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night-dazai · 2 months

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Can you do a suguru x gojo sister! reader plsssss😘😘

The Unhinged Slut

Tags: fluff to smut, ass smacking, punishment, rough makeout, degradation.

GETO X GOJO SISTER :

The bright blue eyes sparkled in the sun as she laughed, snow-white long hair swayed slowly making her already godly appearance look divinely beautiful. Geto smiled brightly reaching his hand as you held yours asking him to take it.

Everyone in the park looked at you in the sunny bright yellow frock jumping around happily with your boyfriend. Your energy was bright and vibrant while he was dark and mysterious “You sure enjoy playing in the swing “ he chuckled and tapped your nose “What are you a kid ?” he asked as you reached forward to bite the hand that touched your nose but he pulled did back.

“No, and yes, with you yes without you no “You smiled and held his arm as you walked. Every weekend you guys do this nice walk in the park which is near the beach so you guys can enjoy the sunset on Sundays.

Being both special-grade sorcerers it was not rare for you guys to always be busy, you guys have certain fixed timings each day so that you could spend time without your brother coming in.

The white-haired male was at first very dramatic about your relationship but soon started to move away and give you guys space once he saw how you were happy with Geto. But that still does not stop him from coming in suddenly when you were about to kiss him or just call him while he will be in the back shouting how much of an ass Geto is cause he stole someone “ 3 years younger than him “.

You have to kick your brother out while he still whines “Sorry “ you would say while he would just laugh and tell you how he is used to him being like that.

“Let's go ?” you asked feeling hungry while he followed you quietly, he has been a bit quiet today. He would always be quiet which is not new but today he is a bit too quiet and would just look at you or just space out “You alright ?” you questioned worriedly as he drove the car and kind of zoned out till the back person honked telling him the signal turned green.

“Yeah all fine “ he smiled at you the sweet one he always gives but it felt kind of forced “Okay turn right, let's eat out, “ you said making him drive to his favourite restaurant, thinking this would calm him down. But no, the man was so tense while he ate and you felt like asking him would also not help and that's how you were in the elevator standing fumbling your frock edges while Geto scrolled through his phone.

He opened your shared house door with pin-drop silence, unable to take it you turned only to get pinned down on the floor in full form. Geto’s whole weight on you, your lips crashed and clashed as his tongue wriggled its way in with full force. After a few minutes of making sure you were breathless, he pulled away, dark eyes looking at your bottom lip with lust as the plump flesh was now red due to the force.

His large hands wrapped around your neck giving a little pressure making you whimper “Throw this dress away and never wear it again out in public “ his voice low. It was a threat you knew and felt in the depths of your spine which shivered. Everything now made sense, tense looks around, fumbling around you zoning out … All pieces are together.

Everyone could see your ass with each move of your body, perky nipples that were supposed to not be so hard but were cause it was cold outside but that flimsy dress did nothing to hide it and your light yellow bra was so beautifully shown . And Geto was not a fan of having others see what he alone was supposed to see.

A smile played on your red lips “Oh… but what if wear it again ?” you asked SNAP …..

All he could think was how to make you understand your situation, in a few seconds you were on your bed on your back dress torn off your body as you cried “It's my favourite “. Lifting you like you were some flower he placed you on his lap as his belt adored your writs “ 20 if you mess around or move too much 30 and I . won't. STOP “ he growled.

As you tried to squirm SLAP! it was brutal, ass brining eyes tearing you looked up at him for pity but little did you realise you were just turning him on more “ count “ and SLAP! When you refused to count you felt cold thick fingers near your clit circling lazily and suddenly SLAP !” count slut “ “...one..” you choked out crying now.

After what felt like hours but was only 30 mins your 20 ass smacks were done, ass red and throbbing with pain and pleasure, Geto lay you down slowly on the bed and removed his shirt “Don’t pass out dear we have a long night “ he whispered and pressed a few little kisses on your cheek and forehead and slowly turned them into wet open mouth kisses on your collar bone and chest sucking on your nipple he got naked and removed the belt from your hands “ open your legs love “ he said but you were too busy thinking about your throbbing ass.

The large hands found your jaw and pulled it towards his face “I said open love” The tone you love so much was there “Make me “ you said. You were tired but when he talks with so much command you want to push him more till he breaks you for sure “ bitch don't test me “ he said smacking your thigh as a warning and it was rough.

You slowly opened your thighs with one hand while the other opened your pussy lips “All yours master to use “ you said. Earning a simile from your boyfriend “Even if you did not say that this “ his dick grazed your entrance making you shiver with anticipation “This “ fingers went up to your nipples pulling one “ and this “ his fingers now in your mouth “ suck “ he ordered and watch you sucking his fingers like it was the cock you loved to suck on your knees “ will always be mine ……. whore “ the lusty commanding tone went straight to your core” yes master “.

To everyone, you were the strongest sorcerer and the kindest person and not soo goofy and annoying as your elder brother but only your elder brother's best friend knew the truth you were “ the unhinged slut “ as he termed you.

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savorysatori · 3 years

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— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

#ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #pornscape collab!!👒#cw noncon #cw somnophilia #cw size kink

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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I almost forgot it was their birthday soon! could you maybe do Ushijima with a very flirty and suggestive girlfriend? But he just does not get her hints until she straight up tells him she wants to fuck lmao nsfw of course ;) tysm I love your writing!

Reminds me of another story I’ve written ;) haha love the plot nonetheless!

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“Oh my goooooosh where is ittttt! Ugh!”

You reached in the back seat of the car as your man drove, not actually looking for anything but wanting to give him a good view of your ass in your jean shorts.

“Y/N.” Did you find your water yet?” He asked, feeling an ache is his groin because he kept shifting his eyes from watching the road to watching your perfect ass in the rear view mirror.

You moved back to your seat. “No, I didn’t. Maybe because it is sooooo hot it in heeere. I just want to take all my clothes off.” You sighed dramatically and pulled off your sweater.

Toshi tried very hard (and failed) not to stare at your cleavage in the small crop top you wore under that sweater.

