#sally peck

[book-o-scams]

NEW EDCAST OUT NOW! This week Sally and Kevin revisit 'Nagged to Ed', the first time the Eds ever met the Kanker sisters!

[wazowatt-blog]

Happy Valentine’s Day everybody !

[mariocki]

Man in a Suitcase: Day of Execution (1.3, ITC, 1967)

"I feel awful, just awful, leaving you like this."

"Ah, don't feel bad, it's... it's my business."

"Yeah, I know, but -"

"But what?"

"What're you gonna do?"

"I'm doing it."

[cultrise]

THIGH RIDING. SAL FISHER

☠︎︎ CONTENTS NSFW, riding his thigh near the lake, sal being touchy, clothed clit rubbing ᵎᵎ wc 1.1k

ᵎᵎ check the mlist for kinktober here !

being in nockfell was often too much to handle, especially now that the cult’s activity was dormant. it all puts too much stress on your little group, especially with college work dropping in like a storm.

that’s exactly why you and your boyfriend, sal, decided it’s better to go on dates to wendigo lake, where you can enjoy the quietness of nature. just you two, a blanket, some snacks, his guitar and the night sky was enough to get you in a good mood and raise your spirits again. however, this night was a little bit different. even though the cute date sal had prepared did put you in a good mood it also made you needy for his touch, wanting to feel him closer.

as the sun went down, your small discussion had turned into a makeout session as you straddled sal, his back pressed against the bark of a tree. his mask was thrown somewhere on the blanket that was under you, even if he had protested against it. even after all these years, he was still self-conscious about not wearing his mask, sometimes even with you.

it’s not that you didn’t understand it. to sal, even if he had accepted his accident and condition, his face still held a grand amount of trauma and he still felt afraid that you might see him one day for the ‘monster’ that he was. your heart always ached as you heard him say that.. how could the sweetest person you’ve ever met think that about himself? it was beyond you.

you did everything in your power to reassure sal about his aspect as the years passed and now you were happy to say it mostly worked. he had grown much more comfortable, often having his mask off when your friend group gathered for movie nights and hangouts at your shared house or the apartments.

“wait…” sal muttered as he pulled away. you could see his scarred cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, giving his pale skin some colour. you had two hair ties on your wrist, ones that you got after taking out sal’s pigtails so you could play with his hair as you kissed him. your hands rested on the sides of his face.

“what is it?” you looked around, thinking he had heard something in the woods surrounding the lake. sal’s fingers dig into your waist and you turn around to face him again.

“what if someone comes by? maybe we should stop…” sal’s blue eyes look into yours as you smile in relief. you twirl a strand of his hair around your index finger, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

“do you.. want to stop?” you ask as you keep caressing his face. sal’s ears turn a bright red as he exhales sharply, fingers tapping on your lower back.

“no…” he whispers softly, smiling as he hears your chuckle ring in his ears. his eyes soften, lips finding yours again as he pulls you closer, enough so he can press his torso on yours. your hands pull his hair slightly, making sal groan and deepen the kiss.

the calm breeze blew against your faces as the lake’s water glistened in the moonlight. sal starts to grow touchy, hands pulling at your hoodie and caressing your thighs. you feel the heat surge through your whole body, now aware that it has been a long time since sally had touched you. you realise how needy he is acting in return.

to test the waters you decide to slowly grind your hips against his thigh, just in case he asks you to stop. that was proven to be useless, however, when he decides to push his knee upwards into your cunt, eliciting a choked moan from you. you pull away from the kiss with a gasp as your eyes meet his.

“don’t stop.. it’s okay….” sal reassures softly as he pecks the side of your chin, guiding your hips with his hands. you bite into your lip, pressing your cheek to the side of his head as you stabilise yourself by placing your palms on his shoulders. you soon realise the reason sally wanted to stop kissing you was because of the growing boner that was now pressing against your legs.

as thin as his thighs are you can’t help but whine as he flexes them, wet kisses being applied to your neck as you continue to grind your hips faster, harder, pushing yourself down on him “shit.. sally…” you mewl against the shell of his ear as his body shivers, his nails digging into your skin.

“i know… i know, baby..” his comforting voice goes straight to your heated core and you bite the flesh of your lip again. if you keep doing it, you might draw blood. who cares, anyway? it felt way too good to stop and for some reason you were now the shy one, afraid to make any noise. you knew sal loved hearing you, but you also knew he understood, that he didn’t mind. that all he was chasing was getting you off. and hopefully getting himself off too afterwards, since realising how desperate you were for him.

it doesn’t take long for your legs to start shaking as he starts rubbing your clit through your pants, the circling motion and grinding of your hips making your head spin as you hugged his neck. all sal does is hum contently, trying to ignore his own needs as he tries to help you relieve some stress.

“feel good?” he whispers as he kisses the bare space between your shoulder and neck, sucking a love mark into it.

“mhhmm.. yeah” you breathlessly say as you take a handful of his hair, making him smile. sally knew he wasn’t necessarily a catch, especially in bed. but knowing he got you acting like this was enough of an ego boost.

the kissing, soft praises and grinding all start to become too much for you and you end up cumming in your underwear in minutes, shivering against your boyfriend. as a reward, he makes sure to give you plenty of gentle kisses to your face as you pant “you did so well” sal muses as you look around.

“can we go home? i need you” you almost beg as sally smiles, fixing your hair.

“i think todd and neil are out tonight..” you smile at sal’s insinuation, lips ghosting over his before you pull him into a kiss. never before had you hurried so quickly to gather your belongings and leave the peacefulness of the lake to go back home and spend the night in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

[norrizzandpia]

Caught (OP81)

Summary: Y/n’s and Oscar’s fun in his room takes a surprising, awkward turn very quickly

Warnings: a heavy make out, a conversation about condoms and aftercare

When Harry Met Sally played on the TV as Y/n and Oscar laid tangled together. The house’s usual commotion gone with his parents out to dinner and his sister sleeping over at a friend’s house, the couple got to bask in a peaceful moment amongst the usual chaos. Her hands rested under his shirt, against the warm torso, while his trailed up and down her back. Y/n’s eyes weren’t even on the TV as her head laid against his chest and his mind wandered elsewhere, not paying attention to the sappy scene playing out. With nothing to do and only each other, the two thought of a time where they could do this all the time, a period where they were the only residence in a small house.

Finally, breaking the silence, Oscar whispered, “Is this really your favorite movie?”

Sitting up, her hand left his stomach to rest against his chest, “Yeah, always has been. Why?”

