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thursdayygrrrl · 1 year

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hairstyles and revelations

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characters: cassie howard x gn!reader (they have hair long enough to style)

genre: very very very slight angst if you squint, mostly fluff, kinda idiots in love, first kiss

summary/excerpt: Maddy, Kat, and BB were supposed to be there but they all ditched. Maddy said she was going to be with Nate (which you thought was a lie since you all knew they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment, but you just let her go anyway because you didn’t want to put up with a fight). Kat said she had “things to do” and didn’t elaborate further while BB just ghosted. Leaving you and Cassie alone.

word count: 2,011

a/n: idk how to feel abt this ole draft but i thought it wouldn’t hurt to post since someone might wanna read it. also, the title sucks, it’s a bit self-indulgent, and it isn’t proofread (english isn't really my first language pls bear with me) so... don’t expect too much but happy reading anyways!

You and Cassie were in your room and you were nervous out of your mind. You had a small crush on her when you first met, but you were sure it was a superficial attraction solely based on looks. Once you spent more time with these girls, you weren’t quite sure if your crush on the blonde was still superficial. You could tell by your heartbeat and the million thoughts that were flooding your head.

One does not get this nervous when hanging out with a friend. Or at least a friend who you were pretty sure you were good at faking your feelings in front of.

Maddy, Kat, and BB were supposed to be there but they all ditched. Maddy said she was going to be with Nate (which you thought was a lie since you all knew they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment, but you just let her go anyway because you didn’t want to put up with a fight). Kat said she had “things to do” and didn’t elaborate further while BB just ghosted. Leaving you and Cassie alone.

When you hung out with her, it was always in a group setting. You thought she had discovered your crush on her and didn’t want to be around you alone because it made her uncomfortable.

You got the memo. It’s happened before, with your former “friends”.

You let that thought pass while scrolling through Netflix, trying to choose a movie to watch. She took in your room through her eyes. You didn’t know it, but she was trying to capture every tiny detail of you. Every poster up on your walls, every trinket on your bedside table, every book on your shelves. She wanted to know more than just the surface, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask you. Instead, she settled with silently admiring you from afar.

You position yourself and the laptop on your bed and finally clicked play on something.

When she hears it start playing, she makes her way over and sits next to you. You hand her a pillow while she asks you a question.

“What are we watching, Y/N?”

“Bodies Bodies Bodies.”

“Cool.”

She nods. Both of you are unsure what to do now, so you let the movie fill the awkward silence that took over. You decide to calm down. Or at least try your best to do so. With that, you let yourself pay full attention to the movie despite having already seen it before.

You don’t notice Cassie catching glimpses of you. She takes in your eyes, the curve of your cheek, the pinkness of your lips, and your silky hair. Specifically, the way it lays and flows, how you unconsciously play with it, and how you never seem to do anything with it. The most “done-up” your hair had ever been, at least to her, was during the winter formal. It was curled, made to frame your face. Simple, understated, and perfect. She couldn’t look away from you that night, and neither can she now.

When the movie hits a lull, you finally look at Cassie, only to catch her staring right at you.

“Woah, why are we… Do I have something on my face?”

“Um, no, I was just—just looking at you.”

She sounds flustered as she looks away, averting her gaze from you to your sheets

“Okay. May I ask why?”

“It’s just, I think your hair looks good like all the time.”

“Oh. Tha—”

You didn’t know she paid that much attention to you.

She cuts you off. A habit of hers you’ve grown fond of.

“Not saying that you should always be styling it or whatever. You should do what makes you comfortable and all but,” She hesitates. “I can’t help but think of braiding it.”

“Huh?”

“You know those braids we have during pep rallies and games? I do those and I wanna see what they look like on you.”

You knew, you even saw her do Maddy’s hair before these events. Some of those braids looked intricate. You vividly remember thinking that Cassie was good with her hands.

God, you need to get your mind out of the gutter.

The thought of her hands running through your hair always seemed enticing. You’ll admit you fantasized about it sometimes. Maybe this would be a good way to grow closer to her. And, let’s be honest, you couldn’t say no to her.

“Sure, let me get a comb and some elastics.”

You got up to find these items and sat in the middle of your bed once you had them. You rested your hands between your thighs, unsure of what to do with them now that you placed the supplies beside you. The mattress dipped as Cassie positioned herself behind you, on her knees to get a better view of the top of your head. She combed your hair to get rid of any tangles and parted it down the middle with gentle fingers. Then she got to work, setting aside the left portion of your hair to work with the right one first. You began to speak, letting the dialogue of the movie serve as background noise.

“I like hanging out with you, Cassie.”

“Me too, Y/N. Thanks for having me over even without the others.”

You waved her off to indicate that she didn’t have to thank you.

“Are you liking the movie?”

In truth, Cassie was only paying attention to you.

“I am! I love Alice.”

“She’s so funny, I love her!”

Another silence, save for the movie. You decide to speak up again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it that we—um, we never hang out? Like just the two of us?”

She doesn’t respond.

Shit. Fuck, shit, motherfucking shit.