“I can roll down the windows. Or do you prefer air conditioning?.” he asked kindly, watching you fan the top of your beautiful boobs.

You sighed.

“My girlfriend’s told me once that a man’s car A/C is way too cold and that it should only be used for car sex.” You attempted suggestively.

“Is that so? I’ve never heard that, but I can absolutely roll down the windows if—“

“No Ushijima.” You glared at him. “What I’m trying to say is that I want the A/C on. I want us to turn down an empty road so that you can ‘turn on the A/C’ for hours...... y’know?”

Confused, Toshi shrugged. “I don’t think my car’s model can run for hours without breaking and why would we need to pull over to—“

UGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

“Toshi - I’m trying to tell you that we’ve been driving for 6 hours and that I’m horny. And I want to fuck you. Right now. So pull. Over.”

Toshi seemed unfazed, though his cock raised in his shorts finally realizing how horny his s/o is.

“I wish you told me this earlier, Y/N. I cannot just pull over now, this is a no-halt, rather long highway.” He said sternly.

“But—“ you began to whine.

“—Stop talking. If you were horny for my dick, you should have said so and quit this speaking in code nonsense.”

You frowned. Ushi continued.

“But you’re lucky I only need one hand to drive. Take off those shorts and spread your legs for me, Y/N.”

you said:

If you’re on highway 77 plsssss ignore the loud moans coming out of a grey 2019 Range Rover, pls

Toshi said ✌️😿💦

Bday Event Masterlist

#AONE AND USHIJIMA BIRTHDAY EVENT #ushijima smut #wakatoshi smut

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deaddovecoterie · 3 years

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HSMTMTS Holiday Special Soundtrack Review

1. This Christmas by Sofia Wylie

SHE REALLY POPPED OFF WITH THIS!!!!!! i’m so glad they gave her a song with lots of spicy jazzy stuff which totally reflects both her and gina, and i love that. her vocals were amazing and even all the extra stuff in the background was so good. like a 9/10 for this one

2. The Perfect Gift by Joshua Bassett

SO !!!!! SOFT !!!!!! MAJFGNGIFNFJSJSJ I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THIS ONE😭 everything about this song just screams domestic rini and the lyrics are so perfect and fitting for their dynamic. he communicated how ricky feels so well and i could genuinely picture everything that he was signing. joshua bassett never misses and i stand by that. 9/10 only because we didn’t get like some backup vocals from liv or something 😳

3. Feliz Navidad by Frankie Rodriguez and Joe Serafini

FIRST OF ALL, THIS DUOOO PLSSSSS I LOVEEEE THEM SO MUCHHH JOE COMING THROUGH WITH THE VOCALS, HIS VOICE IS EVERYTHING I CANTTTTT. their voices are so pretty and they NEEEEEEED more solos or duet in season two or i will be throwing hands. joes voice is so powerful and just yesssss. that’s all i have to say. tbh the sirens in the first part just did not do it for me💀🤚🤚 so like a 7/10

4. Hanukkah Medley by Julia Lester

julia babe they did you so dirty with this 😭😭😭😭 julia’s vocals are INSANEEE THE TALENT THAT THIS WOMAN HASSSS but the song itself are just so bad i’m so sorry, this song was just not it. 2/10 for the song itself but 10/10 for julia’s vocals

5. Last Christmas by Matt Cornett

YES MATT CAME THROUGH WITH THOSE VOALS, IM SO GLAD THEY GAVE HIM SOMETHING IN HIS VOCAL RANGE!!! he truly does have a really nice voice and so i’m happy they gave him something that was just smooth and fit his voice. i genuinely really like it, like if definitely listen to it even if it wasn’t on the soundtrack so yeah, like a 8/10

6. White Christmas by Larry Saperstein

AMEJGJGKGIGKRGIGIRJDH I LOVE MY UNPROBLEMATIC RED HEADED KING, LARRY IS SO ELITE, he sounded SO GOOD, like it really fit his voice. AND THE TAPPING IN IT??? PLS THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME😭😭😭 anyway 10/10 i love this man

7. Little Saint Nick by Joshua Bassett and Matt Cornett

STOPPPP THIS DUO IS SO GOOD, I LOVE THIS ONE CAUSE ITS JUST SO SOFTTTT these boys together warm my heart, and joshs voice in this makes me smile so much skdmfigmgjd pls i’m gonna cry🥺🥺🥺 like a 9/10 cause it’s actually a bop

8. Believe by Dara Renee

i normally don’t like slow christmas songs BUT LIKE THEN IT RAMPED UP AND I WAS LIKE OH SHIT THIS IS INSANE SKDMGKYMGIFMSJFIGMHJS DARA FUCKING RENEE RUN ME OVER. i just- *dies* she’s so talented and her belting and vocal range and her voice????? LIKE THE RUNSSSSS AHHHHHHHH ALSO ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WHEN SHE SAID “childrenNNNN” WAS THAT TIKTOK TREND WHERE- never mind😳 anyway, i’m dead. i’m alive but i’m dead. 10/10

9. What Are You Doing New Years Eves? by Kate Reinders and Mark St. Cyr

meh, this one didn’t really do it for me to honest. i found they used way too much auto tune on marks voice (also kates but not as much i don’t think). i don’t really have any thoughts on this one, it didn’t really thrill me. but kate sounded great :D i’d say only a 4/10 to be honest

10. River by Olivia Rodrigo

OLIVIA PLEASEEEEEEE LET ME BREATHE U CRIED SO HARD LISTENING TO THIS, OLIVIAS VOICE IS SO ANGELIC I LITERALLY CANT GET ENOUGH IF IT😭😭😭😭😭 shes so fucking flawless, her voice is like honey. to be honest this kind of sounded a bit like drivers license??? i said i’m not a fan of slow songs but for livs vocals i’m gonna give this a 9/10 cause goddamn