He smiled at her lightly, “Because you aren’t watching it.”

She giggled at his observation, “Well, as long as I can hear it, I can see it. I’ve watched it so many times, I can match the dialogue to the scenes in my head.”

His eyebrows lifted, “You have too much time on your hands.”

Feigning offense, she brought her hand to hold his cheek, “Maybe, but I like it that way.”

His smile getting bigger, Oscar pulled her down, so their lips hovered over one another’s, “I like it that way too. Makes it easier to see you as much as I want to.”

He didn’t give her much time to process what he said, or even respond, as his lips met hers in a soft kiss. What was meant to be a loving peck turned into more as she kissed him back and let her hands wandered down to grip at his waist. Oscar’s hand twisted in her hair as he let his tongue trace her bottom lip. Letting her mouth fall open and Oscar access, he slid his tongue further in, exploring what he wishes.

She didn’t feel his hands moving away from her hair down to the hem of her shirt, too entranced by the feeling of his tongue on her own. But, once she did, he was dragging the thin material up and off her body to reveal his favorite bra, a black lace one that left nothing to the imagination.

Relishing in the sight, he flipped her over, his body now topping hers, so he could peer down at what he only got to see. His favorite part, however, was the way she stared up at him, her y/e/c eyes looking back at him expectantly as his hands moved up her stomach to massage her boobs. His mind short circuited as she let out a small moan and he was quick to pounce on her again, his hands keeping at their ministrations as he kissed her with added fervor.

Through her pleasure-filled brain, Y/n pulled on Oscar’s shirt, giving him the telltale sign she wanted it off. Wanting to give her what she wanted, Oscar broke away from her for a moment to tear off the gray, cotton material. He smiled mischievously when her eyes ogled his defined abs. The boy let her stare for a moment more before resuming their previous activities.

Their lips continued to smack together, masking the sound of the garage opening and doors opening as his parents arrived back home.

“Oscar?” Chris yelled throughout the eerily quiet house. Upon no response, he eyed his wife, Nicole, who just gestured in the direction of his room and muttered something about him usually being holed up in there. Following her direction, his footsteps brought him closer to his son’s room. Hearing the fuzzy noises of a movie coming from within, the father sighed in relief at the confirmation his son was, in fact, home like he said he would be with Y/n.

Knocking, Chris opened the door, “Oscar, your mom and I are home. Is Y/n still her-”

His question was answered as his eyes met the horrifying image. His son on top of his girlfriend, both parties shirtless as he kissed down her stomach.

“DAD??!!!??!” Oscar yelped as the couple’s heads whipped around to see his parent. Chris, the poor man, was gobsmacked, having never even seen the two so much as share more then a small kiss. The couple was very particular about PDA and who fell victim to their lovesick touches, so, when it came to his family, both Y/n and Oscar found they were uncomfortable with the prospect of sharing that much. Because of this, Chris stood, frozen, in the doorway with his mouth agape as his son frantically threw blankets around to cover his half-naked girlfriend, thanking God he hadn’t gotten around to fully taking the bra off her.

His body finally kicking into gear, Chris stuttered out an apology before feverishly closing the door and running in the opposite direction of the cursed situation. Running straight into Nicole, she looked up at him with confusion.

“Why are you running around looking like you’re on the verge of throwing up?” She said as her arms folded across her chest.

Images flashed in his mind that he wished he hadn’t ever seen, “Because I am going to throw up.”

Her face turned from confusion to concern, “What? Why? Have you not been feeling well?”

His hands clawed at his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut which only proved worse when all he could see was the memory, “I should have never gone to check on Oscar.”

The words made her furrow her eyebrows as she couldn’t follow his distress. Well, that was until her son came running out of his room whilst shoving a shirt on and chaotically looking for his father. Approaching him hesitantly, Oscar said, “Dad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you guys would be home until later.”

Nicole began to put the pieces together as her child’s beloved girlfriend appeared from behind his door, hair looking disheveled and eyes looking half-dazed. Snickering to herself, she sighed, “Oh, Chris.”

His dad was quick to put up his hands, “No, don’t apologize. It’s okay. You’re 22 and an adult. I should’ve just left you alone since we knew Y/n was here. Just-” His eyes met his son’s, “Next time, lock your door. Even if we aren’t here. Just, please, barricade the door if you have to. I don’t care. Make it so no one can accidentally walk in.”

Nodding quickly, Oscar stood awkwardly before turning around and walking back to his room, pulling Y/n by her arm into the four walls with him.

—

The time read 11 PM as Oscar promised Y/n he’d go get her water because she was too scared to show her face around his house to do it herself.

He tiptoed on the wooden floors before reaching the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting the pitcher out. As he was reaching toward the cabinet filled with glasses, Nicole sauntered in.

Slightly startled, Oscar smiled tightly, already wanting to retreat back to the safe space of his room with his, also embarrassed, girlfriend.

“I’ve been waiting ages for you to leave your corner of this house.” His mom said as she sat herself on the stool closest to him.

Knitting his eyebrows together, he asked, “Why?”

“Because I need to talk to you.” She said immediately.

Putting down the glass and pitcher, he turned his full attention to her serious expression, “Okay, what’s up?”

She held his gaze, trying to breach this topic as easily as possible, “Now that we both know you’re…” She trailed off as she tried to find her words, “sexually active,”

“MOM!” He screeched as his cheeks lit up.

She waved her hand around in his face, “Shhh, your dad’s asleep and God knows how long it took him to get that way seeing as every time he closed his eyes he complained about seeing, and I quote, ‘the horrors of his son growing up’. Anyways, what I was trying to say before you rudely interrupted me,” She gave him a pointed glare, “was that I’m glad you’ve found someone you love enough to share that experience with and all I wish is for you to be safe. Do you have condoms?”

His head dropped into his hands as he groaned, “Mom, please stop.”

“Oscar,” She started, “I’m not going to be one of those moms who refuse to talk about sex with their children because it’s uncomfortable and then have you accidentally knock someone up at the wrong time.”

Seeing her point and wanting to soothe her worrying, Oscar sucked in a breath, “Fine. Yes, I do have condoms which are used.”

She nodded, but didn’t seem satisfied in the slightest, “Okay, that’s a good start. Are you being attentive after it’s done?”

“After it’s done” had him wanting to lie down in his grave and be buried alive as his own mother insinuated him and his girlfriend finishing. But, he persevered, “If you’re talking about…” He scrunched his face up, “like, aftercare then yes. Yes, I am.”

