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fanfictiondreamscape · 2 years

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“I’m Not Jealous, I Swear!”

Request: may i request a drabble with yuri plisetsky? reader is a skater from Japan, about the same skill level as him, and they're already in a relationship. can you do something with reader being jealous? i apologize my wording is terrible

Title: “I’m Not Jealous, I Swear!”

Genre: a lil mix of angsty, fluffy, and romantic (if you squint, in some cases). plus some tiny comedy cuz yoi antics-

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky X GN!Reader

Notes: So, this was pushed back for the longest time, but it’s done now and I hope it’s to your liking! I apologize that it took me as long as it did to finish it, but college dealings, work, my birthday, and a ton of other personal crap came along and decided to knock me square on my ass.

That said, it’s done now and ready to read! I really do hope you like it, and I also really appreciate the request itself! (And don’t worry about the wording, I understood it perfectly!)

Below the cut!

You and Yurio were connected at the hip when possible.

Though you hailed from different countries, you both managed to convene and get to know each other over the years and the multiple competitions. Though you were both in the same age groups each time, you both never really interacted until the time Yuri had come from Russia.

You and Yuuri were the only officially registered Japanese figure skaters, and you had seen the whole fiasco with Victor and Yuuri. The drunken dancing, the absolute lack of awareness for personal space, and the extreme secondhand embarassment.

And the eye contact you made with the blonde Russian boy.

The words that Yuuri spoke directly to the face of the renowned figure skater rang true, apparently. Especially when you were met with the face of said figure skater and Yuuri, red-faced.

The rink was no different, as you were skating beside the taller silver-head and the raven-ette was stuck behind the walls. You shared a very surface level conversation with the world-renowned award winning figure skater, as well, but mostly kept to yourself until you left the rink.

That is, until you went to see about going to the rink with the two the following morning.

You dropped by the hot springs early in the morning, seeing as the sun had barely even started to rise yet. Dead tired, but determined, you met with Yuuri’s family and were provided a breakfast fit for a god by his mother.

Footsteps were heard through the walls, and expecting no one else besides Victor or Yuuri himself, you kept eating.

“You!”

What.

And the rest was history.

Yurio and yourself never failed to appreciate and improve the others abilities throughout the experience of the two Russian skaters residing in your home.

Even after he lost to Yuuri in the small competition that was held, you and Yuri made a promise to keep in contact. And keep in contact you did.

Facetime calls, text messages, funny pictures from Instagram, and videos and songs for the upcoming Grand Prix resulted in the two of you developing a bond that people could only dream of finding in their life at any point.

When you both finally met again, you being trailed by Victor and Yuuri (who also happened to be attached at the hip), you and Yuri immediately made a b-line for the other.

Anyone around the two of you could clearly see (or at least confidently infer) that the two of you were dating. And dating you were.

As soon as competitions and practices were done for the day, you and Yurio agreed to meet up at a popular restaurant. Upon hearing of the plan, Victor had decided to take Yuuri there and join you two.

“Victor, I was kind of...well, hoping that Yurio and I could dine together. Alone. In peace.” You punctuated your words with sharp looks at the tall skater-turned-coach.

“Of course, however-”

“No, Victor, I’m saying that Yuri and want to be alone. On a-” You gulped, this would be the first one you’ve had with him in months.

Victor sent a knowing look your way, watching as your body tensed up. Fidgeting with your hands was all he needed to see to solidify what he was thinking.

“Alright, alright! Yuuri and I will go someplace else, then, yeah?” And, alas, the plan was set.

You met with Yuri - or at least planned to - at 7 PM. Stood beside the door in your most flattering semi-formal wear and warm jacket, you pulled your phone out to text him.

‘are you almost here?’

Exiting your messages, you slipped your phone into the pocket it resided in previously and wrapped your arms around yourself to keep your body as warm as you could in the winter weather.

Yawning, you kept an eye out for your blonde boyfriend, watching the streetlights to see if his slight frame would pop out from the shadows.

Peeking around a corner, you noticed him walking along the sidewalk, but he was accompanied by someone. Someone that was not you. Someone that was getting a little too touchy - something that both you and Yuri had to agree on.

The girl had ears on her head, leading you to assume that she was one of his more forward fangirls. Practically hanging off his arm, she had hearts for eyes and Yuri looked like he was fighting the urge to throw up at the mere sight of her.

By the time he was within earshot, you could hear her gushing about the area and the sights within it, which ones would be best for him to see, causing you to flare red.

People around you would have seen steam bursting out of your ears if it were possible.

“There you are! I was getting worried about you,” you shouted, speedwalking to meet the boy and the brat midway. “Did something happen?”

Yuri sent a semi-panicked, semi-annoyed glance to the fan to his side. “Crossed paths with a fan on the way here.” His eye twitched as he ripped his arm from her grasp as easily as he could. “Sorry about that.”

You, in a moment of impulse, grasped his arm and hugged him close to your body. “It’s all good, seeing as you’re okay, darling. Should we get a table now?”

Yuri went red, as did the girl that trailed him, and you just snuggled yourself into his side. He blinked, lost, before stuttering out and low answer. “Yeah, sounds good.”

The girl huffed and stormed off, glaring at you when she’d peer over her shoulder when sulking away. You just sent her a smug grin, mouthing the words ‘He’s mine’.

It took him a solid ten minutes to regain his composure, which happened to hit him when the both of you were already seated in the restaurant. Your jacket was off, and you had your phone laid to the side of the table, waving your hands in his face.

“Are you there?”

Blinking himself to reality, he spoke. “What just happened?”

You raised an eyebrow, turning away and pursing your lips. “Nothing much. Scared your fan off for you, though.”

You diverted your attention to a really attractive neon sign at the corner of the room and got flustered. Yuri narrowed his eyes. “Mhm, sure, of course. Totally weren’t jealous, were we? You just helped to get her off my back?”

Your nose scrunched up. “Yes, that’s right. That’s why.” You crossed your arms and sat proudly in your seat, lips still pursed and attention still away from the blonde.

“You know you always avoid eye contact and act all haughty when you lie, right?” His smirk burned itself into your memory and flashed behind your eyes despite the fact that you weren’t able to see it at the moment.

“I- I do not.”

“That was another lie.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

The air around you two turned playful.

With his voice dropped, Yuri leaned into you as you remained firm in your stance. “You also know that you are absolutely adorable when you’re flustered, too, right?”

You deflated and, if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, the tips of your ears were starting to flush. “Here? Really?” Your eyes were wide.

“Finally got your attention.” He smiled, small but meaningful, and continued. “You aren’t going to lose me to some shameless fan, okay? You’re my one and only, alright?”

Nibbling your bottom lip, you nodded slightly. “I know, it’s just that she was getting handsy and it was getting late and you were getting uncomfortable....”

“That’s true, but that wasn’t why you cuddled me in street, was it?” he taunted, the tone of his voice light, airy, and teasing.

“I swear, I wasn’t jealous!”

“I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Anyway, what did you want to eat tonight? My treat.”

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bi-bard · 2 years

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The Collection of Failed Date Nights - Angus MacGyver Imagine [MacGyver (2016)]

Title: The Collection of Failed Date Nights

Pairing: Angus MacGyver X Reader

Word Count: 2,067 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Mac and (Y/n) didn't expect their relationship to be the same as many "normal" people. Still, they were ready to do everything in their power to have some time for just the two of them. They had to learn the hard way that their plan was far easier said than done.

Author's Note: I've been considering one of those "____ Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with ____" for MacGyver, so (besides Taylor Swift because I get the joke) what artist would you like to see featured in that?

Oh, I used late season 1 for reference to the team members.

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Night One: Matty couldn't call at a convenient time to save her life

Dating when you work with the Phoenix Foundation wasn't easy. When both of you work with the Phoenix Foundation, then there were times when you were going to feel like you two were less dating and more trying to work in excuses to hold hands at work.

Mac and I learned that lesson fast.

Regardless of the circumstances, we tried to fit in some of the "normal" things. Movie nights and dinners and dates.

Easier said than done.

We learned that very early on.

I smiled at the little diner that Mac pulled up to.

Mac tried to explain, "I know it's not very fancy, but it was all a bit last-"

I leaned over and pecked his lips. "It's great."

He grinned at me before shutting off the car.

The night went on pretty well. We got seated, got our drinks and food ordered, and were just waiting. It was starting to look like we were going to have a normal night.

Mac was in the middle of some story from filming Bozer's short film when my phone went off. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and groaned.

He chuckled at me. "Who caused that reaction?"

"Matty."

"You're kidding," his face dropped.

I nodded and answered the call, "Hey, Matty."

"Sorry to cut you and Mac's dinner date short, but I need you guys to come in," she said. I sat up a little straighter, looking around for some sign of her or anyone from the foundation. "You two were talking about it in the hall."

"The fact that you knew to explain doesn't comfort me."

"Just hurry up and get here."

She hung up before I could respond.

"We gotta go," I told Mac simply. He groaned. "I know. Come on."

He pulled himself out of the booth and got out his wallet. "We would have much better luck if we just started ordering our food to go."

I just nodded.

Night Two: Jack is a lost puppy (even if he refuses to admit it)

We thought drinks would be easier than most things.

Not as big of a commitment as most things, easier to pay for in a rush, and it allowed Mac and I to actually talk.

We were both leaning on the table while Mac was attempting to show off after I questioned the whole paperclip habit. He was trying to prove that it was incredibly useful.

I leaned on his shoulder, chuckling as he rambled about the paperclip.

"Hey!"

I looked away from Mac when I heard Jack's voice. The small pang of disappointment made me feel guilty because I liked Jack. He's a great guy. But also, I was on a date.

"Hey," Mac greeted him.

"You two mind if I sit?"

Mac nodded, motioning toward the other side of the booth.

"How are the lovebirds doing," Jack asked.

"(Y/n) was making fun of how much I mess around with my paperclips."

"'Making fun' makes me sound mean," I said. "I was more questioning."

"Don't worry, I make fun of him too," Jack replied.

I let out a laugh and leaned back against the booth.

Mac just scoffed, "I'm happy you two find this funny, but I have saved both your asses several times with these paperclips-"

"And a crap ton of other stuff," I shrugged.

"Usually involving my phone," Jack added.

"You are both rude," Mac muttered.

I leaned on his shoulder again and he placed his hand on my knee. It was nice. I wish we had planned for our night to involve more than just the two of us, but this was nice.

I didn't feel right complaining about it.

Night Three: Bozer said he wasn't going to be home

I could barely remember what Mac had been talking about at the time. He was pacing a bit and rambling about something. I was sitting on his bed, occupied with other things. Like the fact that we finally had a night to ourselves.

"You're not listening," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Excuse me? I always listen to you," I made it very clear that I was lying.

"Oh, really," he asked, stepping over to me. "What was I saying then?"

"If you mix hydrogen and a paperclip and... other... stuff..."

"What- woah-"

I pulled on the front of his shirt so I could press my lips to his. He managed to catch himself by placing his hands on either side of me. He chuckled as he kissed me back, making me grin into the kiss.

I started moving back, pulling Mac along with me. I laid down, moving my hand into his hair. He lowered himself onto his elbows. My free hand moved to his shirt buttons, starting to undo them. It was not as easy as I thought it would be.

His lips moved to my neck, moving down from the spot below my ear.

And then... Bozer's voice sounded from the main room.

"Mac! I was thinking and-"

"I'm gonna kill him," I muttered.

Mac laughed at me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"You said he was going to be gone for the night," I groaned.

"I know, I know," he pushed himself off the bed. "I'll go talk-"

The door swung open before he could finish his thought. Bozer froze in the doorway. He looked between me lying on my back and Mac's shirt being half-undone.

"Did I interrupt something," he asked.

"Wanna take a wild guess," I replied, pushing myself up on my elbows.

He just nodded. "Well, I was gonna order some food if you guys..."

I raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled guiltily before walking out.

I let my head fall back onto the pillow and shut my eyes. I felt a kiss get pressed to my forehead. I looked at Mac for a moment to grin, hoping to show that I was upset with the situation and not with him.

One day, I thought as I reached up to touch the side of his face. One day we'll get a normal date night.

Night Four: Mac needs to check his pockets before going out on a mission

We had honestly gotten lucky the trip was as quick as it was. The two of us had invested in some tickets to a small concert. The idea was that the show was small enough that we wouldn't break the bank if we weren't able to make it.

But here we were, standing in line for a concert. We were going to get a couple of hours together just to enjoy what was going on around us. It was a dream.

When we got to the door, Mac went to pull the tickets out of his pocket. He insisted on keeping a hold of them "just in case". I don't know what he thought would happen if I kept them, but I wasn't going to argue about something that didn't matter.

But as a nervous smile formed on his face, I wonder if I should've argued more.

He reached into his other pocket before starting to frantically check every pocket he had. Small scraps, a paperclip, but no tickets.

The guy at the door finally waved us away. I crossed my arms over my chest and started walking back to the parking garage that we had paid for. Another waste of money.

"(Y/n)," Mac followed close behind me. "I'm sorry."

I tried to blink away the tears of frustration that had formed in my eyes. "It's fine."

"No, it's not," he grabbed my arm so he could turn me around. "I... I screwed up our whole night and I'm sorry."

I closed my eyes for a moment. His hands cupped the sides of my face. I felt him press his lips to my forehead.

"I'll make it up to you," he was basically speaking against my skin. "I promise. I'll figure something out. I am so, so sorry for this."

"I just wanna go home," I mumbled, feeling the tears starting to fall. Mac pulled me forward into his arms, guiding my head to rest on his shoulder.

"Okay," he replied. "That's okay. Maybe... Maybe we can find a good movie or something. And then we can relax and cuddle, yeah?"

"I want to go home alone," I corrected my statement as I stepped back. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't apologize," he grabbed my hand, starting to lead me to the car. "That's okay. It's your choice."

I felt bad for being so upset, but I had been looking forward to tonight. It felt like everything in the world had gone right for us to be there only for us to get smacked down right at the end. It hurt.

Mac was understanding when he dropped me off. He kissed me gently, continuing to mumble how sorry he was.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I replied before getting out of the car.

Mac refused to drive away until he saw me walk inside. I waved at him from the door before stepping inside.

