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kenphobia · 1 year

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AKSHEJ I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! Could be possibly get more yan Wally?? I have like a horrible staring problem and usually make eye contact like a pro when talking to people due to my parents just driving those mannerisms into me lmao how would Wally react to someone with somewhat similar manners to him? Hope you have a good day/night <3333

EYE CANDY!

"And I have a sweet tooth."

summary. wally couldn't help but be interested when the new neighbor also has a habit of staring. i wonder how that turned out? (headcanons / rewritten / see end notes)

contents. too much fluff. one-sided julie x reader because mmmm, funny little fuzzy man is happy.

✦ Staring was something Wally enjoyed doing. He didn't do it out of malicious intent— sometimes, he does but that's a story for another time —but rather people fascinate him a lot. From the way they dress and move to how they interact with others and the environment around them, it sounds a bit silly and weird but it's something he just can't control.

✦ He supposed it was because of him being an artist. After all, he did spent a lot of his time training his eye to focus on every tidbit of detail in his muses. The roundness of an apple's form, the colorful patterns on Frank's vest that doesn't seem to shift along with his movements, the cute little pads on Barnaby's feet— he had it all jotted down in his mind and every one of his paintings seemed reference his friends or the neighborhood.

✦ Or maybe he's just bored, dissociating on random ocassions that he couldn't help but fix his eyes on something. Maybe it was just that, but god was he so happy you're also doing the same thing as him.

✦ It happened during a simple hangout within your friend circle and Wally caught you staring at him. He stared, of course, unblinking as always but you also stopped blinking.

✦ The unprompted staring contest ended after you finally blinked, your eyes tearing up slightly. Wally laughed and offered you his handkerchief to which you gratefully accepted and wiped your tears away.

"Hey, Frank." Julie whispered to her best friend, "What are they doing?" She pointed towards the bench where you and Wally just kept on staring at each other, unblinking and unmoving like mannequins.

Frank looked from the book he was reading, squinting his eyes at you two. "I have... no idea, Julie. Can I please go back to reading now?" He sighed in exasperation, tired from not having a single peaceful moment with any of his cheery neighbors buzzing on and about.

Another puppet plopped herself down next to Julie and Frank. "Ooh, what are you two doing? Spying on the new neighbor again?" It was Sally, giggling herself silly as she nudged the unfortunate Frank's arm.

"I am not spying on them." Frank glared at Sally, his frown deepening. "I never have been and it was mostly Julie doing that since she's too nervous to even approach them."

"I'm not nervous!" Julie argued, her face flushing red. "They're just so pretty and I don't wanna make a bad impression! I know you'd also do the same if you saw a pretty person, Frank." She puffed her cheeks, crossing her eyes as she squinted her eyes at the puppet.

"Ooo, does Frankie have a crush?" Sally's eyes lit up at Julie's words.

Frank quirked a curious brow. "What's that supposed to mean—"

"Hey, guys! What are you doing here?" Eddie's voice suddenly rang through the air as he jogged up to the trio. His arms rested on the back of the bench, pushing his body weight forward as he leaned. "Is that Wally and (Name)?"

Frank immediately stood up, his face flushed for a moment before it went back to its normal grey color.

"Oh, hey Eddie!" Sally greeted, raising her hand up to the mailman who gladly gave her a high five. "Frank and Julie are spying on them!"

Frank's face bursted suddenly in warmth. "Stop lumping me with Julie's—"

"Oh hush, Frank. I know you just as interested as we are. I mean, look at them!" Sally jabbed her hands to your and Wally's direction as if she was presenting a business proposal to the three.

"I think we should let them be, okay?" Eddie smiled, patting Sally's head. Sweat dripped down from his forehead, sliding off his cheeks in a nervous, almost jittery manner. "They're just doing a staring contest, nothing to worry about."

"I mean, that is true..." Julie hummed, pushing her lips in a form of a pout. "Wally really likes staring, and (Name) too!"

Frank shrugged, crossed his arms and leaned on the back of the bench. "Match made in heaven, I supposed."

Your staring competition with Wally came to an abrupt stop when you hear Julie scream and see her tackling Frank to the ground. Sally was cheering for Julie in the sidelines while Eddie is desperate trying to stop them from fighting.

"What in the world—?"

✦ ... Moving on! Wally would never admit it but he does get flustered by your stare at times, especially in moments where he's extremely chatty and he catches you looking at him. Bonus points if you did that little smile that his heart always go kaboom though.

✦ He'd find himself tongue tied and his face burning redder than the color red itself! If you could just excuse him for a moment, he's just gonna scream into a pillow, thank you.

✦ Wally's glad that someone is like him and it reassures him that staring is a common habit people have. Not that he's insecure about it, no! He's proud of his eyes and his staring, he just loves having someone to bond over it. It's the little things that makes it special for him <33

"You know, Neighbor... Your eyes are really beautiful, have I ever told you that?" Wally asked during a little sleepover you two had one day.

"You told me that a long time ago, Wally." You chuckled, patting his head. You gently combed your fingers through his hair, it was weird seeing it down but you wouldn't deny he was beautiful.

"Oh, Ha. Ha." Wally merely said before laughing. "Ha, I see. But they are really beautiful, you know?" He mumbled, snuggling closer to you as he wrapped his arms around you. He closed his eyes and buried his face in your chest for warmth.

"I love you, (Name)."

"I love you too, Darling."

author's note. this was rewritten to be non-yandere since it was barely even yandere in the first place sjshshd but yeah!! this one gets to stay up lol

also this is my entire masterlist, wooe

#writing log!#welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT THE TAGS WHEN POSTING THIS—

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angryschnauzer · 1 year

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In Need Of Help

Summary: Whilst visitng your parents for the holidays you find a present your roommate gave you, a buttplug. Unfortunately for you it gets stuck and there’s only one person you can ask for help; your parents next door neighbour and your dads best friend; August Walker

Pairing: Dads Best Friend August Walker x Female Reader (Slight age difference approx 8 years)

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Age Gap Relationship, Sex Toys, Butt Plug, Butt Plug getting stuck, fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie

Wordcount: 3333

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In Need Of Help

This is not the predicament you had been expecting to find yourself in when you’d made plans to spend Christmas with your parents in the suburbs. The worst thing you could have imagined happening would have been your much younger siblings causing bruises as they excitedly climbed on you - their big sister - instead you found yourself with your phone in your hand, scrolling through your contacts from high school to figure out who you could call as this was a problem you couldn’t fix on your own and was certainly not one you could ask your parents with.

When your best friend handed you your Christmas gift before you’d left, she had a shit eating grin on her face and simply said ‘don’t open it in front of your family’. It was only when you’d been sorting through your bag towards the end of your stay you’d found the forgotten gift and unwrapped it, almost dropping it when you saw the silver plug shining in the discrete velvet box, a small package of lube tucked in next to it. A note in your friend’s handwriting was tucked into the lid; ‘you need to open your horizons’.

“Yeah, we’ll I've got to open my asshole first it would seem” you muttered to yourself, your thoughts interrupted by your Mom as she called up to you.

“We’re going now, enjoy the peace and quiet!”

That had been an hour ago, and now as your parents had taken your younger siblings to their post Christmas gymnastics lesson you’d stayed home, and after a restless half hour of attempting to read or enjoy your other seasonal gifts, you’d found yourself in your bedroom with the plug. You were horny. The walls of your parents' home were thin, so you hadn’t had a chance to use the small vibrator you’d optimistically packed, and had settled down with your kindle and some of the spicy titles you’d downloaded. A brief moment of misplaced confidence and that was how you found yourself in your predicament; the plug was stuck.

At first you’d enjoyed the sensation, having gone slowly with a small amount of lube, but you’d shifted on the bed to get more comfortable but it’d had the opposite effect. Deciding it was time to remove it you’d stretched, twisted and tried, but no matter what you attempted your ass was not giving up its new decoration.

So this is where you were, in need of help. Shutting your phone down you sighed, not a single one of your local contacts was someone who you’d feel comfortable approaching with such a matter, those that had stayed in town seemed the most vanilla type of people possible. You couldn’t even call your best friend as you knew she was on duty as a flight attendant, probably somewhere 40,000ft in the air right at this moment. Standing in your room you glanced out of the window and a thought came to you. Chewing on your lip you considered your options, before pulling your woollen socks further up your legs so your knitted dress covered the tops of them, sliding on your boots and making your way out of the house.

Your parents had conceived you early, whilst they were in high school, and against the odds had made a teen pregnancy work. Married fresh out of high school they had taken turns to go to local community college whilst raising a small child, only expanding their family once you headed off to college, and now you had twin sisters who were almost a generation younger than you. It also meant that the ages of your friends and the ages of your parents' friends would intersect in the middle. One friend in particular of your parents was their next door neighbour, August Walker.

Mr Walker, or August as he’d insisted you’d call him, was smack bang in the middle of the age bracket between you and your parents, and although your father’s friend, he was known to throw a wink at you now and again when your parents weren’t looking. When you’d visited for 4th of July you’d be bending over in a short sundress to unload the dishwasher, when you’d turned around and saw him paused at the door to the kitchen. A smirk and a wink, he’d started to approach you when your Dad had called out to you, and with another wink he’d discretely adjusted himself before disappearing back to the party.

