Wilo Stories

Hot story about hot men. Translation to English of the original "Igraszki Graszki" that is in polish on my profile. This is a joke, please don't take it seriously. Note that polish "sz" is read as "sh" Also sorry about our grammar, english isn't our first language

Will (or as he is better known) was sit on his bed thinking about what is next story will be. All of the sudden he got a text from Andrew Kutchka and Sam Keyton they were talking about something in the group text so he decided that to join in by sending a random picture of a 9 or Cirno (Hail Cirno 999). They talk for a few minutes then Will's phone is about to die so he asks if they can lend him so battery (it's an inside joke) and then his phone dies so he plugs it in an started to fall asleep. When he wakes up or when he thought he woke up he is in a stadium then he realized that it was the Space Jam stadium. Will looked at the court and saw he was needed to win the game when all of the sudden a line of cats appeared and distracted the other team causing them to lose. Will thought did I do that when did I get these powers. While he was thinking about how he caused that he gets hit over the head and is rendered unconscious. A few hours later he woke up and saw he was chained to a wall

"Lebih baik jatuh cinta dan gagal daripada tidak pernah mencintai sama sekali" -Alfred Tennyson

"And so you wait to see what she'll do Is it sun or rain for you? But it breaks your heart in two When you find it's October and She's gone Summer's gone" ~Stevie Wonder "Summer soft" (1976)

for me to archive other wilo stuff i make that isnt the main fic

People think the Emirates is loud. It's not. Not really. If you stay long enough-past the cheers, past the cameras, past the noise-you start to notice the quiet things. The way footsteps echo in empty corridors. The way the grass looks darker just before sunset. The way people become... smaller when the crowd disappears. That's the part I liked. The quiet. The part no one stayed for. "You always look like you're thinking about something serious." I didn't turn immediately. I didn't need to. I already knew who it was. "And you always sound like you're about to say something unserious," I replied. He laughed. Soft. Unoffended. "Maybe I am." That was the thing about him. He never forced his way into a moment. He just... stayed long enough for you to notice him.