agh he's so perfect

Do It For Me?

Request: Can you write a John Laurens x Reader fluffy imagine where they go to a carnival together? (Btw I like your other imagines!)


Tags: no one to diddily darn tag oho that’s good

Time: Modern (wow i’m adding in what time period it’s in?????? crazy right?)

Notes before you read: I’ve been procrastinating for so l o ng; I’m sorry @ person who requested this. I just had like,,, 3 projects due at once???????? And they were all essays????????? Hope you understand though. and i kinda changed this prompt a little but like,,, it worked

“Please (Y/N)???”

“I told you; I’m busy that day- how about some other day?”

“B-but- it’s only in town for three days and you’re always busy!” John looked at you, pouting slightly. You took a deep breath in, formulating a change in your schedule.

“Fine. When do you want to go.” You could’ve sworn John could’ve exploded out of excitement right there and then.

“What about today????? Right now?????” You sighed and waved your hand in dismissal.

“Yeah sure whatever-” John tackled you to the floor, excited to spend some time with his best friend. You yelped as you fell to the floor in your living room. John nuzzled into you, showing his happiness and gratitude for you. For your best friend, he was pretty touchy with you. He always had to have some contact with you, even if it was something dumb like hands brushing by ””””””accident”””””” or whatever leg was closest to his touching his. You laughed internally at his little antics, thinking it was kind of silly for a grown man like him.


“Yeah?” You huffed, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. He only hugged you tighter in response.

“Are you going to let go?” He grinned at you, shaking his head no really, really fast. You sighed.

“I have work to d-”

“No- no work for you today. Today’s your day off, remember?” You groaned. He somehow managed to loop you into an entire day of doing nothing. John looked at you with triumphant look on his face.

“Fine fine- just get off me.” He frowned slightly before rolling off you. You sat up and thanked him. Re-adjusting your weight, you pushed yourself up from the ground only using your legs, too lazy to push yourself up with the assistance of your arms. John was up already, smiling as he waited for you to get up. You glanced at your phone, eyes widening as you saw what time it was. John noticed your distressed state and tilted his head in confusion.

“What’s wro-”

“I’m gonna miss my lunch meeting with Eliza if we go now! Oh no oh no oh n-”

“Hey calm down- she’ll understand. Just…reschedule it or something.” John suggested, urging you to call her. You hesitated before typing her number and calling her.

“Hello (Y/N)! What’s going on?” You scratched the back of your neck.

“I was wondering if we could, uh, move our lunch outing?” She made a sound of confusion, causing you to continue talking.

“John wants to me to go to this carnival with him and like, he wants to go now an-”

“Oh no worries (Y/N)! We can reschedule to maybe…next week?” You made a sound of agreement, jotting it down on the notepad you kept on the kitchen table.

“Thank you so much for being so flexible Eliza.” She laughed in response to your compliment.

“You’re quite welcome, (Y/N)! Tell John I said hi!” She cheerily added in before ending the call. You pocketed your phone. John looked at you with a look of ‘So? What is it?’

“Eliza says hi.” He chuckles in response.

“She always does this. Anyway, go get changed. You’re my date for today.” He ushered you to your room, you shouting obscenities of defiance of “this is not a date” and “stop touching me”. He grinned as he pushed you into your room.

“Please? For me?” He questioned as he gave you the puppy dog eyes. You glared at him. He paled slightly before backing out of the room. Sighing, you rummaged through your closet for anything decent to wear on this so called ””””””date”””””” (you both knew this was just time for the both of you to hang out together). You eventually decided on a white t-shirt with your favorite animal on it, a pair of black leggings, a red (or whatever color you prefer) flannel on top (so not buttoned :) ) of the t-shirt, and knee high narwhal socks. Before leaving the room, you grabbed an extra set of clothes. ‘Just in case’ You thought to yourself as ran down the stairs (almost slipping on your way down).


Sitting in your living room, John stuttered into his phone.

“I-I can’t do that A-Alex- what if she hates me?” Alex on the other side of the line sighed.

“It’ll be fine- just be yourself and don’t do anything dumb. Got it?” John gulped before nodding.

“G-got it.” Alex muttered a ‘Finally” under his breath.