As I locked the door behind me, I leaned my head against the door.

I just wanted one night with no interruption or mishap. I never realized how difficult that would be to achieve.

Night Five: Does it count as escaping an escape room if we never went inside?

The other three hadn't even known about the escape room until Mac and I were getting ready to leave.

And then, Bozer asked if he could join. He was completely oblivious to the idea that Mac and I may have wanted to do something on our own. I looked at Mac, letting him make the decision. He looked back at me for a moment before looking at Bozer and nodding.

And then, Bozer asked to let Jack and Riley tag along, saying that it would be good for the team to see each other outside of a life-or-death situation. Mac nodded to that idea too.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to me as he kissed my head.

"It's okay," I promised despite my disappointment.

The other two met us there.

It all seemed to be going fine until it was actually time to go into the room.

"Wait, gotta tie my shoe," Mac touched my arm as he knelt down. I stopped, scoffing at him for grabbing my arm.

Just as Mac finished tying his shoe, he jumped up and pushed the door shut. He nodded at the workers and grabbed my hand.

"What are you doing," I asked, letting him lead me out. "We can't just abandon them."

Mac stopped outside the building, pulling me abruptly into a kiss. I almost squeaked out of shock as he did. My hands touched his sides as I kissed him back. He leaned back a few moments later.

"What do you say to picking up dinner and going back to my place," he suggested.

"And just leaving them trapped here?"

"It's an escape room. That's the point."

I chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me again.

I hummed and pulled back. "You've got yourself a deal, MacGyver."

He grinned. "Good."

He started pulling me along with him again.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket when it started ringing. Before I could properly look at the name, Mac grabbed it and declined the call.

"Mac!"

"We've earned a night together," he explained as he handed my phone back to me. "No interruptions."

"I didn't realize that it was upsetting you so much."

"I love the team," he replied. "I really do. But there are times when I want to be with you. Only you. I don't want to be a jerk, but... I felt like this was the only option."

I frowned at him. "We should probably sit down and talk with them about that."

He nodded.

"Instead of locking them in an escape room."

He chuckled, looking down for a moment. "That was a little rude, huh?"

"Maybe a bit," I confirmed. After a moment, I pulled on his arm. "Hey... I love you."

"I love you too."

Mac was right. We deserved to have time to ourselves. And we were getting there. It was just a learning curve.

A very complicated learning curve.

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johnny-coxville · 2 years

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Johnny smut after he wins against sami zayn and he's really cocky about it?

For some reason, Tumblr on PC gives me a ton of issues. Hopefully will have a phone sooner or later. For the time being, my writing formatting might look a little goofy.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

♡

Go Johhny!

In your hotel room the night before, as your boyfriend showered for his big day, you made him a silly surprise. You had bought some supplies to cheer him on for his wrestling match. You both had taken a long flight from California all the way to the ring in New York.

As he entered the shower, you took it upon yourself to get some poster paper, glitter, and whatever you wanted to make a silly poster. Finishing it before he even finished showering, it was covered with glitter and positive words like a fan cheering on their favorite wrestler.

You hid it in the back of the car, heading back into the hotel room. Coming out of the bathroom he dried his hair with a towel. A goofy smile plastered on his face. He was beyond excited, and frankly so were you.

The next night was incredible. You were in the front stands watching your boyfriend beat the crap out of Sami Zayn. The smile on his face was prominent throughout the night. Whenever he would turn to you. He flashed his eyes over to your massive sign “I love you Johhny Knoxville! Kick his ass! <3” It read. You swung it around like a madman. Screaming like a little fangirl.

The fight ended with Johnny as the champion. His silver hair was drenched, his goggles hanging around his neck. Hyping the crowd up like a goofball. When he was exiting the ring, you followed him. Exiting the stands and heading into the back. Seeing him standing around scanning the room, you ran and hugged him. His embrace tightening around your back.

You pulled back from his embrace with a massive smile. “Johnny I’m a huge fan! Could I could get an autograph?” You joked. He grinned. “I can give you something more than an autograph sweetie.” He chuckled.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Oh reaaallyy?” You cooed with a grin. “Oh yeahh. I’ll take you to my car.” He said grabbing your two hands and pulling them to his chest. A few people peaking you two’s way. You didn't mind much.

“Are you sure Johnny? What if you get caught.” You dramatically said with a frown. He tried to hold back a laugh. “As long as your quiet.” He whispered to you. Letting go of your hands and starting to lead you to the parking garage. Sometimes you both would mess around. Pretend your his pretty little fan. A fun way to praise him.

You two didn’t roleplay often, but when you did, it was usually odd. As you two walked hand in hand to the parking garage, you were full of anticipation. Egging Johnny on with your fan babble. “You really beat him. It was really hot.” You said rubbing his hand with your thumb.

He let out a small huffed laugh. “Well of course. Sami could never stand to the likes of me.” He said swinging your arm back and forth. Entering the parking garage he stopped. He scanned the garage for the elevator to the higher floor. Making his way to the elevator with you he fixed his hair and adjusted his outfit.

In the short time, you had made your way out of the crowded stands, he had already changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Stepping into the elevator with him, he hit the 40th floor. You were on the base floor. The elevator ride would be a good five minutes.

Johnny wouldn’t waste a single second in this five-minute ride. Standing next to you he turned and shoved you against the elevator wall. Pushing his hands into your hips he kissed you. You rutted your hips forward. Pressing into his jeans. Pulling back from the kiss, he questioned you.

“So. Do I get to know the name of the beautiful girl I’m about to fuck? Or is it a mystery?” He said with a toothy grin. You shook your head no. He would probably slip up and say your name. His favorite thing to do was cooing it in your ear when he was ready to release.

“Mmm. That’s a shame.” He said stepping a few steps back. It wasn't a very big elevator but enough to hold just about three people. You shuffled forward. Palming his jeans with your rather small hands compared to his build. He huffed. “I never expected I would have the chance to touch such a strong man.” You said rubbing your thumb down his trapped package.

“Oh yeah?” He let out shakily. The elevator doors could open at any moment. Revealing some poor person just trying to find their car. “Mhmmm..” You said unbuttoning his jeans. Sliding down the golden zipper. His cock hard against his thigh.

“I’m surprised there aren't more girls coming your way Johhny. You looked so good out there.” You said running your fingers up his length. He was backed against the wall, breathing anything but steady. You cocked your head, you two were only two floors away.

You adjusted his bulge and close his pants with a pleasant smile. “Oh, baby. I’m going to have it out for you.” He said as the elevator doors slid open. You both stepped out of the elevator, he buzzed his car. Making his way towards its spot in the garage. The garage was fairly empty in the first place. Only about 30-40 cars. Cars of the team members that worked there.

You both were practically running towards the car, speed-walking to indulge in one another. He popped open the hatch of his car. A large flat bedded trunk. He opened the back seat door and grabbed a blanket. Laying it down on the flat bedded trunk. Puffing the upper half into a makeshift pillow. “Johnny? Are you sure we should do this? What if someone sees us?” You said pretending to be shy.

He didn't answer. Removing the blanket from the trunk. It would be too difficult to position. Opening the back door and laying the blanket down. Fluffing the top once more to make for a decent pillow. “That’s the thrill baby. Someone catching you getting fucked by THE Johnny Knoxville?” He said coming back around to the trunk. He shut the hatch and grabbed your hand.

“Is this your first time ever having sex in public?” He said assisting you into the backseat. You two had, had sex countless times in public. “Yeah.. I’m a little nervous.” You replied. He nodded his head. “Don’t be nervous baby. I’ll make you feel reallyyy good. I promise.” He said unbuttoning his jeans for the second time that night. You sighed shakily.

“Do you want me to take my pants off?” You softly questioned. Hoping he would ask you to just drop the act. Wanting to be aggressively fucked. He nodded his head as he unzipped his fly. You kicked your shoes off, and lifted yourself up, and pulled down your jeans. Easy to take off considering how loose they were around your waist.

You began to lift your shirt off, though he stopped you. “I got it, baby.” He said pulling your shirt off over your head and arms. Lifting your back up to unclip your bra. Once that was removed, you were left in nothing but your thin underwear. He traced his fingers around your torso, leading up to your breasts.

His fingers brushed against your nipples. One hand squeezing your bud, as he leaned down and softly suckled your other. Leaning inside of the car, his left knee planted between your legs. You softly moaned, wrapping your fingers into his silver hair. Still slightly damp with sweat. He swapped places, softly pinching the opposite nipple and sucking the other. He moved off of your nipples, leaving soft kisses on your breasts.

He kissed down your chest and to your torso. Kissing your sides and down to your waist. He climbed off of you, backing up a step. He pulled your legs forward, hanging them further out of the car. He shuffled his unbuttoned jeans off and tugged off his shirt. Anyone could walk out and watch you two feel each other. It sparked a thrill in you.

Staring at his shaved chest, he was quite built. He had been working out extra for the match. Making him extra toned and defined. He eventually approached you again completely naked.

Grabbing your thighs, he got down to his knees. Leaving his skin on the cold cement. He pulled you as close as he could. His hot breath on your crotch.

Hooking a finger under your panties, he slipped his tongue against you. Painfully slow, he glided his tongue against you. Enjoying every second. One hand on your thigh, the other still holding your panties. He picked up his pace, keeping you unable to be still.

He groaned a bit as he suckled your clit. Sloppy noises coming from below you, you held a hand over your mouth as he worked away at you. He pulled his head up, tugging your panties off. Getting off his knees, with no other warning, he entered you.

Pulling your legs onto his hips, he fucked you fast. Catching you so off guard you nearly screamed. An immediate shift of pleasure. Intense and hot. He leaned his face down to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back, sliding your fingers through his silver hair.

He filled you almost perfectly. Hitting every spot that could make you scream. He pulled his head back panting. “I don’t have a condom. I want to watch you finish with your fingers. I want to see you squirm to the thought of your biggest hero, Johnny Knoxville, watch you make a mess of yourself.” He said slightly slowing his pace.

He seemed to get off using his ego sometimes, but you enjoyed it. You loved his cocky presence. You nodded your head and removed the hand from your mouth. He pulled himself out of you, as you shot your right hand down to your clit. Your fingers circle the small bit.

His eyes didn't break contact with your fingers, his hand vigorously pumping at himself. Looking up, you were met with his eyes. The both of you intensely touch yourselves. The eye contact alone drove you both mad. A fast pace shared between you both.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to watch you cum all over.” He said sliding his thumb over his dribbling tip. You began to pant. Feeling yourself coming closer. Hitting the perfect spot, you arched back. Your fingers assist the wet sounds you two both made.

“Fuck! I’m going to fucking cum all over you baby.” He yelled stepping forward. Blowing his load onto your stomach and legs as you continued to work at yourself. His hand still kneading. You finished and made a massive mess of yourself.

Warm cum spread across your body. Your fingers are soaked from the ordeal. He squeezed the last bit of cum he had left, letting out a long sigh. You laid a moment catching your breath. “Man. That was the best experience I’ve ever had with a fan.” He said gathering his clothes. “Oh stop it PJ.” You rolled your eyes over his silly roleplay.

You lifted yourself off the leather seat, peeling off your sweaty body. Your crotch feeling entirely numb by this point. “Sh! My name is Johnny. Not PJ..” He said sliding his boxers back on, looking for his discarded shoes. You rolled your eyes once more, satisfied with the intense pleasure you experience.

“You should really attend more wrestling matches. I could get used to this.”

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lostgirl677 · 2 years

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Imagine taking Eddie to Disney World (One-Shot)

pairing : Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

pure fluff

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Even though he’ll never admit it out loud, Eddie loves Disney. So when you surprised him with tickets for Disney World, he was over the moon. Just don’t tell the Hellfire Club, he has a reputation to hold.

You drove for hours in his van and even though he was the one driving, he kept asking how far you were from Disney.

The moment you set foot in the park, he wanted to run everywhere.

‘Eddie ! Wait for me !’ ‘Catch me if you can !’ he says laughing like a maniac. So you run in every direction, in every shop and every attraction. At some point, you are so tired that you stop at a bench but Eddie has vanished. You begin to look for him.‘Looking for me sweetheart ?’ he says with a huge smile on his handsome face.You jump out of your skin. ‘Where were you ?’ ‘Well, I saved a bit of money to buy you a little something’ ‘What ? You didn’t have to’ he hands you the gift. When you unwrap it, you discover a little plastic princess crown. He takes it and places it on your head. ‘ For the queen of the Hellfire Club and most importantly, of my heart’ and leans for a kiss. ‘Don’t mind the pink glitter everywhere’ he said with a wink. ‘Deep down you’re a big softie, Munson’ you say blushing.

You go to almost all the attractions of Fantasyland, Frontierland, Adventureland and Discoveryland while eating tons of candies, holding each other's hand while singing loudly and off key some Disney songs, having the time of your life. When eating cotton candy, you hold each other’s hair and Eddie puts sugar on your nose, laughing. ‘You look so cute, Y/N’. Then you take him to a shop to buy him a t-shirt and a Mickey hat with his name embroidered on it. ‘I’ll wear it only for you but you know that it will be hidden out of sight in my room under any circumstances’ ‘Even our cute picture with Goofy ?’ you ask, faking a pout. ‘I promise that I’ll pin it on my wall or even take it with me in every campaign of the club’ ‘You don’t have to, I was just joking’ you say and kiss his nose. ‘Woman, you’re driving this poor soul crazy’ he says dramatically. ‘You were already crazy when we met’ Even when people keep looking at you like a couple of freaks, you don’t care, it’s like it’s just the two of you in the middle of a fantasy kingdom, causing ruckus and being playful.

Near the end of the day, you are on The Hollywood Tower Hotel waiting line. Looking at all the decor in a glance, you are both in awe. After the pre show, you enter the boiler room. Eddie closes the space between the two of you.‘So… it’s all dark in here ?’he asks suggestively. ‘Don't hesitate to cling on me if you’re scared, sweetheart.’ he adds smugly. You can’t help but laugh. ‘I’ll consider it’ you say, raising a brow. When the elevator arrives you get ready to enter, sit down on the front row and take off your crown. ‘Take the hair tie and take off your hat, Eds’ ‘Why ?’ ‘Your hair will get messy after this.’ He obliged and the attraction began. Eddie keeps whispering inappropriate things in your ear to make you blush and laugh. When the narrator says ‘You are about to discover what lies beyond the fifth dimension, beyond the deepest, darkest corner of the imagination . . . in the Tower of Terror.’ the elevator drops. Eddie screams and clings to you as if his life depended on it while you laugh.

