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ruenii · 1 year

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Tim, [pointing his staff at the human traffickers]: YOU ARE OUTGUNNED

Jason, [hyping him up]: WHAT?

Tim: OUTMANNED!

Jason: WHAT?!

Tim: OUTNUMBERED OUTPLANNED

Jason: PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!

Tim: PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN ON MY COMMAND

Jason: HAND EM OVER!!

Tim: THIS IS HAMILTON MY RIGHT HAND MAN!

Jason, [getting his guns out]: PWO PWO PWO PWO PWO-

Goons: *shaking* what the FUCK are Batman feeding his partners--

#tim drake #jason todd #dc #batbros #suki drabbles #jason and tim have monthly musical reenactment nights #duke and steph come by as well sometimes #duke slays as angelica #damian sees tim jason and duke act out candy store and bully bruce #needless to say dami hides from them whenever its 'that' time #dick wanted to join them too #jason & tim: sorry but its MIDDLE CHILD only privileges <3 #dick: :(#cass may not be able to say she means sometimes but she supports them nonetheless ^_^#and by that it means she has fun wrestling w her siblings whenever theres a fight scene #alfred is quietly cheering them on bcos you cannot tell me alfred wasn't a theatre kid #bruce wants join but is too emotionally incompetent to ask #batfam

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thvixen7 · 3 months

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— pairing: yoongi x gn!reader | drabble | fluff

♫ now playing SDL by agust d

summary: ending a stressful week by chilling with yoongi while he gets some work done

a/n: been having D-Day on repeat and the yoongi brainrot is so real rn. so here’s a little something in honor of yoongi’s birthday :D

Lights dim and speakers playing, you laid on your boyfriend’s black leather couch in his studio. bopping your head, the beat of the music filled your ears. music was always something that put you in a good mood and after the week you just had, a boost was much needed. things have been stressful lately. It was one thing after another.

But in Yoongi’s presence you could let go and relax. Whenever you were in his vicinity you felt like a burden was lifted off your shoulders. He offered a sense of security. He was a breath of fresh air. Even though he was currently occupied doing whatever, you still enjoyed that he was near you. giving you relief with his company alone.

Yoongi looked back at you feeling such warmth in his heart. “Are you doing okay, love?” he questioned in which you replied with a simple “yeah” and grinned. He gave you a thumbs up and flashed that gummy smile you love. Without another word he stood up and made his way over to you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “What's this?” you chuckled, your hands resting on his broad back. “you look like you needed it…” and you certainly did. “thank you, yoongs”.

Before breaking the embrace he pecked your forehead and went back to his chair to continue his work. diving back onto the sofa, you grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped yourself up. with the tempo of the current song slowing, your eyes started to become heavy with sleep. you were content as the atmosphere was peaceful. what a great way to spend a casual friday night.

#yoongi x reader #suga x reader #agust d #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts min yoongi #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #suga fluff #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts drabble #yoongi drabble #yoongi bts #music fic #agustd dday

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youaintnothinbuta · 2 months

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“Don't tell me you can’t ever again.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Fluffy drabble of Elvis helping you with piano

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x reader

Word count: 436

Warnings: none, fluff!! Maybe typos sorry

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Elvis flipped through one of your magazines, sitting on the couch, watching you through his peripheral vision. You sat at the piano, frustration gnawing at you as you struggled. Your fingers stumbled over the keys, the notes coming out disjointed and simply just wrong. With each failed attempt, your frustration mounted, until finally, you let out a frustrated sigh and slammed the sheet music shut.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting the magazine aside and crossing the room to kneel beside you at the piano bench. You shook your head, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“I just can't get it right,” you admitted, your voice full of frustration, “I've been trying for days, and it feels like I'm getting nowhere.”

Elvis's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently brush away the tear that threatened to spill over.

“Let’s have a look at it then,” he murmured, his voice gentle.

Scooting over to make room for him on the bench, you watched as he studied the sheet music, his brow furrowing in concentration. After a moment of silence, Elvis began to play, his fingers dancing across the keys with a grace and ease that left you in awe, and slight jealousy. He played around with the melody, experimenting with different chords and rhythms until he finally paused, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

“I think I got it,” he said, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye. “Sing for me.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks. You hated singing around him, because he was, well, Elvis Presley.

