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rrxnjun · 1 year

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annoying (derogatory). ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem! reader genre: college au, halloween au | crack(?), fluff wc: 3k (2.920) warnings: too much alcohol, kind of rushed and very stupid a/n: i know its technically not halloween anymore but this idea came to me this morning and i just had to write it. haven't posted anything in a while and i missed writing a lot <3 also thank you @decembermoonskz and @yaesnovels for the help with this fic!

you arrive at a halloween party only to find out your biggest nightmare came true in real life: you accidentally wear matching couple outfits with your biggest enemy. or where annoying (derogatory) turns into annoying (affectionate).

Black skinny jeans, blue jean button-up, black shoes and a tacky black coat. Your eyes meet with none other than your main enemy, a shit-eating grin slowly creeping at his face making you freeze in your spot and arch your back like an angry cat when you realise a fact that is immediately confirmed by the snicker coming from behind your ear.

“Your couple costume is so good guys, didn’t know you were dating-”

“Jeno, shut the fuck up. You know damn well this is not a couple costume,” you mutter, not liking the fact that your friend is feeding into this situation.

“Oh,” Jeno blinks, faking a surprise, “but he’s Edward. And… you’re Bella… isn’t it a couple costume, then?” he asks, pouting, acting lost in thought.

“No, it’s not-”

“Just admit that you planned this all along, Y/N,” Donghyuck grins, “you wanted to match with me, obviously.”

“I did not! I didn’t even know you’re going as Edward. If I knew, I wouldn’t have gone as Bella, for fuck’s sake,” you mourn in agony, hating the Halloween party you were invited to already, solely for the fact that you’re accidentally wearing couple costumes with the guy you hate the most on this earth.

Lee Donghyuck has been on your death wishlist for as long as you’ve known him. His annoying (derogatory) attitude and the confidence he radiates was already a hint for you that you wouldn’t like him when you first met him at university, but it was only solidified on one sunny day when he made fun of your haircut. Yeah, it might have been a bad, terrible haircut– you can even admit that– but he really didn’t have to call you Dora the explorer every time he saw you at campus until your hair didn’t grow back. Yes, this was the exact situation that made you hate the guy more than you hate anything in this world. Some would say you’re petty. You just think you’re being reasonable.

“I talked about it in the groupchat!” Hyuck exclaims, referencing the Whatsapp group chat you’re both in because of mutual friends.

“Well, I have your number blocked so I don’t have to read your annoying messages every morning,” you snap, seeing Donghyuck only smile at your frustrated figure, making you more annoyed.

“I’ll have you know, Ryujin enjoys my good morning texts,” he smugly proclaims, shrugging.

“Yeah,” you nod, “because she lacks common sense,” you add, seeing the man in front of you snicker at your nasty remark, loving the sight of you all worked up and frustrated.

“Don’t be mean,” he says, “I thought that was my job. Or, at least, that’s what you told me when I called you Dora-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, not this again,” you roll your eyes at him, not wanting to see the look on his face he always has when he teases you. “See? He’s being annoying again-” you turn around, wanting to find comfort in Jeno, only to realise he’s no longer watching over your little quarrel, but is standing in the corner of the room with his friends from class instead, drinking out of a small red cup.

Turning back around to see Donghyuck leaning on the kitchen counter, hands resting at the very top, you try hard to ignore the grin on his face. Catching him eyeing you from head to toe, you furrow your brows and shake your head in disapproval. “Stop staring at me, weirdo.”

“Just wanting to see if you’ve done a better job than me, that’s all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you sigh, walking over to the kitchen counter, looking for a cup that would contain something you’d enjoy drinking– because you can’t even smell vodka without wanting to physically carve your stomach out of your body (you’d call this reflex your bad flashbacks from war)– Donghyuck’s voice lands into your ear once again, possibly the effect of his figure standing so close to yours.

“Chill out already, would you? Let’s dance,” he says, pointing his chin towards the living room, resonating with roaring music and filled with various other people from your university, all dressed in costumes. A rumor has it that Johnny-- the host-- was kicking out everyone that came without one, and with how much this guy loves Halloween, you don't even try to doubt the information.

You huff, laughing at Hyuck's proposal. “I would rather die than to dance with you, Lee Donghyuck.”

Silence– well, to a certain extent, with the loud EDM music playing in the background– overtakes the two of you after your response, your eyes still searching through the sea of alcohol poured in various red cups over on the kitchen counter, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Do these people really not drink anything other than vodka and cheap beer? Sighing in disappointment, almost reaching for the beer– because everything’s better than vodka– a hand holding a single red cup comes into your rear point of vision, making you look up at your silent companion in confusion.

Taking the cup into your hand and sniffing, your eyes meet your supposed enemy, to which he expressionlessly says: “Rum and coke. I know vodka makes you puke.”

“Thanks,” you say, hesitantly taking a sip and averting your gaze from the male, taken aback by his sudden act of service.

“Will you dance with me now?”

Sighing, you shoot him a glance, seeing the shit-eating grin appearing on his face again, making your blood boil at unreachable heights. “I will kill you tonight, Hyuck.”

“We’ll see about that, spider monkey.”

“Oh, you two look amazing together-”

“We’re not a couple,” you cut off the stranger passing you by on your walk down the street, sighing to yourself.

A few drinks, screams at the top of your lungs on the dance floor and selfies in your Halloween costumes later, you two and another few friends– the most sober ones of the group– were sent on a McDonald’s run. You argued that you could just order pizza, or that you could just get Postmates, but Jisung got too drunk to remember how it works and insisted on you getting it personally, because, quote, the stranger could eat his chicken wings, and, well, Jeno can never say no to Jisung, so… here you are.

“Not gonna lie, dudes,” Mark says, laughing to himself, “the disgusted look on Y/N’s face every time she has to explain this to someone is the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“I’m glad that at least someone is having fun,” you mutter under your breath.

“Who said he was the only one? I am enjoying this,” Donghyuck snickers, walking by your side as if to annoy you even further. Every time his hand accidentally brushes against yours as you walk– because even though you’re the most sober of the group, the amount of rum and cokes you’ve drank tonight is still enough to make you walk a little to the side– makes you want to turn around on your heel and scream into an endless void full of your misery.

Every time you see the man next to you grin with his perfect pearly whites, the hairs on your arms stand up in nerves, your stomach feels funny and the pit on the very bottom of it only deepens. You’ve never felt this much frustration, annoyance and anger towards someone. Normally, you’re a pretty chill person– it’s just that Lee Donghyuck is a menace to society and to yourself twice as much.

Walking into the McDonald’s that’s luckily only a few streets away from Johnny’s house, you stand in line and wait for your turn to finally order the endless list of meals the group waiting back at the party managed to stick together. Looking around, seeing a long line of teenagers dressed in various costumes, you find a new sense of appreciation for humanity. Isn’t it funny how once a year, we dress as someone else for one day just because we feel like it? Humans are actually pretty cute, if you think about it.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice Donghyuck talking to someone that’s standing behind him. His words blur in your tipsy mind, allowing yourself to relax for just a bit and calm down before you have to carry the bags with food down the street again, back to the party, when the words girlfriend and Bella startle you awake.

“Yeah, it took me so long to convince her to come as Bella, ‘cause she always refuses to watch the movies with me, but she loves me too much, so she finally agreed-”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Donghyuck?” you ask, not even having enough energy to scream at him anymore, just furrowing your brows in resignance.

“Don’t mind her, she gets a little grumpy when she’s drunk, right, sweetie?” Hyuck grins at you as he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The smell of his showergel mixed with the cologne he uses– strawberries and coconut with just a hint of pinewood– hits your nose, making you swim in a weird sense of comfort and jumpiness. You once told him he uses too much cologne. He joked that it was so you would notice him, but ever since, the smell of his cologne has become less prominent, the sweet mix of strawberries and coconut making itself more known to your nose every time he was close to you in any way.

“We’re not even dating…” you lock eyes with the stranger dressed like Batman as you sigh, seeing the confusion in his hooded eyes when they jump from your figure to Donghyuck’s close to each other in a comfortable embrace.

Standing in the line at McDonald’s, various grinning teenagers pointing towards you two and telling you what a cute couple you are, you grow tired of explaining to them that your matching costumes are a mere coincidence. And with Lee Donghyuck sabotaging your every attempt at getting it straight and telling everyone that you actually hate your supposed other half, it becomes impossible to spread your truth, and so you just eventually stop trying.

Drinking so much the world is spinning and you feel hot in your cheeks, talking in the kitchen with Jaemin, Jeno and (ignoring) Donghyuck, you feel like this evening couldn’t get any better. You see, you may sound like an alcoholic right now, but the more rum and coke you drink, the less you mind Hyuck’s annoying teasing and the bad music choices from the resident DJ Jungwoo. You asked him to play Pitbull twice. He refused both times, and if that’s not a sign of a bad DJ, you don’t know what is.

Laughing at a joke Jaemin made, you momentarily lock eyes with Hyuck before you jump up in surprise at a loud scream coming from behind your back.

“Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Turning around, you see a tall man with a wig on, wearing the most ratchet outfit cut out of a 2009 movie– there was no doubt, this was none other than Xiao Dejun dressed as Jacob from Twilight. Laughing at the whole situation– because there’s nothing else you’re able to do now, after realising that the three of you accidentally wore the costumes of a love triangle without knowing the other’s intentions, you watch as the man replicates the scene from the movie and runs towards you to pick you up into a spinning hug.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you giggle when he puts you on the ground.

“Why? You didn’t plan this?” he asks, seemingly not knowing about the rivalry between you and Hyuck as his eyes dance from him to you, seeing you shake your head in disapproval.

