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[pupusboy]

Chapter One | she’s fit innit

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[sleepyelijah]

au where mc is really close with rory and jess. rory and jess still have a connection which mc thinks is romantic, even if rory has a boyfriend. rory and jess start to get really bitey at each other just like in canon, with mc thinks it is because Romantic Tension but actually it turns out that they're both jealous about the other spending time with mc. rory eventually confesses and mc goes straight to telling off jess and then kissing him.

.... okay that's a really specific request 😅 honestly just a thing where rory isn't demonized and her connection with jess isn't ignored. it's platonic and then mc gets to kiss the boy 😌

＃┆misread pages 〟 jess mariano rory gilmore

⤷ contains. platonic rory & mc friendship, friends to lovers, mentions of kissing, mutual pining

rory and jess had always been… intense.

sharp banter, long looks, all that unresolved history hanging around like a stubborn cloud.

and yeah, you adored them. both of them.

but being the third wheel in their dynamic always felt like you were trespassing on some emotional battlefield.

today was no different. the two of them were sitting across from each other in luke’s, sniping like federal agents interrogating each other with literature quotes.

“you don’t get to just claim a book because you hovered,” rory muttered, arms crossed.

jess sipped his coffee, bored and smug. “hovering? wow. someone’s defensive.”

“it’s signed.”

“it’s smudged.”

you stared at your cup. considered drowning in it.

because of course — they were still tethered, still magnetic, and you were just… orbiting.

“okay!” you said a little too brightly. “this was fun. love the book tension. i’m gonna go.”

neither tried to stop you as you rushed out, heart heavy and stupid.

you barely made it halfway down the street before—

“hey!” rory jogged up beside you. “why are you speed-walking like you just robbed taylor’s store?”

“i’m not,” you lied, absolutely doing that.

rory’s eyebrows rose. she wasn’t buying it, shockingly.

“you think something’s happening between us,” she said gently.

you swallowed. nodded once.

she sighed — not annoyed, just empathetic in that very rory way.

“we’ll always care about each other. we’re close. but it’s not romantic. not anymore.”

you blinked. “then… why do you fight like that?”

she huffed a laugh. “because we’re both idiots.”

“…context appreciated.”

she glanced back toward the diner, then to you, eyes soft.

“he’s jealous. every time i spend time with you.”

“oh.”

“and i’m jealous of him for the same reason.”

“oh.” much smaller this time.

“you look at him the way i always hoped someone would look at me,” she added. “you love him.”

your breath stuttered.

“go,” rory nudged. “before he starts pretending he doesn’t have feelings again.”

you didn’t think — you just turned, marched back into the diner, and beelined for jess.

“you forget something?” he asked, confused but trying to look unbothered.

“yeah,” you breathed. “that you’re a complete idiot.”

jess blinked. “…accurate, but can we circle back?”

“you like me.”

his mouth opened. shut. opened again.

“define ‘like’,” he mumbled.

you grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

he froze — one beat — then kissed you back like he was terrified you’d change your mind. one hand in your hair, the other on your waist, breath shaky, heart right there in his palms.

you pulled back just enough to breathe.

“you could’ve told me.”

he shrugged, cheeks red. “yeah, well. not big on… talking. about feelings.”

you nudged his chest. “then kiss me again instead.”

and he did.

slow, certain, like you were every margin note he ever made in every book he ever loved.

across the diner, rory gave a tiny triumphant fist pump before slipping out the door.

somehow, it didn’t make you feel like a third wheel.

it just felt like history settling in the right order.

and jess, breath warm against your cheek, whispered,

“took you long enough.”

you smiled against his lips.

“worth the wait.”

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a/n. hiii hello!!! sorry this took me so long to answer, i’ve been all over the place :’( i really hope this is what you wanted, sorry if i got confused with something else!!

feel free to request!

[jockey-fullof-bourbon]

okay guys eat up i made you some content https://archiveofourown.org/works/64061023

[http-kogane]

title: the projectionist

rating: general audiences

tags: mutual pining, comfort no hurt, homesick lance, pining keith, ambiguous/open ending

summary: lance learns that not all stories have to end

excerpt:

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[cobrakatharsis]

daniel buying his clothes a lil oversized on purpose specifically so johnny can wear them

it takes exactly one date where johnny’s shivering and daniel is so keenly aware that he can’t even lend johnny his jacket because it wouldn’t fit, and then he pools his money together and buys another jacket a size up.

his ma teases him about the fashion nowadays, “is this the trendy thing for the month, huh? wearin’ clothes that don’t fit ya?” but then she sees daniel strip his jacket off straight away the next time they’re out and johnny starts shivering, hold his new jacket up to help johnny into it with this big smile on his face, and suddenly she understands.