At the end of the attraction, he looks pale but tries to regain his composure. ‘After Vecna and all the crap, you’re still scared of stuff like this ?’ ‘What ? It was really brutal and it’s not really nice to make fun of your boyfriend like that’ ‘I really need to buy this ride picture’ ‘You’re merciless, real cruel’ ‘But you love me’ you say in a sing-song tone. Once you have the picture in your hands, you can’t help but laugh. ‘ It’s definitely blackmail material.’ ‘Don’t you dare, cruel woman.’ For only answer, you just kiss his cheek. ‘Hey ! You didn’t promise not to show it to anyone !’ You just run and he tries to catch you.

By this time, the night fell.

You watch the fireworks above the castle. You can see Eddie’s eyes shining with each time the night sky erupts in thousands of colors. After everything he’s been through, seeing him like this was a real gift. At the final, he grabs your hand to pull you towards him and kisses you.

‘ Do you know what I love about you ?’ he asks. ‘Hm ?’ ‘ The fact that I don’t have to act around you. I can go soft with you. You never judge me in any way… Except back in the Tower of Terror’ he looks at you playfully. ‘You never saw me like the local freak. Never had any prejudices on me. I’ve never been loved and I never loved that way. You’re the best thing that ever happened in my life.’ ‘I love you too, Eddie.’ and after another kiss, you make your way to his van to head to the hotel.

A/N: I know this attraction opened in 1994, so the chronology isn’t really respected. And sorry if it’s bad

also english is not my mother language

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn #season 4 stranger things #hellfire club #joe quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x reader

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melishade · 1 year

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No. You are not being childish. You're allowed to be upset when total strangers are telling you, if not demanding, you to change something you poured your heart into. I get that they're excited, and maybe they think they're being helpful by giving you ideas, but if you feel like your audience is pressuring you, then that's not okay. You made it perfectly clear that you have a plan, but they either skip that part of your notes or ignore it all together. Either way, this is your story, not ours. The fact that you're sharing it with us and interacting with us on other platforms shows how much you care about Attack on Prime and its readers. As a writer myself and a total noob, I can relate to just how hard it is to get a single chapter to feel like it's ready. Imagining the story in your head, trying to put it into words, doing a crap ton of research to get your facts right, and submitting it for the world to see is really hard! Don't let anyone bring you down. You're doing amazing. I love it, and dozens of other people do, too. If you need more time to perfect your work, take it. We can wait.

It feels good to be appreciated. Thank you so much.

#asks #send me asks #attack on prime #writing woes

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nancypullen · 11 months

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Typical Tuesday

Life moves at a snail’s pace here but so do I. I used to be such a bouncy, bright gal until my ankles and feet decided to turn on me. Now everything hurts and cracks, and scoffs at me when I say, “Hey we should dance!” Boy, I miss dancing. I still shimmy around the kitchen when I cook, but sustained dancing for an hour or so seems like a big ask. Poor, poor me.

I’m only thinking about that because I just tried making an appointment with an orthopedic doctor for a weird thing that’s causing pain in my left ankle, formerly known as my “good ankle”. I was on hold for about ten minutes, went through the new patient song and dance with a very friendly young woman, gave all of my pertinent info, and then she said, “Okay, just as soon as your former doctor sends your medical records someone will call you to schedule an appointment.” Well, crap. I replied, “I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you will not request those records.” She confirmed that, said I’d have to get them to fax the records, and hopefully everyone would do their part and I can see a doctor before my foot falls off. Immediately after ending that call I placed a call to my doctor in Tennessee and said I needed my records to be faxed up here. That not-so-nice lady said that would require an official form from the doctor’s office in Maryland, and blah blah blah. I explained that they told me I had to make the request and maybe I get the form from them, or perhaps it could be emailed to me, or could I possibly find it on their (TN) website. I was battering her with all of the ways I might be able to get my hands on the form and get this done today, when she finally sighed and said, “Look just email me giving your permission to release the records and put your name and date of birth in the email.” Now, was that so hard? I thanked her profusely and sent the email fifteen seconds after we hung up. Who thinks that this will all go smoothly and I’ll get a call this week? I’d say those odds are slim. I hope I’m wrong, but I’ll bet I have to request the records at least once more and won’t see a doctor before September. Ugh. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I don’t post enough and I’m trying to make myself show up. It would help if I had something to actually write about but you’ll just have to bear with me. If I show up every day maybe my muse will show up too. Cross your fingers, light a candle, rub some beads.

Today started the way our days it always start. The mister gets up early and goes out for a long walk. He likes to show off his healthy feet. He listens to audiobooks and watches the town wake up. While he’s doing that I play word games on my phone (Wordle, Spelling Bee, Letter Boxed, Connections, etc). Then I have long conversations with the cats, eventually get up and make the bed, and ease into my day. We’re very different people. For example, he’s been watching Wimbledon and he caught me tuned into the Hallmark channel’s Christmas in July.

Don’t judge me. The world is on fire, I needed a dose of predictable sweetness with a happy ending. Speaking of sweetness, on Sunday we drove over to spend an afternoon with the Edgewater gang. Everyone is getting ready to scatter on different trips, so we wanted to hug them before that happened. Little Miss was as entertaining and fun as always. We were treated to a mermaid water show in her pool, I played Barbies with her for a little while, and then she belly laughed while driving her cats bonkers with a laser pointer. It was a full afternoon. A big storm blew in and dumped tons of rain that same afternoon. We made our exit when there was a break in the radar and raced the rain home. As we started across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge I saw these big freighters lined up to head into port, and those ominous clouds hovering above them. Yikes.

That was snapped from a moving car so the quality isn’t great, but...anyone else notice there’s a chunk of the bridge missing? I didn’t notice it when I took the picture, I was too busy looking at those ships. Doesn’t look big enough to alter the integrity of the structure, but what the heck happened there? Someone had a bad day.

On a happier note, I’ve got one sunflower fully opened and several nearly there. Aren’t they cheerful? I just love ‘em.

Other things that give me pleasure are clean windows (how’s that for a segue?). My sister turned me on to this fabulous spray cleaner.

It’s amazing. Even better, it smells wonderful and it’s just $2.50! I picked up my can at Walmart, I’m sure it’s sold elsewhere. Anyway, it’s cheap, it leaves windows sparkling and streak-free, and the fragrance smells just like the lobby of the fancy-schmancy Grosvenor House Hotel in London. No lie. When we stayed there like the Clampetts a few years back it was one of the best parts of the stay - walking into that lobby and being enveloped in the fragrance. I didn’t know if it was all of the fresh flowers, some special spray they used, or if that’s what loads of money smells like. Whatever it was, you can have it in your home for $2.50. I’m a fan. I’m not a fan of my hair. I mean, that’s not exactly news. It’s been an on-going battle since kindergarten. I’ve let it grow again, it’s long again, and I look stuck in the 70′s. My hair behaves a little better when it’s long, the weight is like a Thunder Shirt. But I don’t think the length is a friend to my face, I know the style isn’t. To be fair, I go through this every year during July and August. The height of summer heat and humidity always makes me want to shave my head. I was zipping along just fine in June, it wasn’t even hot. Right around the 4th of July the sticky heat arrived and my hair lost its dang mind. I’m walking around looking like this.

So I’m spending lots of time on Pinterest looking at short haircuts. I’m going to do it it’s just a matter of choosing a style (which won’t work), a place (good luck with that), and screwing up my courage. We all know this will be a disaster. It always is. I don’t think I’ve even once walked into a salon and walked out feeling better. It’s a generational curse. But it’s been quite a while since I tempted fate, and I’m feeing so ugly lately anyway, might as well. Best case scenario, I end up with a cute, fresh style that I like.

Worst case scenario, I look like Mrs. Claus.

It’s a safe bet that I have more Mrs. Claus tendencies than I do Helen Mirren tendencies. Darn. If nothing else maybe it’s just time for a change. Will I miss the ease of a ponytail or a big hair clip? Yep. Will I miss this same, old, tired hairstyle? Nope. Well, maybe. There’s always comfort in what we know vs the unknown. Finding a place is daunting. I called the Ulta salon in Easton thinking that if the haircut sucked then at least I’d be inside Ulta and I could treat myself to a new lipstick or something. They only have two stylists and a haircut and blowdry is $70. I will start up the weedeater and let it cut my hair before I pay $70. I don’t want to go to the salon that I visited in Denton, the owner cut my hair and she was delightful, but the haircut was not. There are plenty of others in the area, mostly pricey, so I may just have to throw a dart and pick a place. Or I could spend the rest of my life in a ponytail. Back to Pinterest...

Raise your hand if you’re tired of hearing me talk about my hair.

Told you I didn’t have anything to write about, pretty sure the glass cleaner was the high point of this post. I think I’ll head upstairs and soak in a bubble bath and lose myself in a book - a book where the main character has perfect hair. I hope that your week has been a delight so far. I hope that you have had at least one good laugh and at least two moments of pure pleasure. If not, hey, it’s only Tuesday! There’s plenty of time. Sending out loads of love tonight. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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imagine--if · 2 years

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One headcannon I have for Eddie is he's initially apprehensive of the reader doing things for him. In his mind the reader is his angel/ precious princess who he doesn't deserve so when he comes home from work and the reader has made him a beautiful dinner at first he's like "*gasp* angel this is absolutely beautiful but you are not my maid sweetheart!" He loves the dinner but is quick to jump up and do the dishes because he believes he's the one who should be waiting on the reader hand and foot not the other way around.

A/N: This is so accurate and adorable wth 🥰 so yea, did a blurb too hehe, enjoyyyy (I'm gonna hopefully get round to answering a lot more matchups and earlier requests this weekend since I finally get a break from exams 😅 got the next To My Hope chapter in my drafts!!)

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: FlUfF 💚

• Of course, Edward sees you as an ethereal beauty, so why the heck would he expect you to go around doing chores and stuff around the apartment?? That's not stuff you should be worrying about 😌

• Also, he's not really used to the concept of people wanting to do things for him to see him happy, cus before you came into his life... yeah, no one was ever like that with Eddie 🙁

• If you even attempt to go make food or something that requires just a little too much effort in his mind, you won't get very far, he'll look at you like you're joking and sit you right back down

• But this time, Eddie's working late to generate a little more income for your projects and all, so you take the opportunity to go make something for you and him, cus why not?? And since you've never really gotten a chance to in the past, you're curious to see his reaction

• His reaction was like 😵😍

• Edward honestly felt like crying because seeing the food set up on the table and you acting like it's not a big deal and you wanted to do it for his happiness... HoW cAn YoU gEt AnYmOrE pErFeCt?!

• Exactly like it's described, "Oh, angel, this is all absolutely beautiful... but you aren't my maid, princess!"

• He enjoys every little bit of it, but when you've finished eating, like hell he's gonna let you try cleaning up

• Genuinely shocked lmao

• "Wh- what are you doing? No, no! - you stay right there, I'll do it, okay?"

• Hope you're ready for a crap ton of things being done for you at every possible moment of the day after that, because if Edward can find a way to do something for you and get to see that smile and a kiss thank you, it's so worth it

• When he's the one making you food, he's very particular about presentation (I mean, how spot-on was that question mark in his drink 👀) and since it's being made for you, it's 'made with love' lol

• Ed's love languages definitely include acts of service, and words if you count lovestruck rambling 😂

• But I feel like his main love language is touch, so he'll be hugging and kissing you as much as possible to show you his thanks and how much he adores you 💚

• He'll obsess over how you did all that for him and agdsifbsfh I'mma have to write a blurb-

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Edward latches onto you with wide eyes, his arms encasing you as his breaths grow uneven with the overwhelming love building up and suffocating his thoughts...

As usual.

You smile and shake your head as he thanks you for the hundredth time tonight, squeezing back into the hug. "You're welcome, Eddie. You don't need to keep thanking me-"

"Of course I do," he breathes shakily, pressing a deep kiss onto your lips and resting against you in a daze after he pulls away. "No one's ever done that for me before... it was beautiful- you're beautiful, my sweet angel, thank you sooo much..."

You can't hold back laughter at that, smirking at him fondly and stroking his cheek with your thumb, making Edward melt easily into the contact.

"You're sooo welcome."

He giggles, cuddling up to you with a dreamy, dopey grin. "I love you. I'll always keep you safe from... from the horrors out there... I promise."

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paperrretro · 3 years

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pick up, please hold.

Pairing: Dean Portman x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,293 words

Warnings: Mild swearing

Request: Can you do a Dean Portman x Fem Reader fic please? Specifically D2 if you don’t mind

Brring. Brring. Brring.

“Hello?”

“Yo, it’s Dean. Is [Y/n] there?”

A sigh. “Yeah, she’s here.” Something rustles and clatters on the other side of the line; Dean keeps the receiver nestled against his ear, leaning against the wall as your little brother pulls away to scream your name. “She’ll be here in a second.”

“Cool. Thanks, little man.”

“Mhmm.”

He waits for a moment longer. True to your sibling’s word, you soon pick up, out of breath and sounding very eager.

“Dean!” you exclaim happily, and a smile crooks itself on the boy’s face. “What’s up? How’s L.A.?”

“Oh, man, babe, it’s awesome! You should’ve seen the coliseum. There was this huge welcome thing for us and tons of reporters – some people even asked for my autograph.”

“Really? That’s awesome!” In the background, your brother yells at your baby sister. Dean can hear you and your mom shush him. “Can’t wait to see you on TV. We’ll all be rooting for you.”

He puffs his chest proudly. “Make sure you’re loud enough so I can hear you on the rink,” he says. “I’ll bash up the competition real good for ya.”

“Aw, for me? That’s sweet of you.” You’re beaming on the other end, wrapping the phone cord around your fingers like you usually do when you make calls; he just knows it. “Are you and that other guy getting along now? Ful – Fol – uh, what was his name again?”