Sometimes, you really should think harder before speaking.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I asked you that. I—fuck, um.”

You swore under your breath. It was all you could think to say. She snaps you out of yourself.

“Hey, no. It’s okay.”

She pauses, takes a breath, and continues.

“You never asked before. And I thought you didn’t like me so I didn’t wanna force myself on you.”

The thought of Cassie thinking you didn’t like her made you want to vomit. Because the truth was that you liked her so much, it made you want to scream. To fall off a balcony. To hit something with a baseball bat. To do stupid, cheesy, romantic things that she always wanted from whatever guy she was seeing. Stuff like posting each other on your Instagram stories, wearing matching outfits, calling each other “honeybunch” or some other cringe-worthy pet name.

“What?”

You asked exaggeratedly, dragging out the last syllable like a sitcom character caught in a lie, in a vain attempt to disguise the nervousness in your voice.

“Remember when we first met? I asked you what your name was and it took you. like, a full minute to respond. And the last time we were all together at Kat’s house, you didn’t wanna sit beside me even if it was the only spot left. And it’s not like we talk outside of the group all that much.”

You were grateful that you weren’t face-to-face with her at that moment because your eyes were freakishly wide. You didn’t realize that she noticed how you avoided her and how awkward you were around her. Regaining some composure, you mumbled.

“Thought you wouldn’t notice that.”

“Well, I did.”

Against all better judgment, you decided to just tell her and get it over with. People take risks all the time. You convince yourself that another one wouldn’t hurt. You unconsciously brace yourself for whatever’s about to happen.

“I like you, Cassie.”

“Yeah, I know. You already said that, Y/N.”

She says. You can hear the slight smirk in her voice, which will always be one of your favorite sounds.

“No, I said I like hanging out with you. What I mean now is that—is I like like you. As in I have a crush on you.”

Cassie’s fingers stop moving. You thought your question was bad? Now you think you’ve gone too far, that you were too blunt, that you fucked up yet another friendship all because you caught feelings. She could rip your hair off your scalp and you wouldn’t blame her.

The silence from her was unbearable. You tried to pivot, moving to face her, but she held you still. Her grip on your hair remained firm, not allowing you to turn around.

“Wait, don’t move. I don’t wanna have to redo this.”

“But—”

She interrupts you again. Using your words, she confesses. The words come out in a whisper.

“I like like you too, Y/N.”

Now, it’s your turn to fall silent. You blink dumbfoundedly as it sinks in.

“Wait. You—you’re lying.”

She finishes up, securing your hair neatly with an elastic. You could feel the slight pressure on your scalp. Cassie moves her hands to the other side.

How is she still so calm about this?

"I’m not! I really do like you. And that’s why I respected your decision to not be with me outside of the group.”

“The only reason I didn’t make moves to talk or hang out with just you is because I thought you already knew I had a thing for you and you got weirded out or something!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the incredulity of your shared predicament, especially at all the awkwardness the two of you could have avoided if only one of you were brave enough to have confessed earlier. You joined her in this laughter.

“What?” She asks, puzzled and in between giggles. “There’s no way I’d ever get weirded out by you, Y/N. I thought you would be the one weirded out by me. The dumb blonde cheerleader…” She trails off.

“Oh, god, no! There’s no way I ever thought that about you, Cassie. I mean, you’re—you’re thoughtful, attentive, smart, funny…”

She tried to stop herself from smiling so wide while she fussed with your hair. You trail off.

What was that word again?

“You’re ethereal,” you whispered.

Found it.

She had heard all sorts of words from guys before, but it never felt real. It was as if they were reading from a script. But hearing it from you was the only way it felt genuine. She could tell you were speaking from the heart. You made her feel seen.

The absence of her fingers was your cue to turn around. Once you do, the both of you bashfully avoid each other’s eye contact.

The air felt charged, You knew you had to do something, anything, so you begin to tilt your face to see her. But she cuts you off. Her lips crash into yours in a messy but passionate kiss.

This must be a dream.

Your right hand rests on her thigh as the other one pinches your own. The sensation serves to prove that this is, in fact, not a dream.

She keeps going, the desperation in her movements almost like a plea to explore you. You allow her to take the lead. She loosely wraps her arms around your neck while yours are now around her waist. She pulls away, both of you breathing heavily and warm all over. She whispers.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time, Y/N.”

You look into her eyes, pleadingly, for a sign that this is real.

You look and all you can see is the love she has for you. It’s practically pouring out of her. You hope she sees the same from you because, by god, you feel it bursting through you. She continues.

“I’m so glad we’re friends but I’d be lying if I told you that I want us to stay like that. Just friends.”

This time, you beat her to it.

“If you’re asking me to be with you, Cass, then my answer is yes. It will always be yes.”

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hi babes. It’s me, sorry for filling up your request box as of late, tell me if I should tone it down a bit!