11. Something in the Air by HSMTMTS Cast

no thoughts head empty😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WAS JAMMING OUT TO THIS ON REPEAT FOR 7 HOURS STRAIGHT DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT, ITS SUCH A PROBLEM IM SO OBSESSED, THE SONG IS SO HYPE AND THE CASTS VOCALS TOGETHER AND THE JOSH AND LIV DUET ON THE BRIDGE???? PLS I HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK DMGKHMMHKGMGIDSMGKIFIDJDUVFKGIFI AND JOES RUNS?? JULIAS RUNS??? DARAS RUNS??? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK BYEEE THIS ONES LIKE A 20395868/10

12. That’s Christmas to Me by Julia Lester, Joe Serafini, Frankie Rodriguez and Kate Reinders

also a meh. not a wower in my opinion. their harmonizations are great and so are the vocals, but the song itself just isn’t my fave. 5/10

13. Christmas by Dara Renee, Joshua Bassett and Matt Cornett

DARA REALLY SAID MAIN CHARACTER🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 her voice is just so powerful, smooth and ughhhhhh i can’t get enough of her. and may and josh with the back up vocals? yes pls😌😌 the saxophone and everything? ugh everything is just so good. 8/10

#hsmtmts #haley talks

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pathetic-midgardian · 5 years

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Spider-Man Far From Home spoilers:

I hadn't felt like this since Age of Ultron

and by this, I mean disappointed because the movie didn't fill my expectations

plus I was with a WTF face through almost the whole movie

there are great visuals and fights that yes I enjoyed but idk I was expecting something different and I wasn't even expecting that much

at first when there was only one trailer yes I was super excited and wanted it to had a lot of awesome things I wanted Mysterio to be better or at the level villain of Vulture but then idk I was like meh, he's obviously faking everything he's lying and very much likely everything is an illusion even Nick Fury recruiting him can be one, he's gonna pretend he's a hero stopping those elementals and then reveal his true motivation, I even expected the different earths/dimensions being fake but considering the possibility that yes because yes now multiple universes or timelines exist so it would be cool if they explore that, yes

and then idk if just for me but the first minutes of the movie are so weird like hurried explanation of the snap and the world doesn't seem affected at all (other than people moved into snapped people's houses and now there's older friends and siblings etc) and maybe I'm too old but Gen Z jokes I don't laugh (yes I laughed a couple of times) but meh, the whole first half of the movie has a weird tone I was considering everything was an illusion of Mysterio, and I wanted the earth Mysterio ‘’came from’’ was real and it was his fault those elementals escaped and now he’s playing the hero

and maybe it's because after Endgame I disconnected myself from anything MCU related because Tony's death hurt so much so I ignored every MCU news and posts, so when the movie tried to get me sad because of Endgame and Tony I just didn't? my reaction was more of a -that's rude yes I KNOW they're dead thanks for the reminder pfff

the bar scene was so obvious like wtf both of them are sitting in costume and no one gives a sh**? ok, then Peter gave him E.D.I.T.H. and ok here it comes the revelation and, and?!, oh yes they can't come up with a better motivation for the antagonist that FREAKING BLAME TONY STARK AGAIN, I rolled eyes so hard and kinda erased it from my mind because I really wanted to enjoy the movie so I focused on Jake's and Tom's performances and the visuals were great, yes I was like oooHH that’s neat!! two times because of Mysterio's illusions but I'm not a fan of the drones thing, yes it's kinda the obvious path because of technology era and that but also lazy, they could've given Beck real illusion powers but nah, let's blame Tony's Tech because he fired me blah blah

uugghg

I did almost cried when Peter was with Happy on the airplane/jet and AC/DC starts playing ausdhauyshdaush I MISS TONY :(

ok now after a week I’m thinking Quentin’ story about Tony not giving him the credit of B.R.E.A. is totally bullsh*t, that’s what he does, he lies right?, and I hope he isn’t dead so he, Vulture, the other guy from Spider-Man Homecoming mid-credits scene and whatever other villains there is on the third movie team up and form kind of Sinister-Six plsssss

#spiderman far from home #i wrote this a week ago #mcu spoilers #far from home spoilers #mcu #obsessed with fictional characters

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Hello, I was away for the weekend, but once I saw that Japanese album announcement (Rocky supremacy btw!) I ran to your blog, lmao. So I'm definitely team bodyguard since boxing is kinda meh to me, but I'm not opposed to boxer Hwa if he looks like that, hahaha. Plus we can still get a hybrid a boxer turned bodyguard or a bodyguard who does boxing... you know best of both worlds. He's really giving us everything, huh? Everyone say thank you Park Seonghwa! Even though the suffering isn't always easy I can't say I don't enjoy it...

Literally every single look of his is giving me certain vibes - he's beyond duality imo, Seonghwa is so multi-dimensional and versatile. Seriously I rarely see idols who own every single concept. I often treat his stage personas as fictional characters and let me tell you I need Hwa to act in a proper drama soon...

I know we're freaking out about hot and badass Seonghwa right now,but I need to talk about pink Hwa again. I recieved my Ode to Youth photobook and the Atiny Fan Kit and I'm LOSING IT! They all look so cute and soft, but SEONGHWA PINK SEONGHWA!!! The photos from the photobook when he's wearing a pink jacket and a headband 🥰 and the laundry photos too. None of them look like they're good at doing laundry, but I'd kill for laundry boy Seonghwa. The laundry place I go to doesn't have cute boys like that. 😔 Nvm coffee shop AUs what about laundry place AUs now. - DV 💖

HELLOO (i will also pass out after this ask and will respond to the rest tmr!!)