“Don’t listen to him if he tries to tell you otherwise, but no, we did not plan this,” you laugh, seeing Dejun join you in the little moment of you slowly going crazy.

“Well, that’s just great, because that means I can drag you to the dancefloor without Edward here getting mad at me!” Dejun yelps as he physically drags you to the living room by your right hand, body swaying to the beat of the never-stopping EDM music playing through the speakers. You don’t really remember you and Dejun being this close, you only had a few classes with him last semester, but it seems that the alcohol level in your blood is no longer letting you have any barriers tonight. Eyes shortly switching to the kitchen– completely subconsciously, really– you notice Donghyuck staring at the two of you with a cold look, jaw clenched. It only adds to the costume of Edward, you’d say, since you don’t remember the man having any other expressions in the movie, but the sight of Hyuck looking like that makes you a little taken aback, since you’ve never seen him with this face before.

“Are you sure you two didn’t come together? ‘Cause Edward Cullen over there looks a little jealous, if I may say so myself,” Dejun screams into your ear, making you roll your eyes at the comment.

“Don’t mind him,” you shake your head, “we hate each other.”

Dejun’s eyes widen at your last sentence, surprise overtaking his features. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you snicker, “he called me Dora the explorer for two months after I got a really bad haircut, I can’t stand that guy,” you laugh, seeing Dejun only snicker as he takes your right hand and rises it towards the ceiling, urging you to twirl for him like a ballerina.

“Well, that’s understandable,” he laughs, “even I’d hate him for that, if I was in your place.”

When the song ends and Dejun finds another familiar face in the corner of the living room, you find yourself sitting on the abandoned sofa in the middle of the room, finally letting yourself take deep breaths and try to force your head to stop spinning. Fanning your face before you take off your statement Bella zip-up hoodie, you let your eyes rest for a moment as you notice the sharp pain in your left temple– the first sign that you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. Telling yourself you’re only gonna stay until you don’t feel a bit better, you try to force your brain to not shut off, before a painful slap to your thigh startles you awake as the sofa dips next to you with the weight of another figure.

“You okay?” you hear the all too familiar voice of none other than tonight’s Edward Cullen. After so many hours of being around him, you don’t even hate it as much anymore– in the loud screaming of the evening, you’d even consider it a safe haven.

Humming in agreement as you nod, you notice his hand on your thigh lightly massaging the spot he slapped before, the touch of his hand burns your clothed skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You want some water?” he asks, but as you shake your head to say no, there’s not a single thought in your head as you focus on the motion of his fingers on your leg, thinking of how you’ve never seen him so caring before, making you believe that maybe if he wasn’t so annoying towards you, you wouldn’t hate him as much.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks again, making you want to curse at him for breaking the silence (well, not really, since the havoc is still happening and the music is still playing), but instead, you only hum and cover his hand on your thigh with your palm, not even thinking about your actions. The danger of drinking is that you never know when the drink you have is the last one that takes you over the edge of having fun to being absolutely fucking miserable, and you think that the one you had right before Dejun dragged you to the dance floor was exactly the one doing just that.

“In a bit. Want my head to stop spinning so much first,” you say, letting your head drop onto his shoulder, enjoying the calmness of the situation after the stress and loudness of the whole night.

The smell of strawberries and coconut overtakes the smell of alcohol lingering in the room, calming your senses and making you wonder why you never gave Hyuck a chance before. It’s not like he was wrong about the haircut, after all…

“I’m team Edward, just by the way,” Donghyuck mumbles into your ear, making you snicker. To think you were considering that he wasn’t so bad just a few seconds ago…

“You know, Hyuck, I’m starting to think you’re an actual vampire, with how you’re sucking out my energy the whole evening,” you mutter, hearing the boy laugh at your comment before his tone turns suggestive as he leans even closer to your ear.

“Maybe I can suck your neck instead, like an actual vampire, you know-”

Feeling hot in your cheeks from the comment that just escaped from between his lips, hating the way it made you feel all funny in your stomach, you sigh and move away from him, standing up from the sofa in urgency. “I’m actually going to kill you, you know-”

“Oh, come on,” he giggles, taking you by your hand and dragging you back down to the sofa, “sit for a bit and then I’ll walk you home, okay? I was only joking…” he says, seeing you roll your eyes, but your body slides deeper into the sofa cushions, getting comfortable. “Unless…?”

Yeah, never mind. Lee Donghyuck is still the most annoying (affectionate) human being you’ve ever met in your whole, entire life.

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prettypei · 5 months

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hi i'm here to request again! may i have another drabble with gojo, choso, yuta, kashimo and kamo! could you please write about how he accidentally discovers that gender neutral s/o is a good singer and used to be in an award-winning school choir? thank you!!

some context: s/o doesn't like to brag or even care enough to behave like that, so he isn't aware of the fact that s/o is an all-rounder and has many hidden skills and talents! (it's all thanks to their hardworking, passionate nature but also having countless hobbies due to their curious personality)

oh i just remembered... regarding the previous request, gege once said that gojo is canonically good at everything so he doesn't want to be too involved or attached to things. i think it's safe to say that he's actually good at cooking hahaha

plot: them with reader who's good at singing; fluff

reader: gn! Reader

characters: gojo, choso, yuta, kashimo, kamo

warnings: kashi’s is a bit angsty at first

a/n: HI ANON!! Your requests are so cute to write yayaya! Fun fact: I was in the school choir in elementary! also I want to believe that gojo is vulnerable in some aspects of his character so he doesn't get too cocky LOL but I'll keep that in mind so I can write more accurate reqs :3 also for those who want to request in the future: this is the last post I'll accept with five characters since this was submitted before I changed my rules!!

✰GOJO

Normally, Gojo doesn’t press his ear to others doors, but normally, Gojo doesn’t hear a lot of amazing singers singing live. Gojo was at your apartment, and he wanted to give you a fright since he was supposed to leave 15 minutes ago, but now, he’s entranced by your voice. At first, he was shocked by your amazing voice, because, could someone really be that perfect? Attractive and a good voice? He just won in life! "Baby?" Gojo coos while knocking on the door. There's a reluctant pause before you open the door. "Gojo? Aren't you supposed to be gone?" You try to hide your bashful face with the brush in your hand. "Not the point, where did you learn to sing like that babe?" He smiles. "Well... I used to be in xxx choir.." Gojo's eyes widen in surprise as he feigns a dramatic gasp. "You mean... like the one who won the national competition?" "Yeah that's the one." You answer nonchalantly, as if it wasn't such a big deal. Gojo then wraps his long arms around you, mumbling about how "my baby's so talented" and "I have such an amazing partner". "Stop that, weirdo." You giggle while burying your face in his chest. "What else are you hiding from me?" Gojo's eyes twinkle as he says those words.

✰CHOSO

Choso should not have came here. You had reassured him that "It's fine! Go out with your family once in a while babe" but in reality, he preferred to spend some time with you. But when he brought this up to you, you said that you had something busy tonight. Busy? What did you have to do today? Animal Shelter? No, that was on Thursday mornings. Coffee Shop? No, that was on weekdays. Cheating? Choso feels guilty for even thinking about the idea of you cheating on him, but you had just disappeared so mysteriously that he didn't even have the chance to question you. So now, he's at a bar with his brother. "Choso! Have you tried the food here? It's delicious." Itadori grins while holding up a can of coke. "...no, not yet." Choso mumbles halfheartedly. "mic check, mic check!" The whole club goes silent as the manger steps up on the stage. "Hello! Welcome to xxx club! Can I hear a big round of applause from the audience?" The crowd around him erupts in cheers and Choso covers his ears. "Welcome, all! So today, xxx club has prepared a lovely guest that has been in high demand since the start of the year! Lets welcome... (name) from xxx choir!" Choso swears that his mouth fell to the ground as you waltzed onstage with a microphone. What? You're a singer? He's still in disbelief...and he loses it when you start singing. Choso had never head such beautiful singing in his life before... okay maybe it might be the fact that you're his s/o but still! The crowd erupts in cheers as you take a bow. In that moment, Your eyes meets Choso's and you give his an almost secret wink. Choso's whole face is red as he tries to hide his face with his hands. You and him were definitely gonna have a little talk tonight.

✰YUUTA

"I hate escape rooms..." You mumble while clutching onto yuuta's arm. "You were the one who suggested this for date night, remember?" Yuuta chuckled. “Shut up… and wipe that smirk off your face!” You hiss. “I’ll go find clues in this room and you go look for ones in another room, Kay?” Yuuta suggests. The bth of you split up, and you find a key. You rush to find your boyfriend, but… “BOO!” “AHHHHHH!” Yuuta falls to the ground, belly-laughing as he just gave you a heart-attack. “WHAT THE HELL?” You shriek. “You’re so-!” “I know, I know.” Yuuta smirks before grabbing the key from you. “Let’s head to the next room, shall we?” The both of you unlock the door as Yuuta starts flipping through the cabinets. “(name), I think-(name)?” He turns his head, confused to see no one. All of a sudden, he hears a creepy singing behind the door he came from. Its high and weird, like a little girl speaking, which does definitely not sound like your voice. Although the singing is good, he’s too creeped out to appreciate it, so he takes a chair in self-defense and opens the door, surprised to see you. “(name)?? B-but y-your voice-“ “I have many talents yuuta.” He shudders as you speak in that voice again. “Where did you learn how to sing like that though?” You shrug mysteriously. “Let’s head to the next room, shall we?” You tease before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Damn, he loves you.

