If there was a party for all of Tom Sturridge's characters, Nigel would be trying to convince Henry VI to restart the crusades while the latter meekly tries and fails to excuse himself, Morpheus and Will are assuring each other that it's totally NOT stalking if you love her, and Jake and Lord Byron are making out in the corner.
So... I am creating an in-depth timeline of the "what really happened" Waiting for Forever fanfic I am writing... and idk if all of it is gonna be in the fanfic, like beat for beat... but it is helping me understand where these characters are coming from and where they are going and why.
I have mentioned in some of my updates about some of the changes I am making... like Will's full name being Willoughby Finn Donner... but I am making other changes too. Will is an artist now... Emma is also a dancer... and Emma is a lesbian. Instead of Aaron, it's Erin... also, at some point Will has a dog; a Australian Shepherd named Molly... I am really fleshing things out. Making both the characters feel more grounded and realistic.
Doesn't he look like he'd have an Australian Shepherd named Molly? 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
The timeline is being worked on slowly. I still need to work on Jules and the music her band makes, what it sounds like, what the influences are. I have also tried to root the world in reality more, having issues like Columbine come up and have affects on Jules and her crew... and 9/11... or the housing crisis that started in 2007 and didn't end until 2010... There is also Y2K that happened. Idk... just having some ideas to help root the story in reality more.
Also, I looked at the budget of the film... and the how much it grossed... yikes... that shit is insane if you look into it. Like career ending insane... Budget of 5 million.... made 25 thousand back... like ouch. Crazy how it got interviews of cast and crew and a red carpet premiere... and did that bad in theaters. I have plans on how I am making the film canon in my fanfic, and all this about when it came out and how bad it did and all that is in the plan.
I am mostly just getting my thoughts out there... who knows if anyone is interested... ya'll are more into Dream, Nigel and Jake as far as Tom Sturridge characters go... but maybe ya'll care about Will Donner too and want to see him get the story he always deserved.
If ya'll are interested, let me know. If any of you want to see the monstrosity that is my timeline that I have so far on Google Spreadsheets, let me know.
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Check out the reposts on the MasterList too... I have reblogged it with updates and such a lot... lolz
is this a good place to express that waiting for forever (2010) and adam (2009) are lowkey the same movie and i cannot rewatch them ever? niche comparison ig but i really cannot stand "autistic guy in a romcom gets screwed over by everyone especially the girl and that's the comedy" trope.
Willie looked at me through those long lashes of his. His lips were slightly parted. He looked nervous and all I could think to do was reassure him.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Willie licks his bottom lip and then nods his head. It seems he can't quite find his voice at the moment. I smile and reach out, brushing my hand against his. He lets me take it.
“You'll enjoy it. I promise.”
I take a step closer and look up at him. He watches me with those pretty blue eyes of his. God, I could lose myself in them. He's so pretty, and I don't think he realises it. I reach up on my toes and kiss him softly. He inhales sharply through his nose as soon my lips touch his. I smile slightly. Slowly, I reach up and caress his cheek. I run my thumb along his cheekbone.
He shivers.
“Do you like that?” I ask softly.
“Yes.”
I chuckle and do it again.
If Willie reacts like this to a simple touch, how will he react when I have my whole body pressed up against his?
How will he react if he lets me go all the way?
“I'm going to look after you, sweetheart. Okay?”
He nods and chases after my lips again. I chuckle softly. He wants kisses and he can have them.
This time, I wrap my arm around his shoulders and guide him back toward the bed. The moment the back of his knees meets the mattress, he goes down.
I chuckle and let him get comfortable before straddling his lap. I reach for his hat and toss it to the side carefully.
His hands settle on my waist. I smile and lean back in to kiss him. I let my hands settle on his shoulder and slowly bring them down his chest. He tilts his head down to see what I'm doing, so I reach up and tilt his chin up.
“Eyes on me, love.”
I go slow, giving him plenty of time to stop me if he wishes. I remove his vest, letting it fall on the bed behind him. I keep kissing him, distracting him a little as I work on the pyjama top, pushing it over his shoulders.
He lets out a shuddering breath.
There's only one layer left on top. I can see his cheeks turning slightly pink. He's bound to be bright red when I remove his pants.
