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sereneres · 9 months

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“parentz/minyn’s ‘honey mo…” ¹˙⁵

kim minji x 6th member!reader / 1.5k

summary. — “parentz/minyn’s ‘honey moon’, ‘parents’, and ‘divorced’ eras in 7 minutes and 22 seconds.”

warnings. — this is formatted like a youtube video, similar to this by @/jihyoruri / all of the members are in this

🎬 — honeymoon era

“wow.” hanni said, shaking her head in mock disappointment as she clicked her tongue at the sigh before her. “we’re in public, guys, try to have some decency.”

the camera panned to you sitting on minji’s lap, the latter’s head on your shoulder.

[ayo?? 🤨🤨🤨]

“i’m only sitting on her lap, unnie.” you told the girl, exasperated. “and besides, you were sitting on minji-unnie’s lap literally a few minutes ago.”

“yeah, but she wasn’t holding me like that.” the vietnamese pointed at minji’s arms, which were around your waist, and her hands, which were folded on top of your stomach.

[parentz caught in 4k 📸]

“that’s because she kept sliding off.” minji argued, readjusting her hold on you. “she’s taller than you are, hanni, and her pants are more slippery compared to yours.”

“my pants and her pants are literally made out of the same material, unnie.” hanni said, rolling her eyes. “if you’re going to make up an excuse, at least make up a good one.”

“i think it’s less about the pants and more about our height, hanni-unnie.” you said, smiling innocently at the older girl.

“hey, i’m not that short-”

“but you are, unnie – you’re literally the shortest member of our group.”

[yn was not playing around whatsoever 💀]

“just let me pay for it, minji-unnie.”

the older girl scoffed, gently pushing your hand away from the cashier. “as your unnie, yn, i can’t let you do that. let me pay for it.”

[she really used the ‘i’m older’ card lol-]

“this type of thing happens all the time.” hyein commented, shaking her head. “you’d think that one of them would cave and just let the other pay, but that never happens.”

“yah, you guys are holding up the line!” hanni said, gesturing to the growing line behind the group. “hurry it up already!”

[those people do not look happy lmfao]

“why not do do rock paper scissors?” danielle suggested. “whoever loses can pay the next time.”

[danielle is newjeans’ angel, both figuratively and literally]

“alright. rock, paper, scissors-”

you, having closed your eyes, peaked them open to see that minji had picked rock and that you had picked paper.

“ah…”

“woo!” you cheered, turning to the tired-looking cashier and handing him the money. “thank you! sorry for holding up the line!”

[he looks so tired of them 💀]

“i should’ve picked scissors.” minji pouted as the six – seven, including the cameraman – of you walked out the store. you giggled, linking your arms together and resting your head on her shoulder. “don’t be sad, unnie, you can pay next time, like dani-unnie said.”

[ngl, this makes me feel single asf 🫠]

“by the way,” haerin said to the camera, her voice low and barely being picked up by the mic. “it’s not even their money they’re spending. it’s manager-unnie’s.”

[oop- 🫢]

🎬 — parents era

“-and that’s a wrap! good job, yn-ah. you nailed it today.”

“thank you.” you murmur, taking off your headphones. “oh, and before i leave, i’d like to tell you that hyein currently has a cold, so please be patient with her today.”

[aaaaaaaa yn <333]

“yes, i’m aware, minji also told me about her cold while she was here.” your ceo told you, clearly amused.

“ah, she did?” you asked, cheeks flushing a light pink. “she didn’t mention doing so.”

“yes, she did.” the older woman said as she chuckled. “she even told me to be patient as well.”

[hyein’s parents love her so much lol]

“have you guys eaten yet?” (hanni)

“du-du~ bam-bam-baaa~ *insert opera singing here*” (danielle??? in the background)

“…most of them are saying that they have.” (haerin)

“that’s good! it’s almost, like, 8 o’clock right now, so it would be pretty worrying if they haven’t eaten yet. for those who haven’t eaten, make sure you eat something soon!” (danielle)

[danielle is an angel x2]

“‘have you eaten?’”(haerin)

“not yet. we just came back to the dorms like, an hour ago from practice, so…” (danielle)

“we were going to get some take out, but then minji-unnie and yn said that we’ve already gotten take-out three times this week.” (hanni)

“both yn-unnie and minji-unnie are currently in the kitchen making food for us to eat, and hyein is helping them, i think.” (haerin)

[i don’t think i need to say much about this lol]

soon after that, yn also went on an audio live.

“‘you take care of your unnies and younger members so well that they probably think of you as their mom.’ really?”

[yes, really.]

“huh, i never realized i was like that. if anything, i thought you guys would say that about minji-unnie. she’s the one with all the ‘minji being newjeans’ mother’ videos…”

[oh shit, has she seen my videos?? *insert shameless self plug here*]

“anyway, i never saw myself as a ‘mom’ figure to anyone. hyein, maybe, but she’s our maknae, so…”

🎬 — divorced era (which didn’t really last long tbh)

“they’re asking what we did earlier today.” haerin reported, moving back from the camera so that your fans wouldn't just be looking at her eyes and nose throughout the entire live.

“well, we had practice of course,” danielle said, lips pursing as she tried to remember what the six of you had done. “and after that…”

“we went out to eat for the first time in like, months.” hanni finished, smiling cheekily. “it was soooo good.”

“we ate went out to eat just last week, hanni-unnie.” you said, smacking the older girl’s arm playfully. she laughed before jokingly rubbed her arm, mouthing the word ow to the camera.

[hanni and yn, the second tom and jerry of newjeans lol]

“oh, and this was the first time yn-unnie and minji-unnie didn’t argue over the bill!” hyein remarked, scrolling through the comments on her phone. “minji-unnie just gave the money to the cashier and yn-unnie didn’t even say anything.”

[trouble in paradise?]

“oh yeah, that was pretty weird.” hanni said, discretely nudging hyein. “it’s like, never happened before, so we were all pretty surprised.”

“well, there’s always a first time for everything.” danielle murmured quietly, glancing at both yn and minji before saying in a louder voice, “the food was really good though. it was sort of pricey, but good.”

[smooth dani to the rescue.]

“man, we saw so many binky light sticks at the music show,” hanni said, sighing happily. “we really enjoyed seeing you guys there, and i hope you guys managed to get some of the gifts we gave out!”

“oh, someone asked, ‘what gifts?’.” danielle said, pointing at the comment on her phone and showing yn and haerin, who were sitting beside her. “yn-ssi, why don’t you tell us about the gifts hanni-nim was talking about?”

amused, you decided to play along, even going so far as to grab your water bottle and place it under your mouth as if it were a mic.

“well, danielle-nim, the gifts hanni-nim was talking about are distributed at a certain location near the venue of our music shows.” you say, picking up your phone. “and if you follow our twitter, newjeans-underscore-ador, you will get tweets on where these locations are, like this one.”

you raise your phone to the camera, showing off the tweet that had been posted that morning.

“…what kind of broadcast is this?” hyein asked from behind the two of you, staring judgementally at you and danielle.

you both laugh, startling haerin which made the two of you laugh harder. behind you, minji was spaced out, a undiscernible look in her eyes. hanni sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic look on her face.

[there is no heterosexual explanation for either of those actions lmfao]

“moving on,” you say, pulling your phone back as your laughter gradually turned into giggles. “hanni-unnie is right. seeing all your binky light sticks really made my day!”

“‘they looked like hearts’.” haerin read out loud before nodding her agreement. “they did look like hearts – tiny, colorful, glowing hearts.”

“hearts…” you repeat, mindlessly raising your hand and creating half of a heart with it. instead of completing the heart with her own hand as she normally did, though, all minji did was stare at it blankly.

[oh- that’s not good.]

fortunately, haerin noticed your hand awkwardly hanging in the air and shifted towards you subtly, looking at the camera as she moved her hand to yours to complete the heart.

you smile at her thankfully, though it's obvious that you were a little upset by minji’s actions, or rather, a lack thereof.

[ㅠㅠ]

🎬 — and here's a bonus clip of just the two of them talking about their ‘divorce’ lol

“some people are asking about our… divorce??” (yn)

“we had a divorce?… wait, we were married????” (minji)

[am i the only person who thinks minji asking that was funny?]

“i think it’s our ship name, unnie. y’know, ‘parentz’?” (yn)

“oh yeah, that… why are they saying we got a divorce??” (minji)

“apparently, we looked upset with each other last week during the live.” (yn)

“ah, yeah, last week…” (minji)

“sorry guys, we can't talk about it too much ‘cuz it was pretty personal and not something we’d like to share, but don’t worry. we weren't angry at each other or anything, minji-unnie was just worried about me.” (yn)

“worried is an understatement.” (minji)

“anyway, as i said, don't worry. minji-unnie and i are perfectly fine now!” (yn)

“describe ‘perfectly fine’.” (minji)

“…”

“okay, okay, sorry, honey, i won’t joke about it again, stop glaring at me like that.” (minji)

“…”

“*ahem* moving on…” (minji)

[lol someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight – AND DID YOU CATCH WHAT MINJI SAID?? ‘honey’?!? anyway, thank you for watching, make sure to like and subscribe, and i’ll see you next time <3]

previous. / pairz. / next.

#sereneres #seren.writes #newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #kpop x reader #minji x reader #kim minji x reader #⊹#nwjns.yn

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kalims · 11 months

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presenting them a failed dish | all

summary. you present them a failed dish (you of which they just happen to like very much.) question is, are they gonna be biased or brutally honest despite all that?

content. alignment, all characters

featuring. all nrc students, gender neutral

wc. mentions of death (comical)

though not all the judges seated are all privileged with a good nose like the merman, nor a good set of ears like the fae, not even the combination of both from the beastmen.. all of them could smell the seeming scent of something burning? they know because they can see the gray smoke clouding above their heads.

… but they could all collectively feel the looming sense of something ominous inside that kitchen.

they all exchange nervous looks. the previous contestant called lilia's dish already made them lose their appetite. they're pretty sure that this next meal would finish them off and send them to the next universe.

the door opens and the smoke comically flows out. ironically enough you emit a ray of sunshine, as though you are immensely proud by your achievement as you hold the tray of what seems to be the eye of the storm.

"it's ready." despite the very clear aura of death behind you, and in your hands. you smile brightly and they actually pause to sweat a little.

oh god. is it normal for the smoke to form into a skull before disappearing completely..? they swear they just saw a bouquet of spider lilies behind you.

for once they quip back a comment in favor of you keeping that hopeful grin. they don't have the heart to shatter it right now when they're probably seconds away from death.

at least once they die, you're happy…

"so.. what's this supposed to be?" midst their stunned silence one of the student asks.

you answer in a quip. "an omelet." and they almost fall over. that smell is supposed to be an omelet?

you happily take off the lid and his jaw drops, at the smell alone.. is that even a dish? that's just burnt ash!

"I hope you enjoy the meal~"

"... I will."

the ones pretending that everything is okay even though it's most definitely not. he can physically feel the smoke tickling the base of his jaw and he's starting to regret picking up the spoon for a bite in your expense. surely it isn't too bad?

wrong. everything is bad. he just saw god, he isn't sure if it's worth swallowing the monstrosity just so you won't be disheartened by his reaction. he's so down bad for you

deuce, trey, azul, idia, jack, ruggie (kind of, it's free so) silver

"..."

the ones who are in fact, not pretending that everything's okay because it isn't!! what in the seven's name did you do, and use in that kitchen to create this absolute piece of garbage—the mistake of the century! do you really think they'd eat… that for you?

okay so maybe your offended look may have swayed him and he's reluctantly pushing a small portion of it in his mouth. aaaaand. he's out.

ace, sebek, epel, jamil, leona

"are you sure this can be eaten?"

the nervous ones that are constantly asking if it's fine and what in the hell you put in this thing for it to come out like that! you described the use of the ingredients perfectly! but why does it look so… bad? was your plating the problem?

but they never judge a book by its cover so… bon appétit… that's what he was thinking just about two hours ago. oops.

cater, riddle, ruggie, silver

flat out refuses to eat. it's not him… it's you 🥺 get that musty ass dish out of his face this instant! all you need is a wake up call instead of these stupid incompetent judges who are hell bent on being biased af!!

he'll drag you in the kitchen himself. you will not leave until you've made a dish that looks decent enough to eat, and definitely lives up to it's visual.

vil, jamil, leona, sebek, ace

* u hear that? he's already finished his fill lol *

the ones who for real needs to go to a mental hospital cause he doesn't even question anything about your dish, grabs a knife, spoon, fork, whatever he needed, pokes it once before slicing a piece off (but can you slice dust??) and popping in their mouth casually.

you can't even tell if it tastes bad or not cause their face didn't even twitch. you've got an inkling that there was a glimmer of tears but he blinked them away for your sake. (but he's definitely never gonna try it ever again)

malleus, jade, lilia, silver

also finishes his fill but is eating in a very clearly more energetic, and enthusiastic way. this can go to ways. they either chew on it twice, pause then inevitably pass out for a few hours.

or they finish it and pass out for the whole day. eh whatever, they like you a lot so they'd probably keep eating em' anyways.

floyd, rook, deuce, ruggie (kind of, once again) kalim

shit cooking besties let's go!! he now thinks that you're a god in cooking cause he tasted it, and was sent to heaven instantly. which is also kind of suspicious cause it looked like it grew sentient and crawled out of hell

lilia

GENUINELY ENJOYS IT?? they're just humming a tune while savoring the dish slowly..

ortho, grim, rook

immediately suspicious and thinks that it's littered with poison or something. they think it's absolutely genius that they even noticed it. it's come so bad to the point where they had to get another replacement judge cause they kept criticizing YOU instead of your food.

who else? sebek

sorry I had to make a separate one for this man. at this point all of diasomnia has separate parts lol

let's say, the dish was just presented. without the chef so he just stares at it in interest. silently wondering who'd dare to serve him such an… unruly dish. seriously… even the villagers make better food than this.

he doesn't even bother to eat till you step out and ask how it was.

bro when did he finish it all??? WHY IS HE EATING THE PLATE???? "I'm absolutely famished. may I ask for seconds?"

malleus ( bro switching up in 2 seconds maximum, what a simp loool )

commissioned piece, not pr

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jomgiiu · 1 year

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HEAT OF THE MOMENT

The king of Hawkins high, Steve Harrington asks you out on a date but not for the reason you think. After that night, you learn who the real Steve Harrington is.. or so you thought.

paring: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

CW: ANGST ANGST ANGST, i guess bully!steve?, steve being a douchebag, king steve taking effect, swearing obviously, mentions of wounds/blood not to major.

A/N: i wrote this one a whim, got carried away it’s not the best but i need feedback to see what i should do next with it lol. i liked writing season 1 steve, i made him meaner than in the actual show but ofc i hope you all dont mind! enjoy and reblog! (not proof read and poor writing oops)

Last night was the worst nights of your life, you got stood up by Steve Harrington. He'd asked you on a date during lunch and you obviously said yes. You and your friends were giggling and whispering about it all day, they gave you advice about what to do and say, what to wear, how to do your makeup, they seemed more excited than you. The moment you got home you got ready. He said he’d be there at 6 and it was already 3, so you had enough time to plan everything out. You put on your favorite record, pulled out your lucky socks, and got ready. The outfit you picked look like it came out of a magazine, so elegant and beautiful; Steve was definitely going to fall for you. At least that’s what you thought.

Sitting on the couch, you waited and waited and waited. 6 o’clock rolled around and the butterflies in your stomach would not stop.