Hello, I was away for the weekend, but once I saw that Japanese album announcement (Rocky supremacy btw!) I ran to your blog, lmao.

i hOPE U HAD LOADS OF FUN!!! BFMWHDKW EVERYONE DID WHILE I WAS SCREAMING TO MYSELF ABT IT FBFB 😭😭 if hwa is a moot, id like to deactivate somehow i would not look at that man in the eye after writing duke <3

So I'm definitely team bodyguard since boxing is kinda meh to me, but I'm not opposed to boxer Hwa if he looks like that, hahaha. Plus we can still get a hybrid a boxer turned bodyguard or a bodyguard who does boxing... you know best of both worlds. He's really giving us everything, huh? Everyone say thank you Park Seonghwa! Even though the suffering isn't always easy I can't say I don't enjoy it...

no bc im also- bodyguard hwa fbwndben,, boxer is well, he and bodyguard have similar background story. but boxer is based in dark academia rich academy ppl academy, girlies separate and boyies separate, he’s also a senior <3 bdbdb and bodyguard pHEW HES HES SOFHWNBDKS he’s very nice and all, but he doesn’t open up quick bc he’s not used to it and our reader is calling him “hey good morning seong!” “are we late hwa? “nOOOO CLOSE THE CURTAINS PARK!” and he just goes “yes ma’am.” at everything <3 ☺️☺️

BEST OF BOTH WORLDS LITERALLY 100000% bc well mr bodyguard is very qualified in a lot of things that aren’t violent 🥰☺️

no me too, it’s rly surprising to see an idol after so long fit every fuckjng era and have us all wrapped around his finger and gET EXPLOITED BY THEIR DUALITY,, found this tweet and it sums his personality up truthfully

OH MY GOD PLSSSSS 😭😭😭😭 I WAS LOOKING THRU THE SCANS HIS PINK HAIR IS LITERALLY BUBBLEGUM 😭😭😭😭

The photos from the photobook when he's wearing a pink jacket and a headband 🥰 and the laundry photos too. None of them look like they're good at doing laundry, but I'd kill for laundry boy Seonghwa. The laundry place I go to doesn't have cute boys like that. 😔 Nvm coffee shop AUs what about laundry place AUs now. - DV 💖

“None of them look like they're good at doing laundry,” HFAKDHWKJDKAJDKW I WISH U HEARD ME WHISPER SCREAM

omg the headband triggers something in me, seonghwa himself does and fbwndbenbdkw no bc my laundry place is in my house and why does it only have my mom and not the 8 hot guys i want to lean over it and tell me im “late for laundry?” BDMABDAMBDKW

laundry place au, but where u guys r neighbours in a complex. u accidentally get his hoodie in ur dryer and bring it home and ear it the next day and coincidentally he’s outside and he just “is that my hoodie?!” boom, and they became besties to lovers

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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miguels-talons · 7 years

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A Name

Hey hey hey hey @darkiplier-support-group I wrote another one really quickly and it's kinda angsty I hope you like my dude:

As he stares into the mirror, he didn't know how to… feel. He could only stare, meeting the eyes of his reflection as it stared back. How had this all happened? How had they ended up like this? His fingers tighten around the cane and he picks up the fading calls of the Colonel as he grows more and more hopeless in his search for his friends. If only he knew that they were standing a few rooms away from him. He glances down at the cane he has held onto for so long, this being the only thing grounding him in the currently spiraling and warping world. He looks back into the mirror, observes the way his skin had changed to a dark grey, how a mixed aura from both Damien and Cilene surrounds him. He pulls at the suit he currently wears and can feel the grasp of the original owner of this body slipping, fading. He can feel them spreading, becoming nothing more than a vessel, nothing more than a shell to contain them and their power.

He pops his neck as it felt too stiff, too broken, and watches as the glass before him breaks and the world only further distorts, twists. Watches as he only loses more of his humanity. But it's not like there's anything else he can or could do. That damn Mark had stolen their lives and bodies, stolen their chances at being happy.

His lips draw back and downwards into a sneer and he can feel the anger burning in his chest. Right. That's why he is here. Vengeance.

He looks in the direction of where the Colonel’s voice echoes from and quickly storms from the mirror, finding the Colonel bunched over one of the older framed photos. He's clenching it tightly, body shaking as he stares into the smiling faces of who they once were. His heart twists because they had once been happy, all together, as friends… no, as family.

But Mark ruined all of that.

He growls softly to himself and this catches the attention of the Colonel whose eyes flash to him and he flinches at the insaned craze darkening them. The Colonel leaps to his feet while holding up the frame, not seeming to be the least perturbed by his appearance and points to the smiling group forever frozen in their hapPY positions.

“L- look!” the Colonel stutters, voice shaking and cracking and he can hardly listen to it. But he says nothing at first, unsure if he actually could. The Colonel points more, jabbing his finger against the glass. “It- its Damien an- and Cilene! I- I found them!”

He sighs heavily, trying his best to ignore the feeling of utter sorrow coiling in his gut to slowly reach out. He gently coaxes the picture frame from the Colonel’s fingers, watching as his face falls from the crazed happiness of false hope.

“William…” he began and nearly flinches at how his voice sounds. It's so… layered. Almost like a million people were speaking at once. The Colonel’s nostrils flare and he knocks the hand holding the frame, causing him to lose his hold on it. The picture falls to the floor and shatters and the Colonel’s eyes widen before narrowing to a glare.

“Do not call me William,” he growled, turning his full anger towards the manifestation of his three truest friends. If only he knew it was them… “I am no longer William.” His eyes light up a moment later and he grins brightly. “Call me Wilford! I've always liked the name Wilford!”

But he can't call him something else. He doesn't know if he would ever be able to do that. “Will…” he tries now and when he's not interrupted he continues, “Your friends… Damien, Cilene… you're other…. they're all gone.” No, that's a lie. Why is he telling the Colonel that? The three of them are all there right now, speaking to him. Why is he telling a lie? Why doesn't he tell the truth? He wants to do badly but he doesn't seem able.

The Colonel’s eyes widen once more and he takes a stumbling step backwards. He tries to reach out, to help, but the Colonel knocks his hands away, using the wall to catch himself and balance himself out. He watches as he straightens and tries to regain himself. “They can't be dead!” The Colonel denies and he wants to tell him so badly. “This is all just a joke! They're hiding and I just have to find them!”

“But that's not-”

“Shut up!” the Colonel screams and now he can see the tears in his old friend’s eyes. His mouth locks shut and he can't speak again because no… he should tell him that they're all right here. That they are alive, just not in the same way. Why won't he tell him?! “I don't want to hear it. I will find them one day, trust you me.”