As you crossed the short path between houses you did your best not to slip over on the snow, the last thing you needed to happen was to fall on your ass, especially considering your current ass-based issue.

When he opened the door he briefly looked surprised, before a small smile crossed his face;

“Hi, what can I do for you?”

Shivering on the doorstep you hugged yourself tightly, your shivering more from nerves than the cold;

“Umm… can I come in, please?”

Ten minutes later you were stood beside the sleek marble kitchen island, August pushing a strong drink across the counter for you to take;

“Thanks”

Rather than staying on the opposite side of the island, August circled around with his glass of whiskey before he stood in front of you. Placing his glass on the counter he rested both of his hands on your upper arms, softly rubbing as he spoke;

“Thank you for coming to me with this. You’re a beautiful girl and i wouldn’t want anything to happen to you”

“August, I’m not a girl, I’m 25” you corrected, slightly annoyed that he called you a girl; “And currently have a buttplug stuck in my ass”

“And we’ll get that sorted. Lots of first times can be embarrassing or tricky”

“It’s not my ‘first time’, i’ve fucked before”

He hooked his finger beneath your chin, guiding your head slightly so you could meet his intense gaze;

“I don’t doubt that, I meant the first time with something in your ass” he said with a slight chuckle.

“So umm… how are we… Are you going to do this? Should I just bend over or…?”

Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you to his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head;

“Oh Princess, no. No we’re not. You need to relax, as you’re no doubt wound so tight right about now that nothing is gonna go in or out of that ass”

You let out a sigh, inhaling his aftershave as your face was pressed to his chest, the soft knit shirt warm and comforting. After a few moments you pushed back and looked August in the face, for the first time noticing how his left eye had a little patch of brown in the iris among the icy blue. You were lost in your own mind when you realised he’d been saying something;

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, let's get started”

He slipped his hand into yours but you didn’t make a move;

“How are we going to do this?”

He sighed before stepping back towards you;

“Believe it or not Princess, this isn’t my first rodeo with a lovely young lady being a little over confident with their butt. First and foremost you need to relax, and i don’t mean mentally, i mean physically. You need to relax all your pelvic muscles…”

“Ok…”

“And the easiest way to do that is arousal”

You paused, taking in the reality of what you were about to do

“I see. And you’ll…”

“Help. In any way you need me to”

August had led you through his house to his bedroom which was exactly as you’d been expecting; simple dark tones, dark bedding, low lighting. The windows overlooked the wooded shore of the lake, the opposite direction from your parents house. The sense of privacy was comforting, and yet as August shut the door you felt a sense that you were way out of your depth. Crossing the room he stood in front of you, again resting his palms on your upper arms;

“So, what would you like?”

Taking a deep breath you could feel your voice waiver a little;

“I want you to take charge please, August”

He let out an appreciative hum before hooking his knuckle beneath your chin to turn your face to him before kissing you. What started as a small gentle touch of his lips soon developed into more, and before long your arms were around his shoulders as his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting you as you were pliable in his grasp. He slowly pulled at your sweater dress until it was at your chest, breaking the kiss;

“Lift your arms Princess”

Doing as he told you, he lifted the garment all the way off, taking a moment to appreciate the way your bra cupped your breasts.His gaze travelled further down and smiled at the Christmas print cotton thong;

“Mmm, turn around” he instructed, his voice low

Slowly turning, your socks smooth on the thick pile carpet of his bedroom, when your ass was facing him he rested a hand on your shoulder;

“Hands on the bed”

Leaning forwards a little you set your palms onto the black comforter that was neatly folded on the high bed. You felt as he held your buttocks in his massive hands, warming the skin with his palms before pulling your cheeks apart a little and letting out a long slow breath;

“Now that is one of the prettiest sights i’ve seen”

You let out a small squeak as his hand slid between your legs, his thumb barely grazing against the plug as his fingers worked between your folds, grunting as he found you already soaked. Tenderly his fingers explored your folds, his other hand wrapping around your torso and pulled you up to stand, cupping your chin to turn your head so he could kiss you as his fingers worked between your thighs.

As his fingers pushed further you broke the kiss, panting out as you instinctively rose up onto your toes, your back supported against August’s chest.

“Such a good girl, so wet and tight, your pussy is begging for another finger, isn’t it?”

“Yes August, please”

With another low hum of appreciation he shifted his hand to allow a second finger slide into your eager hole, his breath hot on your face as he worked your body until you were rocking against his hand, eager for release. Your sighs and moans were an easy indication that you were close.

“It’s time to cum Princess, cum for me”

Your mouth fell into a silent O as you came, your hands clinging to August’s strong forearm that sat across your torso, your body shaking as he held you tight and let you ride out your orgasm on his hand.

Eventually he pulled his hand away, and as you turned slightly you watched as he sucked two fingers into his mouth, sucking your slick juices from them;

“Delicious. Now, on the bed, on your hands and knees”

He swatted a light slap on your ass, to which you let out a little yelp before you did as he asked, settling on the high bed, your ass towards him.

“Now, let's have a good look here” he muttered to himself, smoothing his palms over your cheeks to pull them apart and take a look at the prize between them. Hooking your thong panties to one side he tenderly ran his finger through your folds and up to your ass, around the jewelled flared base before grasping it and giving it a little tug.

“Hmm, still tightly in there. How much lube did you use?”

“Just… Just a little bit”

He sucked in air through his teeth;

“Tut tut tut, No, with anything butt related you use a ton of lube. Copious amounts, it needs to be wetter than a slip and slide in a thunderstorm. Stay there.”

You heard him moving around the room before quickly returning to you, his warm hand on your ass again, this time carefully pulling your panties down until they sat around your thighs. The soft click of a capped bottle broke the silence before you felt a cold drip of something viscous land on your ass near to the plug, soon followed by the warm touch of his finger spreading the lube around the base of the plug;

“We’ll need to work the lube in around your little decoration Princess. No no, I can feel you tensing up again, relax…”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one with something stuck in your ass”

“How do you know I haven't?”

You whipped your head around in shock, only to be greeted with August’s now tell tale smirk. Narrowing your gaze you glared at him;

“Kinky”

“Yup. Now get back into position”

He pressed a hand to your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your chest was resting on the comforter;

“Time to get you relaxed again”

With your vision now obscured you could only feel what he was doing, the soft furnishings muting his movements, so you were shocked when you felt something warm and wet slide through your folds, followed by the rough brush of facial hair against your labia;

“Oh oooh god”

August set off at a brisk pace, his tongue working against your cunt to the point you barely noticed his fingers working around the plug, only realising something was amiss when you felt the definite stretch of a finger sliding in alongside the plug. The movement was a foreign feeling, but as his tongue delved further into your soaked hole you started to enjoy the feeling, your moans and sighs increasing until you could feel the start of an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach;

“Please… please, so good, more… please August…”

He didn’t reply, one hand now firmly gripped on your hip whilst the other worked at the plug, his mouth all but buried in your pussy until you came with a cry of his name, shuddering as your body was rocked with a strong orgasm, cumming on his face until you slumped forwards and lay twitching on the soft covers of his bed.

As the world came back into focus you saw August moving at the foot of the bed, a soft cloth in his hand before he pressed it to your buttocks;

“Sorry, there was a bit more lube than we needed”

It took a couple of seconds to register, but when it did your eyes went wide and you stretched a hand to your ass, only to find the unwanted decoration now missing from its prison;

“You got the plug out!”

“Hmmm mmm” he hummed, looking down at you as your hands explored your naked below the waist body, running his own hand over the obscene bulge now in his pants. In a moment of confidence you moved forward, resting carefully on the edge of the bed before reaching a hand out to palm over the bulge alongside his own much larger hand;

“I should thank you for your help” you said coyly, looking up through your lashes as you moved to tug the zipper down.

August cupped your chin;

“Do you think you can handle me? You ever been with an older man?”

“Dude, you’re seven years old, eight at most depending on what month”

He just smirked at your response, instead picking you up and softly tossing you on to his bed;

“Lets apart, I want to see that pussy”

You did as he asked as he stripped, and you were transfixed by his body. Thick with muscle his chest was covered in a thick layer of hair that ran down to his stomach and dick. Speaking of which he was rock hard and girthy, patterned with veins. You licked your lips as you watched him roll a condom down before climbing into the bed.

He kissed his way up your body before settling between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips before he suddenly turned the pair of you so you were on top and straddling his stomach;

“You’re gonna show me just how much of a big girl you are Princess, I’m gonna let you ride me, see how much of me you can take”

“You want me to…?! Oh god…”

Pushing yourself up on your knees you took a deep breath and looked down at the monster standing proud beneath you. Reaching out to hold it you positioned him at your entrance before pushing down, feeling him breach your body. Resting the palms of your hands on his stomach you shut your eyes and rocked up and down a little, easing your way a little further each time until you heard him grunt;

“Doing well Princess”

In a moment of bravery - or perhaps stupidity - you rose and then fell all the way, taking him as deep as you could. Both of you let out curse words as your bodies grew accustomed to the size and tightness, trembling as you urged your body to relax until you were confident enough to start rocking your hips just a little.