6:13. He's just running a bit late.

6:28. Maybe he had car trouble?

6:41. Maybe he actually meant 7!

7:15. Or maybe he didn’t mean anything at all.

7:35. You were nothing to him.

Your parents didn’t get home from work until 8, so you decided to go up and change to save yourself the embarrassment of them asking about anything. Feeling like you came out of magazine just to feel like you were a thrown-out magazine because it’s the wrong issue. You went to sleep that night, crying over a stupid boy and a stupid date. It was stupid.

What felt like forever, you finally got to your locker. Fumbling with the lock, you got it to open and put your things away, grabbing stuff for your classes. Laughter was heard a few lockers down, glancing over it was Steve and his idiot friends. You sighed and shut your locker. You didn’t want to confront Steve but you had the right too. Confidently, you walked over to them but that instantly left when Carol whispered something to Steve, making him snicker. Your stomach felt like it was twisting and winding, you felt sick.

“Hey, you!” Carol greeted; her words were sweet but was sour coming out of her mouth. You gave her a small wave and went to focus on Steve. He had on a blue polo, Calvin Klein jeans and a dark windbreaker complementing his outfit. His hair was perfect as always, he spent more time looking at himself than he did anyone else.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Um,” the words were stuck in your throat. His stare was burning you. Either you chicken out or you confront him.

“Where were you last night?” the words came out in almost a whisper.

“Huh? What was that?” he put his hand behind his ear, leaning down a bit to you. “What did you say?” Steve’s teasing was cruel, he has a smirk planted on his face waiting for you respond.

“I think our friend here asked about your date last night.” Tommy commented.

“Ah.” Steve moved his hand away from his ear and resting it in his jean pocket. “Listen, I was planning on going but I got wrapped up in somethings. I was going to call. Promise.” The sympathy in his voice was forced.

“Yeah, Steve was too busy studying anatomy with Nancy.” Tommy teased, making Carol slap him on the chest playfully. Steve smirked and looked at you.

“Tom, pay up man.”

What?

You tried to process what was going on. You watched Tommy give Steve a $20, shoving it in his pocket looking so proud of himself.

“Why did-”

“Oh gosh, for being a straight ‘A’ student, you really are stupid.” Carol said.

“W-what?”

“Tommy over here told me if I asked you out, I'd get the 20. I did and I got the 20.” Steves words felt like a knife to the heart.

“You put a bet on me?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!” Tommy exclaimed, making everyone laugh.

“You really believed that Steve would go out with you!” Carol snorted.

“I-”

“Listen, you seem like a great girl, I just don’t think you're up to the Steve Harrington standard. Nancy on the other hand, well she is. Don’t get me wrong, she just like you but more put together you get what I mean?” Steve’s words were harsh but said with ease.

You began to shake, you tried to hold the tears back forming in your eyes letting one fall down your cheek.

“Aw are you crying?” Carol pouted.

“I just thought you wanted to actually get to know me.” You choked out.

“Get to know you? I’d rather talk to a freak than talk to you. But I guess that’s what I’m doing now huh?” Laughter erupted around you. People stopped and stared at you, all eyes were on you, people where whispering and giggling.

You quickly walked away from them, tears clouding your vision you didn’t want to go anywhere else but out. Your friends tried to stop you but you ignored them, you were just trying to get to your car where you could be alone. Getting in your car, you finally let it all out. They humiliated you in front of everyone, Steve placed a bet on you, everyone knew why. You were a loser. You’d never be Nancy Wheeler and you’d never be with Steve Harrington. Going home that day felt awful, you told your parents that you got sick and just needed to be home for the day, or the week. Thankfully, they took the bait and let you come home early and stay home for the week. Your mom went to the school to pick up your work you missed and that kept you occupied for the time being but didn’t distract you from your feelings.

It didn’t help either that one of your friends called you, basically screaming at you that Steve asked her out on a date and she was calling you from the diner payphone that they were at right now. Your heart almost about blew up when you heard that. The day he does that to you, he asks one of your friends out? You told her congrats and when she briefly asked about your date, you just told her that you canceled because you didn’t feel well, hence why you left school today. She instantly bought it and told you that she’ll update you later and hung up. Of course, everyone had a crush on Steve and everyone wanted to be Steve. You wanted Steve but you didn’t know his personality, you didn’t know who he was as a person until now. Every girl he’s been with was ranting and raving about him and the dates he brings them on, you just wanted to experience one. You knew you were pretty, smart and you had a pretty decent reputation, why would he do that to you. Steve made you feel like nothing. He made you feel ugly, stupid and a loser. Steve Harrington was an asshole and no one knew that expect for you.

Tuesday finally came. You begged your mom to stay home again, since you did Monday. You tired the fake puke trick but she saw right through it. Your mom convinced you if you went to school, you could buy something out of a catalog. You couldn’t pass that opportunity. If you were coming back, you were coming back looking like you haven’t been crying for the past week. You threw on the cutest outfit you could find, made sure the tear stains were off your face, kissed your mom goodbye and headed to school. The moment you walked in, the counselor grabbed you by the throat and dragged you into her office. Ms. Kelly was a nice lady; it was clear she cared about the students but it annoyed you because you didn’t want to talk. She asked how you were doing and what you plan on doing to keep your grades up. You explained that you have all your work, you just need to turn it in.

“Wonderful!” she said.

Ms. Kelly looked down at her paper, dragging her finger along until she stopped.

“Ms. Click has actually requested to see you, I told her I'd send you down to talk to her. She couldn’t wait until your period. You can also take your work for her class and turn it in then.” She said, writing a hall pass. “Just come back here when you’re done okay?” You nodded gripping your history work, taking the hall pass and walking to Clicks. You liked Click, she was nice to you and you had her 5th period which was such a calm class, you liked everyone in there. As soon as you opened the door to Clicks, everyone's eyes were on you and even pair you didn’t want. Steve Harringtons.

“Oh, perfect timing! Class, turn and talk about the question on the board I'll be a moment.”

You walked into the classroom more to Clicks desk. She smiled at you and offered you a little candy. How could you say no. You handed her your stack of papers as she sat down at her desk.

“How have you been. 5th hour hasn’t been the same!”

You glanced around the class to see the people. Steve was still looking at you. You began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

“Oh, I've been sick. Flu season I guess.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you for doing your work while you were sick. Not a lot of kids even do their work in class.” you nodded. “I called you here to obviously see if you were alright but also to see if a student can borrow your notes. You did them perfectly and I think it would help them. Don’t worry, he’ll give it back to me so you can have it back.” Click began to look through another pile of papers.

“Sure, who’s using it?”

“Steve.”

The color drained from your face. God was not on your side today. You didn’t want the cause of you missing school to look at your notes, it’s his fault he’s stupid.

“Ah, here we are,” She pulled out your notes and handed them to you. “Give those to Steve please and you can be on your way. We can talk more in 5th hour!” She smiled. You grabbed your notes and have her a tight-lipped smile. Turning away from her desk, you walked to Steve’s. He clearly wasn’t doing the assignment, just goofing around and flirting with the girls around him. Making it to his desk, he stopped talking to the girls and instantly looked at you.

“What-”

“Ms. Click wanted me to give you my notes to help you out.” you interrupted, holding out the notes to him.

“Pfft, I don’t need your notes. I don’t want to read mistakes.”

Hold it together.

“It wasn’t my choice. It was Ms. Cli-”

“Does it look like I care about what she has to say? No. Do I care what you have to say? No. I'm surprised you even came to school today looking like this.”

The girls around him started giggling and whispering to each other.

“I think I look fine.”

“Well, I'm glad you had the confidence to wear clothes from the salvation army.”

Don’t cry.

“For your information, I got an ‘A’ on these notes and Ms. Click said I was the only one who got an ‘A.’ And I got these from a catalog and I'm sorry my daddy doesn’t buy me every new thing like your ugly BMW you drive and at least I'm not a wannabe dickhead.”

Steve put his hands over his chest, having a shocked expression on his face which quickly switched to a smug look.

“Wow! You got me there! You showed me!” Steve scooted up closer in his seat, resting his arms in front of him looking right at you.

“I'm not the wannabe sweetheart, you are. You want to have my money and BMW so bad but here you are driving your run-down Ford Escort and thinking that catalog clothing is going to save you. It’s not. Sure, you think you're all smart but looks will do you better in the future. Remember that.” Steve snatched the notes from your hands and started to talk to his friends again.

You left the classroom so fast, before you could say goodbye to Ms. Click. The whole day you were worried about what Steve said. About how you looked and how looks will get you places. You knew it was bullshit, you had colleges already begging for you to go to school but it’s the way Steve said it. Worse of it all, you went to 5th hour, hoping for a good period. Until you got your notes back to notice he scribbled all over them, writing things, drawing crude things on all your work. You frantically began to look through the notes until one comment stood out to you.

‘When you walk out of school, make sure to wear the bag on your head I left you at your locker. You need it.’

Tears filled your eyes. You shot up from your seat and ran out of your class. Ms. Click was yelling for you as you ran down the halls until you got to your locker. There you saw a paper bag with eye holes cut out of it, tapped to your locker. You ripped the bag off your locker and fell to your knees, sobbing into the paper bag. Why was Steve being so mean to you? You should be ruining his life; he shouldn’t be ruining yours. This all started with a date that turned out to be a joke and then ever since your life went downhill. Classmates from your period found you and tried to comfort you of what happened. You broke and told Ms. Click what happened and what Steve did which led to Principal Higgins getting involved and calling your parents and Steve's. He got a suspended for the rest of the week which was a relief to you but didn’t help the situation. Now since this situation, you were known as the ‘Cry baby.’ Your friends tried to help you feel better and stood up for you when the time was right. You were grateful to have a support system but not grateful for Steve Harrington.

It’s been a few months since the whole Steve situation and some forgot about it and moved on to other things like the Byers youngest boy going missing and Barb Holland also going missing, making the whole town worried. Steve was still a dick but he didn’t pay any mind to you though, he was too busy dealing with his goons and his dream girl, Nancy Wheeler. A part of you still had a crush on him, just the smallest he was still cute but he was still a dick. You had to go see Ms. Kelly every Friday since what happened which you didn’t mind but it was still annoying. It was the same bland conversation about your week. If there's any people giving you a hard time, grades, college, just boring, stupid conversations that waste your time during 6th period but you got to leave earlier which was a plus. Before you left, Ms. Kelly told you that your mom called and wanted you to stop by Melvald’s to grab some more dish soap so that’s where you are now, looking for dish soap and Melvald’s. Why are there so many soaps? You never paid attention to what one you used it was just soap. You notice someone move at the conner of your eye, you paid no mind to it until you noticed who the someone was. The navy-blue jacket, the blue jeans, the green shirt, the hair. Yeah, it was him.

Oh god not here.

Focus on the soaps.

Glancing over at him he was looking at the band aids and ointments he looked dazed, squinting at labels trying to make it clear. Then a pair of hazel eyes fell on you, making you quickly look at the soaps. You swore your heart was going to explode it was pounding so fast, it felt like someone was squeezing your whole body you couldn’t breathe. Was this really happening? Why was he here? How could you not see his BMW in the parking lot? Anxiety riddled your body as you heard someone shuffle up to you. God don’t let it be you.

“Hey,”

Frozen in place, you moved your head slightly to look at him. You were taken back by the way he looked. The right side of his face was bloody and bruised with the wound already scabbing over, his right eye swollen, a small cut settled on his lip following one on the bridge of his nose., going slightly down to the right of his cheek. He looked awful. You tried not to stare at him too much, you didn’t want to be rude but it was impossible to look away. Who did this to the king of Hawkins high?

“Sorry to bother you. I just--I can't really read this. Is this the right ointment?”

Your eyes trailed down to the box he was holding making you huff out a laugh.

“Well, if you have hemorrhoids then yes, but otherwise no.”

“Uh, no. Not necessarily.” His face turned a light shade of red. “I need something for um,” he pointed to his face rising his eyebrows. “This.”

“I’ll help you. Hemorrhoid cream definitely isn't gonna help that.” you kicked yourself for that and made your way to where he was before. Steve stood watching you look through the hundreds of creams and ointments on the shelf. You eventually found one and replaced it the original ointment in Steve's hand for the new one.

“Zemo will help a lot it does wonders; it makes it less itchy and heals quicker. You'll thank me later.”

Steve looked at the medicine and looked back at you. There was no hatred in his eyes, no cruelness. Just hurt. He was hurt inside and out; he was guilty for what he’s done to you and so many others. He’s guilty for hurting the only girl he loves. He’s hurting.

“Thanks.” that’s all he could say to you in this moment. A simple thank you, not anything else.

“Have you cleaned them?”

“Uh no, just had an aspirin and a cold coke to put it on.” Steve shrugged.

You sighed.

“Okay, just get that, I'll finish what I need and meet me outside okay?”

The stinging sensation of the alcohol covered cotton pad on the open wound made Steve wince, making him pull his head away from you. You muttered a sorry and he just huffed and let you clean him up. Never in a million years you would be sitting here in the Milvad’s parking lot taking care of Steve Harrington. He watched you carefully as you take your time with him, carefully moving so he wouldn’t be in as much pain as he already was. It took someone to beat the absolute shit out of him for him to realize how much of a dick he was. How miserable he made people feel. How miserable he made you feel.

“Sorry, this happened to you, I can't imagine how much it hurts.”

Steve scoffed at your sincerity.

“I deserved it, you out of all people should be happy this happened to me.”

“A little part of me is,” you admitted. “Who did this to you?”

You put the cotton pad down and grabbed the Zemo putting a glob on your finger and gently rubbing it in over his wound. Steve hissed at the contact.

“Jonathan Byers.” Steve mumbled.

“Oh wow.” You were quite shocked that a quiet boy like him could rock Steve’s shit. Steve was fit, he had to be for basketball and baseball so you assume he could win a fight. You finished applying the Zemo and giving it to Steve.

“Make sure you put this on twice a day, and only once if you shower. It should help the itch and the scaring a bit. You'll be healed in no time.”

Steve held the Zemo in his hands and watched you clean everything up. You were really pretty up close. Yeah, he looked at you close up a lot of times but this time he noticed every detail of your face, every curve, every wrinkle, every texture, he was scared of looking away because he didn’t want to forget it. Steve thought back to the paper bag he taped to your locker, Tommy and Carol thought it would be a funny idea and so did he at the time. When he was in the principal's office with his dad with you and your parents, he glanced at you and his chest was tight. Your head was hanging low, tears falling down your cheeks and landing on your hands, silent sobs coming from you. Steve recoiled when heard let out sobs after him and his dad left the principal's office. Mr. Harrington made it clear if he pulled that shit again, he would be kicked off the basketball and baseball teams, he wouldn’t get into an ivy league school and end up as a drug dealer on the streets. Mrs. Harrington told him that’s no way to treat girls, there’s no reason to bully girls anyway. She was disappointed in her Stevie and Stevie was disappointed in himself. Of course, that didn’t stop him from being an asshole, if he didn’t get caught then he wouldn’t have to go through that whole fiasco again so he moved on from you and started being an arrogant prick either way to everyone around him. That ended up getting beat up, ditching his “friends” and getting taken care of by the girl he bullied.

“Thanks for doing this, you didn’t have to you know?”

“I know.” you responded.

“Why did you?”

You sighed and looked at him. He looked so vulnerable, his hazel eyes soft and looking at you. Steve looked like a lost puppy; in some cases, he was. Now he was. He had no friends anymore, he was hurt and lost, no guidance, nothing. You seemed like the only thing keeping him afloat at this moment.

