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sirenologyyy · 22 days

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EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT LOVE !

୨ৎ summary : wherein singer!reader books her next role in the ballad of songbirds and snakes after starring in the third highest-grossing movie of all time called avatar: the way of water, and falls for the bad guy... of course

୨ৎ warnings : cussing, that's pretty much it HEHEEHEH

୨ৎ author's note : YA'LL I've never seen laufey as a faceclaim in these before she's gorgeous. Also, your character in atwow is named Magnolia Quaritch, you're in Daisy Jones and The Six as a Jazz singer named Vienna Cartwright and a character in House of The Dragon named Theadosia Baratheon.

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yourusername the sexy skxawngs are SO back 🤩🙏🔥

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jackchampion DUDEEE YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GUNNA POST THAT PIC OF ME

⤷ yourusername obviously I lied

user1 NAWW YA'LL ARE SO CUTE

user2 OMGGG your boots are giving

user3 average brother and sister dynamic

user4 HELLO DON'T TELL ME Y/N AND JACK PLAY SIBLINGS IN AVATAR????

⤷ user3 HELP yeah they do they're quaritch's kids and they're stepsiblings, y/n's character is named magnolia she was born on pandora like three or four years before spider was

⤷ user4 they barely look alike HELP

⤷ jackchampion no because we keep saying that too

⤷ yourusername @/slang_711 your response 🎤🎤🎤

user4 naw HAHAAHAHA

rachelzegler YA'LL ARE SO CUTEEE

⤷ yourusername MWAH

jamieflatters what is that picture of me

⤷ yourusername my finger slipped

⤷ jamieflatters this is an injustice

⤷ yourusername mb I'm sorry

⤷ jamieflatters you know you aren't

baileybass no because that day in london was so fun omggg

yourusername especially when it started raining and we all were just running around like headless chickens and we took cover inside that empty ambulance

⤷ jackchampion and then I totally didn't fall getting out

⤷ baileybass lies

⤷ yourusername falsehoods

⤷ jamieflatters these people deserve the truth jackson

user5 UGH y/n's so pretty I wish she was real :/

user1 frl I wish pretty people were real

user6 jack eating dino nuggies and mac and cheese with a coke sends me

⤷yourusername I have a folder on my phone with 18 seperate photos of jack eating the same meal over the course of filming atwow

⤷ jackchampion WHAT???

⤷ yourusername my lil bro 😔

⤷ user6 PUAHAAHAGAHSHS

⤷ jackchampion girl bye I'm literally 6 feet tall

⤷ yourusername nobody asked jack

⤷ jamieflatters yeah jack

ayoedibiri I miss you 😔

⤷ yourusername I miss YOU

user7 MAGNOLIA QUARITCH 🔛🔝

user8 if magnolia quaritch has a million fans I'm one of them, if she has a hundred fans I'm one of them, if she had 0 fans I'm DEAD

hunterschafer looking tew good babes x

⤷ yourusername ure too kind 🫡 🫶

user9 HELPPP BECAUSE JAMIE'S FACE IN THE BEGGINING

⤷ yourusername he tried gochujang for the first time

⤷ jackchampion top 10 worst anime fails

user7 I think you cropped me outta some of these babes 💋

user8 imagine breathing the same air as y/n y/l/n is rn like I cannot imagine 😔

user10 y/n what's ur favorite hot wheels car

user11 come home the kids miss you 😔

user12 can magnolia come and dissect me like that bladder polyp 30 minutes into the movie

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yourusername show our girl mira sage baird some love, the ballad of songbirds and snakes out now November 17th!

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user1 STOP STOP STOP

user2 THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY SHE'S PLAYING MIRA SAGE

rachelzegler welcome to the rodeo big sis 🎹🎶✨️

⤷ yourusername let's fcking do this thing

user3 im literally screaming crying and throwing up right now OMFG RACHEL JUST CALLED Y/N BIG SIS

user4 STOP BCS I just finished reading tbosas yesterday

user5 OH MY FUCKING GOD MIRA PLAYING THE PIANOOOO

user6 these stills are everything to me

jackchampion SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU 🙌

⤷ yourusername #1 WINGMAN FRL 💯

user7 her first freaking role was literally playing stephen lang's daughter in a james cameron film, then immediately booking the role of serafyna freaking baratheon in house of the dragon, then playing a jazz singer in daisy jones and the six, NOW SHE'S IN THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES???

user8 no one's doing it like her frl

user1 "OUR GIRL MIRA SAGE BAIRD" WHAT IF I START SOBBING

user5 like hello I'm never getting over this tf 😭💔💔💔

user3 Y/N Y/L/N THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

tomblyth hey nightingale

⤷ yourusername wsp gent

user9 OH MY FUCKING GOD NO ONE TALK TO ME RIGHT NOWWWWWWW

⤷ user3 DID THEY JUST CALL EACHOTHER BY THEIR NICKNAMES OH LORD

user5 they saw an opportunity and took it

ashleyjliao oh ya'll are not READYYYY

user11 TOM BLYTH AND Y/N Y/L/N NATION RISE

user8 IM LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW HOLY SHITTTTTTTT??@@?@?!!?!,#*#(

⤷ user1 someone time this exact moment these two made frickin history tonight

⤷ user6 I'm so glad I stayed up for this holy shit

⤷ user8 it's literally 5:39 am for me rn I literally have to defend a thesis in 3 hours and I am wide awake bouncing around my dorm

⤷ yourusername oh babes get some sleep 😭 (good luck on your thesis btw you're gunna kill it! 💓)

⤷ user8 IM GOING TO BED RN MISS MA'AM 🫡

⤷ user10 replying to user8 NAW GIRL I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE REPLIED TO YOU

⤷ user8 replying to user10 IT CAN ONLY GO DOWNHILL FROM HERE DUDE

user7 I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MOMENT OMFGDYDHDU

baileybass can't wait 🤍

⤷ yourusername I love you so much bai bai 🫶🏼

user12 oh my FUCK is that the scene where sejanus and mira have that conversation outside the hob???

⤷ user9 OH THERE'S NO WAY

⤷ user13 STOP WE'RE FINALLY GETTING THE "you're everything I could ever have wanted" SCENE

⤷user9 AAAAAAAAA I CAN'T WAIT OH MY GOD?!?!?

⤷ user6 UGHDGDFC MY SEJMIRA HEARTTTTTTT 😭💗

⤷ user3 I apologise for the person I will become once I see Sejanus and Mira at my local theatre

⤷ hunterschafer me neither

⤷ user3 HUNTER'S A SEJMIRA SHIPPER CONFIRMED?????

⤷ user6 hunter I love you

⤷user3 HUNTER SHIPS SEJMIRA YA'LL HEARD IT HERE FIRST 🗣🗣🗣

⤷user12 NO BECAUSE IF WE'RE GETTING THE HOB SCENE THEN THE CLIFF SCENE IS 3 DAYS AFTER...

⤷user13 oh...

⤷ user1 I DON'T THINK I WILL SURVIVE THIS

⤷ user2 yeah and neither does-

⤷ user8 NAWWW STFU @/user2

⤷user12 don't even go there @/user2

⤷user10 GET THE HELL OUT @/user2

⤷ user10 DONT EVEN CONTINUE THAT SENTENCE @/user2

joshandresrivera prepare to have your knocks socked off

⤷yourusername oh they dunno what's COMING

⤷ rachelzegler stop because tell me why I was sobbing even more than you were while you were performing mira sage's song 😭

⤷ yourusername we were inconsolable that day 😭😭😭 i think even Tom was tearing up too

⤷ tomblyth no you're wrong there was a busted pipe above my spot it kept leaking into my eye

⤷yourusername sure honey.

user14 NAWWWW ☝️☝️☝️

user15 someone check up on tom if he's still breathing cuz if y/n fucking y/l/n ever called me honey I'd be GONEEEEEEE

user16 @/tomblyth are u alright pal

⤷ joshandresrivera his eyes were literally irritated when I looked at him during our first initial take

⤷tomblyth nice going josh

⤷ yourusername rachel never let him go

⤷ rachelzegler duly noted

user17 y/n y/l/n as mira sage baird oh someone up there is looking out for me frl

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rachelzegler new york, new york - Frank Ocean

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joshandresrivera alright I see how it is

⤷ rachelzegler it's not you, it's me?

yourusername I'm coming after your entire career Joshua

tomblyth I asked if you wanted to go hang out in new york with me and you told me you were busy?

⤷ yourusername but I was 😁

⤷ rachelzegler get in line blyth

⤷ tomblyth I'm devastated, truly

⤷ yourusername it's not my fault I'm incredibly sought after, I'm sorry Tom

⤷ hunterschafer go tell 'em honey!!!

⤷ yourusername better luck next time @/tomblyth

⤷ tomblyth there's still a next time?

⤷yourusername For you? Always

⤷tomblyth I'm the luckiest man alive, I feel like I'm going to soar out of my flat any minute now, maybe do somersaults in the sky I'm not sure, we'll see.

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user1 not Tom Blyth being down bad

user2 HELLO??? TOM???

user3 why do they sound so flirty wtf...

user4 dosen't Tom have a gf HELPPPP

user5 I don't think it's confirmed

⤷ user4 it better not be cuz why am I kinda eating this up

user6 NO BCS SAME ADFSDGSJSSHZ

lionsgate our favorite sister duo 💕

⤷ yourusername iktr 🙏

⤷ rachelzegler this is a WIN

user7 OH WE NEED THOSE DIGICAM PICS RNNNN

user8 @/yourusername LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN ‼️‼️‼️

user9 Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK

user10 THERE'S NO WAY I WAS 5 MINS AWAY FROM THAT RESTAURANT AND DIDN'T GO THERE 😭😭😭

user11 y/n l/n and rachel zegler my bestfriends

user12 HELP THE TEXT WITH Y/N AND RACHEL IM CREASING

⤷ user11 IKR THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS

⤷ user10 I wonder if she actually got the Lucy Gray barbie

⤷ yourusername everywhere we went it was sold out 😭

⤷ user12 NAHHH QUEEN YOU DESERVE SM BETTER

user3 @/tomblyth you might wanna get onto that

⤷ user5 @/tomblyth GET THIS GIRL HER LUCY GRAY BARBIE

⤷ user4 @/tomblyth YK WHAT TO DO

user14 HAHAHAAYAH NOT YA'LL TAGGING HIMMM 😭😭😭

user15 I know Y/N was mourning for that spilt coffee

⤷ rachelzegler OH YOU BEST BELIEVE SHE WAS DISTRAUGHT

user16 and they were thrifting too UGH I wanna be able to go thrifting with y/n and rachel

⤷ user14 I wonder who got those cowboy boots

⤷yourusername actually we both saw it at the same time but I ended up giving it to Rachel because I'm a wonderful person! (and we totally didn't fight over it inside goodwill!)