“Fulton. Yeah, he��s cool now. We’re roommates.”

“Sweet. Well, tell him hey for me. I’m glad you found a bro.”

Dean halfheartedly rolls his eyes at your teasing.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunts.

Your laughter rings in his ears like a song. “Aw. Look at you making friends, Mr. Tough Guy”—your mom says something, and you muffle the receiver to reply—“ugh, sorry, I gotta help my mom with something now. Good luck tomorrow, Dean.”

“Thanks. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight.”

The two of you linger for a few seconds, neither one quite willing to hang up, until your mom calls for you again. Dean snorts and mutters a quick “bye” before letting you go.

—

While breaking curfew in Westwood, Fulton watches Dean flick through the stacks of instrumentals and movie soundtracks with a furrowed brow.

“So … how long’ve you known this chick?” he asks.

“Since third grade,” Dean replies absently, picking up a tape. He’ll never get why you listen to this kind of music – but hey, he told you he’d get you a souvenir, so a souvenir you’ll get. “We’re neighbors.”

“You been dating long?”

“’Bout a year and a half.”

Fulton’s eyebrows shoot up. Dean doesn’t notice, too busy plucking out a jazzy-looking tape from a movie you’d mentioned watching a while back, and then gestures with his head towards the register.

“She’ll like this. Ready to go, man?”

“Yeah.”

As Dean checks out his stuff, Fulton stares at the tape meant for you and shakes his head in disbelief. Who knew his bro was the type for the long haul?

—

Brring.

“Hey.”

“… Hey.”

“I saw it on TV. The ref’s a dumbass.”

Dean slumps against the side of his bed, holding in a groan at the soreness in his muscles. Across from him, Fulton’s knocked out so hard he’s barely snoring, so Dean attempts to keep his voice down.

“I should’ve been out there, [Y/n]. Everyone got their asses kicked and all I could do was watch.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Then Coach made us do drills after supper. Gave us crap about not working hard enough — like he’s one to talk …”

You’re silent, the line occupied by the soft crackle of your breathing, and Dean drags a hand down his face with a sigh. He can’t believe you saw him get kicked out of a game barely five seconds in. God, it’s embarrassing. There was so much he could’ve done today and none of it happened.

“I’m still proud of you, you know,” you say softly. “You checked that guy like it was nothing.”

He chuckles dryly. “Thanks, babe.” Stifling a yawn, Dean cracks his neck, mumbling, “Good luck with work tomorrow. You’ll kill it.”

“Thanks. Good luck with practice.”

“Yep. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

Click.

—

“James was onto something with the checks,” Fulton says. “We gotta get the timings right and then bash ‘em where it really hurts.”

“Hell, yeah.” Dean grins and bumps fists with him. “The bash bros are back!”

Truth be told, after getting roughed up at Belmont, he’s feeling more pumped about hockey than ever before. All it took was a little schoolyard puck to clear his head. Team Germany is in for a pounding, Dean thinks.

Connie taps his shoulder. He swivels around, raising an eyebrow when she tilts her head toward the seats across from her and Julie.

“Yeah?”

“Someone’s got an eye on you,” she whispers with a smile.

He blinks and shifts a bit, meeting eyes with the girl staring at him from across the aisle.

The girl blushes and smiles, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She glances away quickly to giggle with her friend.

Dean settles back in his seat, pleased to be recognized but nothing more.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” Connie urges.

“I got a girl back home,” he responds.

Turning to Fulton again, he brings up the prospect of a game plan against Germany’s enforcers. Connie and Julie’s shock and ensuing sputters fly completely over his head.

—

You beat him to calling first.

“Dean, holy crap – you guys made it to the finals!”

“’Course we did, babe,” he retorts, preening at the pride in your voice. “You were doubting or somethin’?”

“Not once,” you say. “Anyway, how’s it feel? Going up against Iceland again?”

“Like we’re gonna kick their asses. Coach is on our side again; we’ve been studying the Vikings’ games. I got a good feeling about this one.”

“That’s great. I’ll be watching.”

“Counting on it.”

—

The stadium roars with applause and cheers so loud that Dean can’t even hear himself.

It hardly matters, though, as he seizes his turn to hold the flag, skating around the rink with his team. The lights are blinding. He’s all sweaty and his heart is pounding so hard it’s almost bursting, chest heaving as he whoops. He passes the flag to Fulton.

Reporters swarm like bees on the ice, microphones everywhere, peppering everyone with questions that he can’t catch. Maybe he answers some of them with an incomprehensible yell. The high of a win distracts him from the media attention, in any case; he’s too busy tackling and slapping his teammates’ backs to really care. Pride fills his chest and he feels like a damn Olympian.

A hand grabs his bare wrist and tugs.

“Hey, Number 21!”

Dean’s smile slacks out of shock.

Eyes wide, he turns around. You stand there in front of him, grinning, stadium lights shining around your head like a halo.

“Told you I’d be watching,” you shout.

Without a second thought, the enforcer throws his arms around you and presses his lips against yours, the chaos of the crowd disappearing for just a moment as you return his affection. When he pulls away, your smile is even wider. Dean catches his breath and grins back.

“Dang,” Russ cries suddenly, and Dean looks to his right to see his teammate pointing the two of you out to everyone else. “Get some, Portman!”

You just laugh. Neither one of you is the type to shy away, so he scoops you up for another kiss, much to your delight (and the delight of the Ducks). His nose brushes yours as he opens his eyes.

“Love ya, [Y/n],” he says next to your ear.

You peck his cheek. “Love ya back, Dean Portman.”

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do-ray-mi · 2 years

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NCT Dream Jisung as your boyfriend(M!reader, could pass as GN)

○Park Jisung as your boyfriend!!●

I imagine the first couple of months into the relationship he would be very cautious. Since you'd most likely be his first lover, he would be walking on eggshells to make sure not to screw up.

After that it's easy sailing for him! He'll get shy every once and a while, but that would be do to moments of intense endearment for you.

Forehead kisses, doesn't matter if you're shorter or taller. He will go to extreme measures to ensure you get a kiss on your forehead at least 10 times a day.

Not much for pda but once you two are alone, he holds you like you're his favourite teddy bear.

I'd imagine he'd spoil you, his love language is totally gift giving.

He would make a choreography with your favourite song.

Matching phonecases of fictional couple, more specifically, Toothless and Lightfury.

Jisung would have Toothless since they're both cute and dorky, aswell as Jisung was the one to try to impress you before you started dating(and embarrassed himself a few times in doing so)

You would have Lightfury since I would imagine you to be quite protective of Jisung, Yourself and the people you care for. Also it took you a while to trust Jisung do to unfortunate past events, but once that trust is earned, you are the most loyal.

Do to his complete lack of skill when it comes to housework, you're usually the one to do most chores while he keeps you company and cheer you on.

If he's filling extra humorous that day, he would grab a nct lightstick and act like a kpop fan and pretend to lose his shit over the littlest movements you do.

For example...

You could be playing a video game, suddenly he'd show up putting on his best girly voice "oPpA yOu'Re sO hOt!!!" And various other phrases he's read or heard.

We know sometimes he sleeps under the livingroom rug for warth, well if you ever have the chance to wake-up during those times. You join him no matter how uncomfortable it would be.

If you are a part of a culture different from Jisung's, I would imagine he'd be very interest to learn about it and would listen to you with that twinkle he has in his eye. You know the one.

If you work at a convenience store/cafe/library, he would come visit you during your lunch break. Disguised enough to not draw suspicion.

He would think about your relationship going public a lot. He would have to stop himself a lot during V-lives from talking about you.

However, he never goes through with it, people are scary and they still live in a pretty homophobic country.

Surprisingly, he was the one to initiate your first kiss. It was around a month into your relationship. You were too worried to initiate it since it's Jisung's first relationship and you didn't want him to do anything he wasn't ready for.

You always make sure he's eating and staying hydrated during comeback season.

If you find out about him being overworked, you'd bet your ass you'll be marching at SM with more than just a few words.

You two definitely have a minecraft world together.

If you play Genshin, you two would cause so much havoc. He would most likely always end up buying you a crap ton of Genesis Crystals whenever he catches wind of you wanting a certain 5 star who is either being released or having a rerun. You tried to stop him, but you would most likely end up fighting a losing battle.

After you two started getting more comfortable in the relationship, he would spend more time in your apartment than the dorms.

The Dream members love you, you're quite close with Renjun, Jaemin and Mark.

If he were to get sick, you'd force him to rest. Taking care of him, making him soup and making him take his medicine as he whines about the taste.

If you fall ill, he'd do his absolute best to take care of you. Calling his mom for advice, he would order soup instead of making it though... for obvious reasons.

Arguments are VERY rare, but they have happened.

Even tho you knew it was gonna happen, you sometimes feel lonely whenever he goes on long schedules. Especially when you wake up to an absent presence that you know was there the night before.

Sometimes the shipping makes you a bit insecure, especially when it's with Chenle. With the knowledge of the two's incredible bond, sometimes you catch yourself thinking "he would be better for Jisung than I am"

... that may have sparked one of your rare arguments.

It was solved quickly tho, don't worry. Turns out it was a lack of communication.

All in all, you two are ready to fight god for each other.

#nct dream x male reader #nct jisung #nct jisung x male reader #nct x male reader #no beta we die like men

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ptergwen · 3 years

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web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

—

“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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Challenge Accepted

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Warnings: very brief mention of death, friendly banter, Spencer being adorable.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Here’s some more of this adorable man. <3 This fic was buried deep in my drafts, and now it’s finally finished. Yay!

My Full Master List

You stared down at your book, headphone cords dangling down from yours ears. Of course, on the BAU plane, there was no way you were going to be able to read peacefully, or even listen to music without a crap-ton of background noise.

Nope, not a chance. Your attention was fixed on the playful banter between the disgustingly charming man beside you, and the gorgeous genius seated directly across from you.

“So, you mean to tell me that Pretty Boy can’t get a date? Well, at least that makes two of us,” Derek teased from beside you, his voice booming over the faint music. You tried your hardest to hide a smile as you continued to listen.

“Morgan, don’t tell me you can’t get a date! If you can’t then the rest of the world is out of luck,” Emily droned, seated directly across from him. Derek laughed.

“You mean you’re in the single’s club too, Em?” he chuckled, crossing his arms. She rolled her eyes.

“Being single isn’t a bad thing, Morgan. Some people have other things they’d rather focus on, like a career or hobbies,” Reid defended in a matter-of-fact tone. You couldn’t hide your smile then, but you didn’t look up from your book.

“Hobbies? Those are usually more fun with a partner. You can technically play chess alone, but it’s better with another person, right? More of a challenge?” Reid pursed his lips as he contemplated Morgan’s words.

“That’s true, but there are other hobbies that are best enjoyed alone—”

“Reid, work with me here! I’m just saying that there are a lot of us that would rather take on life with someone by our side. I’m not judging you if that’s not for you.” Derek threw his hand up as if surrendering from the conversation.

Reid sat there for a moment, his gaze flicking over to you as you peered up. You just smiled, acting almost as if you couldn’t hear them. Then, he turned back to Morgan.

“I never said I didn’t want that,” Reid muttered, just loud enough for you to hear him over your music. You furrowed your brow, but didn’t dare look up.

“Oh-ho. Well, now. Pretty boy doesn’t want to play chess alone forever.” Derek smiled smugly. “You’re from Vegas, right Reid? Then, how about be place a bet?” He leaned over the table dividing the seats and grinned. “How about the first one of us to get a date gets fifty bucks? But, it has to be someone we’re genuinely interested in. It can’t be just anyone.” He chuckled to himself. “And, if you can get them to go on a second date, another fifty bucks. Do you accept that challenge, Pretty Boy Genius?” Derek scrunched his nose as he grinned.

Spencer just shrugged and nodded. “Sure.” That was it. No snarky remark, nothing.

You smiled to yourself, thoroughly amused by the show. Then, you peered back down at your book and finally continued to read.

Only one more hour until you were finally home. Your warm bed and endless TV streaming options were calling your name.

You sighed, then closed your book, no longer interested. But, you kept your headphones in, rocking your head back and forth as one of your favorite songs played.

Spencer leaned forward slightly, catching your attention. You glanced up to see your fellow profiler staring directly at you, a smile glazed over his lips.

“Hey, Y/N, tomorrow is Sunday, right?” You glanced down at your phone’s lock screen, which displayed the date.

“Uh, yep. Tomorrow is Sunday. I’m actually looking forward to a day off.” You smiled. “It’s been six days.”

Spencer nodded in agreement. “Up to anything fun on your day off?” You shook your head and chuckled.

“No. At least, not anything you would consider fun. I’ll probably just do some laundry and get lost in a new TV series or something.” You nodded to yourself. The idea actually sounded awesome. You could finally take some time for yourself and not have to think about people dying. “What about you?”

“Well, I actually have tickets to a late night showing of Dr. Who and the Daleks at the old theater downtown. It’s the original 1965 version.” He pursed his lips.

“Tickets? Plural? Who are you going with?” You wiggled your eyebrows as you pulled your headphones out and wrapped them in their case.

“Well, I haven’t really figured that out yet.” He paused, lacing his fingers together and placing his hands onto the table in front of him. “Do you want to come with me? I think there is a costume contest afterward.” His amber gaze locked on yours. You hesitated, then raised your brow.

“Um, sure. That actually sounds really fun. I can’t say I have a costume at the ready, but I’m sure there will be a ton of cool ones there. I can be a judge.” You smiled.

“The show is at eight-thirty. The doors open at eight. Maybe we can get something to eat first?” You froze in your seat, eye locked in Spencer’s. Oh, that’s where this is going.

“Um, Reid, are you asking me on a date?” You cocked an eyebrow. Derek’s gaze snapped over to you, then to Reid.

“Yes, I am.” Spencer smiled hopefully, which was actually a lot more adorable than you could have imagined. Small dimples formed on the edges of his lips, making your heart pound.

You nodded, letting out a long sigh, followed by a sweet smile. “Then, it’s a date.”

“Wait, no! That’s no fair, man! The rules were that it needed to be with someone you’re actually interested i—oh. Oh, okay. I get it now. Okay, okay. Fine, Pretty Boy. You win this round. But, we’ll see if there’s a second date,” Derek poked, glancing over at you. You furrowed your brow, playing dumb, then leaned back in your seat. Challenge or not, you had a date with Spencer, and that’s all the really mattered to you at that moment.