✰KASHIMO

Kashimo doesn’t doubt you. He really, really doesn’t but when you had signed up for the national singing competition rather than the city one first, he asked you to think twice before going onstage, the biggest performance of your life happening in 5 minutes. “Kashi I’m gonna be fine!” You reassure him. “(name), I mean this in the nicest way possible, don’t go.” It was then when he knew he struck a nerve. “Kashi, can’t you just support me for once?” You mumble. “I just…” he grits his teeth as he musters out the words. “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. I’ve done the same thing before… rushing into battle before I’m prepared… and I paid the price. I don’t.. wanna see it happen to you.” You eyes soften instantly as you press a kiss on his cheek. “Kashi, I’ve trained for a long time… plus you’ll be here for me right?” You grin. “(name)? You’re on.” A staff member pushes you onto the stage and all Kashimo can do is pray that you won’t get hurt. But as soon as you start singing, Kashimo knows, he knows that his worrying was for nothing. You sing like a bird flapping its long and delicate wings, spinning and spiriting into the wind, as if it was really where you belonged to. He watches in amazement as you channel your voice to the highest note, the whole crowd screaming as you do. And as the judges clap and the audience cheers, a certain someone pushes the guards away and engulfs you in a tight hug, to show you how much you meant to him.

✰KAMO

“Kamo! I bought your favorite…!” It’s pretty funny seeing your once stoic boyfriend be reduced to a sniveling mess, but you can’t help but feel pity for him. “Babe *sniffs* s’ okay, I can do it myself-“ “Say ahhhhhh…” you tease as you serve a spoon into his mouth, airplane style, earning a blush from him. “Shut up…” He hissed. “I’ll go cook some more chicken soup, Kay? Gimmie a sec.” You left his side to serve another bowl, and that’s when Kamo heard the most beautiful melody of his life. It was bittersweet and kind, a smooth mixture of love and…home. When had he ever felt at home before? Probably only with his mom or you. Sure, his eyesight was blurry and he has a raging fever, but he’s pretty sure that that wonderful melody is coming from you. “(name)?” He whispers when you come back. “Hmmm?” You sigh as you feed him another spoon. “Can you sing that melody you were humming again? It was…nice.” You nod as you start humming along to the tune, head bobbing up and down. Perhaps being sick wasn’t so bad after all.

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saltygilmores · 2 months

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DANCE MARATHON EPISODE-PART 3

So I had seen this Charity Dance Marathon gimmick on an episode of the Golden Girls (an episode which aired in 1987) and I feel as if I’ve seen it on other shows as well. (fun fact I just learned this week: Gilmore Girls and Golden Girls both shared at least one writer). Were these ever real things or is this just a gimmick made up for sitcoms? Are there real people out there shaking their moneymakers til they drop? Who can actually dance for 24 hours with only minimal breaks? It seems incredibly uncomfortable. See also: Charity bachelor auctions (Seen this gimmick on The Golden Girls again, and The Simpsons). Stars Hollow could never auction off a date with a hunky bachelor because Miss Patty keeps all the eligible single men and teenage boys chained up in her basement. I may have to do some research on these phenomenons.

I already can't stop saying Shug and Shuggy and Shugar at random intervals after seeing Land of Bad yesterday, and Babette is not helping, lol. Maybe on a different timeline, she was Shug's Momma (actually...maybe I shouldn't wish that for dear Babette).

I just want to point out the sign in the background reading: "All students riding a school bus home after school must wait in the gym." Who is so far away they're taking a bus to school in Stars Hollow? Stars Hollow is like four feet long. Maybe there are so few teenagers in The Hollow they have to consolidate with other districts and bus in students from other towns, like seat fillers. Those poor kids, deprived of an education like that.

Everything reminds me of Captain John "Sugar/Shug" Sweet. Sookie informs Lorelai that under duress, she reluctantly agreed to her husband's "four in four" plan (four kids in four years, what is she, a dog?) and now she can't back out or have a conversation with him about it so she has no choice but to lay down and accept his sperm, lest she cause any conflict in their newlywed marriage where things are still bright and shiny and they enjoy sniffing each other in the morning, or something like that.

Tell that to Liz Danes.

That's rich and creamy coming from Ms. "I Almost Married Max Medina Without Discussing Where We Were Going to Live".

This is a janky medical operation we've got going on here. Medical examinations being performed next to open containers of food, no gloves being worn by medical personel or kitchen staff, and massage therapists walking around wearing tshirts saying "Masseuse" on them, because it's important to establish who you're getting massaged by. If it doesn't say Masseuse on the shirt, you might end up getting a rubdown from an unsanctioned random weirdo.

Alexis's is sneering like, "I'm here working 14 hours day in the Los Angeles heat in a heavy coat with a bunch of DORKS when I could be home boinking MY NEW BOYFRIEND MILIO VENTIMIGLIA and touching his BIG WANG! But maybe we can sneak in a quickie behind craft services later"

Mrs Kim is the real star of this episode.

Oh hey Mrs. Stanley Appleman.

Kinky.

If you keep drinking all that coffee, you're going to turn into a Coffee. Or probably have back to back heart attacks.

The clock is ticking to Shane's imminent demise. Hopefully her collapse from excessive blood loss won't get in the way of the other dancers, because Jess is going to butcher her behind the school without any witnesses. He is home sharpening his axe. #MurderOnTheDanceFloor #BetterNotKillTheGroove How the hell did they rustle up 156 couples/ 312 people for this thang anyway?

I love Luke in this episode :)

Pretty rich and creamy coming from you, Miss No Car, No Job, No Pet, One Friend, Butthead Boyfriend, Goes Home From College Every Weekend to Visit Mommy. Kirk has a thousand careers, he will eventually have a pet and a girlfriend, and what reason would you need a car in The Hollow? Except to escape it. Kirk easily has the most interesting life in The Hollow, save for Miss Patty, maybe (who has the most interesting past). He seems pretty content with his life. I love that there's a "security" guard back there. I guess he was sleeping on the job when Shane's cries of agony rang out into the cold Connecticut sky.

Says Miss Lonely Pathetic Existence Also Attending The Same Marathon With Lonely Pathetic Mother And Every Other Lonely Pathetic citizen of the entire town.

YAYYYYY.

If Lane doesn't stop causing so much friction in Hep Alien, she might be replaced with this guy. I'm sure he will get paid equally as much drumming for a group of teenagers as he's currently getting paid to drum for a small town twerk-till-you-drop charity event.

Remember when swing music had a brief resurgence in the late 90s? Those were the days, oh some days they were. But since time stands still in The Hollow, they're actually still on the 1930's wave. This is too much fun and so cute and whimsical and joyous and what a wonderful episode it is. Can't even snark too hard about the dancing. Lowering snark cannons.

They're going to go home and have unbelievable amounts of sex.

You know who else is going to go home after the DM and have an unbelievable amount of sex? I'm sorry. You came to The Thing, Dean! You did the bare minimum! You paid your girlfriend and her mother an uninspired compliment! For that Lorelai will stare at you like a hungry dog salivating over the last scrap of meat on a bone.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Dance Marathon #tsgdt #they shoot gilmores dont they #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #kirk gleason #babette #sugar #shug #shuggy shug #gilmore girls season 3 #Shane is swan food

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ichorai · 2 years

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lover's day ; poe dameron.

track eleven of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; poe dameron x mechanic!gn!reader

synopsis ; you used to think lover’s day was an utterly stupid holiday. well, that is, until poe came around.

words ; 1.7k

themes ; fluff, very slight angst, mechanic au

warnings / includes ; suggestive, implications of sex, cursing, mentions of the war, reader has trouble expressing emotions, very sappy (disgustingly so), poe is a lovesick bastard :(

main masterlist.

Lover’s day was, in your professional opinion, stupid.

The very concept of dedicating a whole day to an egregious amount of lovesick slobbering made your stomach roil. Couples were near unbearable this time of year, the decorations were definitely an eye sore, and the number of men and women and enbies alike trying to rope you into a relationship you just knew wouldn’t last longer than two weeks couldn’t even be counted with your two hands.

But it brought people joy—and joy was a sparse feeling in such trying times.

So you swallowed your complaints, plastering on a fake smile as you pulled another piece of heart-shaped confetti out of your hair. The other mechanics had dragged you to a huge party and it would’ve been fun if they hadn’t immediately abandoned you to have quickies with their significant others in dingy hallways and bathrooms.

Damn this holiday.

It went on like this for years—there was once or twice you had a partner to accompany you but it wasn’t ever anything serious.

Well, that was before Poe came around.

He came into your life with bright smiles and flirtatious exuberance, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t immediately smitten with him. He hadn’t known that at first—in fact, the first six months he knew you, he genuinely thought you hated his guts. Completely ignoring someone the first few times you crossed paths might’ve somewhat contributed to that.

Hey, it wasn’t your fault you weren’t very good at openly translating your affection. Especially not when Poe was so very forward. It took you a long while to realize that the hands on your back, the lingering heart-eyed stares, the endearing nicknames—those weren’t at all platonic. The self-dubbed ‘best pilot’ in the resistance wasn’t a very subtle man. You were just an incredibly good denier-of-emotions.

Poe confessed to you three months prior to lover’s day.

He did so by accident, really. It blurted out when you were discussing places you could find X-Wing scraps, black grease smudged across your cheeks and nose, gently tapping a cold wrench against your chin in thought.

You just—you looked so beautiful right then. Poe couldn’t help himself.

“I really like you,” he had breathed out, staring at you with a newfound sort of awe, lips slightly parted.

You spared him a strange glance, an amused snort rumbling from your throat. “Okay, weirdo. You’re cool, too, I guess.”