She smiled triumphantly, “Good, Oscar, that’s good. Proud of you.”

He deadpanned, “You’re proud of me for having sex.”

Chuckling and shaking her head, not fazed by the crude topic, she looked at her son, “No, I’m proud of you for being sexually smart. I don’t care that you’re having sex. All I care about is that you’re being safe and not being an ass to a sweet girl.”

He blushed, suddenly shy, “Oh, well…” His gaze flickered to his mom’s knowing grin, “thank you.”

“Oscar, what’s taking you so long. I’m on the verge of death here, baby…” Her soft voice trailed off as she saw his mom present as well, “Oh, hi. I’m sorry to interrupt. I’ll just go back to Oscar’s room.”

Nicole shook her head, already up from her chair and halfway out the room, “Nonsense, I’m already gone.”

And, just like that, she was. The sound of her shared bedroom’s door closing giving Oscar and Y/n the confirmation they were alone again.

“What were you guys talking about?” She asked as Oscar bent at the waist to reach out and pull her into him by her waist.

Snuggled into his side with his hands clutching at her hips, Y/n smiled up at him. Oscar met the eyes of the girl he had fallen in love with years ago as he looked down at her, “Sex.”

Her jaw dropping made him laugh as he untangled himself from her and started walking back to their room, her whispered yells meeting his ears.

“Oscar! What do you mean?” Shuffling as she tried to catch up with him.

Quiet groans left her mouth as he ignored her, “You didn’t even get me my water, dumbass.”

[kaylasficrecs]

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[bomber-grl]

Sal Fisher Affection hc ! ₊˚⊹

Pairing(s): Sal Fisher x Gn! reader

Hes so sweet 😭

As I’ve previously established

I honestly think sals love language would be quality time or words of affirmation

(Definitely words of affirmation)

If you ever had any concern or thing that was weighing on your mind Sal would most definitely reassure you

And successfully at that

I’m sure many would believe being around someone who compliments you all the time would feel insincere and not genuine

But Sal manages to convey his sincerity each time and again

He of course loves spending time with you too

He just loves being around you and just your presence overall

Sal is open with affection and it’s never really bothered him

Well, atleast it was that way when you were friends.

When you two became a couple he’d freeze up and would fluster a bit when being confronted with more romantic gestures

hes still open and willing to receive and give affection

As I’ve stated, Sal really enjoys your company

It’s one of his favorite things and when you first start dating in highschool you guys often spend time in his room and just cuddle there

It became a habit that transcended into your young adult years.

He was of course hesitant when cuddling but soon relaxed and realized there was no reason to be so panicked, he learned that he really enjoyed being in your arms.

When/if you date in highschool then if your identity isn’t what you were assigned at birth and you show pda whether it’s a quick peck on sals mask or a warm hug

(Or if you’re a guy, same as Sal)

Then Travis is your number one hater

He sees that and calls you guys slurs (obviously)

He’s mostly insignificant especially when you poke fun at him and say stuff that riles him up that ultimately drives him away.

The friend group can be a bit teasing at times

Especially when Ashley catches Sal inching his hand towards yours and you intertwining them

Ash automatically forces Larry to look and they’re just so supportive

Same with sinjin- I mean Todd

(Sorry I got that from Twaimz when he played Sally face live 😭)

Even then, you two often hug and cuddle a lot

More often than not passerby’s will see you sitting down with a doting sal leaning his head on you

Or vise versa

Ok so we all know Sal is absolutely reluctant to removing his mask in public

However, in private he feels more comfortable

Especially since you’re not only friends, but dating now.

It was only a matter of time that kissing would come into the conversation

Your guys first kiss would go two ways

The first being planned by the both of you

Or just spontaneous

Either way it’s very awkward yet sweet! 😭

The first way would be when you and Sal were just casually hanging out

His dad was out and that left the two of you guys alone

(I envision your first kiss would be when you’re in high school)

You and Sal had obvious wanted to kiss each other for awhile

And although you’d kiss him on the forehead, knuckles, and on his mask

Mostly because you’d forget his cheek was covered, sometimes not

Regardless, you both felt ready and Sal had invited you over

It was so painfully awkward ngl but regardless he took his mask off and y’all kissed

He was honestly nervous and a bit hesitant cuz although he knew you wouldn’t mind he still couldn’t shake off the feeling that you wouldn’t like it.

He even asked you if it was good enough 😭😭😭😭

The second scenario would be natural except when you forget Sal still has his mask on and you both get awkward especially since you accidentally kissed his mask.

It’s still sweet tho cuz you can actually see him being bashful instead of picking up on it from his voice and body language.

Sal is such a sweet guy and is always asking if it’s fine to hug or kiss you

Not always verbally, mostly stopping and giving you a chance to run away lol

But ofc you never do

I mean, it’s Sal fisher

Cmon now

[nepxnth3]

The pancake incident

Wally x G!N reader

As you know, Wally cannot cook. While Wally was talking to Frank about making breakfast in bed for Eddie. Wally wanted to do the same thing for you.

So while you’re asleep. He tried to make pancakes. Well, that didn’t even well. It was completely burnt, and there was a few missing / wrong ingredients since Wally tried to make it out of memory since he couldn’t find his cook book. He tried to make some more but he some how got the milk on fire.

Yeah… so when you woke up, the first thing you smelt is burnt food, at first you thought the house was on fire and you panicked before Wally walked in with burnt pancakes which were very.. clearly uneatable. “I made them for you, Darling!” He chirped. “Aww thank you, sweetheart.” You smiled. You watched as he sat there and waited for you to take a bite. You grabbed a fork and and nervously smiled at him. Well, you tried to cut it and it almost slipped off your plate, you took a bite and it was like a brink. You chewed it and smile and nodded at him, you just couldn’t break his heart. “It’s good” you smiled, your eyes got teary. It was horrible, there was egg shells, it was hard like a brick, it was burnt and there was salt instead of sugar and an odd texture. I guess your expression said other wise. “Are you okay, you look don’t look alright.” He asked softly tilting his head. “I’m fine” you Choked up, you put your thumbs up. “I just need milk.” You smiled at him trying to choke infront of him again. “How silly of me! I’ll get it for you.” He runs out of the room.

When Wally left the room you got up open the window and threw the pancakes away. Your aim was something alright..Well poor Barnaby was walking by the neighborhood and next thing you know he’s knocked out by brick pancakes when you saw this you immediately closed the window and went back to bed.