“You’re so big August…” you praised, riding him with your eyes closed so you could focus on the stretch and pull every time.

He didn’t respond, and when you opened your eyes you saw his were wide open, jaw slack as he watched where your bodies were joined;

“Your cunt looks so perfect stretching around me. I know you’re struggling to take me, you can do it… ride me Princess”

With renewed vigour and confidence you rode him like he was a pony ride at your 10th birthday, grinding your hips down so your clit rubbed against the root of his shaft, bringing you closer to another orgasm. You felt his hand grip your thighs then hips, pulling you down to meet his upwards thrusts and you could tell he was getting close. You quickly moved your hand to your pussy, rubbing your clit;

“Cum for me August, let me feel you inside me. You needn’t have worn the condom, i’m on the pill and tested…”

He suddenly pushed you up, pulling the condom off and tossing it aside before pulling you straight back down again onto his cock. The groan you both let out as you felt skin on skin filled the room;

“Oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, your cunt feels too good”

Your orgasm surged through you as you felt August filling you with his creamy seed, pumping you full as you trembled around him. As your throes of passion subsided you collapsed on his chest, sated and full.

“It was so good of you to show my girl how to stop that hacker getting into her phone” you Dad said, clapping a hand over August’s shoulder as he stood in your parents kitchen.

After what had happened you’d had to think of an excuse as your parents had seen you crossing the snowy lawn to which you’d had to come up with something quick as an excuse. That was how you found yourself standing in your parents kitchen listen to August make up a very plausible scenario, whilst his cum slowly dripped down your inner thigh.

“Hey, did she tell you she got a paid internship?” your Dad’s question to August pulled you out of your daze.

“No, where is that then?” August asked animatedly

“Some big law firm in the city”

“Oh really?”

“Where was it sweetie?” your Dad pushed

“Syverson, Marshall & Walker Associates”

“Ohhh really…” August nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth

Your Dad missed the expression on August’s face, wrapping his arm around your shoulders;

“Yup, my little girl is all grown up now, playing with the big boys”

August smiled;

“Sounds like a dream come true”

You were completely unaware of just who your bosses come Monday would be.

#august walker #August Walker x Reader #DBF August Walker #Age Gap Smut #Henry Cavill

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hikari-writes · 1 year

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character: konoha akinori [haikyuu!!]

warning: none, just konoha comforting stressed out reader, comfort fluff

words: 1.7k

a/n: yes i am shamelessly promoting my "konoha akinori as the best housemate ever" agenda join my cult 🧍🧍🧍this is for @sugardaddyreo 's "The Home Collab" !!! i literally screamed when i saw the masterlist for this collab i cant believe i got a perfect opportunity to write abt roomie konoha my beloved aojdiwjdie so thank u so much for hosting!!! 🙏🙏 sorry this took a long time 😭😭but thanks to u i had lots of fun making it <3333 if im gonna be honest- i definitely ddint expect itd be this long ---

You didn't talk much with Konoha Akinori. Not that you didn't want to, but it's more because of your clashing schedules. It's weird, considering the fact that you both share the same house, yet you can count with only two hands the number of times you have spoken to him.

Komi had been the one to introduce you to Konoha during your search for a house.

"He could use a roommate or two to divide the house rent with," your friend grinned and you considered that it's not such a bad option. You had never met this Konoha guy before but if he's a best friend of Komi, you figured that he's gotta be a pretty decent person.

And you were right. Well, sort of. You just assumed he was since you never had much interaction with him in the first place, even after 3 months of living together. You hate to admit it, but even after such a long time had passed, you barely knew anything about him besides his name. To say you two regarded each other as ghosts in your own house would sound like an overstatement, but it's sort of true.

With all that said, why was that Konoha Akinori holding your head against his chest, letting it rest there, while gently patting your back?

Let me take you back to a few hours prior to this.

That week had been awful for you. Extremely awful. All you wanted to do after leaving your workplace was to curl up in your bed, and probably cry yourself to sleep. That’s all. But even dragging your body to your bedroom was too much of a work, so instead you settled on lying down on the living room sofa. Did you care that your housemate’s probably gonna see you in your miserable state out in the open? No, rather, you’d thought that he’s going to pretend like he didn’t see it. After all, it’s not as if you guys were close enough for him to inquire about your wellbeing.

You heard the creaking noise of your shared apartment’s door opening. Your face still buried deep into the sofa cushion, you ignored it. ‘He’s home much earlier today,’ you thought to yourself. As expected, you didn’t hear anything afterwards, and you assumed he’d made his way into his bedroom. But when you felt a presence sitting down beside the sofa, you came to the realisation that maybe your assumption had been wrong after all.

A few seconds passed by with no words exchanged between you two. It made you think that maybe you were just imagining things and Konoha wasn’t really there besides you. Not too long after that however, he spoke up.

“Hey…are you alright?”

You could’ve just said yes and let him leave. You could’ve just made up an excuse on the spot, it’s really not that hard. Why would you need to confide in him when he’s just a stranger you’re sharing your living space with? But as soon as he asked that, a million different emotions washed over you in an instant. It’s a simple, and not to mention an overused question, but maybe that’s just what you needed at the moment. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you. He wrapped his arms around your shaking figure, silently comforting you. At that moment, your soft weeping was the only thing echoing throughout the room.

And so, that was what led you to this point. He allowed your head to rest comfortably on his chest while he listened to whatever your problems had been. He was a good listener, and even offered encouraging words to help lift up your spirit. You never expected that, and you must admit that you were impressed.

“Oh right, I almost forgot,” Konoha gently rose up from his seat after he was done talking, and it took all of your willpower to not stop him from leaving your side. Your eyes curiously followed him to the kitchen. He took out a tub of ice cream from the fridge, one that just happened to be your favourite flavour. After he took a couple of spoons from the cupboard, he made his way back to the living room where you were with a grin.

“Thought this might help. It’s your favourite, right?”

You simply blinked at him, stunned.

“How did you know that?”

“We’ve lived in the same apartment for months now, I think I would at least be able to notice this much,” his reply was nonchalant, but it made you feel a bit guilty since you never noticed anything about him. ‘Maybe he’s just really observant…or I’m the one who’s too ignorant of my own surroundings,’ you silently concluded.

You took a spoonful of the ice cream, followed by Konoha, and could feel your heart lightening up just a little at the coolness of the dessert. Konoha began to reach for the tv remote and switched it on, going through a selection of shows that you both could enjoy together. You turned to him when a question popped up in your mind.

“I’ve never seen this one in the fridge before. Did you just buy it?”

He looked surprised by that question, and it took him a moment to reply to it. He coughed once, as if he’s trying to cover up his increasingly red cheeks.

“Well…yeah. Uh…It’s just…I noticed that this week you looked extremely tired. I thought that maybe buying you your favourite ice cream could help make you feel better so… I picked it up on my way home just now.”

He looked away, embarrassed at his own confession. Either he’s really observant, just as you’d concluded earlier, or your fatigue and stress were that visible. Either way, you felt your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. You choked back another sob before softly whispering a thank you. You weren’t sure whether he heard that or not, but from the corner of your eyes, you could see him turning his face back towards you and his hands softly placed atop your head.

A few more minutes passed by, and you could feel yourself calming down from the earlier outburst. With the ice cream tub in your hand and shoulder leaned against Konoha’s, you both continued to watch the show on the tv in silence, minus the occasional funny commentary you both gave towards the characters in the show.

Despite the energy it took off of you for all that crying, your eyes didn’t feel quite sleepy yet. There was still something on your mind. You glanced at Konoha. He didn’t look like he’s about to fall asleep anytime soon either.

“Hey, Konoha?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m..sorry.”

He looked at you with a puzzled look, so you continued.

“For burdening you with my problems even though we’ve barely even talked before. And speaking of that, I’m sorry for not trying harder to close the gap between us….even though we’re supposed to be housemates and all.”

Konoha looked contemplative for a moment before giving you a playful grin.

“If that’s the case, why don’t we start over then,” he replied with an outstretched hand.

“The name’s Konoha Akinori. I'm 24 years old and I work as an employee at a pharmaceutical company. I’ll be in your care from now on, roomie.”

You had to process his words for a moment before taking his outstretched hand in yours, shaking it.

“Same here…roomie.”

Your reply came with a grateful smile that graced your lips. It was the first time he’d seen that bright of a smile from you. He could feel the heavy weight in his chest lightening up. He'd been worried for you ever since he first noticed how distressed you were. Now that he finally saw the genuine smile on your face, he felt relief washed over his entire body and he found himself smiling alongside you.

"If anything ever gets too much for you, well…just know that I'm always here to help. Don’t shoulder them all by yourself.”

He ruffled your hair, messing it up even more than it already was, before standing up from the sofa.

“You should go to bed. It’s late already,” he suggested, eyes still on you. You were about to nod at his suggestion when he grinned cheekily.

