously inching closer to satoru to protect you from the harsh bite of the midnight breeze. he notices, giving you a glance and a tilt of his head. âyou cold?âÂ
âjust a little,â you mutter, smiling weakly as you look up at him. âiâm fine.â
satoru huffs. did you really think heâd be dissuaded by such a weak retort? thereâs no way heâs letting you walk around all cold and shivering.Â
so you come to a standstill, as satoru begins to shrug off his coat. he refuses to let go of your hand for even a second, making the process slower than usual â your heart flutters a little, as his fingers curl around yours, delicately.Â
when he finally gets it off him, he wastes no time in draping it over your shoulders. itâs big on you, warm and soft, shielding you from the chilly air. satoru canât help but giggle sheepishly, as he always does at the sight â you look so cute.Â
âcâmon. letâs go home,â he grins, ruffling your hair teasingly.
satoru doesnât feel cold, not in the slightest, as he holds your hand tightly. just your presence is enough to warm his bones to the marrow.
the silence between you is comforting and soothing, as you continue to walk. hand in hand, admiring the starry sky. youâre both too tired to speak â but satoru does so, anyway.
âi meant it, yâknow.â satoru sounds sleepy, but earnest. âi really will work on it.â
he doesnât look at you when he says it, yawning softly and stretching his free arm. gaze fixed on the morning star.Â
âoh.â you pause, squirming a little. sheepish. âthank you. iâm sorry that i â i mean.â a sigh. âi probably overreacted a little.â
satoru shakes his head, waving off your guilt. ânah. youâre right. i never want you to feel like iâm not taking you seriously.â
his gaze meets yours, tentatively. his eyes shine like wedding rings. âyou mean a lot to me.â
the sincere words manifest themselves as a heavy pressure to your chest, closing in on your heart as if crushing it. itâs a pleasant sensation, though, overwhelming as it is. youâre a little scared that your knees will buckle if he keeps this up, but even if they do, you wouldnât want him to stop â satoruâs love is terrifically overwhelming when thereâs nothing to hide it, when itâs just love and nothing else.
but youâd never reject it. youâd let it crush you to death with a smile on your face.
all you can do is avert your gaze, afraid that youâll fall into the blue sea of his eyes if you donât. heavy thumps of blood resound in your ears as your heart beats, warmth spreading throughout your entire body.
â⊠you mean a lot to me, too.â you echo, holding his hand just a little tighter. warmth rises to your cheeks. âi just felt really frustrated, i guess. like you were looking down on me. i know you werenât actually, though.â
satoru chews at the inside of his cheek, almost anxiously. âi know i can be a little much sometimes,â he says, tasting the words on his tongue. âand i appreciate you for putting up with that. iâm sorry i let it go too far. iâll be more considerate.â
your heart stutters in your chest. youâre not sure what to say â the way he forms his words makes them feel so absolute. and you believe him.
âiâll be more considerate, too,â you echo, looking down at the pavement. âi shouldnât have blown up like that.â a pause. you mumble, quietly, a little embarrassed. âi shouldnât have told you to go fuck yourself.â
satoru breathes out an amused huff, chuckling lightheartedly. his eyes carry a teasing glint when they meet yours. âi probably deserved that. no worries.â
âstill,â you pout. satoru giggles.Â
âweâll both work on it, then,â he hums, tilting his head to find your gaze. âright?â
you blink. a small smile breaks out across your face. âright.â
satoru swings your hands back and forth, looking awfully happy with himself. youâre proud of him. really.
âoh ââ he says, breaking the sleepy silence once again. âand iâll stop leaving wrappers around, too.â
this time, youâre the one who huffs out an amused breath. âthank you,â you grin, looking up at him. he thinks the sight is terribly precious.
a yawn leaves your lips, drowsiness sneaking its way into your bloodstream. youâre not sure if itâs due to the dark, or if youâre just a tad exhausted after all the arguing and panicking.
satoru notices, and gets an idea.
âyou tired, baby?â he coos, eyes teasing but soft around the edges. âdâyou want a piggyback ride?âÂ
when you give him a look, sleepy and kind of exasperated, satoru grins. you huff out an amused breath, just a tad embarrassed, but it only spurs him on.
so he crouches down, one knee meeting the pavement, letting your hand slip from his. you blink, tiredly, at the loss of contact. you canât see his face, but you know heâs wearing that lovesick, smug little grin of his.Â
âcâmon. your big, strong boyfriendâll carry you.â
satoruâs feeling playful, you can tell. thatâs usually a bad sign â but you canât deny that youâre tired. and the prospect of getting carried all the way home is eerily tempting.Â
your gaze falls on his back, and his broad shoulders. silently, you walk towards him, and wrap your arms around his neck. satoru holds you up by your thighs, and then stands up, jostling you a little; he does so without a hitch, and youâre reminded of how strong he really is. his grip is secure, and you trust him not to drop you, no matter what.Â
you let out a content sigh, basking in the chill of the midnight air as you nuzzle your cheek against his soft hair. satoru chuckles.