“DARLING I’M BACK!!” Wally walks in with a cup of milk in his hand. He neatly sits near you on the bed, he gives you a small peck. “Here it is!. Wait you already finished the pancakes were they that good?!” He smiles, he had this bright look in eyes. “Ehh, yeah they were great.” You awkwardly smiled while he stared at you. You grab the milk from Wally’s hands and completely gulp it. God, you wanted to get rid of that taste. “I’m just thirsty, thank you they were great, Wally.” You grinned. You caress his face, of course he blushes and turns a pink shade before pulling him in for a kiss.

Later that day..

“I wonder what happened with Barnaby, he’s been out for like a few hours.” Julie looks at Frank. “Is that a brick next to him??” Eddie questioned pointing at Wally’s pancake. “Is he even breathing” Sally asked slightly mortified. Poppy just pokes him with a stick. “Omg they killed Barnaby, em’ bastards.” Howdy chimes in. Eddie picks up the black pancake brick and examines it. “Woah what happened?” Barnaby slowly gets up. Everyone one screams in terrors not expecting him to wake up, out of fear Eddie hits Barnaby with the pancake again which knocks him out… again. “God damn it Eddie you knocked him out again” howdy says turning to Eddie. “IM SORRY!” He apologizes.

Author’s note: I am comedy

[daisyblog]

It’s a…

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Gender reveal.

Harry and YN had been for an early gender scan, due it being so close to Christmas and they are going to be travelling back up North for the holidays. 

Their family and friends had sent in their predictions the night before, all trying to guess what baby Styles was going to be. 

Anne: Girl💕

Gemma: Boy💙

Michal: Boy! 

Louis: Girl x 

Lottie: 💙💙💙

Phoebe: 💕

Daisy: 🩷

Jen & Len: Girl xx

Mark & Sally: 💙

Jeff: Glenne and I think Girl!!

Mitch: Boy!

Sarah: Girl xx

Pauli: BABY STYLES IS A GIRL! I think! 

Lloyd: Booooooy!!

Brad: Girl! p.s good luck H😂

James: I think boy! 

Louise: Lux and I think girl💞

Niall: Girl!❤️

Liam: Boy! 

Zayn: Khai says girl x 

In all honestly Harry and YN didn’t mind if their baby was a boy or girl, they just prayed for a happy and healthy little one. 

Once YN and Harry were called into the room, YN laid down on the bed with Harry sat next to her, holding her hand for comfort. 

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked. 

“More than ready!” YN smiled at Harry, who brought their joined hands up his lips and pressed a quick peck to them. 

The room was silent whilst the sonographer moved the probe around YN’s tummy. The sound of a racing heartbeat broke the silence, and YN’s new favourite sound could be heard. Their baby’s heartbeat!

“You have one wriggly baby…they don’t want to keep still for me today!” The lady joked, causing YN and Harry to laugh as they watched the screen. 

“Is everything okay? With the baby I mean?”. Harry asked, something he liked doing at every appointment. 

“If I could use the word perfect, I would.” The older woman smiled. “But I can’t, but honestly your baby is growing absolutely beautifully in there…so keep doing what you’re doing Mama!”. 

Harry gave YN a proud smile, knowing that YN needed to hear that today after having a few days of insecurities. 

“Would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yeah please!” Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter. 

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations Mum and Dad…you’re having a…”. 

---

Originally YN and Harry were going to share their baby’s gender with their families at Christmas. But not wanting to take away the attention away from Louis on his birthday or the younger children at Christmas, they decided they would share the news with everyone at the same time. 

Keeping it simple, YN sent all their family and friends the same photo sharing the news. Both waiting for the reactions!

Louis: 

OI OI!!

I am absolutely buzzing right now! I’m chuffed to pieces for you both. I can’t wait to meet your baby and you best believe I’m going to spoil her rotten! 

Give bump a kiss from her Uncle Lou!! Can’t wait to see you all Christmas. Love you xx

Anne:

Congratulations my darlings. Words can’t describe how proud I am of you both. You really do deserve all the happiness. Thank you for making me a Grandma, but a bigger thank you for blessing me with a precious granddaughter🩷I love you three so much xx

Gemma:

YOU’RE HAVING A GIRL!!

I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE TO A GIRL

I’M HAVING A NIECE!!

🩷🩷🩷

Lottie: 

YEEEEEEEEESSSS! OMG I’M CRYING! I’m so happy for you both💖I can’t wait to meet your baby girl xxxxx

Phoebe:

I KNEW IT!! I’M SO EXCITED!! OUR BABY GIRLS ARE GOING TO BE BESTIES🩷🩷

Daisy: 

Another Niece!💓💓💓I’m the luckiest auntie in the world. Congratulations xx

Mark: 

Another granddaughter💕I am truly blessed. Congratulations!!xx

Jen: 

What beautiful news. Congratulations sweethearts. We are over the moon for you. Love you all xx

Jeff:

A mini YN…good luck H😂😂

Congratulations both! We are thrilled for you and can’t wait to meet your little girl❤️

Mitch: 

Uncle Mitchy can’t wait!! Congratulations both! 

Sarah:

Aww how cute! Congratulations guys!💖

Pauli:

YESSSSS!! WOOOOOO!! 🩷💖💓💕💞

Lloyd:

NO WAY!!❤️

Brad:

You’re going to have your hands full H😂I’m only joking! Congratulations both, amazing news and I can’t wait to meet her🥰

James:

I should have known you were a girl dad H! Best feeling in the world! Congratulations both! X

Louise T: 

TEAM PINK🩷Love ya both!xx

Niall: 

Uncle Niall favourite niece!! ❤️

Liam: 

Wow! Congratulations both, what a lucky little girl she will be to have you both ❤️

Zayn: 

Khai and I can’t wait to meet her! Congrats to you both, FaceTime soon? x 

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It Had To Be You: Epilogue - Wonderful You

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: How would you sum up your love story?

artwork credit @colettebronte

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, oral sex (m to f) cunnilingus. Err, there is also some swearing and soppy stuff, too.

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. This is the little decorative bow I wanted to wrap up this fic up with. If you've seen the original film, you know there are vox pops between 'chapters' where couples tell their love stories. This is my tribute to/explanation of that in this AU. Thanks to @colettebronte for betaing. Thank you again for reading this story, I hope you all enjoy this smidge of filth and humour! <3

When his phone lights up and vibrates on the pillow next to yours for the third time, the name HY flashing bright, you reluctantly realise you have to say something.

You slide one hand down under the covers to shake his shoulder lightly. “Ben…. Ben, your phone…” you stutter, not wanting to do anything to stop the wondrous sensations coursing through your body, but concern overrides your want for pleasure.