But as he began to play the melody once more, his gaze filled with encouragement, you took a deep breath and began to sing. Your voice was shaky at first, as you fought the nerves not to overwhelm you, but you found your confidence growing with each passing note. Elvis' hand found yours, guiding your fingers to the keys they needed to be on, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“See, now this finger on G, good, then A,” he spoke encouragingly, “there you go.”

Elvis turned to you with a proud smile.

“Don't tell me you can’t ever again,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. You blushed sheepishly, pressing your face into his arm to hide yourself. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, before placing his fingers back on the keys, starting to play the intro to a teenager in love, one of your favourites. He started singing for you too, of course, as you happily sat beside him, smiling and listening.

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dorkszn · 3 months

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— letting you do their hair

— thomas j, alexander h, and phillip h x gn reader, john laurens x masc reader

+ black coded reader for thomas and john! modern-ish au!

PHILLIP H !

✩ he loves letting you do this hair. sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he’ll ask you.

✩ he only trust you and his parents to wash it and take care of it

✩ you style it a lot for him and eliza loves it

✩ tender headed as fuck

✩ if someone flirts with him in public, especially if they bring up his hair, he’ll just go on and on about you

✩ “oh my hair? yeah it’s nice, ain’t it? my (s/o) did it. Aren’t they so skilled?”

✩ you teach him how to braid his hair and style it the way you do so he can do them himself if there’s a time you’re not around

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

☆ he is so protective of his hair. like he’s the only one allowed to touch it

☆ so obviously it took you a lot of begging and convincing but he eventually gave in

☆ he’ll make snarky comments and act like a baby when you first wash his hair or attempt to style it but a little pop with the comb gets him to shut up

☆ he almost fell asleep the first time you braided his hair, but he likes to pretend it never happened

☆ so embarrassed to ask you to wash his hair and you can’t help but tease him for it

☆ after a while, he had you braiding his hair once a week for an extra curl

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

☆ he will literally call James mid hair session and just start talking about the government with him

☆ he was very skeptical about your products but eventually they become the only thing he uses

ALEXANDER H !

☆ he was genuinely surprised when you asked him to do his hair

☆ he hadn’t had anyone to do it or take care of it for years, especially since his mother passed

☆ “you’d do that for me?” he’d question, genuine shock on his face

☆ and it takes all of both of you to not start crying when you do take care of his hair

☆ the first time you washed it for him was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him

☆ it was the most loved he’d felt for a while

☆ then there were times were you just played in his hair

☆ whether we was working or just watching tv, you were putting silly little styles in his hair. and it he loves it. he thinks it’s adorable.

☆ some mornings, he ask you to put his hair up for him or slick it back for him just so he can have the best start to his day

☆ his hair was very first thing he asked you to do when he came back from war

☆ scalp massages >>>

☆ they’re one of the only things that convince him to leave his office, just for a little bit

JOHN L !

☆ after he meets you, he refuses to do his hair unless you’re away on a trip

☆ he whines and pleads, making an excuses on “how you do so much better” and “how loved it makes him feel” while giving you kisses

☆ but if you’re truly tired, of course he’ll give you a break

☆ you came home once and found him wearing your bonnet/durag

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

☆ he doesn’t mind his hair growing out but he knows it’s getting too long when you start beating him while play fighting

☆ to him if you’re winning, his hair is messing with his vision and it’s a “handicap”

☆ definitely gets popped with the comb everytime you do his hair

“john, could you turn your head just a little bit?” you question, your frustration already growing. he couldn’t help but tease you constantly, it was in his nature. he slightly turns his head with a small smirk on his face, knowing he was pissing you off.

“john, don’t play with me right no—“ you cut off your words when john grabs you by the waist and pulls you in and onto his lap. his hand gripping the outside of your thigh to support you as you straddle his legs.

“this angle good enough for you?” he asks, giving you his typically stupid grin. you can’t help but softly smile as you look at him, your previous anger from before leaving.

“t’s fine, i guess.” you shrug before going back to attempting to cut his hair.

“see? why let anyone else do my hair when i can have you do it for free and get a lap dance at the same time?” he says nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. his free hand caress your thigh and slithering back to ass.

“john, i swear you’re going to wake up bald one day.”

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #hamilton musical #phillip hamilton x reader #hamilton drabble #hamilton fanfic #hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson fic #alexander hamilton x reader #john laurens x reader #john laurens #hamilton fluff #hamilton angst #hamilton an american musical

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cod-dump · 6 months

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What would be everyone’s reaction when they found out how much of a menace Price was when he was younger?