“No, you don’t get it,” Poe said, feeling emboldened. He took the wrench from your hands to slot it into your utility belt clipped around your hips, stepping ever so close. You blinked at him in surprise. “I like like you.”

A hot flush clawed at your chest when you realized what he was on about. “Oh,” you mumbled, averting your gaze, suddenly flustered. And, much to his surprised delight, you parroted, “I like like you, too, Fly Boy.”

The first time he kissed you, there were no fireworks, no explosive passion, no feverish desperation. Only bumping noses and gentle smiles.

The three months with Poe Dameron floated by like a dream. You were the resistance’s most famed power couple—the constant attention from the rest of your peers on base wasn’t something you were quite keen on, but you were willing to put up with it for Poe.

And then lover’s day finally rolled around.

You sat up sleepily in bed the morning of, muffling a low yawn with the back of your palm. You blanched after a quick glance at the clock—shit, the two of you long overslept. Poe was still asleep beside you, arm tightly wound around your bare midriff and his face pressed into your pillow. It amused you to see sleep-lines divoting his stubbled cheeks. He stirred when you moved, mumbling something under his breath that suspiciously sounded like, “Five more minutes. After what we did yesterday, I deserve my beauty sleep.”

Brief memories of the heated session you had yesterday drifted by the front of your mind, but you quickly shoved it back down. No time to be distracted now.

“Five minutes means anywhere from ten to thirty minutes to you,” you whispered in return, leaning back down to press a sweet kiss to his hairline. He preened beneath your touch and you had to fight back a fond grin. “Come on, Dameron. We have to get up soon—there’s a huge party today.”

“Party…?” Poe opened a bleary eye, squinting in mild confusion. Then, it dawned upon him. “Oh! Lover’s day! Holy shit, baby, it’s lover’s day!”

Immediately, he sat up right beside you, winding his limbs over yours to roll you over and smother your face with an onslaught of sloppy, overexaggerated kisses while rasping out, “Happy lover’s day, baby.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his ministrations, shoving at his bare shoulders fruitlessly before giving in, burying your hands within his messy mass of dark curls. He groaned at the way you lightly scratched at his scalp, humming in content when your lips slotted over his.

“I hate lover’s day,” you whispered when he pulled away to kiss down your jaw. “Well, hate might be a strong word. I just never saw the point of any of it.”

Poe drew back and scrutinized you with quizzical eyes. “That can’t be true. I’ve seen you at all the parties starting from years before!”

“And did I ever look like I was having fun?” you asked, nearly wincing when Poe pulled a sour face.

His grip on you tightened. “You’ll love it this year. This year you’re with me.”

“You’re one cocky bastard, Dameron,” you muttered, to which he playfully nipped at your bottom lip. You pretended to roll your eyes with annoyance.

Then, with enough sappy affection to make you gag, he moved up to nuzzle his nose over yours. “You love that about me.”

A faux-begrudging sound escaped your throat and you bobbed your head once. “Yeah,” you said whilst kissing him sweetly, “I guess I do.”

A part of you was slightly worried. Was Poe going to be like all the others and immediately forget about you as soon as you got to the party?

It seemed that he was hell-bent on proving you wrong—lover’s day was a wonderful time in his eyes. It wasn’t only for couples, not really. It was for family, for friends, and lovers of all kinds. It was a day for love to flourish because, let’s face it, the ongoing war often made you forget just how much love there was in the world. Not everything was fear or anger or sadness. Love was always going to be there.

Poe taught you it was alright to love. There was no shame in loving so irrevocably, even when everything around you was crumbling to ash.

This year, the party didn’t feel so unbearable. The decorations didn’t seem pretentious or over-the-top, your mechanic-acquaintances were lovely to talk to, and everything went by just fine.

Sure, there were those annoying couples who were half-naked in the corner of the rooms, the hallways, and the bathrooms, but they were easy to evade if you stuck to the heart of the party.

It was just… strange for you to be enjoying yourself so much. Maybe it was never the holiday itself you were against—maybe it just felt wrong to be celebrating something so trivial when there was so much darkness in the world.

But you had fun, and that was all thanks to Poe.

Finn and Chewbacca were playing a rowdy game of Holochess, and you and Poe were cheering on Chewie, much to Finn’s exasperation. Rose and Rey were playing a sort of drinking game that you only partook in for a couple rounds before you had to bow out—you weren’t too keen on getting drunk in such a crowded place.

Hours later, Poe had noticed that your smile was starting to slip from your lips as you talked to an over-egotistical mechanic that he knew you didn’t like very much, so he quickly excused himself from the throng of pilots he was talking to, and weaved his way towards you.

“Hey,” he greeted, fondly pressing his lips against your temple. You sagged against him slightly in relief. “Sorry to butt in, but I’m exhausted. What do you say we get out of here?”

You shot the annoying mechanic an apologetic slant of your mouth before nodding, turning away from the party with a salute of goodbye to Finn and Rey by the bar.

“Maker, am I glad you showed up,” you said once you were far enough away, the music dimming down to a low hum. “Another word from him, and I would’ve decked him in the face. Asshole deserves a good knocking, anyways.”

Poe patted your shoulder with a chuckle. “I know, baby.”

The two of you reached your quarters, and you quickly keyed in the code, standing back as the door whooshed open. Poe sauntered in, collapsing into your bed with a groan. “Mmh, I’m never getting up ever again.”

You toed off your shoes before crawling onto your mattress, curling up beside him. He smelled utterly delectable, like cocoa beans and faint cinnamon spices. You inhaled shallowly, eyes slipping shut with utter bliss. It was silent for a couple moments before you willed the courage to mutter, “Thank you.”

Poe glanced at you uncertainly. “For what?”

A hand lifted to trace undefinable patterns against his chest. “I don’t know. For showing me that it’s alright to love, even when it seems pointless?”

His molted gaze seemed to soften impossibly more. “Maker, you mean everything to me, you know that? I love you so much. And it’s worth it, for the record. All of this. Even if it means me losing you or you losing me. Love is worth it.”

“You’re a sap, Poe Dameron. And I love you for it.” The latter sentence was said quietly, tentative in nature. Loving with no shame still felt so unfamiliar to you. Rolling onto your stomach, you pressed a fluttering kiss to his nose, then two over his eyelids. There was a painful lump in your throat. “I guess lover’s day isn’t that terrible after all,” you finally susurrated against him, running a slow hand further down his pectorals and abdomen.

Poe could only bark out half a laugh before you stole away his noises of joy with your lips.

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zabimarushoney67 · 1 year

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💟 any fluff Hirako Shinji headcanons please?

Oooo fun, fun 😇 I get a 2nd shot at headcanons! I simp for Shinji so hard✨👀 Here’s a whole bunch of sweet, loving, fluffy headcanons for boyfriend Shinji💖🙏🏼

✨Boyfriend Hirako✨

Fluff💟SS👀overall-SFW✅

Mentions: one boob grab, butt patting/squeezing, mostly fluff, humorous content, simp Shinji, simp reader, healthy relationship opinion

Shinji Hirako, what a clumsy situation of a man he is, and it's been that way from the very beginning. You never saw yourself ACTUALLY falling in love with this weirdo, because that's what he is. He's a weirdo and very proud of it.

In fact, when you first met as visored, you could barely stand the guy and his out-of-pocket, goofy character. You questioned why HE was the leader of the group, since you recalled seeing him fuck around most of the time.

Shinji is naturally very nonchalant and carefree, he lives for new experiences to remember, and so he can add to his arsenal of puns and wise-ass comments. He is beautiful chaotic humor, wrapped neatly in jazz music, underhanded pranks, tacky ties, and satin button-up shirts.

His style and the way he dressed was the first thing that caught your eye about him. Shinji is very fashionable and loves to look good, and smell good. Seeing him all put together and confident, made flirting with him irresistible.

Just because you gained the title of ‘girlfriend’, didn't mark you safe by any means. Shinji loves pushing your buttons, and once you had made it official, the teasing had just gotten worse in remarks to you, all out of love, of course.

Astonishingly enough, Shinji acting like a wise ass only strengthened your bond with him and brought you two closer together in love.

Especially once you finally picked up on his humor, and started throwing it back at his face. You became just as ruthless as him. Slowly becoming 100% his mini-me. Maybe even more chaotic than him sometimes. Two menaces against the world vibe.

Whenever anyone sees you guys together, it's just you two laughing your asses off. Like red in the face, can't breathe, knee-slapping laughter. It is untold how many inside jokes, asinine memes, and sarcastic comments you two have of one another.

Physical Touch is his love language type.

Shinji adores the time he gets to spend being up under you. After a long day of work, he loves to come home and discover you in bed.

He secretly hopes to find you there, just so he can crawl into it with you. Shinji loves being babied, cuddled, and held under your arms. He’ll have one hand squeezing a boob, and his face will be buried in your chest, kissing your skin and nuzzling softly into you.

You ARE his safe space, he trusts you. If a home was a person, that would be you for him. He tries his best to be the same for you too. Shinji is an incredibly supportive partner, accountable, and willing to learn about you so he can love you better.

Shinji loves you so much, he may not say so often, but he most definitely shows it in all the little things he does for you and the way he openly craves your attention. Not a day goes by when you won't be reminded that you are loved, appreciated, needed, and wanted.

As much as he loves being touched by you... Oh boy, does he lovveee getting his hands on you, and giving you his undivided attention.

Every morning, and every night you can find yourself in these two places:

Either you’re tightly wrapped up in his arms, in the little spoon position with his face in your neck kissing you, and nibbling your skin.

Or you're facing him with your head resting on his chest. His fingers will play and lightly detangle your hair in this position. Leaving small kisses on your forehead.