He has to convince the Colonel to come with him. He's an old friend but… his power needs to be contained. To be used.

“Perhaps we could… help one another,” he suggested, putting on the most convincing voice he could with this layered and monstrous tone. The Colonel looks back at him with distrust yet also… familiarity. Perhaps the Colonel knows deep down, that they know one another. Perhaps he just won't accept it. “I am seeking vengeance against the man who caused all of this pain and suffering to you and your friends…”

“The detective? Cause he's already dead-”

“No,” he interrupts, watching as the Colonel’s face twists in confusion. He had thought that the detective was at fault. But maybe he wasn't..? “Markiplier.”

The Colonel’s eyes widen once more and a sneer crosses his face. “I knew i couldn't trust him…” he snarled. But then he seems to remember something. “Who are you, anyway? I do not recall meeting you. Perhaps if I know you then I would consider your offer…” but he knows he doesn't even have to tell him another word. The Colonel wants vengeance on Mark just as much as he does.

But the question of who he is… who is he? He hadn't had time to mull this over, quickly going to speak to the Colonel, having no time to think of a name or who he is specifically. Though… one idea of a name does stick out in particular. He clears his throat and straightens his back, his suit and meets the Colonel’s eyes. He speaks, voice echoing and spreading out in the way it does now as he says the next words:

“I do believe the name Darkiplier suits me.”

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@thanxolotl

@i-am-a-fan

@cuckaleks

@cheers-love-tracer-is-bae

@alliedoesstuff

Love me and give me validation plsssss

#mine #long post #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markipliertag2 #whe killed markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #I make myself sad

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whydontweband · 7 years

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The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine) Pt. 2

Masterlist

Part Two

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Word Count: 3550

Have a lovely day!

Jonah

7:38. It was 7:38 in the morning, and I was wide awake, clutching my phone in my hands as I prepared to power it on. I took a deep, calculated breath. If I don’t move a single muscle, maybe she won’t wake up, and I won’t have to deal with this right now. I powered on the phone, the apple logo lighting up my screen as I prepared to deal with the worst. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just blow over, she’ll get a few compliments, and that’ll be the end of it. Maybe it won’t be that drastic. As soon as I’d pulled up my home screen, however, I knew that was far from true. My phone was cluttered with texts from management, missed calls from family, and about a million missed calls from Y/N’s best friend, Y/BFF/N. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I prepared to open Instagram. Before I even checked the popularity of the post, my feed was filled with fan accounts reposting’s of the video, as well as edits and mashups of it scattered across the Explore page. Great. I was officially dead. I might as well tweet my farewell apology now.

Pulling up my profile, I hesitated, before tapping on the video post. 11. Million. Views. 85. Thousand. Comments. Not only was I officially dead, I was officially going viral. Well, my girlfriend had, anyway.

Y/N

Rolling over in bed, I smiled, not bothering to open my eyes as I extended my arm to wrap lazily over Jonah’s still sleeping figure, only to have my arm hit the empty space of the right side of the bed. Opening my eyes, I furrowed my brows as I slowly sat up. Jonah was never up before me. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes.

“Jonah?” I murmured softly, still waking up properly. What time was it? Had I just drastically overslept? I checked the alarm clock beside me. 8:02am. Pretty much the same as usual. I sighed, running a finger through my Y/H/C hair as I got out of bed, folding the bedspread neatly behind me as I went. Sliding my feet into a pair of fluffy, baby blue slippers, I made my way downstairs. I don’t remember Jonah mentioning an early recording session, or promo interview today. When I got to the living room, it was completely empty, which was normal for the boys on a day where they didn’t have anything planned. I peeked into the kitchen. There, sitting on the counter top in a pair of black Calvin boxers and Nike socks, was Jonah, huddled over his phone. I giggled, shaking my head as I made my way towards him.

“Morning, early bird.” I smiled. He jumped, startled by the noise as I raised a curious eyebrow.

“Whoa, calm down, not a burglar.” I retorted, feeling odd that Jonah had reacted in a manner that was the complete opposite to his usually so lenient personality. Jonah laughed softly, shaking his head as his eyes darted back towards the phone, turning it off and setting it face down on the counter top.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t hear you get up.” He mumbled. I stepped forward, standing in between his legs as I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Maybe you just weren’t expecting me, since I usually get up before you.” I laughed, shaking off the moment as I headed toward the cabinet to grab a coffee filter. Jonah forced a laugh.

“Yeah, guess I couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” I asked without bothering to look as I grabbed the ground coffee beans and scooping them into the pot. Jonah was silent a moment.

“Y/N I-”

“Oh, don’t tell me- you’re pregnant!” I interrupted, laughing as shook my head. Jonah smiled, shaking his head quietly. I smiled, giving him a confused look as to why he hadn’t laughed, or made some sort of comment about my obvious joke.

“J, chill- what’s up? Is..is something really wrong?” I inquired, folding my arms over my chest as I turned to face him, listening intently this time. Jonah was quiet a moment, before hopping off the counter top.

“I did something…and you might not like it…” He took his phone off the counter, unlocking it and tapping something I couldn’t see.

“J you’re scaring me…” I replied. Jonah bit his lip, his eyes connecting with mine.

“I..I didn’t mean to, I swear, it was an accident, and I know you’ll probably kill me for this but…” He handed me his phone, which I took in complete confusion. My face sculpted into a look of perplexity, I turned towards the screen. It was Instagram profile, and a video post was pulled up. The video was dark, but the instant the audio began, my confusion evaporated immediately. I was frozen in shock, listening to my own voice playing through Jonah’s phone, off his very public, very popular Instagram account. I scrolled down. Comments, over 87 thousand, views, over 11 million 500 thousand. This was the most attention one of Jonah’s posts had ever acquired…and it was me singing “Made For”. I couldn’t find the words to speak as I clutched Jonah’s phone, allowing the video the play again and again, until finally Jonah took the device from my grip, turning it off. Clearly flustered and upset, Jonah sighed, setting his face in his hands.