Price playing instruments and singing surprisingly good just to ensure he was annoying the rest of his team? Would they believe that the same man that’s their Captain was such a troublemaker to his Captain?

I can imagine all the stories Nikolai and Laswell have of Price being chaotic in his youth, they’re such crazy stories that the team refuses to believe it until Price has to confirm they’re real.

The fact is, none of them would believe either Laswell or Nikolai. None of them could imagine or comprehend the thought of Price being a menace so they just chose to not believe anything Laswell or Nik said. They were obviously just trying to fuck with them.

But, then it happened. It wasn’t really a meeting, just Laswell and Price sitting around a large table with files everywhere, looking over all the intel they had that could be of use for an upcoming mission. They were barely talking, just murmuring as they moved files and reports into different piles, each showing the relevance they had with the mission.

Soap had walked in, holding a few more files for them to look over.

“Alejandro sent over some papers that might be useful.”

Now, Price was really out of it. He had been focusing on the papers so long now it had put him in some kind of trance. He heard Soap say ‘Alejandro’ and Price did what he thought was appropriate.

“Alejandro- Alejandro-“

It was so soft Soap thought he was hearing things. But no, he wasn’t. Price was softly singing under his breath, still focused on the files lying before him.

Soap stares because why was it in tune?

“Don’t bother me- Ah. Why are you still here?” Price snapped out of the trance, acting as if he was completely unaware of what he was just doing.

“You were-“

“Soap, I’m working. And I’m pretty damn sure you’re supposed to be helping Ghost.”

“But-“

“Piss off!”

Soap blinks, stunned. He starts to leave the room, staring at Price as the man turned back to the files, muttering under his breath. Soap makes eye contact with Laswell before he leaves the room. She was smirking, the loudest ‘I told you so’ he has heard/seen in a while.

Soap leaves the room, running back to Ghost’s office so he could tell him what he had just witnessed.

#call of duty #modern warfare #john soap mactavish #john price #kate laswell #simon ghost riley #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble #musical genius captain price my beloved

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teddybeartoji · 1 month

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gojo goes to watch a cabaret show with his friends and ends up being so awestruck by you. you catch his eye immediately, shining so brightly in the center of the stage – how could satoru miss you? a big, big cocky smile and a wink into the crowd and he's already ready to fall to his knees before you. shoko has to punch his shoulder bc he's literally starting to levitate towards the stage????

he's already in love with your saccharine voice and the way you move, the way you carry yourself. he's not the only one that's abdolutely captivated, the whole room is looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky during your solo performance.

but now we all know how angelic satoru looks... it's impossible to not notice him in the shadowy crowd. when you lock eyes with him and sing a line to him – he's ready to explode. he feels giddy like a child, so honored and excited from the slightest piece of attention from you.

and he just keeps coming back. he's seen every single one of the shows you're in because he's just so obsessed. after one of the shows he happens to find you outside as you're just taking a fresh breath of air. he contemplates whether he's gonna say "hi" or not because he understands that a fan meeting after the long and tiring show could be a bit much. but then your eyes meet and his breath is hitching. you give him a warm smile and give him a soft "hi" yourself. you motion for him to come closer and you ask him what he thought of the show. he ofc ends up kind of rambling about all of the ones he has seen and you can't help but think that he's just soooo cute.

the conversation flows so well that you kind of forget how tired your body is and you decide to give him your number. the tips of his ears are so red bc omfg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you're giving him your number and he didn't even have to ask for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what the fuck!!!!!!!!!! suguru will never believe him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but nevertheless he pulls himself together and promises to take you on a cute little coffee date with a dopey smile on his face<333333333333

+ ofc u can imagine whatever kind of performances for this buttttttttt i have two very specific ones in my mind that i think satoru would love so much hehehe

sweet transvestite - like c'mon you know he'd eat this shit up. he has the biggest fucking grin on his face bc it's so funny and so entertaining (and hot) and it's just the kind he likes.

big spender - aaaaaaaaaaaa this one is sooo cool i love it and i think he would love it too. he'd love the outfits and the seductive tone. and i think he'd love it for the fact that you're literally singing abt a rich guy and........................ he is literally the big spender in question lmao i think this one would make his ego grow a little i won't lie.