âmy sleepy lilâ sweetheart,â he coos, voice a tad raspy. âlucky thing youâve got me, huh?â
thereâs a softness to his voice, despite the teasing tilt obscuring it. you can only huff out a breath, somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff, and cling to him tighter.
satoru will get you home safe. he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and he can be bad with emotions â but you can always, always trust him on that.Â
so, with his coat shielding you from the chilly air, and his back warming you up as he carries you back to your apartment, you allow your eyes to flutter shut; enjoying the cozy feeling his presence brings you.
heâll always be there when you need him.
#NOBODY LOOK AT MEEEEE i was having a gojo moment ok.#i just think hes. the perfect man. a silly goofy princess 98% of the time but when u need him to be there hes so comforting n secure.#i Need him.#also obsessed w the idea of gojo only calling u âhoneyâ when hes being particularly sincere like that does smth to me man.#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo x reader
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if aguefort is the big bad next year weâre all so fucked. the twenty levels of dnd donât apply to him. heâs beyond the system.
#it would be so perfect#heâs just silly#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#dimension 20#d20#arthur aguefort
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hey there! sorry to bother again, but I was in a animating mood, so I ended doing a short animation of Machete for practice. It's kinda messy since I havent done that for a while, but hope you like it!
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#HOLY MOLY#it's genuinely unfathomable that people are willing to put this much effort into my characters ;_; you're wonderful I don't deserve it#he's so expressive in your style#an exasperated eye roll#what has gotten him all peeved this time#I don't know animation terminology but I love the squash and stretch (?) on his face#especially his eyebrows#and the (I don't know what to call them) eye bags? facial wrinkles? they're really selling the âfor the love of god not this againâ look#the final frame is just golden#perfect squinty frown mwah#also appreciating his silly little opossum teeth#it's beautiful I've looked at this for five hours now#thank you so much!#gift art#pouletpourrisoldblog#own characters#Machete#âsorry to bother you againâ bother me??#if you take the time to create something like this I'm putting you in my will
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it's poinkie !!
#it's binkie bie!#it's pingy!#it's pink!#pinkie pie#pinkiepie#my art#mlp#sketch#my little pony#horse#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp fin#it's pony pie!#it's picky pee!#it's pimky!#pinkie redesigns are so HARD cause shes already perfect#genuinely struggle to make her look too different cause shes just so good already#EDIT: IMPRTANT NOTE#the bracelets on her back left hoof are silly bandz
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maybe they can make it work after all
#.png#qsmp#qsmp purgatory#qsmp slime#charlie slimecicle#qsmp mariana#el mariana#slimeriana#fliporiana#fanart#now why is this genuinely one of my favourite things iâve ever drawn#iâm so happy with how the lighting turned out :D#it looks almost exactly how it did in my head that like never happens#not perfect but. iâm happy with it#slime still looks silly though. iâm sorry i just had to keep the mask#ALSO did decide to change how i draw the code corruption#bit less obtrusive this way#and i think it looks cooler
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Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.
#Mouthwashing#blood#body horror#Emphasizing here that this is in reference to a media and character and not a cry for help on my end.#Mouthwashing is one of those games that tickles my brain and checks all the boxes for my niche interests -#-but it wasn't something that got the silly comic part in my cortex firing up. My analysis brain is eating well though!#What said...It is impossible for me to see this scene and not say out loud: âMe in the middle of my work day".#While there is a lot more going on with curly I personally resonated a lot with his struggles with burnout.#Burnout feels like mouthwash to me. That you keep rinsing out your mouth trying to get rid of the rotting smell#but it's just surface level solutions. The real cure requires something far more significant to actually make a difference.#The job 'is hard' and 'everyone struggles'. It's part of the process right? You're tired? Anxious? Depressed? Us too! Chin up!#Actually I resonated with a lot of things within Curly (this is a curly positive space - he's not perfect. He's just human).#One thing being his desire to see the good in people and believe in their potential.#Because here's the thing. Some people truly do just need someone in their corner who stands by them so they can grow and improve.#And some people will take advantage of your kindness. You focus so much on their humanity while you stop being a person to them.#The horrifically toxic relationship persists because Curly tries to see the bigger picture and believes in the good within.#Anyone who has lived through constantly trying to reframe the hurt as something else knows-#-just how many excuses your brain will make to avoid cognitive dissonance. It's human psychology.#Jimmy sucks so bad. But we the audience have the privilege of not having years of baggage associating him in our minds as 'friend'.
