Happy New Years!!
Here’s how I’d say our SM people celebrated:
George, Punz and Dream celebrated together as Sapnap was with his fiancés. Nobody kissed, though there might as well have been since Dream shrunk and put himself into the glass George was drinking out of throughout the night. With an eye roll, Dream got his wish of starting the new year as close to his boyfriend as physically possible.
The fiancés had a little play fight over who was gonna be shrunk even though they all said nobody had to be shrunk to have a good time, the result wound up being Sapnap staying big and the other two shrinking and playing around on him until he stored them both to settle them down. Karl shrunk first, and spend a good amount of time jumping between Q and Sap’s glasses trying to get either of them to accidentally swallow him so he could tease them.
The SBI family celebrated as they normally do, with some drinks for the old enough ones and juice for the underaged ones. Tommy hates it. The adults don’t care. Tubbo and Ranboo are invited to spend New Years with them, and it ends in Ranboo storing the clingy duo and Michael to get them all to settle down.
Wilbur did send a quick ‘Happy New Year!’ To Niki, Fundy and Quackity, and by extent to Jack and the fiancés.
Niki and Jack celebrated together, Puffy joined them and Foolish and Eret joined them as well.
Sam took the time that everyone spent together to collect himself and think over what all had happened over the year, up until he was invited to celebrate with some others that suffered from the Eggpire (Ponk, Hannah, Tina joined them, Antfrost, CPK, a few more I can’t quite think of)
Bad and Skeppy spent New Years making muffins together and reminiscing about the past year, about everything that happened and how they thankfully got past it. Sapnap made sure to tell them both happy New Years in person before spending the evening with his fiancés.
Purpled stuck to himself, though he didn’t deny Charlie’s presence, nor Fundy’s when they found he was still hanging around Las Nevadas. They didn’t celebrate, but they did have a little bit of fun.
I’m probably forgetting people but I’m slightly tipsy and it’s past midnight so yea lol
But happy New Years everyone! I’m so happy I met most of you this year, and I’m excited to see what next year will bring.
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers.
What a nice ask, thank you 💕
Well, as @virginiaisforvampires said earlier, I LOVE seeing my mutuals "around", most of them I have on sub, and they never fail to make me smile - love you guys! 💕 💕 💕
And then there's of course... my family and my cat^^, and that IWTV is going to be back filming soon (wohooo!!) and that we will get some new Jam Reiderson content soon :))) (this gif: tag yourself, I'm Eric^^)
And I think last but not least I'll add something terribly cliché, namely that the sun is shining today, and that I'm grateful that I can enjoy it.
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"Hey! What are you doing?!" he nearly shouts as he quickly rushes to take the bags of groceries from you.
You're eight months pregnant and your husband has been immensely loving, helpful and considerate, but safe to say overbearing at times.
"I just wanted to help." you say sheepishly, a slight pout forming on your lips.
"I've got it." he says, tone harsher than he intended as he grabs the bags without even looking at you, then leaves, thinking nothing of it.
You stomp your feet to the bedroom, well, as well as you can in your state and slam the door behind you.
He's startled at the sound and it dawns on him just now what he has done, "Fuckin' hell." he grumbles under his breath.
He finds you lying down on the bed and walks over to sit beside you.
"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have talked to you that way." he apologizes in a much softer voice.
He places one hand on your waist and the other on your belly, tenderly rubbing soothing circles only for you to pull away and turn your back to him.
His heart shatters in his chest as he stares at you with desperate, apologetic eyes.
And shortly after, he hears the soft sound of your sniffles.
He shuffles on the bed to get closer to you, lightly touching your arm, "Love?" he beckons softly, eyebrows furrowed as he feels truly concerned now.
"Please, lovie. Talk to me." he pleads, fingers gently brushing against your bare arm.
Your hiccupped cry gets louder by the second until you’re full on sobbing as you curl into yourself.
"Fuck! I'm so sorry, love." he apologizes again, feeling more and more desperate and helpless.
He lies down behind you and pulls you closer to him by the waist and his hand rests on your belly.
He murmurs 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' into your hair over and over again, not really knowing what else to do in order to calm you down.
Until suddenly he hears your burst of giggles, not sure if he heard correctly.
"It tickles!" you giggle again as his breath tickles your neck.
He slightly shifts in his place, supporting his weight on his arm and lifting himself up to look at you in surprise of the sudden change in your mood.
You turn your head to look back at him with a lovely smile, making his breath hitch in his throat.
"Yeah?" a mischievous smile forms on his face and his hands move to your sides.
And before you can react, he's tickling you mercilessly.
"Siii!" you whine in between uncontrollable laughter and thrashing your arms around trying to stop him from his brutal tickle attacks as he smirks and laughs at your attempts, enjoying this way more than he should.
Until all of a sudden a loud drawn-out gasp leaves your mouth and he immediately stops, "Fuck! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" he asks in deep concern as his eyes stir around, looking for any sign of damage.