“I'm doing some of my best work here, you know…” he protests silkily, muffled against your body, curling his tongue around your clit in a way that makes your knees tremble and goosebumps break out over your limbs.

“Ngggg, fuck, I know you are, baby,” you moan, “but this is the third time it’s ringing, and now you’ve got a big text pop-up saying SOS…” you stumble out.

There is a rustling of sheets, and his handsome face appears, glistening with your arousal in the ray of Mediterranean sun that cuts across the bed. 

“Whoever is interrupting us better have a damn good reason; they all know this is our honeymoon,” he grumbles, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and crawling up over you, pecking a kiss onto the tip of your nose before reaching for his phone. As he does, it starts vibrating in his hand again.

“What?” he answers gruffly, in the way only siblings ever greet each other.

You watch as he pulls a variety of faces that make you giggle, pinned under him, his erection pressed distractingly into your left thigh.

“Hy…,” he groans after a bit, dropping his forehead onto your sternum. “How does any of this constitute an SOS?” he sighs wearily.

You can tell her answer is sarcastic by the strains of voice you hear from the phone as it's pressed against his ear.

“The answer, I'm sure, is yes, we will, and now, will you please leave us alone? We are busy…” he says pointedly. “...That's entirely none of your business,” he adds curtly after a beat.

You can easily surmise she guessed precisely what you are doing, and you chuckle. Benedict tilts his head up and shoots you a laden smirk that has you scraping your nails over the nape of his neck and into his luscious, thick hair, canting your body up into him and mewling softly as a hint.

“I'm hanging up now…” he warns, appearing to do just that as his little sister is midsentence.

“What does she want us to do?” you query, turning your head to kiss the flexing bicep that carries his weight as he tosses his phone aside.

He shuffles lower, his lips closing around your nipple, sucking insistently, making you arch under him and gasp.

“She wants us to appear in some documentary she is making,” he explains laconically, his fingers wrapping around the dip of your waist as his breath ghosts warm over the saliva he left, pursing his lips and blowing gently, watching your areola pucker under his attention.

You are rapidly losing the ability to give a shit in this moment but decide to get a little more information before you succumb. “What sort of documentary?”

“Couples talking to camera about their love story,” he hums, swapping to give your other breast the same wonderful treatment.

“She wants our story?” you frown distractedly, slightly non-plussed, running your fingertips along the play of his back muscles as he moves.

“Oh, come on darling, even you have to admit it reads like a film script,” he chuckles, rubbing the tip of his nose over the swell of your breast. “Twelve years, broken relationships, friends, not friends, both of us being idiots for entirely too long…” he trails off as he begins to wind his way back down your body, dropping hot kisses onto your diaphragm and belly.

“Oi,” you protest weakly, “I was not an idiot; I was merely cautious…”

“Sure, my love, a cautious idiot,” he amends, pushing your thighs open around his shoulders unseen under the sheets.

“Fair point…” you concede before crying out as he once again unfurls that magical tongue.

—

“How many couples are you interviewing for this?” you ask as Hyacinth fiddles with a microphone that will be out of shot on the coffee table in front of you.

It is three weeks later, and you are sitting on a two-seater sofa in a nondescript warehouse somewhere in Ealing—a digital camera and lots of bright lights trained on you. It all feels slightly unnerving, making you nervously pick at a tiny fleck of lint on your trousers.

“Oh, about ten or twelve, all sorts of ages and backgrounds,” she elucidates, obviously proud of what she is pulling together for her graduate film project.

“Why did you want us?” you inquire, genuinely intrigued.

“Well, your story is bloody fascinating, and I wanted to have at least one love story from my own family,” she explains. “I tried Kate and Anthony, but they bickered the whole time about what the truth of their story is. Then they started the tonsil tennis. It was too weird, even for me,” she shrugs.

“What do you want us to say?” Benedict checks, attempting to smooth his wayward curl of forehead hair that is always there, doing its own thing.

“Just go with the flow. Be truthful. Say whatever comes to mind; we can always go again,” she answers somewhat nebulously, rounding behind the camera as you exchange uncertain looks. “And ACTION!!” she calls suddenly.

“The first time we met, we hated each other,” Benedict begins.

“No,” you immediately interject, “you didn’t hate me; I hated you. The second time we met, you didn't even remember me!” you argue.

“I did, too! I remembered you! I approached you on the train,” he points out. “The third time we met, we became friends,” he smiles, wrapping a hand around your knee and shooting you a loving glance.

“We were friends for a long time,” you adjoin, nodding, before adding honestly, “Aaaaand then we weren't.” 

“And then we fell in love,” Benedict drawls, his tone laden with affection. “Three months later, and we are married!” he holds up his left hand, proudly displaying his shiny new wedding ring.

“It only took three months,” you nod in agreement, then pause, “well… twelve years and three months…”

“We had a really wonderful wedding,” he comments, turning and smiling crookedly at you.

“It really was,” you agree, grinning back.

“It was great. We had a band with salsa dancing,” he explains, leaning into you fractionally.

“Yes, lots of salsa dancing,” you concur, hooking your chin onto his shoulder as he turns his head fully toward you, you matching his little knowing smile, wanting nothing more than to draw him into a kiss.

“Ok… CUT!!” Hyacinth calls.

“What was wrong with that?” he checks, reluctantly peeling his gaze from you to his sister.

“Urgh, you are as bad as Anthony,” she rolls her eyes. “Let's try again, but this time, you know, maybe a bit more story and a shade less mushy?” she suggests.

“Mushy?” Benedict echoes, his brow knitting. “How am I supposed to talk about my wife, the love of my life, and not be ‘mushy’?” he appends with air quotes, as if what he just said casually is not the sweetest thing ever… and makes you want to mount him instantly.

“Y/n, stop eye-fucking my brother,” Hyacinth sighs.

It’s your turn to whip around to her and look indignant. “I am not!”

“Please…” she withers, arching a single eyebrow, and you slouch down a little, realising you are being entirely called out.

“Okay, fine. But tell him to stop doing the same,” you mumble.

“Believe me, I’m trying,” she answers, fiddling with one of the lamps trained on you. “Now okay from the top,” she says. “I liked it until you got to the salsa dancing bit. Please, let's not cover that; it's obviously a trigger topic for both of your hormones,” she eye rolls.

“What do you want us to talk about then?” he shrugs.

“Tell me more about the very first day you met,” she proposes, then circles her finger silently to show she’s recording again. 