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Our Flag Means Death 2x5 | Stede listening to Ed's fishing story đ„č
#ofmd#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#our flag means death#ofmdedit#ofmdsource#ofmd gifs#ida.stuff#ofmd 2x5#they're both so fucking adorable here i can't take it#stede just being perfect boyfriend material adoring his man's silly story#help me#stede bonnet#edward teach
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weâll meet again
#doctorsiren#gravity falls#the book of bill#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#weâll meet again#music#ukulele#video#i was just trying to record this to be silly but I ended up having to record it like 14 times đ#and I have things to do so I had to go with the least bad take HAHA#itâs not perfect but đ€Ș#also yeah I added those lyrics myself :3#and that paint bottle is the shade âSunny Dayâ haha#also small sneak peek of part of my costume I suppose teehee (thereâs a lot more to it but yeah yellow vest)#dude I KNOW some of my roommates are home#poor them just having to hear me playing this over and over and getting loud and dramatic HUIDHDIU#haha *bill* meet again
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couldn't stop thinking abt how much this pic reminded me of a rennaissance painting so. decided to take matters into my own hands
#the lighting. the composition. the everything#truly a perfect image#could definitely work more on this but i cba TBH i just wanted to get this out bc it was plaguing my mind#my art#tennis#atp#laver cup#laver cup 2024#tennis fanart#casper ruud#grigor dimitrov#flavio cobolli#carlos alcaraz#laver cup is quickly becoming my fave tournament this was so much fun i love the silly team vibes#LETS GO TEAM EUROPE!!!!#can't wait for next yearrrr
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just finished xo, kitty and am waiting for Min Ho fanfics
#i could do better than Madison#i could do better than kitty#whyâs he so cute#waiting patiently#hes perfect#hes so silly#pls just write something for him#hes my comfort character#hes so bbg#min ho#xo kitty#to all the boys trilogy#netflix#min ho x reader#sang heon lee#xo kitty x reader#netflix x reader
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okay an absolutely deranged and downright ludicrous thought but i am just,, giggling so badly to myself at the thought of mr. reca rating your sexual performance out of five stars literally every single time you engage in anything intimate with him.
and itâs not just a single, simple âfour starsâ; itâs a whole goddamn critics review as if he is analyzing and dissecting a film; what he liked, what he didnât, where you shine, where you could improve, techniques he believes were âoverusedâ, methods he thinks you couldâve incorporated to make things more exciting, interesting, or unpredictable, the pacing and rhythm, suggested approaches for âfuture performancesâ, etc etc etc.
he may even encourage you to do the same to him, tooâconsistently and constantly dedicated to ever-improving his art, he wants to hear your feedback, he wants to incorporate your criticisms, and he wants you to do the same. these physical acts of love are, after all, tiny masterpieces your bodies and souls come together to create, and no two are exactly alike; thatâs something special, thatâs something magical. they absolutely must be taken seriously and treated as such.
#mr reca x reader#mr reca x you#mr reca smut#this is killing me because he really does seem like the type to do shit like this#and not just with sex but with ANYTHING#like as a character he borders on *silly* enough that i rly do think this is a possibility#or at least not super far-fetched#now obviously with youâhis lover and the light of his lifeâhe would be less scathing than he is on set or when dissecting a real film#but he is 100% using his sugary sweet condescending voice#just so fucking patronizing with his cooing suggestions#syrup dripping off his words etc#anyway sex as a collaborative art form!!!!!!!#and he is *constantly* striving for perfection#inky.reca#clariâs crack thoughts
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Hey, thanks for going through all that to save my life, Stan.
Dude, you're my best friend. I don't want you to die until I do.
đđ @judgedarts did this incredibly gorgeous page for me for my two most favorite dudes everrrr đđ
#south park#sp style#waaaaaauugghhh đ€§ i love stankyle soooo much!!!!!#judge did such a touching and beautiful job creating this piece likee its filled with so much love and fun from the show but also!!#w some of my fav personal silly little things and its just so lovely and captures the sbfs relationship really well ;;#esp love the little giggling guys sm it reminds me of my fav stankyle moment from the christmas ep đ„ș!!!!!!#danish kyle + hemp hat stan are some of my fav alt looks for them and im soooo happy to see them together; stans face is so cute!!#my melody & kuromi stankyle are SO much fun!!!! they look perfect ^_^!! đ©·#đđđ my heart is filled with so much love<3
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now who was in charge of that tree
#IT'S SO PERFECT??????#surely that's not just an unfortunate accident IT'S TOO PERFECT đ im fuckign#d 16#is this why he started being silly and committing multiple mass murders đ#i would too wtf#a personal vendetta tbh#transformers one#transformers#tf one megatron#megatron#tf one d 16
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