You just take his hand and place it on your belly with no words and at first, he looks confused, but quickly realizes what you meant, his eyes lighting up as he feels your baby's kicks against his palm.
He feels tears prickle the corner of his eyes and can't help but kiss you with such flaming love and fierce devotion that he feels for both of you.
And you spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, feeling your baby's kicks with pure happiness in your hearts and he soothingly rubs your belly and kisses you when you whine in pain.
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ 4:08 AM — GOJO SATORU.
contents. fluff, established relationships, sleepy n cuddly toru :(, just needed to write this to cope with the 236 manga leaks i guess. i just love him tons sobs i need him happy and loved and peaceful
“hey,” you poke satoru’s chest, hearing a low groan rumble under your cheek, “toru?”
“hmm?” oh. he sounds a little tired—maybe you should let him sleep.
“you awake?” you ask anyway.
“am now,” he mumbles—well, he’s already awake, so you might as well indulge in it now. “need somethin’, sweetheart?”
“jus’ missed you is all,” you pout—that makes him grin despite the way he yawns, all wide and smooth even as he fights the sleep in his eyes. you feel just a bit guilty, reaching to cup his cheek and running a thumb over his eyelid carefully.
“yeah?” he chuckles quietly, “‘m right here. you still miss me?”
“yeah,” you whisper, “always miss you. even when you’re right here.”
satoru’s grinning into your cheek as he leans down and presses a wet kiss to the skin—he can’t possibly be mad that you’ve woken him so late. he can’t be mad when it’s you, and it’s him, and it’s each other.
sleep can wait, there’s always time for that later. but there’s never a moment where he wants to risk counting on later when it comes to you.
“what’d you miss about me?” he hums, nibbling on your earlobe as his head buries into your neck. you shift, letting his body tuck against yours as your arms wrap around him—he feels safe like this, somehow. infinity doesn’t make him feel nearly as secure as the way your arms do, tight and warm and made just for holding him.
“dunno,” you murmur, “everything.”
“love me that much?” he asks cheekily, “me sleeping right beside you isn’t enough?”
“no,” you huff, “you can’t pay attention to me in your sleep.”
“my needy baby,” he snickers, rubbing circles into the small of your back with his large palm. he’s warm against you—you can feel the rhythm of his heart as it beats against your body. he’s pressed so close to you, that not even air can slip through the cracks.
truthfully, you don’t know why you wake satoru. you don’t know why you can’t sleep—you just know that you need him. here. now. always. forever. more and more and more and even more.
“toru?” you ask quietly, making him hum as his eyes droop back shut slowly—he must really be tired.
you stare at him fondly, stroking his hair as he sighs happily at the feeling. and then you press a kiss to his forehead, to his cheek, to the corner of his eyes where they crinkle when he smiles, and to those lips of his that always find yours no matter how long it takes.
he always comes back to you. always. he never won’t—that much you trust.
“got somethin’ on your mind, baby?” he asks slowly, voice thick with sleep. you giggle, scratching at his scalp as he smiles lightly.
he dozing off—you watch him, hopelessly endeared.
“i love you,” you whisper, “need you to know that. love you so, so much. kay?”
he cracks an eye open—stares at you like you’re the reason his heart ever started beating, like you’re the only one that could ever command it to stop. every inch of his face is laced with love so gentle, you can see the way it makes his skin glow.
you love him. you’re sure he loves you. that’s all you need to know it’ll be fine. everything else is an afterthought—just as long as you have satoru.
“woke me just to confess your love for me?” he gasps, “you’re down bad. real, real bad. i must be a super handsome, totally awesome boyfriend. i do try,” he says cheekily.
you giggle, rolling your eyes as you pinch his cheek.
“be humble, you jerk,” you say exasperatedly.
it sounds more like you’re in love. too much fondness slipping into your voice that it might make your teeth hurt from how sweet. satoru’s always had a sweet tooth, though—he accepts your love graciously, like it’s never too much.
if fact, it might just not be enough. he needs more, more, more.
“can’t,” he says slowly, yawning again, “you waking me up just to love me is a bit ego boosting.”
“this was a mistake,” you scoff—its playful, it’s fond. it sounds like deeply falling headfirst.
“aw c’mon,” he pouts—and then he’s brushing his lips against your neck a he clings closer to you, curling into your body with his six-foot-something stature as you pull the blanket tighter around him, “love you too. what was it you said again? oh, right—so, so much.”
“good,” you hum, nodding in satisfaction. “you better.”
“i do,” he chuckles, “can i sleep now? or are we gonna start talking about all the things we love about each other? cause i can stay up to listen to that, of course.”
“go to sleep, you idiot,” you scoff.
he grins. you press one last kiss to his forehead as you count the soft breaths he takes while he falls back asleep.
you love him—it’s all you ever want to do.
i cried while writing this and i cried thinking about the leaks and i cried while reading the leaks and i cried and cried and i’m tired of crying. gege when i catch you gege 🔫
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