rachelzegler 😭😭😭

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tomblyth HG film dump. We had our flaky croissants, our chewy croissants, but alas, not one croissant on earth could live up to these beautiful people. teebosass coming to theaters near you. ❄️❄️❄️

rachelzegler FIRST!!!

rachelzegler ugh blyth you sap

⤷ tomblyth what can I say

ashleyjliao 🥐🥐🥐

yourusername that cucumber salad did not taste as good as you manipulated me into believing

⤷ tomblyth hey you could use the vitamin K, you're welcome ❤️

⤷ yourusername this is what playing a pre tyrannical president of a dystopian world does to you kids

user1 yes mom 🫡

user1 AWWW THE GROUP PIC OF ALL THE MENTORS 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ user2 I'm abt to sob

user3 so excited OMGGG

user2 YA'LL THE CABIN SCENE I WILL NEVER RECOVER...

user4 sofia crying makes me wanna cry too wtf

user5 the tributes and mentors aww

⤷ user3 I'm having that picture framed and put on a pedestal

user6 Y/N getting her own picture is so cute 🫶

user7 holy shit ur right

⤷ user2 replying to user6 she literally got a single picture all to herself while the others were with someone else on every photo

⤷ user8 CHAT WHAT IS GOING AWNNN

user8 no because y/n having her own picture meanwhile everyone else had to share the spotlight is making me think thoughts...

user9 oh twitter's about to blow up and second now

user10 @/y/nsidehoe on twt 🔥🔥🔥

user11 you were amazing in Billy the Kid!

user12 RACHEL IS SO POOKIEEEE

user13 these photos are so well shot though

user14 the tributes all hugging eachother ugh MY HEART

user15 josh's posture is cracking me tf up 😭

⤷ user10 BWHAHAGSSJAJSSJS

user16 10 MINUTES AGK HOLY SHITTTT

user17 y/n's face though HELP ME

user18 Y/N NATION HOW TF ARE WE FEELING???

user19 I don't even wanna speculate anything atp remember what happened to her and Charles Leclerc?

user17 oh NAWWW they were definitely a thing, did you SEE those yacht pics?

user10 it was a shame they never confirmed it though they were so cute 😔

user20 YALL dosen't tom have a gf???

⤷ user18 nothing's confirmed, pretty sure he said him and the girl were good friends in an article somewhere LMFAO

⤷ user8 omg link

⤷ user13 (2)

⤷ user18 hold on dms

user21 josh and rachel have my heart fssss 🫶

user22 y/n nation boutta start shipping them I'm frl calling it

user23 it'll be gone in a week or so then she'll hop onto the next male lead in her next film

⤷ user22 HAAHAHA SHUDDUPPP

⤷ user23 for promo ✨️

⤷ user24 she's doing smth to these men I swear, spiking their drinks, keeping voodoo dolls of em or sumn

⤷ user23 WAIT STOP AHAHSHSAH

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth x yn #laufey lin #coriolanus snow x oc #tom blyth imagine #the ballad of songbirds and snakes soc med au

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taurusgirly · 4 months

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Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy | 2/2 | max verstappen

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yes the title is based on Telephone :)

summary : when the internets fav pop stars ex-boyfriend cheats on her she decides she needs revenge and a certain f1 driver is more than happy to comply.

warnings: fluff, angst? (if you squint), cursing, mentions of cheating

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You roll your eyes at the pathetic messages as you put your phone back in your purse, not bothering to respond. You couldn't believe the audacity he has, especially after the pics went out.

You put him out of your mind and continued to dance. The alcohol flowing in your system as the lights flashing around helped drown out the thoughts of him. You came here with a few of your girlfriends and the goal of possibly not leaving alone.

As you continued to dance you would constantly feel a pair of eyes on you. You waved it off because of course people were looking at you, you looked hot as fuck. You then felt the need to pee and when you got to the bathroom you noticed you were tagged in an Instagram post. Normally you wouldn't look but something told you to see what it was.

"what the actual fuck" you murmured out loud as you looked at the post.

It was more pictures of your ex and some girl but taken literally 10 minutes ago, around the same time he was texting you. You decided you were not standing for this and right as you walked out of the bathroom you saw the perfect chance for a little revenge.

There he was, Max Verstappen, your exes favorite formula one racer. You couldn't believe your luck and, even better, he was looking straight at you.

Deciding to play it cool you dance with your girls close to him, hips swaying, slowly getting closer and closer.

Finally when you both lock eyes, you wink at him, slowly walking to the bar, keeping as much eye contact as possible.

He gets the hint and follows you, a slight blush on his checks that you definitely didn’t miss.

“Y/n right?” he softly asks you

“yeah, max right?” a small smile on your face as you look up at him

“yeah..i - uh, heard what happened with what’s-his-face” he says, not cutting eye contact

you don’t say anything just give him a small smile, your hand going toward his arm. His checks go a little pink at the touch but he doesn’t move.

“you know … you're his favorite driver, mine too of course” you keep the eye contact, slightly tilting your head. You can’t help but smile and the growing blush on his face.

“my ex also loved your music, i do too of course” he says with something almost sultry in his tone

You’ve heard about what happened with his ex, everyone had. As the seconds past it’s like you both understood the unspoken words.

You break the silence as you lean closer. “ you wanna dance?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth he's leading you to the dance floor

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user BESTIE???

user ummmm why does that look like max verstappen????

landonorris I leave you alone for 2 seconds 😐

Y/nL/n 🙃

lilymhe wish that was me

Y/nL/n same :( maxverstappen1 😐 Y/nL/n 😚

user omg omg omg

user bae... who is that man?!?!?!?

Y/nL/n 🤫

user when worlds collide

user UMM THE LAST PIC??

user I KNOWWW user the hands tho....

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venuscrashed · 3 months

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demon brothers x gn!ghosthunter!reader

i just started the game so please don’t come at me/ let me know if you guys want more of this au

warnings: based off phasmophobia, no pronouns used

Word count: about 600 in total

Okay, now imagine the demon brothers with a ghost hunter reader. Who also happens to hunt demons, like in phasmophobia. They wouldn’t know your job at first but once you tell them you can only imagine their reactions.

Lucifer: He would obviously know your job from the start. Although, he was still a bit hesitant to accept you. He was cautious around you, always keeping a close eye on you. Whenever you would grab something he would stiffen but it wasn’t obvious. Later on he would be fine, even joke about it. “MC, is there any chance that you can do your ghost hunting thing on my brothers.” “If you don’t calm down I’ll have MC start an exorcism.”

Mammon: Was literally like whaaat? Thinks it’s really cool, honestly. “Yeah! That's my human kicking ghost's butt.” Would somehow turn it into a money scheme. He would also cling onto you in haunted houses and such. “The Great Mammon ain’t scared. He’s protecting you because you’re not used to ghosts anymore.” Would totally tag along if you were to do some ghost haunting in Diavolo’s castle. “MC how do you use the glow stick?” “AHHHGHGHH it talked to me!” “Mammon it's a spirit box, it’s supposed to do that.”

Levi: If you stream it he would totally watch it. Would see you when you arrive and be like “OMD you’re that streamer that does ghost hunting!” Instantly becomes your number one fan. Would think you’re really brave considering he can’t talk to regular people. He hides and blushes whenever he sees you be brave…or see you in general. Plays phasmophobia with you, and is really good. He would be an expert at ghost chases and looping. One second into the house “It’s a Yurei. Let’s gag and go.” Becomes more of a professional then you.

Satan: When he first met you he felt some sort of nostalgia, like you two have crossed paths before. It isn’t until he sees your scar or necklace that his cult wears. It’s inevitable that you would come across satanic worshippers and be sacrificed, or be one. Asks you questions and even gives you tips. Gives you full permission to summon him if his cult members mess with you again. Would tag along on your ghost hunters and probably remember all of their traits. “It’s an Oni. The airball event tells me enough.”

Asmo: Again if you stream he would totally watch. Would totally brag about your guys' friendships. Would even post a pic of you two and caption it “Demon x Demon hunter: the best couple” if you two were dating. Would only tag along to act scared and hide behind you just so you can protect him and be brave. “Oh~ MC. It’s scary in here, the ghost keeps scaring me.” “Asmo you're literally a demon.”

Beel: Is like “oh.” He understands why you hunt ghosts but doesn’t really see the point. Would be like “I can protect you.” Would totally watch your streams while he eats, especially if they’re hours long. If he tags along he stays close to you so he can protect you. Would totally be the man in the van. He’s sitting there eating while watching the camera for dots. I feel like he would be good at motion sensors and para mic. Has good intuition to, “It’s the twins.” “Beel we haven't even been here for a minute.” “It reminds me of Belphie and me.”

Belphie: Would hate you more than he originally did. “Did Lucifer choose you to spite me?” Would complain about you for so long “But they’re dangerous.” Once he warms up to you he’ll joke about it. “Can you get rid of Lucifer with your demon experience.” IF he tagged along he would sleep in the van next to Beel. Maybe I would bring you the supplies but nothing past that. Don’t tell him you know but he plays your stream in the background to sleep. If he stays awake he is fully immersed into it and even laughs when you get scared.

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x male reader #Demon brothers x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #x ftm reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x female y/n #x female reader #venuscrashed

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natailiatulls07 · 7 months

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The golden trio Pt 7

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - swearing, arguing, Lando being toxic

A/n - Ik I said 2pm but I finished college early sooo early post!!! 🥳 I hope you like it!!!!

The golden trio

carlossainz55

Soft launch? 😒 Hard launch? 🥵

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username Mommy? Daddy?

username Wait because this actually works ngl 🤭

charles_leclerc Keep it pg please!!

= yourusername No.

= charles_leclerc 🖕🏻

username Isn’t he 29? And she’s 22??

= username Yeah so?

= username Just a bit weird in my opinion

username A stunning pair!!

yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

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Wtf! What is wrong with you??!

Wdym? I don’t know what you’re on about 😐

Oh fuck off, mate yes you do

Oh you mean dating Y/n?

Yeah wtf! That’s my girlfriend!

*ex girlfriend

You cheated, she moved on. Simple as that

Look I don’t know what you’re playing at but I don’t find it funny

I’m not playing at anything, just giving a girl what she deserves

Look I have to go, I have a date. See you!

You’re a cunt! You know that right? A real asshole

landonorris posted a story

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Shut up 🙄

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username The rainbow top!! 😍

username 🔥🔥🔥

maxverstappen1 When did you take that pic??

= yourusername I don’t know 🤷🏼‍♀️

username Wait the caption! 😳

username Anyone else see the caption!!

= username Thank you!

charles_leclerc I need bleach for my eyes!!

= maxverstappen1 Sameeee

= yourusername Shut up you teen boys 😒

Twitter

username Can we talk about Lando’s deleted story and Y/n’s instagram caption?!?!?! 😳

username Wait what did Lando say???

username So Lando posted a story saying ‘tired of your bullshit’ and then deleted it but then Y/n posted a photo dump with the caption saying ‘shut up’

username Oh shit!

username Yeah I think they’re both very sour about this whole thing tbh

username But Lando cheated, he has no right to feel sour about her dating Carlos

username IKR!!!

f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris in the Sass Cafe Monaco. According to one of my DMs who talked to him, he said that he’s annoyed with Carlos and Y/n right now. What do you guys think?