“So it's the last day of university in the depths of Scotland, and both of us are driving to London...” he starts.

“Excuse me, I was driving my car to London; you very much hitched a ride,” you interrupt again.

“Please, it was your mum’s car. And you refused to give me a Malteser,” he disputes, pouting at you.

“Really? It's been twelve years. And still with the Malteser thing? You could have brought your own, you know,” you remonstrate logically.

“And you could have tried not to make me crash into a bus shelter, but here we are…,” he argues back, shooting you a sideways look that is all challenge and heat—it makes you want to strip him bare.

You can't help it; you lean in and capture his lips this time.

“For fuck’s sake, not these two as well,” Hyacinth mutters, head slumping into her hands. 

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hii i hope ur day/night is going good! can please u write a oneshot type fic where sal and reader go to a drive-in theater and are being cutsey idiots in love ? :3

hello hun! Im alright, work has me stressing unfortunately. I’d love to do that for you! Sorry this took so long, I hope you still enjoy!

Crash Into Me - Sal Fisher X GN!Reader

words: 0.7k

“You know, I’m still hurt you wouldn’t let me drive.” You say with a small chuckle, resting back in your seat while your boyfriend pulls into the theatre, one hand on the steering wheel and one on your thigh as he finds a good spot to watch the movie from. “Number one” he starts as he backs the car up slightly, giving you both a good view of the giant projector screen, movie not have even started yet.

“you do not even have your license. And before you say anything, I know Larry has been teaching you on his gross old truck on the dirt roads, but I don’t even trust him to drive.” He says with a soft sigh as he puts the car in park, pulling the key from the ignition.

“For your information, Sally, Larry is a wonderful driver. He has only crashed into three trees and one electric pole.” You say defensively, taking off your seatbelt before slouching into yourself as you realized exactly how much that statement probably only made your argument worse. Sal looked over at you and you could pretty much feel the harsh judgment through the mask.

“fine, whatever.” You mutter quickly, leaning over and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to roll his eye. “I’m much too cute to get my license, for your information.” You say with a sarcastic dismissive wave of your hand, opening the car door, leaning back in for a sec. “Cmon, let’s sit on the roof. It’ll be romantic.” You say with a wink, and Sal dejectedly sighed as he took off his seatbelt.

You carefully hoisted yourself onto the roof of his old car, sitting yourself comfortably as you watched your boyfriend do the same, pulling himself up and sitting next to you, resting his head on your shoulder lazily as you sat back on one hand, the other running carefully through his hair.

You were right, this setup was perfect and romantic. Until about halfway through the movie, when it started absolutely pouring.

You and Sal had rushed back into the backseat of the car, giggling and completely soaking from the rain, leaning against each other as you watched the projector start to flicker, movie no longer visible from the rain pouring onto the windshield. He pealed his soaked prosthetic off of his face, chuckling softly, strands of his wavy blue hair stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face. The smile on your face stuck as you watched in awe of how absolutely lucky you were.

“I wouldn’t call - call that romantic.” He said between laughs, wiping away a stray tear from the bottom of his eye, before properly looking up at you, smile faltering slightly as he notices your staring, tilting his head.

“what’cha looking at?” He says with a smile, and you purse your lips together, the smile on your face refusing to fall as you leaned in, his eye falling to your lips. “Somethin’ pretty.” You responded with a small chuckle, before placing a gentle kiss on his scarred lips, returned eagerly and quickly as his hands scrambled to find the back of your head, pushing you into the kiss further, humming against your lips contently.

You kissed for minutes that felt like seconds, lovingly and completely trapped in the moment, the rain beating down on Sal’s car like music, until there was a small tap on the window right behind your head, making your jump and pull apart, Sal scrambling to find his mask and you rolling down the window slightly to find a tired drive-in theatre worker, draped in a rain poncho with a flashlight. It was only then when you realized that the rest of the lot had been cleared out, and you were the only two remaining.

“Sorry to bother y’all but the movie has been cancelled ‘cus of the rain. I’m going to have to ask you to leave, but you have a.. free movie on us the next time you come ‘round. Have yourselves a nice night.” They grumbled out tiredly and you nodded, rolling up the window as they walked away, looking back over at Sal, who was red as a tomato, prosthetic on the front seat, and you both looked at each other for a second, before bursting out into another fit of giggles.

“stop! Stop it, that - that was not that funny.” You protested, but only through chuckles of your own, climbing into the passengers seat after he climbed into the drivers, still chuckling into his palm, nodding. “You’re right - I’m sorry, I- no, that was unbelievably romantic. Thank you my love.” He teased with a smile as he leaned over and kissed the blush back onto your cheeks.

~ twas short, I do admit. But I’m gonna be honest with y’all… no I’m not. ENJOY!

[book-o-scams]

Surprise!  Sally and I are back and starting to record new episodes of our EEnE rewatch podcast.  Danny Antonucci happened to notice it the other week coincidentally, so better strike while the iron's hot, lol!

We don't have a set release schedule yet, it's currently a "do 'em when we can" type of thing, but I'm currently editing ep 2, so we've got a little more momentum this time.

"Sally and Kevin are BACK and reviewing Ed, Edd n Eddy in order this time! Starting of course with the series' pilot, The Ed-Touchables, we begin the podcast once more in a simpler fashion. Help Kevin, Sally and the Eds solve the mystery of the serial toucher!"

**throughout the episode, there are references to early plans for Nagged to Ed also being in this episode; we decide by the end of the episode to not do a double-feature anymore.

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could you possibly do a first kiss scenario with all the puppets, preferably if they made the first move :3 pls n thank u

Of course! Very cute! <3

Sorry it took so long!

@robotoast03

@yuichiroleftarm

🏠 First kiss with WH 🏠

Wally Darling

The two of you had spent the day painting and he decided he wanted to have yours

But it just wouldn't be right to not give you anything in return :(

So he decided to lean up and peck your lips as payment

"Will that do?"

Afterwards he left to hang the painting up (he was just trying to hide his blushing face); leaving you standing in shock

Heavily inspired by this post :) ( I platonically love you @b-o-e )

Julie Joyful

The two of you had spent the day tending to her garden

And of course she wanted to thank you

So she playfully peppered kisses all over your face before ending with one on your lips

She then took you on a picnic with her

You were left with lipstick all over your face but it was totally worth it! :)

Sally Starlet

The two of you were practicing for her next play

She had very sneakily cast you to be her love interest

And it just so happens that the two characters you were both playing were supposed to kiss

"Alrighty! Are you ready?"