Can I just get some painfully sweet anger to comfort with either Eddie/Fezco or like. Shit I dunno elliot? Like reader is just going through some shit and is feeling supes angry all the time and their bf notices and maybe they just have a cuddle sesh (or go to a rage room/smoke sesh/activities like that ateehee)

-your favorite (currently rage filled) Starbucks order

I genuinely wanna do this with Elliot since I don't get requests for him anymore. He's a comfort character of mine so I hope this is what you were thinking of.

This is based off of the other day, a moment between Justin and I almost word for word.

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Elliot asks, kneeling between my legs as he looks up at me, sighing as my shoulders raise in a brief shrug. My mind is empty and numb, no thoughts running rampant like they have for days now.

"Dunno." I mutter, messing with the strings of Elliot's sweatpants that I'm wearing, tying them and untying them as he watches me intently, concern flashing through his eyes and his brows furrow cutely. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He asks, head tilting and there's no haze in his eyes that's typically there, no drugs invading his system and keeping him far away from me, No, this time it's me that's hazy, far away from here even though he's right in front of me, touching me gently and trying so desperately to bring me back.

"Like I'm gonna just," I pause, taking a deep, labored breath as my lungs wheeze, "leave." My shoulders are tense as I roll them back, falling back onto his mattress as he follows me.

"I don't think you're going anywhere, anytime soon." He laughs faintly and tiredly, moving to lay beside me, propped up on his elbow as his other arm slings over my waist. "Not on my watch. I don't care if I have to put you on 24 hour observation." He laughs, pulling a small smile from me as I scoot a bit into him, the familiar smell of his cologne calming my racing heart.

"I think I just need some time to adapt." I huff, letting my eyes fall shut as I try to just enjoy the weight of his arm resting on me. He leans down to nudge me with nose, an annoyed grunt leaving me at the feeling of his icy skin against my cheek.

"Adapt to what? Nothing's changed."

"But I feel like it has. So I have to adapt to how I'm feeling." I explain and he lets out a brief hum of acknowledgment.

"Anything I can do? Smoke sesh?" He offers and my eyes crack open, watching boyish amusement pass through his expression. I just chuckle under my breath, my hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, thumbs etching into his cheekbones.

"Just need you to be patient with me while I'm difficult." I offer gently but it doesn't get a serious response, just a bright smile that spreads across my boyfriends face. It makes a similar smile spread across my lips, my eyes rolling at his teasing look.

"Oh, so just keep doing what I'm doing?"

"Fuck off."

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writing-with-emy · 1 year

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Euphoria Masterlist

Main Masterlist

*requests are open*

Headcanons: *COMING SOON*

Imagines/OS: *COMING SOON*

Instagram Stories: •Living with the Euphoria Characters (gn!reader)

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runawayolives · 3 months

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So for baby daddy Nate, does reader go to school visibly pregnant? Or once she starts showing she does virtual school?

Thank you for the ask, anon!

So this is not that, but something I had in mind kind of in the same topic.

This belongs to the series Baby Daddy

Maddy took a deep breath while laying down in her backyard, running her hand over her face.

"How is college application going?"

"Nonexistent."

She turned around to face her slightly pregnant friend. "What do you mean nonexistent?"

She shrugged, replying with a dry tone. "It means I'm 17 and pregnant, and I don't want to be a college student and a mother at the same time."

"So? Your parents offered all the help to raise it, you can go to college and during the weekends be with it." Maddy tried to hide the distaste she felt towards the small thing currently existing in her friends abdomen, seeing it as the biggest impediment in both their lives.

"It isn't an it anymore it's a she."

"I don't give a fuck what it is, what I care about is that you're not going to college because of it." She turned her head around to face her friend, practically seeing smoke coming out of her ears and nose.

"Mads, she isn't the guilty one, you said it, my parents offered to raise her."

"Then why are you not going?"

"I don't want someone else raising my child, I don't want her to see her childhood as a period where I was too preoccupied studying to be her mother." This time she really looked at Maddy. She looked at her as if gazing into her eyes would connect with her soul. She wasn't just looking at her, she was trying to explain in a too deeply way her reasons that had already become a stable decision.

"She won't remember."

"She will know eventually."

"If you don't go now, you will never go."

"Lorelei Gilmore did it."

"Fuck her." Y/N broke off eye contact to laugh. She liked Maddy because her abrasiveness did just that, in high tension moments, it acted as a terminator, making it all disappear ear. "Don't laugh, I didn't say that for you to laugh."

"Why are you so mad about this, Mads?" Her friend scoffed, looking away, as if the racional answer was somehow in the clouds or the sky.

"What about me?" Y/N was too confused by the question to read her friends body language.

"I mean, you're like the number one not fan of the baby, but I guess you can be the godmother. Or you could learn how to cook and we could start an inn and raise a bratty and train-wreck kid." Maddy stood up, still not turning around to face her friend.

"What about me, Y/N?"

"Mads, I don't understand what you're asking." She finally turned around, facing her friend. Y/N could now see her face, red and with a few angry tears falling down her cheeks.

"What about me, Y/N? If you don't make it out, what does that mean about me? If this has happened to you, there's no hope for me."

"Maddy..."