#actually idk if cabaret is the right word #but like a musical and a show together #idk #i'm making stuff up hehehe #this thought has been in my head forever bc i like listening to songs like these #they're so fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mickey is daydreaming #gojo #gojo drabble #gojo au #jjk gojo #angel boy #gojo satoru drabble #gojo headcanons

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batty4steddie · 2 months

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“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” Steve said so softly he wasn’t even sure the words came out. He was in disbelief. Seeing the state of him was an absolute horror. He was bloody from what had to have been a multiple demo bat attack and wasn’t breathing. Steve found his voice as he got down and straddled Eddie, and not in the sexy way he’d been thinking about earlier. “I told you not to be a hero.”

Steve put his hands on Eddie’s chest and started resuscitating him with chest compressions to the tempo of the Bee Gees’ song Stayin’ Alive. If Eddie knew a disco song was what was preventing him from dying, then he would’ve died out of principle. Eddie gasped hugely and started breathing steadily. Elated, Steve could’ve easily killed Eddie again for getting attacked in the first place. Although, this time, the method of death would be kissing—he would kiss all of the air right back out of him. Steve settled on cupping his face and crying.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie drabble #steve saves eddie #this is music #drabble

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fetchen · 2 months

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★˙ ̟ fetchen: love drunk

stupid little fetchen drabble while i work on something else that’s also fetchen related!!! i keep thinking about pre-dating drunk fetchen dynamic at a party so here u guys go!!!

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gretchen can’t help but feel a little disoriented, what with the bass pumping all around her and the alcohol in her system practically coursing through her veins. the chatter of her classmates that surround her drill into her head as she takes another shot.

i miss karen. where’d she go?

and then she feels someone take her by her shoulders, leading her into a half-empty room. well, as empty as a room could be in the midst of a houseparty. she’s met with karen’s stupidly pretty, smiling face. it almost looks like she’s glowing.

“gretch!” karen yells over the music. “i needa tell you a secret!” karen’s smoothing her hair before she’s cupping gretchen’s face in her hands, her touch warmer than ever. she’s already giggling before she can say another word.

what’s she trying to say?

“gretch…i love you so much.” gretchen feels karen’s touch become just a little lighter. “like, i love you more than i love halloween; and-and butterflies; and fluffy, little dogs.” gretchen finds herself lost for words.

she loves me.

the second part of karen’s statement spills out of her, “and guess what! sometimes, i really, really wanna kiss you. like, on the lips.” karen seems to be unable to stop tittering. it takes a second for gretchen’s brain to catch up.

she wants to kiss me. wait, what?

“and y’know what else?” karen adds, “i wish i could date you. like, i love you but as way, way more than friends! like…i love you like how a boyfriend loves a girlfriend! but you don’t-” she’s tripping over her words as gretchen remains silent. “you don’t love me like that! and it kinda sucks really hard!”

gretchen opens her mouth to speak faster than she can think of a response but karen unknowingly cuts her off. “anyway! i’m gonna get another drink!” karen’s still smiling almost dreamily, her tongue between her teeth as she begins to walk away.

she wants to kiss me.

everything karen had just said hits gretchen like a truck. she takes karen’s hand before she can go any further.

i think i wanna kiss her.

so gretchen does. she’s unsure of where to put her hands or if she should even adjust them at all, terrified to make the wrong move. for once, she forces herself to make another bold choice, one that serves herself and nobody else. nobody else but karen.

she cups karen’s cheeks in her hands and steps a little bit closer- it’s all so much. the room is spinning around them both, although gretchen can’t tell if it’s the dizzying sensation of kissing her best friend after she’d basically told her she was in love with her or if it’s just the booze. maybe it’s because karen tastes so strongly of vodka.

they kiss until the need for air stabs at their chests and then they do it again and again and again. karen’s lips are soft and her arms are wrapped gently around gretchen in such a way that drives her insane. her own arms have moved down, now hooked around karen’s neck, wanting her even closer.

for the first time, gretchen’s stopped caring about the people around her and what they might think- what jason thinks. she’s kissing a girl who just so happens to be karen. karen just so happens to love her. this is the feeling she’s been needing, she’s sure of it.

when gretchen pulls away, struggling to catch her breath, she’s again met with karen’s stupidly pretty, smiling face.

god, she’s so pretty.

i think i love her too.