“Unlike some people Steve, I care. No matter what you did to me, how you treated me, you deserve some type of -- I don’t know but I was always taught to help people that needed it. I know you know what's right. I know what you have to do, so do it. You're better than this Steve Harrington.”

You walked towards your car, quickly getting in throwing the stuff in the front and driving off before Steve could say anything to you. Deep down, you knew Steve was a good person he was just around bad people. As much as you hated it, you knew he had to apologize to Nancy, he had to make everything up to her and even Jonathan but it was selfish to think he’d do the same to you.

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osaevsky · 3 months

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CONGRATS ON 100 NIKO!!!!! maybe some nsfw + atsushi + prompt 18? <3 enjoy the rest of your break friend

niko's 100 followers event.

'cause when i'm around you, i tend not to changin' my mind ⚝ included: atsushi nakajima.⠀; ♡

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; word count: 1.1k + warnings: gn reader, nsfw, friends with benefits / unestablieshed relationship, kinda dom atsu, degradation (slut, whore, cockslut), petnames (lovely, baby, precious), spooning, finger sucking, slight choking, cumming inside, edging. lmk if i forgot anything.

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; author's note: thank you reid !! <3 i can't really say i didn't write this with my cunt so i pretty much got carried away in some parts oops. i hope you enjoy it anyway lol.

Being friends with benefits with Atsushi was not a premeditated thought, but rather something spontaneous that left his mouth mid-fuck. And as you thought he got too carried away with his feelings, he asked you once more during the aftermath of it all.

Agreeing was something just as spontaneous. Why would you say no to this, or Atsushi himself? There was not an actual reason to avoid it. He got you to show him the ropes after trial and error and you took care of your needs with someone as pretty as him, a fair exchange in the end.

Oh but how he loved to show you how much enthusiasm he had. How he wanted to learn your body, and how desired he felt when you reciprocated the same feelings as him, especially when he left his needy hands to take a grasp over your shirt, tracing over the expanse of your chest, or hooking one of his fingers into your belt and pulling you closer.

Atsushi was a charmer, even with his awkward manners and that occasional attitude he was able to put out when he wanted to take the reins.

He had you enamored by everything he did from just a few months of spending intimate moments together, but it was because of him, as you were very much aware that if it had been anyone else, it would not have been the same, not even close.

After spending another night at your apartment, waking up to him disheveled, his back facing you as the rest of him laid under the sheets of your bed. It wasn’t long before he was the one turning over, his eyes partially closed as his arm wrapped around your waist so casually, like he had memorized the movement by now -you were sure he did-, and pulling you closer to his chest.

Atsushi’s breathing was now right on your neck, soft and composed, as his nose nuzzled into your skin while he held you as if you were ready to break. A different touch to when he got to spend those mornings next to you, even if nothing had happened the night before, Atsushi was so careful with everything: where he put his hands, how hard he pulled you, how overall rough he was. It made your heart melt and he knew it.

As you tried to close your eyes once more, he began to peck down your nape, his hand moving upwards to pull your shirt just slightly and expose your shoulder. You could swear you heard him chuckle under his breath, already seeing how receptive your body was to his touches: goosebumps appearing over your skin with just a few kisses, and your head tilting to leave more space for him to bite afterwards.

‘’Feels that good already? They’re just a few kisses, I didn’t remember you being this sensitive’’ He asked, not stopping his little chatter before he finished off with a small love bite, close to one of your shoulder blades. A pained whine escaped your lips, catching him off guard for once, wondering what he did wrong.

‘’Why did you stop?’’ Oh, so that's what it was.

He didn’t do anything wrong, of course not; you were just needy for more, just like he had been for weeks to no end when this agreement started. He began to wonder if he could love you more than he already did when he saw you like this, asking for more in between whines and pushing your hips back to meet his.

‘’You’re gonna start acting like a greedy slut now? That’s what’s about, huh.’’ Although he degraded you, who was he to not comply, pushing his hips a bit more into yours, making you feel the outline of his dick under his pants. His cock was beginning to harden and throb against your body, looking for more friction, for it to be inside of you already.

The hand that played with your shirt earlier grabbed your chin for a split second, meeting your eye as he forced you to turn your head back at him. You could tell he was asking if he could move forward, and you nodded.

You could already tell how eager he was about it, too: how fast he pushed your pants down slightly and his, how his fingers brushed over the swell of your ass and got to grip your hips right after, steadying you while your leg moved upwards, waiting for him to slide in. Atsushi’s free hand traveled over your stomach, caressing your chest in the process as it reached your mouth, his thumb softly pressing on your bottom lip.

‘’Open up, lovely.’’ Atsushi did not waste any time in getting his finger right inside for you to suck on it as a way to shush your little cries when he decided to slide inside, pressing down on your tongue a little harder when he saw you already clamping down on his dick. ‘’Relax, baby, take it easy, you always do so well for me- yeah, just like that, so proud of you.’’

The throbbing of his cock as he settled inside of you was beginning to grow painful, but he was doing his best to remain patient for you, waiting for your body to adjust. He slowly removed his thumb away from your mouth, bringing his fingers down to your throat and wrapping them there.

‘’Please, please, move, need to feel you more, please, Atsu-’’ He tightened the grip around your throat as you spoke, slowly making your voice sound weaker, while his was surely trying to mock you.

‘’You sure act like a whore. All that blabber just from my dick? Tsk, I thought you knew better. Begging already like a desperate cockslut. You sure missed my touch that much, did you?’’

But Atsushi would indulge you, even if you thought he wouldn’t, making you think like you needed to beg some more.

There was not an actual need, as he began to thrust his hips into yours with sharp movements, not waiting anymore as he had enough himself. The squeezing around your throat went lighter as he lost his grip, slowly losing himself inside your walls as Atsushi felt his own climax approaching.

Just a tad quicker than yours would, as he was purposely looking for his own peak, selfishly fucking himself into you without regard, cumming deep, deep inside like he liked to.

At the sight of your confused -and pained- expression, various ‘’wait, wait, atsu- i didn’t- atsushi, please-’’ coming out slurred, wondering why he did not let you cum, watching how he pulled out, leaving your hole to spasm around nothing, his lips pecked your cheek from the side, slowly but carefully moving to settle between your thighs as he accommodated you on your back.

‘’Looks like you’re about to cry, precious. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I just wanna make sure you cum on my tongue instead, alright?’’

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 7 months

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Filmmakers are really sleeping on the potential of portraying Caesar and Cleopatra's affair as a black comedy:

14-year-old King Ptolemy accidentally makes 52-year-old Julius Caesar cry by handing him a severed head as a "Welcome to Egypt!" present

Caesar is now in the incredibly awkward position of trying to get a teenage king to kiss and make up with his sister/wife instead of warring against her

Oh yeah Caesar you just walked into a civil war and now you're surrounded by 500,000+ Egyptians who want you dead WHOOPS

Said sister/wife pops out of laundry bag and immediately wins Caesar's favor by being A) a responsible adult, b) literally Cleopatra, and C) the only person in this country that isn't trying to kill him or hand him severed heads

She's still trying to murder her brother-husband though let's not get too wild lol

Anyway Caesar and Cleopatra sleep together and her 14-year-old brother-husband finds out the next morning and hits the fucking roof

Congratulations Caesar you found the one way to make this situation so much worse

I don't want to know how many complexes that poor child must have

Ptolemy sics his army on the Romans but claims to know nothing about it. Caesar is not fooled but humors him because 1) the kid is 14 and 2) Caesar is still trying to get Ptolemy and Cleopatra to be a normal non-murdery couple. Even though he's still sleeping with Cleo. Yeah.

Cleo and Ptolemy react about as well as you would if you were told to marry your sibling

Ptolemy sends his army after Caesar and now the 4,000 Romans have to hold out against the entire Egyptian army and 500,000+ furious Alexandrians

Did I mention Caesar is also asking Cleo's family for money

Yeah he needs it to pay for the other civil war he's procrastinating on

His enemies still have an army. Caesar's just ignoring them.

Caesar is still trying not to strangle a small child, and won't let Ptolemy or Cleo kill each other in front of him, so the three of them just. Live together for a while. Along with Cleo's 15-year-old sister Arsinoe, who is also trying to kill Caesar and Cleopatra, and her other brother Ptolemy, who's 11 and just trying not to die.

Dinner that night is so horribly awkward that Arsinoe and her tutor yeet outta there and take over the Egyptian army

Caesar now has to Go To Work™️(War) every day and try not to get killed by a teenage girl and a schoolteacher

Said teenage girl is shockingly good at fighting and in one battle Caesar gets beat so bad he has to jump off a boat and swim to shore and loses his Favorite Red Cape

Caesar comes home that night looking like a wet rat and has to explain why the Library of Alexandria is on fire and stop Cleopatra and Ptolemy from trying to shank each other again

Forget the movie. I want a whole sitcom dedicated to the sheer absurdity of this situation.

Various bullcrap ensues, Caesar gets rescued by the son of Mithridates (THAT Mithridates) of all people, Cleo's brother-husband turns up dead and Arsinoe is captured, and Caesar takes a much-needed vacation with Cleo. For several months. Then strolls back into Italy to discover Rome is on fire, people thought he was dead, and oh yeah there's still a ROMAN CIVIL WAR going on

Oops

#this is why i love history #absolute Most Caesar Moment of all time #cleopatra is the only person who comes out of this looking even slightly good #don't worry she still kills arsinoe and ptolemy number two later tho <3 #cleopatra #julius caesar #ancient rome #roman history #siege of alexandria #just roman memes #jlrrt speaks #jlrrt essays

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gyuvxx · 22 days

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Love ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Sungchan x reader

WC: abt 500

Fluff, love confession, cuteness, yn and sungchan are kinda stupid lol

This had to be some sort of dream.

Or a really cruel joke.

Because here he stood, the doorway to her apartment, looking so handsome and he brought flowers???????

Yn thought she had to be dreaming. Sungchan was right in front of her, a stupid grin on his face, holding out flowers, offering for her to take them. She was confused, blush spread across her face at the sight. The boy she’d liked for months now was right in front of her, and she stupidly had no idea why.

“What’s all this?” she asked, clearing her throat, hoping he couldn’t hear how her heart was pounding against her chest.

Sungchan deadpanned for a moment. “Are you serious?” he asked with a sigh.

“What?” YN frowned, confused at his sudden shift in attitude.

“I’m here to ask you out, you idiot!” He sighed, pushing the bouquet of flowers into her hands. “I’ve been trying for like a month now!”

“Oh,” Her eyes widened, cheeks turning pink at the sudden confession. “I thought you were just being nice,” she muttered, embarrassed.

Truth be told, she did really just think he was being friendly. Everyone knew how sungchan was, he was just a natural flirt sometimes. Her friends advised her to not read into it too much, so she never was able to believe that Sungchan actually liked her.

The two of them had been friends for a while, and when YN’s feelings began to develop, she never entertained the idea of sungchan liking her back. But here he was, standing in her doorway, handing her flowers.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked softly, and sungchan nodded, taking a step further in. She went to put the flowers in a vase, while sungchan just stood awkwardly. “How long did you… you know,”

“Like since a month after we met?” Sungchan shrugged.

“You’re really slow,” YN laughed, walking over to him with a teasing grin.

“Okay, you wanna talk about being slow? How about not realizing I was flirting until I asked you out?” sungchan placed a hand on her waist.

“Woah there,” YN shook her head and sungchan raised his eyebrows. “I don’t remember being asked out. You just barged in here saying you were going to,”

He let out a laugh at her words. His lips pressed against her forehead, something that he did quite often, before asking, “Will you go out with me?”

YN grinned, wrapping her arms around him. “Yes,”

Sorry it’s a little late OOPS I had school 😛 anyways hope u likeeee

taglist: @oftenjisung , @vhuteryh , @skzhoe4life , @cheederzchez , @so-lychee , @leehanascent

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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pls give me Eddie with a whip and a fuck machine :)

sure thing anon!!

warnings: smut (18+ of course), oral m receiving, hard kink/bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, "master" title, some degradation but a lot more praise kink, hair pulling, come eating, spit kink, impact play and use of a fucking machine (obviously? read the ask lol), a bit of aftercare but not a ton cause she falls asleep lmaooo

see those warnings up there? read them, it's why they're there :)

He tilted his head slightly at you, raising an eyebrow. "You're sure you can handle this?"

You glanced at it again: it wasn't what you thought it would look like. Well, not like you'd spent hours in your room at night pondering the inner workings of a-- for lack of a better term-- fuck machine. But you had thought about it before. A lot, actually, ever since your friend pranked you by replacing one of your favorite movies with a hardcore BDSM tape.

Well, joke's on her. It awakened some things in you. Oops.

That was before you started dating Eddie, but when you first met him, he still thought you were the innocent girl you did your best to appear to be. Eventually, you let him on to how wrong he was; but you tried to start small, little things. Spanking, light choking, you know... easy stuff. For you, at least. You had been afraid that if you told him all of your kinks at once, he would call you everything that you were afraid you'd become-- wrong, filthy, freak-- and not in a sexy degradation kink sort of way.

Over time, you got more comfortable with him, and not just by accident. He'd been supportive and understanding as you started to open up about your kinks and ideas, and perhaps most importantly, he'd been incredibly prepared. Apparently, he wasn't as new to all of this as you were. But, his experience certain had limits, and this was one of them.

He told you not to ask how he got it, so you didn't, but you were curious. There aren't... stores, that sell machines with dildos on the end for this purpose, right? Certainly not in Hawkins... probably still not in Indianapolis. It looked a lot more professional than you would expect if he somehow put it together, but then again, you didn't really know his mechanical abilities. He fixed your car for you once, is fixing a car similar to building a fuck machine?

And then there was the whip. That was actually his idea. He'd spanked you plenty with his hand and a paddle, but the whip was a step up. It wasn't, like, real, it was made for this... it had several leather strips on it, all black of course, and he said that it would sting a lot but not leave too many marks. You didn't mind the marks, but you figured he'd give you plenty of his own tomorrow night.

"Yeah," you finally answered, "I can handle it."

"If you can't, you know the safeword," he reminded you.

"Paladin," you smiled, because of course his safeword was a D&D reference.

"You're gonna need another way to signal me when your mouth is full," he decided, and you were already warm between your legs because oh, my mouth's gonna be full?

"Okay," you nodded.

"Just pinch me on the thigh," he decided, "really hard-- don't be afraid to hurt me or anything. M'pretty tough."

He had you strip down to nothing and kneel on the bed, hands and knees with your legs spread, and you felt quite vulnerable-- in a good way-- with him getting everything set up behind you. You giggled a little when he grabbed your hips and moved you to where he wanted you; he could've just told you to move, of course, but he probably figured out you'd like the manhandling more.

The only thing you liked more than being told what to do was being made to do things. Forced, even; though with Eddie, you were damn near always willing.

"Lean back a bit," he mumbled as he pulled your hips closer to the machine, and you jumped slightly when you felt the tip of the dildo press against you. You were so used to Eddie, and this was nothing like that. It wasn't warm like him-- not cold, thank god, but not hot-- nor as thick, and the foreign-ness was somehow titillating... you knew this machine wouldn't have any mercy on you, because it couldn't. Sure, Eddie didn't always slow down when you asked him to because without the safeword it was just a suggestion, but this was different. Eddie was responsive and, for as dominant as he was, quite gentle in many ways.