"No, don't sugar coat it. I was rooting for you, I was. My mother was proud of me whenever she saw us together, she could see me actually doing something with my life. And now you're here, giving up, ruining your life for a baby you haven't planned and stuck to a guy that is set on ruining your life. If that's what you get, I don't want to know what's waiting for me." She took a deep breath and kneeled down beside her friend. "You've given up on yourself, but I won't. I won't because I refuse to believe this is all there's going to be to your life."

Y/N leaned forward to hug her friend, squishing her as if that would make all her worries evaporate. "I have not given up on you, Maddy Perez, and I'll never will."

They both stood there, for as long as they needed, crying and sometimes laughing, trying to find humor in their seemingly dooming predicament.

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no-fate-but-what-we-make · 1 year

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Behind Closed Doors | Fezco

Description: you’re with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3

Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader

A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo

Warnings: drug mentions, addiction

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The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezco’s house shook you out of your nap. “Mm, what is it, Fez?” You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.

“I don’t know.” Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “Maybe they’ll go away if we wait long enough.”

The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. “Be right back.”

You didn’t necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasn’t hard to eavesdrop on conversations.

“Who is it?” You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. “Not today, Rue. Sorry.”

Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girl’s name. You’d seen her around school before you’d graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezco’s clients, and that was seriously saying something.

“C’mon man, don’t be a dick.” The window was open, a fact you hadn’t realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.

“Nah, I’m serious. You can’t come in.”

You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still weren’t sure what he’d told the buyers.

“Look, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Fez? Fez? I’ve had a really fucked up day, alright? It’s been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?” The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when she’d beg you to go buy booze with the fake she’d had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.

“I ain’t gon’ help you kill yourself, Rue.” His silence was deafening. “I’m sorry but you can’t be comin’ over here no more. Just go home.”

“Don’t! Fez, don’t close the-” you heard the click of the door. “Fuck! Fez-” Rue banged her fist against the storm door, “open the fucking door, please? I’m begging you, just open the door.” In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rue’s next words.

“Fez! You’re full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You’re a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldn’t have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!”

During Rue’s rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions you’d ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t do it-” He whispered against your skin, and you couldn’t fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.

“Open the door, open the door, open the door!” The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what she’d said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. “Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! I’m so serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.”

“I’m sorry.”

She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. “You fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! C’mon man…”

Wordlessly, you took Fez’s hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.

The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. “I just…don’t know how to help her, ya know?” Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

“She’s an addict, Fez. And you’re a dealer. You can’t control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but there’s only so much you can do.”

“I know.” He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. “Thank you for being here.” After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.

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rainforest-daisies · 6 months

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Day 26|Lingerie

Character: Maddy Perez x afab!reader

Tags: lingerie, insecurity, kinda hurt-comfort, praise, Maddy being a great girlfriend

A/n: guys me and Maddy are actually sapphic lovers, you GOTTA believe me🙏

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The bright red cloth laid against your soft skin, hands trembling with nervousness as maddy waited outside the bathroom. Your eyes scanned over every flaw in the mirror, picking at the lace of the panties, breath beginning to get ragged.

The sound of her voice made you jump, a gentle knock accompanying the soft words, “need any help, babe?” A lack of an answer prompted her to cautiously open the door, taking in the sight of your exposed body strapped in lace and frill. Her speechless features were quickly changed to worried ones as she saw the tears welling in your eyes, it broke her heart.

She quickly shuffled herself through the doorway, closing the heavy door behind herself, excited to get a closer look at your figure.

You saw flaws, dozens of them.

She saw a living goddess standing in her sight of view.

The silk nightgown that hugged her body brushed against your exposed skin as her arms wrapped around you, soft fabric causing goosebumps to form. A sweet smile graced her lips, the hand that rested on your jaw had began moving downwards. “I wish you saw your body the way I do.” her fingers made contact with your clit, drawing figure 8’s around it without any warning.

“And, I love looking at you when you moan out like this.” Her fingers sped up against your bud, intently watching each face of pleasure you made, “I love all of your curves, even the ones you don’t like.” Her finger trailed up the back of the garter strap, holding your body balanced by the back of your thigh, only a few feet from the cold counter.

“Especially the ones you don’t like.”

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thequeendesi · 1 year

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Stupid

Title: Stupid

Alt Title: Watch Your Mouth

Warning; sex, p in v, agressive, dominance, grabbing, cussing, porn w a plot

Disclaimer: I don’t own you, or the euphoria franchise however I own the writing

Rating: MA

Word Count: 1309

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You scoffed as you dropped your phone on the table. “I’m always fuckin’ ridiculous. It’s always me.”

“Because it is you!” You shouted at Fez, walking behind him as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment you, his brother and he shared. “You’re doing a fucking deal at a damn high school party!” You pinched your nose, leaning against the door frame. “Fezco, we'll go to big people's jail!”

“I can fuckin’ handle myself! I don’t need your loud ass shoutin’ at me for shit for no damn reason.” Fez returned your previous scoff, opening the fridge to grab a Budweiser. “No damn reason? No damn reason?” You asked him, voice raising the second time you asked. Fezco took a deep breath and closed the fridge, taking a swig of the beer as he leaned against the fridge.