“Or if you’re having trouble sleeping, I can help lull you to sleep.”

‘...this little shit.’

You narrowed your eyes at him and racked your brain to come up with a snarky comeback. You stopped yourself when you came to a sudden conclusion.

“Sure.”

“What?”

“I’d love for you to sing me a lullaby. I do wonder what kind of angelic voice you have.”

It was your turn to tease him and his eyebrows squeezed together into a frown. He turned his face away from you, but you could still see his slightly red ears. You then made your way into your bedroom, with Konoha silently following behind you.

It’s funny now that you think about it. Just a few months ago, you were struggling to hold a proper conversation with him. But now, after properly talking to him for the first time for only a couple hours, you could easily tease each other like you’ve known each other your whole life. Talking with Konoha wasn't as stifling as you had feared. The reason you were able to talk to him so casually was also thanks to him making the flow of the conversation so natural. At that moment, you genuinely admired your housemate as the man that he is.

You climbed up onto your bed while Konoha took a nearby chair in your room and placed it at your bedside.

“So you’re actually going to sing me a lullaby?”

“Shaddup.”

He gently slapped a hand on your face, covering your eyes, before heaving a sigh and started singing. It was a gentle tune, and paired with his voice, it didn’t take you long to fall into a deep slumber.

Once he saw your steady breathing, he stopped and took his hand off of your face. With his chin resting on his palm, he stared absentmindedly at your sleeping figure.

‘Did I just earn myself a housemate or a kid to babysit?’ He wondered to himself, gently scoffing at his own question. Right before he walked himself out of your room, he turned his head one last time and smiled.

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Fluff alphabet for Chrollo, but with the letters in “reading”

Chrollo Fluff Alphabet

notes - ANON YOU READ ME LIKE A BOOK! I have been SIMPING for Chrollo lately, so you are just quenching my thirst rn <3 thank you so much love and dont forget to stay hydrated and well!! sending lots of love and hugs :)

based on this post

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think we know how romantic this man is. But since I am the writer, I will go further in depth for you. He loves romantic dinners, wine, late night, all that. Going out at night in the rain just to watch it. He would buy you roses and dancing in the kitchen with you. overall, he shows his love VERY romantically and loves you so so much. Even if it's cliche, it makes you overjoyed

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I would say he is more dominant because he is very protective over you. He literally runs the phantom troupe, so he definitely takes the lead as the dominant one always wanting to protect you and be the one you can look up to

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dancing in the rain, sitting by the fireplace and reading, walking late at night, getting dinner, cooking for you, laying in bed with you to just listen to the rain, talking to you until 3 in the morning, reading the bible to you if you want to hear the stories and his takes on them. As you can see, Tonberry has thought about this a lot... :) But overall, he just wants to be by you and doing romantic activities. Just spending time with you is enough <3

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants a peaceful future with you. He wants to have a future without killing and having to run and be afraid. He wants a small home with just you and him and wants to know that the rest of his spiders are okay and safe. He wants a future where he doesnt want to worry about anything but what he is going to be doing for the day. He wants a future where you are by his side and you are both smiling. He just wants you both to be happy and safe <3

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You were able to convince Chrollo to take life slow. He was always having to rush in life and worry about everything, but you let him slow down and relax. He was also finally able to do all of the romantic things he wished of doing with someone and that made him very happy. You also are very willing to listen to his past trauma and he will listen to yours, so you both have overcome a lot talking to each other like that

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Love, my love, darling, dear, dearest, lovely, angel, doll

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is VERY grateful for you. Friends mean everything to him and become family, as we've seen his relationship with the troupe. When you entered his life, you changed something more in him and made him feel loved all over again. He never felt alone, but when he met you, he felt like there was an empty pit inside of him that filled. For that, he is forever grateful and happier than anyone with all that you have done for him <3333

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watchingovergvff · 10 months

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Sleepyhead- Sam Kiszka

Summary: Sam may be the only cure for your lack of sleep, ( and Rosie too).

Genre: Established Relationship. Fluff.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333

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Dawn pours through the bedroom window, lighting up the space that was once dark. The birds start to chirp, signaling the start to a new day.

Your eyes flutter open once again, not having slept an hour last night. Dark eyebags and a wide yawn graces your sleepless face. You can hear Rosie stir in her kennel, knowing it’ll only be minutes before she wakes the whole house, demanding to go outside.

Sam is sprawled out on his side of the bed, snoring loud within his deep sleep. The two of you start the night, cuddled tight against each other, but your fidgeting bodies always end up on opposite sides of the bed.

You normally sleep just fine, typically out even before Sam bids you goodnight. Last night had just been different, odd even. Sleep wasn’t finding you as easily as it normally does. So, you tossed and turned all throughout the night, giving up trying not long later.

Like clockwork, you hear Rosie whine from her kennel. Not wanting to wake Sam up on his only day off, you slip out of bed quietly. You freeze when Sam mumbles in his sleep, but doesn’t awake from the weight of your body leaving your shared bed. Giving him one last look over your shoulder, you mindfully close the bedroom door behind you.

Rosie being the patient puppy she is, she waits for you to open her kennel. Her tail wagging was a clear sign of her good mood, despite it being early in the morning. Opening her crate, you lean down scratching and petting her soft fur. She smiles, baring her teeth to you excitedly. You signal her to follow you out the back door, leading her to the bathroom. The fence out back allows her to roam free, but grants you the freedom of going back inside while she plays.

Watching her from the kitchen window, you chuckle at her chasing a squirrel. Starting up the coffee maker, you gather the mugs and sugar for your and Sam’s early morning beverage. You impatiently wait for your fresh cup of coffee.

Your mind and body won’t last today if you don’t have any, because of your lack of sleep. The coffee maker beeps, snapping you back into reality and out of your thoughts. Pouring a plentiful cup, you trot over to the back door, letting Rosie back inside.

Walking through the house, you feel a pull toward the front porch. Rosie jumps up on the couch, going back to sleep for a short while. You slide your slippers on and head out the front door.

The sky has finally lit up wholly and you welcome the sun. The grass had fresh dew laying upon it. Loudly exhaling, you sit on the old rocking chair Sam had given you for mornings like this.

Rocking back and forth, you sip leisurely on the mug in your hand. Listening to the nature surrounding you, you can’t help but be selfish and wish Sam was sitting right here next to you.

Speak of the devil.

Sam ambles onto the front porch, eyes searching for you. A breath of relief leaves his body when he spots you in your rocking chair. His bed head is more and more evident as he walks closer.

“Hi, babe. Good morning.” you utter sweetly.

He hums in reply, sitting down on the other rocker beside you. He found the coffee you made him, holding the mug in his hand. Leaving his other hand open, he reaches toward your hand, clasping it in his grip.

“Thanks for the coffee, bug.”

You wave him off, not bothering to say your welcome. His eyes finally scan you over, almost like he truly just woke up. You can see his eyes widen at the deep under circles that lie upon your face.

“You’ve got a staring problem this morning, Sam.”

“Did you sleep last night?” he asks, ignoring your comment.

Not wanting to talk about it, you mumble under your breath, trying to change the subject.

“Y/n.”

“What?” you snap, annoyed by his persistence.

“Answer me, bug.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I don’t know. I just couldn't, I guess.”

Knowing that your sour mood was due to your lack of sleep, Sam rubs his thumb against your hand, wanting to help soothe you.

You hear the unnecessary irritation in your voice, and shrink back in guilt.

“Sorry for being an asshole.”

He huffed a laugh at you.

“You're not being an asshole, sweetie. You're just exhausted.”

“I know, but you don’t deserve my attitude so early in the morning.”

“I quite like your attitude, it's cute.”

You glare across at him, trying to hold back the smile that threatens your face. He smiles at you, bringing your intertwined hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.

Letting silence fall between you two, you both enjoy the early morning together. Sipping on your coffee, watching the neighbors leave for work, and listening to the animals chattering about. You and Sam rock back and forth, cherishing the moment together.

You feel your eyes close slightly, begging sleep to come forth. Before you allow sleep to take you, Sam starts talking.

“Do you have any plans today, love?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have any plans today?”

“Oh, no I thought maybe I'd hit the grocery store at some point, our fridge is practically bare. What about you, any studio time today?”

“Surprisingly, no. I think Jake and Josh are going in today, but Danny and I decided to take today off.”

“That's good, love. Do you feel up to spending the day with me?”

“I think I'd be okay with that.” he replies sarcastically, eyes dancing all over your face.

Sam waits a moment, expecting you to snark back, but silence plagues his ears.

“Bug–”

You slump over in your chair, eyes closed and mouth partially open. The sleep you’ve been fighting for hours, starts to consume you. Sam jumps out of his chair, not wanting you to fall out of yours or drop your mug on the ground. You jolt, waking up to Sam holding you by your shoulders.

“Honey, you fell asleep.”

“Oh, sorry Sammy. I think all that exhaustion is finally hitting me.”

He pats your head reassuringly.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry. How about I get you back in bed?”

“I don’t know. I’m already awake, maybe I should just push through it.”