This was going to be a much more unforgiving experience, if all went right.

He didn't warn you that he was about to flip it on... he just did, and you nearly jumped before you forced yourself to stay still so the machine could do its job and, well, fuck you. It was slow at first, though still more sudden than you expected, and you shuddered as the dildo pressed into you and then pulled back slowly; the rhythm was steady and easy, and you started breathing deeply as you adjusted to it.

"Does it go any faster?" you asked, and your cheeks warmed as you heard Eddie laugh.

"Yes," he promised, "you're gonna see how fast it goes by the end of the night, I assure you. Just be good and patient for me now, baby."

"Yes, master," you breathed, and you heard his little satisfied hum. That title had been your idea first, a reference to his Dungeon Master status, and for how hesitant he'd been at first, he really got into it when you used it in context for the first time.

You didn't notice that you were starting to lean forward until his hand landed on your shoulder, rings cool on your skin as he held you still. "Gotta let it do its job, sweetheart."

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious-- just because you knew that normally, when you were getting fucked like this, he couldn't see your face or get a very good look at you. But now, he was free to circle the bed slowly with a slight smile, admiring how you looked being fucked this way. You met his gaze for a split second before glancing down, and he laughed again.

"Not gonna be shy now, are you, baby? You asked for this," he reminded you. "How does it feel?"

"Feels good, master," you sighed. "Not as good as you..."

He smiled at you gently, standing before you as he lifted your chin with two fingers. Your eyes lingered on the whip in his other hand. "I know, baby," he cooed, "you're so sweet. It's not going to be as good as being fucked by your master... but that's not the point."

You blinked at him, waiting for an explanation, but instead he walked back to stand by your side; you shivered as he lightly dragged the whip up your back, tickling you with the leather. "F-fuck, that feels nice..." you whispered.

"Yeah? How does this feel?"

He struck you hard on the rear with the whip, and you cried out. It was a sharp pain that faded quickly but still left a lingering sting for a moment, an ache already blooming across your skin. "Fuck, master, it feels good!"

"You like that?" he taunted, not even waiting for you to nod before he hit you two more times. "You're so dirty, sweetheart. I can see how wet you're getting from this, you're soaking that dildo, aren't you?"

You nodded as you whimpered. "Y-yes, master."

You didn't see him reach for the machine, but you felt it speed up and heard the slight whirring raise in pitch and volume. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you, and the dildo seemed to be going a little deeper now. Just when you were starting to attempt to adjust to the new pace, Eddie struck you with the whip again-- and as he continued, the hits started to move higher up your back. He even hit you once on your arm, which shocked you enough that you lost your balance and dropped your face down into the mattress.

He growled as he pulled you back up by your hair, making you yelp and scramble to try to support your own weight. Of course, that stopped when he kneeled right in front of your face-- instantly, your hands reached for his thighs instead, sliding up to start trying to open his belt quickly.

"So fucking needy," he smiled, though he suddenly got very serious again. "Dirty slut."

Biting your lip to suppress your whine, you kept working on his button and fly until you were able to start weakly tugging his jeans and boxers down. "Can I suck your cock, master, please?" you begged.

"Of course," he cooed, as if he'd never denied you before, but he certainly had. He thought it was amusing to watch you beg for something you couldn't even derive inherent pleasure from... and really, you didn't mind begging. Especially not when the reward was that beautiful cock on your tongue and down your throat.

He was already hard when you gripped his shaft, and you pulled it down a bit to bring the tip right up to your open mouth. You licked up the bead of precum first, hearing him sigh as he loosened his grip on your hair (now that you were balanced on his thighs) and gently rested that hand on the back of your head instead.

"Look up at me, baby, you know the rules," he reminded you, and you quickly blinked up towards him to see his tilted, smiling face. "Good girl."

He pushed your head down, sliding himself further until his tip poked at your throat. You swallowed through the beginning of your gag response, eyes watering as you dutifully took him as deep as you could go. This was much more difficult when you were being distracted by the dildo driving into you; your thighs were clenching and your whole body was starting to shake a bit, plus there were these involuntarily moans coming out... you usually moaned a bit while sucking him off, after all you really enjoyed it, but this was different. Not to mention each thrust kept knocking you forward, keeping you from setting your own rhythm and pushing his cock deeper.

"I always wanted to know how you would suck cock while getting fucked," he admitted, "but I just couldn't let anybody else touch you, sweetheart, my poor heart couldn't take it."

Your own heart twisted to imagine him being just that right amount of possessive. As much fun as it was to imagine, hypothetically, being taken by two men at once, you agreed; you could never let another man have you the way your master does.

"Now, I get to see my baby getting fucked hard like this without having to share," he smiled. "I can tell you like it, sweetheart. Now, be careful-- I'm gonna whip you some more, but I don't wanna feel any teeth on my dick, alright? Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby."

He struck you on the shoulder-- a convenient location for him, and not too sensitive for you-- and you whined around him but managed to keep your mouth open like he said.

"Fuck, so good for me," he grunted, hitting you again on your upper back. You shut your eyes for a second, but kept bobbing your head as you started to taste more of that faint saltiness of his precum at the back of your throat.

The next impact, right on your side, was enough to make you shudder and nearly lose your balance again. You didn't realize how sensitive you were there, nor how much you would enjoy it, but your eyes rolled back in your head and he must've seen it because he laughed quietly.

"I bet you're giving that machine a nice tight squeeze, aren't you, sweetheart?" he purred. "I know how your pussy likes to give me little hugs when I hit you... 'cause you like it so much, huh?"

He pulled out of your mouth suddenly, freeing you to nod and pant with your open mouth. "Y-yes, master, I love it."

"I know," he cooed, bending down to kiss your forehead. You whined when he stood up and walked away, but that was the least of your concerns when he leaned past you and turned the machine up one more time. You immediately assumed this was the highest setting, considering how brutal it was; you were wrong, and proven so immediately when he turned it up again.

"Fuck!" you screamed, face dropping down into the mattress. "M-master... oh!"

You couldn't say much more than that, toes curling as the machine ruthlessly drove into you. Your limp body so much wanted to fall forward onto the bed, but he grabbed your hips and forced them to stay still, taking the dildo to the hilt with every rapid thrust.

"Hurts!" you managed to choke out into the sheets. "Fuck, hurts, master..."

"Yeah, I bet it does," he sneered, "gonna hurt more when I start whipping you, too."

You sobbed, but nodded-- amazingly, you still wanted it. The first strike nearly made your whole body give out, legs fighting weakly to push you forward so you'd pull off of the dildo. But he still kept you there, hitting you on the ass two more times as you weakly cried through his title a few more times.

"I want you to come so hard for me," he ordered, "can you do that? Can you come even though it's just a fake dick?"

You nodded into the sheets again, gripping them tighter as the whip hit your sore ass, your thighs, your side again. He only stopped when he decided he needed to be in your mouth again. With both of you so close to the brink, Eddie was just as ruthless with your throat as the machine was with your pussy so, needless to say, it didn't take you long to reach your peak.

Your orgasm was just as sudden and fleeting as the pain from the whip; it hit you all at once and then petered out as you choked on your moan-- and his dick. "Good fucking girl, fuck," he groaned, grabbing your hair and forcing himself so deep that your nose was buried in his happy trail.

You wanted to scream; the machine was still fucking you mercilessly even though you'd already come, and it was sending you over the edge into oblivion. Of course, you couldn't scream. Your mouth was full.

"Feels so good, sweetheart-- I know you're used to telling me when you're coming, is that what you're trying to do now? I can-- ah, fuck-- I can feel your throat moving on me..."

He pulled out of your mouth quickly, and you fell forward onto the bed as you finally got off of the dildo and gave your aching body a break. You were still shaking a bit as he rolled you onto your back.

"Open your mouth, baby," he whispered, and though your eyes were so heavy that you couldn't even open them, you (of course) obeyed. You didn't need to know what he was going to do to your open mouth, you just knew that it was what your master wanted.

As your mouth fell slack, he spit into it, and you swallowed quickly. "Thank you, master," you hummed.

"Keep it open, m'not done yet," he groaned, and when you opened it again, you felt him gently tilt your face towards him. He moved his hips and dropped them over your face, mumbling his instruction: "suck on my balls, sweetheart."

You wrapped your lips around the flesh and gently suckled, having to open your mouth wide to fit just one; once Eddie had figured out you had a slight fetish for those heavy, hairy balls in your mouth, he never missed an opportunity to make you lick and taste them. It was just the right amount of degrading and dirty for you, plus you loved those low groans he made when you laved them with your tongue or delicately licked that seam between the two of them.

He was jerking off just above where your mouth explored the loose skin, stammering out little praises as he neared his own impending orgasm. You were almost disappointed when he lifted his hips away and left your mouth empty, until a moment later when you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, though not pushing in any further (as the angle would make that quite tricky anyways). "Hhng, fuck, such a pretty mouth my baby's got," he grunted.

You realized that he was jerking off straight into your mouth, and something about it was just so sexy; you writhed your hips slightly, sticking your tongue out to flick over his head. That earned you a light slap to the cheek, and you smiled dreamily. "Sorry, master..." you mumbled instinctively.

"Not a punishment, baby," he grunted, "fuck, you're so cute-- gonna fill your mouth, don't swallow it all right away."

You kept your mouth open wide, the yes, master implied as he jerked off faster above your face. He panted louder and louder, and finally you felt come shoot onto the inside of your cheek and run down to the back of your throat. You pushed your tongue back to keep from choking on it, finding the energy to blink your eyes open so you could see the look on his face as he came into your waiting mouth.

"Hi," he smiled at you, come still pouring onto your tongue, and you smiled back as best you could without shutting your mouth at all. He squeezed his cock with a sigh, pushing the last few drops out for you, and you wanted to moan but you were too afraid it would make the come slip down your throat and you figured he didn't want his own come coughed all over him.

He relaxed and pulled his cock away from your face, one ringed hand gently holding your jaw so he could slightly tilt your head one way and then the other-- so he could admire your come-filled mouth more appropriately.

"You can swallow it all now, baby," he offered, and you eagerly opened your throat for the warm substance.

"There you go," he grinned, "tastes good?"

"Yes, master," you nodded once you'd gotten it down.

He gave you a shockingly chaste kiss to the lips, slow and soft, and then took a quick moment to shut the machine off-- still uselessly fucking into the air, poor thing-- before he laid down next to you. "So," he breathed as he pulled you close to him, "was that sort of what you were hoping for?"

"So much better," you mumbled sleepily, nestling your face into his shoulder, breathing in his comforting smell-- cigarettes, cheap cologne, and fresh-cut grass.

"That's what I like to hear," he smiled as he pressed a kiss on your temple. "Are you gonna fall asleep, sweetheart?"

But you were already out like a light, and he laughed silently to himself as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"A little rest, then we're getting you cleaned up," he whispered.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie munson x reader

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shuchu · 7 months

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im not even a kyo stan but like 😳 imagining the trope where childhood friends get seperated for a while and when they reuinte again, person a is shocked at how much person b has changed and now person a is confused and flustered around person b 🥺

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ different but familiar ₊˚ෆ

character(s): kyo kaneko

note: gn!reader ; fluff ; not proof read!

a/n: oh gosh i haven't written a proper fic in ages... i apologise if this is sloppy ;w; but hey, my first kyo fic o_o despite being a kyomie for a while now lol oops. i actually really enjoyed writing this, it made me feel all soft and warm on the inside hehe. this kinda ended on a cliffhanger, let me know if you guys want a part two!! thank you anon for the idea!! enjoy lovelies ♡

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you were on your way to the coffee shop nearby to get your coffee before heading to work. you take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as you walk through a carpet of leaves, hearing them crunch beneath your feet. you swing open the door and hear the little jingle of the bell before the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the fragrant scent of coffee wafts towards your nose. a faint smile graces your features as you walk towards the counter to order.

"hi what can i get for you today?" the cheerful cashier asks.

"i'll have an oat milk cappuccino with 2 shots of espresso as well as a croissant please." you respond, giving the cashier a friendly smile.

"will that be all?"

"yep! thank you!"

just as you were about to pull out your card to pay, you see someone reach forward to tap their card on the machine. you turn to your left to see who it was. a guy with light blue hair smiles at you and says, "my treat."

as you walked over to the collection counter with him, you were trying to figure out why this guy looked so familiar. did you know him?

and then it hit you...your eyes widened as you looked at him

"kyo?"

he turned towards you with a soft chuckle, "took you long enough."

"oh my gosh...i haven't seen you in..." your voice falters as you try to recall the number of years

"thirteen years." he says as he looks at you with a small smile

"oh wow...it's been that long huh? how've you been? i hope mr. and mrs. kaneko have been well."

"oh yeah i've been busy, got a job that literally takes up all of my time. my parents are doing good though, thank you for asking about them."

"so...what brings you back to our quaint little town?"

"well...my mom and dad wanted to meet some old friends and catch up with them. i've been working tirelessly for months without a break so i decided..."

kyo's voice drifts off, melting together with the background ambiance of the coffee shop as you stare shamelessly at him, noticing the changes in his appearance since you last saw him.

oh wow, when did he get his ear pierced? his face changed a lot...it's a lot more defined now. also, he shot up so much what the heck?! i was taller than him when we were kids...that's so unfair, why do guys get so much taller after puberty...wait, was he always this handsome...?

"hey...hey y/n...are you done checking me out?" kyo's voice gets clearer again as you snap out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up after getting caught staring at him and because of the close proximity between the both of you. he leaned in to get your attention and now both of your faces were just a few inches apart.

you avert your gaze to compose yourself and mumble, "i wasn't checking you out..."

he leans back and chuckles, "uh huh...so tell me what i said then." he teases, a smirk evident on his face.

you stay silent because obviously you didn't hear what he said, he chuckles and flicks your forehead gently, "you haven't changed a bit, always spacing out."

you move your hand to rub the spot he flicked with a pout, "quit it, you're still as annoying as you were back then." you giggle after and he laughs too. it felt nice to joke around with him again. your heart swells with happiness, you've missed him — more than you thought you did.

the barista calls out your name and you go to grab your order.

"i'm assuming you're headed off to work now, where do you work by the way?"

"oh it's just 3 blocks down, that massive office building?"

"oh yeah, i know which one you're talking about. what time do you get off work?"

"6pm."

"oh perfect, i'll see you then. we need to have a proper catchup. dinner's on me too." he says with a boyish grin.

"no that's okay, i can-"

"nuh uh uh, no can do. um...i'm sure you have to start walking, it's almost 9am. you don't wanna be late to work do you?" he says as he places his hands on your shoulders and swivels you around to face the direction of your office.

you click your tongue and start walking, turning your head back to respond to him, "we'll see mr kaneko. i'll have my card ready this time."

"byeee! good luck at work! i'll see you at 6!" he calls out as he waves at you

you wave too and turn back around with a sappy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed. well that's something to motivate me to get through work today

#kyo kaneko #kyo kaneko x reader #kyo kaneko fluff #iluna #iluna x reader #iluna fluff #hana replies ♡#anon ♡#nijisanji en

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noajakah236482 · 23 days

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The Blue Umbrella

Her POV [Pt.2]

Warnings\ Not proofread, fem!reader, okay so maybe not that slow paced but theres a huge time skip from previous part to this part… maybe two years? She’s like college first year in this oh and I don’t know how colleges work I did a lot of research (watching dramas lol) so I hope this is a good part

♡pt1>>

The last few years of my life were quite uneventful. Just me studying to get into my dream university! Today is my first day and I’m so excited! Mel is helping me move into my dorm, my parents were… too busy to care.