Before waking up for the day, and before going to bed, Shinji loves to spend time with just you. Making you his whole world for just a moment. Holding you, caressing your skin, kissing you all over, with soft bedroom chat. He would spend all day in bed with you, if he could.

Shinji has a knack for feeding you, be it grapes or your favorite candy. If he’s eating it with you he’s gonna hand feed you one and kiss you after.

During his busy days, if he gets a chance to see you, your conversations will always start with a sweet kiss, he’ll give you genuine eye contact, and hold your hand when you talk. He’ll softly kiss your knuckles, and tell you how beautiful you look.

It’s when parting ways, that he likes to leave a lasting impression, to say the least.

Shinji loves to pull you in a lazy hug, his hands roaming of their own volition. Usually, he’ll rest them on your waist or butt, squeezing you or pushing you against him while his kisses are teasing and feather soft.

Once he knows you're all worked up he’ll abruptly stop, leaving you with a kiss on the nose and a pat on the butt, grinning his usual cheeky smile down at you.

He can't help but laugh out loud, at the reddened and frustrated expression on your face. If he finds an opening to tease you he will. “Cause, I can darlin,” and “You love it. Heh.. you can't fool me,”

And lowkey you do love it, it just means you can get back at him and make him regret his decisions later!

✨Shinji overall is your biggest stan. A simp for you. He makes sure you're well taken care of in all aspects, worshipping the ground you walk on. You're his best friend, someone he can trust, and he couldn't be more thankful to you for putting up with his incredulous insanity.✨

End✨

#shinji x reader #shinji hirako #shinji headcanons #bleach fanfiction #bleach headcanons #bleach anime #boyfriend #soft fanfic #fluff headcanons #fluffy #he’s so cute #bleach visored #shinji x you #anime headcanons

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vilgramcrimeandpunishment · 10 days

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Haruto Suzuki’s first Voice Drama (Jigsaw)

E: Good morning, Haruto. Sorry to wake you up so early

H: It’s fine…..

E: Shall we get started on the interrogation?

H: Ok….

E: How’s life in Milgram?

H: Fine….

E:…..How old are you, Haruto?

H: T-Twenty….

E: *sighs* Is this another cold one? No…his tone seems more meek and shy than Kurosaki’s….he was just straight up rude….

H: Y-You okay?

E: Yes, sorry. Just lost in though

H: Mhm….

E: Is there anyone you’re close to here?

H: Not really….

E: No allies? Not even someone you speak to regularly? Or are you more of a loner?

H: I….I don’t know

E: You don’t know?

H: I think….I like being alone more….

E: Not a social type, huh?

H: I guess not…..

E: There really is no one?

H: Akari-san….she tries to invite me to things

E: Do you engage in those social interactions or no?

H: I don’t want to be rude….but it’s hard….

E: Hard?

H: Talking with others makes me nervous….sorry….

E: Tell me, what do you think of the other prisoners?

H: They’re all….kinda overwhelming….

E: Just go one by one

H: Kasumi, Mai, and Akari are kind

E: I see…to be expected

H: Other than them, Kousei and Masako…I sometimes talk to them….

E: What about Raiden or Asuka?

H: Raiden is an adult, so he scares me…but he’s nice. Asuka is nice too

E: And Daisuke?

H:………..

H: he makes me uncomfortable. Sorry….

E: I understand. Dealing with him isn’t exactly pleasent

H: Yeah….

E: You seem tense. I’m only here to ask a few questions, you can ease up

H: S-Sorry……

E: Is something on your mind? You seem pensive?

H: A-Ah, do I? It’s just…..Daisuke-san…..he left the room smiling….awfully wide…..I was just thinking what happened that made someone usually so cold grin like that

E: *sighs* Oh that….well, if you must know, I slapped him for being uncooperative

H: Oh…….O-OH—!

E: No need to be startled. The dude is a weirdo that confirmed his pants got tighter. I don’t pay much mind to the garbage that comes out of that psycho’s mouth

H: Ah…..

E: Anyways, sorry about that. There’s nothing ‘fun’ about this interrogation

H: Y-Yeah…..um….is there anything else? For me to answer?

E: Well, anything about your crime. If you’re okay opening up about it. It would be nice to have some background information before I take a peek into your memories

H: Oh…y-yeah…that….I killed someone….

E: !!!

H: H-Huh? Is everything okay, warden-san?

E: You….just admitted it? Like that?

H: It’s true though. I murdered someone

E: That’s…..unusually cooperative

H: Oh—

E: Don’t get me wrong. Compared to what seemed to be Kasumi’s mind games and Daisuke’s creepiness, you’re much of preferable to deal with

H: Oh, thanks….I guess

E: However

H: Hm?

E: This doesn’t mean I’m playing favorites or whatever. You’re still a prisoner that killed, regardless if you admit it so easily or not. It all comes down to what I see and deduce from your mind’s perspective about it all

H: Yeah…..I’m a murderer and there’s absolutely no excuse for it

E: Then why?

H: I…….e-eh?

E: Meek, untalkative, but polite….you almost remind me of him in a way. I still didn’t casually forget the fact he was a murderer though…..killing someone weaker and smaller than him to make it worse….I won’t make the same mistake again

H: Warden-san? Who are you talking about?

E:………………..Huh?

H: I remind you of….who?

E:…..Nevermind that. Just don’t expect me to let my guard down because you’re being cooperative

H: That….wasn’t my intention. Sorry

E: Hm, alright then. But this does raise one question just now

H: Which is?

E: You admit to being a murderer….*laughs* Why hold back? Why the shy guy act?

H: I….I don’t understand

E: Surely a murderer isn’t usually all shy and apologetic. Show me the real Haruto Suzuki

H:……I-I can’t…..

E: Eh? Why not? This is prison. You’re at the bottom of the barrel. Everyone else out there is a disgusting murderer

H: I…..there was a time where I was told I was cheerful and carefree……

E: Oh? My interest is piqued now

H: But…..I-it was wrong of me….to be so careless…..I have no right to be happy with myself

E: Oh you poor, poor thing….

H: A-Are you pitying me? It makes me rather uncomfortable, warden-san

E: I was being sarcastic

H: S-Sorry….I’m not very good with picking up on sarcasm or anyone’s sense of humor

E: I see. Hey, do you have any hobbies? Or had any outside of MILGRAM?

H: I liked doing jigsaw puzzles…and reading….sudoku too

E: If you liked reading, surely you would’ve picked up on idioms and jargon when it comes to social cues

H: Eh, you’d think that, huh. I’m more into genres like non-fiction, works that don’t use much slang

E: Mhm….

H: I know….I’m a little boring….

E: Aside from the whole murder aspect, that is

H: *sharp sigh* Y-Yeah…that….I….don’t know what came over me….but it happened…..a-and I can’t go back and fix it

E: What would you have done if you could go back in time?

H: Huh? I guess….not lose my cool like that? Just think?

E: A murder out of rage? That doesn’t seem like you to lose your temper. Your victim must’ve royally pissed you off

H: N-No! You have it all wrong. They didn’t make me mad. I was just scared….scared of them….

E: Scared?

H: You see—

(Bells chime, machinery whirls)

E: Right now?

H: S-Should I continue, or—

E: No need. I’m going to take a peeked into your memories now

H: Oh, alright. But warden-san?

E: Yes?

H: Forgive me, but….I’m still curious as to who I remind you of

E: It’s no one. Don’t worry about it

H: Are you su—

E: Yes. Drop it

H:…Alright, sorry

E: Apologies that I can’t disclose my personal life, nor story behind MILGRAM

H: Story behind….MILGRAM?

E: It’s nothing a prisoner should know about it. I’m the warden, you’re just a mere prisoner. That’s all

H: So confidentiality is why you can’t tell me?

E: That and…..ugh, just forget it. I have a headache

H: I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe rest after the interrogation?

E: I’d love to but I have Miss. Mai Akagi after I judge your memories

H: Warden-san?

E: Another question? What is it?

H:….Don’t pity me….please….

E: You……*sighs deeply*

H: I don’t deserve hopes or dreams

E: Shut up! The only one who decides that is me, don’t tell me what to do!

H: E-Eek! Sorry! I’m sorr—

E: Shut your trap! Prisoner number 3, Haruto Suzuki, sing your sins!

#milgram #milgram fan project #vilgram #vilgram: crime and punishment #milgram oc #ocgram #haruto suzuki

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Dream Boy (2/?)

Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader

↪ Warnings: Fluff, Tiny Angst, Not the best of Writing

↪ Summary: Your coworker seems to be a weirdo. but not a bad weird. Maybe, a cute- a cute weirdo?

A/N : Mostly just a sub in story. This is from my Wattpad

Tags : @later-gators12

Words: 1k

The sun hit your closed eyelids.

You grunted as the light continued to irritate your eyes. Your hand came up to your forehead to rub it. Trying to soothe the pain.

You had another day of work to get to. Luckily, waking up wasn't too bad. Once you remembered what you had to do today it made a smile creep on your face.

Not necessarily what, but more like who.

A loving sigh escaped your lips as you rose from your mattress.

"Steven.."

You smiled as your eyelids lifted. You saw the sun, once again, making sun rays through your window.

It was a wonderful sight as you read your alarm.

6:00...

"Much better.."

You mumbled as you reached for your phone. You checked one of your list apps to see what you had planned for today. You wrote down what you needed to bring, some goals, and some exciting books to get to.

Especially your Egyptian books. Those are what interested you most.

Steven had appeared back into your mind. You tried to shake the thoughts away but somehow they didn't.

Then a look of shock came from your face.