“You walked right into that one, Morgan,” Emily muttered, not peering up from her phone. “And it sounds like you’re out fifty bucks.”

“I’ll get it back, Prentiss. Don’t you worry. I think that young lady at the coffee shop is pretty cute. I’m sure she’d be up to dinner with me this weekend.” You giggled beside your friend, rolling your eyes in sync with Emily. “This challenge isn’t over yet.”

Spencer placed the tip of his shoe gently over yours, coaxing another smile from you. Then, he glanced back over to Derek.

“Challenge accepted.”

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Never Enough | Owen Patrick Joyner

Request: Can you please write a piece with owen maybe a little angsty like she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him so she distanced herself from him but he catches on and reassures her 🥺

Author’s note: I absolutely sobbed writing this. I really did need a sad fic to cry it out today, so thanks for requesting this! I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Owen Joyner x reader

Warnings: Angst, anxiety, self-doubt, lots of crying

Words: 3,275

You had been feeling terrible the past few weeks. There was no reason at all to feel like this besides maybe your boyfriend, Owen, being in Vancouver filming for Julie and The Phantoms while you were still stuck in Norman, Oklahoma. But other than that, there was no reason for you to feel like this. And still, you felt like crap. It was almost as if something heavy was pressing down on your chest and you could just feel something was off. Something wasn’t right.

You had called Owen a few times, in tears, sobbing about how terribly you felt and how everything just felt wrong. He comforted you as well as he could through a phone screen and sang you to sleep almost every night. But he still felt bad for leaving you behind in Oklahoma. That’s why he decided to book you a ticket to Vancouver, so you could come stay with him and Charlie, and join them on set. He knew you could take a few days off of work or do some stuff remotely, plus he was convinced it would really make you feel better.

When the weekend finally came around, you packed your bags and hopped on a plane to Vancouver. You were finally going to see your boyfriend again after months of not seeing each other, and the thought alone made you feel a little better already.

The second you spotted the mop of blonde hair, your heart leapt as did your feet in the run up to him. Launching yourself into his arms, you felt like you could finally breathe again. And with that exhale, came the tears again.

“Why are you crying, Baby?” he mumbled into your hair as he held you as close to him as possible. You pushed yourself off him to look at his face and wipe away your tears, chuckling.

“It’s happy tears, I promise. Just… I missed you so much,” you replied. Owen’s expression turned from worried into endeared as he looked at you. He grabbed your face in his hands, his thumbs helping you wipe away the tears.

“Aw, I missed you too, Little One. Let’s get home now, shall we?” You nodded your head, and Owen’s hands dropped from your face, one trailing down to grab your hand, the other your suitcase. With hands intertwined, the two of you exited the airport and made your way to the car.

Though, there was still this gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach, you knew it was going to get better the more time you’d spend with Owen. You pinned the anxious feeling you still had to the fact you needed more of Owen in your day after having spent so long without.

“Here you go, Little One,” he said as he pushed the door to his and Charlie’s apartment open, letting you go inside first. With Owen trailing behind you, you stepped into the place, and were immediately met with a cinnamon-y scent. You grew more and more confused and curious as you walked further into the living room, finding Charlie in the open-plan kitchen, leaning his elbows on the counter as he scrolled through his phone. A light lit up the oven, showing a tray of cinnamon rolls baking, your very favorite.

“Gorgeous, did you bake for me?” you asked, looking up at Owen. Your words made Charlie look up from his phone, a smile finding its way to his lips upon seeing you.

“We did,” he corrected you while walking towards the two of you. “Welcome to Vancouver, y/n,” he greeted and took you in for a hug as Owen shut the door and took your suitcase into the living room. “How was your flight?” He pulled away from you and made his way to Owen with you.

“Good, but can we not just glace over the fact that the two of you baked cinnamon rolls?!” You didn’t peg either of the boys to be bakers. You knew for a fact Owen wasn’t the greatest baker as the one time you baked together, he completely ruined the dough by adding egg whites to it when the eggs had to be seperated.

“Charlie is actually a pretty decent baker,” Owen said with a smile and plopped down on the sofa, patting the space beside him. You inhaled deeply, the faint scent of burning reaching your nostrils. Trying your hardest to withhold a laugh, you turned to Charlie.

“Right, that’s why they’re nearly burning in the oven,” you said sarcastically. The panicked look on Charlie’s face was the best thing you’ve ever witnessed. His eyes grew wide before he sprinted to the kitchen, cursing and panicking, and getting the cinnamon rolls out.

“They’re good! They’re good!” he shouted as he placed the tray onto the counter. “Wanna come and drizzle them with some of that white stuff?” You bit back a laugh at the innuendo before walking over to Charlie and helping him out with the royal icing.

You could already feel the anxiety was slowly washing away. All you needed was these two himbos and a couple of cinnamon rolls, and you’d feel a million times better.

The three of you spent that night, cuddled up on the sofa, eating cinnamon rolls, talking and watching a ton of movies together. It kind of felt like coming home in a way. Because Owen was your home. Even though you’d always thought it was kind of cliché when people said “home is in your arms” but you couldn’t deny that it was true. Home was in Owen’s arms with his heartbeat softly thumping against your cheek as you laid on his chest.

Owen had been your boyfriend since the seventh grade. You’d been friends before that since you lived on the same street and went to the same school. You remembered the first day of seeing him move in a few houses down in the calm cul-de-sac you lived in. Ever since that day, the calm cul-de-sac wasn’t quite as calm anymore. He’d always ask for you to come and play with him whenever he was bored -- which was a lot, and, when you got older that kindly asking to come and play, turned into calling you in the middle of the night to sneak out and go on an adventure with him.

He never really asked you out. At your thirteenth birthday party, when everyone had left and Owen was allowed to stay over, he just kind of kissed you on the lips and told you he liked you. That’s how you kind of established you were boyfriend and girlfriend, which sounded hilarious to you when you remembered it later.

When Owen went off to L.A. to pursue his acting career, you’d kind of broke up, thinking it would be easier that way, but when you turned seventeen and he came back to Norman, OK for a while, the both of you realized you were actually in love with each other. It wasn’t that cute Middle School crush anymore. And now, you were still very much in love at 19 years old. You just knew this was going to be it. This is the guy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Owen was peak husband material.

Owen and Charlie took you to set the next day. You had already met all of them when you came to visit him at bootcamp in the summer. Unlike what you expected, everyone remembered you and was happy to see you again.

“We should all go to dinner together tonight!” Savannah exclaimed excitedly. She was the first one you met years ago when Owen was on the Nickelodeon show Knight Squad. You immediately clicked with the bubbly personality that is Savannah Lee May. You just loved how she came bouncing up to you when you visited them on set to introduce herself. Add to that the utter beauty and kind-heartedness, and you’ve got yourself a new best friend. The two of you FaceTimed regularly and texted daily, it almost made Owen jealous.

But now that you were seeing him on set with all these amazingly talented people that became his best friends, you were getting slightly jealous. Not the ‘one of you is going to steal my boyfriend away’, but the gnawing jealousy when you realize he’s built up this entire new life outside of Norman, outside of you. Even if you weren’t here, he’d still be this happy.

You wished you could shake the anxiety over the jealous feeling in your stomach, but you were unable to. All day long, you trailed behind the group, absently laughing along whenever the others did and just watching from the sidelines as Owen interacted with all these people. Even at dinner, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Owen started to notice how you’d quieted down during the day, and at dinner, he leaned into you and asked, “Hey, you okay, Little One?” in your ear. Chills ran down your spine at his hot breath blowing in your hair.

“Yeah, just a little tired, is all,” you replied and offered him a half-hearted smile. It didn’t convince Owen at all, but decided not to ask any further. Your relationship had always been built up of open communication and mutual trust. So, now he had to trust you would talk to him if something was really bothering you. But how do you tell someone you hate seeing him have a life beside you. That’s just plain selfish.

The next day, you decided to stay at the apartment instead of going to work with Owen. You had a few mails to catch up on and could keep up with some work here, anyway. Though you knew you weren’t going to do much of that.

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” Owen asked once more as you were settled on the couch with your laptop in your lap, ready to pretend to work. As you looked up at him, he was pouting and had a worried expression on his face. You were certain he knew work wasn’t the only reason you wanted to stay home for the day.

“Yeah, there’s just a few things I need to do,” you lied, shooting him your most convincing smile. Charlie and Owen exchanged glances, both of them knowing you weren’t being 100% truthful. The latter sighed deeply before making his way towards you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Have a good day at work, Gorgeous,” you said to him with all the excitement you could muster up to sound convincing.

“Yeah, you too, Little One,” he mumbled and left the living room.

“Goodbye, y/n!” Charlie shouted with a wave while Owen ushered him out the door. A small smile fought his way to your lips at the interaction between the two. They really were the best of friends.

“Bye, Charlie!” you shouted back.

The silence fell over the apartment as well as a heavy weight on your shoulders. You felt terrible for feeling this way. You knew you should be happy for Owen that he had so many amazing friends around him and that he loved his work so much. But you couldn’t help but feel sad about it too. The more he integrated here in Vancouver with all these amazing people, the more he let go of Norman, Oklahoma. The more he let go of you.

Tears pricked in your eyes as the thoughts raced through your mind. You could keep them at bay for a while until the image of Owen laughing at something Madi had said flooded your mind and pushed the tears out. You placed your laptop on the coffee table and grabbed a pillow, hugging it close to you as sobs raked through your body. There was no good reason for you to feel this way, but you still did. You felt bad for feeling this jealous of friends of Owen, of your friends. It truly just felt like he was letting go of you and his life in Norman, and you didn’t know how to handle that. You didn’t know how to handle losing someone you’ve had in your life for such a long time.

By the time the boys came home, you had stopped crying and were half paying attention to a movie you’d found on Netflix. None of the work you actually did want to do had been done, and you’d even forgotten to eat. Which you only realized when the aromatic smell of pizza filled up the apartment.

“Hey, Gorgeous,” Owen greeted as he walked into the living room. When his eyes fell on the little ball of a mess you were, his demeanor changed entirely. He went from somewhat cheerful into full-blown concern. “Are you alright?” he asked, placing the boxes of pizza on the dining table before walking up to you. You sat up from your previously sprawled out position at once, your heart breaking as a million thoughts flew through your mind. You were upset with him for building up something incredibly for himself beside you, and even more upset at yourself because you were upset at him.

“Don’t,” you snapped curtly, holding your hand up, “Take another step because I will break.” Owen swallowed visibly as he froze in the middle of the living room. He stuttered and stumbled over words of confusion and worry. “I can’t do this anymore, Owen.” You rubbed your hands over your face before looking up at him again. The look on his face screamed confusion. He had no clue what he’d done wrong or what had happened for you to suddenly think that.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” His voice cracked as he choked back tears, breaking your heart even more. You hated yourself for feeling this way, but you just couldn’t handle it. You didn’t know how to handle it.

“You, having a life I don’t belong in…” The words came out in a whisper. You barely even dared to speak your thoughts out loud. You were very aware that this was all crazy talk, but this was the only way to save the relationship from becoming toxic.

“What do you mean, Little One? You do belong in my life, I--” He shut up when you held your hand up to make him stop before you got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom you’d shared with him for the past two nights. The place you’d fallen asleep in, feeling so safe and happy. Now it just felt cold and daunting.

“I’ve booked a ticket back home,” you choked on fresh tears as you walked into the bedroom. Owen’s loud voice bouncing off the walls made you stop in the doorway, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you listened but didn’t look at him.

“No! No, y/n! You don’t get to just walk away without properly explaining what I’ve done wrong!” You waited a few beats after the last words had rolled off his lips, gathering all your courage before turning around to face him. You regretted that action immediately as the first thing you saw were the hot tears rolling over Owen’s cheeks.

“Look at your life, Owen. You got all these friends and an amazing job in a completely different country and I can’t help but feel left out, like I’ll never be enough. I feel like you’ve built this entire life away from Norman, Oklahoma. Away from me. And I know -- I know I shouldn’t feel like this and I hate myself for feeling like this but I can’t…” you took a shaky breath, “I just can’t pretend I don’t feel it and I can’t pretend for the sake of our relationship -- for your sake -- that I don’t feel it. I just, I can’t, Owen…”

Owen grew completely silent at your words, his heart slowing down as it broke. He thought he had everything in life. The perfect job, the perfect friends, the perfect significant other. And now everything just seemed to crumble down right in front of him. It just all seemed so perfectly balanced out with you being friends with his friends. He was completely mistaken. He knew something was wrong when you’d distanced yourself so much the day before and why you didn’t come with them to work.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered before turning around again to grab your stuff, but once again, you were stopped. Not by his voice this time, but by his hand grabbing your wrist and forcing you to turn around.

“Please, y/n, don’t do this,” he whispered, his voice cracking ever so softly. Tears clouded your vision as you looked at him apologetically. “No, baby, no, please don’t do this. I can’t-- I can’t live without you. It’s because of you I managed to come this far with this job. It’s thanks to you I even dared to do this audition because you believed in me. I wouldn’t have even tried for Alex if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Please, baby. Everyone in the cast and crew loves you, y/n, I promise you. Charlie told me earlier he wanted to ask you to live with us,” you looked up at Charlie, who had retreated in the kitchen, chewing on a slice of pizza as he listened with tears glistening in his eyes. “Savannah has loved you since you met when we did Knight Squad. Madi and Jadah see you as a big sister, and Jeremy just loves joking around with you,... They all love you so, so much, baby. Kenny! Kenny even asked where you were today.” Owen sniffled before taking another deep breath. “I can’t do this without you, y/n, please, don’t leave me. I love you so, so much.” The both of you dissolved into sobs as he sunk onto the floor on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against your stomach. He pleaded and begged, and your heart broke into a thousand pieces seeing him like this.

“Please, y/n,” you suddenly heard from the kitchen. When you looked up, you found Charlie walking closer with tears running down his cheeks. “Just stay… You belong here. With Owen, with all of us. We love you so much, we don’t want you to leave, ever.” Another sob raked through your body as fresh tears escaped your eyes. You finally let your hands fall on Owen’s head before kneeling down in front of him, your hands sliding down to his cheeks.