“That’s all Mel! O-oh don’t drop it, NO!” My things scattered on the floor as she accidentally dropped the box. “Ooops” she muttered. I put the box I was carrying down on my bunk before rushing to help her gather my clothes from the floor.

“Oh?”

“What?” I turned to her. Then, I saw what was in her hand. Oops. “Hey! Give that here!!”

“No. Why do you still have this?” She asked pointing to my blue umbrella.

“Because I haven’t met the owner again after that day! Now give that here!”

“You could’ve left this at home”

“Well, I didn’t?”

“AAAAA MY SISTER STILL LIKES HIM!!”

“STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS.” I could feel my face starting to get warm, noo!! I snatched the umbrella from her hand before setting it aside on my table and glaring at her. She just grinned at me. Before I could say something, I heard some voices from outside coming this way. What if it were my roommates? The other three bunks were already decorated and set up.

As the voices grew closer, I couldn’t help but feel nervous, I looked over at Mel who gave me an assuring smile and thumbs up. “Sounds like your roommates are here sis!”

Sure enough, a second later, three girls walked in animatedly chatting with one another. They stopped in their tracks when they saw me. I gulped. Why are they staring?

“Oh hi! You must be our fourth roommate, nice to meet you. You’re so pretty. What’s your name? I’m Harper, this is Olivia my twin sister.” She pointed to the other brunette. “And that’s Cherry.” She said pointing to the third girl. She had blonde hair with blue streaks.

“My real name is Charlotte,” she laughed “but she’s been calling me that since the day we met.” Charlotte piped in.

“Uh my sister is a bit too extroverted so just tell us if you feel too awkward by that lol” Olivia said.

“Well, I’ll get going now, bye y/n, bye girls have fun” Mel said as she quickly walked away and left me alone. All alone. With no advice on how to talk. And make friends. Yay.

“H-hi. I’m y/n. That was my older sister Mel, she was helping me move in…”

“Hi y/n! That’s such a pretty name. Pretty name for a pretty girl! Do you mind if I call you n/n?” (nickname)

“Lol that’s creative, Harper. Wait… you’re Harper right?” I asked. This is so embarrassing…how did I already forget their names.’ I groaned internally. “She’s Harper, I’m Olivia. Olivia is the calmer one, Harper is the hyperactive one. Exactly like Leo, he’s a bit more eccentric though.” Olivia told

“Who’s Leo?” I asked

“Our brother, you’ll know soon enough. He’s too annoying. “ Harper told.

The initial awkwardness started to fade away after we started talking more. It was almost nightfall and the girls had helped me put the rest of my stuff scattered around. Thankfully it wasn’t too much to be a burden.

Suddenly, Cherry’s eyes fell on the blue umbrella sitting on my table, her curiosity piqued. “Ooo, pretty umbrella! Where’d you get it?”

“Uhm long story”

“Hey! Is that…?” Livi(Olivia) looked at Harper with a confused expression.

“Is that what?” I asked.

“Nothing… our brother had a similar umbrella like that lol. So where’d you get it?” Harper asked

“It’s…quite a long story.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh don’t worry, we love a good story!” Livi chirped.

“Maybe some other day, kinda sleepy right now” I yawned.

“Awww” Harper got disappointed.

“Sorr-“

“It’s okay n/n. Harper she got here today. It must’ve been a hectic day for her, her parents also couldn’t come.” Livi scolded her. Lol

“Oh yeah… why didn’t they?” Cherry asked.

“Later. Good night girls.”

“Night n/n”

I crawled into my bunk and turned of the lamp. Livi was still reading her book but the other two went to sleep too. I couldn’t help but think of the twins’ reaction to my umbrella. There’s no way that… Like that’s absolutely impossible… I mean it isn’t but, this is such a coincidence if it is true! Is the umbrella really their brother’s? And… my parents… Should I tell them? Or will they think I come from a too messed up family, and judge me, and not want to be friends anymore? No, I don’t wanna mess this up… A single tear made it’s way down my face. Followed by a few more… I didn’t bother to wipe them.

My eyes started to close on their own. With a weary sigh, I closed my eyes. Everything will be alright. At least I hope so…

That was my last thought before I felt the gentle tug of sleep. I curled up into a ball and surrendered myself to the comforting embrace of slumber. I can worry about this later. Today was exhausting. I let go of all my anxiety and allowed myself to drift into dreamland.

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A/n>>> I feel like this part was kind of short and boring so here’s a little bonus part, livi’s pov after y/n falls asleep. I hope you liked this part though. Sorry for the long wait<3

The Blue Umbrella

Olivia POV [Pt.1]

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I sat on my desk, engrossed in the new book I was reading. Today was a day of laughter and chatter as we got to know about y/n. She completed our friend group, our little family. With a contended sigh, I closed my book and got ready to go to sleep. But the sight I saw when I woke up shattered me.

I had noticed the bit of sadness that lingered behind her bright smile, especially after her parents had been mentioned. Maybe she missed them, or maybe there was more to it? She didn’t really seem eager about bringing them up.

But even after that, seeing her tear-stained face, made my heart clench. Does she cry to sleep every night? I truly hope not.

A surge of concern washed over me, mingling with a fierce determination to uncover the source of y/n’s pain. She may have only just arrived but she was already part of our little family, I couldn’t bear to see her suffer alone, in silence. With a silent vow, I resolved to reach out to y/n. I want her to know that she doesn’t need to face the darkness of the world all alone. I want her to know that we’re here for her, always will be. We’re here to support her and comfort her when she feels gloomy, when her skies are grey and cloudy. We’re here for her. No matter what.

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auspicious-manner · 11 months

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heyy!! a request for graham dunne where you’re in a secret relationship and you tell everyone that you’re together by kissing on stage 😈😈😈 please and thanks no pressure 😽😽

THE WAY I YELPED WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX IM SO EXCITED AHH looks like my tags found the right audience! i have a few more djats prompts other people sent in thank you all sm 🤭

also this ended up WAY longer than i wanted it to be oops, hope y’all like slightly longer stories

also i glossed over a lot of big events within the show because i just wanted to get to the point lol.

fem reader x graham dunne

warnings: some substance abuse

Crazy For You

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before there was daisy jones and the six, there was just the six. before daisy jones was the leading lady of the band, it was you.

way back in the pittsburgh days, you never knew what was going to come your way when you moved into the empty house right next to the dunne brothers. you knew they caused a racket every time they decided to host a band rehearsal, and it took every ounce of patience left in you to not storm over there and demand them to clean up their sound.

then on one fateful day, your world changed forever. as you were taking the garbage out, you sang at last by etta james to yourself, not thinking anything of it. you got lost in your own voice.

then, your trance was broken when you heard a scuffle of feet coming from your left. your head whipped to the side, and you saw one of the dunne brothers in his driveway listening to you with a smile.

“oh god, that’s embarrassing,” you said, turning your head the opposite direction.

you heard a laugh come from him, but you kept your eyes away from him in embarrassment.

“you have a lovely voice,” he said. you braved looking at him once more, and he was smiling at you. the boy looked to be about your age.

“thanks, but it’s really nothing. i’m not trained or anything,” you replied sheepishly.

“i’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, walking over to him with your hand extended.

he met you in the middle, reaching out and taking your hand. “i’m graham. graham dunne.”

you blushed a bit when he held onto your hand for longer. “nice to meet you graham dunne.”

he nodded, and your hands released. there was a pause in the conversation before graham began again. “do you like rock and roll?”

you smiled. “yeah, i do. i play some guitar. why do you ask?”

graham was now gently blushing. “i-i’m in a rock band, and i play guitar too. maybe sometime you can stop by and watch us rehearse.”

you bit your lip slightly. “i know you’re in a band.”

he looked taken aback, and you realized how insane that sounded. you quickly backtracked, looking down. “i didn’t mean it like that. i just knew you were in a band because i’ve heard you before. like, rehearsing from my house.”

he smiled understandingly. “did you like our sound?” graham asked. he was wringing his hands nervously.

you decided to mess with him. “yeah, you sounded okay,” you said jokingly.

graham rolled his eyes. “maybe if you stop by someday i’ll play better just for you.”

the blush in your cheeks creeped back into place. “will do.”

graham gave you his phone number, and only a day later, invited you to a rehearsal at their bandmate’s house.

after your interaction with graham the previous day, your mind was flooded with little thoughts of him. the way his hand lingered on yours. the way he blushed when you talked. the way he smiled lightly when you blushed. something about graham dunne made your heart race, and you barely even knew the guy.

you felt the need to dress nicely for this. you wanted graham to be impressed. you put on a pair of jean shorts paired with a halter top and a jacket.

you met at a boy named chuck’s house. the band was already setting up in his garage, and graham smiled when you arrived.

“hey, you made it!” he said excitedly, running over to greet you.

you grinned. “i’m glad to be here. where should i sit?”

“let me introduce you to the band first.” graham gently placed his hand on your lower back, walking with you further into the garage. you hoped he didn’t feel the shiver going up your spine under his touch.

“guys, this is Y/N. she’s billy and i’s new neighbor. Y/N, this is warren, chuck, eddie, and my brother billy,” he said, pointing to each of the members. you took note of how warren, chuck, and eddie seemed to be yours and graham’s age, around sixteen. billy, however, was older. without even knowing the band, it was clear he was the one in charge. he seemed to be the most experienced.

the band smiled at you. billy stepped forward slightly. “it’s good to meet you. i hope you like what we play.”

graham placed you slightly off to the side of the band, and you sat down on a box in the garage. the band finished setting up their equipment, and discussed billy’s new song he had just written for the band to play.

as the group figured out their chords, your eyes were locked on graham. you watched the way he effortlessly played his guitar, and how clean and crisp his notes were. to you, nothing was more attractive than a man who could play guitar.

after running through the song multiple times, the band knew something wasn’t working. “maybe it’s just the song. i think we should just-” eddie had started before being interrupted by billy.

“there’s nothing wrong with the damn song. i know what i’m doing. graham, try speeding up the chorus a bit, and warren, lengthen your fills just a bit more, see what that does. let’s run it again.”

everyone seemed to roll their eyes at billy’s orders before warren counted them in to begin again. once again, it was a failure; it just didn’t sound right. it was missing something.

“eddie, man, what are you doing back there? you’re changing chords and everything,” billy said, frustrated.”

“i’m doing nothing wrong! this is your song, you should know how to fix it!” eddie exclaimed back. the entire band was now arguing, and before you could even think about it, you were standing up and speaking.

“it needs a harmony.”

the commotion stopped, and all eyes were on you. your face grew hot due to the intense gazes falling onto you. you gulped nervously.

“what?” billy asked.

“it needs a high harmony in the chorus. to, you know, go with billy’s voice,” you said timidly.

billy scoffed. “what would you know?”

graham stepped up to billy. “Y/N’s got a great voice, i’ve heard it. she could do the harmonies.”

billy raised an eyebrow at you. you looked between all the band members before speaking again. “i don’t want to intrude-”

warren spoke up. “i think it’s worth a shot. we’re desperate for something to work at this point.” he pointed at you with his drum stick. “you know the song?”

you nodded. graham set up another microphone stand next to billy’s, and you stood behind the mic. you suddenly regretted speaking up at all on matters that didn’t ever pertain to you.

warren counted it in again. billy got through the first verse, and you focused on your breathing. don’t mess up in front of graham.

he got to the chorus, and you added a layer of your light voice on top of billy’s. you saw out of the corner of your eye billy turning to you, a look of amazement in his eyes. it was working. it sounded phenomenal. although you couldn’t see it, graham was watching in awe. he got chills watching you from behind. before you even knew it, the song ended, and the band erupted into wide grins and loud cheers.

and just like that, you were in the band.

billy didn’t like sharing the spotlight, and quite frankly, you weren’t a fan of it either. however, billy put up with it because he found your harmonies necessary to certain songs and you were close friends with his brother. you stuck to mainly harmonies and, when chuck left and eddie took over bass, you took control of rhythm guitar.

throughout the band’s beginnings in pittsburgh, graham quickly became your best friend. you spent most of your time with him, and he spent most of his time with you. despite being friends, he still gave you butterflies any time he glanced at you. you always wanted to impress him. however, there was a very real possibility that he didn’t get those same butterflies.

the band found more and more gigs in the area, and billy’s girlfriend camila was now traveling with the pack. you two quickly got to know each other and became fast friends.

things began moving in a blur when warren bought a van and the band decided to move out to california. for you, deciding to move was an easy choice; the only part of pittsburgh that brought you any sort of joy was this band. you wouldn’t be caught dead staying in that city without them. and, as the cherry on top of the cake, camila was coming too.

the van arrived in front of your house and billy and graham’s. rain was endlessly pouring, and you only noticed this after you had dragged all of your belongings out the door onto your front porch. your one and only jacket was tucked away into one of your suitcases.

graham looked back at you from the van, his curly hair flattened under the rain. he saw you eyeing the downpour, and ran up to your door.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

he took his jacket and held it above your head for you to take. as soon as you did, he took your suitcases and began walking to the van. you smiled wide at his manners.

you stayed dry under graham’s jacket, and you were encompassed by it’s smell. it smelled like him.

you watched as graham tied your bags to the top of the van. “do you need help?” you asked.

“nope. go get dry in the van.”

“are you sure?” you asked.

he laughed. “Y/N, yes, i’m positive.”

unbeknownst to you, graham would do anything to keep his girl safe and dry, even from just a bit of rain.

graham wasn’t great with expressing his true feelings. it was easier to tuck it away and forget about it rather than exploring it. that’s how he felt about you. he had some complex thoughts about you, ones he was hesitant to call a crush. he tried his hardest to keep these feelings at bay, but it was getting increasingly harder for him to control.

after many long nights on the road, sleeping next to graham in the van and totally swooning over him at every second, you arrived in sunny california.

the band’s new house barely deserved to be called a home. but, given the circumstances, it did it’s job. you took the room that the boys claimed was haunted, even though it wasn’t.

not long after settling into california, a keyboardist named karen sirko joined the band. she also quickly became a close friend to you. camila, karen, and you became your own girl group.

over the next months, you had gigs on the strip, and you felt like you were finally making it. you started drinking and smoking more than ever before, and performing on stage gave you a rush. and, not to mention, performing alongside graham was pretty great too.

then one night, while on the infamous first tour, you and graham got wasted at a party with the band.

with all the alcohol and other drugs in your system, you felt bold enough to speak your mind.

“graham, can i ask you something?” you said, trying not to slur your words. the other guys and karen were talking up girls and having their own side conversations through the blaring music.

he turned to you. “what’s that?”

you took a deep breath. “am i crazy?”

graham paused before giggling. “what is that supposed to mean?”

you couldn’t help but laugh too. “do we have something? or am i just imagining it and i’m out of my fucking mind?”

graham’s smile dropped. his eyes squinted as he stared at you. he was thinking hard. “wait…what?”

you rolled your eyes. “for god’s sake graham, i like you. i don’t know if you like me, but i need to know if you feel the same way or if this is all in my head.”

he looked away and nodded. you expected the worst. when he remained silent, you knew you had just messed up probably the greatest friendship in your life.

without saying a word, graham looked around the room and took your wrist, walking away and dragging you with him.

