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leossmoonn · 2 years

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was reading the domestic prompt list and this one stood up like a sore thumb to me because of how much it reminds me of jess mariano, so i guess this is me, again, requesting a skinny dipping about the absolute love of my life with the following prompt:

" sender quotes a poem that reminds them of reciever "

i'm sorry if my requests are annoying, i try to not request too much so that i don't bother you, but this just seemed so sweet <3

No bc your requests make me so happy. I hope you know I appreciate them. Never ever feel like you’re annoying me please. You never do! And send in as many as you want. Trust me. Like this one anon, Jess, and you are like the only ppl actively participating in this celebration and it’s making me happy 😭

I love this one! I needed to find the write poem but I think did :)

Also I don’t own this poem pls don’t report me

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“You didn’t have to get me this,” Jess says as he holds up a first edition copy of “Oliver Twist”. “Oh, but I did,” you grin. “You wouldn’t stop talking about how much you’ve loved the book since you were a kid when we were first going together. I’m sorry that it took me so long to get it, though, you would not believe —”

Jess shuts you up with a kiss. He cradles the back of your head with his free hand, his lips molding with yours and kissing yours sweetly. You hum contently against him, scooting on the couch and towards his lap. He sets the book down and the present wrapping paper, making room for you. You softly climb into his lap, cupping both sides of his face. You pull away slightly, pecking his lips and smiling as you do so. Jess mirrors your smile, hugging you tightly against him and attacking your neck with kisses. You giggle and yelp, weakly fighting against Jess, not really wanting to him to stop. He pulls away after a few moments, resting his hands on your thighs.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says. “Of course, Jesse,” you beam.

“I have gifts for you, too,” he says. “Oh, plural?” you raise your brows. Jess nods, reaching down to the side of the couch and picking up one of them. “I hope you like this one. I spent lots of money on it,” he says. You roll your eyes. “Way to make me feel guilty if I don’t like to.” Jess gives you a “really” look and you laugh, pecking his nose. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You know that,” you say. You begin to unwrap the present, your face lighting up as you see a signed CD of your favorite band. “Oh, my gosh, Jess! How much was this?”

He shrugs, “couple hundred. But all worth it.” You gasp, your eyes flickering back and forth to him and the CD. “Thank you so much. I… wow… I don’t know how I can thank you enough.”

“No need,” he shakes his head. “You deserve it.” You smile and kiss him lovingly, grabbing his collar and pressing yourself close to him. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” “I love you, too, baby,” he hums. He leans against the couch, “let me give you your other gift, okay?” You nod excitedly, waiting for him to grab another wrapped present, but instead he pulls a piece of paper out of his jean jacket. You watch him intently, seeing his face turn pink and him shyly look away.

“This is a, uh, poem that reminds me of you. I hope you like it,” he says. “It’s called, “She Walks In Beauty” by George Gordon.” he clears his throat before speaking. “She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace. Which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o’er her face; where thoughts serenely sweet express, how pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent, a king at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent.”

He shyly meets your gaze, relieved to see you smiling widely. “D-Did you like it?” he asks. “Are you kidding? That was beautiful! I’ve never had a guy read a poem to me, especially one that they thought reflected me. It was so perfect, Jess. I-I’m so lucky. I love you so much,” you gush. You crash your lips onto his, kissing him deeply. You pull away, resting your forehead on his. “You have no idea how special that was. Thank you, Jess.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his smile getting wider by the second. “Yes, yes. You’re the best, Jess. I’ll never forget this,” you confirm.

“Good. I was afraid it would be too weird.”

“Not at all! In fact… can I have a video of you saying it? Just so I can watch it when I’m sad or sick… or mad at you,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes, “please, no.” You pout, “I guess all those nice things about me in that poem didn’t matter, anyways.”

Jess groans, “fine, fine. Only so you don’t think I don’t love you.” You clap your hands and peck his lips. “Make sure to be as emotional as you were.”

Jess signs and nods, watching as you run to your kitchen to retrieve your camera. “I wouldn’t dream of me being anything else.”

#sara’s 4k pool party #leossmoonn 4k pool party #jess mariano #jess mariano x reader

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