“I don’t think you're pushing through it this time, bug.” “Fine, take me to bed, Sammy.”

You hold out your arms toward him, allowing him to lift you out of the chair. Shuffling your feet along with his, Sam gets you into the house. He walks you all the way to your chilly bedroom, laying you down.

Already granting sleep to come, you close your eyes, snuggling further under the covers.

Sam smiles at your sleeping form and makes a move to silently leave the room.

“Where are you going?” your head pops out from under the covers, questioning Sam.

“I’m going to do some laundry.”

“No, please stay.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you.”

“Get your ass in this bed, Sam.”

He chuckles at you, kicking off his house shoes.

“Bring Rosie too.”

Rosie doesn’t need to be told twice. She makes her way into the room, jumping on the foot of the bed, and starts to snooze once again.

Sam walks to his side of the bed, climbing in. Your arm reaches out from the covers, tugging his body close to yours. He wasn’t tired before getting back in bed, but now that he is here, he welcomes the sleep.

You drape your leg over his hip, wanting to be as close as possible. He laces your hands together, tucking them against his chest. Both of your breathing starts to slow, fully relaxing.

“I love you, Sam.” you sleepily mumble.

He kisses your forehead once more.

“I love you more, sleepyhead.”

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before sleep consumes you both. Holding on to each other tight, as the sun continues to rise into the morning sky.

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Thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed:)))

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ihavemanyhusbands · 2 months

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I love these emoji prompts! Can i get ♦️ with the monsignor pls <33

-🪼

John <3333 i love himb so muchhhh, im so glad u like the prompts!!!

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The small boat rocked with each surge of the waves, tilting from one side to the other. John had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and the muscles of his arms strained with every stroke of the oars.

He was very strong, not even panting with exertion. Sea spray dotted his face, but not sweat. His hair was damp and disheveled, and if it wasn’t for his collar and nice clothes, he would seem like a rugged sailor.

You glanced back over your shoulder at the ever receding Crockett Island. The stars slowly wheeled across the dark sky, the full moon the only other source of light. But that wasn’t a problem for him, he was perfectly capable of ferrying you two to the mainland.

“Are you really sure?” You asked, wrapping your sweater tighter around you, more for comfort than against the chill you could barely feel.

“Absolutely,” he said with no hesitation.

You were about halfway there, and you figured there was still time enough to turn around. You hesitated for a moment, not sure if you’d really want that.

“You’re not going to miss it?” You continued, trying to be tactful. “Not… Sarah? Nor Mildred?”

He swallowed hard. “That was another life. I…have made my peace with it. Nothing else to miss. Certainly not Beverly.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at that, knowing he was trying to cheer you up.

“Sorry to bring it up I just… I want you to know I don’t want to force you into anything. I would be with you anywhere, whatever the circumstances.”

“I know you’re not forcing me,” he said, halting his rowing so he could take your hand for a moment. “I would never accuse you of it. I made a choice when I met you, and I will continue to stand by it.”

“But to leave all you’ve ever known…” you tried to protest, but he cut you off.

“I have you. Who cares about the rest?”

Your eyes watered as a myriad emotions overwhelmed you, but you bit your bottom lip to contain the tears. He smiled that warm, kind smile of his, thumb stroking over your knuckles, and you knew things might just be alright.

“It’s like you said, anywhere together,” he said. “And I want to see the world with you.”

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#🪼 anon #father paul x reader #monsignor pruitt x reader #midnight mass fanfiction #emoji blurbs #minors dni

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 2 years

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ANGEL ON EARTH

This was a request by someone but I lost it T-T. I hope this is what you what you wanted.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summery: Wanda is an angel. Literally. And you don't really like her wings.

A few years ago, you lived in a apartment and you had a roommate with it. That roommate wasn't very rational. They made the most ridiculous decisions and always got into trouble.

You couldn't change your apartment for a cost reason so you decided that it was best that you just live with them until you have enough money to move.

But one day, you were sleeping and was woken up by two people arguing outside your room. You were curious and scared at the same time but decided to go to see what's going on.

As you went outside your room slowly to not make the floor squeak. When you started to hear the voices raise, you saw that it was your roommate was arguing with someone else. You didn't know that person but you assumed they were in some kind of trouble and they are now paying for it.

You were about to leave because you didn't want anything with their problems, but as soon as you turned around you heard gunshots.

Before you knew it, gunshots were everywhere. You were so terrified, you have been a goodie-two-shoes your entire life, this was next level.

You tried ducking and running away and you managed to almost get away but the shooter noticed you and aimed at you, and aimed at you.

You closed your eyes thinking that it was you last moment, but you were hit with a wave of air and you felt like you were floating. When you opened your eyes, you saw a silhouette of a woman with... wings??

That can't be possible.

No such thing exist, right??

"Be more careful of yourself," The woman said and left. From that point on, you couldn't help but think about her all the time.

As time goes, your roommate still continued making those awful decisions and managed to somehow get you involved in a fight. She came to rescue you, each time.

After a while, you two got to know each other and got close to each other. More close than any of you thought, in fact.

You, surprisingly, started dating. You still can't wrap your head around the fact that you ARE dating an angel, but you got used to the idea after a while.

Now, you both were laying on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. This was one of your favorite ways of spending times together.

"Hey don't get your wings on me," you said. After a while with Wanda, you realized that somehow her wings makes you vulnerable, and you don't like to feel that way.

"Aw, darling, why? I love wrapping my wings around you, I feel like I'm protecting you that way, and I want to protect you." She said stroking your hair.

"Well you don't need to protect me from anything, I'm fine." You said. leaning at her chest. "Yeah, that is so clear on the amount of times I had to break into your apartment to save you," She said chuckling and rolling her eyes.

"Alright, fine, but right now I'm doing great." You said leaning in and kissing Wanda softly. "I just can't help it, I love protecting you.". She said looking softly at you.

"I will protect even if it was the last thing I do." She said looking lovingly at you, it's what made you love her.

She always has your back.

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I hope you like it and I'm sorry I lost the request T-T

Requests are open!

<3333

#wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x y/n #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximommy

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faeryarchives · 2 years

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UWAAAA CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!!!!! Quick (unrelated?) note I think you're very cool and seem like a fantastic person to hang around with (+ thank you for feeding us content to gush over!!)

I was gonna ask for no. 100 “There is nothing I would change about you.” with Jamil for your event if you're down for that!! :O (gender neutral please :D)

Have a great day <3333

omg thank you so much anon i feel so happy ahihi i am really glad that you guys are enjoying my works too 🥺

you are perfect (gn!reader)

“there is nothing I would change about you.”

everyone has their own bad days - tripping over air, getting burned from drinking hot coffee and getting splashed by rain water etc. and tthere are several things that can cheer someone up after having a bad day such as buying their favorite food or talking it out right? right.

so why do you still refuse to get up from your bed? jamil couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

after gym class, the second year was approached by grim saying that and he quotes that - "(name) has been holing up in their bedroom and wouldn't get out. even the ghosts are getting worried - can you check up on them?" and when he got at the ramshackle dorm with your favorite snacks and drink on hand, his heart ache hearing your cries through your door.

being accustomed from always hanging out in your room, jamil just casually opened the door but the look on his face is not so casual but worried seeing you buried under your blanket.

"(nickname), you don't have to blame yourself for what happened today okay? you just had a very bad day." his voice resounding through the quiet room as his hand gently removed the blanket from you, (eye color) eyes meeting worried charcoal grey ones.

"jamil..." tears start to well up again around your eyes, memories of today's events rushing back in your mind. the vice dorm leader couldn't help but to feel bad - hand reaching out to pull you into his warm embrace. "it's okay, let it out. i am here and ready to listen, my treasure."

"it's because i fucked up so bad jamil. i always try my best to belong here even though i am not originally from this world so no one would make fun of me for being magicless or weak without my friends. but i can't even i achieve anything on my own. why can't i change myself - why am i so useless?"

quiet sobs turn into loud wailing, pouring all the worries and problems that has built up inside of you to your boyfriend. no one could imagine how heavy each of your responsibilities are and he really admires you for being able to achieve your goals.

"you are not useless okay?" jamil gently grab your shoulders making you face each other, his heart aching to see you hurting. he gave you a smile before giving you a soft peck on the cheek. "(name) it's already a big thing that you are here because you keep saving each one of us." you could feel his voice becoming softer and softer each word.

"you saved me. you don't need to change for anyone. there is nothing i can change about you. that is why -" a ray of sunlight reflected the tear escaped through his eye making you gasp.

"you are perfect just the way you are, don't think less of yourself okay?"

"thank you, jamil. really, but stop crying or else i'll cry too!"

"ahahah, sorry sorry. come on eat up or i'll finish them all." cries turn into joyous laughter as the two of you decided to spend the whole afternoon watching your favorite show and soon - you fell asleep on jamil's shoulder. the male brushed his hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead with a smile.

"sweet dreams, my treasure."

ueueue i got a writer's block at the last minute and by the way the event will extend until may 22 >< i haven't been able to update due to personal reasons im so sorry 🙏

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #faeryarchives

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whimseee · 24 days

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hi dearest!!!! about the ask game: 5, 11, 14 <3

it’s taken me ages to answer this because I had a lot to say lol. thank you for sending me the ask <3333 mwah mwah mwah! 🫶

5. what made you start your blog?