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letterstomichelangelo · 1 month

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just imagine, end of season 5, its the end of episode 8 and the party have defeated vecna, byler confessed, theyre happy.

we see the party heading off to college, new beginnings and all that. mikes helping will pack up his stuff into a pickup truck, he says something like "well, looks like we're all done, everything's strapped up!", will walks over to him from where he was saying his goodbyes to joyce, jonathan, hopper and el (shes going to a local college with max in this idk) and just with every bit of softness in the world says "thanks for helping me pack, mike, are you sure you don't mind bringing all this to chicago for me?" and mike's eyebrows just shoot up because he literally went to hell for this man, and in the most sassy tone you can imagine "uh, yeah, we're gonna need some type of furniture for our new place and the government hush fund didn't stretch that far" will lets out a little chuckle, "damn, its the least they could do after the last 7 years" "i know right", mike squawked out, "anyways we better start heading if we want to make it there before dinner, see you soon mrs. byers!" muffled tears of happiness can be heard from her, and her voice wobbles slightly when she shouts back "call me when you get there and send pictures of the apartment! i love you boys", even a sniffle can be heard from hopper when he shouts out some reminders for driving the long distance. as the boys get into the truck, will shouts "we'll be back for thanksgiving, you'll hardly know we're gone" and as mike pulls away from the newly renovated byers-hopper house, there's this perfect shot of a normal loving family wishing their son(s) off to college and in this moment everything is forgotten, no more upside down or vecna or demodogs, no more possessions or otherworldly connections, just two boys holding hands over the console of the car as they set off to a new city, knowing that no matter what happens they'll always have eachother.

me and michael, solid as they come

me and michael, its not a question now

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folkloresthings · 10 months

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HATS OFF TO YOU BECCA! I'm like a proud sister here in shadows (too anxious to approach srry🥺 but i hope someday we'll be moots) i was thinking of "sworn off a relationship + Daniel Ricciardo 🔛🔝

omg please never feel like you have to hide behind anon! i’d LOVE to be mutuals with you 💌

TAKE A CHANCE. ❨ daniel ricciardo x reader ❩

timing was not on your side — that was something you had become sure of recently. you had met daniel ricciardo right when he was in the middle of a, seemingly, happy relationship. you had to watch him flaunt his girlfriend, to smile and be pleased for him while, in reality, you were falling deeply in love with him.

it would be hard for someone not to fall in love with daniel, considering he treated every person he came across with the most respect and affection he could. but there was nothing you could do about it, until he was single again.

you’d read something about it on twitter: “girlfriend of australian f1 driver caught in the arms of another man.” you hated that it made you happier than it made you sad. sad for danny, of course — but maybe you had a chance now. maybe, just maybe, you could make him see.

“hey,” you greeted him quietly, next time you saw him. it was about a week and a half after the breakup, and he looked surprisingly okay. “i’m… sorry. about what went down.”

danny shook his head, shooting you that warm smile that always made your heart flutter. “don’t worry about it. it was for the better.”

you nod, hope bubbling in your chest. was it too soon to go for it now? but what if you lost your opportunity again?

“what are you doing tomorrow night?” you suddenly ask, and daniel furrows his brows at you. “let me take you to dinner. to take your mind off of it.”

daniel breathes out a laugh, flattery shining in his eyes. his hand rests on your shoulder, a typical move for him, but it has your stomach twisting in knots. “you know, that would be nice.”

stopping yourself from smiling too wide, your eyes shine up at him. he’s looking back at you like you’re the only person in the room, and you swear there and then you could melt into the floor under you.

“dinner with a friend is just what i need. i’m swearing off dates for the foreseeable future, but we always have fun together, right?”

shit.

“right,” you mutter, cheeks burning with your own embarrassment. a chance taken, a chance burned in your own hand.

#🍾 ﹐ becca hits 1k!#🌙 ﹐ drabbles.#yh this isn’t my best #mean girls the musical inspo tho #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo blurb #daniel ricciardo drabble #daniel ricciardo imagine

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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一∑ ruin the moment 。・゜・

song inspired | ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

author’s notes: a quick drabble that i thought had potential.. i imagine living in insolation takes its toll on the mental, the song is pretty cool <3

word association: hallucinations, touch-starved, out of reality, projecting, imagination…

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Donnie watched as the credits rolled once more. It was his favorite movie. The real one. Not the one he told his brothers. This one was his, this one was special. Just like you.