“I’m tryna keep your ass out of jail! And you’re too damn stupid to get your head out of your ass.” You pointed at him. “Don’t call me stupid.” He said shortly, a warning. Maybe stupid wasn’t the right word, you knew Fezco was aware of his risks and what he was doing. But you also were aware of the fact that if he goes to jail, everything is fucked.

“Don’t fucking act stupid.” You shot back, arms falling to your sides.

His jaw tightened as he nodded. His head leaned back as he continued to down his drink in four sips. He placed his now empty glass on the counter as he walked over to you.

His hand grabbed your jaw. Index, middle and ring on your cheek, palm covering your mouth as his pinky rested under your chin and your thumb on your other cheek. His grip was firm, but didn’t necessarily hurt.

“Watch your mouth babygirl.“ He said, beer on his breath. “I ain’t got any problems usin’ your mouth for what it’s best.” Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened.

Your breath was caught in your throat. He wasn’t covering your nose, you could breathe just fine. But this sudden dominance from Fez was unexpected.

He has been dominant in bed before, but as the longer you two date, the more vanilla he’d become. Sex was good, but ever since you two began living together rather than ‘getting it when you can’, the sexual fire seemed to just dull.

You pulled your head back from his grip, which wasn’t hard at all. “Make me.”

Fez closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a short laugh escaped his lips. “Such a damn brat.” He shook his head, looking down at you.

His fingers moved to the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as you lowered to your knees by his force.

You looked up at him as he used his free hand to undo his jeans, slipping them down to the middle of his thighs, he freed his member from his black jeans. You looked at it as he gripped it in his hand, a little over seven and a half inches with a girth that still had the ability to hurt if you two go without for a while. Precum leaked from the head of Fez’s dick.

“Open that pretty little mouth babygirl.” He ordered, his fingers moving from your hair to your chin. Your mouth opened as you stuck your tongue out.

“That’s a good girl.” He whispered, tapping his cock on your tongue. “Such a good girl.” He moved his hand once more, to the top of the back of your head.

Your hand grabbed the base of his cock as your lips wrapped around his head. Your eyes closed as you bobbed your head, moving your hand to cover what your mouth can’t.

“Just like that, pretty girl.” His praises slipped from his lips as you continued to bob your head, his fingers gripping your hair, using his hand to make a makeshift hair tie. “Fuck.” He sighed.

You focused the attention on the tip of his cock, tightening your hand grip a little and pumping your hand a little more.

You sucked, your eyes looking up at him managing to catch his head back. He swallowed hard as he pulled your hair, your lips making a popping noise you let go of his cock.

“Wha-“

“Don’t fuckin’ speak.” He said, letting go of your hair as he pulled you up by your arm pits. He moved you to the counter of the kitchen.

His hands grabbed your shoulders as he turned you around, bending you over as your tummy rested on the counter.

You moved your arms to prop your self up on the counter, crossing over each other as he left go of your shoulders. You looked over your shoulders.

His hands traced your sides as he made his way down the the hem of your skirt, a tight black skirt that normally drives him crazy, and tonight wasn’t an exception.

His fingers hooked under it as he pulled it up. “You’re so damn soaked.” He noted, you knew he was talking ab the fact that your wetness seeped through your pink thong and it definitely made a print.

His index finger hooked the thong at your pussy and pulled it to the side.

“Your pussy is just crying for this dick, ain’t it baby?” He asked you, his hand gripped his cock as he rubbed it through your folds, coating the tip with your dripping juices.

“You can speak.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked, pushing the head into you slightly.

“Yes sir.”

“Such a good girl.” He whispered to you, lips on your ear as his hands grip your waist as his cock sinks deeper into your right cunt.

Your breath catches in your throat as you dropped your head to rest on your arms. “Shit…” you muttered, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. “You’re gonna break it, ma. Relax.” He says into your ear, his hips pressed against yours as he fills you. “You’re taking your dick so good.” He kissed your neck.

You breathed out the moan you were holding. He pulled away from your neck as he stood right, his hips pulling away from yours slowly as he pulled nearly all the way out.

He pushed back into you, then pulled away slowly once more. His hand moved to the middle of your back as he pushed down a little, forcing a little bit of an arch as his pace began to quicken, moans coming from the both of you.

“Fuck baby…” you whimpered out, picking your head up from your arms, eyes clenched closed as he began to fuck you mercilessly.

You gripped your arms as you felt him torture your g-spot. Your body jerking a little every time he pushes it.

“Right there?” He asked you. You nodded, moans becoming the only thing you can do.

“Ma, I’m not gon’ last to much longer…” He said, hips snapping against yours, the sound of your squelching pussy, his balls smacking your clit, and the moans from the both of you being the only noises to be heard.

“Fuck baby… I’m about to cum…” you moaned out. “Cum all over your cock, ma.” He ordered, and as if a band snapped, you came hard on his cock.