“I am sorry for feeling this way, Owen, I--I love you so much,” you whispered, sniffling. Owen searched your eyes for an answer. He wasn’t sure if this was goodbye or not. “I feel so stupid for feeling this way, I should’ve just told you I was doubting myself, for doubting us. I am so, so, so sorry.” A soft smile lit up his entire face as more tears rolled down.

“I love you so much, y/n. Please, don’t ever leave me,” he cried and buried his face into your neck as he hugged you tightly. You pushed him off you gently and cupped his face before pressing your lips to his in a passionate, kind of salty from the tears, kiss.

“I love you so much, Gorgeous,” you whispered and kissed him again.

For the first time in weeks, you felt okay again. Completely and utterly okay. Nothing could ever stop you from loving this man. Nothing could ever take you away from him. This was for forever. You and him. Forever.

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... is this just one big appreciation post for the women of Jujutsu Kaisen? Yes. It is. I go looking for some JJK content and I need more love for my powerful ladies! ⚠️SPOILERS FOR VOLUME 0 AND FOR MANGA!!! ⚠️

Kugisaki Nobara:

The girl of steel.

Her most iconic moment is the “I AM NOBARA KUGISAKI!” She is someone who has a strong sense of self and I’m honestly jealous. She knows who she is, and she’s confident in that. Nobara is funny and full of life and character. She’s comedic and in her introduction, despite being unsure on what to do with the child hostage, handled the situation in a way I didn’t expect based on what was presented by her so far.

She was introduced as confident, blunt, judgemental, and conceited. When the child was taken hostage, she, unaware that Itadori would come in throwing punches, set her stuff down. She was the one who took down the curse, it was her test after all, and I honestly love the little head pat she gives the kid after. It’s such a small gesture but it’s so sweet.

No Character is a good one without flaws and Nobara has her fair share of them. Like stated before, she’s conceited and her bluntness is sometimes just rude. She saw herself as above most people in her old town because she couldn’t understand how they could be so small minded and live simple lives when she in fact is a little small minded and naive. The first curse she faced wasn’t one she was totally ready for, but in the end conquered. She views Maki and Mai as a bad twin/good twin situation. She never met Sukuna so can only judge Itadori based on who she knows, Itadori. She understands the gender norms of the Jujutsu world and believes that she can change them as long as she just is her. She knows she’s pretty and she knows she strong so what could go wrong? (Loosing an eye).

Something I do love about her though is that she had friends and people she cared for before she came to Tokoyo. Before she uhm... gets injured, she thinks about an old friend and how she doesn’t think she will get to met up with her like she promised. Nobara is a great friend with a lot of love to give. She’s truthful but not perfect.

Random fact I love: her hair is dyed.

Zenin Maki:

The woman who will prove everyone wrong. She’s ambitious, powerful, and hardworking. She began at the very bottom of the world she lived in, and is still restricted by these boundaries even after she proved herself over and over again. But never once did she let that bring her down.

She can’t see curses without her glasses, (as someone who wears glasses most of the time, it’s hard to always keep them on your face), and has very limited cursed energy that she must rely on cursed infused objects for battle. But that isn’t the bad kind of relying on because of the fact it makes her extremely skilled and resourceful. She uses a bunch of different weapons and is ‘incredibly strong’.

She is blunt and straightforward, but can also be someone who teaches others. Personally, I’d hate to have her as a teacher because she would push me to every limit I want to avoid but should reach. Maki is the leader of the Tokoyo kids, I can’t take no argument. She will put the protagonist in his place. You don’t get to come back from the dead and act like you are in charge smh.

She admires strength. Her ‘type’ is someone who is strong, but it can be debated what kind of ‘strength’ she means. The Jujutsu world’s restricted view on strength is something that limited her for years and was still limiting her up to the current manga arc. Does she admire someone who’s strength is in their physical, mental, or emotional manifestation? She’s a great character and it gets more expanded in Volume 0. I need to re read that, and omg Maki like lost a crap ton of limbs and now she is like... roasted??

Praying she lives and that her father dies so she can work on becoming the head of the clan, like she wants. Fushigiro has the power but he cut ties with the fam and Mai has no desire. So... Maki as head of the Zenin Clan 2021... well I guess 2018?

Random fact I love: maki’s name has the kanji for “genuine” and “hope”.

Zenin Mai:

I have exhausted this topic. But I’m in love. (I wrote this whole thing and my thing glitched and deleted all my work rip)

Mai is confident and crude. She’s introduced as rude, inconsiderate and just all around your basic mean girl. She’s pretty, she’s confident and she doesn’t care if what she says hurt you.

However, one thing that seperates her from every other character in the story, is that she has no desire nor ambition to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer. As a child, she was scared of curses and it’s implied that she may still be scared of them as a teen. She was content living as a servant in her home because at least she would have a normal life. But, had she stayed in that life she would be living in a toxic household where she got no love and was viewed as lesser than. Despite not wanting to be a jujutus sorcerer, her sister’s ambitions of being one forced her to do the same and try to stay on par with her. At Kyoto, Mai develops... great friendships. She’s given kindness and love. This much can be seen in the conversation with her and Nishimya and the softness in her face when she simply says “I know” over the phone.

Personally, I don’t believe the Kyoto students are aware of Mai’s desires, due to the fact that Nishimya talked about the barriers placed against Mai/Maki as something distasteful for Mai.

Mai is someoen who puts on an act. She plays the part of your basic mean girl because what else is she supposed to do? She’s unhappy, and the only thing she knows how to do is lash out. She only knows and maybe even wants people to feel as bad as she did and does. She’s dependent and has abandonment issues due to her sister’s act of letting go of her hand.

However, what Nobara says is right. Misfortune doesn’t allow one to do what they want or to justify when they do bad things. Mai, like a lot of the Kyoto students, don’t know how to cope and deal with the bundles of emotions and conflict within them. They only know to lash out. In the story, Mai is still a minor character, but she has potential for growth, and I really hope it’s given to her.

Fun fact I love: Her first name contains the Kanji for “Geunine” and “rely on”. I love this because Mai might not even know who her genuine self is and in the recent manga chapters she’s relied on as back up from a distance.

Kasumi Miwa:

She’s the anchor of the Kyoto gang. Unlike the others, she doesn’t have major emotional baggage. She led a simple life and has a simple goal. Miwa wants to be a Jujutus Sorcerer to get enough money to help provide for her poor family.

Her story has a rag-to-riches type beat. She met a Jujutsu mentor who she trained under and learned how to wield a Katana so she wouldn’t have to burden her mother. She’s selfless, kind, and down to earth. Miwa has a fangirl heart and admires big name people like Gojo. She had major self confidence issues, despite all this. She had to work for this and has a goal in mind, but that doesn’t mean she’ll always feel useful.

Her relationship with Mechamaru is bitter sweet. She wants to know him better. Despite it being a prank, she does try to give him little gifts and make him feel included in everything they do. He protects her when his actions as the mole potentially put her endanger. It hurt watching the part of Miwa talking to his empty robot self while he did what he needed to.

And his last messages to her through the little ear pieces 😭😭.Even after knowing what he does, she’s still there to listen and is still there for them to rely on.

Miwa is just a breathe of fresh air in this story, but that doesn’t exclude her from the angst and trauma that comes with a story as dark as this.

Fun fact I love: it’s not a fact, but she wears a full on suit. I love it. I love it so much.

Momo Nishimya:

She’s a little witch 🥺. Momo Nishimya is introduced as somewhat reserved. She expressed nervousness over the abilities of the Tokoyo kids. In her fight with Nobara, she acknowledges her as strong and severely underestimated her. However, like Nobara, she’s willing to defend her friends at any chance she has.

The minute Nobara expresses distaste toward Mai, Nishimya immediate begins to defend her and starts lecturing Nobara on how women are treated unfairly in the jujutsu world. She introduced this idea that a woman must be pretty and strong, and I really hope this idea comes into play more and more later (and I think it will). Despite having a female teacher who is strong yet scarred, she expresses the idea that a scar is setback for a woman.

Her and Mai get along very well. The two of them are somewhat the troublemakers that Miwa constantly has to wrangle in (The dynamic between those three I love). Her character is pretty minor but in the reccent chapters, I loved how she got her mini moment. Itadori and her were the only two who were able to avoid Uraume’s ice and talks to Itadori passively and tries to even work with him. It’s a big step from how she begins with telling Nobara that she is a fool for being unable to distinguish a curse from a friend.

Fun fact I love about her: she’s Japanese American with an American father. Same, but I wasn’t raised Japanese whatsoever 🥲.

I’m going to do a part two with our adult ladies but that’s all for now folks!

Fun facts from the JJK Wiki page!

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The Legend of the Three Caballeros: Shangri-La-Di-Da and Sheldgoose Squaredance Reviews: The Last Ride (Comissoned by WeirdKev27)

SALUDOS AMGIOS.. THIS IS IT! The finale review of my retrospective on the Three Caballeros THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABLLEROS. It’s the final ride. While there will be, as i’ve said the last few time, a little epilogue to celebrate finishing this, as clocking in at 15 reviews, one best of list coming next week and covering a film, two sizeable comic book stories, and 18 episodes of television, this has been one of my largest projects and one of my proudest. But there will be time to look back next week. For now i’m amped up, excited about this series and excited to finish. So after the cut join me for one last full ride as our heroes face their final hour!

Shangri-La-De-Da: Our penultimate adventure begins with the Cabs returning home after training with King Arthur, where they apparently got a years worth of training in a day.. because apparently Camelot is one giant hyperbolic time chamber. But the training’s paid off as our heroes are now at their most skilled and most powerful: As a result Jose skifully and perfectly cuts an orange in seconds, Panchito ropes an apple from a nearbye stand (and the owner’s really cool about it since Panchito gives him the money for it “Thanks magic rope!”) and Donald.. breaks everything but in a really impressive ways. Our heroes are at their best and ready to take on Feldrake when the time comes, while Ari and the Bear.. are hiding what happened last episode with the girls investigating. Hey can’t win em all. Meanwhile Sheldrake is leading Sheldgoose into the Manor.. after a few goofs on him running into the barrier because he’s a petty asshole. They decsend into the depths bellow leaving Leopold to guard.

Back at the Cabana Donald just wants one more thing... Daisy.

I’ve.. gone on about why he shouldn’t do this last time. He deserves better. Xandra is right there and while she’s treated him shabbily from time to time. it’s more human error versus... everything with Daisy just everything. This plot point has been nothing but pain and suffering for me and it’s not changing that track record in these last two episodes, though thankfully it’s barely in the finale, so my own track record of screaming about daisy in text form every time she shows up will also remain in tact. He does this because Xandra offered them a vacation so he won’t be distracted.. again why isn’t she the love intrest? I dunno maybe sh’es more into Jose. And Daisy sucks on arrival, phrasing, as her response to Donald’s call wasn’t to just.. tell him no but to go to his place to clearly tell him no to his place saying “Let’s recap, you abandoned me in a bad part of town, spent our date in the bathroom all night in a hula skirt, then brainwashed my nieces into helping you trick me with a dummy��. Okay Daisy, you want to recap, you insufferable, pompus, selfish, self absorbed, overly demanding, overly haughty, golddigging rose colored shrew?

Let’s fucking recap: He left you in a bad part of town because he got FIRED from his job and found out his house burned down, something you REFUSED to let him explain. You found out about this and then proceded to berate him over dinner, saying he couldn’t possibly help people. While he did spend a while in the bathroom with a hula skirt nad never explained it the ONE point you have.. he LEFT to go help his friends, with you once again leaving instead of letting him come back and explain later or leaving but going to his place to hash this out or just dump him. THEN, something you CAREFULLY omitted, you moved on which is fine.. as a way to make him jealous, bringing the guy to his door to rub his beak in your new relationship with not a hint of shame,a nd ran off whie he was fighting for his life clearly. Now seeing things were more complicated, you asked NO follow up questions, imposed a date on him and while he did lie your nieces WERE NOT FUCKING BRAINWASHED. This was of their own free will you unbleivible she demon. You are so up your own ass you can’t even see the obvious. And then you came here JUST to say all this and be mean to Donald one more time. While Donald shoudln’t of called you up it’s not because of all that it’s because your a heartlress, selfish, shrivled husk of a person. You care about NO ONE but yourself, and that includes Donald. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

So Xandra just zaps them away and says she’s perfect for Donald.

Donald and Daisy end up in the himlayas.. cue the music.