She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips

...then Barnaby messed up the scene

"aww.. looks like we gotta do it again dearie"

Did she hire Barnaby to ruin it...? Yeah probably

Howdy Pillar

You were buying some stuff in his shop

Only to realize at the checkout that you hadn't prepared any jokes :(

But you really need this milk...

You have two options

Steal

Explain it to him

Obviously you chose option two...

Nah I'm just kidding, you leaned up and kissed him

Completely catching him off guard

"Well... That's certainly one way to pay"

That was way easier than practicing a joke, your definitely doing that again

Barnaby B. Beagle

I'm not sure if kissing a dog would be very pleasant tbh...

I'mma pass on this one but you do you ig

Poppy Partridge

She's a bird...

And last time I checked birds have beaks..

...I don't think she can kiss you.

Sorry man :'/

Eddie Dear

He had taken a pretty nasty fall

And you decided to help fix him up

You didn't even think puppets could feel pain

But the reaction he had to you stitching him up seemed to say otherwise

Once you were done, you pressed a kiss to his forehead to make him feel better

You had to stand on your tippy toes to reach

Anyway- it definitely seemed to work

He was much happier now :)

Frank Frankly

I was gonna do frank but I can't think of anything

So sorry :(

I might do it in the future tho

[alittlesil]

JPM hearing about your awful ex. How he never made you finish. He’s determined to change that.

i‘m not ashamed of it

James Patrick March x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUEST. it was amazing to write about 😭 i love jpm with all my heart and more and more and more

summary: James found out, that your ex never made you finish in bed. he wanted to show you the true pleasure.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, not proofed, oral (f receiving), a lot of kisses and my favorite man ever

(pic from pinterest)

James was always watching you.

It wasn’t bad: you two were married. You two didn’t hide anything from each other, sharing even with deepest secrets you have. He never overstepped the boundaries, he never was too possessive or something like that. He just had to knew that you were always safe. 

Still, one day something caught his attention.

You were chatting with Sally. As always. It was fun to talk to her, you could gossip about everything even if you had different worldview. This evening was calm and cozy, and how could you contain yourself from spilling the tea with your friend, sharing a glass of wine while talking about your terrible exes?

“Repeat! Repeat his name!” Sally looked at you with a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Grzegorz.” You answered, and your friend bursted out laughing. 

“No wonder he was terrible in bed! No woman could even pronounce his name right, let alone moan it out.” Sally stated, and you both giggled, sipping from your glasses.

James let out a shaky breath.

The time passed, and when it was already a late night, you came back to your and James’ shared room, carefully closing the door behind you. You didn’t want to bother your husband if he was reading before sleep like he always did, but surprisingly, you didn’t find him here. However, when you sat down on the bed to take your heels off, you finally heard the familiar, purring voice.

“Darling! You’re back.” James was standing in the doorframe of the bathroom, looking at you with a slight smirk on his face. he was wearing his shirt unbuttoned, the undershirt peeked underneath it, suspenders were down, a towel over his shoulders. You smiled at him, your heart melted at the such homely sight. “How was your meeting?”

He kneeled in front of you, helping you with your heels, making you almost cry because of your love for this man and his love for you.

“As always, James. Everything was good.” You said, pecking him on the cheek as he stood up. “We’ve talked a lot.”

“Yes?” He murmured, sitting down beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. His dark eyes sparkled with some slyness. “And what were you talking about?”

“About our past.” You closed your eyes, kissing him on the lips tenderly, earning from him a low groan. “Including past relationships.” You said, before pressing your lips against his again, but acting very carefully: you had a red lipstick and definitely didn’t want it to smear. James squeezed your waist.

“And what were you saying, my Queen?” He whispered, biting your lower lip slightly in between kisses. You started to feel extremely hot, and his hands now rubbing your thighs through your dress didn’t help. 

“That everything was terribly.” You breathed out, your cheeks already red. What an effect this man in front of you had on your body and your soul. “I think you don’t want details…“

“Quite the opposite.” James’ hands slipped onto your back, trying to find the zipper of your dark dress. 

“He was selfish…” You whispered out, trying to contain yourself from just ripping up your husband’s clothes right now. “…rude, dumb… never thought about me…”

“What about intimacy?” He purred, and then you suddenly slightly pushed him away.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” It made James smile, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I want you to say it to me.” 

“He never made me finish.”

It was everything James needed to hear. In a few seconds all your clothes and underwear were on the floor, and your husband’s hands were roaming around your body. 

“Let me show you for the thousandth time”, he growled quietly in your ear, hitting your cold skin with his hot breath, making you shiver as he placed his large hands on your waist, rubbing it slightly and gently. “How the real man should treat his woman.”

You melted under his touch, closing your eyes obediently, and James smirked, admiring your beautiful frame and how he always had you in the palm of his hand. No worries - you had him in the same position.

He placed some delicate, soft kisses down your neck, your skin covered with goosebumps. He stopped near your collarbone and turned your head to face him, your eyes fluttered open. A slight blush covered your cheeks, and your husband cupped the side of your face, immediately having you leaning into his touch.

“Let me leave a mark, my love.” He whispered, his black, piercing eyes seemed even darker from desire. Earning a quick nod from you, he tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against your soft spot on your neck, making you gasp in pleasure as he sucked on it carefully. You slipped your fingers into his raven curls, smiling and being aware that the next morning there would be a dark red bruise onto your skin - and you absolutely didn’t mind. James pulled away and kissed your lips hungrily, shamelessly finally smudging your poor lipstick. When you two separated, you admired the view: your beautiful, always neat husband was now in front of you with disheveled hair and with the red shape lipstick around his mouth, smearing onto his perfect thin mustache.

“You have my rouge all over your face…” you reached out to wipe it away from his chin, but he stopped your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it, leaving a mark from your cosmetics. 

“And I’m not ashamed of it, dearest.” He whispered, as his free hand grabbed his towel. “But now, my apologies, I have to wipe it away not to get your whole body covered in it.” 

He quickly cleaned his face, throwing the piece of cloth aside after that and immediately peppering your soft skin with his kisses again, moving lower and lower. Your chest went up and down because of your heavy breaths, when James covered your right breast with his mouth, circling his tongue around your already hardened nipple. It earns a moan from you, and to James it sounds better than any jazz vinyls from his best collection. One of his hands trailed down your body, admiring every curve that you had, every mole that you had, every stretch mark that you had - soon he repeated these actions with his lips, kissing every inch of your body which he worshipped, which he loved, which he was obsessed with. 