A loud, strangled moan-type sob escaped you as his hips slapped against yours. “That’s right, such a good girl.” He groaned, his cum painting your insides. “Fuck..” he whispered to himself as he rode out the two of your own highs.

Your breathing shook as you laid your head back down and his head rested between your shoulder blades.

He pulled out of you and fixed your thong. “Ready to shower?” He asked, picking you up over his shoulder.

You laughed a little and went limp in his arms. “Yes. Definitely.”

#fezco imagine #fezco smut #fezco fanfic #fezco one shot #fezco o'neill #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fez x reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria imagines #des’ writing #desi’s writing #desi’s oneshot #euphoria fez x reader

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godblesslanarey · 2 months

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godblesslanarey masterlist

euphoria

- maddy perez

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- nate jacobs

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- lexi howard

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- cassie howard

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- samantha

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celebrities

- jacob elordi

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- alexa demie

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- sydney sweeney

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- james franco

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miscellaneous

- felix catton

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- franco!harry osborn

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- daniel desario

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thursdayygrrrl · 2 years

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In Sickness and in Health

⌦ .｡.:*♡

Maddy and Cassie are not married yet but they are definitely there for each other, in sickness and in health.

#ky writes!#oneshot #fanfic #euphoria #euphoria oneshot #euphoria fanfic #fluff #maddy perez #cassie howard #massie #maddy x cassie #maddy perez x cassie howard #wlw #sickfic #my babygirls <3

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yoo6ngi · 1 year

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but i’m smarter now, working harder now - i ain’t checking up on you.

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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She Is The Cause Of My Euphoria

Author's Note: Old but cute one shot from my documents as I'm going through it all. I saved so much info on brainstorms and ideas, it's overwhelming lol. This is to hold you as I edit Bangtan Gal! :) also did they get rid of line break? Jeesh things changed on here. I'm readjusting.

Oneshot Summary: Jennie (OC) gets a surprise while watching her boyfriend on stage performing Euphoria. (Jungkook x OC fluff)

Words: 600+

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The Love Yourself tour has been a success so far as they were now here in the States, where Jen was the most excited. The concert was underway in Fort Worth and she chose this day to DJ for the concert.

She sat at the booth, getting a front-row seat to the members performing unless she had to perform or go change. Currently, she was seated, watching Jungkook perform Euphoria. She couldn’t figure out why but he just looked happier than usual tonight as he danced in that white outfit of his. He looked like a prince tonight.

Her prince.

Every time she watched him perform, she was in awe at how stable his vocals were while dancing.

‘I love this man, so much…’ she happily thought.

The fancams were surely enjoying Jen’s bright smile as she watched him, being the proud girlfriend that she was. ARMY gushed over how cute she looked tonight as they found her adorable reactions to his performance very relatable.

Being in a playful mood, she decided to use Snapchat and film him performing with a funny filter around him to get back at him for pranking her earlier.

With Jungkook, since the song started, he had begun to constantly glance over to where she was seated. Every time he sang this song, he thought of her. All that they have been through and how happy she made him. Despite everything that happened with the dating scandal during their last comeback, things were going to be all right. With her on his mind, he decided to switch up the lyrics for the chorus.

Take my hands now

Jen is the cause of my euphoria

It took nearly seconds for ARMY to confirm what he had just said to begin screaming as a smile came across his face. Meanwhile, Jen’s stomach dropped as soon as she heard her name and she quickly looked up to make sure she heard him correctly.

Take my hands now

She is the cause of my euphoria

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down, struggling to keep that smile off her face.

Was this planned? Got her over here all in her feelings. Fansites were having a field day filming her looking a bit shy and giddy at his lyrics.

Close the door now

When I’m with her, I’m in utopia

‘This guy…’ she thought as she let out a giggle.

As the song went on, she looked down at her phone to check out the photos she had taken of him so far. But then she heard the crowd’s screams get louder than usual for his performance. Confused, she sets her phone down and looks up to see what the commotion is. And then she saw that Jungkook was walking towards her.

Wide-eyed, she was curious and a bit nervous about what he was about to do. First, it was the lyrics change, now what did he have planned?

As soon as he approached her, he smiled lovingly and gently held her hands as she stood up. He then began to sing to her instead and her face was on fire from his sudden actions.

jeogi meolliseo badaga deullyeo

kkumeul geonneoseo supul neomeoro

“Jungkook…” she laughed softly as tears developed in her eyes. “Oh my gosh…”

Take my hands now

You are the cause of my euphoria

Once he hit his angelic high note while gazing right at her, it brought her to tears. A chorus of awwwws was heard from ARMY when they noticed that she was crying. After wiping her tears with his thumb, he placed one of her hands over his heart while he resumed serenading her.

And I love you

You are the cause of my euphoria

He never ceased to make her feel so special, even in front of ARMY after they went public.

When I’m with you, I’m in utopia

After singing the last note, he couldn’t help himself as he gently lifted her chin, leaning down to kiss her softly. Drowning out those thunderous screams from the crowd, all that he focused on was her as the lights went out.