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username For fucks sake!

username Right I can see where he’s coming from but Y/n had every right to move on to Carlos

= username Yeah like he lost that chance, and she‘s just getting what she deserves

username I mean it’s his fault it all went to shit in the first place

username Is that the same girl he kissed in his car??

= username Yeah I think it is!

= username Mate he’s making the whole situation worse!! 🤡

f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris and Y/n L/n outside of her apartment block arguing. Some onlookers have said they heard Lando saying “Why? Him of all people!? Come on Y/n, you know the kiss with that girl meant nothing!” It wasn’t long before Y/n started to cry at something Lando had said, what he said we don’t know.

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username I wanna know what he said!! Please!!

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username In public as well!

username OMG I don’t know how to feel 😰

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username Everyone see the Y/n and Lando’s argument???!

username Yeah! I wanna know what they said, like this is crazy!!

username An onlooker heard “Why? Him of all people!? Come on Y/n, you know the kiss with that girl meant nothing!” Said by Lando but that’s it!

username That’s not enough!!!!

username I was in Monte Carlo with my family, and we were there. I heard her say “Look Lando, I love you but I can’t trust you after that” She sounded soooo sad 🥺

username Poor girl, she’s just like us!!

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Text (White: Reader) (Red: Charles)

Hey are you alright??

Yeah, I’m just annoyed that everyone is trying to get up in our business

Look me and Max wish we could be there for you rn but yeah…

Ik, it’s okay. You have your jobs to do 🤍

Well facetime us anytime, we don’t mind

Ofc thank you, also tell Max that when you guys come back he needs to sort out his gym equipment it’s mad!!

Will do, bye Bee 🤍

Bye bye Charlie 👋🏻

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for-a-longlongtime · 2 months

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About shooting Triple Frontier, singing Moana songs on set, and The Hat

(disclaimer: this post includes some pap shots at the end, sorry. I'm conflicted about sharing them, even though these are really old at this point, but just given you a heads up in case you want to skip it - I've cropped them to show the hat on Oscar)

I've been meaning to make a post about this sooner, because a while ago I came across the Happy Sad Confused podcast (2019) where Oscar talks about shooting Triple Frontier - and it had some interesting things in it that weren't in the group promo for the movie. E.g. he talks about how he has videos of Pedro and Garrett singing Moana songs while holding assault rifles, "that's quite a bit of a mindfuck" (that tracks, I remember Bella talking about singing Moana songs with Pedro on the TLOU set).

About making the characters their own and bringing the story to the screen:

"There was not a ton of dialogue or backstory that you get to see about these guys. So there was an element of how do you show these people, how do you not make them anonymous? That didn't necessarily just jump out of the page. So a lot of that is trusting JC, and particularly trusting him in the edit. That's where he just, he really shines a lot - you can feel and trust that you can try a bunch of stuff. Things might not go great when you're shooting your production - the other was definitely a lot of like wrestling with ideas and things -, but in the edit, he sticks with it and he stays at it, and he is relentless."

At one point Oscar is asked about the Standard Heating Oil hat in the movie. For those of you who do not know the background story there; several years before Triple Frontier, Oscar worked with JC Chandor on a movie titled A Most Violent Year. He played Abel Morales, a Colombian born businessman who lives in Westchester, NY and owns the Standard Heating Oil company.

And we all know the hat Frankie (Morales...) wears in Triple Frontier:

Josh Horowitz from the Happy Sad Confused podcast is a real movie nerd, so he asked Oscar about it mentioning the JC Chandor Cinematic Universe. Here's what Oscar said:

"I know. That was, I gotta say, that was me, because I was like 'Can I, can I wear the Standard Hat?', and then he [JC] started thinking like 'Yeah, maybe', but then he was like 'It's too much, but Pedro can wear it'. And I was like okay, alright!"

Which brings me to my last point...

We know about those beach pics that were snapped of Oscar, Garrett, Charlie -- and then another set of them with Pedro and Tom Ben -- when they were in Hawaii to shoot Triple Frontier, right? As Oscar mentions in the interview, it seems like someone from the team [I'm assuming he means crew] ended up tipping off the paps for those photo ops.

I just randomly came across a much bigger set of those photos than I've seen before, and my heart suddenly stopped. Because...

...Oscar is wearing Frankie's hat?

Oscar is wearing FRANKIE'S STANDARD HEATING OIL HAT.

I mean.

I know it is/was Oscar's hat first, and I think it was @legendary-pink-dot who mentioned that a bunch of people on the crew had them, but as far as I can see, this was the only moment he was captured wearing it - so I love it. I'm having a moment.

If you haven't heard Oscar on Happy Sad Confused before, check out the podcast here.

tagging some folks for heads up: @sin-djarin @legendary-pink-dot @magpiepills @perotovar @romanarose @penvisions @prolix-yuy @writefightandflightclub @ezrasbirdie @astroboots @pimosworld @alltheglitterandtheroar @nerdieforpedro @wardenparker

ok my brain is asleep at this point, so consider this a tag for everybody

#triple frontier #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund #charlie hunnam #Spotify

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maitanii · 1 year

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TOKYO REVENGERS INSTAGRAM HEADCANONS

an: missed me? I'm back with more shitty headcanons :*

MIKEY

— He likes to post the cringiest stories that you've ever seen on Instagram. You know the Facebook memes that old women post on Instagram? Yeah, that kind of thing.

— The only comments that he receives are Baji's emojis (🤣🤣🤣🤣)

— His feed is made of photos of the Toman founders and blurry photos of his bike.

— He doesn't use Instagram to flirt. He, in fact, doesn't know how to flirt.

DRAKEN

— He doesn't really post anything. Sometimes Emma tags him on a story and he re-posts it, but that's it.

— His feed is made of two photos: one of his bike and one in a mirror with Emma.

— He comments on every single Toman member post with "🔥🔥" or "lol".

BAJI

—Technology grandma.

—He posts 1715 stories per day, and all of them are the same blurry pic of Peke J.

— Feed full of photos. Some better some worse.

— Sometimes he'll post a question sticker, but he doesn't know how to answer them.

— He really tries to flirt through DM's. (Key word: tries)

— One time, a fake profile commented on one of his photos saying "You're HOT 🔥💋 Want to meet🔥?" and he tried to talk to them. Mitsuya is still laughing about it.

CHIFUYU

— Average Instagram user.

— Cute selfies of him and Peke J. Some random cafeteria. Photos of Toman reunions.

—His feed is empty but he does have his stories organized.

— He has flirted more than once through DM's.

— He mostly uses Insta to send memes to Kazutora and Takemichi. I would say Baji but Baji literally doesn't get memes.

KAZUTORA

— Now, this one.

— Feed empty. No profile picture. Stories are made of sad songs and question stickers of "someone wants to talk". Chifuyu answers to them every single time. Baji just goes to his house.

— He has a meme account.

— DM king.

— He also sends Chifuyu screenshots of Mikey's stories. They have loads of inside jokes with them.

MITSUYA

—Inmaculate feed. Best photographer.

— He usually posts photos of Hakkai modeling his designs, Luna and Mana, cups of coffee and his bike.

— His feed doesn't have a lot of photos, but they're enough to know about him and his past.

— He doesn't flirt through DM's.

— He also sends DRAKEN screenshots of Mikey's posts.

HAKKAI

—Instagram king.

— He's a model. What else should I say.

— Whenever he gets tagged by Yuzuha, he reposts the story.

—His feed is made of his professional photos.

— DM's for business enquires.

PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

—These two come together.

— They have an account "for entrepreneurs" where they share pixelated pictures of "wise advice".

— Bitcoin bros.

— Comment on every single Elon Musk posts with " you're right bro🔥🔥🔥"

SANZU

— His profile pic is a cat.

— Private account with a few followers. Not that he cares about that.

— His feed is made of 2 photos, and both of them are from 5 years ago. One of them is with Mikey (Retrica effect included) and the other one is a cheese cake.

— His stories are quite pleasant to see, he's a good photographer.

HAITANI RAN

— ...

— Instagram king wannabe.

— His feed is made of amazing photos. He's beautiful and he knows how to get his features to shine.

— His stories... debatable.

— He tries to make himself to look interesting. And maybe it works with some people. But not with his acquaintances. Rindou always answers to his stories with "🔥🔥 so deep bro🔥🔥" while he's laughing with his friends behind the screen.

— King of flirting though DM's tho.

HAITANI RINDOU

—Gymbro

—Shares inspirational videos from TikTok and gym photos on his stories.

— Feed with a few photos, but not empty. Some are with his brother and some from parties. Quite aesthetic.

—Doesn't really use DM's.

INUI

—Is not interested in social media, but has an account because Koko told him he needed one for his business.

—He doesn't post stories, only photos of bikes on his feed.

—Once he posted one of himself with a bike and all the comments were "bro is beautiful".

—Koko follows him with a fake profile.

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Shaping Hearts

Osamu Miya x reader

~ Onigiri Miya has a line out the door, but it's owners thoughts are elsewhere.

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a/n: This was a WIP i forgot about posting for Valentines Day...oops

Onigiri Miya seems to be trending on Instagram…again.

When you first set up your boyfriend’s restaurant on social media, you did it just to help him get the word out a bit more and maybe get featured on a few food bloggers' websites, but now thanks to 90% Osamu’s fantastic cooking and about 10% his gorgeousness. The page has gained thousands of followers.

Curiously, check some of the most recent tagged posts and see that Osmau’s usually pristine triangular rice balls are shaped into plump little hearts.

“Cute,” you murmur as you scroll through the pages of aesthetically pleasing rice ball pics. It’s a nice little change for the holiday, but you are confused as to why Osamu hadn’t told you about his little plan earlier, especially since you could’ve made a promo post about it on the account.

But as your cab driver pulls in front of the beloved restaurant, the long line that stems out the door and around the block tells you that Osamu is more than busy enough today.

You pay your cab fare and walk towards the front door of the restaurant past the groups of young people who, from the conversations they are having amongst themselves, are there for much more than the food.

You hear a few people grumbling about how you are walking past the line, but you continue onwards.

Pushing open the doors you slip into the restaurant and feel the warmth of the heating system on your skin. You pass the full tables of people eating their heart shaped onigiri's and talking amongst themselves. Everything feels so homey it warms your heart. This is exactly what Osamu had dreamed of when he first opened Onigiri Miya.

Making your way to the kitchen you open the door slowly so you don't startle your boyfriend. Who is hunched over one of the prep tables, a steaming bowl of rice and a tray of fillings on either side of him.