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Why isn’t this game on Switch? Questions for later. Point is our heroes find a cave to duck in and a yeti.. who after clearing their throat reveals Xandra left them at the entrance for Shangri-La, and the inside is intorduced.. with a very lackluster musical number. A weak note for the songs to go out on but not bad, though Donald is pissed off because that’s his schtick here.. though credit where it’s do: Since I didn’t know everything and hadn’t finished it turns out his anger was delebrate.. but we’ll get to that and why it dosen’t work in a moment. Back at the Cabana the boys fence with bread before Panchito gets a flash as Sheldgoose puts the first amulet into..some kind of melting pool... and the girls confirm what happened seconds later. Feldrake has the amulets, which were used to seal him last time as revealed in last episode, and is melting them into his own power. The final battle is nigh! So Xandra goes to fetch Donald.. and comes back as she CAN’T. Donald and Daisy signed a contract and they can’t leave till ALL their problems are solved. And given Donald is carried off after his anger issues not only are evident when, given a pillow representing his frustratoins he destroys it, but he DENIES having anger issues, he’s dragged off to some extreme thereapy.. i.e. a Self Reflecting reflecting pool that manifests his anger as a giant, sausgey, pissed off version of himself and he reacts as you’d expect and gets flattned. Back at the Cabana, Xandra breaks the bad news.. and whie Jose TRIES to reassure them, his amulet is next to go so he gets a flash of it being destroyed and our heroes now have to scramble to take on Sheldgoose.. WITHOUT Donald. Back at donald’s inner hulk.. man I love this fucking job, Donald is pounding away until his own flash breaks things for a moment.. and sends him into his own head. We’re then treated to an acid sequece, an homage to Donald’s surreal reverire from the original movie that while not as wild, is still gloriously bizzare. Donald rencounters the teapot ghost thing that’s apparently part of his psyche from the first episode that gets him to consider why his life is like this and he goes through a lot of moments of the first episodes.. conviently eddting out daisy’s questionable behavior and the fact some things had actual catalysits. See the idea of Donald FACING his anger issues and growing from them is fine. But this has two faults. One, it assuems you can just.. cure anger issues. You can’t. Anger is a normal emotion and as someone with them I hope to generally work thorugh mine with a therapist.. but I know they just don’t magically go away and therapy is a process and your mental issues are lifelong things you have to grapple away. It’s not the MOST insulting treatment of emtoinal issues i’ve seen, as Total Drama you know had someone with MPD cured with a fucking button press, but it’s not great. And the second is this was poorly set up. Donald was an angry asshole all series yes and it was an issue.. but it wasn’t really FRAMED as a character arc. Just Donald being donald. So while having that be the source of his issues is a good idea for a character arc for im it comes off sloppy and forced because it’s been treated more like a joke or a character trait and less like a SERIOUS issue or the problem with him and Daisy. Hell they put the whole Dapper duck thing in there when he was fine that episode and is rightfully angry about that if at the wrong person. This whole thing just feels rushed, forced and unsatsifying and is a hsame for such a good idea

The payoff is good though, as when Donald awakens and let’s his anger wash away.. he just stands as the anger donald tries to beat the crap out of him.. but can’t do anything to him since he’s calm. He’s fine, and he’s released.. and his shock collar is disabled. Good quick gag. Meanwhile our heroes aren’t sure what to do despite having tons of magical items.. until they think what would donald do.. and he’d just at least try and thus corm a GIANT FUCKING MAGIC CANON OUT OF THEM. Very nice. They blow the doors off.. and through the back.. and into the money bin where we get a scrooge cameo.

And he’s voiced by Eric Bauza.. which is sadly not great because it’s far from his best work and dosen’t even really attempt a scottish accent.

But our heroes storm the gate.. after Xandra easily disposes of the dog guards.. who Sheldgosoe apparently raised to do this... still not entirely over that. They find the staircase and the triplets op to go back while the rest charge in and prepare to fight leopold.

Back at the Cabana, Donald and Daisy return via tub and Donald, seeing the swirling vortex of darkness outside sheldgoose manor, tells daisy he has to go his friends need him it’s his destiny, gives her one hell of a kiss she dosen’t deserve.. oh and earlier he told her “Thanks for being patient with me” and she tells him it was worth the wait. Ha ha... I hope you get hit by a rusty tractor you unfathomable blight on duck kind.

So part one ends with Donald heading for the treasure chamber to armor up.

Sheldgoose Square Dance: Part two begins with Sheldgoose putting the staff in place, and an egg emerging. Weird.. and as a result of that Leopold sense his ‘Daddy’ and leaves, and before the cabs can charge in donald shows up, now confident, at full strength and after tripping as you’d epxct, with the other cabs armor and in his. The guys suit up, and we get to see both jose’s.. amazing.. toned.. stomach.

And Panchito’s big belly.. which I have one of those so we’re twinsies. And Xandra of course watches Jose change slyly. Eh i’ts a bit creepy but I can’t blame her for sneaking a peak as long as she didn’t linger.

So our heroes are suited up, look awesome and have their trademark weapons Let’s fucking go!

Back at the ranch, the Nieces talk to daisy and having grabbed a weird document last time, are trying to piece it together. Daisy.. is suddenly really good with puzzles and helps them with it. They reform it and.. don’t really do much until after the danger has passed and I avoid another cornary yelling innterally at this unpleasant pile of hippo excrement.

So while the Cabs dash to stop feldrake feldrake awakens.. as a demon baby. And Sheldgoose has about a minute of mockery before feldrake smacks him around with telekensis and agrees while his mind’s affected by his current state, he’s still fully aware and can talk and seeing the cabs are coming gives him a bit of power, i’d say about as much or a little more than what feldrake had as a staff, and sends him after the cabs.

So we get one of the most awesome moments if not THE most awesome moment in the entire series as something from EVERY episode makes a come back as shelgoose, after trying some zaps, back in full robe and cloak, MAKES HIS OWN ZOOM POINT. Thus it becomes an utterly awesome back and forth as sheldgoose summons one thing from the past and xandra summons another to counter. And it avoids reptititon as the sheer sight of characters from each episode battling it out, and never knowing which ones next, keeps it intresting.

In order: Sheldgoose summons the moon bots, Xandra summons the roman gods to hack them to pieces, after the boys get some shots in too. Sheldgoose blocks the way with lava lizards, the cabs respond with a goblin army who block the lava river and use a cat launcher against them, courtsey of king vomit. Sheldgosoe unleashes the tengu, the cabs unleash king arthur.. and we get the immortal line from donald “Thanks king arthur!”. Sheldgoose summons his ancestors, the cabs summon the ghost presidents! And in a call back that had me clapping Sheld summons the termintes.. and xandra summons THE MINOTAUR! And Sheldgoose thirsts over him. .huh.. so shledgosoe is bi good for him. And for a final distraction sheldgoose summons.. the dragon.. that was from the adventure they just had he had no way of knowing about.

So with that out fo the way our heroes and villians both reach feldrake.. whose awakened and is.. this

Really.. weird , if still threanting, deisgn aside, Feldrake now at full power turns new quackmore into the psycadelic starry battlefield we saw in the intro to the series and thus the final battle begins. We see the fight from the start.. but it’s now even MORE beautiful and glorious with context. Before we saw three strangers, if ones we knew from other works fighting some evil we never met. Now we’ve seen our heroes grow, both as people, and as heroes, learning from every encounter, getting stronger with every fight and slowly getting noticably more compitent: going from falling all over themselves just to work a ship, to defeating dragons, tengu, and other horrors as a team. And we’ve seen jus thow petty and cruel feldrake is.. and how serious the stakes are and what our heroes tand to loose should they fail. It’s not perfect.. we could stand to loose daisy and new quackmore dosen’t mean much, though Sheldgoose gets to zap regina into a worm, but it’s still AWESOME and feels like a tremendous payoff and Donald’s predator bro fist thing with Panchito has more weight. Our heroes have risen to their peak and now they face one last obstacle to becoming legends. The fight is fluid, awesome and gorgeously animated and utterly epic in every sense of the word and we catch up to their seeming defeat.. only for something we DIDN’T know about last time to help.. Xandra who gets htem out of the way. It’s a long and fantastic fight, with our heroes eventaully getting knocked over to a pool while Xandra tries her best to hold feldrake off, but is clearly wearing down despite doing her best.

Yeah while itw as established Feldrake was melting down the amulets and we saw a pool of resdiual magic, so teh magical pool of stuff the cabs find them at WAS set up.. but what happens next remotely wasn’t. The cabs fall in and commuincate with blazebeak the creator of the amulets who embues them with their power. Where he came from, why he’s just showing up n ow.. I dunno, it comes off as a really badly setup deus ex machina.. but it still dosen’t hurt the finale that bad. A little yes, as everything else is so well paced and feels like so much payoff.. but the awesomeness of our heroes glowing with their signture colors, rushing in to save xandra and then ari, who swiped the rest of the magic goop, giving it to xandra to reivvie her.. overrides it. Sometiems somethings too stupid to be awesome.. and sometimes it’s so awesome it overides common sense. So yeah poorly set up yes.. still fucking awesome also yes.

Our heroes tear feldrake apart and realize once they see the now empty staff floating in the void they can simply reseal him. Sheldgoose interupts it.. but the nieces arrive riding on humphrey and knock him inot a golden toilet... again I fucking love this job. Our heroes then try ghost bustering him back into the staff and SHeldgoose tries saving him by breaking it. And it seemingly fails.. new quackmore is restored, Sheldrake’s gone and the town remembered EVERYTHING, cheering at their new heroes and saviors. Sheldgoose finds the staff gone and bemoans his lost master.. and soon looses his presidency as regina strips him of it. With his own powers gone Sheldgoose flees on Leopold, and while Regina tries to take the presdiency for herself.. the girls reveal the document explains if a sheldgoose is absent.. a coot takes his place. And since Donald is the only remaning coot apart from Della and she’s busy actually raising her kids in this continuity apparently, Donald is the new president. While Regina vows to beat him in an election.. our heroes are now happy, with the lawyer from the first episode backing Donald’s claim up. So Donald now has a new job, a new purpose in life, his girlfriend back, which is negiably a good thing, and a new family he dearly loves and tells them as much. Awww. Also he gets the mansion, which our heroes promptly plan to move into. Donald and Daisy fight, of fucking course, our heroes claim roms and Xandra and Jose share a moment. The series gets a truly satsifyign and happy ending.. and a sequel hook as it turns out feldrake is now in sheldgooses body and the tow are going ot have to share it as Sheldgoose has leopold take them to a house with legs.. so the baba yaga then. Sadly we’ll probably never see with this leads.. and this is the end.

Final Thoughts on the finale two parter: While the first half is a bit weak in the yeti stuff, the rest of it is incredibly strong and Sheldgoose Square Danc,e while having the worst name of the series.. is easily it’s best episode, tying everythign together greatly and being one, tense and epic finale the whole way through. A true masterpiece and a clear sign the series would be even BETTER going forward had it actually been allowed to live and a true shame.. but even with the sequel hooks aside.. it’s still an utterly sastifying, joyous note to go out on and i’m GLAD I saved this one for last, as it provided a great capper for both the series and this retrospective.

Final thoughts on Legend of the Three Cablleros:

This series.. was excellent. While at first I wasn’t sure it’s rep was warranted, as the first three episodes were good but had flaws and four and five were not great.. everything after that is sublime. The series has it’s flaws, the character devlopment is uneven, the characters can be made into caractures of themselves once in a while and the writing on Daisy is horrid and i’ve said enough on that to last me a lifetime and is easily the worst part of an otherwise fantastic show. But yeah.. as I said OTHERWISE fantastic, as while the daisy stuff is very bad, it’s for the most part in the background of a VERY good show with great voice acting, fun pacing, and beautiful animation. It’s a loveletter to clasic disney animation, holding tons of mythology gags and refrences and having humphrey as a main character, but with unquie touches like letting the nieces have a starring roll and everything about xandra and sheldgoose. It’s a unique, wonderful and awesome addition to the disney animated canon and deserves a second season or some other sort of revivial. This was a wonderful note to go out on and I’m throughly glad I finally watched it. So with this the Ride of the Three Cablleros is almost over.. but come back, let’s say next week, for one last party as we count down the top 12 cabs moments and celebrate these happy chappies in matching serapes one last time. Until then.. it’s been a pleasure.. and Kevin.. thank you.

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Muse || NCT Johnny

“Beauty does not fit one mold.”

Premise: Bruttish, non-ladylike, manly were only a few ways that your best friend Jaehyun described you. While you wanted to disagree, he definitely did have a point at times. You sat with your legs open, stretched like a feral cat, and yawned like a caveman while dumbly scratching your back. Should you you cave in to the societal standards of being ladylike?

Pairing: fem! reader x Johnny

Genre: fluff, romance, a little angst, self-love

Word count: 3.5k

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Sleepy.

You were so drowsy to the point that you so elegantly slammed your poor forehead on your desk after dozing off to the gentle, monotonous voice of your economics professor. As you shot up upon impact, you didn’t miss the snickers and whispers surrounding your little mishap. You were embarrassed, and it clearly showed on your cheeks.

You shot a look at your professor, hoping to the heavens that his hearing has disintegrated as much as his eyesight. And to your luck, your professor just continued on with his lecture without skipping a beat.

You sighed with relief, picking up your pen so that you could actually resume your note taking, though you couldn’t give two damns about economics. You felt a little nudge at your shoulder, causing you to tilt your chin to the side, watching as your best friend gave you a little smirk. The damn smile on his lips lit a fire within your soul, causing you to, as any mature adult should, childishly stick your tongue out at him.

Yeah, it was childish, but so was he, therefore you couldn’t give two craps.

“Piss off, Jaehyun.” You hissed as he mimicked the exact moments where your head made impact with the table in front of the two of you.

“You have a nice little mark on your forehead, too. It suits the redness of your cheeks right now.”

“I can give you a matching mark if you think it looks so nice.”

You two bickered for awhile longer until you noticed that everyone started to get up and leave the large lecture hall. The two of you mutually agreed to continue the bickering for later as the both of you had a nice little date with the university cafeteria now.

The two of you sat down at an open table in the corner, setting your lunches in front of you. You yawned widely, stretching out your limbs like you were trying to dislocate your tendons and ligaments. Jaehyun eyed you up and down before the corner of his lips curled up.

“How lady like.”

“Ugh, don’t feed to the toxic masculinity agenda today, Sir.” You rolled your eyes, finally satisfied with the stretching routine that you just performed. You settle down and started chowing down on your lunch. You and Jaehyun joked around, shoving at one another while cackling like a pair of witches. Your table neighbors were even tempted to go find another table as you two were just being so loud.

At least you weren’t in the library.

“Hey, Jaehyun.”

You and Jaehyun snapped your heads at the new voice that entered your conversation. You saw a familiar face, though not too familiar.

“Ah, hey Johnny. How are you man?” Jaehyun got up, doing that ‘slap up’ that boys loved doing when they greeted one another. You didn’t understand it, but guys don’t understand girls, so you just shrugged it off with a little bit of an awkward smile. You nodded your head when Johnny directed his attention your way.

You unconsciously looked him up and down, surveying his figure. You had only seen the tall male a couple times when you saw Jaehyun and him walking together at different locations on campus, but this was your first time seeing him up so close. You had to admit, the man was certainly candy for the eyes.

Your eyes latched on his sharp jaw, wishing more than anything for it to cut-

“Y/N?”

You shook your head, seeing that Jaehyun and Johnny had now taken a seat at your table. You blushed furiously as you were now the only one who was standing. You lightly coughed into your fist as you quickly plopped back down into your spot, avoiding Jaehyun devilish gaze. He knew what happened and you knew he was going to tease the hell out of you later. You would have chewed your friend out by now, but his extremely handsome friend was sitting right next to him, so that was obviously out of the question for the time being.