He turned his head to the side to see you passed out. You could never stay awake when it got this late. You were kinda cute.

His hand went up, he wanted to brush your hair back. He wanted to skim his fingers along your cheeks. He wanted to touch you.

But he held back, his hand dropping in favor of closing the laptop. He didn’t want to wake you up. He settled back into the pillows that were piled up behind him.

This was enough, he thought as he placed the laptop on the bedside table. You here with him. Comfortable enough to sleep. You were kinda cute, and his heart jumped as if to nod along in agreement.

He got as close as he dared. Inching closer to your side. Your hand was above the covers. Maybe he could.. reach out.. touch there.. hold your hand. And as he reached out once more he felt his chest tighten.

Don’t.

It was a sudden thought. One that surprised him. One moment he had been building up the courage just to reach out and now his mind was telling him to do the opposite.

Move back. You’ll ruin this. Don’t do it.

He blinked as he watched you breathe in deeply, turning over closer to him. You had touched him. Knees coming up and knocking against his leg.

He swallowed.

That was all it took, his hand went out on its own accord. Brushing away your hair like how he had wanted. How he had wished to do.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead. Murmuring how much he loved you. His eyes closed once more, breathing in, before moving back.

And when his eyes opened you were no longer there. Not beside him.

You were there on the screen though. And the credits started to roll once more. His chest panged.

This was his favorite movie..

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infamous-if · 8 months

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the seven working together flashback story should be coming tmm! Things will be coming out pretty closely together from now! :)

#I have a G and V Drabble in the drafts since the music scene was too spoiler #tried to write it from different angles and it just Didn’t Work #without spoiling important plot points lol #update

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hitmehard-andsoft · 5 months

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NANAMI KENTO

slow dancing with Nanami while listening to Fade into you by Mazzy star brings tears to my eyes ngl. resting your head on his shoulder and clasping his hand as he places his other hand on your hip, both of you swaying in unison around your cozy little home. him believing there's no one prettier than you are and you knowing that he's the most handsome and charming man on this planet, nothing can keep you from it, come hell or high water. him gazing at you lovingly as you do the most mundane things, he says he's enamored by your charm when you catch him looking. he gets the slightest blush when you try on newly bought clothes to show him (it ends up with him tenderly taking them off). he loves it when you explore his interests and thinks he cannot possibly love you more.

#nanami kento x reader #jjk kento #kento nanami x you #nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #drabble #epiphany #mazzy star #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #kento nanami x reader #jjk #music

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youaintnothinbuta · 2 months

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“Elvis, stop it.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Drabble where Elvis is being cheeky during dinner preparations, making a comment that has you feeling a flustered. There’s no real plot lol (unless anyone wants a smutty part 2)

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!elvis x reader

Word count: 544

Warnings: fluff, mild sexual innuendos

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You, Elvis, and some family were gathered around the kitchen island, everyone fussing and eagerly awaiting the delicious meal you were preparing, having a pizza night at home.

Elvis couldn't resist sneaking over to where you were chopping up toppings and stealing little bites. You laughed as he popped a cherry tomato into his mouth, shaking your head at his antics.

“Elvis, stop it,” you scolded playfully, trying to fend him off with your knife.

But Elvis just laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he reached for another olive.

“I can't help myself,” he protested, his mouth full of food.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

“Well, the more you eat now, the less you'll have on your pizza,” you teased, pushing his hand away from taking more. Undeterred, Elvis wrapped his arms around you from behind, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I wanna eat you now,” he whispered into your ear, causing you to blush bright red.

“Elvis!” you exclaimed, playfully swatting at him. “Behave yourself.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your cheek before reluctantly releasing you.

“Okay, okay,” he said with a grin, raising his hands in surrender. “I'll behave...”

With a laugh, you turned back to your chopping, shaking your head at him. Despite his mischievous behavior, you couldn't help but feel grateful for him and the love and laughter he brought into your home. As the delicious aroma of freshly baked pizza filled the room, you all gathered around the table, eagerly digging in. Laughter and conversation flowed freely as you enjoyed each other's company.

After dinner, Elvis graciously offered to take care of the dishes, collecting everyone's plates and utensils and disappearing into the kitchen. You watched him go, a fond smile on your lips, before realizing your glass of wine was empty.