I kiss along his jaw and down his neck, keeping him occupied with my lips. He's panting. I have to smile. He's getting so worked up and hasn't yet asked me to stop. He's enjoying this.
I want him to enjoy it.
My hands grab at the hem of his tee, and I tug at it. He gets the idea and lifts his arms up, allowing me to remove it fully.
There's a moment of utter stillness and silence as he takes in the fact that I can now see his body.
I smile.
“You're perfect.”
Willie smiles and leans forward again, claiming my lips for his own once more. I run my hand down along his bare chest and feel that shudder again. He's excited. Very excited judging by the tent in those pyjama pants.
I can't help smiling again.
His arms try sneaking around my waist, but I tell him off lightly. “Ah, ah. Now I have to take something off.”
“Let me,” he says quietly.
He grabs my own shirt and pulls it over my head. He lets it fall to the floor. I place my arms around his shoulders and pull myself closer to his body. His lips inches away from my own.
My breasts are pressed up against his chest with only my bra preventing further contact.
“It's going to have to go if you want to see everything,” I say, chuckling.
Willie exhales quietly, and I feel his hand trail up my back gently. His fingers are soft as they inch up toward the clasps. His other hand follows, and I rest my head against his as he pulls the claps apart. My bra becomes slack, and I pull away from his body so I can reach up and pull the straps down my shoulders.
I watch him as I toss the flimsy bra to the side. I reach for his hand and lift it up to my chest.
“You can touch.”
His fingers wrap around my breast, and he squeezes it gently. I chuckle.
“It's okay. You won't hurt me. Do whatever feels right to you, Willie.”
He kisses me again, giving him reason to hide his warm cheeks as his hands carefully cup my breasts. He's being so careful, as if unsure of himself. It's rather sweet.
I lean into the kiss some more, moving my body further up his lap. He gasps against my lips and a smile.
His hard cock was right under me now.
“Those pants have to go.”
I slide off his lap slowly, trailing my hands down his body until I reach the top of his trousers. I look up at him as I tug them gently. He knows he has to lift his hips up off the bed for me to remove them completely.
He takes a second. I can see him thinking it through in his head. I told him I'd stop if he asked, and I meant it.
Then he lifts his hips, and I smile at him. I tug his pants down, leaving his underwear on for now. I tug the pants off his legs and toss them down where my clothes lie.
I lean back up and kiss him again.
“I'm proud of you, Willie.”
“Yeah?” He voice is soft.
“You're doing so well for me, baby. We're taking it nice and slow, yeah?”
He nods. Willie reaches out with a bit more confidence to touch my body again. I smile at him.
I give him another kiss and stand up. He looks up at me, his hands settling on my hips. I smile and tug off my trousers, taking my underwear off with them. I want him to get comfortable with my body.
“Give me your hand.”
He lets me take his hand in mine, and I guide it down between my legs. His lips part as he looks up at me. I guide his hand to massage me.
Willie bites at his bottom lip as I press his hand harder against me. I guide his fingers across my clit, letting him get a good feel of me.
I let go of his hand slowly. Willie's breath seems to catch in his throat.
“You're fine, Willie. Go on.”
I feel his fingers twitch a little before he continues the motion I helped him with before. I gasp softly as he pushes a finger in. I nod at him, wanting him to carry on. Willie keeps his eyes locked on mine as he works his finger in and out gently.
“Go on,” I encourage again.
His other hand grabs at my hip, kneading the flesh there. I don't care if he leaves a mark, I want him to enjoy himself. His other hand keeps a steady rhythm in and out my pussy. Willie inserts a second finger, almost shyly, and I tilt my head back a bit as he fingers me. I moan and Willie breathes out sharply.
I return my gaze to him to find him looking at me with a glazed over look.
I reach over and place my hand on his chest. His heart beats wildly under my palm. I can still see his cock begging to be free from the only piece of clothing between us, so I let him finger me a little longer before I move his hand away. His fingers glisten and he looks at them curiously.
I want to remove his underwear, but I decide to wait. Grasping his wrist gently, I bring his hand to my lips and take one of his fingers into my mouth.
Willie looks surprised.
I slowly drag his finger out, licking it clean, but leaving it covered in my saliva.