I’ve had multiple blogs over multiple years. before I made this account, I had one I used primarily for four-ish? years. I made it during a time when I was struggling with the recent death of a friend + physical health problems + dissociation + feeling isolated and hated as a teenager. I wasn’t in a good place but I was really determined to get better, and sectioning off my pain from my identity and expressing this revamped self through tumblr helped for a while. but by late 2022 that practice was causing more harm than good because I really had never acknowledged or treated my pain. so, I knew I had to delete that blog (aka coping mechanism) and start to really live as myself. since I’ve started this new blog (which I’ve used much more mindfully and have really enjoyed!) I have had more energy and ability to do things, felt much more connected to my friends and family, and have overall been wonderfully grounded + healthy :)

11. what do you consider to be romance?

honestly heck if I know. I think of romance as being a very action-driven word: any gesture someone interprets as being romantic is included. whether it’s giving one another flowers, making up recipes with each other, holding hands on a walk, or having a snowball fight…anything that conveys love is romance I think!

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

I’ve been dreaming of publishing or sharing my writing in some way. sometimes I imagine people reading it and deciding that I’m the worst person in the world due to anything I misphrased or got wrong though, lol. but I like to think that even if that were to happen, I have enough confidence in myself to continue growing rather than quit altogether. I’m thinking of starting a Substack because it’s a less intimidating way to get my work out there, and nothing really has to be perfect 🫶

#💌

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froggymarsh · 1 year

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maybe a hc mumbo and grian for the dynamics requests? :0 hope ur doing well <3333

cg!mumbo:

he's a lot more firm with grian, all things considered. he knows him the best, so when G is skipping out on sleep to work on a build or making poor decisions Mumbo will manhandle him into bed if he whines about it

he gives very good piggy back rides and has gotten very very good at preening grian's wings

the thought of. grian coming in and landing on mumbo's shoulders and piloting him around okay so mumbo is just working on a build, yeah? g comes and lands on him and taps on his head like remy from ratatouille but not pulling his hair and says "okay mumbo, go place those blocks over there" and mumbo sometimes makes robot sounds or just goes "alright" in a silly voice and goes over to do just that.

grian tells him to place three blocks here, then two blocks that way, then three more this way, one there, three there, and oh look, it's a G! this base is Grian's now, he's handed over the rights to it just like that, and Mumbo makes some offended sort of scoffs in his silly caregiver voice that he does, and grian is up on his shoulders giggling.

"well what do i do now?" mumbo asks, and grian giggles and tells him to walk off the side, both knowing full well mumbo will just fly back up with his elytra and mumbo hangs his head and walks over, shifting grian into his arms. "well, I guess if it's got to be this way," he says, and walks right off with grian in his arms, and they don't even make it half way to the ground before mumbo's elytra are open and they do some loops in the air and grian is laughing the whole time

piloting mumbo around is one of little grian's favorite past times. it doesn't always end in mumbo walking off cliffs but it's a surprisingly common occurrence sjdlfkjsd

cg!grian:

doesn't take no for an answer! mumbo is going to try things whether he likes it or not!

there was a bit of a disastrous day once upon a time when iskall had to step in, grian had been dragging mumbo basically everywhere to do what he wanted to do, not necessarily what mumbo wanted to do or even stuff mumbo could do, being only five years old. iskall had to step in and there was a lot of shouting and crying and some cold shoulders, but now grian is learning how to take it slower and actually listen to what other people want to do, especially when they're little

it's been a long time coming. he's better at it now.

they make a lot of friendship bracelets when they're little, grian has an entire collection that he wears, swapping em out every so often. in fact, almost every hermit has at least ten or so, each one hand made and hand delivered by grian and a little blushing baby mumbo

something for both of them:

they've made it sort of a game between them to see if they can get the other to take a pacifier without the other noticing?? sometimes they stumble onto each other during massive mining sessions, or once, mumbo landed on the part of the build Grian was working on and said "hey, i've got something for you, bud," and just. gave him a pacifier. Grian took it no problem and just kept building and didn't realize until like two hours later. Mumbo stayed to help him and they laughed for a good long while even when Grian dragged him inside to hit him repeatedly with a pillow out of embarrassment

this game of theirs has spread to some of the other hermits as well as some other servers even, like empires and the life series

#mcyt agere #ivorys headcanons #mumbo tag #grian tag #i feel like my headcanons are really lacking i am so sorry

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Wifey!!! Congratulations on 1k!!!! You deserve this so much my love. Since day one of your blog I have known for a fact, everyone will love your writing! I cannot wait to see you hit more and more of these precious milestones <3333

Looking at the forbidden romance list, I cannot help but vision this:

A big company is very against coworkers dating. They prefer coworkers to see each other as competition. Of course, coworkers A and B fall for each other anyways.

With none other than our very own Dave York!

Ana darling, thank you so much ily 😘 I hope you enjoy ☺️

Playing Nice

Pairings: Dave York x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, established sexual relationship, reader being called a whore, angst, cursing, fluff, violence, guns, killing.

A/N: the gif in my moodboard inspired this one 😘

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Daves lips twitched - a smile forcing its way onto his face as he hears your voice over the com link. “Nine…ten..eleven….beat that York. Twelve..” His eyebrow quirks as he spots you moving towards the group of mercenaries. Over my dead body baby.

“Oh I’m going to beat you, and when I do - you’re gonna give me whatever I want.” Dave moves - slowly, hiding behind crates as his eyes scan the area. He sees a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and he can make out the back of your head. No! They're going to see you.

One of the men turned in your direction, gun pointed at your head. No you fucking don’t. Dave stands now, gun aimed and starts firing. One by one they drop. “Twelve..thirteen…fourteen…seems I’ve won,” he says, a sly smirk on his face as he stands above you. There’s something hidden behind those dark eyes as he reaches his hand out, waiting for you to take it.

He pulls you up and you fall into his chest, his hand wraps around your waist to steady you. You can feel his warmth beneath the palm of your hands - searing your skin. You want nothing more than to strip him bare and trace the scars on his chest. Dave clears his throat and you back away, “thanks. We better get going.”

***

Your eyes follow him as he leaves Smith's office - having given his debrief. He walks past you, his face void of any emotion and his gaze fixed on anything but you. You hated this. The way it was so easy for him to ignore you all day - to act cold and unfeeling when you practically wore your heart on your sleeve. Did he care about you at all?

“Y/N.”

Taking a deep breath, you stand and make your way into his office, Smith gesturing for you to take a seat. “York filled us in on your fuck up.” An anger boils under the surface of your skin and you clench your fists in an attempt to not punch this fucker in the face. “There was no fuck up, sir. I had more targets taken out than York until one of the mercs spotted me. I had it handled.”

“That’s not what Dave said. He said you got caught and he had to intervene. You know this means the kills go to him, which means he’s now in the lead.” You stand abruptly now, “that isn’t fair. You can’t do that.”

“I think you’ll find I can. You will simply have to do better if you want to be in charge miss Y/N. Both of you are always neck and neck, this next mission will be the decider. You’d best bring your A game.”

“Yes, sir.” Storming out of his office you make your way straight for Dave. He’s in the conference room with guys - Resnik, Kovac and Ari. Laughing at something he said but their conversation dies down as you enter and Dave looks at you with a sly smirk. His eyes skim over your form before meeting your gaze and you can see the hint of lust in his eyes.

“Got something to say, baby?” What is going on with him? He’s never this cruel. “You lied to Smith. Why?”

“I didn’t lie. I told him exactly what happened, not my problem, your shit at this.” The guys all try to hide their laughter and it angers you even more. “You’re a dick.”

“Baby, if you wanna suck my dick, all you have to do is ask?” You walk up to him and slap him hard on the face before storming back to your office - willing the tears to hold off until you can close your door. How fucking dare he.

***

The bathroom is steaming as you let the hot water from the shower cascade down your body. You hope it will ease the tension in your muscles from the shit day you’ve had. What has gotten into Dave? He was mean today. Meaner than usual.

A squeal passes your lips as arms wrap around you from behind. A hand coming up to cover your mouth to muffle your scream. “Shh baby, it’s just me.” You lean into his touch as his deep baritone voice soothes your nerves, but then you remember how he treated you today and you turn around and push him slightly.

“What the hell are you doing here Dave? I’m not in the mood.” You try to move past him but he blocks you, his body pushing you back against the cool tiles. “Dave!” His arousal is hard against your stomach and you can help the shiver that runs through you. Why did you always want him?

“Is this about today? Baby, you know I had to. That we have to play the game and pretend we hate each other.”

“Yeah I get that, but you didn’t have to be so mean about it. You're not usually like that, so what’s gotten into you?” You place your hand in his cheek gently and reach up and kiss his lips softly. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

***

Dave feels his heart flutter again and butterflies erupt in his stomach. He’s developing feelings and that can’t happen. He grabs your neck a little roughly - his thumb running along your bottom lip before trailing it down your chest and pinching your nipple “Nothing has gotten into me baby, but I want to get into you.”