“Elvis, could you pour me another glass, please?” you called out to him, hoping he could hear you from the kitchen.

A moment later, Elvis emerged from the kitchen, a mischievous grin on his face as he approached you.

“Yes ma'am,” he replied, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek before disappearing back into the kitchen. You smiled at his playful demeanor as you watched him pour you another glass of wine. When he returned, he handed you the glass with a flourish, his eyes sparkling with affection.

“Thank you,” you murmured, reaching out to touch his hand. He grinned, leaning closer to you.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispered, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

You contemplated for a moment, leaning in close to him, you whispered into his ear, “Does your offer still stand?”

Elvis's eyes widened slightly at your words, and he cleared his throat nervously. “You want me to?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. “Mhm,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear.

Without hesitation, Elvis gracefully removed the glass from your hand and popped it down on the table, sweeping you off your feet, his strong arms effortlessly lifting you into his embrace. As he carried you upstairs, a wave of excitement washed over you, knowing that you were in for one hell of a treat.

Smutty part two here as promised ;)

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roronoacherries · 9 months

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being unable to stand each other when you’re sober but fucking like rabbits when you’re drunk, so he goes out a little more than he did before, alcohol almost coming to taste sweet to him 'cause his psyche knows the taste of you will come after it.

and you'll make excuses next time you see him. it was the herradura, don't let it get to your head; it's not something you would do if you were in your right mind, you tell yourself.

he'll roll his eyes, call you arrogant and nowhere near pretty enough to be acting so conceited; it's no wonder i need a few rounds in my system to be delusional enough to fuck you.

but he'll ask you if you're going out again tonight. and he'll wear that cologne that gets you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, biting, sucking, licking until he grips your face and kisses you, all tongue and teeth.

and you'll whisper i love you's, forgotten once you leave in the morning. except he doesn't forget them.

he doesn't know how long he can take this cycle, but he's willing to bear it, holding onto the hope that one day he'll wake up and you'll still be there.

#for my bbys gojo and zoro <3 #gojo hates drinking until the first time he wakes up hungover with your scent still in his sheets and then he hates it a little less #and zoro was never the type to go out drinking but he put up with the loud music for a repeat of you #another drabble that might become something longer someday #thank u modo melancolico #gojo x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #jjk x reader #୨⎯ pedacito de sol ☼

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dorkszn · 3 months

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HAIRCUTS + john laurens

— suggestive content, gn reader, modern-ish au, i know this is gonna get like 2 likes 💀

The sound of keys jingling outside the door causes you to look up from your book. John had been out for a few hours, telling you how he “had a surprise for you.”

“Babe?! Sweetheart?!” He called out from behind the door. Slightly opening it so you could hear him but not see him.

“Yes, John. I’m here.” You answer, getting up from the couch and stalking over to the door.

“Alright, you ready for the surprise?” He questions.

“Yep, just waiting.” You reply, slightly smiling at his antics.

John fully opens the door and steps in, softly shutting it behind. You scan him up and down and immediately find your “surprise.” His curls cut from his shoulders to near his ears and halfway down his neck.

“Surprise, baby.” He says with his usual stupid grin on his face. You approach him and reach up to touch his hair. You were familiar with his curls, of course, many nights of hair tugging and back arching.

You run your fingers through his tufts, softly pulling on them. His hooded brown eyes fixate on your face as you admire his hair. After a few seconds, you bring your hands down to cup his face. “You like it?” John asks.

You smile and nod. “Not saying I hated your long hair or anything but I could get used to this.” You feel his cheeks grow warm in your palms.

“Yeah? You like it that much?” He hums, wrapping his hands around your waist. You move your hands from his face and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Mhm-mm.” You murmur, closing the gap between the two of you. You take in his lips and he floods your senses; the smell of his cologne hits you and his body presses against yours.

John then pulls back, taking in a few breaths. “Maybe I’ll keep it like this. You obviously love it.” He chuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you snicker. “You know who’s gonna go crazy about this though?”

“Who?”

“Alexander,” you respond.

John laughs at your answer. “Not wrong when you’re right,” He sighs blissfully. “So… what else is this haircut gonna get me, Hm?” He purrs.

“Why don’t you find out?”

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #hamilton fic #hamilton x reader #hamilton musical #john laurens x reader #john laurens #anthony ramos x reader #anthony ramos #suggestive #hamilton drabble

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