He scans the tickets as they come in shaping the rice balls and stuffing them with care and smoothing out the little heart shape before sending them off to the pickup counter, despite the crowd his eyes are lidded and he his lips are upturned in a soft smile.

His motions are fluid and practiced, and he softly sings along to the cheesy love song on the radio as he works, Knowing he is in the zone you take the opportunity to surprise him.

“Hey Samu,” you say, sneaking behind the counter and wrapping your arms around his beefy muscles.

“Hey darlin’,” he says shooting you a sleepy smile. “What brings you here? Didn’t ya have plans?”

Nuzzling deeper into his arms you feel the softness of his soft t-shirt on your skin. “I guess I missed you,” you hum, noticing the way his shoulder slump in relaxation. “And we just met for some drinks,”

“Drinks?” he parrots. "It's a bit early for that isn't it?"

"Nope, its after five." you say watching the cute look of confusion on his face.

He curses under his breath and turns his head a bit to glance up at the clock, his tired eyes making out the placement of the tiny hands and shakes his head “There’s no way it’s that late.”

You raise a brow in concern “What time did you think it was?"

He shrugs, "I dunno, it felt like I was still in the lunch rush. I haven't had time to take a breather since I was on the phone with ya.”

"You do have quite the crowd out there." you say giving his shoulder a little squeeze. "Probably because of the little promotion you are doing today."

“Promotion?” he asks, letting that adorable look of confusion take over his features.

You nod, "Yeah, the heart-shaped onigiri you have been making, they are all over Instagram today." you explain gesturing to the tray of little rice hearts on the table.

A pink flush covers his cheeks as he stares down at the balls picking one up carefully. “I-i didn't realize they were hearts.” he mumbles.

Your eyes widen a bit as you look at the man in front of you. "But you have made hundreds of them today, how could you not know?”

He lets out a little chuckle and brings the tray to the counter. "I just...you know... get into the zone when m' cookin."

“Yea, but you’ve never made hearts before.” you tease “What exactly were you thinking about in,” you lift your hands and make little air quotes with your fingers. “‘the zone’”

“Someone special,” he smirks, placing his on your waist and pulling you into his chest and peppering your neck with gentle kisses that tickle your skin. “

Turning your head, his kisses come to land softly on your lips and you smile. “I guess you missed me, too Samu.”

“Obviously,” he grins, his teeth graze his bottom lip and his eyes stare down at you hungrily. Looking all too ready to spend the dinner rush lip locked with you.

And you would’ve let him.

“H-hey, Mr. Miya,” one of the servers stammers from the window, “how are we doing on those tickets?”

“ shit, “he sighs, glancing out of the corner of his eyes to see the influx of tickets that keep getting sent to the kitchen and the line that stretches out the door of the restaurant and around the corner. “I guess I gotta finish these off."

“Probably,” your murmur internally cursing to yourself as he pulls away. “ The only thing worse than a crowd is a hungry crowd.“

“Ya got that right.” He smiles, taking a ticket off the line and scanning its contents. “The sooner I fill these orders, the sooner I get to spend some time alone with ya.”

“What can I do to make that happen sooner?” you ask tilting your head to the side.

“How about you give me a kiss every time I finish a ticket?" he asks, giving you that little lopsided smile that never fails to send butterflies into your stomach.

Glancing at the dozens of tickets that your boyfriend has to go through you nod thinking it sounds like a pretty sweet deal. “I-i can do that.”

“Good, M’ countin on ya.” he smiles and slides a heart shaped onigiri over to you. "Here’s a little somethin to keep yer energy up. We’ve got a long shift ahead of us.

You take a bite of the cute little rice ball with a grateful smile, "It's so good Samu," you beam "I don't know if it's the heart shape, but I can definetly taste the love."

"It's all cause of you darlin'" he smiles "I rice ball ya."

"I rice ball you too," you grin at his corniness and take another bite. And as you feel the love it was cooked with dance on your tongue you prepare to help your boyfriend complete order after order.

#Haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu osamu #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #osamu x reader #x reader #hq #hq x reader

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spicywhenspeaking · 2 months

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Star-Crossed Connection: chapter two

Nick Folio x Original Female Character

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this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

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A few days later I’m finalizing my festival outfits with my stylist. The photos the paparazzi took were splashed all over the tabloids and drama blogs the day after they found Folio and I were ambushed on our date.

My plan worked like a charm. Every article or blog post was gushing over me and my newfound love. It was almost too easy to sway the public perception. All it took was a few perfectly timed photos of a new hot guy shielding me from the onslaught of flashes and pestering questions from pathetic men who have nothing better to do than follow girls like me around day and night trying to get a million-dollar photo.

Looking into the 360 mirror I admire the beautiful black one-strapped ball gown my stylist picked out for the movie premiere. “It’s lovely, this was an amazing find, Lala. Did you find any cute stuff for skiing?” Lala smiles and pulls out another rack of clothes with several snowsuits in all different colors. I decide to try on the pink one and the all-white one.

“I’ll take both of these they’re so hot, so all that’s left is a few choices for the press junket and I’ll look through some of the options you brought for my date.” I move to look through the outfits she’s picked out for folio and choose a black Armani tux and full black snowsuit along with some jewelry that one of my brand deals has sent. “These are perfect, he is going to look so hot,” I say finishing up and choosing a few more accessories from the table. I grab several rings, necklaces and a few different bags. “So things are getting serious between you and this new guy?” Lala asks and I put on my sweetest lovesick smile, “Oh yeah, he’s great. The perfect guy for me. Nothing like the egomaniac actors I usually date. He’s so real.” I answer, fighting the internal ripple of shame that overwhelms me. Folio and I have been texting back and forth since our paparazzi fiasco and he really is a nice guy. I’m a massive asshole for using him like this but it’s just a week and then I can say something about how it was a mutual decision because both of our careers are so hectic.

Just then my phone pings with a new message

Nicky F 🏍️❤️‍🔥: TMZ is blowing up my phone about those pics, what should I say?

Seraphina 👑: you can tell them no comment. Or ignore it, it’s up to you! I’m sorry they’re bothering you, I figured they would just bombard me.

Nicky F 🏍️❤️‍🔥: No worries sweetheart, you can’t control the crazies that follow you around.

Damn, I fucking suck. I should just be honest with him. It’ll definitely make it easier if he’s in on my plan.

Well, I’ll explain it all on the plane when we leave in a couple of days and if he decides just to turn around and go back home I will totally understand. It’ll totally ruin my plan and I’ll look even more of a loser but I can’t just keep lying to him about everything.

I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day so I decide to head home and rot on my couch. While I’m rewatching Gossip Girl for the millionth time on my couch I get a surprising call from a certain motorcycle-driving drummer. I answer it and am surprised by the smile that spreads across my face at the idea of talking to him.

Hey Folio!

Hey sweetheart are you busy?

Um no, just watching TV what’s up?

Are you up for a ride up the coast to watch the sunset? I know a place.

That sounds great! I can be ready in 20. I’ll text you my address.

Okay, I’ll head over soon.

Okay! Bye!

Alright, looking forward to it sweetheart.

Thirty minutes later I hear the hum of a motorcycle from outside and get a text from Folio that he just pulled up. I run out of my front door wearing my black levis with a plain white tee under my cropped black hoodie. “Hey!” I call out over the sound of the motor. “Hey!” he responds quickly hopping off the bike to wrap his arms around me in a quick hug. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks and I nod enthusiastically “Yes, I’m excited!”

He climbs back over and I throw my leg over the side behind him and wrap my arms around his waist as he starts up the bike again. “Hold on tight sweetheart” he drawls out as he turns out of the driveway and down the road.

“I’m taking you to a spot near Malibu that’s beautiful at sunset,” he says over the sound of the roaring motor.

It takes over an hour to get to the beach, the sun is low but there are still maybe 10 minutes left before it’s fully set. We park and Folio grabs a blanket from a storage trunk on the side of his bike. We walk hand-in-hand to a spot with little foot traffic. He unfolds it, it’s thick, hand-woven, and dark red. It’s large and looks big enough for us to both sit comfortably off of the sand. He spreads it out on the ground so we can sit and watch the sun take its last moments before dipping below the horizon.

“So, Phi, can I call you Phi?” he asks softly as his gaze slides from the sunset to me. I nod softly as he continues, the orange light of the sun covering him in a warm glow. “so Phi, I want to help you with this whole festival thing, but can you give me some information about what I might expect? Will the paparazzi be around every corner? Or is that only when you give them a heads up where you’ll be?”

I try and fail to hide the embarrassment and shock that’s written all over my face. “What- what do you mean? Heads up? What do you even mean?- I” his unamused face is all it takes for me to drop the act. I had said to myself I wanted to be honest with him but I guess I didn’t anticipate getting caught. “I’m sorry,” I say with a sigh, “how did you know?”

He laughs softly and tosses a rock he found on the other side of the blanket towards the crashing waves. “I had a hunch, and a photographer friend of mine may have given me a heads up.” He arches a brow at me, waiting for my reply.

“I was going to tell you, I swear. I know that doesn’t mean anything now but-“ I look up as the sun finally disappears, leaving the sky a beautiful orange and pink. “I didn’t want to keep lying to you. I know we’re practically strangers and for some reason, you’ve agreed to help me with this absurd plan, but from now on I promise I will keep you informed on all of the things I can control” I turn to face him, prepared for him to either tell me the plan is off or by some miracle bless me with forgiveness.

“You know, we could’ve given them way more of a show if I had known” he laughs and the tension I was holding between my shoulders drops. “I don’t really understand your world or how it works but if you teach me I’m happy to play along,” he says and it feels so sincere, I almost wish this was real, but he’s right, he’s just playing along.

“I think I’ve just let this whole situation get to me too much, I mean look at me, asking some stranger to pretend to be my boyfriend because I’m too--well, it doesn’t matter. I just, all I’ve ever wanted was to act and my parents did everything to help me get to this point. I can’t help but think of how ashamed my dad would be to see me now”

Folio bumps lightly into my shoulder before throwing his arm around me and pulling me closer into his side. “Strangers? I don’t think so, but there’s definitely more I want to learn about you Phi. I don’t think he’d be ashamed at all.” He says as he rests his head on the top of mine while we watch the final colors of the day disappear and the darkness of night blanket the sky. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Just final packing for the trip, didn’t have much of anything planned,” I answer.

He takes a moment to think before he speaks again, “What if instead of flying to Colorado we rent a car and drive to Colorado together? It’s only a 14-hour drive. It will give us time to get to know each other better and since it’s a rental we can just fly home at the end of the week. What do you think?” He asks gaze still fixed on the horizon.

Humming in thought I consider his proposition. “You want to road trip to Colorado? I guess I could get a last-minute rental, we’d need to leave tomorrow though, you can be prepared for that?”

He huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, I can pack pretty fast.” I laugh as well at the absurdity of the way this is all turning out. But it sounds like it will be a fun adventure. We spend a bit longer on the beach making idle conversation. I was able to work out a rather quick rental agreement thanks to my brand deal with Hertz and I sent a quick text to my assistant that I would be traveling up a day early. She and my glam team are going to meet us at the resort. “Well, your spontaneity has worked out in our favor. I have the car teed up to be sent to my house at 7 am. I can pick you up after and we can head out.” He excitedly agrees to the plans and even offers to just meet at my house, as long as he can park his bike there while we are gone.

After Folio drops me off later that evening I rush around to pack a quick bag. Jules, my assistant, has already arranged for my clothes to be sent to my hotel room at the festival so I just need to pack a few essentials into my suitcase, my daily makeup and toiletries along with my loungewear and casual clothes. It’s already late and I’m exhausted by the time my head hits the pillow so sleep overtakes me quickly.

I’m awoken by the sound of my alarm going off at 6:30 am and I find myself feeling excited about the prospects of the day despite the early hour, especially after getting way less sleep than usual. No worries though, nothing a little coffee can’t fix. I throw on a comfortable outfit for a long car ride and begin making my first coffee of the day. Around 6:50 am I received the text that the car was here so I run out to accept the key and sign the final paperwork.

“Oh shit! You’re Seraphina Holloway! I’m a huge fan, your show on MTV was amazing! I can’t believe they canceled it!” the guy who dropped off the car said with a huge smile spread across his face. “Haha thank you! I loved being on that show it was such a fun time! I’m glad you liked it!” I reply. He leaves with a giddy smile and waves excitedly as he pulls away in the car that followed him in with the rental. I ended up with a black 2024 Chevy Tahoe and it looks so cool.

I am bringing out my bag to load into the trunk when I hear the rumble of Folio’s bike coming up the road as he turns the corner up my driveway I can’t help the goofy smile I give him, I almost feel self-conscious about how happy I am to see him until he whips his helmet off and is wearing a matching smile of his own. “Mornin’ Phi, how are ya feeling?” he asks while hanging his helmet off of the handles of his bike. He walks over to wraps his arms around me in a big hug. “Hey Nicky, I’m feeling great! I’m excited about the road trip. How are you?”

He sides my bag onto his shoulder and gestures for me to unlock the trunk. “I’m feeling great sweetheart. I’m excited as well! I hope you’re prepared for a killer playlist.”

“Oh you’re on! We will see who’s musical prowess puts who on top.” I jokingly tease. He laughs and puts the rest of his things in the car along with my bag.

I invite him inside while I finish locking up, I offer Folio a coffee and he accepts thankfully. “Oh my god yes please, my roommates drank the last of the creamer and I cannot drink black coffee.” I laugh as I make us two fresh vanilla iced lattes for the road.

Heading towards the car I offer to drive the first leg. Nicky tried to offer to drive the whole thing but I can’t allow that. Plus splitting it up will help it go by faster.

“Alright! Let’s hit the road, Nicky! Next stop Colorado baby!!!” I pump my fists in celebration and before I can feel the embarrassment of the action take over he’s pumping his fists as well “WooHoo! Hell yeah! Lets gooo!” he calls out and I can’t help the joyus laugh that takes over as we back out and talk off down the road. My phone is connected to the carplay so I have control over the first music rotation. “Alright, this is my time to shine. For your consideration.” I say before hitting shuffle on my road trip playlist.

It starts off with playing Panama by Van Halen. “oh shit! Starting it off strong with Van Halen. You are more than meets the eye Hollywood.”

I laugh with my whole body, “Not what you expected huh? My dad used to quiz me on car rides, I was raised on classic rock.”

jump back, what's that sound ?

Here she comes, full blast and top down.

Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.

Model citizen zero discipline

Don't you know she's coming home with me?

You'l lose her in the turn.

I'll get her!

“Panama, Panama Panama, Panama Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine. Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean.” we sing along together.

When the song finishes and “Go Your Own Way” starts next. “So I found this list of questions to get to know each other better on the road,” Folio says. “So, starting off easy, what are your three favorite movies?”

“Oh crap, oh my god? Easy?? Okay….three favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice from 2005, Pacific Rim but NOT the sequel and oh god, um I’ll say Secret World of Arrietty, which is a Studio Ghibli. What about you?” I ask.

“Okay I love Pacific Rim so I trust you and will be watching the other that you mentioned. I like Star Wars Empire Strikes Back, Kill Bill, and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

“I love horror movies! And omg okay nerd of course you would say the name of the episode instead of just Star Wars.” I joke and he laughs. “alright alright, it’s an important distinction. Real fans know what’s up. Okay, next question, what is your favorite photo?”

I think for a moment about all the pictures I’ve ever taken and am hit with a beautiful memory, “there was a summer my family took a vacation to the Florida coast and my cousins and I started a sand castle competition. I built a huge three-story sand mansion. My dad helped me get the towers just right. My mom took a picture of us right as a tower fell,” I laugh softly, “my dad and I are laughing hysterically as it falls, I didn’t even care about winning I was just having fun with my dad.”

I turn my eyes off the road for a quick moment to look over at Nicky and he’s smiling thoughtfully. “That’s beautiful Phi, sounds like it was a great trip.”

“Oh god no, our hotel was infested with fleas, and my dad’s credit card got stolen on the second day, but those hours on the beach made it all worth it. Okay your turn, favorite picture.”

Folio opens his phone and scrolls through rows of photos until he finally lands on one, “this one is for sure on of my favorites.” I look quickly and it’s a photo of him and the other guys from his band all grouped together with huge grins on their faces, almost like they’re laughing. “It was after the first concert of our first tour, I was the happiest I had ever been and when I knew that I’d do anything to make this dream come true with those guys.”

“That’s amazing Nicky, and you guys did it! That’s amazing.”

We continue our game of a million questions for a few more hours of the drive while listening to music in the background. One question leads to more conversations and I feel like I’ve talked more genuinely about myself than I have in years. It’s so refreshing. At the halfway point we pull off in a small diner and eat a quick early dinner before Folio takes over for his leg of the drive.

The great music and conversation make the last hours of the trip fly by, before I know it we are passing the Colorado state line in the late evening and finally pull into the resort’s long drive way at nearly 3 am for our check-in. I take a deep breath, “okay, are you ready fake boyfriend?” I ask him and he gives a mock salute, “oh I’m ready girlfriend, it’s gonna be a good time.”

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bylrlve · 3 months

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Warning! Potential leaks for season five of Stranger Things!

Alex (aka @dyersfilms on twitter, used to be swiftlynatalia) is the person who successfully leaked most of season 4 due to her knowing a source. She did, however, insist Byler was entirely platonic that season and they fought for most of it and only made up at the end in the pizza van, so…

Here’s her saying she won’t post any byler leaks this time around, which she has said previously.

She got a message saying they’re all fake, and she thinks they all are, so keep that in mind.

Here’s a short one: Will distancing himself from the party bc it’s too hard to be closeted and to be around Mike. If real? Endgame fr.

A ‘leak’ from episode one where shit goes down after the opening scene of Will singing SISOSIG, Will falls, and Mike helps him up,

Here’s an extremely detailed one that casually drops Mileven breakup, Robin-Mike bonding over Vickie and Will, Will trying to avoid Mike ‘confronting him about the painting’, Mike and Jonathan fighting over Will’s safety. Nothing here is debunkable but…. Yeah. God, would it be nice, though.

The two most interesting ones. First, an ask that’s almost entirely plausible except for the mileven part - and that part, specifically, I’m calling bullshit on bc it claims that Hopper is still on the Mike Hate Train. It was made abundantly clear, after their talk and their awkwardly long hug at the end of season 4, that that’s in the past. Besides, it just wouldn’t fit tonally. S3 was the heterosexual-cliché, silly filler season. S5? Nah. Can’t 100% say it’s fake, but even Alex agrees this one isn’t real.

Lastly, an interesting one that’s plausible throughout which claims Mike gets seriously injured and spends some time in hospital. Will stays by his bedside after everyone else leaves and kisses Mike on the forehead. Mike wakes up after he leaves - I think the insinuation is that Mike does a Half-Blood Prince and wakes up knowing that someone he felt safe with was there, but he doesn’t know who it was. If that’s legit? As I said, endgame fr.

I do want to note that both the mileven and Byler asks word the ‘main character getting injured part’ as everyone being ‘shaken up’ so there are a few options: it’s the same person with legit leaks, and Byler isn’t endgame. That, I’d be more willing to accept, cautious as I am, were it not for the Hopper part, which sticks out like a sore thumb. Second option: it’s the same person messing around. Third: it’s two people, one building on the other.

Cannot emphasise enough that these are most likely just bored people having fun, but I figured I’d share them all. The last one is getting passed around the tag sans context, and I wanted to clarify everything else Alex has received. Do not get your hopes up about Byler based solely on these.

Letting my imagination run absolutely wild here for just a moment, however: Maya and Vickie are confirmed to be filming at the hospital set, presumably visiting someone. There’s also a pic of someone with bloody shoes. Imagine if Robin visits Mike in the hospital, witnesses some Platinum-Tier Will Byers Pining™️, and ends up talking to Mike after he wakes up - no mention of how long he stays there.

Lastly, it is fun comparing these to the more doom-and-gloom (re: Mike) leaks Sapphicjopper on twitter got. The awesome @solgmorell has a post explaining those in detail.

Oh, and an interview came out today where Shawn Levy said something insane but, you know, water is wet.

#byler #byler leaks #el and mike #el hopper #Mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things season 5 leaks

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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A Little Bit of This (& A Little Bit of That)

a/n: i am so tired of rereading this thing. i’ll probably have to come back an edit it again in a few days; i just gotta get this posted kajsdlfkja. is it ooc? dog i don’t know but we doing what we can lmaooooo. also, what city are they in?? yeah idk that either lolol. also also, have y'all see loweater's shinsou fanart? hot firstly. secondly i won't tag bc this is a smut story LOL but go check out their pretty pics man!! LASTLY i hope y'all enjoy this piece.

summary: you find your own little adventure after losing your group in the club. shinsou x reader.

cw: 18+, smut, adult content, au, car sex, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, alcohol, shinsou refers to reader as angel and sometimes baby, some degradation, dirty talk, fingering. inexperienced!reader. afab!reader. she/her pronouns.

word count: 7,136 words

The club was dimly lit with atmospheric glows of reds and blues. There was the occasional flash from the lights on the stage, flickering in time to the vibrating bass of the live band. None of it was helpful to you though, more mood-setting than visual help. Shadows still licked along the walls, obscuring the people swaying to the beat. You couldn’t figure out where your roommate and her bachelorette party disappeared off to.

You had gone to the bar to grab a drink; it had only taken a few minutes, but when you had returned to the exact spot you had left them, you found yourself alone in a sea of swaying strangers. You sighed, running your hand through your curled hair. It was fine, you reassured yourself. As long as the bride was having fun, you didn’t mind catching up with them later. Besides, you couldn’t keep up with their wild energy, and you had been internally begging for a chair to give your blistered feet a break for the last forty minutes.