“Okay. Have fun on your date. I have work to do.” And with that, Alex hung up, and John was left in a flustered state on your couch. Almost throwing his phone when he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, he scrambled to his feet to go meet you at the bottom of the stairs.

“H-hey (Y/N)! Do-” He could’ve sworn he would’ve died right there and then when he saw you. He eyed you up and down. You glanced away, a faint blush adorning your cheeks as you felt him stare.

“Quit staring and let’s go.” You huffed out, heading over to your shoe rack and picking out a pair of shoes to wear. He merely managed to get out a nod before following behind you.


The car ride there was, well, awkward. You glanced over at John every couple minutes or so, and could’ve sworn he tensed up each time you did. Was he sick? You couldn’t tell.

“Hey John?” He hummed in acknowledgement to your question.

“Just out of curiosity, do you like anyone?” He almost choked on his own spit when you asked that. You turned your head to face him.

“No seriously- do you? Because I do.” He wheezed as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“W-why?” He stuttered out, seemingly embarrassed. You shrugged.

“You don’t have to tell me; like I said- I was curious.” He relaxed when he heard you say he didn’t have to say.

“I don’t want to say.” You hummed in acknowledgement.

“I see. Well- hey wasn’t the exit that way?” You asked, looking out the window. John’s face paled when he realized he missed the exit.

“Oh shoot-” You laughed. When he heard you laugh, he felt his heart flutter a little.

“Well that sucks. And you were so excited for this too.” He soon exited, continuing to drive. ‘I guess I gotta do Plan B.’ He thought to himself, glancing over at your confused state.

“Change of plans-”

“Wh-what? John! You know I hate sudden changes!” You reprimanded him. He grinned sheepishly at you.

“Yeah I know- but today was just a big sudden change, no?” You were silent after that. He was right. Actually, now that you thought about it…your life has been a giant sudden change ever since John entered it. He was so helpful in your times of need. He brought joy to your life. He was just…agh. What’s the word….he was just so perfect. His laugh. His eyes. Heck, even his freckles were perfect to you. You let out an inaudible gasp in realization. You realized what was happening. You were in love with him.

“We’re here!” His cheerful voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked out the window and your eyes widened.

“J-John-” He smiled at you.

“Yeah?” You felt the nostalgia come rushing in.

“Isn’t this where we first met? When we were what, 5?” He nodded, eyes lighting up.

“Yeah! I thought this would be a good place to hang out instead of that lame carnival.” You looked up at him before turning to get out of the car (you made sure to thank him before getting out). You looked around, filled with awe and wonder.

“Nothing’s changed.” John coughed, grabbing your attention. You looked over at him, confused.

“Well, one thing’s going to change.” You tilted your head, confused.

“What do you me-” He shushed you.

“(Y/N), we’ve known each other for such a long time and-” He took a shuddering breath in. Your eyes widened. ‘Is he going to- No way.’ You shook your head to rid yourself of these thoughts. John continued on after calming himself down.

“You and your ever busy schedule, never making time for me.” He feigned a sad face. You pouted, realizing that was just a guilt trip.

“But aside from that, you managed to weasel your way into my heart.” You hand flew to your mouth. You felt tears begin to form. He looked up at you, worry washing over his features.

“Oh wait (Y/N)! Are you okay? Oh no I didn’t mean for you to cry! I’m sorry-” He began to ramble. You shushed him with your hand, encouraging to go on. He nodded, taking a deep breath in before doing so.

“So uh..” He scratched the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed and shy. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked before you began to cry tears. Tears of joy.

“Y-yes!” You saw his eyes light up. His heart fluttered when he heard you say yes. He ran to you and pulled you into a hug. He soon pulled away and looked into your eyes, full of affection and love. For you. And only you. (and maybe turtles but like,,,whatever)

“I love you to the moon and back.” He whispered, you smiled.

“To infinity and beyond.” You responded. It was his turn to smile.

“Forever and ever.”

Welcome to the note after you read
Well uh,,, hope you enjoyed this???
kind skipped a lot of my dinner time to write this
but like
I did it
in one day
be proud guys
k that’s all
peace out 

futakuchicchi  asked:

Gom+kagami+himuro+takao living with their s/o otaku addiction ( like crying over sports anime and stuff) xP?