“Jonah-”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…I mean it! I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was an accident! Yeah, I recorded it, but posting it was an accident, I swear! And then I wanted to delete it but it had already gotten so popular I thought maybe it’d look fishy if I deleted it and-”

“Jonah, oh my God stop talking.” I shouted finally. Jonah quieted immediately, placing his face in his palms begrudgingly. I sighed, silent I thought for a moment.

“I just…I still love you and all that crap, ok? I just…just give me a minute.” I muttered. Jonah bit his lip, nodding.

There was a recording of me singing, on the internet, forever. Nothing could take it back, nothing could go back in time and change what happened. And sure, maybe I was blowing this a little out of proportion, but I’d never had 11 million people listen to me talk, let alone sing. Hell, I’d probably never had 11 people hear me sing, and now it was out there for the whole world to hear, and criticize, and judge at their pleasing. Did I have a terrible voice? No, it wasn’t horrendous. It wouldn’t send anyone running for the hills upon listening, but was it 11-million-views good? No. No way in hell. Yet somehow, it had gotten them. It had acquired 11 million views, through my boyfriend’s Instagram, which looked bad on several levels. To start, it made it seem like I’d been this attention hungry girlfriend the entire time, which wasn’t the case at all. The very reason that I never went out with the boys to big L.A. parties, or clubs- and it didn’t matter a lick now- because my vocal chords had been pasted onto the internet for everyone to make a mockery of.

I bit my lip, shaking my head as I stepped out the glass sliding door into the backyard that overlooked all of Los Angeles. Before I had even a moment to think or mull over the situation, my phone rang. Running my fingers through my hair in defeated aggravation, I pulled it out from the pocket of my pajama shorts, checking the caller ID. It was Logan Paul. In a state of confusion mixed with extreme exacerbation, I answered the call.

“Hey, Logan- what’s up? Why’re, umm, why’re you calli-”

“Y/N! YOOOOO! HEARD YOU SINGING ON J-MAN’S INSTA, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?!” Logan screeched. I laughed slightly, never 100% over Logan’s constant enthusiasm and zest for every aspect of life. I shook my head.

“Umm, yeah, I actually just heard it myself.”

“Whoa whoa whoa- you’re tellin’ me you didn’t know?! Ohhhh sh-”

“No, Logan, don’t make it a big deal, ok? I just, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do with all of this right now, and honestly I’m kinda freaking out here…” I muttered, sitting down on the warm morning grass. Logan was silent for a moment.

“I’ll be right there.” I furrowed my brows.

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll be over in 15 minutes, ok? Maybe 20. Yeah, 20. I’ll stop for a gains bowl. You want one? What am I thinking, of course you want one. Ok, I’ll be over in 20.” Just as I was about to speak, to protest, to inquire, he hung up the phone. Sighing, I held the phone in my hand, cautiously pulling up my Instagram page and scrolling through a few comments on his post. I had to admit, they were overwhelmingly positive.

@jonahspositivity: WHY IS SHE NOT SIGNED TO EVERY RECORD LABEL IN EXISTENCE YET

@seaveysworldd: When Y/N has more talent in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body :’(

@averyblossom: @jonahmarais take her on tour PLSSSSS <3

I smiled softly, setting my head gently to rest in my palm. Shaking my head, I pulled up Twitter, drafting a quick tweet.

@Y/U/N says:

Thank you so much, to everyone who’s been saying such nice things on the singing video. J I didn’t intend on that reaching a worldwide audience, but nevertheless you’ve all been so kind. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on selling out Madison Square Garden anytime soon ;)

Much love,

-Y/N

I sent the tweet, before shutting off my phone and setting it on the ground beside me.

When Logan finally arrived at the house, he wasted no time speeding past the now fully awake boys and into the backyard where I was still sitting idly.

“Your gains bowl, madame.” He joked, smiling as he sat down beside me, digging into his as I opened mine at a much more cautionary pace.

“Thanks.” I replied. He nodded, his mouth already full.

“Hauuy, looft-” I giggled softly, shaking my head.

“Swallow your food first, talk second.” He rolled his eyes, obliging as he swallowed his bite before replying.

“Hey, look- don’t freak out, ok?” I sighed, nodding as I stared at the ground.

“It’s easy for you to say, you love being the center of attention.” I teased jokingly. Ever since I’d started dating Jonah, Logan had always been like a big brother, for all the boys really. I guess he just took me on as a little sister after a while, and although there were times when I’d seriously question his judgement, he had a lot of knowledge on stuff like this- stuff regarding publicity, and social media, and having a spotlight on you, even if just for a moment.

“Hey, don’t pull that card, bro! I’m just a kid from Ohio who got lucky, ok? I remember my first big break on Vine, I had no idea what the hell I was doing! I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I ran with it, and it turns out I must’ve done something right, ‘cause I get to live this freakin’ dope life now.” I smiled, nodding.

“So, what’re you saying?” I inquired after a moment. Logan was silent for a moment, as though deciding how to say something. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again in further contemplation. Shaking his head one final time, he turned to me, and his gaze was far more serious than any facial expression I’d ever witnessed on him prior to this moment.

“I’m saying I think you should run with this, Y/N.”

Jonah

After a while of just standing uncomfortably inside the kitchen, waiting for Y/N to come back and yell at me for completely uprooting her life, I decided to be proactive and tell the other guys. I figured if I told them in advance not to make a big deal about the video, maybe she wouldn’t be as mad at me. Which truthfully wasn’t a very likely scenario, but I would take all the help I could get. I walked into Jack’s room first, where he was laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, bro.” I leaned against his open door frame as the curly haired boy glanced up from his screen.

“Oh, hey man.” Jack smiled, turning back to his phone as I walked into his room, taking a seat on his floor, clutching my knees up to my chest as I let out an aggravated sigh. Jack raised an eyebrow without looking up.

“Ok, I’ll bite- what’s up?” I laughed dryly, shaking my head.

“Did you see the video?” Jack glanced toward me this time, his perplexed expression suggesting that he hadn’t.