You turned around to make your way back toward the bar, hoping you could find an empty seat. As you maneuvered through the crowd, someone stepped backward and bumped into you. You only had time to catch his short blond hair coming into your vision, unable to avoid the collision.

“Shit,” you muttered as your drink sloshed, spilling over the rim of your cup and dripping down your hand. “Sorry! Did it get on you?”

When you looked up to him, pretty blue eyes glinted back mischievously. He said something, but his words were swept away with the pulsating music.

“Sorry, what?” you yelled back.

He leaned forward to be better heard; you felt wet lips and warm breath brushing against your hair as he tilted too close to your ear. “I said, it’s fine. Getting spilled on is a risk you take inside clubs.”

The feel of his words pressing against your curls and skin made an uncomfortable shiver slip down your spine. Whatever curiosity had been flickering at the color of his eyes immediately extinguished.

You leaned away from him, as subtle as you could. “Very true,” you answered back. Then, shooting him a polite smile, you turned to eagerly disappear into the crowd.

Abruptly, though, a firm grip on your wrist yanked you back.

“Hey, wait, wait,” he said, projecting his voice over the pulsing bass. “Where are you going so fast? Are you here alone?”

His hold had loosened as soon as he had your attention, allowing you to tug your hand easily out of his grip. “I’m with a bachelorette group,” you responded, trying to maintain some type of distance despite the club being packed. “And I really need to find them, so…”

“I’ll help,” he said, grinning. “What do they look like?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine—I’ll—”

He reached out for you again, fingers brushing against the skin of your waist, exposed by the cut out panels of your black dress. It was a cute detail when you had seen it online, but now you thought it was less cute, seeing as how a stranger was taking advantage of the easy access to your body—and how he wasn’t bothering to hide the long, lingering looks at your low cleavage.

“Let—” You flinched, stumbling backwards out of his reach and into something hard. From behind you, an arm snaked around your midsection. The dread that had been growing from the blond’s advancements suddenly shot into a heart-spiking fear as worst case scenarios passed through your mind—until you saw a left hand grab a hold of the blond’s wrist, keeping him from getting closer.

“I’ve been looking for you, angel—” The voice, low and smooth, rumbled from above you, cutting through the intrusive thoughts and vibrating music.

You looked up—past the hard chest peeking through an open, dark gray shirt, the thick neck with a simple silver chain, the shaved, sharp jaw—to the stranger’s half-grin and purple eyes. He looked friendly enough, but his eyes were staring intensely at the blond. He released his grip on him, but kept the other around your waist, still holding you loosely and gently even as he pressed you against him.

“Who’s your new friend?” His tone was relaxed despite the weight of his stare.

“I thought you said you were here with a bachelorette group,” the blond said to you, glancing at the new guy with irritation coating his tense smile.

So, they didn’t know each other? Was it just luck that this person had come by and stepped in?

The purple-haired stranger interrupted with an easy lie: “It’s a mixed group.” He tilted his head minutely, the shifting of it giving his once nonchalant smile a new pressure, as though he were daring the other to question him. “And this one,” he continued, “is supposed to be my buddy for the night, but she always slips away so quickly. You should really let me know when you’re running off, angel.”

You glanced between them, analyzing the situation, the stakes, the risks—the feel of one hand that stayed loose around your waist and the memory of the other one that had tightened against your skin.

You mustered a sheepish smile; you weren’t the best at lying (your face gave too much away), but you hoped the shadows hid whatever uncertainty was present in your cheeks. “…Sorry,” you finally said. “I’ll be sure to tell you next time.” You looked back to the blond. “Thanks for the offer anyways.”

The blond didn’t answer right away, still suspicious of the new man’s appearance and trying to figure out if there was anything he could do about those suspicions. Ultimately, though, the only other play left was a retreat, so he simply said to you, “Come find me if you get lost again,” and then turned and waded through the sea.

You absolutely would not, you thought to yourself, letting out a sigh of relief.

As you were about to thank your hero, you felt him shift his hold from an arm around your waist to a hand on your hip. He leaned toward your ear, keeping distance between his mouth and your hair, unlike the other guy, and said, “Sorry for my hand still on you, but he’s still watching. Third window from the door.”

Of course he was, you thought.

A hand squeezed your side gently. “It’ll be fine,” the purple-haired stranger said, giving you a reassuring smile. “You’re heading toward the bar, right? I’ll go with you. Got a seat saved.” He stepped behind you and placed both hands—light, calloused, and warm—on your exposed waist. You were suddenly very aware of the size of his hands, the breadth of his chest hovering behind you, and the light sparks that suddenly danced up your back, originating from the warmth of his hold.

You let him maneuver you through the crowd to the barstool against the wall. He raised a hand in thanks to the bartender that tilted his head toward the empty seat.

“Sit,” he said, and because your feet were aching so badly, you disregarded your need to decline several times before accepting, taking the seat instantly with a a grateful sigh at the weight and pressure lifting from your bruised feet.

“God, thank you,” you muttered, resisting the urge to take off your suede heels and massage your pulsing toes.

“It’s just Shinsou,” he said with a cheeky grin, and it took you a second to understand the joke.

He leaned forward against the counter, grabbing the attention of the dark-haired bartender to request a drink. They chit-chatted for a bit, seemingly friends, and it gave you the chance to fully take in your hero as you sipped on your watered down mojito. Logically, you knew that the bar was brighter so that the bartenders could effectively make drinks, but you felt as though the universe was spotlighting Shinsou just for you.

(The thought was embarrassing, maybe a little cringe-inducing, too, but that didn’t stop you from looking anyway.)

He had broad shoulders and he was lean, as far as you could see from his half-buttoned shirt (as far as you could remember, being pressed against his chest moments before). He was dressed well; you particularly liked his jewelry, the chain around his neck and the dangling earrings. His face was handsome, too, the chiseled jaw, the high cheek bones, the messy hair.

But what made him really handsome, what cemented your interest and curiosity, was how he held himself. He had a calm presence and a confident posture, neither a straightened back from nerves nor a curled spine from fear. There was a fluidness in the way he filled the space, shifting his movements like water filling a cup, touching every part around him without the fear that he was taking too much space. It was a surety that you yourself had been chasing for years.

It showed in his easy smile, too. It wasn’t a trait you had ever given though to, but Shinsou’s lopsided grin had stayed on his face during the interaction with the blond and after, unwavering, and you found that—captivating. He looked like he was in on a joke that no one else was privy to, one between him and god—or the devil.

When he turned to look at you after the bartender turned around to make his drink, your breath caught in your throat. His gaze was intense—not fierce or piercing, but heightened, sharp—secretive even, if the soft shadows under his eyes were any indication. He looked aware and watchful, but unbothered and untroubled, like he knew the effect he had on others but simply didn’t carel.

His brow shifting upwards in curiosity and his smile tilting into a full smirk made you realize that you had been staring at him quietly for too long.

“Got something on my face?” Shinsou asked, amused.

“No, I was just”—you scrambled for a reason—“realizing that I actually never gave you my name.”

He didn’t say anything. It took you a flustering amount of time to register that he was waiting for you to then say your name.

“…Which is [Name],” you finally said, clearing your throat. “That was…super awkward, sorry.”

He laughed. The sound was nice, sending goosebumps down the line of your spine. Too bad he was laughing at you. You mentally berated yourself.

The bartender came back and slid two drinks in front of Shinsou, who then passed one over to you.

“Rum and coke,” he said.

You didn’t want to tell him that you needed extra coke with this, not after he had just laughed at you, so you resisted the reluctant grimace and simply thanked him.

“So, you’re here for a bachelorette party?” he asked.

You nodded, pushing your mojito to the side and taking a small sip of your new drink—god, more coke would be better. “Yeah, my roommate’s,” you responded. “A whole group of twelve other girls that I somehow lost.”

He seemed to have noticed something in your tone and said, “Not your friends?”

You gave a guilty grin. “They’re all her high school friends.” You tried to keep your tone light, not wanting to sound bratty. “All of them have known each other for years, and I’m not super used to clubbing, so it’s been hard to keep up with them… It’s fine, though! As long as the bride’s having fun, it doesn’t matter if I get lost a few times in the crowd.” You wondered if that was as long-winded as it sounded to your ears. “…Um, so, are you here for anything in particular?”

“I flew in for a friend’s birthday,” he replied. “He’s dancing with someone near the stage.”

“Oh, fun,” you said weakly. You took another sip of your drink, swallowed both the bitterness and the wince, and wondered if this was the extent of your conversational skills. You had been wearing your social hat all day for your roommate’s friends, so maybe you could blame your social stumbling on that—and the fact that Shinsou was more intimidating than you had expected.

Not that he had done anything to make you scared—just that he was overwhelmingly attractive, and you were pretty sure people didn’t make friends in clubs. You were wildly unprepared to handle all of that, all of this. Everyone always hoped for a fun story, but you never thought you’d be so ill-equipped should it ever happen.

He didn’t say anything more, opting to look at you instead. You tried to match his stare, but you felt warm under the heat of his eyes and ended up looking away.

“You’re not as I thought you’d be,” Shinsou remarked suddenly.

This wasn’t a conversation that you were used to having, but one you were aware of. You knew he was trying to reconcile how you looked—dark lipstick, low cleavage, mini-dress—with how you acted—hesitant, awkward, inexperienced. He would probably leave soon; they usually did, after realizing that you didn’t match whatever energy you were putting out.

“Right, less interesting?” you said, relying on your habit of self-deprecation to avoid hurt feelings.

“Less…shy.”

It wasn’t a bad word, but you had never been called that before, not since high school, and you didn’t know why it bothered you so much. “I’m not really shy.” You tried not to sound defensive, but you could hear the way your tone betrayed your intent. “I mean—I wouldn’t consider myself to be.”

His hand slid across the table toward you, inches from your hands cupping your glass, but he didn’t touch you. “I didn’t mean it offensively,” he said. “I meant that I thought the way you’re dressed is different from how you act.”

You cleared your throat. “I’m confident in myself. Generally.” You glanced at him. He was still looking at you. You felt self-conscious before, but now you were on another level of distressingly aware. “I just don’t have as many experiences as other people, so sometimes I come off, um, weird.”

You felt your self-esteem take a hit, starting to compare yourself to the other people around you—and then you you steeled yourself, forcibly interrupting your own spiral.

This was not the first time you had said something off-putting in front of people, and he was not the first cute guy you had done it to either. This was fine, and if it wasn’t fine, it would be fine.

You took a longer sip from your drink, calming your nerves.

You weren’t in high school anymore. You weren’t going to whip yourself for feeling unsure. You were just as glamorous as the rest of the women around you; maybe you weren’t as experienced, but that was okay. You weren’t ashamed—just a little embarrassed whenever the light was shined on you.

Maybe a lot embarrassed, but no matter.

The hand that had been in your peripheral suddenly moved into your line of sight, his fingers looping around your wrist.

