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#“THE TRUE STORY” LMAOOOOO

tame-a-messenger · 2 months

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lol someone on Twitter posted the podcast clip of Angela and Damien commented under

https://x.com/shourtneey/status/1775774250185482288?s=46&t=LBN-nTL3dHZAbWOFkeCnKg

LMAOOO NO WAY

(Twitter link)

I wont lie, my heart genuinely DROPPED yesterday when I read the first reply, I thought something was wrong! but then I thought about it and realized he was being /j /hj lmao (tone indicators man.)

THEN I started to think about why he would reply to this tweet in the first place. "From my perspective, this story contains FALSEHOODS" I'm going to BET you it has something to do with her asking him what she had said at the party. (or maybe she did something silly and left it out? ie. her throwing up, spilling something on him, her talking about something she likes [nerdy][[derogatory]] ?) (OR OR she embellished on him saying "that talk really meant a lot")

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BUT THEN,

THIS MUTHAFUCKA ^^^ (within the first TEN MINUETS OF STREAM) TALKS ABOUT THE TWEET, AND ABOUT HOW PEOPLE ALWAYS THINK HE'S BEING PASSIVE AGRESSIVE. (<-context) someone replied to Damien's first reply thinking he was being /s) -GOES TO BED, WAKES UP, GOES BACK TO THE TWEET TO REPLY AGAIN, SO THAT PEOPLE WILL KNOW HE'S BEING /j

.... this man....

Since I believe he was only /hj (half-joking)... I want to know exactly what Damien meant by "FALSEHOODS".

So, I'll wrap this up with-

Why would he @ BOTH of them?

If it was something small she got wrong I could see him just @ ing her. But BOTH the Host of the Podcast and Angela sounds like whatever she got wrong/different was BIG. (and most DEFINITELY something funny)(based on Damien's vibe)

NOT TO MENTION HOW MUCH HE SAYS "Whoa" IN THE FIRST REPLY !!

YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHATEVER SHE DIDN'T SAY WASN'T SOMETHING HUGE !

He also mentions in the Twitch clip that "we got to talk about it a little bit" in what I believe to be him earlier on his stream referencing , that he had been at Smosh that day. (remember, this was the day they were BOTH confirmed(based on social posts) to be ONSET at Smosh) Meaning he talked TO HER IN PERSON ABOUT WHAT SHE SAID ON THE PODCAST.

[YOU HAVE ENTERED "THE DELUSIONAL ZONE", CONTINUE OF YOUR OWN FREEWILL]

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So I'm theorizing (being delusional)(but also really hoping) that they're planning on talking about it on camera somewhere. I'm thinking, if anything, something for (the Host) Miles' Podcast? since Smosh fans only know about it tangentially, and the story was told on his Podcast.

I think it would be better that way anyway :) (PODCAST VERSION OF ANG AND DAMES??? AN HOUR!!?? THE FOOTAGE DOESN'T CUT?? YES PLEASE!!)

(other idea- how fucking funny would it be if DAMIEN (or I suppose Angela) called into the podcast about a "silly little co-worker" that told "FALSEHOODS" about a Christmas Party..?)

[YOU HAVE SURVIVED "THE DELUSIONAL ZONE", NOW BACK TO REALITY]

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It is nice that by default, we are a BILLION PERCENT going to get mentions of whatever it is she did sometime in the future at Smosh (I'm hoping the longest we'll have to wait is next month!)

I CANNOT WAIT for whatever it is the "FALSEHOODS" are!!!

PLEASE TELL US ANGELA AND DAMIEN!!! 🔊🔊🔊

#Christmas Event™#YOU GUYS HAVE TO UPDATE ME ON THIS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE #OK?#Damien Haas #Angela Giarratana #Smosh #Damngela Dynamic Enjoyer #Smosh Games #Smosh Pit #Damangela #Damien and Angela #Damien x Angela #Damngela #Damien/Angela #smoshblr #this guys second reply is so fucking funny #“THE TRUE STORY” LMAOOOOO #maybe the cutest thing I've ever seen

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rebouks · 10 months

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Previous // Next

Oscar: Are you sure you’re not hungr-… Matilda: I’m fine! Fu-..dge off asking me! God. [Oscar gestures wildly, bah! Courtney flashes him a smirk, shooing him from the living room] Courtney: So..? Matilda: [hums] I don’t know… Courtney: Trust me, you’re not gonna wanna do this alone; you might think you do, but when it starts.. oof. Matilda: Fine. [Finally! Courtney jostles Matilda’s shoulder, letting out a squeak of excitement] Matilda: You better not look at my-… Courtney: [laughs] I’ve got one too y’know. Robin: One of what? Courtney: Never you mind. … [Courtney skips over to Oscar, tugging at him excitedly] Courtney: She finally agreed! Oscar: I wondered what you were squealing about… Courtney: I’m so excited! Oscar: Mhmm-.. does it make you want another one yet? Courtney: [snorts] You’ve gotta be kidding me. [Oscar grins as he envelopes Courtney in a passionate embrace, only half joking] Courtney: We are not about to leave Tilda alone with three babies. Oscar: But I love it when you get all giddy… … Robin: Mama said your baby’s gonna stay with uncle Brivan… Matilda: Uh-huh. Robin: Why? Matilda: ‘Cause they can’t have a baby of their own, so I’m giving them one. Robin: Like a present? Matilda: Sure. Robin: Oh.. that’s nice! Matilda: I’m glad someone thinks so. Robin: Can I have a present? Matilda: You want a baby too? Robin: [giggles] No! I gots two already. Matilda: [snort laughs] Poor Robin.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #courtney finch #robin finch #wren finch #byrd finch #matilda douglas #i'm sure cookie will make a better birf partner than ivan lmaooooo #sry ivan but it's true #and sid definitely taught robin to call them brivan #LOL