“It’s a video of Y/N singing…that I posted…accidentally.” Jack burst out laughing, which wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but what was most expected from him. I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Dude, come on! Y/N’s really pissed at me, bro!” I retorted. Jack was still laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shoot his head.

“Oh my god…..I can’t….believe…you accidentally posted…a video of…your girlfriend singing!” He wheezed through gasps of air. I groaned, laying my head in my hands as Jack slowly regained composure, wiping a few stray tears from his face as he continued to chuckle.

“Bro, I’m sorry, that just sounds like something that happens in a really bad Adam Sandler movie. I mean, we’re talking about Y/N here! She’d probably curl up in a ball and die if someone caught her singing! And you posted a video to the internet!? That’s kinda super evil.” Jack laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude. Not helping.” I muttered. Jack sighed, smiling softly as he shook his head, turning to face me from his place on the bed.

“Look, bro, what’s done is done. You can’t go back and undo it- and deleting it now would look way too sketchy. The only thing to do is apologize, and apologize, and probably apologize some more. Like, seriously. Seriously, seriously, seriously- apologize.” I nodded, propping my chin on my arm.

“I will, I mean, I did, but I will again. And again…just, do me a favor? Don’t make a big deal out of it, or, really mention it at all.” Jack smiled, nodding.

“No problem. You go apologize and kiss some butt, I’ll let the other guys know.” I smiled as he extended his hand to help me off the floor.

“Thanks, man.” Jack nodded, smiling. Just as I was about to head out of the room, his voice stopped me.

“Is she any good?” He asked, his eyes already re-glued to his phone. I smiled, staring at the ground as I thought back to her voice from last night. She was amazing.

“Yeah, she’s good.” I smiled. Jack nodded, silent a moment.

“Good enough to make something happen out of all this?” I gave him a confused look, and after a moment, her turned his phone to face me. It was a tweet from Logan, posted just a minute ago. It read:

@LoganPaul says:

@Y/U/N has some killer vocals! What do you about us hitting the studio together?! J #MakinMagicHappen #BeAMaverick

I didn’t know what to say. Clearing my throat and shaking my head, I ran a concerned hand through my hair as jack gave me a sympathetic look.

“Umm, hey- I’ll talk to you later, ok?” I stuttered, fumbling towards the door. Jack bit his lip, nodding, before turning back towards his phone. I headed down the hallway, a new sense of uneasiness surfacing as I picked up the pace. I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Y/N wanted to graduate from Stanford, and move out of California. She’d never wanted this life- my life. She didn’t want the spotlight, or the media, or the fame and recognition. She wanted to live a normal life- a peaceful life. And she gave all of that guarantee up- to be with me. Because I’d fallen in love with her, and I’d promised her, and myself, that I’d never let this life get to her. I kept her out of the critic’s eye, I did my best to keep the hate to a minimum. She’d never asked for any of this, and yet- here we were. Because of one little mistake, and now people wanted things from her. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine.

Darting from room to room, it wasn’t until I heard her voice that I realized she was still outside, though I’d heard Logan’s car pull away a few minutes ago.

“Jonah?” I caught her eyes, her arms folded as I stopped a moment, before rushing toward her, through the opened glass door and out into the yard. When I finally came to stand in front of her, I was breathing heavy. Maybe from the stress, or the weight of knowing that because of me, the possibility that Y/N’s life might never be the same was incredibly high. Her eyes scanned my face, concerned.

Y/N

Jonah rushed toward me, heaving as he came to a halt, clutching my arms in his hands as he shook his head, regaining his composure before speaking.

“Jonah, what’s going on?” He sighed, shaking his head before allowing his chesnut eyes to meet mine.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you never wanted this, and I know I made a promise to you that I’d never let this Hollywood stuff get to you…and I know I promised I wouldn’t let you give up on your dreams of finishing Stanford just to play some Malibu Barbie, or-” His words came rushing out faster than I could comprehend as my face furrowed into an expression of perplexity.

“J, J slow down. I-I can’t understand you, I-” Jonah sighed, staring down at the ground for a moment as I continued to watch him, looking for the answers in his facial expression as to what he was getting at. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jonah spoke.

“Do you…do you want to do this?” Suddenly, it was becoming clear that he was talking about music. About singing. Truthfully, he was right. I’d never wanted to lose focus from my studies, I’d always planned on graduating Stanford, and moving away from California- permanently. And then I met Jonah, and even though we told each other that nothing would change- everything did. Suddenly people knew who I was, and they’d occasionally stop me for pictures on the street. People cared about what I said- and I wasn’t even a member of the band. Suddenly every photo of us was plastered over Google images under the header of Jonah Marais Girlfriend- and despite every amazing length that he went to, just to keep my life relatively normal, the truth was it wasn’t. And then the singing video surfaced, and I’ll admit- I panicked. Sure, it didn’t seem like a big deal on the surface, and to most people it didn’t mean a thing, but the reality was that just in the time I’d walked outside, 4 different recording agencies had contacted me- each offer more exuberant than the next. And at first, that was the most terrifying and degrading thing I could possibly imagine happening to me. But then, the part that may have scarred me more than the offers themselves- was the fact that I’d started considering it. After Logan left, I’d been thinking a lot about what he’d said. About the fact that maybe I could make something of this- and that I should think about that. I’d always wanted to change the world, to make a positive impact in people’s lives- I’d never even considered the fact that music was a platform that I was also capable of utilizing. Sure, Jonah and the boys made it look easy, but the truth was they worked their asses off every single day. I’d always considered my only option for positive impact to be my mind, and that my only path to greatness would be through Stanford’s doors. My goals hadn’t changed, I was still going to graduate Stanford. I was still leaving California. I was still going to travel the world. But Stanford’s an expensive university, and traveling the world wasn’t exactly as easy as the Kardashians made it appear. Maybe I’d never considered that there was another way of reaching those goals, another way to help pay for Stanford, another way to travel the world. As Jonah stared in my direction, my brain running a million miles a minute as he awaited my answer, I thought about all the possibilities, and how maybe, giving something a fighting chance didn’t necessarily have to mean that I was giving up on myself- maybe it just meant that I was willing to grow, and try something new. Maybe I’d always been so terrified of failing, or being criticized, that I never allowed myself to try anything, or become anyone. Maybe, just maybe, I could take a leap- just this once.