“Yeah…I should probably clarify, angel,” Shinsou announced, “that I think it’s cute, not weird.”

“Oh.”

Well, that was a bonus.

And an ego boost.

The back of your neck tingled from both his declaration and pet name for you.

Shinsou released your wrist and shifted to lean his back against the counter. You noted that, in swapping positions, he had closed the few inches between where he was standing and where you were sitting. Your knee buzzed as his shirt tickled your leg every time he adjusted or breathed, and you realized that the new angle allowed you to see further into his shirt. You couldn’t help but cast a glance at the new skin, see a glinting piece of metal against a brown nipple.

Ah, maybe you shouldn’t have looked.

Your cheeks warmed; your stomach flipped.

When you flickered your eyes back up to him and saw a tilted chin and a tilted smile, you wondered if he had done that on purpose.

He was different than how he looked, too, you thought.

“So,” Shinsou began, “since we’re confessing things, I’ll admit that I had a secondary motive for helping you out.”

He paused, as though savoring the sight of your stilled chest as you held your breath for his confession.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “And I was tired of watching you talk to him.”

The redness of your cheeks expanded to your ears and the back of your neck.

“It was only two minutes,” you said.

Shinsou sighed exaggeratedly. “And those two minutes were exhausting.”

You laughed. Any previous awkwardness of the conversation (or awkwardness you had conjured in your mind) slowly melted away with his admission. “Your confession is more interesting than mine, actually. More relevant, too. And shorter.”

“Mhm, and what about sufficient?” he asked. At your confused look, he continued, “I’m trying to convince you that I’d like to kiss you.”

Instinctively, you bit your bottom lip.

“Um, sure, yes.” At the feel of the small, creeping anxiety of watching him leaning in, you said quickly, “I feel really obligated to say the whole making-out thing is part of the inexperience.”

Shinsou still entered your space as though he had been waiting for this moment the entire conversation and nothing—not even your hurried divulgence—would stop him. He tucked the disobedient curl of your hair behind your ear and then tangled his fingers into the rest of your strands, gently gripping the back of your head. Your heart was beating rapid-fire in your chest as you let him angle your head the way he wanted.

“How much have you done?” he asked. His breath, tinged with mint and alcohol, and his purple eyes, darkening as he looked down at you, sent chills down your back.

“Everything, I guess,” you answered—abashedly—excitedly—softly. “I mean, I’m not a virgin.”

Shinsou didn’t say it, but you could see in the teasing glint of his purple irises that he was laughing at you, that he could show you how little of everything you knew.

He closed the distance with a soft press of his lips against yours. It was a kiss that was slow and chaste, like he was testing the waters, like he was holding the smallest wildflower in the large palm of his coarse hands. His free hand danced faintly over your body, following the edge of your dress down your cleavage, down to your uncovered waist, down to rest on the little peek of your thigh at the end of the hemline.

He pulled back a few seconds later, checking your face for any signs of discomfort.

Your face was hot. Underneath the sharp mint and bitter alcohol was the boyish citrus musk of his cologne, wrapping around your senses in a dizzying manner.

“You alright, angel?” he asked. So close to him, you caught the way his voice ended in husky notes. Your gripped the edges of the stool in anticipation, thinking that, of all the men you had dated or kissed, you hadn’t felt this type of stirring electricity before.

“I’m not that much of a prude,” you said, trying for a light comment.

“Oh, so you are a bit of one?”

You made a face. You should’ve worded that better if you were trying to avoid turning even redder, you thought. Still, feeling emboldened, you were determined to maintain eye contact, to show him that you were interested, that you were interesting, that there were things you had done and things you wouldn’t mind doing—but you, once again, buckled under the intensity of his violet gaze.

You heard him chuckle.

“Dress like this but act like that,” he said, more to himself than to you.

The hand that had been tangled in your hair pressed against your lower back, nudging you to the edge of your seat so he could stand slotted between your legs. Seeing Shinsou lean in for another kiss, you angle yourself toward him and closed your eyes—but then a second went by where you could smell his scent but not taste it. When you opened your eyes to check, you found him staring with a quiet laugh at your puckered lips.

Shinsou closed the centimeters with a firm kiss before you could voice your complaints. His tongue traced your lips and probed the boundaries, and then he crossed them, the slick appendage dipping behind your lips and teeth. You reached out to touch his chest carefully; the muscle flexed under your caressing, and the surprised noise you made—somewhere between a strangled gasp and groan—was eagerly swallowed.

Fingers slowly ghosted up the inside of your thigh, higher and higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His thumb brushed over your clothed clit, and you trembled under the anticipation, under his tantalizing scent, his consuming kiss, his contracting muscles. The noise of the world around you, the background conversations humming under the loud bass, fading into a hazy muffle.

He kissed your jaw down your neck, latching onto a space that had you wanting to writhe and squeeze your legs together. When he hooked his fingers through your underwear, purposely rubbing at your heated skin with his knuckles as he did so, a moan fell from your lips.

“You wanna come back to my hotel room?” he asked. He nosed against the smooth expanse of your neck, inhaling your skin and floral perfume; you hoped the scent was just as dizzying to him.

“I don’t think I should leave the bachelorette party,” you muttered. Even though you couldn’t even find them, you thought reluctantly.

“Well, angel,” Shinsou said, “I have a Plan B, if you’re interested.”

“You’re not going to tell me what the Plan B is, are you?”

With his hand still under your dress, rubbing circles against your thigh, he pulled out his phone and said, “No.”

Moments later, Shinsou helped you down from the stool and took your hand to lead you through the crowd. The two of you passed by the blond near the exit, to whom Shinsou winked cheekily. You also caught sight of one of your roommate’s friends (of course it would be now, you thought). You made eye contact with her; her brows shot high into her forehead as you did an awkward wave before exiting the club.

The night sky was filled with a late summer heat and the booming bass from all of the clubs crowded onto that street. Groups of bachelors, bachelorettes, visitors, and townspeople intermingled throughout the shadows, cups and cigarettes in their hands as they made their way from one end of the block to the other, searching for flesh and fervor.

Shinsou glanced down at the Uber app on his phone and then scanned the parked cars, finding a black SUV some feet away. Still holding onto your hand, he led you toward it, opening the back passenger side and sticking his head in.

“Hey,” Shinsou said. “$100 for you to just park your car in a less crowded location.”

You tried to keep the surprise off your face. You had a risqué memory in the back seat of a tiny Honda, but you had a distinct suspicion that this Plan B would quickly eclipse that.

The driver didn’t look up from the game he was playing on his phone. “$150,” he countered, voice low and raspy like he had been screaming all day.

“$120,” Shinsou said.

There was a pause. Finally, the driver looked up from his phone and turned to Shinsou, eyes finally landing on you. He had a black jacket with the hood up, but beneath the shadows, glowing red eyes looked you up and down.

“$120,” the driver agreed in his cracked voice. “And I get to watch.”

You stiffened.

If you were Shinsou, you would’ve laughed, too, when you had answered him everything.

“Up to you, angel,” he said.

“Um.”

You felt warmer than the night air under the stranger’s scrutiny and Shinsou waiting. You wanted to—and that thought surprised you, even scared you a little. Was it bad that you wanted to? Or—did you want to because you were truthfully interested in an experience like this, or were you just trying to impress a pretty face? Or were you trying to prove something to yourself, to your roommate’s friend that had watched you leave with wide, disbelieving eyes, prove that you weren’t just dressing like this and acting like that.

“Hey.” Shinsou’s voice shook you out of your thoughts. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he maneuvered hs body to block the driver’s impatient, crimson stare. He kissed the top of your head, the move affectionate and comforting. “It’s whatever you want—don’t think about it so much,” he murmured. He gave you a tilted smile. “I like that you’re a little bit of this and that.”

You bit back the instinct to say that he didn’t know you, that he couldn’t know what this and that were, because for the short time you had spoken to him, you could already see in the dark lavender gleam of his eyes what he would say—that, though he didn’t know you well, he liked what he found; that, though he didn’t know you truly, he knew you enough.

“This is embarrassing,” you muttered.

“This is hot,” Shinsou corrected.

“This is dragging,” the driver complained. “Hurry up, or I’m kicking your request off the app.”

You took a deep breath, feeling reckless and red and hot and heavy, and you blurted out, “Okay. Okay, let’s—let’s go for it, fuck it…!”

Shinsou laughed. “The dress is starting to make sense,” he teased, letting you climb in first. He dug his wallet out of his pocket, flung a wad of cash at the driver, and then followed in behind you, slamming the door shut.

The SUV was clean with old, leather interiors. There were two back passenger seats; the third, middle one had been folded downloading to the back of the SUV. It wasn’t a bed—or comfortable—by any means, but it’d get the job done.

As the car drove off without any warning, you fell forward into the back area, hands out to keep from falling onto your face. The moment you turned around to try and get a grasp of your balance, Shinsou’s large body encompassed yours, his mouth pressing heated kisses against your neck, traveling down your to your collarbones, down to the swell of your breasts where he lingered and licked and sucked, leaving marks that you wouldn’t be able to ignore in the morning.

Your rolled your head back, ignoring the pain that erupted from hitting the ground haphazardly. Shinsou didn’t bother with the buttons at the back of your dress, opting instead to slip your breasts out of their fabric constraints. As soon as the new skin was exposed, his hands and mouth were on you, exploring with his teeth and tongue, searching for all the places that had you whimpering and pulling his hair, for all the places that had him groaning in anticipation. A chorus of sighs left your lips, filling the vehicle with hot breaths and fast pants. You hadn’t realized that the car had stopped until that moment, arching your back to press your chest further into his face as he worked you like an easy instrument.

In a daze of hot ecstasy and pleasure, you barely registered Shinsou pulling off your underwear and throwing it somewhere behind him.

“Come here,” he murmured. He climbed over you, helping you shift positions; he sat with his back against the car and with you sitting in between his legs, facing the front. At this angle, you could see the driver’s red eyes in the rearview mirror, and you immediately remembered the deal. The sight of him staring at you—watching you—sent an exhilarated heat down to the wetness between your legs.

“You like this?” Shinsou whispered. His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of your ear, sending vibrations down your spine. “You like him watching?”

Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide with lust and an excitement for something you didn’t know could turn you on. You didn’t know how to answer, weren’t sure if anything you could say would effectively convey whatever emotion this was, so you opted to stay quiet, attention desperately glued to the driver who reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock, glistening under a street light. There was still the feel of thundering music around you, muffled by distance and metal, but you could still hear footsteps and movements and chattering conversations. The knowledge that you could be discovered—that there could be more watching—only made you warmer.

Both of Shinsou’s hands palmed your breasts, pinched and twisted your nipples. He was making it a show, you distantly realized through the cloud of pleasure; he was showing the driver how his fingers sank into your skin, how he gripped the fleshy mounds, how there were already bruises and red marks and slick saliva across the entirety of your chest.