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook x oc #BTS #Euphoria #jungkook oneshot #bts fluff #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts 8th member #smol oneshot #bangtan boys

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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How would Kon react to Tim calling him baby girl (romantic styles) for the first time?

blushing to the roots of his hair while vehemently denying that he's blushing + calling tim a total cheeseball and weirdo (tim is not fooled. tim has never looked smugger)

#tfw your boyfriend oneshots you in the gender euphoria unexpectedly #timkon #summerbummin

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runawayolives · 3 months

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So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."

#runawayolives #x reader #euphoria #nate jacobs #nate jacobs x reader #baby daddy #jacob elordi #x you #dad!nate jacobs #euphoria hbo #Jacob elordi x you #jacob elordi imagine #jacob elordi x reader #baby daddy universe #baby daddy ask #nate jacobs oneshot #Nate jacobs imagine

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writing-with-emy · 1 year

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120 Prompts (sorted)

40 prompts for each (fluff ; Angst & Funny)

All my prompt lists in one place: 🪽🪽

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Fluff:

#01 - “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” ; “You are the WORST at this comfort thing.” #02 - “This? These tears? They are not a weakness. They show how strong you are and how strong you’ve been. And when you’re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible.” #03 - “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.” #04 - “Why are you still here?” ; “Because I care about you, you asshole.” #05 - “On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?” ; “Off the charts. Let’s do it.” #06 - “Take my Hand.” ; “Why?” ; “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” #07 - “What we have, it’s not love. Not romantic love anyways. It’s comfort.” #08 - “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?” #09 - “Good. Judge me. Take apart every word I’ve ever said, strip me of every action I’ve ever taken. Then know, for certain, that means it when I tell you that I love you.” #10 - “Unless I screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.” ; “Well you better not mess this up.” #11 - “Keep your sorry’s for when you need them and never apologize for doing the right thing, no matter who tells you otherwise. Even me.” #12 - “I never said ‘Thank you’, did I?” ; “For What?” ; “For… Well… Everything.” #13 - “I’ve discovered I love you.” ; “When did you discover this?” ; “Since all my decisions started to revolve around you.” #14 - “They look good together. Odd, but good.” #15 - “I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you.” #16 - “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” ; “Yes.” ; “What if I just break his nose a little?” #17 - “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second. Because if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” #18 - “You’re not that easy to find, you know that?” #19 -”You know you’re my favorite, right?” ; “I better be.” #20 - “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way they watch you, how they whisper when you appear. They think you’re going to save them.” #21 - “Isn’t he cute?” ; “Who?” ; “____” ; “I’m worried about you.” #22 - “Those things you said yesterday… did you mean them?” #23 - “Why are you doing that?” ; “Doing what?” ; “Treating me like a person.” #24 - “Why are you staring at me like that?” ; “I think I just… finally understood you.” #25 - “Bring home all of them.” ; “But-” ; “All. Of. Them.” #26 - “I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” ; “I didn’t either.” #27 - “Hey! Those are mine!” ; “Not anymore!” #28 - “I’m really nervous.” ; “Why’s that?” ; “...I’ve never danced before.” #29 - “You love her don’t you?” ; “Was it that obvious?” #30 - “Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.” #31 - “Here, lay down in my lap.” #32 - “I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?” #33 - “I’m not going anywhere.” #34 - “You make me feel save.” #35 - “You’re my family.” #36 - “I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” #37 - “You don’t ever have to petrend. Not with me. Not ever.” #38 - “I trust you. More than anyone else.” #39 - “You don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.” #40 - “I don’t like ____. I like you.”

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Angst:

#01 - “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?” #02 - “You're changing.” ; “So is the rest of the world.” #03 - “You have to die in order to live, and I had to live in order to die.” #04 - “I met Evil when I was only a child.” #05 - “You are about to die! Aren’t you scared!” ; “I’m used to it by now.” #06 - “You only did what’s best for you.” #07 - “Keep your sorry’s for when you need them and never apologize for doing the right thing, no matter who tells you otherwise. Even me.” #08 - “Good. Judge me. Take apart every word I’ve ever said, strip me of every action I’ve ever taken. Then know, for certain, that means it when I tell you that I love you.” #09 - “You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you should shame me for living with mine.” #10 - “I’m not your little girl anymore.” #11 - “We’re going home,” she finally whispered “we’re finally going home.” #12 - “I can’t exactly help you if you won’t let me.” #13 - “It’s time for you to pick a side, either your with us, or against us.” #14 - “People make their own decisions. And sometimes, they decide to go for a while. And sometimes, it takes time to understand why.” #15 - “There’s nothing to lose, when you’re lonely and friendless.” #16 - “What’s going to happen to them?” ; “Nothing you can change.” #17 - “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second. Because if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” #18 - “Those things you said yesterday…did you mean them?” #19 - “The saddest thing about betrayal isn’t how you got betrayed, but by who.” #20 - “Of course I still love you. But trusting you is a different question.! #21 - “I won’t let you die.” ; “I don’t think that’s how it works.” ; “I am Death, honey. I decide how it works.” #22 - “Stop telling me you’re okay.” #23 - “You’re doing the right thing.” ; “Then why does it feel so wrong to me?” #24 - “You give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. I’ve seen it. I know who you are.” #25 - “I- I can’t stop it, I’m sorry…” ; “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve got you.” #26 - “How dare you! I.. I Trusted you!” ; “Sweet, naive little girl/Boy/child. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier.” #27 - “You know I’ll win.” ; “And you know I’ll fight.” #28 - “Why are you staring at me like that?” ; “I think I just… finally understood you.” #29 - “DId you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?” #30 - “It’s okay to cry.” You held his/her face in your hands. “It’s okay.” #31 - “There’s no Happy ending to this, right?” ; “Not likely, no.” #32 - “You say you’re my family. But where were you when I was hurt, when I needed someone, when I needed you? You weren’t here, but they were. Always.” #33 - “Why are you doing that?” ; “Doing what?” ; “Treating me like a person.” #34 - “Who are we to each other?” ; “You tell me.” #35 - “Let this be a dream, I can’t take it if it’s reality.” #36 - “I mean yeah, I didn’t need my heart anyway. Who cares it it breaks?” #37 - “You don’t scare me. Your anger scares me.” #38 - “If you’re going to break my heart, can we do it outside?” ; “But it’s raining.” ; “That way I can go all-in on my melodramatic movie moment.” #39 - “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know… fall in love with me.” #40 - “You love her don’t you?” ; “Was it that obvious?”