LAUGHING BECAUSE I TOTALLY RELATE TO THIS REQUEST. Ahhh, you guys come up with the cutest imagine requests ever!!! (✿ ♥‿♥) I feel like sometimes you guys request really cute, fluffy imagines and then I JUST RUIN THEM WITH PERVERTED ONES >.< gomen. BUT AOMINE’S IMAGINE REALLY JUST MAKES ME ASDFGHJKL; Oh and also, I just realised these reactions I just wrote are like…way more super longer than I normally do..sorry? I JUST GOT REALLY EXCITED OKAY >.<

Sidenote: I know you requested this before I made an announcement to please specify the gender because it’s just personally easier for me to write, so I completely understand since some blogs write “s/o”. I’m just gonna write this imagine with female pronouns but if it’s wrong then please, please, inbox me again telling me you want male pronouns and I will certainly go back and fill it in! It’s your request so I want you to feel as personal and close to this imagine as you can!!!

Also, I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. I’VE HAD TO DEAL WITH SOME PERSONAL THINGS BUT IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!!! Thank you for waiting patiently and understanding!! Seriously, thank you so much. It means so much to me!

Akashi: ___ knew she was testing her luck at the moment for doing this…but at a time like this, she couldn’t care less. She knew Akashi knew about her…obsession..but that didn’t matter to him. She was to love him and only him. She was to think about him and only him. He was absolute, remember? When she told him her addiction, he wasn’t really shocked. He took her for one of those kinds of girls, but he still replied with “You will get over this. You have me now. And that’s all you need.” ___ tried, she really did; but, was too much. She was having withdrawals..and bad ones at that. It wouldn’t hurt if she watched her sports anime filled with half-naked men if Akashi wasn’t at home at the time, right? Well, that would be alright if he didn’t catch her; however, he did. “Agh, they’re just so perfect, and cute, and god they’re so —“ ___began to say before a certain smooth voice interrupted her. “—Hot. I can’t even.” Now usually it would be funny for Akashi Seijurou to say such a..fangirly..thing; however, the tone in his voice and the fact he caught her was anything but funny. “So this is what you do when I’m not home, is it?” “Akashi..I-“ “___ what have I told you? You are to love only me..You are to ‘fangirl’ over only me..” With each step Akashi took to his girlfriend, his voice softer but menacingly more dangerous. “But, Akashi, I can’t!! It’s not even like they’re real!! This is an addiction! They aren’t real boys but let me love them just as a fangirl!” ___ couldn’t help it anymore..she had to try and fight about something she loved..she couldn’t let Akashi rule her whole life…right? Wrong. With a fatal glare warning her to shut up, Akashi kept moving towards her, but that didn’t stop ___ from giving in. “Akashi!! I-I..It’s not a phase!! It’s a passion!!!” was the only plea she could think of at the moment; she was in one of the most dangerous positions at this time remember. “Passion, huh? You think this is a passion? I’ll show you what passion is..”

Aomine: “Waaahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohmaigod, the newest episode of Free! just came out!! I don’t know if I can take thissss!!” was the first thing he heard his girlfriend say in the morning from upstairs. As he heard the pitter-patter sounds of his girlfriend running down the steps, he looks up just in enough time to catch his girlfriend before she face planted into the ground. “Oi, watch your step, you’re walking down stairs you idiot.” He shuns her, looking down at his girlfriend who had her eyes glued to the iPad in her hand. “But Aomine-channnnn, look at these biceps!! Look at his triceps! Look at his abs and leg muscles!! He has the perfect form for swimming!!” ___ went on and on, talking about her favourite sports anime show. Aomine rolled his eyes, looking down at his girlfriend he caught, bridal-style. He knew she didn’t mean anything of it, she was just a typical fangirl; however, she challenged his patience when she went on about these other guys’ muscles. Who did she think she is? Swiftly, Aomine hoisted her up onto his back and carried her up the stairs into the bedroom before tossing her on the bed. “Oi, gimmie that,” Aomine’s voice grumbled before grabbing the iPad and gently throwing it to the chair beside him. Swiftly he took off his shirt and smirked as he watched ___’s eyes go wide. “You wanted to see muscles didn’t you…Well you got em.”