“graham, what the hell?” you asked. you tried not to stumble as he walked. he took you outside behind the building. “look graham, i’m sorry i said that. i should have known you didn’t feel the same, and i-”

before you could finish your sentence, graham spun you so your back was against the wall and his lips were on yours. his hands slowly moved to the sides of your face.

you both pulled away. “woah,” you whispered.

you began making out again, only rougher this time. graham pulled his lips away, resting his forehead on yours. “let’s take this back to my room.”

the next morning, you woke up in a different room than your own, the bright sunlight shining through the window. you felt disoriented. you groaned, a splitting headache causing your body to freeze.

you rolled over, seeing graham sleeping next to you in bed. you quickly sat up, instantly regretting it due to the increased pain in your head.

not only that, but you looked down to see your bare breasts out. then, you noticed you had no underwear on.

“holy shit!” you exclaimed loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth, realizing graham was still sleeping. he rolled over, not waking.

you remained frozen where you sat. i just banged graham, you thought.

you took your shirt that laid disheveled on the floor and put it on, along with your underwear. however, when you got to your pants, the room began to spin due to your hangover and you tripped, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

graham sat up. “what the hell was- holy shit,” graham said, stopping what he was saying as you stood up from the ground.

you sighed. “i said the same thing.”

“what are you-” he began before widening his eyes. “oh my god i remember.”

“did we really sleep together?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

graham nodded. “i think we did it more than once.”

you thought about it. “actually, i think you’re right. was it two times?”

graham contemplated again. “no, it was three.”

“was it…?” you trailed off. then, it hit you. “oh my god you’re right. it was definitely three.”

graham slipped on some boxers under the blankets. “well, what does this mean? for us?”

you sighed. you walked over to the bed, facing him. “i don’t know. i know what i want, but what about you?”

he began to speak, but stopped. then a small smile appeared on his lips. “if i’m being totally honest, Y/N,” your heart raced at the sound of your name. “i’ve liked you from the moment i heard you singing in your driveway that one day. you’ve had a hold on me ever since.”

your heart felt like it skipped a beat. you couldn’t help but laugh like a middle school girl with her first crush. “i feel the same way about you.”

graham blushed. “everything about you is attractive to me,” he started. “your voice, your guitar, your body, your spirit, everything. i’ve kept these feelings about you private, even to myself, from the moment i met you. but now i know that what i feel is real.”

you smiled, slowly leaning in. you placed your lips onto his, and you gently rested your hands on his neck. you pulled away, your faces still remaining close to each other. you giggled. “i was okay with our friendship, but this is so much better.”

collectively, you both decided to keep this information from the band. they didn’t need to know. and more importantly, you didn’t need rumors to get out to the press about your relationship. you knew that you’d be framed as the tag along of the group, only there because of graham. so, it stayed a secret.

and you played the secret very well. no one suspected a thing besides a close friendship. even then, both of you agreed to tone down being near each other around the band in order to keep suspicions low. after the devastating first tour, karen and camila had even tried to ask you about your friendship with graham and why it seemed to be dissipating.

your answer? you just weren’t as close as you used to be. in reality, you were much much closer.

you were sleeping together at every opportunity. in one of your rooms back at the house, in bathrooms at the studio, everywhere you could.

but there was substance to it too. it wasn’t all sex. you had your deepest moments with graham. you would stay wide awake into the late hours of the night just talking about anything and everything. with your head laying on his bare chest and his arm slung around your shoulders, everything felt perfect despite the rough patch the band was in.

then daisy came along.

teddy believed the band needed a strong female vocalist to lead the band alongside billy, and that wasn’t you. you didn’t take offense to it, you knew your voice was better suited for harmonies and softer songs rather than belting out rock songs.

with the addition of a new person in the band, your spot at the mic next to billy was taken, and you were moved next to graham with a mic. secretly, you were happy because this meant that you could exchange meaningful looks even more than before.

your first time playing live with the new setup was in hawaii, and you took your place next to graham. graham leaned into your ear while on stage. “you look beautiful today.”

warren began the drum beat of look at us now. you tried to contain your smile. “you’re distracting.”

as the song built into the guitar solo, you watched as graham went mad on the strings. the sound rang clearly, and you realized how much you had been missing when you were standing next to billy on stage. you glanced around the stage. all of them were gleaming and playing their hearts out. it was beautiful to see for the first time and you proudly smiled to yourself.

graham finished the guitar solo, and he looked up at you when he finished almost as if to see your reaction to what he did, and get your approval. you nodded at him, a proud look in your eyes. you felt yourself falling in love with this boy more and more every day.

you went back to the hotel after the electrifying performance, and you heard a knock at your door. upon opening it, you found a smiling graham.

“so, how’d i do?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but grin, and your eyes flashed to his lips before tugging him into your room by his shirt and crashing your lips against his. graham felt taken aback, but not unwilling. he found his footing before pulling away briefly to lock the door, going right back into it. he led you to the bed, where you laid down on your back as graham towered over you.

you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he began to lift yours off. when he had just slid your shirt off, a pounding knock came from your door.

the two of you quickly pulled away, and graham grabbed his shirt before scooting away from you to the other side of the bed.

“uh-coming! give me-um… a few seconds!” you shouted, putting your clothes back on. you turned on the tv, so it looked like you and graham were doing nothing more than watching shows together.

“no worries!” daisy’s voice rang out from the other side.

you looked at graham, eyes squinting. “daisy?” you mouthed to him. he shrugged, knowing nothing more than you. you were just surprised to hear her voice, since you hadn’t had all that much time to talk one on one.

you finally felt relatively put together and unlocked the door, revealing daisy.

“hi, come in,” you awkwardly told her, opening the door wider for her to step in.

“thanks Y/N,” she stopped partially in the room. “oh, hey graham.”

graham waved happily. you rolled your eyes at his cuteness.

“so, i have a proposition for you,” daisy asked, looking at you with intention. “let me know what you think.”

you sat down at the edge of the bed. “sure, let me hear it.”

“i feel weird taking your role as the female vocalist of the group. i know you said you really didn’t mind, but i want to offer you a song on the upcoming album.”

your eyes widened. it was a sweet offer, but practically impossible. “that’s very nice of you daisy, but i can’t write songs.”

she smiled. “that’s why i’m here.” she looked at graham behind you before continuing. “even graham could help with the musical arrangements. if you’re down for that, of course,” she said to him.

“yeah, i’d love to.”

“but wait,” you started. “there’s no way in hell billy will allow this.”

daisy smiled again, more mischievous this time. “we can deal with him,” she said, motioning to herself and graham. “if we write a damn good song, he’ll have no choice but to add it to the album.”

it would be nice to hear your voice on a record without billy’s overpowering voice drowning yours out. the offer was tempting.

“what the hell, let’s do it.”

daisy got her song book out, and graham left while you two came up with the words.

“so, you and graham?” daisy asked with a smirk.

your face went white. “us? no, we’re just friends. nothing more.”

daisy huffed, not believing it. “right.”

you laughed. “daisy, i’m being serious. there’s nothing going on.”

“okay, sure. so you opening the door looking completely a mess only to find graham looking equally as guilty on your bed meant absolutely nothing?”

you looked down, biting your lip. “don’t tell anyone.”

she laughed. “i knew it.”

after discussing what the song was going to be about, you decided you wanted it to be a love song. about graham. you wanted the song to have the feeling of being on top of the world, floating on a high like you feel with graham. eventually, you two came upon a name: clouds.

daisy began writing ideas for lyrics while you tested out new melodies. after about two hours, you had an acoustic version of your own song. you didn’t think you’d be this excited about it.

the song started off light and soft, with only piano and vocals at the beginning. as the song progressed, the energy built representing the excitement of being with him, and there was a guitar solo reserved for graham in the middle.

“Y/N, this is a damn good song,” daisy told you.

upon arriving back in california, graham asked you about the song as you were walking into the studio. “it’s coming along,” you answered, not wanting to give too much away.

“that’s all?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. graham looked down at you, searching your eyes for answers.

“you’re not telling me everything.”

you giggled. you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest. “you’ll see,” you said quietly, almost seductively, walking past him. although you couldn’t see it, graham got flustered. you always knew how to rile him up.

going into the studio, daisy met up with you first.

“you ready?” she asked, referring to proposing the song to billy.

you nodded, following daisy to where billy was sat.

“we have a song for you,” daisy bluntly said to billy.

he looked between both of you. “what?”

“we have a song that we wrote together that we want on the album,” daisy told him.

billy scoffed. “no. we write all the songs, and besides, Y/N just does harmonies. i’d like to keep it that way.”

he began to get up. “it doesn’t have to be,” you said. “it’s just one song. let us at least play it for you and the band, see what you think.”

he paused. if it were just daisy, he would have denied the song again. but, billy had a soft spot for you. “fine. make it quick.”

the band gathered around you and daisy, who was on the piano. you shot graham a wink, and he lightly blushed.

“this song is called clouds,” you said into the microphone. you noticed teddy watching from behind the rest of the band.

daisy began playing the piano and you began to song. your light, airy voice filled the room as you tried to not focus on the harsh pairs of eyes staring you down. the song was almost psychedelic, sending everyone in the room into a trance. you got lost in your own voice.

as you approached the chorus, you began playing the guitar, picking up the pace of the song. you happened to glance over at graham, who was beaming from ear to ear. he knew the song was about him.

you left an open slot in the music for graham’s future guitar solo, and you gestured to him to make it clear. the song wrapped up, and you looked up from your guitar. the band stood looking at each other, in awe. the only sound was a disembodied round of applause coming from teddy as he walked towards the band. they all turned to look at him.

“let’s get that song recorded.”

as the studio crew set up all the necessary equipment needed to record, you took a walk through the halls of the studio. as you passed the door to the storage room, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you in. you didn’t even have to look at who it was; you knew it was graham.

he closed the door and placed a long, sweet kiss on your lips. when he pulled away, his hands brushed away your hair on the sides of your head and fell lightly on either sides of your jawline.

“you are fucking incredible. i’m so proud of you,” he said, wrapping you in a hug. you giggle and hug back.

“i can’t wait for the world to see that you’re more than just a harmony.”

you pulled away, and his hands rested on your hips. “i have something to tell you.” you said quietly.

his smile fell just a bit. “yeah sure, what is it?”

you bit your lip. “if it wasn’t obvious in the song… i love you.”

he paused before he kissed you again, more passionately this time. he rested his forehead on yours, his hands still on your cheeks. “i love you too, darling.”

during the aurora sessions, you and graham continued to date in secrecy. while the rest of the band was recording their parts, you two would sneak off and do other things together. sometimes those other things involved unprompted sex, other times it was just sitting and talking, with your arms wrapped around each other. either way, every time you’d come back, daisy would nudge your arm playfully and knowingly.

daisy was a good friend to have. she kept your secret locked away, and showed no signs of revealing it to the world. you appreciated her help and guidance.

you and the band recorded all the songs on aurora, and even had your own cover shoot. it felt surreal to finally make it big, after all the trials and tribulations of your band’s early years.

then, when the album released, it was instantly a massive hit. you were on radios, tv, billboards, everything all at once. hearing clouds come on the radio for the first time almost made you cry tears of joy. that was your song, for your graham.

then, it was time for another tour. a bigger, more controlled one than last time. you all knew to not screw this one up like you did the last time. this one was too important to waste.

then, the morning of your first performance on tour, you and graham got into your biggest disagreement yet. you had a few arguments before, but this was so much more intense . this hurt more.

that morning, you were walking through the halls of the hotel, on a mission to find graham before the big night. when you approached his room and saw his door partially cracked with voices coming from it, you walked over to it to see who was there with him. it was warren and eddie, smoking a joint with graham talking about clouds.

“that’s a killer song she wrote with daisy, who do you think it’s about?” warren asked, removing the joint from his lips.

eddie spoke up. “she’s never talked about being in love before. maybe it’s not that deep, and it’s just a song.”

“or maybe it’s about you, guitar boy,” warren said while laughing, hitting graham’s arm.

“i don’t think so. there’s nothing going on between us.”

good cover graham.

“well, you two are good friends, right?” eddie asked him.

graham tilted his head. “sort of. we used to be pretty close in the early days, but not so much anymore. she’s a little clingy. i mostly talk to her when i have no one else to talk with. we’re friends, but not all that close. at least, not like we once were. if that song is about me, i don’t feel the same way.”

what he said didn’t feel like a cover like his previous statement did. that felt real. and it cut deep. he called you clingy? he said you weren’t very close? a cover for your relationship is one thing, but he blatantly denied a real friendship in front of the boys and made you seem like a fool for falling for a boy that didn’t like you back. tears built in your eyes, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run and hide or face him.

before you even thought about what you were doing, you pushed the door open with a creak as all three of them turned to face you, a singular tear falling to the floor.

“ah shit,” warren mumbled.

“Y/N, i-what are you doing?” graham asked. he instantly knew you heard everything.

you began to speak, but couldn’t find words. you just shook your head and ran down the hall, back to the safety of your room. you locked the door behind you and leaned your back against it, more tears spilling out as you heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Y/N, i’m sorry, let me in. i need to explain,” graham said from the other side.

“you can’t take back what you said, graham. i heard it, it’s out there, and now i look like the idiot. does that make you happy?” you replied.

“no it doesn’t. you make me happy. i said those things so they would get off my case. i was covering us up. i-”

you opened the door, face to face with him. his heart seemed to shatter at the sight of the tears still stuck to your cheeks.

“that didn’t sound like a cover, graham. it’s one thing to deny our romance, but another to deny our friendship all together and paint me to be the naive, pesky one. you made me look stupid, and now those boys are going to tell the rest of the band what you said.”

graham frowned. he knew he messed up. he looked down, avoiding your harsh gaze.

you sniffled. “and you can’t even look me in the eye.”

you shut the door again. you eyed the alcohol sitting on the desk in your room, and opened a bottle of beer. you downed it, preparing to open another one.

leading up to the performance, you avoided all your bandmates in efforts to save yourself from the embarrassment that graham caused. the word was probably out to all of them now about what graham said; warren can’t keep secrets for the life of him.

you drank a few more beers and took a few pills to get you through the day and night. they took away the pain graham had caused. looking at yourself in the mirror, you had a full denim jumpsuit on that came up around your neck into a halter top. you left your hair down and wavy and added dramatic grey eye makeup.

backstage shortly before you went on, graham came up behind you. “can we talk?”

you made no eye contact. “about what?”

“…about earlier.”

“what is there to say? it seems like you said everything you needed to say to warren and eddie.”

he rested his hand on your bare shoulder. his touch gave you the chills like it always had. “i’m so sorry, Y/N. i genuinely didn’t mean to hurt you like that. i didn’t even think about what i was saying, i just said it. i didn’t think about the consequences like i should have. what can i do to make you not angry at me?”

you paused. every ounce of your body wanted to take him back and hug him, but your mind said otherwise.

you finally turned around to meet his glossy eyes. “prove to everyone that you want this.”

the band ran onto the stage, beginning their first ever setlist on their new and improved tour. despite the still sour mood you were in, the adrenaline with the crowd and the traces of drugs running through your veins made you smile. you felt like a goddess. throughout the show, you felt graham’s gaze periodically fall onto you, and you tried your hardest to ignore it. you were living in the moment and didn’t need him as a distraction.

then, your time came. it was time to sing clouds in front of a full auditorium of people. luckily, your adrenaline was stronger than your nerves.

daisy spoke into the mic. “up next, i would like to introduce the backbone of this group, the glue that holds us together, and one of my very best friends. she adds the most beautiful harmonies to all of our songs, here is Y/N L/N.”

daisy bowed down, shuffling to the back to give you the mic. before you reached the mic, she gave you a quick but supportive hug.

you handed billy your guitar, and stepped up to the mic as the applause died. seeing the faces in the dim crowd made you more nervous. you felt graham’s eyes burning into your back.