“So, what’s your major, Y/N?” Johnny questioned lightly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere that quickly settled over the three of you.

“A-Ah, I’m actually undecided right now.” You choked, embarrassed by the fact that you were in your sophomore year and still hadn’t decided your fate yet. It wasn’t your fault though, you were a dreamer. You dreams and aspirations were usually up in the clouds and whimsical, but you knew you had to decide on it sometime soon. Your counselor had been lighting a flame under your bum to hurry your decision up.

Johnny gave you a sympathetic look, nodding along, “That’s cool! Tons of people are undecided. I bet you will find your passion sometime soon, Y/N.” He said sweetly, causing your heart to thrum against your ribcage harshly. You couldn’t help but feel like the male had that classic anime filter where the rose petals floated across love interest’s face.

“Hah! Doubtful, all she does is surf the internet all night long and eat like the world is ending tomorrow.” Jaehyun snorted. You couldn’t help but slap the boy’s shoulder with fire in your eyes. You realized what you did when you heard Johnny’s beautiful laugh erupt by the two of you. You hadn’t meant to show your brutishness in front of him, hoping that you could leave a good impression on him, but that was apparently out of the window now.

“You’re harsh with her, Jaehyun. I’ve never seen you talk like that before.” Johnny said, hinting at something that you didn't quite catch on to. You lightly rolled your eyes, commenting in your mind that Jaehyun was not harsh with you, he was ruthless.

“Nevermind you, Jaehyun. What’s your major, Johnny?” You said sweetly, unconsciously leaning a little towards Johnny. You couldn’t help yourself, the heart wants what it wants.

“I’m in photography! I’m not quite sure how I’m actually going to make a living, but I’ll figure something out.” Johnny smiled brightly, albeit wary. He rubbed the back of his neck... you didn’t miss the way his bicep and shoulder flexed nicely underneath his long-sleeved shirt. You couldn’t help but whisper a little ‘damn’ to yourself as you just completely ate up his appearance, though that wasn’t everything to you in a man. You just appreciated a nice appearance when you saw one.

“Shouldn’t you be in front of the camera, instead of like... behind it?” You muttered dumbly, Jaehyun hollering immediately. Johnny blushed at your indirect compliment, slightly biting down on his bottom lip like a blushing high school girl.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N. You have never so blatantly flirted with someone, ever.” Jaehyun stifled out, wiping a finger over his nonexistent tears. You gave him a sour look, not appreciating that he was doing this IN FRONT OF JOHNNY. You definitely had no chance with the beautiful man now.

“Haha, thank you, Y/N! I’ve never heard that before, so that was a first.”

You felt a little bold now, so you threw him a little wink, immediately regretting it afterwards, “I speak the truth and only the truth.”

You stuck with the confident look, even though you literally wanted to go hide yourself in a ditch more than anything.

“That’s it, she’s another human right now.” Jaehyun grimaced, hiding his face behind his hands. You wished your could physically cringe alongside Jaehyun at this moment.

Is now the right time to say that you never had romantic experience?

~~~

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“Hey, Loser.”

You looked up from your thick textbook, seeing your bestie once again.

“Sup, Ugly.”

Jaehyun threw his bag down onto the library floor, earning himself some glares from other students. He obviously didn’t care any less though.

You drew your nose back into your book, resuming the awful reading about god know’s what. You continued for a little over a minute before you had a bubbling feeling that someone was looking at you, intensely.

You slowly looked up from your page, met with Jaehyun’s burning gaze. You swallowed thickly, an unusual feeling bubbling up within you. You observed him a little longer, waiting for him to say something, but he just continued staring at you without a word.

“What do you want?” You hissed, getting slightly annoyed with his odd antics.

Just when you thought he would never answer, a small smirk finally blossomed on his lips, leaving you absolutely speechless.

“Maybe he’s right, you look alright when you’re not doing anything.”

You scoffed, some hushes making you duck your head. You scrunched up your features, wondering what the hell he was even talking about.

“Anyways, Johnny-”

“Johnny?” You blurted, ducking your head once again as other students were ready to decapitate you at this rate.

“Yes, Johnny. He was telling me about his upcoming project for his class. He needs a ‘muse.’”

“A muse?”

“Someone that is the source of inspiration for an artist. Basically, the artist’s work is heavily influenced by a thing or an individual.”

“Hmm, and why are you telling me about this?”

“Well, he needs to find his muse.” Jaehyun was about to continue, but you knew where this was going.

“Jaehyun, you know I have no other friends that you.”

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ I don’t know why you’re asking me to find a muse for Johnny, when I know literally no one.”

Jaehyun gave you an exasperated eye roll, leaning a little closer to you.

“I know you’re a loner already, Y/N. Will you let me continue, though? Or will you interrupt me again?” You huffed while puffing your cheeks out.

“Fine, what is it?”

“Johnny asked me if you could be his muse.”

“WHAT?!” You screamed, everyone around you jolting up in their seats. You panicked as you realized that you messed up big time. You looked over towards the librarian’s desk, already seeing her stomp in your direction.

“Alrighty, time to go, Jae!” You sing-songed, throwing your textbook into your backpack at a sonic speed.

“Right on your tail!”

You two giggled as you ran a little faster than the librarian out of the library, saving your asses from getting chewed out.

You two were out of breath by the time that you created enough distance from the place that you two absolutely hated, as you two were literally the loudest when you were with one another.

“Anyways,” Jaehyun breathed out some air, regaining some of the seriousness in his face, “I’m not joking, even though this would have been a hell of a prank. You as a model, even more a muse? You’re basically a dude like me” He said light-heartedly, but it strikes your chest like a lightning bolt.

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as you side-eyed him.

“Okay, I may be guy-ish, but I’m still a girl, Jaehyun.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to compress the ache swelling in your chest. Yeah, you didn’t wear skirts everyday, you didn’t flaunt your curves, you didn't style your hair or apply makeup often, heck you didn’t even look like a girl at times. Though you would think that you didn’t mind being guy-ish, it hurt that you weren’t seen as a girl at times, because you loved being one despite not being stereotypically girly. Why did you have to be like other girls to be considered one?

Not to mention that your own friend poked at that insecurity with a stick like a child. Jaehyun’s playful gripes really didn’t help your confidence issues, even if the intention was pure. You never made it publicly known to him that you felt this way, so you didn’t place any blame on him, though.

But sometimes, you just wished that you did conform to the typical feminine standards. Maybe you would find a boyfriend that way too.

Jaehyun’s face contorted, stopping in his tracks abruptly leaving you slightly confused when you finally noticed that no one was beside you anymore. You peered over your shoulder to see Jaehyun looking down in thought. You backtracked a little, confused as to why he stopped.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I really don’t believe those things I said. You’re-”

You wanted to look into his eyes, you really did, but you knew damn well that you were going to shed at least one tear. You cursed yourself for being so dramatic over nothing.

“It’s fine, Jaehyun. Just give me Johnny’s number so I can refuse his offer.”

~~~

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“I don’t know...”

“Y/N, look at me.”

You paused, creeping your eyes to the side to see Johnny staring at you intently. You really, really did not want to look at him in this given moment.

At this very moment, you were sat with Johnny at your campus cafe where he was desperately trying to persuade you to be his so-called ‘muse.’ And if you were going to be honest, the cards were not in his favor.

“I’ll repay you, anything.”

You scoffed a little to yourself, finally plucking up your dignity by training your face his way. You felt a little wary as you felt yourself melt a little at the soft smile he was sending your way.

“I don’t want to be repaid. I’m just doing this for your sake. You really don’t want me as your muse, Johnny. I don’t even look like a girl...”

You felt large, slightly calloused hands gently slide over your folded hands. You gulped at the dome he created with ease, his warmth spreading from his hands to your heart.

“Don’t ever say that again, Y/N. Actually, can I show you something?”

You nodded, allowing him to retract to reach for something in his beat-up backpack, eventually pulling out a blue folder. He opened it, pulling out two sheets of what seemed to be laminated paper. He placed them down carefully in front of you, allowing you to absorb what he was showing you. On the sheet to your left displayed a photo of red roses and the photo to your right showed a flower that you didn’t recognize, it was beautiful nonetheless.

“Why am I showing you these?”

You bit down your bottom lip in thought, trying to ingest every single inch of the photos. You gave up with a pucker of your lips. Johnny giggled at your cute gesture before looking down at the two photos himself.

“Well, I’m not here to quiz you after all. So, just tell me about this photo. What does it mean?” Johnny gestured to the picture of the red roses.

You nodded, knowing about the red roses, “Well, it’s a photo of red roses. Red roses mean passion, true love, romance, love, the likes.”

The male in front of you gave a satisfied nod, “Then what about this photo?”

You nodded more warily this time, not even knowing what this flower was called, “Um, they’re very pretty?”

You looked up at Johnny, a vague smile on his lips, as if he was reminiscing over something.

“Which one do you like better?”

You hummed, not really sure how to answer. While you loved roses and all, they were so boring to you. The composition and color of the unknown flowers drew you in a little more in the end.

“I like this one.”

“I thought as much.”

You shot him a suspicious look as he settled a little further into his seat.

“Y/N, our society’s standards of beauty are comparable to red roses. We love red roses, we all know and love what they look like, we love what they mean, and they are literally everywhere. A most importantly, red roses are consistent, always carrying the same, beautiful shape that everyone recognizes.”

You nodded, sort of catching his drift.

“Red roses are gorgeous, and I couldn’t say that they aren’t. But if I’m going to be honest, these flowers over here are so much more beautiful to me. These over here are called gladiolus, also referred to as the sword lily. While red roses represent passion and romance, the gladiolus represents strength of character. Isn’t that so much more meaningful?”

You couldn’t even function for a second, unknown emotions overwhelming your system. You couldn’t understand if it was you, him, or the meaning that made you feel this way, but all you knew was that your throat constricted with what you identified as melancholy, at least you thought. You blinked down at the gladiolus, feeling connected to it hardy beauty. An underrated flower with beautiful meaning.

“So, what I’m trying to tell you, Y/N, is that for my muse, I’m not looking for our society’s conventional beauty because what does that even say? Beauty, at least in my opinion, is more beautiful when it breaks the conventional mold, speaking louder that what we systemically define as beautiful. I’m going to be bold here and admit that I find you absolutely stunning, not only visually, but more importantly, internally. You are the perfect muse for me and I don’t really plan on giving up on you.”

You blushed, feeling like you were slapped in the face, but in a good way... A very, very good way.

Your mouth opened and closed, looking like the fish you watched at your dentist’s office before you were called in. You have literally never felt more flattered in your entire life combined.

Johnny laughed at your dumb stupor, knowing what your answer was going to be. That sweet smile that you were growing to love more minute by minute blossomed over his sweet-talking lips.

“So, what do you say, Y/N?”

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“Are you comfortable in that?”

You looked down to the outfit you wore, while it was definitely outside what you would normally wear, you actually loved every aspect of it.

A giddy smile rose to your face, almost to the point that your cheeks hurt. Your hands unconsciously balled into fists due to the pure delight of how you felt in your outfit.

“Yeah, I love this so much!” You squealed, looking over your appearance once more in the full-length mirror. Johnny had taken you shopping to choose a few outfits for the photoshoot that he scheduled.

Moreover, you felt so safe and secure with the fact that Johnny let you choose, with some of his guidance of course, whatever you wanted to wear and he would adjust to the mood of your appearance.

“I’m glad, I’ll go pay for everything now, okay?” He said, causing a frown to paint your minimally touched up face.

“You’re only paying if you plan on owning these clothes, Johnny. And you have a great body and all, but I’m not sure if you could fit in these.”

He gasped, placing a hand over his heart dramatically, “My word, Y/N! I never thought you would shame my body like that!”

You rolled your eyes with a stupid smile threatening your exasperation.

“I’m paying for them, and that’s final, Princess.” You winked, heading back towards the dressing room to change into your original clothes.

“Not if I get to the register first!”

“You wouldn’t dare, Johnny Suh!”

~~~

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“Well, I guess that’s it.” You said, scrolling through the hundreds of photos of you. A sight you never thought you would see. And even more dumbfounding is the fact that the photos made you look stunning. Though you most definitely did not look like the popular pretty girls at school or on social media, you finally saw something there that you had never seen before, you had to thank it all to Johnny for starting this journey of self love and appreciation.

Yeah, you had to be the one to accept yourself in the end, but Johnny enabled the movement and life-long process of seeing beauty as a means of subjectivity and as something that may not be so external.

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’”

You nudged him playfully hearing his high-pitched mock of your very words. You two peered over into one another’s eyes, you heart suddenly stammering harshly within the constraints of your body, as it always did when you were around Johnny.

Not only did you learn to love yourself the way you are, but you somewhere along the way fell in love with the man himself, a love way past initial infatuation. Yeah, he was hot, but his heart and mind were even more attractive. You didn’t go a day without remembering the fact that you two will eventually separate ways once his semester long project was over.

You sighed, that thought now stuck in your head.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Johnny cooed, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind the shell of you ear.

“I... I’ll miss this.” You said boldly, something you aren’t very often.

“Being with me?”

“No, getting photos taken of me.” You rolled your eyes, training your vision back to his laptop screen.

“Of course being with you, you loser.”

“This doesn’t have to stop, you know.”

You neck snapped immediately, directing your widened eyes to his adorable hooded gaze. His face was so close to yours, and you only realized it now.

“I don’t know why I’ve waited this long, but,”

Johnny moved away from you. You instantly missed the close proximity of his face to yours, but your curiosity got the better of you as he rustled something that wasn’t in your vision.

Not but a second later did he pull out a large bouquet of gorgeous purple and reddish flowers, lilac and chrysanthemums being the two you recognized. He handed them to you, the warmest, softest gaze you had ever seen peering down into yours like it was the last thing he would ever do.

“And what do these mean, Johnny?” You whispered, knowing more than anyone that these flowers you held conveyed a message.

“Well, the stock flowers mean that ‘you will always be beautiful to me.’” Your cheeks flamed, a recurring theme every time you were in this man’s presence.

“What do the lilacs mean?”

“A pure love.”

“And the red chrysanthemums?”

“I love you.”

~~~

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