He pushes his hips against you and you moan a little. Such a filthy whore. “If you want me to leave?” Your eyes widen and you grip him harder, pulling him close. “No.”

He smirks and begins kissing along your neck, his teeth biting into the skin. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard baby, you’ll forget all about today.” He pumps himself twice before lining up at your entrance, thrusting into you in one fluid motion. “Oh fuck”

His pace is brutal as he pounds into you, his thick length hitting that sweet spot over and over. You feel so good wrapped around him, he never wants this to end. He wants to be buried inside you every minute of every day.

“Fuck Dave…harder..” Filthy fucking whore. He loves watching you come undone. He loves the faces you make, the sounds that escape those plump lips. All for him. Only him.

“You belong to me. Do you hear me? Every inch of you is mine, and if you let another man touch you, I won’t hesitate to kill them.”

“Yes. Yours, all yours.” He crashes his lips to yours and you come around him, crying out his name. Pulling out, he pumps himself before spilling his come all over your stomach. His hand rests under your chin, “I’m sorry, if I hurt your feelings. I’ll tone it down a bit, baby.”

“Thanks. Are you staying tonight?” His lips quirk into a smile, “do you want me to?” With a nod of your head he turns off the shower and lifts you into his arms, carrying you into your room. “Guess I’m staying then.”

***

The mission has gone to shit and Dave can’t find you anywhere. Fuck! I should have told her how I feel. It had been a set up from the beginning and they ambushed you, and he hasn’t laid eyes on you in over an hour. I’m gonna fucking kill them.

He’s on top of the tower, eyes scanning through the scope of his gun. Come on baby, where are you? His heart is beating erratically and he’s gonna lose his shit if he can’t find you.

“Fuck. Dave…”

“Baby! Baby is that you? Where are you?” Your voice comes through - slightly muffled - on the comms. “I’m ok…I got knocked out when the cafe blew up. I’m just a little sore.”

“Hey it’s ok…just wait there…I’m coming to you.” Dave rushes down the stairs, taking two at a time until he reaches the bottom. He moves as quickly as he can while also keeping an eye out for stragglers.

He releases a breath when he finally lays his eyes on you. You're ok. “Hey.” You say with a smile plastered on your face. That beautiful smile that he loves. Bending down - he helps you up -pulling you into a hug. “Thought I fucking lost you baby.” His hands rest on either side of your face as he whispers “I love you, so fucking much”, before kissing you passionately.

“What?” You’ve pulled back a little, eyes boring into him - hope shining behind them. “I love you baby. I didn’t want to admit it but today…today I almost lost you and…I’m not hiding it anymore. I’m not hiding us.”

“Dave we’re not allowed…” he stops you by kissing you again, his arms wrapping fully around you now. “I don’t give a fuck anymore, I love you and I want to be with you.”

“I love you too. Now please, take me home.”

***

Dave pulls into the drive and you both look at each other - a devilish smile on your face as you reach over and kiss him passionately. “You ready baby?”

“Born ready. Now let’s get this done, then you can take me home and fuck me.” Dave growls as he pulls you into another kiss. “Come on.”

Both dressed in black head to toe - you enter into the huge house, careful to make no noise. The house is quiet, everyone fast asleep. Perfect. With the silencer on your gun, you make your way behind Dave towards the main bedroom.

Making your way inside, Dave gives you a look - one you know is him telling you to take this one. And you will, with great fucking pleasure. With the safety off, you point the gun to his head - right between his eyes.

He startles awake and the fear in his eyes when he sees you is so satisfying. “What the?” You place your finger over your lip, shushing him. “Y/N? York?”

Dave smirks as he comes to stand behind you, hand resting on your hip. “Thought you could take us out and we wouldn’t find out?”

“What? I never..”

“Cut the shit Smith, we know what you did.” You watch as his face morphs into a sadistic smile. “I should have killed you both myself. You both could have gone far, if only you didn’t catch feelings. You knew the rules and you both disobeyed them. You had to face the consequences.”

“Well you forgot that we are the best you have and now, we’re eliminating you. Any last words?” Panic creeps onto his face again as he begs for you to let him go, that he’ll allow you both to continue your relationship. You pretend to consider his plea, “nah I’d rather kill you,” before pulling the trigger and killing him.

“Fuck that was so hot baby.” Dave says as he bites into the skin in your neck. “Now, let’s get out of here so I can fuck you good and hard.”

“Yes, please.”

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Helloo I love your fics a crap ton and was inspired to start writing again after a couple years bcs of your fics and how great they were. The one I’m working on at the moment is a bit of a monster in terms of length and complexity but I would reAlly prefer if it wasn’t. I find that I get bogged down by detail a lot and have trouble streamlining the plot. Do you have any tips for resolving main plots/conflicts and sort of trimming the fat, so to speak? Once again, excellent fics, keep up the good work, thank so much

Hello! I'm so delighted and flattered that my fics inspired you to write. I hope you keep it up!! <3333

Honestly, I don't know if I'm the best person to ask for helpful advice because I have this problem too. 😂 But here are some things that are helpful for me:

Subplots can always come out and be their own fics. So can individual events (like, say, if you have a whole digression with someone getting a fever right after they broke their leg, you could just take out the fever and let it be its own fever-fic so it can grow and expand and not be taking over this one where it doesn't really fit). Sometimes when I'm really struggling with a fic that feels floppy and bloated, or like the different subplots are disconnected from each other, it's actually that it needs to have some parts of it taken out and made into their own story or incorporated into other ideas that I have. This is also psychologically easier than simply cutting them, because if you feel that it's this fic or the delete key, then you don't want to cut out things you genuinely like - but if you're only cutting them to put them somewhere else, it's easier.

Aftermath can also be its own fic. One thing I struggle with often is that simple ideas just get epic at the end, but actually, as long as the main plot is tied up, you can just cut it off at some kind of punchy ending, take all those bits of aftermath and dump them into a fic where the aftermath is the entire story.

It's also helpful to go back and look at why you wanted to write this fic in the first place. If it's a specific emotionally punchy scene, an image, a casefic idea, etc - then this can help you see where you might have gone off track and started writing a story that isn't really the story you wanted to tell. Then you can cut out the parts that aren't getting you to the part you really wanted to write (perhaps saving them for something else in the future).

You don't have to know the end when you start (although it helps, but tbh I often don't), buuuut if you are starting to flounder, that's a good time to stop and decide what the ending is going to be, and then start gearing the rest of it towards that ending. If, say, you've decided now that you've thought about it that this is all headed toward a dramatic confrontation at the Eiffel Tower, and they've gone off on a side trip to Mozambique, can you just have the Mozambique thing happen in Paris so they're already where they need to be and you don't need to spend extra time getting them there?

Oh! That reminds me of a useful trick, which is making sure (within reason) that you don't have characters do the same thing twice when they only need to do it once. Going to and from locations is a particular source of dragging down your plot. Basically - you have a character do a thing at their apartment, and then they have to go somewhere else for more Plot Stuff to happen, but then they need to pack for their upcoming trip (or deal with a Plot Thing that's at the apartment, or whatever), so you realize they have to go back to their apartment and do that. You can actually cut a *lot* of plot deadweight by minimizing scene changes, within reason, of course, but it feels tighter and more streamlined if you have the character do everything they need to do, or have everything happen to them that needs to happen, while they're already in the location, rather than going back to it later. This also applies to similar scenes of other types - like, if you're going to have two knife fights, can you combine them into just one knife fight that does everything the two separate scenes needed to do?

I hope you come back and see this, anon, and I also hope it helps! Good luck with your writing. :)

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HIIII ZOE ITS MY IRRITATING ASS AGAIN (this is my main blog, I have tennis and f1 sideblogs but don't know how to make the ask come from there, I haven't been on tumblr in FOREVER..)

anyway my little curious gremlin ass has YET MORE QUESTIONS

ALSO I COMPLETELY FORGOT CHALLENGERS WAS COMING OUT, IM SO DAMN EXCITED FOR THAT FUCK YEAH, we LOVE zendaya she's gonna serve (pls laugh) cunt

okay so i think picking out my favourite players will be easier if I relate them back to f1 drivers, makes em seem more familiar, so if I do like a checklist of sorts of driver types, can you match them up to players you think fit the vibe?????

e.g. is there a former champion (lewis/fernando coded) who's looking for a comeback? is there a young talent who's had bad luck but is on the rise (lando) is there a calm, level headed one that everyone thinks will go far (oscar) is there a charming elegant one that social media is obsessed with (charles my babygirl). im assuming djokovic is the max verstappen adjacent, fairly young dude who's smoking everyone, yeah?

just like ugh I LOVE f1 so dearly and i think sporting parallels will help SO much

question: is it a big money sport like f1? Obviously anyone can pick up a racket and hit a ball, but is it very expensive and exclusive to make it into the big leagues? you mentioned smth in the fic about oscar adding up the whole cost of going pro, would that be a huge problem for poorer families?