“hello, everyone,” you said slowly. you talked methodically. “this song is for anyone who is in love.” you thought about your own experience with love, and the overwhelming love you still felt for graham.

as karen started the piano, your mind was brought back to graham once again. you just wanted everything to be okay like it used to be. but you knew you had to see the effort from his part. he needed to somehow dispel the image he created of you being the clingy, lonely girl of the band who was helplessly pining over the guitarist. it was up to him now.

you rvoice started, crackly at first, but soon finding the rhythm of the music. your vision for this song was to make who ever heard it feel like they were high in the sky, laying upon the soft clouds. to hear it all coming together live on stage was ethereal. you knew it was working.

the song picked up, and the drums, guitar, and bass sounded behind you. it sounded magical, but maybe it was just the drugs and alcohol.

you glanced behind you to see daisy playing the tambourine next to graham, who kept his eyes on you throughout his entire guitar solo. the crowd roared, but all you saw and heard was graham. you lightly smiled at him, and he smiled back. he was all that mattered in that moment.

the song finished, and you stepped to the side of the mic, taking a large bow. before you could turn to get your guitar from billy, footsteps sounded behind you and a hand was on your shoulder, turning you around. it was graham.

“graham, what-”

before you could say anything, graham took your face in his hands and tilted your head up. “i’m going to prove it to you and everyone else.” as you began to speak again, he leaned down, laying a long kiss on your lips. the crowd went wild. although you couldn’t see it, the jaws of everyone in the band besides daisy dropped, who had a proud smirk on her face.

when you two pulled away, his hands fell to your waist and you held his forearms.

“are you crazy?” you asked playfully.

he smiled. it felt like only you two up on the stage. all you saw was him and his bright eyes and curly hair. “crazy for you.”

#daisy jones and the six #djats series #graham dunne #graham dunne x reader #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #warren rojas x reader #warren rojas #daisy jones fanfic #karen sirko #camila dunne

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yongislong · 1 year

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tiktok prank + wayv.

genre: fluff, crack, glued jar prank on wayv

note: first wayv post!! hehe v excited tyty anon

kun... he's so strong IDC IDCC. would be the perfect boyfriend so much to the point that whenever you needed something he was so willing to help, so you asking to open a jar was nothing out of the ordinary. would take a minute but would pop it open. would slip past you with a kiss on your temple and a squeeze on your hip. once you tell him he never believes it, he's like "ur so silly babe haha love you" and you have to convince him you gorilla glued that shit shut. is so shocked

ten... listen, he has a dancer bod and is v lean but i really don't think he'd open it LMAOOO is honestly so over it. would try once and be like "idk ask johnny or sum," i feel like you'd play so many pranks on him that he would start to catch on so soon. and i ALSO feel like he's on the internet a lot so he would be on guard 24/7. gets annoying whenever you genuinely want to prank him though ugh...

winwin... the smile he shoots you when you ask him if he could open the jar slowly fades the more and more he struggles. pouts and inspects the jar with curiosity, lol. would smack it with a spoon a couple times and it'd pop open! you tell him you glued it shut to prank him and he turns into an old man, "why though? did you have fun? did i give a good reaction? we can try again if you want... i wanna see if i can open it for real..." pouty

xiaojun... yall remember that video of him "cooking"... yeah.... he's a pretty clumsy but strong guy so him opening it wouldn't be a problem. but i think he would do it on accident? like wouldn't be trying, he's just a lucky type of clumsy if that makes sense LMAO. he pops it open so easily but would probably like... drop it, or spill some in the process of popping it open PFT. that or breaks?? the lid?? without even trying??? and you're sat there all shocked while his eyes get all doey and big and sparkly. insufferable pretty boy

hendery... so many faces. struggling an insane amount. don't believe he would ever pop it open BUT if he were to, it would 1000% spill all over his face and hands. is so upset LMAOO. "wha- wh... help.... me..." jokingly claims its your fault ugh. you're far too embarrassed to tell him the jar was glued shut, he's had enough embarrassment for one night. night ends in cuddles because he feels bad he spilled your pasta sauce so... success??

yangyang... oh my god so much screaming. squealing. struggling. he has his bangs tied up in that little apple hairstyle and he looks so silly trying his hardest to open the jar. will not let it go. i feel like he would pretend to smash it on the counter as a joke while he's laughing but it slips through his fingers and shatters OOP. wayv is full of clumsy boys jeez. unpopular opinion but i think he could open it with his mind or something that mf is insane. love him. you tell him you glued the jar shut and he thinks its the funniest thing in the world. prank couple muahaha

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apenapaperandadoofus · 1 year

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HIII IM SORRY TO ASKTHIS HUT I HAVE READSKME OF YOUR STORIES AND CAN I REQ A AFAB X DOM DILUC💗💗💗 BUT YHEY JUST FINISHED FIGHTING IF ITS OKAY FOR YOU CAN U MSKE IT SMUT<333 (hes on my mind for days omg)

DONT WORRY IM IN A GENSHIN (ESPECIALLY DILUC) HYPERFIXXATION SO IM HAPPY FOR THE ASK

We fight we break up we kiss we make up (Dom!Diluc x AFAB!Reader)

I legit had no title ideas and Katy was the first thing that popped to mind lol

Also I had to look into the tavern because I needed to remember what it looked like and APPARENTLY IT HAS A THIRD FLOOR I TOTALLY FORGOT so yeah now you know

And apologies if it sounds a bit weird, for some reason my brain is not translating and writing correctly, it’s just one of those days yknow? Also could be cuz I’ve been running on literally nothing but caffeine oops

“I’m back.” You called out opening the front door of Angel’s Share.

The usually loud tavern filled with drunken laughter and music was now replaced by dimmed lights and silence. It was late at night, and you had just finished a tiring day of endless commissions.

You looked towards the bar, where your boyfriend usually was tidying everything up for the next day, but instead found the new hire on his spot.

He looked up and smiled.

“Miss, you’re back. Ah! If you’re looking for Master Diluc he is up in the storage room.” The young boy pointed up.

“Thanks Leon. Don’t stay here too late alright?” You smiled in appreciation.

He nodded, and went back to the task at hand.

You climbed up towards the third floor of the tavern, legs aching from the amount of walking you did that day.

“Why are there so many goddamn stairs.” You groaned.

Finally you made it up to the third floor, however, before you were even done walking up the stairs, a loud thud and a string of curse words caught your attention.

The storage door was slightly open, a small amount light pouring out from inside.

“Diluc?” You walked into the room, finding the familiar redhead kneeling down and picking up a bottle of wine.

Thankfully it hadn’t shattered, but a hefty amount of the drink poured out on the floor.

Walking over you took your handkerchief and cleaned the spilt liquid, making Diluc glance at you in surprise.

“You’re back.” He said. His eyes flickered around your face, checking and examining for any sign of injury.

You chuckled. “I am. Rough day at work? I swear I’ve never seen you spill any of the bottles before.”

Diluc huffed and stood up. “This sort of thing is not exactly unusual for bartenders.”

You frowned at his cold reply, raising a brow. “Really bad day huh?”

“Why did you come back so late?” He said. “Commissions usually don’t take you that long. You know it’s dangerous at night.”

Placing the now wet handkerchief on the corner you stood up and stretched. “Oh please Diluc, you know I can handle myself. Besides Franz was with me.”

The redhead’s eyes narrowed. “You were paired up with him again?”

“He asked for my help patrolling a few areas around Springvale and we kind of lost the track of time. Besides he’s new into the guild and as his senior I should help him right?”

“He’s been in the guild for six months already, if he isn’t able to handle the job by now maybe he should think of another occupation.”

Diluc crossed his arms, scoffing. “And besides, what exactly was it that made the two of you ‘loose the track of time’ so much that it became one in the morning? Last time I checked, scouting for hilichurl camps doesn’t exactly take that long”

You looked at your boyfriend with a confused expression. “What are you implying Diluc? You know it’s part of my job to help other members as well.”

“Right, but I don’t recall you spending that much time with them before.”

“Seriously Luc? You’re acting like a child, just because he made one drunken joke-”

“I’ve seen drunk people and he was not one of them, he was legitimately trying to flirt with you and now you’re enabling his fixation.” He said, matter-of-factually.

He glared at you and you felt a pang of shock and anger course through your body.

“Oh really?! I was doing my job Diluc, you can’t expect me to shirk my responsibilities because you’re throwing a tantrum.” You threw your hands up in frustration, pacing around the room.

Diluc groaned in annoyance and walked towards you. “A tantrum? I have every right to question a man who tried to flirt with my partner.”

“Right, because you don’t trust me.” You turned to look at him, accusingly.

“I never said that!” He stared at you wide eyed and you let out a sardonic laugh.

“Well you might as well! Do you seriously think I would go behind your back-”

“Do not put words in my mouth Y/N.”

“-Flirting with someone else for some reason.” You continued, walking towards him.

“I would never-”

“How could you think so little of me?!”

“Will you just listen to be and be quiet for a minute?”

Diluc gently gripped your shoulders to stop you from moving, the two of you so close your noses could almost touch.

Shaking his hands off you glared at him in defiance.

“Why don’t you make me, Master Diluc.” You sneered at him, the words coming out before you could stop them.

Diluc stared at you, surprise apparent on his face.

Tension enveloped the room.

Neither of you said a word as you suddenly felt the temperature spike.

Diluc glanced down at your lips, and then at you, and before you could say anything else he pulled you into a fierce kiss, lips crashing into yours.

You gasped and gripped the collar of his coat, your hand gripping his hair.

Diluc pushed you against the wall, hands reaching down and pushing your shirt up, his knee pushing between your legs. You moaned, grinding against him as he kissed your collarbone.

However, before you could do anything more he pulled away.

You let out a disappointed huff.

“Diluc what are you…”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as you felt yourself being pushed down on your knees. Diluc had quickly unbuckled his pants, his throbbing cock now in front of you.

“Wait- Diluc-”

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” He said, gripping your hair and pulling you towards his dick, a hint of dominance flashing in his eyes. “Now suck it.”

You gulped and nodded slowly, opening your mouth to lick the tip of his member before sucking.

Pressing your legs together to stop the heat from between them spreading, you continued sucking and gently licking his dick.

Diluc huffed and pulled you away.

“Diluc? Wha-mmggh!” You gagged as he shoved his dick into your mouth, thrusting into the back of your throat. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes, and Diluc chuckled.

“You wanted me to shut you up didn’t you? Where’s that challenging attitude from before?”

You gripped his thighs, and Diluc thrusted in further before pulling your hair and making you look up at him.

“Look at me, ngh- won’t you? This is how you properly suck your master’s dick alright? Mmph, yes, just like that. Be a good doll and take it all in.” He moaned.

You felt your jaw numb, tears rolling down from his size.

Before long Diluc groaned, almost reaching his climax. You tried to pull away but he pushed his cock, making you drink all of his seed.

He looked down at you, a smirk on his face. “Drink it all. Don’t let a single drop fall.”

You swallowed and fell back, coughing.

Still gasping for air, you let out a surprised gasp as you felt a pair of arms lift you up, pushing you against he doorway. You tried to turn around but Diluc kept you firmly in place.

“Are you really that wet just from sucking me off? So naughty~” he chuckled, pressing a finger against your sex. You moaned and tried to grind against him.

“Do you want to feel good?” He whispered, gently biting your earlobe.

You whimpered, nodding. “Please Diluc.”

He nodded and helped you take off your pants and already dripping panties.

Diluc rubbed your entrance with his finger, and you whined, needing him inside of you.

“Diluc.”

He lightly pressed his finger against you. “Address me correctly.” He ordered.

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at him. A determined and lustful expression filled his face.

You had to admit, you liked seeing him being so forward and taking charge. It made your skin prickle with heat, the way his eyes lidded and roamed around your body.

Taking a small breath you tried to get your voice to reply.

“M…master…” you whispered.

He raised a brow, an excited grin on his face. “Good.” He applied more pressure. “Now apologize.”

“A-apologize?” You repeated, voice still hoarse from before. “But-ngh!”

Diluc inserted a finger inside. However, he didn’t move.

“For talking to me that way before.” He pressed his finger inside you a bit. “For provoking me like that.” His lips caressed your neck, gently touching it. “Well?”

You huffed and closed your eyes, face heating up. “I…I’m sorry…”

He bit your shoulder. “For what?”

“I’m…I’m sorry for provoking you…master…’

“Good girl.”

You gasped as you felt him move his finger inside of you, quickly inserting another.

Diluc made sure to press all the right spots, making you moan out in pleasure.

“You’re so tight…” he whispered. “At least it means that bastard hasn’t touched you this way.”

“Aah! No, no just you…” you whimpered.

“Hm?”

“It’s just…just you Diluc…you’re the only one I want this way…”

“You…” Diluc’s face turned as red as his hair and he let out a nervous chuckle.

He pressed his cock against your wet entrance, unable to not be inside you anymore.

“Mr. Diluc?”

A voice called out.

You both stood still.

“Crap…” you whispered, turning to look at Diluc keeping an eye on the door. “Leon..”

The door was barely open. However if he walked in further inside you were sure he would catch you. “Diluc, if he comes in he’ll see-”

You barely finished talking before Diluc inserted his cock inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He whispered. “Be quiet or else he’ll hear us.”

“But- wait- ngh!” You whimpered. Diluc roughly thrusted into you, his rough hands teasing your nipples.

“Sir?” The voice asked, the sound of footsteps coming closer.

“I’m alright, Leon.” Diluc called out, making the footsteps stop. “Did you…need something.” He hoped the boy didn’t notice the strain on his voice.

“Well…I finished cleaning up downstairs. Did Miss Y/N leave already?” Leon asked.

“Yes.” Diluc thrusted further inside you, hitting your deepest spots. “She just…left.”

You placed your hands on the wall, trying to keep your balance and accidentally grinding against him.

“Master Diluc…more” you moaned, moving your hips.

“Shit…” Diluc cursed, gripping your hips tightly and speeding up his pace.

“I can’t...I can’t, my voice, ah! Diluc, m-my voice…” you whispered.

Grunting, Diluc placed a finger inside your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds.

“Oh, well…if you have the rest taken care of then am I allowed to leave? Unless you need my help-”

“I do not Leon I-” he stopped as he felt you suck his finger, and squeezed your hips before he cleared his throat. “T-Thank you…you can go now.”

“Great! Goodnight sir!”

You heard the sound of footstep’s receding down the stairs, and as soon as you heard the front door close you felt Diluc’s hand move and you let out a scream of pleasure.

“Yes! Master, right there!” You gasped.

Diluc grunted and turned your head to kiss you, both of you separating only to moan or catch your breath.

“I love you…” he whispered.

You smiled.

“I…I love you too…I’m all yours Diluc…only yours…” you whimpered.

Diluc stopped, looking at you. A small smile appeared on his face and he bumped his forehead against yours. “I’m all yours as well my love….” he gently kissed you, sucking on your bottom lip, before moving again.

Eventually you both began to reach your peak.

Diluc placed a trail of kisses on your shoulder and began moving up towards your neck.

“I wonder…” he whispered between kisses, “I wonder what would happen if I were to leave a mark on your for the world to see…”

“Wh-what? Hold on, Diluc I still have work-anngh!” You whined, feeling Diluc suck on your neck until a hickey began to form.