(when they get home, she teases her son for what a sweet little gentlemen she’s got. and only gives him a knowing little smile when his next purchase is a hoodie in that same bigger size)

[pupusboy]

Chapter Two | whatever dude

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[cobrakatharsis]

once again thinking about an au where mr miyagi drives johnny home with daniel after the all valley, rather than leaving him there with kreese after the assault and miyagi’s intervention. I think it was @zappedbyzabka who talked about how kreese’s subsequent anger after miyagi’s intervention when he was already hurting johnny could’ve easily resulted in “a dead johnny” and i think about that all the time.

johnny is deathly silent as he cries in the passenger seat of mr miyagi’s car. he’d tried to speak all of one word - to shrug off mr. miyagi, presumably - and it had come out incoherent, all hoarse and weak and shaky from his brutalised throat, and he hasn’t tried again. he’s got his arms wrapped around himself, all shrunk into himself like he’s trying to disappear despite his dumb flashy jacket, and daniel thinks for the first time as he looks at johnny from the backseat that he looks small. young.

mr miyagi stills the car after a short while of what seems to be aimless driving - giving johnny a chance to calm down, daniel supposes - and asks for directions to johnny’s house.

johnny, inexplicably, begins crying harder.

he crumbles into himself and holds himself tighter, ducking his head.

“i don’t wanna go there,” he finally managed to force out. the sound of his voice - raspy and raw and breathless - makes daniel wince, his knee throbbing in something like sympathy.

“where, then?” mr miyagi asks then, and there’s a silence impeded only by another car rolling past them on the quiet road. daniel thinks johnny will ask to go to one of his friends’ houses, but he doesn’t. daniel thinks about bobby and tommy being struck by kreese, thinks about dutch and jimmy just watching.

“you wanna come to my place?” he offers.

he hadn’t really thought about it, but johnny’s crying and the awful red marks all over his neck are already starting to form into bruising and he doesn’t want to go home for some reason or another, and it’s the easiest offer to make. he’s expecting johnny to immediately refuse, but he starts coughing then, this awful, shallow, breathless sound, and mr miyagi just starts driving.

daniel’s ma’s already in the kitchen when they get in. she looks up and smiles - a big glowing smile full of pride for daniel - but it crashes into horrified concern when she lays eyes on johnny behind him, bruised and tearful and tense.

“oh, honey, what happened to you?”

she rushes over, hands raised to catch him by the cheeks to look him over - it’s familiar to daniel, odd to see it aimed at anyone else - but johnny moves back. flinches, daniel realises with a note of horror - the way johnny’s eyes go all wide and he looks terrified, like he fully believes she’s gonna hurt him, like he knows he can’t stop her.

daniel watches his ma freeze, her gentle hands still raised. he sees something deep in her eyes that he doesn’t recognise, but he knows the subsequent concern and questions when her eyes move to his. he shrugs, feeling kind of sick, and watches his ma swallow.

she recovers quickly. smiles gently, so gently, at johnny and gestures both him and daniel inside, coaxes them to make themselves comfy. she orders pizza. johnny doesn’t eat a single bite.

he can’t swallow, daniel realises, after watching him choke on a timid sip of water a bit later and start coughing again.

daniel’s ma all but begs him to stay over, but johnny shakes his head. manages to whisper that he has to get home, he’ll be in trouble otherwise.

the word trouble makes daniel nauseous. far too much so to enjoy any part of the irony and reversed roles of johnny meekly bidding him goodbye at the front door, head ducked, not making eye contact, before he leaves. he says thank you. daniel chews on his lip.

“it’s alright,” he assures, then tries to smile. “you’re alright, lawrence.”

it doesn’t land. johnny leaves. daniel watches from the steps outside his apartment until headlights approach the gates in the distance and pause and drive off, and - not for the first time - he imagines what johnny lawrence’s home life must be like. the fantasy’s very different now.

he goes back inside to his ma.