'He doesn't even know my name'

Your hand softly touched your lips as you thought about this. You sighed, your heart felt broken but you knew it wasn't. What was happening to you?

This feeling. You didn't understand it.

You pushed yourself off your bed and made a plan. 'Don't get attached'

You gathered all your essentials and made it out the door with some time to waste. You thought it would be best to grab a coffee. You greeted your neighbors as you walked down your street. It was a calm morning with birds chirping, and the sun shining onto your soft skin.

You felt cool. It wasn't too hot nor too cold. Just cool.

A calm smile was set on your face. You rested at your bus stop sipping your coffee, excited to see a familiar face at the museum.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

Finally, the bus had made it to your stop. You had finished your warm beverage and threw it out. As you got on, you noticed how packed it was.

'This isn't going to be a fun ride, is it?'

An unamused sigh exited your lips as you squeezed past people to make it to the back of the bus.

You were suddenly pressed up against another man. Your hands couldn't be placed on your sides so you were forced to rest your hands on the poor man's chest.

You were too embarrassed to look up to the victim who was now in your grasp.

"I-I know you"

The man huffed. You darted towards the voice to see someone familiar.

Steven.

The bus suddenly swerved to the left, causing Steven to push you up against the wall of the bus. Your body tensed up as you tried to keep balance.

Steven's arm was right above your shoulder. Hopefully, this didn't spiral into a mess.

The curly-haired boy looked down at you and looked incredibly embarrassed. He tried to move his arm away, but the bus was moving in a way that if he did remove it, he would smother you with his chest.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry about this uh"

He seemed to try and call you something. Your brain remembered the fact he never got your name.

"Y/n"

You huffed out trying to find somewhere else to look besides his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Y-yes, Y/n, I'm terribly sorry"

You instantly reassured him. He accepted the reassurance but you could tell that he somehow didn't fully attain it.

His eyes seemed to be glued to you. When you noticed his glare he would turn towards the window. Then after a couple of seconds, he would turn right back to you.

You chose to accept this game that he didn't know he was playing. You scanned Steven's face and noticed that his eyes had dark circles under them.

You stared harder to make sure they weren't bruises. 'Has he not been sleeping?'

This situation with you being trapped by Steven made an electrifying feeling occur below your lower abdomen. This was definitely gonna be an interesting bus ride.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

You stumbled out of the bus. Steven jolted towards you trying to catch you. He seemed to be ready for your fall but you caught yourself just in time.

Steven still went to grab your arm, since he didn't notice you caught yourself.

Your face flushed from seeing how much he cared about your well-being. Sure, the bus ride was a tease, but this was something else.

'Why are you doing this to me universe'

You and Steven were right outside the Museum. Yet, you both were stuck. Stuck on the fact Steven hadn't let go of your arm.

If you asked him to let go, you would miss the warmth. If you didn't, then Donna would eventually find you two. Her most unloyal employees.

"Ste-"

"Yeah, sorry"

Steven let go and stormed into the Museum. 'That...was....interesting'

You followed after him. Once you entered, you saw that Steven was already by the counter. This was unusual behavior coming from him.

You felt like you knew that he would apologize sincerely and make you feel like he did an act of crime. But this, this was not normal.

Sure, you've only met him for a day, but it seemed like you knew him for years. His hair was swept back from his forehead, and you noticed that his accent had disappeared.

He sounded like a proud American. 'Weird'

You shook it off, you didn't wanna make a scene and ask all these weird questions towards a man that you just met.

You walked into the Gift Shop. You saw that there were only a couple of customers inside. You set your stuff down and took a deep breath in.

'Let's get this over with'

You turned towards the cash register. Your eyes instantly fell onto Steven, who was reorganizing some stuff on the shelves.

His posture seemed different. It was almost like he was more formal and not so flimsy. Your eyes were so fixated on the young man that you didn't notice a customer come up to you.

"Excuse me? Helloooo?"

You heard the man but you didn't turn your attention towards him. You were just too focused on Steven.

"Hey!"

The man then slammed his hand on the counter. You shook and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Deepest apologies sir"

"Yeah yeah whatever, scan this"

The man shoved something into your hand. You didn't care to know so you just scanned and rang him up.

"$5.00 please"

You heard a scoff as he handed you the money. You bit your lip in anger as you gave him his change and receipt.

"Have a nice day!"

You said sarcastically. The man rolled his eyes and exited the facility which left you to admire someone.

But, when you looked back, Steven was nowhere to be seen. You looked down at your hands disappointed. Your arms rested on the cold countertop.

'This job just doesn't get any easier'

You started to lean forward on the counter and began to lay on your hand, which was holding up your head. You swayed your rear end side to side as you stood there with nothing to do. No sight of Steven and absolutely no customers.

You sighed as your eyelids began to fall. You weren't tired but the feeling of boredom made you, well, bored.

Your waist stuck out more as you finally lay your head on the counter. This wasn't comfortable at all.

You thought about sleeping on the floor, which made you laugh a bit.

"O-oh Y/n?"

You rose from your position and turned around to find Steven right behind you.

Your heart began to beat out of your chest. You started to get sweaty and you felt like you were having a panic attack.

"How long were you there for?!"

You pushed out. You noticed that Steven's eyes were fixated on your figure. It made you feel nervous and yet it also made that stimulating feeling come back.

"A couple of minutes I would say"

Your eyes widened and you gulped intensely at the fact that you remembered swaying your behind not too long ago.

You noticed that Steven was slowly growing a smirk on his face.

'This isn't how Steven would act at all!'

You tried to smile but you thought about how Steven's personality changed.

Steven's legs began to shuffle towards you. Almost hesitantly. You turned your head towards the shop to see if anyone was there to interrupt whatever this was.

No one, absolutely no one was in sight. You darted your eyes towards The curly-haired boy. He had his eyes set on your frame.

Steven had stopped right in front of you. You began to slow down your breathing.

The male then reached for something in his pocket. Your breath hitched, 'What was he grabbing?! Is this where I die!?'

Your eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

"Here"

Steven spoke softly. You reluctantly opened your eyes to find a name tag in the boy's hands.

"You alright?"

He said with a scoff. You smiled sheepishly as you swept the tag away from him.

"Quite amazing actually"

You gave him a thumbs up with one of your hands as you clipped the label onto your shirt with the other.

He rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled as he began to walk back to one of the shelves.

"Jesus.."

You huffed out trying to catch your breath.

Once you finally settled. A customer rang up. You put on a smile and got back to work.

'What a turn of events'

#steven grant x reader #steven with a v #fluff steven grant #marc spector #moonknight fluff #wattpad fiction #wattpad #oscar isaac looks good in every way #oscar isaac x y/n #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac fanfiction #steven grant

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khodorkovskaya · 1 year

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31.12.22

last day of 2022!!!!!! such a good year omg!!!

i woke up at 11 today :/ and i had a dream about B :/// so in the morning i decided that enough was enough and softblocked him on instagram bc i kept checking if he'd watched my stories and when he was last online like every two seconds, it was embarrassing, i can't live like this.

in the dream i was with these two guys who were selling solar panels and they said this weirdo applied for a job at theirs and they were making fun of his insta bio and i was like oh shit they're talking about B. again, i think it's a sign that i should block him on instagram bc i know his bio by heart...

and then i was at the bunker of our house and B was there and i was like ohhh right he's doing his military service, that's why he doesn't text me anymore. i think that comes from the fact that a friend of mine told me that he has to do his military service now that he's done with uni.

anyway, that dream had overall bad vibes and im glad i removed B from my insta.

im v excited for tonight bc we're gonna go see the fireworks at the lake with my parents (and maybe friends) at midnight! anddd i have the best presents for everyone and the cutest wrapping paper with dinosaurs and glitter! it's gonna be so much fun!!!

#december

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angie-j-kay · 1 year

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hey there! list five things that make you happy, then put this is the askbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you! spread the happiness and positivity <3

Oooooh, hmm...

5: I love to garden, and I have a balcony where I can do so now. Oh yes, there will be hot peppers.

4: I adore books, whether I'm reading them or writing them. Or making art for them, that's fun too.

3: The fact that I survived abusive family and a shit ex-boyfriend, lived through some nasty poverty including couch-dwelling for a time, and now I live in Madrid, near art supplies that I can actually afford to buy, with good food that I actually have the time and money to prepare, and in a community where I can be my happy, queer-as-hell self without worrying about weirdos getting in my face about it.

2: Tea. Tea is nice.

1: Waking up in the morning with my husband. We were best friends in college, we were each others first "coming out," and got our autisms diagnosed together. We're coming up on our fourteenth anniversary soon, and we're both basically aro except for each other, but there we are holding hands in public and making the straights squirm.

I don't think I actually have 10 followers on this blog yet, so if you're reading this consider yourself "asked" about this. ;P

#meme #storminmywake

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edoro · 2 years

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WIP ask game: 10) exhibitionism chicken fic?