are there any player pairings with vaguely homosexual vibes? again with the damn f1 parallels but adjacent to max/charles, carlos/lando, even lewis/nico if I dare mention brocedes, because I just absolutely live for speculation of silly little goofy athletes' relationships with each other

here's where I get REAL shallow but fuckin sue me, WHICH ARE THE PRETTY ONES I CAN SIMP OVER. i am bi so that doubles the market, but basically which are the ones that i can watch edits of and get all giggly and blush over, in your opinion and in the general tennis community's opinion.

whats andy murray's deal? Is he retired? Is he like the sebastian vettel of tennis?

how dramatic is it compared to f1? we all know that f1 is gossip girl on wheels... is tennis gossip girl running around a court or is it less drama-fueled?

not a question but I'm so excited to see which f1 drivers turn up to Wimbledon this year like, CROSSOVER EPISODE YEAAAA

is djokovic the max-esque guy where it's like "okay I don't mind you, you're cool, but god DAMNIT, stop being so good, let my other favourite little meow meows have a CHANCE for once"

how worldwide is it? are players mostly European/Aussie like f1 or is it more widespread?

is the meme game good? i LIVE for online hilarity in sports, are there any iconic tennis moments/memes a la "it's near a fish" "smoooth operator" "bwoah" etc etc whatever

really gotta stop talking about f1 in terms of tennis but it's the only other sport I'm really into IM SORRY FORGIVE ME

which are the "sad wet cat" (dearly beloved) players? you mentioned one guy but there's gotta be more than one right??? I always get attached to athletes with those vibes

IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE CONSTANT QUESTIONING BUT YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I TRUST TO GIVE ME CORRECT INFO RN BECAUSE YOU REALLY SEEM LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR SHIT

finally a HUGE FUCKING THANK YOU???? For putting up with my idiot ass mostly, and your fic is singlehandedly making me wander into the tennis world despite knowing literally nothing and you're helping my understanding SO much, youre about to drag me down this sport's rabbit hole just by existing. tennisblr seems like such a fun adorable place im SO excited to start watching stuff, you're a legend and ilysm <3333

you are literally NEvEr irritating you are the best thing to happen to my inbox every time, sorry i was so slow on this one!! I had a very hard time relating f1 drivers to tennis players lmaoooo so in the end i just skipped that part!! I'm so sorry!!! it's just so hard because the narrative of f1 drivers is so specific and intrinsically tied to TEAM and to their teammates, and to the tragedy of a good car and/or the wonder of a great car ... the betrayal of contract negotiation & silly season etc.... tennis just doesn't really have that!! all the narratives are more player v. self and player v. world, instead of driver v. driver and driver v. fate. if that makes sense??

so yeah. sorry 😭😭 it's also possible that I just don't have enough imagination and somebody can jump in to help with that .... anyway, moving right along to

"is tennis a big money sport"

GOD yes. tennis is soooooo expensive, it takes approx 1 billion dollars to pay for lessons, court time, coaching, travel, accommodation, gear, etc etc. :// You get paid if you win. let me say that again: you get paid if you WIN. there aren't salaries! early in your career, you are HEMORRHAGING money, esp if you have a coach. the travel is fricken expensive all by itself!! and if you're paying a coach as well you're either in debt or you're playing with house money if you catch my drift. (tennis players often come from wealth, much like f1 drivers — they can also be sponsored, sometimes by their country, but usually only if & while they're successful!!)

if you do well, you start to win, maybe you make money, more likely you're breaking even for a while (or even still losing). if you do REALLY well, then you're looking at more prize money and maybe sponsors, so then you can start making some real money out of this. but yeah it's CRAaaaaaazy how much money tennis players pay to play tennis lol!! it is 10000% a problem for getting underprivileged kids into tennis, there's a reason tennis is so white!

"are there any player pairings w vaguely homosexual vibes"

LOLLLL look i never turn down a chance to push the sincaraz agenda but also, carlos alcaraz does that for me!!!!

they're so cute damn

also getting into sinner/berrettini …

but honestly, besides that?? f1 is way better for pairings because we watch them interact with each other off track WAYY more. you barely see tennis players interact with each other! i have been emailing the respective tennis associations about this (jk but I should). MORE GOOFY VIDEOS WITH PLAYERS DOING STUPID GAMES (with each other, crucially)

"which are the hot ones"

ooohh this is suuuper subjective but i am soOOOoo into coco gauff, she's gorg, also iga sviatek in red, also daria kasatkina, also maria sakkari really does it for me, also katie boulter is so cute.

hot damn

on the atp side oBVI jannik, carlitos is so cute but he looks so young i feel like he's less hot and more adorable, caspar ruud looks like ryan gosling as you have pointed out, ben shelton is gorgeous (and cocky in a way that unfortunately does compel me, oops), arthur fils!! beautiful. tennis players are all hot, in my mind??? they're so …. well rounded …. 😏😏😏

"which are the "sad wet cat" players"

andrey rublev my beloved sad cat

muchova (not really a sad wet cat but tragically always broken in some way)

daniil medvedev but if the cat was cunty

"whats andy murray's deal?"

oh my GOD murray!! my love my husband my father my holy ghost!! a tragedy a triumph …. a player in the era of the Big Three (Djokovic, Federer, Nadal) and therefore destined to be remembered as "oh, and andy murray" … or "one of the big four" (the big four is not a thing unless you're talking about andy murray lmao) ... a great player, one of the greatest, a slugger, a workhorse, had one of the cleanest backhands of all time, and the classiest guy in tennis … see: andy murray shutting down sexist reporters on multiple occasions ....

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He's not retired !! he's still going, here he is recently losing:

He's actually (possibly) playing at this upcoming Challenger Tour event! as are a number of interesting players. the reason that this is interesting is that Challenger level tournaments are a level below the ATP Tour, so you don't often have this many recognizable (to me, anyway) names playing at this level!

[side note: the movie Challengers — the name is a play on the Challengers tour. they're playing a Challengers match in the movie, but also "challenging" each other for zendaya … you get it]

Anyway this tournament should be interesting … andy murray is getting older but he's not ready to quit!! he's gone on the record saying there are things he's still trying to accomplish before he retires, and he's playing well in practices it's just not translating to matches yet. he's also said if his body tells him to retire he will, but uhh. he's got a literal metal hip so clearly he's not QUITE ready to listen to his body.....

"is he the seb of tennis" HMMMM this is an interesting question, I wouldn't really class him this way — seb is like a silly little sexy fruity goblin (if I'm reading his vibe correctly — I'm late to f1) and andy is a stoic public school kid with a goofy streak … if that makes sense …

"how dramatic is tennis compared to f1?"

ALSO INTERESTING I think that's sort of relative to how much you care about individual players, I think game-play is pretty dramatic at times but nobody's ever in danger of bursting into flame??? so in that sense not as dramatic as vroom vroom sport lmaoo but there is a bit of temper tantrum throwing, and then important wins (see: Alcaraz Wimbledon 2023) are SO dramatic in the best way…

gossip-wise I don't think it's as dramatic as f1!! there's deffo tennis gossip but I think, again, because there aren't teams, the drama is less wrapped up in "betrayal" narratives yknow??? like ferrari ditching sainz for lewis was dramatic in so many different ways, not LEAST because of the betrayal of carlos. I feel like tennis is less set up for that, bc it's every player for themselves

"is djokovic the max-esque guy where it's like "okay I don't mind you, you're cool, but god DAMNIT, stop being so good, let my other favourite little meow meows have a CHANCE for once"

YES EXACTLY i cut in your whole q because that's exactly right!! so so so apt imo .. howEVERRR it was less correct when federer and nadal were still around and at their best, because those three really did make up the Big Three, capital B capital T, and they had such a good dynamic going between the trio — it was less one-note when djokovic had a constant fight on his hands... now djokovic is older and slowing down so we're getting into a sunset period, which is interesting because he's still doing GREATTT (and I wish he would stop, give my meow meows a chance etc) but everyone sees the light at the end of the tunnel re: a djokovic retirement. whereas I think people are looking at the max ascendancy and saying "GULP" bc we all want our favorite boys to win at least one WDC (cough lando cough cough osc)

"how worldwide is it?"

fairrrrly? but yes europeans heavvvvily represented, americans as well to some extent, asia and australia to some extent — not so stark as f1, but def same bougie euro vibes lmao

"is the meme game good?"

again fairrrrrly but def not to the same extent!! less of a "here are the memes everyone knows" and more in the spirit of, like, if you're following a few players & the major tournaments, tennis tumblr/twitter is fun to be on … trying to think of a "classic" tennis meme and I can't which isn't a good sign lmaooo .. jannik puking in a bin and then going on the biggest win streak of his career is a pretty good meme in my mind though ...

CROSSOVER EP YAAHHHHHHHH I CANNOT WAIT WE BETTER GET SO MANY GOOD WIMBLEDON PHOTOS AJHFDLAKSJFHDKLASJFH

sorry again to be so slow !! this was fun to go through as soon as I stopped tearing my hair out trying to make player: driver comparisons but again, maybe I'm just not creative enough ..

xx ily :))))))

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