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#01 - “Allow me to introduce myself.” ; “Umm, isn’t it a bit late for that?” #02 - “That’s definitely not true.” ; “Of course it is. I read it on WIKIpedia.” #03 - “YES COOKIE-” ; “-s that are for your sister/brother/sibling , hands off.” ; “You made her/him/them cookies and not me?!” #04 - “Are you Insane?” ; “Do you really want me to answer that?” #05 - “You really think this is a smart Idea?” ; “Nope.” ; “Good. I’d be concerned if you did.” #06 - “How do we keep getting into these situations?” ; “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.” #07 - “Where is the Idiot, anyway?” ; “I’m right here.” ; “Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time.” #08 - “Do you trust her?” ; “No… but I trust her anger.” #09 - “We’re lost.” ; “No we aren’t!” ; “Yes we are!” ; “No we aren’t!” ; “Fine then - Mr./Mrs. Navigator, where are we?” ; “Err… uh, we are… right here.” #10 - “Your arm is bleeding.” ; “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know.” #11 - “Are you sober?” ; “I’m moderately functional.” ; “I’ll take that as a no.” #12 - “What’s our exit strategy?” ; “Our what?” ; “Oh my god, we’re all going to die.” #13 - “Watch your mouth kid. You are one sentence away from starting a war.” #14 - “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” ; “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.” #15 - “Hey! Watch it! You’re scaring her!” ; “ME scaring HER!?” #16 - “I Don’t like saying, ‘I told you so’, but-” ; “The hell you don’t, it’s your favorite phrase.” #17 - “Just because you are speaking in a different language, doesn’t mean that I don’t know when you are cursing me out.” #18 - “Did you get my note?” ; “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.” #19 - “I think I actually hate you.” ; “yeah I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” #20 - “You look very nice tonight, I love your-” ; “What do you want?” #21 - “It’s a long story.” ; “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.” #22 - “I feel like I’m being stabbed.” ; “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?” #23 - “How on earth do you open a girl’s diary lock?” ; “Trust me, I got this. I had sisters growing up.” #24 - “You are the worst human being on the face of the planet” ; “Aw, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” #25 - “You are all remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” #26 - “You’re not my favorite Person today.” ; “I’m not your favorite person on any day.” #27 - “Just take a deep breath or something!” ; “TAKE A DEEP BREATH!? it feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT!” #28 - “I hate you” ; “Why? I’m lovely.” #29 - “What the hell kind of noise was that?” ; “I sneezed.” ; “That was NOT a sneeze.” #30 - “I don’t want to look like a princess, I want to look like a formerly evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good.” ; “You read too much.” ; “Damn right I do.” #31 - “I thought you said you knew how to get inside!?” ; “Yeah, well, that was a lie.” #32 - “Hold on; you died.” ; “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.” #33 - “Are you there?” ; “Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable.” #34 - “We can’t just steal it!” ; “Of course not! We’ll just borrow it for a little while…while they aren’t looking.” #35 - “Ten years of friendship and this is the treatment I get.” ; “I met you yesterday!” #36 - “Can I keep it?” ; “No.” ; “Pleeease!” ; “...fine.” #37 - “So what’s your plan?” ; “My plan was to follow your plan!” #38 - “Why are your hands purple?” ; “That’s a very good question.” #39 - “What are you doing up at four in the morning?” ; “I might ask you the same thing.” #40 - “This is the worst plan ever.” ; “Why? Because I made it?” ; “Yes.”

#my prompts #fanfiction prompts #oneshot prompts #dialouge prompts #fic prompts #euphoria imagines #stranger things imagine #outer banks imagine

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