The name is intriguing

oh that one's fun! it's a Lunter au that i came up with during the s2 hiatus, gonna put it under a cut for being very nsfw plus probably some brief allusions to Hunter having been sexually abused

so basically, the premise is that Team Owl House foils the Day of Unity, but they don't have a working portal, so Luz and Hunter end up going on a journey together across the Isles to try to find a natural portal or scare up some news about something like it.

along the way, they end up realizing they're Very Interested In Each Other. one morning Luz accidentally gets an eyeful of Hunter's morning wood, it's deeply mortifying for them both, etc - but they also both gradually realize that they were actually very into the whole thing where he was just kind of laying there very exposed and she was Looking At Him In That Position.

so he starts kind of testing it - going topless after his morning workout routine and seeing if she looks at him, realizing she is indeed looking at him, and it kind of escalates from there.

it's a very like, "people having sex that is not sex" kind of story - they don't ever actually touch each other, and it's a while before they even get as far as mutual masturbation, so it's just sort of a lot of indulging in the sensuality of exhibition and voyeurism, Hunter enjoying putting himself on display for her and Luz enjoying being displayed to.

as with pretty much any fic i write, Hunter has a background of being sexually abused by Belos. in this case, it's left him very touch-averse and disconnected from his own sense of sexuality. he rarely masturbates and when he does he does it in as businesslike and efficient a manner as possible, and just kind of dissociates the whole time, so it never really feels like much to him.

this whole thing kind of jumpstarts his libido. it's all very erotic to him, especially because Luz never touches him. he wouldn't want her to, but he likes being able and allowed to show himself to her - and he starts to come into the feeling of like, feeling sexy - not just being regarded as sexy by someone else, being a sex object for someone or a receptacle for someone else's lust, but feeling a sense of internal eroticism that comes from himself.

it's just sort of very slow and sweet and sensual, Luz getting to indulge her interest in him and be shown off to and Hunter gradually working through his sense of disconnection with his body and libido and discovering the potential for erotic enjoyment in himself.

here's a snippet from it:

Then her eyes give her brain a little nudge.

She’s gotten used to a lot of things in her time here on the Boiling Isles. One of the more difficult ones has been the way everyone goes around wearing tight little leggings, including and especially the guys. She hasn’t seen so many bulges since the last time a bike marathon went through Gravesfield, and, yeah, she had to learn not to stare.

But she’s gotten used to that. And she’s even gotten used to seeing Hunter in his underwear and not eyeballing the way it cups the shape of his junk - being out here together all the time means they see a lot of each other, and for a guy who’s as defensively private and prickly as he is, he sure doesn’t seem to be shy about his body at all. Maybe that’s another child soldier thing, barracks stuff, who knows.

The point is, she has made total and complete peace with the fact that he has a dick and it exists physically and sometimes she sees evidence of it. That’s one thing. She’s mature and she can handle a little bit of bulge in her life without turning into a total weirdo about it.

This is not a little bulge situation. This is a full-fledged hard-on, the fabric of his underwear stretched perilously thin around the perfectly visible outline of his entire business. She can see the whole shape of - she could read his damn fortune from it, if dick-o-mancy were a thing - she could probably draw a portrait of it with how clearly she can see every little detail -

And oh, God, she is just staring at his dick, and he’s just laying there, propped up on his elbows, in the most exposed position for dick ogling he could possibly be in, letting her stare at his dick - Panicking, she hurls her armful of blankets back into his lap and jumps to her feet, face burning. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, I - uh - I’m gonna - I’m just gonna go find a cliff to jump off of or something! Or maybe go dig a hole and die in it? I dunno, I’ll figure it out, see you later, bye!” And with that extremely smooth line, she goes blundering off in the first direction her feet decide to take her.

#wip game #asks

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cosmicwitchcourtney · 5 months

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This is kinda just a post for older me to see (if tumblr is even still around in a decade). You can read it but it might seem cringe to people that aren’t me hhhaha idc. Have fun if you do. I was having dreams this morning of when me and peach first got together years ago and lol. I swear nobody showed interest in me until he came around, it always makes me laugh how to him it probs looked like I was super popular or something 😂 meanwhile I have always been the most anti social weirdo warding off attention. Come to think of it, I think it’s how he lit me up that made other people notice me. The world is so small and weird tho it’s funny to hear his side of things after the fact. The story I’m thinking of is the time I was so super broke so he put me as his plus one so I could get into his show for free. At this point we haven’t even seen each other again since meeting and then later getting coffee. Both of us are probably autistic so it was a quick awkward hello, thank you, and then we were like K BYE! We might have thrown in a quick hug. At the end of the show a diff member of the musicians in our circle approached me and gave me his number, I’ll call him S. I was nice to him but obvi I just wanted peach lol. Many months later peach told me that night, S was going on and on about me and peach was like yea that’s my plus one. And the dudes like oh I was gonna give her my number….. peach said, yea you can try it, and laughed. Nothing came of that bc I didn’t text S, sorry S. Also the audacity of S 😂 The other time I’m thinking of was when we all went out for sushi. My gf from hs E was home visiting her bf at the time, who also was in the circle. Together, they were trying to set me up with a “nice boy” bc she was tired of hearing about how shitty H was to me (I was tired of it too). So we went out to lunch and they invited a guy who was interested in me as a “date” for me to chat with BUT peach also got invited (and we already were doing heart eyes from a distance for a while prior). So I sat across from both of the guys like literally having a two date lunch. Do not recommend. Side note— this period of my life also makes me lol so hard because I’m like probably 95% gay. And lastly I guess the biggest point of this little journal entry is: as someone that sometimes (a lot of times) doesn’t know what they’re feeling, it’s nice to think back to those times. I’m like, ok yea def love peach forever and ever, he’s stuck with me 💓💓💓💓

#Personal #journal

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jennasbookpages · 7 months

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Personal Response and Connection to Adolescence

I thought that this book was going to be the most life changing, page gripping, emotion evoking book I have ever read.

And oh my god.

OH MY GOD

That was like dragging my brain against sandpaper.

In fact, I think that anyone who has ever felt sandpaper rubbed against their brain would rather have another go of it than finish this book cover to cover.

If you’re not familiar with the novel, it goes a little something like this;

" My name is Isabella, but I go by Bella, because I'm not like other girls. I just moved in with my dad, who I call Charlie, because again, I’m not normal, I'm a weirdo. Charlie is so annoying, and I love him. I hate him so much, he's such a cringey father for trying to show me any ounce of affection. I’m so happy that I have the chance to live with Charlie, who sucks but he’s such a good guy and I hate where we live. It always rains here. This morning, after it finished raining, I stepped outside into the rainy rain and slipped in the rain because I'm so clumsy and embarrassing. I drove my rusted old truck to school. It's ugly and different, just like me. I sat with the popular kids again. All of the cool guys won't stop asking me out because I'm just so hideous. I always turn them down though. I only have eyes for Edward. I hate him, he's so rude to me. I just want him to love me. "

And it just goes on like that for about five hundred pages.

It's like when Glee went from a drama to a comedy show. You know it’s horrible, and if it weren’t you watching, you know you'd be making fun of the person who was, but you’ve already invested this much time into it, and something about how bad it is comforts you.

Usually for these assignments I can find some way to connect my pieces to adolescence- I mean, it's a pretty wild time. But I'm honestly not sure what to say here. “Oh yeah! I hated it when I was a teen and the werewolf who's been in love with me since we were children helped me realize that the guy who I am- for absolutely no reason- obsessed with, is actually a dead 104 year old.”

In all seriousness, I think that this story had a lot of potential, but Bella is a good old-fashioned Mary-Sue, and to be perfectly honest so is Edward. Meyers chose to focus on insignificant details like what shoes were Edwards mom’s favorite when she was twelve, rather than things that could actually contribute to the plot or make the characters more interesting.

It really caught me off-guard that I didn't like the book. Most people that I've talked to said that the book was better than the movie. Ironically, as someone who has a history of preferring books over movies, have a soft spot for the movie, despite being able to recognize how absolutely horrendous it is.

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redrobin-detective · 2 years

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Hey guys, as always sorry for the delay it was 3 days of work then a full day of studying plus the holiday party. To make it up to yall, I bring...

Weird Shit That Happened While I Was At Work

- I got very tired and accidentally fell a lil bit asleep in my chair and my charge nurse had to awkwardly wake me up and say that my new admit was here.

- Me and 2 others nurses got into a very spirited debate on whether or not patients on antibiotics have weird smelling pee. Went on at least 15 minutes

- Our confused covid patient kept trying to eat crackers even though she had a no food or drink order so we kept standing outside her room going “NOOO!!! YOU CANT EAT THE CRACKERS!!!” until we could the PPE on to take them from her and she’d hold them up like “excuse u but I have the crackers”

- Someone called me by my first name which is, you know, objectively fine but someone overheard down the hallway and screeched “she likes to be called [LAST NAME]!”

- I got really into singing American Pie for my anoxic brain injury patient and a doctor walking by interrupted me to tell me I had a good voice then left and CAME BACK to apologize for embarrassing me.

- There was a drug dealer hospitalized on the floor above us and 2 of our patients left our floor to go upstairs to try and buy drugs. I’m told there was a line outside the man’s room. I never found out if the man actually had drugs on him.

- I went to an ICU course full of ICU nurses and many of them ask me dumb questions as if they doubted I had any braincells whatsoever much less very experienced with nursing and ICU level nursing.

- A very sweet doctor wanted to buy shots for all the nurses at the party and asked me what kind to get. I very politely told him I was not the person to ask as I spit out and choked on my first shot.

- That same sweet doctor brought his very pregnant wife (who didnt drink) and asked S, who recently transferred to Labor and Delivery if she personally would deliver their baby and S who just started in L&D maybe 5 weeks before is like uhh.

- One of the newer, younger nurses did in fact do her first shot and was so nervous she’d become drunk she panicked. She was going on about how dizzy she was but the barstool she was on was uneven. She was fine but drank like 8 glasses of water before leaving.

- A more experienced nurse brought a few flushes from the hospital and a) sprayed out the saline contents at people (always fun) then b) filled them up with liquor and drank it that way.

- The absolute chaotic mix of people who’d just come from work still in scrubs, people who had to work the next morning and people off entirely was so fucking funny. I hope L is ok working bc she was downing liquor like it was going out of style.