He let go and stared at his handiwork with a proud expression, before biting your shoulder.

“Diluc!” You gasped.

He bit and sucked on every spot of your body- on your back, neck, shoulders, your wrist, and with every single place he made sure to leave a visible mark for everyone to see that he was yours, and you were his.

You whined and pulled on his hair, letting him know you were close.

Diluc turned you around for you to face him, moaning, feeling your walls clench around him in tightly, Diluc finished you off with a rough kiss, finally the two of you reaching climax.

He grabbed you and pulled you down on the floor with him, placing your head on his chest.

His body emitted warmth, and you cuddled closer to him.

“I can’t believe you almost let Leon see us.”

You eventually said, voice raspy from screaming.

“Hmph, he never comes inside the room unless I ask him to. If I knew we were going to be caught I wouldn’t have kept going.”

You scoffed and looked up at him before laying back down. “Ugh, still you- you’re lucky he didn’t come in.”

Diluc chuckled before burying his face into your hair. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone else see you like that, dear. It’s only a privilege I alone posses.”

You flushed at the words and cleared your throat. “Mmm, fine, you’re right.”

You both laid in a comfortable silence before you sat up and turned towards him, caressing his cheek. “I’m sorry I accused you of not trusting me. I know you were only worried. But believe me when I tell you I have things handled- the only person I want in my life is you.”

Diluc gently pulled you down and nuzzled your nose against his before smiling. “I understand. I apologize as well. I know you are more than capable of punching the life out of that miserable adventurer if he tries to do anything to you.” He said, kissing the tip of your nose.

You laughed and laid on top of him, sighing as he pet your hair. “Hmm true, I do throw a pretty mean punch. I’ll try not to work too late, alright? But you need to promise me the same.”

“Alright.”

“And don’t try to kill someone just because they hit on me. I can take care of that.”

He chuckled. “Alright, alright.”

“I mean, you don’t see me walking up to Donna and threatening her every time she mentions you right? Because-mmph, Diluc!” You scolded him as he turned you around and kissed you, smiling lovingly.

“Do you ever quiet down?” He teased.

You smirked. “Mmm no. Why don’t you try and make me again, pretty boy?”

It wasn’t before long that the two of you began round two.

Next day you chided him because you had to wear a coat over the sweltering heat, to cover every single mark he had given you.

Diluc only smiled proudly at the statement, but everyone else had thought you were either sick or had become mad for wearing such warm clothes during summer.

After Kaeya teased you for the upteenth time about your outfit, you made a mental note to get your revenge that night, as soon as you were done with your commissions.

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The Suckening #9: The Monster Within:

My thoughts on the episode because oh my god??? Absolutely insane, loved it. Spoilers below :)

- Not the pheasant sounds right out of the gate

- LETS GOOOO THE MUSIC!!!! Cannot wait for the day that the soundtrack drops

- I agree with Grizz, I love the Weylin twins too, they’re so so cool

- I love this recap, it feels like a Rolled, it’s so fun

- “We have a town house” proceeds to break, Theo pleaseeeee

- Theo just has parents, we’re meeting the Collins family, oh my god

- “Ohhhhh you are less fortunate” SHILO PLEASE????

- Oh god Shilo why are you taking them to the mechanic shop, Jeffrey is gonna be so confused

- GREFGORE LETS GOOOO DEADLIFTS THE DOOR OPEN!!

- “Like my papa! :D” that was so—I love shilo so much

- Jeffrey is gonna be dead or missing isn’t he

- :) I love Grefgore

- “Emizel are you alive??” “Yeah!” “Ok good! :D”

- I love Grizz just losing it in the background

- Oh god Shilo got no successes on the self control, oh no…he can still feed and he can’t even be stealthy about it

- AND NOW EMIZEL IS JUST SINGING WHILE AT BURGER KING???

- “No I need the no whopper whopper” EMIZEL PLEASE HE JUST GRABBING THIS PERSONS HAND TO DRINK??

- Emizel is just a menace I love him

- HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A CAR HES JJST WALKING THROUGH THE DRIVE THRU

- Doctor Cross!! Aww Charlie!

- “…it’s doctor cross? What do his ears look like?” “Yeah it’s your character dude”

- Charlie sounds so exasperated by this situation

- You can’t stop Grizz from role playing a character in extreme pain and who’s screaming

- Oh Shilo is fully going after Theo,,,,,,uhhhhhh

- I do love how Bizly is describing feral Shilo though

- Oh god he’s now commanding people??

- The music is so perfect for this part, god and now Theo is commanded to help Shilo????

- HES HELPING WITH WATER!! LETS GO THEO

- Ok thank god Shilo told him to run

- Emizel still tackles him, yeah makes sense, just brotherly things

- Oh Shilo :((((

- I get what emizel is doing but shilo is mid panic attack at this point

- Emizel let the doctor go!!!

- OH HES TAKING HIM TO THE HOSPITAL??

- :(( the Theo and Emizel talk was nice it was so short but Theo trusts him!!!!

- Charlie sounds just so confused

- HAHA EMIZEL YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT COMFORTING PEOPLE WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP THIS GUY

- Kian Stone is here! Lol

- ………Theo and Emizel….I love them

- Emizel actually being honest with him is making me—like they’re just so casual and are willing to do anything for each other

- Emizel telling him to kill him though if he loses control…..kills me

- “Don’t ask me to improv” ok Condi

- “Maybe he’s taking a vacation, went to Hawaii” Jeffrey living it up in Hawaii, nice

- Shilo is in such a bad state and Emizel is just saying so much because Shilo isn’t responsive, this is so so sad

- “Are they ok?” “Yeah I fixed them up”

- Emizel :(( he’s trying his best to comfort Shilo and the running theme of having a monster inside is so sad

- God Bizly is fantastic, Shilo breaks my heart and he plays him so well

- Oh :( Shilo and Grefgore hug

- “Sorry I was not there to protect you my prince” “I didn’t need protection, they needed it from me” NOOOOOO

- God there’s someone at the hotel for emizel isn’t there

- And now emizel is leaving Grefgore and shilo,,,,,this isn’t gonna go well

- HUH??? Worms???? And now immediately attacked, at least it’s Emizel so he’ll just come back but still

- “Bonks off your hearty hide-why would I say that??” I do not know Charlie that was wild

- Deacon?? Or Hunters??

- HE BOTCHED NO

- “And his husband is me!” “And I am too, we’re a polycule!” LETS GOO CHARLIE

- Oop bye emizel beaten to death by the polycule

- “Shilo is there anything you want to do before going to bed?” “Cry!”

- SHILO VS PHEASANT OH MY GOD????? Now this is the best initiative ever in JRWI

- Wait?? It’s dead???? OH ITS BREATHING THANK GOD

- HES MAKING GREFGORE TURN THE PHEASANT?????

- This is insanity, they’re spending so much time with the pheasant and trying to turn it

- Shilo don’t use your last point of blood?? Uhhhhh shilo???? Please don’t????

- God every time they do flashbacks and it plays the past audio it’s so fun

- GRIZZ TIME

- Oh god the sunlight, Charlie give him Something please

- Oh god Arthur “what a pain…..I’m so sleepy” mood

- OH GOD ITS THE KID THAT HE YELLED AT

- Thank god this family wants to help,,,,,,,,,and Charlie rolled a one

- Please Arthur please Grizz roll well

- SUCCESS!!!! FAMILY STAR AROUND ARTHUR

- “I’m a brave boy I’m brave boy” mood

- God Charlie is making LAX so so bad, why is it this that bad

- “Arthur in the bathroom at an airport, there’s light outside!” YES LETS GO CHARLIE AND CONDI

- “I can’t-kill myself out of this one!” CONDI PLEASE

- oh god emizel, are you back with the weylin twins??

- Nope never mind hey deacon

- ……in a pit?? Deacon just let him go you don’t need all of this

- FUCK NOOOOO EDWARD IS HERE

- Charlie please I fucking hate him

- WHY DOES HE MOAN SO MUCH??? CHARLIE PLEASE STOP

- Oh!! Emizel’s sire is here!! What’s his name please!!

- “Van-papa” ??????

- “Sweaty and bloody in the pit” EDWARD PLEASE

- but!! Gabriel!!! Good name!!

- I feel like Grizz is just having the most fun as the background characters during this campaign

- CHARLIE PLEASE STOP WITH EDWARD HES SO WEIRD

- Emizel and Gabriel banter let’s GO!!!! I miss them going insane with each other

- “I have to kill you, it’s my destiny!” Gabriel you’ve been hanging with Gillion?

- YEAH EMIZEL CONVINCE GABRIEL TO WORK TOGETHER TO GET OUT

- GABE’S A LEFTIE LETS GOOO LEFTIE WIN TODAY!!!

- This combat is insane I love it

- Condi is just dying with laughter, this fight is so so bad, emizel vs Gabriel is always so so chaotic

- Hmmm is Gabe actually trying to leave with him or is he tricky him

- Nope never mind he’s not going to

- This combat was insane holy shit

- HE KILLS HIM LETS GO EMIZEL CURB STOMPS HIM

- EMIZEL WANTS A KISS FROM EDWARD????????? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

- EDWARD WAS GONNA KILL EMIZEL??? But instead just blew a kiss instead oh my god

- ALL OF HIS FANGS AND HIS TONGUE IS GONE HOLY SHIT

- Emizel stop testing Edward please

- Grefgore coming in with the blood to help Shilo!!!!

- Oh no the pheasant is out in the streets

- Awww shilo and the pheasant are friends now!!!!! IM GONNA CRY THIS IS SO CUTE

- “Ok where to next…it’s me William wisp” WIWI!!!! HES HERE AS A CAB DRIVER

- THE BOYS ARE REUNITED!!!!!

- …..wiwi is circling the street??

- Oh god emizel can’t talk

- Felipe?? Why did Arthur sound like him there

- “Sure I’d like to not be alone with my thoughts” Shilo please

- A girl pheasant!!! Pickles is such a sweet name!!!!

- Shilo is brooding with Arthur!!

- OH OUTFIT CHANGE FOR GREFGORE!!

- AND A NEW OUTFIT FOR SHILO

- WAIT SHILO CANT DRESS MODERN HOLY SHIT

- Damn sad day for imaging Shilo in regular clothes :(

- Oooh I like the coat that Arthur has

- Blood bond between Arthur and Emizel holy shit

- I love how the three of them are the kings :(((( it makes me so happy

- Fuck!! Emizel has the phone on him and of course Charlie has been taking notes on what they’ve been saying

- PLEASE to Arthur it felt like being in a frat

- “We are all monsters are we not Arthur?” “…What does that have to do with the plan?”

- Grefgore is feeling compassionate as he looks at all of them :((((((((( IM GONNA CRY I LOVE GREFGORE

- Siri jumpscare!

- “Order is him being gone and us too, but he’s a good start” oh I’m terrified if that’s foreshadowing please don’t let all of them die

- But GOD bizly is popping off with these monologues I love them

- “Nobody is born a monster” I love that Arthur said that, that’s perfect for him

- HA PLEASE I LOVE THAT GRIZZ SAID NO JUST BECAUSE HE WANTS TO INTERACT WITH THE WEYLIN TWINS

- “So I don’t plan to leave again” “please don’t” oh they’re gonna make me cry

- “I need to talk to the sheriff” “she’s out right now!” “I need to talk to the…secret sheriff” ARTHUR PLEASE

- Bizly getting so upset that Deacon isn’t actually the sheriff and the badge doesn’t mean anything is so funny

- Noooooooooo not a sex motel again

- Grefgore just placing Emizel in a bellhop cart PLEASE

- Oh my god wanting to make Keanu Reeves’s house their base of operations is so fucking funny

- The numbers are so close!!! Deacon where are you?

- This is chaos

- NOOO they gotta make the Edward face to unlock the phone

- The numbers are just one off :((((

- BIZLY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT ABOUT EDWARD

- OH THANK GOD

- NOOOOOO

- “I’m blushing, the blood bond took over” shilo pleaseee

- CHARLIE WHERE IS DEACON

- ……….they only have the Edward phone AND GREFGORE HAS ARTHURS CARD

- PLEASE SHILO DOMINATING THIS RANDOM PERSON “one billion points!”

- They have to roll for Deacon and Edward constantly please

- Shilo not knowing how phones work is so fucking funny

- Shilo doesn’t understand a voicemail :((((

- THEY WERE ONE AWAY CHARLIE PLEASE

- NOOOOOO EDWARDS BACK FUCK

- This is sooooo

- Deacon please be on the roof

- FUCK NOOOOO they gotta cause chaos to get his attention

- EDWARDS ON THE ROOF INSTEAD

- I HATE HIM I HATE HIM BUT HES SO FUNNY

- LIKE I HATE EDWARD BUT ALSO LOVE HIM

- “Today I’m wearing velcro” EDWARD???? PLEASE

- SHILO MIMICKING EDWARD IS SO FUNNY

- ……..Arthur wants to set off fireworks????

- Is the Edward phone even going to work??

- THERES A MOAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RINGING

- DEACON???? HI!!!!! NOOOOO ITS VOICEMAIL

- THEY DONT EVEN LEAVE A VOICEMAIL THEYRE SO STUPID THEYRE THE TWO WORST ONES FOR THIS EMIZEL YOU NEED TO MODERNIZE THEM

- Sex motel time!!

- Condi…..what

- “Sucking Cells” Condi what the fuck??

- Charlie “I actually don’t like your answer I’m asking someone else” MOOD CHARLIE

- HE ROLLED A 10 ITS PRISON AND WORM THEMED OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

- This is awful, this is so bad, why is this motel like it

- Charlie wondering if the motel has room service and the boys immediately going “there’s guards, prison has guards” IM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING IM SITTING DOWNSTAIRS WITH MY FAMILY I CANT LOSE IT RIGHT NOW

- Charlie sounds so defeated, like he really did just go back on the bit

- The midnight circle!! Emizel has his tongue back! Let’s gooooo

- Edward fucking hell he’s back

- HE OWNS THE SEX MOTEL???

- ………….emizel please don’t throw the phone away

- OH GOD HES THROWING IT

- Ok Griffith park time

- oh?? Deep purple robes and floating down from the air?? —they’re dancing??

- Emizel is so funny I love him

- “You need to take a chill pill” SHILO PLEASE

- oh no, they all turn to shilo, aww :(( Arthur puts his arm in front of shilo to protect him

- Oh god they have to prove they trust each other

- CHARLIE IS MAKING THEM DO AN IMPROV GAME NOW?? One word story are you kidding me

- God bizly is so excited but this is gonna go so so bad

- Charlie doesn’t even let them we really talk about

- Etc. is so smart, let’s go emizel

- …….I miss Viv and Vex

- But I love this device that Charlie is using here because the boys Really haven’t talked about their goals and what they want yet

- The one word story has the same energy as the murder mystery party

- Please just end the sentence this is insane

- NOOOO ARTHUR USES THE MULLIGAN

- “Tell us the secrets of our curse” LETS GO?? I love that

- Oh?? They aren’t on the ground??

- Oooooh they have to be invited into the circle that’s so cool!!!!!!

- LOVED THAT EPISODE!!!

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #the suckening #emizel tucker #shilo bathory #arthur bennett #jrwi grefgore #jrwi Theo #theo collins #weylin twins #charlie slimecicle #bizlychannel #condifiction #grizzlyplays #jrwi the suckening #edward twilight #deacon keller

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