I then bring his hand close to his face.
“Do you want a taste?”
His cheeks are beyond flushed.
He hesitates, but I can tell by the way he looks at his finger he wants to.
I push his hand closer to his lip, and I watch his tongue dart out to lick his finger. I smile softly. He's so cute.
I pull his hand away and kiss him.
“Alright, sweetheart, let me see you. You can't possibly be comfortable.”
I sit on the bed beside him and tuck a finger down the waistband of his underwear. He leans toward me, seeking any sort of contact. I kiss him once and free his cock to the air.
He inhales a little sharply, and I leave his underwear with the rest of our clothes.
He's glorious. The poor darling is clearly aching for release. I've worked him up so much.
“You're so beautiful,” I whisper in his ear.
He chuckles softly.
I signal for him to move further up the bed. He does so. His breathing pattern is uneven, and he grabs the sheets beneath him. I hover over his body and lean down, pressing my lips to his chest. I press kisses down his chest, down his belly, and all the way down to his waiting cock.
I kiss the tip lightly, and he makes a small whining sound.
It was perfect.
I kiss it again and watch as his fists tighten on the bed sheets.
Without much warning I take his cock into my mouth. The groan he makes is one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard.
I go slow to start with. Willie's never experienced this before. He makes even more beautiful sounds as I take as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. I suck and lick him, getting my fill of him.
The moan he makes turns me on. There is plenty about Willie that I consider beautiful, and the sounds he's making right now top that list.
He makes little gasping sounds the closer he gets and I go just a little longer.
He starts whimpering my name and at that point I remove his cock from my mouth and look up at him.
His eyes are pleading with me. “Please,” he whispers.
“Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll let you cum, just not like that. Okay?”
He nods his head, and I move myself to straddle him. His breathing is heavy as I lean over him. I press my lips to his forehead. He closes his eyes.
“I love you.”
He smiles. Another beautiful thing about him. I kiss his forehead once more and position myself over his cock. He's sensitive to my touch at this point, so I guide his cock in carefully. I love every little sound he makes while he waits.
I sink myself onto his cock, gasping as I take him in.
His head tilts back, and once again, his lips part, wider than before. I look down at him and smile. He's panting loudly. That's when I roll my hips, and he makes another gorgeous moan. No wonder I'm so fucking wet.
I start slow, finding a rhythm. Judging by the way he reaches out and claws at my thighs, it's far too slow for him. Proud doesn't even cover how I feel about him right now.
I start bouncing in his cock, leaving only the tip in before sinking back down on him again. He squirms under me, trying to thrust his hips with mone. He wants me. He needs me.
I place both my hands on his chest and focus on making him feel fucking amazing.
Willie deserves all the love I can give him.
I pick up the pace and find the exact speed he wants by his moaning alone. I can't get over how beautiful he looks and sounds.
I run my hands over his body. His heart is racing, and it's all because of me.
I can't even praise him because the only sounds I can make now are the moans that match his.
My name tumbles from his lips in a broken whine. He's looking up at him through those long lashes again. His eyes are watering, and I lean down desperately, kissing him.
He clings to me in desperation, and all I can do is wrap my arms around him.
I ride him like my life depends on it, and he clings to me like his does too.
He's so, so beautiful.
My darling Will.
I hear how strained his voice is becoming and press my lips against his ear.
“Cum for me, Willie. It's okay.”
He buries his head in my shoulder and I keep riding his cock until I feel him cum. I don't stop, riding it out. He holds onto me tight.
His breath is warm against my skin. I reach up and brush my fingers through his dark hair. His whole body is shaking. I kiss his head and continue to hold him until he's ready to move again.
“You were perfect,” I whisper.
I feel him kiss my shoulder softly. I smile and slowly tilt his head up. His blue eyes meet mine, and I lean forward, kissing him again.
Everything was perfect.
I let go of him slowly and climbed off his lap. He lies back on the bed and watches me. I simply bring myself to lay down on top of him, resting my head on his chest. His arms wrap around me, and we stay like that. I can hear his heart beating, and I smile once again.
Even when he eventually drifts off, I don't let go of him. I stay just as I am.
I'll still be there when he wakes again.
I'll give him all the love he deserves because he's far too precious for anything less than that.