“Fragile. Delicate. Ravishing.” He whispered in between kisses, moving lower until he finally achieved your hips. James separated your legs with one gentle motion, and you held your breath in anticipation. Oh, any other day he would tease you until you scream and cry, but not now. He positioned himself in between your thighs, and you could feel his shaky breath on your intimate area. Your eyes closed by inertia when he collected your wetness with his slender finger as his free hand was stroking your thigh soothingly. You gripped a fistful of the bedsheets underneath you as he leaned in and immediately started to eat you out, savouring every drop that you gave him. His soft lips was pressed tight against your flesh, his skillful tongue made you see stars with its motions around your clit. He closed his eyes, moaning into your pussy and sending vibrations which made you arch your back with desperate moans falling down your lips. 

“What a foolish, thoughtless man he was…” James murmurs in between his passionate session with your core. “…not to worship you, not to give you as much as he could and more…”

His tongue slipped inside your entrance and you moaned loudly, leaning your head back in pleasure. Your heart pounded in your chest: after years of endless love with the owner of the Hotel Cortez, you still couldn’t get used to all his passion and skills that he had in bed. You were never allowed to use any toys or to touch yourself - and you didn’t even need it, when you had James. He was always here for you, for your darkest and deepest fantasies, for all of your desires, and you couldn’t ask for more.

He slowly replaced his tongue with his finger, immediately moving it in a painful slow pace, as his lips sucked on your sensitive bud. Your hand slipped into his hair, tugging on it when you forgot how to breath because of his actions, and he chuckled silently, continuing his work. He increased the speed, and you squeezed his head between your thighs when you found yourself on the edge.

“Jimmy, i’m going to cum-“ You warned him, groaning desperately, and he moved his finger even faster, squeezing your soft flesh with his free hand.

“That’s what i’m doing it for.” He purred, his heart couldn’t help but melt when he heard you calling him with this name. Only you could do it.

After a few seconds, you let out a choked moan as you reached your high. From the long growing heating with your husband’s delicate kisses all over your body, with his absolutely master skills, your orgasm was intense. James swallowed every drop of your juices and pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand, as he literally collapsed onto you, pulling you into the passionate and hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, his moustache tickled your face, and you cupped his cheeks. He pulled away with a smug look on his face, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It was vivid.” You whispered, trying to calm down. James snickered, his hand moved down in between your bodies, searching for his belt, as he purred in your ear:

“And it wasn’t all for tonight.”

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a/n: please reblog if you like <3 also live laugh love jpm

[tiredly101]

New Neighbor Part 4

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Summary: Love interest is your role in Sally's play but that means that the main star can't keep up with their calm persona around you because, well, you are you.

Illustrated Au, picture by @ihasnoplann

Its finally the day where the play is being presented, Wally can't help but be nervous. Not because he is going to act, he has done that multiple times before infront of tourists, but because today M/n and him are going to dance and be romantic with each other thorough the whole play.

Worst thing is that Andy, the love interest, was inspired by how M/n is when he is in a relationship! He is basically giving Wally a taste of what it would be like to date him and Wally was starting to get addicted to the taste.

Wally was backstage waiting for the signal that the play was starting, he wondered where M/n was since he still hadn't arrived.

"Hello my darling, I'm not late am I?," Asked M/n making Wally's heart skip a beat. He turned around to say hi to him since he was finally able to talk without stuttering, that much at least, but he stopped dead in his tracks. M/n had his hair down, his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight; his makeup was subtle and at the same time it wasn't but what really left Wally speechless was the red apple earrings he was wearing to finish his outfit. Wally still speechless only shakes his head as an answer for him which made M/n laugh while walking closer to him, only stopping in front of him to lift his face up with his fingers.

"Well you look deliciously perfect my dear~," was all M/n said before letting go of Wally and walk into the stage, Wally following behind with wobbly legs while little hearts danced around his head. He waved them off before entering the stage and reciting his lines.

They finally got to the final scene, the scene where Wally and M/n are supposed to dance and so the dance begins. Soft music plays while M/n and Wally move their hip along the beat, M/n gives Wally the softest of smile and then spins him.

"Well honey, it seems it's only you and I against the world," says M/n softly while looking at Wally before making him spin one last time to put him in the famous dip.

"Seems like it, is that a problem?," Says Wally softly while staring at M/n's eyes before he smiled softly at Wally which caused a blush to appear.

"Not at all," says M/n softly while cupping one of Wally's cheeks. Wally was blushing like a mad man, he knew this scene was supposed to be like this but he can't help but feel sad that he could only get this loving treatment from M/n from his play. He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want the long taste of the relationship he could have with M/n to end.

"Not at all," M/n repeats softly before connecting in a gentle yet passionate kiss, his lips fitting perfectly with Wally's. The curtain closed while they kissed and they could hear the cheering from the crowd. They separated, even though Wally chased M/n's lips as a reaction, and they got off the position. The curtains opened again and all of the cast joined hands and bowed while the public threw roses at them.

M/n's hand lingered on Wally's before breaking the beautiful hold and giving Wally a peck on his cheek with a soft smile. M/n walked away leaving a very love struck Wally on the stage.

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HEYYYYYY IK U MISSED ME<333

Anyways- Sal with a male S/O who can't take the heat so he'll sit on the bedroom floor, shirtless, in some shorts, with a fan, and prob a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

(This is during the summer ofc)

Thank youuuuu<3333

~☆

When Sal saw you in such a position he just froze right then and there and his ears got red.

He wouldn’t deny that you do look REALLY handsome like that and he couldn’t help but stand there frozen in his spot.

“What?” You would ask when you caught him just standing there with his teeth in his mouth, staring at you. “it’s hot as hell in here…” You mumbled as you scooped another portion of ice cream into your mouth gladly. “Aren’t you hot in that mask, Sal? You know that you can take it off around me.”

“N-No, no…it’s—it’s not that!” Sal stammered flustered.

“What? You like the view?” You snickered at him. Sal’s eye(s) widened at your words and he felt his face get hotter underneath the mask.

“No—! I-I mean…uh—“ Leave him alone. He is at lost for words right now. You catching him or guard and is now rubbing it in his face is NOT helping his case at all. You would laugh at him before pulling him to the floor with you and unclipping his below straps and lifting the mask slightly to see his lips, pecking them gently.

“You’re so cute, Sally.” You smiled at him. Sal just hid his face in the crook of your neck. From that point on you to say other floor together while you watched some tv and ate ice cream together while fighting the insane heat.