- K, a very tall, quiet big teddy bear of a man walked in with no warning in a motherfucking suit looking like Idris Elba and we all lost our shit. He confided to me later it was a rental.

- I momed a couple of people who were worrying me, liquor flush lady patted me on the back and told me we weren’t at work, it was ok but I’m anxious ok?

- Was picked up by no less than 3 people, like they’re going in for a hug oops my feet are not on the ground okay. All my fellow shorties left so I’m now one of the tiniest on the unit >:(

- Oh also we were all showing off pictures of nasty wounds we’d seen bc we need photographic evidence for docs but also to gross each other out. The aline which looked like it was full of mustard won.

- I met my coworkers wife for the first time and I wanted to make a good impression but instead was introduced as “This lil bitch looks so cute and innocent with her bows but then she opens her mouth and it’s nothing but fuck a hundred times in a row.”

- Almost cried hugging the coworkers who’d left us for other units (whos xmas parties they ditched to come to ours). We’re all psychos but I’d die for every single one of those weirdos. Me and D, who I miss every day of my life, walked back to our cars hooting and waving our arms to scare off potential bad people with our weirdness.

#adventures in nursing #sometimes you look around the unit and say 'its so gd weird this might as well happen'#also it was a fun party Im glad I stayed #I was gonna peace out at like 8 #but tbh I was so worried I wanted to watch over some of the heavy drinkers and ended up having fun whoops #nurses are weird man #hospital life sometimes is so surreal

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harryschicagooutfit · 3 years

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Confessions

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Hi y’all. First off, thank you for all the love on my first post. 100+ notes, my heart is bursting. Will be working on a part 2 because someone requested. I love writing for Rafe, but he’s kind of draining so I’m gonna take a break from that for a second. Anyways, this is FLUFF the house down. I’m in a lovey dovey mood right now sorry not sorry. JJ Maybank, please fall in love with me. K thanks enjoy.

y/f/I means your first initial btw hehe

Boyfriend!JJ x fem!reader

Y/N’s POV:

I sit on my bed, laying on my stomach as I bathe in the sunshine that’s graciously shining through my curtains. I flip through the pages of some summer reading book before I hear a knock at the front door.

“I got it!” I yell, not even sure who is home or who would be knocking on my door. I’m hoping its JJ.

I trot down the stairs, letting myself grab onto the railing so I’m careful not to slip and fall. I can see his truck parked on the street outside my house and I feel my heart skip a beat. I walk a little faster, practically running to the door to swing it open. It reveals a familiar handsome blonde with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Well, hello there.” I say with a bit of tease in my voice, bowing to him. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Oh, you know, just in the neighborhood, wanted to stop by.” JJ replies. I quirk an eyebrow at him, knowing that’s a lie.

“Why on earth would you be in kooklandia? For fun?” I say, referring to the fact that we were on figure 8, where I live with my mom. He sighs with a light laugh.

“Ok maybe I lied. I have something for you. Wanna let me in? Its boiling out here.” He tells me. I grab his hand and pull him inside, closing the door behind him. I pull him into a hug, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. Subconsciously, I breathe him in. JJ always smells like one of three things. Weed, grass, or cologne. Today, it’s a mixture of all three.

“Are you smelling me?” He questions, his chest rumbling against mine as he laughs at me.

“Maybe…” I admit, pulling back to look him in the eye.

“Weirdo.” He teases me, pinching my sides softly causing me to yelp a little. I slap his chest, my jaw dropping.

“Don’t be mean J! A girl can’t love the smell of her boyfriend?” I defend myself, scrunching my nose in aggravation.

“I’m just teasing darling. I love your smell too.” He relents, pecking my lips once, then another for good measure.

We stand there swaying for a moment before he lets his arms fall from my waist which cause me to pout unwillingly. He laughs at my need for constant physical connection and grabs my hand.

“C’mon. Told you I’ve got something for you.” He repeats, leading my upstairs and into my bedroom.

“Hope this is going where I think it’s going.” I half joke, smirking to myself as JJ turns around to catch me.

“Keep your dick in your pants, Y/N. I’m trying to be romantic. Now c’mere.” He laughs at my sexual eagerness.

I follow his order and sit criss cross adjacent from him on my freshly made bed, the same sunlight shining, now over his tan skin and blonde hair. I smile as I admire the pretty boy I have on my bed. How did I get so lucky?

“So……….” I drag on, waiting for him to begin. I can tell he was a little nervous.

“So. The other day, well, every day, I was doing some thinking.” He starts.

“That’s never good.” I joke. “Kidding.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny. Hush. It was good thinking.” He rolls his eyes at me, and I lean in to peck him before he starts again.

“I can’t get you out of my head. Like, for real, Y/N. You’re the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing on my mind before bed. You make me feel things that no one ever has before. The butterflies in my stomach haven’t stopped flapping their stupid little wings since the day we met.” He takes a moment to pause while I giggle at his silly analogy.

“And that right there. That laugh, God, I wish I could record it and put it on a record player. Everything about you to me is seriously perfect. You are by the sweetest, most caring, lovable, bad ass, strong and dependable person I have ever met. Not to mention, you are too beautiful for words. I am left speechless when I look at you, for real.” He confesses. I can feel tears start to prick the corners of my eyes and he grabs one of my hands, kissing my knuckles to comfort me.

“I can go on, and honestly probably will. As we’ve gotten older, I’ve been able to sort out how I feel about you. I’m finally old enough to understand. I’ve got this love for you that I can’t control and definitely can’t keep to myself.” He explains. My heart skipped a beat at the L word. We hadn’t said it yet.

“I am so in love with you.” The words roll off both our tongues at the same time, like a perfectly coordinated confession. It felt right.

His smile grew wider than it already was, and he accidentally collided our foreheads as we both went into kiss. A wince left my mouth as he held his forehead, and then bursts of laughter erupted from both of us.

“We can’t even get our cheesy love confessions right, god damn it.” I joke.

He laughs, grabbing my face and kissing both my cheeks before landing a few on my lips, which are smushed together by his fingers that are sprawled across my face. He lets go and reaches into his back pocket, revealing a small black drawstring bag. My lips curl into a smile as he places the bag in my hands, motioning for me to open it. I pull the hole open, seeing a little gold flash at the bottom of the bag. I fish it out with my fingers, pulling it out and up to my face to analyze it. My jaw drops once I notice the details of the ring. It’s gold, perfectly my size, and it’s got a little tiny ‘J’ engraved to the front of it. With my jaw still practically on the floor, I look up to lock eyes with JJ again.

“Oh my god.” I exclaim. He takes the ring from me, grabbing my hand and sliding it on my ring finger for me. I watch carefully as his hands play with mine for a second before speaking up again.

“It fits perfectly, J.”

“Yeah. You like it?” He says, getting a little shy. He always gets nervous giving gifts because he doesn’t ever think they’ll be enough for me. I tell him all the time that I love his shells that he collects me because he thinks their “pretty like me” or a bandana he bought because he claims it brings out the color of my eyes. I have always been more about sentimental value than gaudy expensive gifts.

“It’s perfect. You. You are perfect.” I say, a little under my breath because I’m slightly blown away that he nailed a present like this. I lunge forward to tackle him in a hug, knocking us over on the bed with me on top of him. I begin to kiss all around his face, causing him to smile my favorite smile. I kiss both of his dimples before pulling away to admire his face for a second.

“And look.” He says, taking one of his hands from my back and holding it up to his face, showing me the matching ring, he got himself. It sits thick and proud on his pointer finger. His is silver, like most of his jewelry and there is an even bigger Y/F/I engraved right on the top of it. I let out a shy gasp, smiling at the gesture.

“We are just too cute. Now everyone will know!” I say with excitement. “I would hope they already know, the way we cling to each other in public it’d be dumb not to assume. You’re my girl, yanno. I want people to know.” He tells me, scanning my face as he pushes my hair out of my face.

“I love you, J.” I admit, for the second time today.

“I love you. That feels so good to say.” He lets out a sigh.

“Almost wanna shout it from the rooftops.” I joke.

He looks around the room, thinking something before swinging his legs off the bed and getting up, walking over the window in my room, leaning to open it.

“Dear Figure 8, I fucking LOVE Y/N Y/L/N.” He yells at the top of his lungs, earning some looks from old people walking their dogs.

I giggle, following him to the window and matching his energy.

“Hey! Everybody! I AM IN LOVE WITH JJ MAYBANK. I wanna have his kids!!!” I yell, almost louder, with a smile.

“No one cares!” An old grump man tries to yell back before starting to cough from the strain on his voice. His wife scowls at him and smiles up at my window, putting her hand to her heart, as if to tell us she’s proud.

“That’s what he gets for trying to hate on our love.” I tease, walking back to the edge of the bed.

“Wanna have my kids, huh?” JJ asks with a smirk, approaching me and letting his hands find my waist.

“Well duh. I wanna do it all with you, J. Let’s do it all. Marriage, honeymoon in Greece, travel the world, smoke every strain of weed and have crazy sex. That’s the goal.” I ramble, smiling as I think about all the future things we will be getting ourselves into.

“You, my love, were made for me. Let’s do it. Start with crazy sex though?” He jokes, kissing me and backing me up till I fall on the bed.

“Hmmm who can’t keep their dick in their pants now.” I tease, back calling to earlier.

He laughs and shuts up. His nose rubs against mine and he lets his eyelashes brush underneath my eyes.

“I love you.” He admits one last time.

God it feels good to be his.

#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #obx season 2 #obx #rudy pankow #boyfriend!jj #outerbanks #outer banks #jj #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff

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