Kise: “___-cchi! What are still doing in bed? I swear, I leave for basketball practice and come back two hours later to see you’re still in the bed.” Kise’s voice rings out as he walks into their shared bedroom. He looks to see a lumped figure in his bed, covered by a blanket. He hears his girlfriend’s giggle come from the lump in bed before seeing the lump kick and flail and scream in delight. “___-cchi..?” Kise’s curiosity was getting to him, he was wondering why..and what..was making her squeal like a fangirl? He swiftly climbs on top of the lump before pulling the blanket down just enough to see his girlfriend’s head pop out and what she was doing. Lo and behold, ___ was too involved in her otome game to even know what was going on. “What? What is this?” Kise asked in a curious tone. ___ surely wasn’t playing what he thought she was playing..right? “My life.” a monotone answer replied to Kise as ___ kept playing. Kise came up behind his lover and looked over to see a very perfect-looking animated boy character on his girlfriend’s screen. Just as he read a very..intimate..line that the characterized male said, ___ began squealing, making Kise disapprove. Just as she felt her boyfriend’s golden aura dim quickly, her phone was suddenly out of her hand and across the room. “___-cchi..why are you reading things like that when you have me to do things like this…”

Midorima: “___, if we are going to live together, you’re going to have to get over this!!” Midorima sighs, exhausted after having to run around the living room and chase after his girlfriend who had the controller to the tv. “No! You wouldn’t have a problem with it if it wasn’t for my favourite show being on the same time as your stupid horoscope broadcast show is on!!” “What? That’s preposterous. Stupid. Not true, nanodayo.” He looked away with a madly blushing face before pushing his glasses back up. “You know it’s trueeeee.” ___ sang before running around the couch again for good measure. Midorima sighed while an anger mark appeared on his forehead again. “It’s important to know how your day is going to be so you can expect it unlike yours which is just watching cartoons.” “THEY ARE NOT CARTOONS!” “Yes, they are.” “No, they aren’t. If they are, which they aren’t, then your horoscope stuff is just myths that are made up with stupid signs someone made when they were bored in class. You’re basically wishing on a fairytale of a shooting star.” Midorima suddenly looked like his beloved girlfriend had just told him she wanted to break up. A loud, dramatic gasp escaped from his mouth before he slapped his hand over his heart. “You take that back!” “….” ___ didn’t say anything; instead, she looked back at the television and began watching her show. “___!…___!!!”

Murasakibara: “Eh..? ___-chin, you’re watching this again?” Murasakibara’s voice rings out as he closes the door to their home. As he told his girlfriend farewell early this morning she was on the couch watching an anime filled with boys that seemed to be popstars. Atsushi thought it was kinda odd but went on with his day, going to basketball and then hanging with Himuro. So it surprised him when he came back, five hours later, to find ___ watching the same anime in a different position. “Whatever. I’ll watch it with you if you have the food.” Truth is, Atsushi knew she had an obsession with these kinds of things, but he found it really cute. And was it wrong if he used it as an excuse to cuddle with her? Lazily, he moved over to the couch and grabbed the bag of potato chips that ___ held out to him before picking her up as if she was the weight of a feather. Gracefully, he sat down in a comfy position before pulling ___ onto his lap and letting her get comfy before beginning to eat his chips. He watched from the side of his eye as his girlfriend began to open a candy bar and pop it into her mouth as her eyes stayed glued to the screen. “Ya know, ___-chin. This show isn’t so bad. But I like the other one you were watching last week better.”

Kuroko: “___.” Kuroko’s voice called out, stern. For the fifth time, she ignored him, too busy with her manga to notice him. Suddenly, the manga was out of her hands and behind Kuroko’s back. “___, you need to get outside. It’s not good for you to stay inside all the time.” “Kuroko, give me that back!! I wasn’t finished!” “I don’t care!! Can’t you see I’m worried for you?! You haven’t gone outside for the past three days!!” ___ looks down, pouting. God, she hated it when Kuroko shunned her. Deep down, she knew it was true; however, she just couldn’t go outside when there were other stories she hadn’t read yet! “Come on, ___-san. Go out on a walk with me. You can go back to reading this after we go out on a walk, okay?” “You promise? I can have it back?” “Yes, ___-san. Right after we come back from the walk.” “Okay.” Kuroko knew he had to lure her outside every now and then, he had to make sure she had pure air every now and then. As they took a walk outside, ___ looked around at the scenery. “It’s really pretty out here.” “Yeah, see? Outside is good. I have an idea.” ___ looked over at Kuroko as he took her hand and walked over to a big rock before sitting down. ___ kept on looking at the trees that surrounded them as she realised just how relaxing a forest can be. Kuroko suddenly brought out the book from his back pocket and handed it to ___. “How about we read it together, outside where it’s peaceful? This way we’re spending time together, getting fresh air, and doing what you love.” Suddenly ___ doesn’t feel like reading. She wants to talk to Kuroko and just spend careless time with him. She lunges at Kuroko, tackling him into a hug. “I love you, Tets-kun.” “I love you too, ___-san.”