“Spread your legs for him, angel,” Shinsou said, nipping at your shoulder.

Slowly, you bent your legs and spread them apart.

“A little more—that’s it. That’s a good girl.” His tongue flickered up your neck to your ear where his mouth latched onto your lobe, sucking it into the a heated and wet cavern.

“You want me to touch your cunt, baby?” Shinsou whispered. The word was strong and vulgar, sending a flush of desire down to your already dripping core. “Hmm?”

You watched the driver start pumping himself.

One of Shinsou’s hands slid down your body, putting pressure against you as he mapped out a path to your pulsing cunt. “So quiet,” he remarked. He gripped a handful of fabric and pulled your dress up to your waist, revealing all of you to the driver who you saw clench his jaw and heard grunt a swear.

You swallowed a moan, suddenly aware of the rise of an uncomfortable and unknown guilt, one you didn’t know had been cultivated somewhere in your life, pitted against your growing arousal. “I—”

“It’s okay,” Shinsou murmured, as if hearing the lustful confusion in the high pitch of your voice. “You don’t have to say anything. You can just be loud.” Shinsou nipped at your cheek. “We don’t have go all the way. A little bit of this and that is fine.”

“I’m—” You swallowed a thick lump; you didn’t know if you were about to complain or agree or just plead for him to continue, but you closed your eyes, let your neck relax as you leaned back against Shinsou, feeling his hardness against your backside, the steady beating inside his chest. He kissed your neck gently—tenderly—patiently. You were surrounded by the smell of weed and old leather and unknown cologne in the car, intermingling with the circle made of your floral perfume and Shinsou’s citrus scent. You could hear your rapid heartbeat, your own shallow panting, and beneath it, you could still hear the soft grunts from the front of the car and the desperate sighing of Shinsou breathing against your neck, even as he waited patiently.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, feeling your lust and longing overtaking whatever hesitation had been placed inside you years ago. “I want—more.” You reached back to reassuringly tangle your fingers into his soft locks.

He kissed your cheek. “This goes on for as long as you’re okay with it,” he reminded you.

The hand that had waited against the bunched up fabric of your dress finally dipped down to its destination, paying a visit to your twitching clit. You shifted and jerked, arching your back against his hold as you felt his other hand reach in between your legs, fingers probing at your slick tightness. Every gasp and movement and stiffening of your body jerked and jolted your breasts, and the driver’s dark red eyes drank you in thirstily. He made eye contact with you, and you found that you couldn’t break it, mesmerized by how much you felt craved and exposed between the two men.

Shinsou whispered in your ear as one finger entered you. “Look, baby, he likes the show. Fucking loves it. He’s imagining himself touching you like I am”—another finger entered you as the pressured circling of your clit intensified, eliciting a frenzied whine from your lips—“imagining that it’s his fingers knuckle deep in your sopping cunt. God, just listen to you—make that sound for him again—yes, that one, god fuck—”

You felt a third finger slip inside you, your walls trembling to shift and accommodate his thick, coarse fingers. The car filled with the lewd nosies of his fingers pumping in and out of your wetness, the sound of your pants and cries steadily growing louder as you pulled farther and farther away as you lost yourself in Shinsou’s expert attention.

“Dressed like a fucking slut, but you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? So sweet and innocent, so good. You gonna cum for me, angel? Fuck…” He was rutting into your back, biting needily onto your shoulder. “Fuck…!” Your walls pulsed and tightened around his fingers, three curling his name inside your walls with a fourth probing outside still. You were dizzy from the pleasure, dizzy from his words, dizzy from his smell, from the way he held onto you so desperately as if there weren’t anything else but this, nothing else but you and the way you arched and panted and chanted his name.

Your climax was building quickly. Every touch, every obscene word whispered against your skin, every press and rub and sound of his fingers inside of you, against you, your whimpering and the driver’s grunting and Shinsou whispering hotly and feverishly in your ear—you were climbing farther and farther into a blinding whiteness, reaching the peak of your pleasure. Shinsou bit down on your neck, quickening his movements to push you father, raise you higher. Your walls pulsed and tightened around his fingers, but it’s the way Shinsou groaned against your skin—dazed and dazzled from your smell, from both your cunt and your desperate hands squeezing him—that made you come and fall with a tight shutting of your eyes and a loud cry, louder than you’d ever been with any of your partners.

There was no break, though, no pause to catch your breath. At your next inhale, you were jolted, feverishly shifted to fit a hard body between your legs. You opened your eyes to see Shinsou’s face close to yours, his lopsided grin having been replaced by an urgently frantic need.

“Sorry, angel,” he grunted, undoing his belt and zipper. “I wanted to tease you some more, but I’m gonna fucking lose it if I wait any longer…”

He leaned forward to kiss you, taking both your breath and your sanity away. You felt him at your entrance, still sensitive and coming down from your orgasm.

“I’ll pull out. Didn’t expect to meet anyone as interesting as you tonight,” he said by way of an explanation. His finger brushed against your swollen and twitching clit. “Ready for round two?”

Feeling emboldened, you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and said, “I’ve never cummed twice before.”

He smirked. He looked handsome with his ruffled hair falling into his eyes. “Is that a challenge?” he mused.

“More like—setting expectations,” you remarked cheekily.

You gasped suddenly as he pressed into you, pushing through the tense ring that, though wet with pleasure, was still tight and aching.

“So mouthy,” he whispered, grinning smugly at your reaction. “We’ll see how long you can keep that up, [Name].”

Him using your actual name sent butterflies in your stomach, but the feeling was quickly replaced with another growing heat in your lower belly as he pushed further into you, playing with red and puffed nub to help ease the process. You were still so sensitive, though, and you instinctively shuddered and writhed. He gripped your thigh fiercely to keep you still and close, right beneath him, right where he wanted you to be so that he could see every open mouth gasp and fluttering lash as he pushed further inside you.

“Shinsou—” you gasped out his name, and he still managed a self-satisfied chuckle. He leaned over you, sucking on the meat of your breast as he shifted the last few inches needed to fully fill you up. You whimpered at the feel of his veins vibrating against your stretched-out walls, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head.

“This view’s all for me,” he whispered.

You gripped his shoulder as he started to rock his hips.

“God, you feel so good,” he muttered. “Shit…”

You opened your eyes, hearing the adoration and strain in his low tone, and your stomach did multiple flips. He was staring right at your face, eyes flickering between watching himself enter you and watching your hazy, needy expressions, obsessively honing in on your parted lips as you let out throaty exhales with every move of his hips.

Despite the cramped interior of the car, Shinsou shifted your legs against him as best as he could, sinking further into you with a pleased grunt. The position wasn’t the most comfortable; your legs burned with his weight and you wanted nothing more than to have the open space to writhe and grip at heated sheets, but the feel of being filled, his hand still rubbing against your clit, his intense gaze and groans and murmurs, the words dirty and degrading and hot, helped push you toward another climax along the steady strokes of his cock impale you with a quickening speed.

“Nothing smart to say now, huh?” he said, shifting his hips just so to get you to make that noise again, the gasping and guttural one that he and the driver liked so much. When you felt him brush against that spot inside you, the moan fell from your lips, and Shinsou gripped your legs to and pressed against that spot again and again and again, listening to that moan like it were his favorite song.

“Fuck, you’re so tight—you want to cum on my cock so bad, don’t you, baby? Wore this dressed because you wanted to get fucked in the back seat of a car, huh?” He was lost in chasing after his own pleasure; the words spilled mindlessly from his lips. What had been initially said to rile you up was now for him to reach his own high. Your walls squeezed and tightened around him, your second climaxing approaching quickly as you trembled beneath him. “You feel so good, angel—shit…!”

With him swearing and muttering in pleasure, pumping in and out of you, with your hand snaked in between your bodies, providing tense rubs against your clit, you saw white and stars. With a final cry, your walls spasmed around his cock, and you came, hotter and heavier than the first time.

Shinsou pressed hs mouth against yours to get one last piece of you as he abruptly pulled out and came onto your thigh, the seed dripping down your leg and onto the car.

It sounded like the driver came too, as the three of you were heaving in the dimness of the car.

As you slowly caught your breath, you opened your eyes, letting your vision adjust to the dim light. You could see Shinsou’s tiled grin, so close to you. He leaned forward to kiss you gently, one hand holding himself up so he didn’t crush you with his weight and the other against your thigh, smearing his cum against your skin.

“Did you have fun?” he whispered, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your chin, your cheek, the sweet spot beneath your ear.

“Yes,” you responded, voice still husky.

He chuckled. “You better stop that or I’ll give him another buck-twenty,” he teased.

“Hey,” the driver interrupted, “I’m dropping off you off.” The car began to move, and you saw the familiar lights and buildings as he took the two of you back to the club, giving you no time to bask in your post-sex haze.

You didn’t feel like you were in a decent enough state to go into a crowded public space again, but you know the bachelorette party was still there—and there was something hot about being in the club with your dress barely covering the paint of cum on your thigh.

Shinsou pushed himself off of you and sat on the passenger seat. He zipped himself back into his pants but kept his shirt open, more interested in unabashedly watching you tuck your breasts back behind thin fabric and wipe off some of the dripping cum with your dress. You looked around for your underwear, but didn’t find it—your eyes glanced to the driver.

“Consider it tip,” Shinsou muttered with a snicker.

The car stopped, signaling your arrival. You stepped out, feeling the driver’s gaze on your legs, but he drove off without another word.

You stood on the street in front of the club and avoided other people’s gazes. You probably looked a mess, you thought, smudged make up, ruffled dress, disheveled curls, standing beside a man with an open shirt and lipstick markings—but you found you didn’t care. You were warm, and satisfied, and pleased.You probably looked a mess, you thought, smudged make up, ruffled dress, disheveled curls, standing beside a man with an open shirt and lipstick markings—but you found you didn’t care. You were warm, and satisfied, and pleased.

“You okay?” Shinsou asked, touching your arm gently.

“Yes—yeah.” You flushed. “It was fun. I enjoyed it.”

He grinned, and it wasn’t a crooked one. “Good. What’s your number, angel?”

You gave it to him, stomach lighting up with butterflies at the intensity of his attraction to you—the intensity of your attraction to him. He texted you his name so that you could save it—Hitoshi. His first name was pretty.

“When do you leave?” he asked.

“Two days. I have the afternoon flight.”

“I have an evening flight that day. If you want, we can do this again.”

“…Maybe a little bit of something else, too?” you said. “I…know of a cute brunch place, nearby our hotel.”

Shinsou smiled, another uncrooked and even one that had you smiling back. He pulled you in for another kiss, tasting the sweetness of his name on your tongue. “Okay. I’ll call you,” he said. “Go back inside before I call that Uber back.”

Shinsou answered his buzzing phone as you walked away and entered the club. The bachelorette group had caught you as soon as you arrived, pulling you aside to demand an explanation and call for community shots as congratulations. You laughed as they berated and interrogated you, feeling, for once, just as wild as them.

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