“I-I wanna do this.” I replied, my heart racing, and my fingers numb from nerves. I had to at least try.

#why dont we #wdw #why don't we #why dont we band #jonah marais #daniel seavey #jack avery #zach herron #corbyn besson #jonah marais imagine #fanfiction #why dont we imagine #why dont we fic #jonah imagine #jonah marais fic

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shiroe-is-my-baby · 7 years

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OTP Questions

Figured I’d do an OTP questions since I need more content w my ship w Satoru so here’s my answers to this post ^0^

Who in your otp had the Emo phase in high school?

Neither of us really, but probably more so me. But in middle school. That was my ‘phase’ if you want to even call it that. I thought I was XD

Who loves breakfast foods?

Me!! Gimme pancakes and waffles plsssss. I’m the one making breakfast in the morning bc I want all the delicious breakfast foods.

Who washes the dishes while the other dries?

We switch! ^0^ Some nights I’ll dry and he’ll wash and then the next night we do the opposite. It keeps each of us satisfied, and we’re both still helping each other out.

Who likes to drive?

Satoru only bc I don’t like driving all that much. I have bad anxiety behind the wheel heh

Who is more organized?

Satoru is way more organized than me. I’m awful, ok. Like truly terrible. He comes behind me and tries to fix my mess, but it only gets worse when I come back around to tear it up lol

Who likes to go outside and who is the hermit?

We’d both honestly rather be inside, but between the two of us, he definitely likes going outside more than I do. I could stay inside forever if I could honestly. That could be my anxiety talking, nope it prolly is lol

Who gets super excited about everything?

That’s me lol Satoru loves it, though. Always smiling but pretending he doesn’t notice it. I get overly excited for things, which is nice but also isn’t when things don’t go as planned.

Who likes to eat spicy food?

Satoru probably bc I can’t handle too much spice. But he definitely makes me try different things just to see if I’d like it. (I don’t lol)

Who is the one who kills the bugs?

I. Can’t. Satoru better or I’m leaving the city. Or Earth idunno. Depends on if it’s a spider >.<

Who loves to cook?

Both of us like cooking, but it isn’t something we love doing. He’s definitely the better cook between us and is mostly making dinner most nights. Until he forces me to learn. I definitely like cooking with him tho ^0^ so does he even if he doesn’t admit it lol

Who is the one who gets the other to try new things?

A lot of the times it’s mutual, but more often me. Satoru gets set in his ways sometimes, and I have to kind of pull him back a bit. But don’t let that fool you, he’s really more outgoing with me which I <3

Who is more protective?

Neither of us are really all that protective unless we need to be. Satoru sometimes gets a little paranoid, but those days I just gotta reassure him that I’m fine.

Who likes PDA more?

Me! I just love showing affection and showing that he’s mine but Satoru isn’t a huge fan of it. He’ll hold my hand, but anything else makes him basically freeze up and get really embarrassed. Doesn’t mind it in private but in public he’s very resistant to it. (Which mainly goes for anything outrageous or what he deems to be inappropriate).

Who would go and do something stupid for 20.00$?

Neither of us are that stupid lol Although, if one of our friends bet me something good then I might. XD

Who is the one who eats too much?

Me lol I just LOVE FOOD. Satoru sometimes gets worried for my health, which results in a lot of embarrassing conversations >.>

Who is the one who lies awake at night if they don’t have the other’s arms around them?

Me. I definitely need him there to help me fall asleep. Satoru isn’t a huge cuddler at first, but slowly grows to it. But it’s definitely harder for me if he’s not there.

Who would be the one to cry at their wedding?

Me for sure. I’m emotional as heckkk, ok.

Who buys all the parenting books?

Satoru. Poor baby just doesn’t wana mess things up, y’know? He wants to be the perfect parent (or at least a decent one) and probably worries a little bit too. It’s actually pretty cute ^0^

Who is the one that tries to cook but can’t?

Me at first lol I definitely get better with time, but originally I couldn’t cook anything. But I had to learn living on my own, y’know? XD

Who would cheer on the other in an act of stupidity?

H a HA. That’s me. I’m such a loser omfg. I’d be a good little cheerleader for him through the entire stupid thing he was doing XD

Who would get the tattoo of their lover’s name?

Neither of us. That’s bad luck, yo (superstitious much, ash? yes)

Who would wear the other’s clothes in public?

Me lol I’m the type to throw on his shirts when I don’t have any clean ones, or just when I want something different. Most of his shirts fit me pretty well, so it’s practically like I’m wearing something of mine except it isn’t. We both have different tastes lol

Who is the caring one who would do anything for you in an instant?

Both of us man. We’re both willing to do anything for one another and those we care about.

Who constantly laughs at themselves?

Me lol I’m such a loser and I’m aware of that.

Who brings home a stray dog and begs the other to keep it?

Me again lol I’m such a sucker for dogs! Satoru gets so mad at me bc we don’t have the room for it, but he eventually gives in to my puppy dog eyes!

Who proposes?

Satoru and in the cheesiest way possible

Who takes forever in the bathroom?

Me lol Satoru doesn’t take too long getting ready, but I definitely take a little longer. I take long showers and whe I fix my hair it’s… a lot

Who bounces their leg up and down constantly?

Neither of us really. Satoru doesn’t have that nervous tick lol

Who is the one who doesn’t study and aces their exams?

Probably Satoru only bc I’m terrible and I don’t study and I fail lol

Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when they are tired?

That’s me yet again. I get really giggly when I’m tired. Satoru just gets kind of somber and quiet, even though he’s already quiet? He’s constantly getting headaches bc I’m giggling and laughing and he just wants to go to B E D.

#otp questions #satoru #self insert #self ship #otp: imaginative souls

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