Kagami: “Woahhhh—Why did his eyes suddenly flash red?!” Kagami leaned back as his face showed that he was surprised at what was happening on the tv screen. “He’s a demon.” ___, his girlfriend that was currently cuddled up under his arm, replied while her eyes stayed glued to the screen. “That’s a butler…?” Kagami was still a bit confused but he couldn’t help but find the show very interesting. At first, he had to admit, he was a bit sceptic to agree right away to watch these shows with ___. He heard all during middle school and high school that it was considered…”nerdy”…to watch anime. He didn’t want to be considered a loser if someone found out he watched ‘anime’. He didn’t really even know why his girlfriend was watching anime in the first place. Wasn’t anime just half-naked, sometimes fully nude, cartoon girls that were drawn in an impossible busy shape? Well obviously he was proved wrong when he saw all the cool anime’s his girlfriend was watching. It only took him the first three minutes to get hooked like his lover was.

Himuro: It already bugged Himuro to no end that Murasakibara would always ignore him while eating snacks whenever they hung out, but this? This was too much. His girlfriend was acting exactly like Atsushi but with reading manga. Himuro only had ___’s friend to blame on getting her caught up in this stupid romantic comic stuff. He didn’t get what was so fantastic about it. And it certainly didn’t please him at the fact his girlfriend was caught up in this fantasy boyfriend character on a page of paper more than her actual boyfriend right beside her. “Are you listening to what I just said?” Himuro asks, looking over to ___. “Hmmm..? Sorry what’d you say?” ___ drawls, turning the page before continuing reading her romance novel. That was all it took for Himuro’s string to snap. Swiftly, before ___ even had time to blink, her book had fallen to the floor and her body was pinned against the alley wall, trapped between Himuro’s strong arms. “You know, it’s a little hurtful to completely ignore your boyfriend in front of his face for a fictional boy that doesn’t even exist, don’t you think?” The way Himuro’s voice had dropped two octaves made cold chills run down his girlfriend’s spine. “We’re in an abandoned, for the most part, alley..why don’t we practice your skills on giving all your attention to your real boyfriend..hmm? Starting now.”

Takao: “___-chan, hurry it up!” Takao was trying to pull his girlfriend outside the house so they could go shopping. Unfortunately for him, his girlfriend was too busy on her phone. Takao didn’t know whether to feel relieved that he knew she wasn’t talking to another guy or hurt because she was paying more attention to her anime blog than her boyfriend. “___-chan, please? Come on, you were on that blog all night and early this morning!! When do I get time? Huh? This isn’t fair!” “Stop pouting, Takao! You’re my boyfriend. You’re more important than this anime blog.” “Well your actions oppose your words.” Takao pouts, crossing his arms over his chest like a baby. Takao then grabs the phone and starts running, not really having a full plan ready. Not expecting his girlfriend to run as fast as she did, she leaps onto him and tackles him down in their front yard. “Give it back!” ___ whines, hovering over her boyfriend, pouting trying to get him to give in. Suddenly, Takao flips her over so it’s his turn to hover over her. Swiftly, he pins her down to wear she can’t get out of the position. “Maybe I’ll do this again, I like this position, ___-chan.”

I think it’s brilliant that even before they went out Carlos and Cecil had a fair bit of interaction. I mean, of course Cecil is an important spokesperson for the town, but did Carlos really need his phone number? I can imagine him agonising over calling him, shouting at the sniggering team of scientists, “I got it for science, okay?”