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pookietv · 2 months

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am i cool yet? | george clarke

thank you for all the love on my first post, appreciate it massively!!

have a little george clarke x singer because i love the thought of that loser (affectionate) with a very cool girl

liked by georgeclarkeey, arthurtv and 7,390 others

arthurnfhill: guess who is going back on artour!! (please come and don't let the tour flop)

georgeclarkeey: it would be quite funny if it flopped though

↳ arthurnfhill: so funny i am laughing so hard rn

user1: cannot waiiiiiit when do tickets drop!!!

↳ arthurnfhill: 10am next friday!

yourusername: hm that sounds cringe. wonder who will even bother showing up to that stinker.

↳ arthurnfhill: literally so cringe, wait until you hear about the support act, they suck so much, gonna be the worst show ever

↳ yourusername: i don't doubt it x

liked by arthurnfhill, georgeclarkeey and 3,904 others. tagged @/arthurnfhill

yourusername: good news, i am going on tour! bad news, it's with @/arthurnfhill (but on a serious note, tickets go on sale 10am friday, so if you wanna come by and hear us sing some little tunes please do!)

georgeclarkeey: jeez he said he had a stinker support act but i didn't know it was this bad (but of course i am kidding and you guys will smash it)

↳ yourusername: @/arthurnfhill is this the irrelevant flatmate you were telling me about??

↳ arthurnfhill: unfortunately, yes

↳ georgeclarkeey: @/yourusername ah, so my reputation proceeds me

liked by yourusername and 1,293 more tagged @/yourusername and @/arthurnfhill

arthurhillupdates: pictures that y/n put on her story from the first show of the tour tonight!!

userone: omg can't believe i missed the ticket drop, these two performing together ???

usertwo: they are literally both so hot i can't

userthree: i would kill to be backstage ngl

liked by georgeclarkeey, yourusername and 6,830 more tagged @/yourusername

arthurnfhill: artour night one in newcastle was very cool! a little disappointed that y/n looks cooler then me on stage but i will have to live with it

georgeclarkeey: to be fair i don't know what you were expecting, you don't look very cool anyway

↳ arthurnfhill: you can't be mean about things that are true

yourusername: if you need any stage coaching lmk

↳ arthurnfhill: rubbing a lot of salt into a fresh wound

↳ georgeclarkeey: @/yourusername i'd keep rubbing it if i were you

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey is that what you usually say to women?

↳ userone: she ate him up lmaooooo

arthurtv: can't wait for the london show so i can pester you live

↳ yourusername: couldn't have said it better myself, can't wait to pester you too

liked by arthurnfhill, georgeclarkeey and 3,473 more

yourusername: half way through the (ar)tour, thank you for all the support so far!! (+plus a little throwback from when i was just a girl making silly youtube covers)

bambinobecky: to say you look hot is an understatement

↳ yourusername: you're gonna make me blush x

arthurnfhill: wow that photo is great wonder who you pestered until they took the photo

↳ yourusername: got absolutely no clue, some random guy with a pedostache took it for me backstage

↳ arthurnfhill: crying in the mens bathrooms rn

↳ yourusername: you're getting awfully upset about the photo credits

↳ arthurnfhill: want to be able to put 'y/n's photographer' on my cv thats all

↳ yourusername: would be the only thing on there to be fair

gkbarry: jesus you're gorgeous, where's arthur been hiding you?

↳ yourusername: in the basement, says he's too famous to be my friend anymore :,(

arthurtv: don't tell him i told you but clarkey said you looked pretty in this photo

↳ yourusername: clarkey being too scared to comment on a girls instagram seems on brand to be honest

↳ georgeclarkeey: arthur you're a snitch and y/n you're mean

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey maybe but i wasn't wrong

liked by georgeclarkeey, arthurnfhill and 3,928 others

yourusername: london, you were amazing! the best night to end tour on, thank you all so much for coming to artour and supporting

arthurnfhill: thank you for supporting (even if you were very annoying)

↳ yourusername: is this seriously what you were typing when you were at the bar ??

↳ georgeclarkeey: can confirm, i saw him typing it

↳ user1: omg they're together?? clarkey and y/n meetup !!!

georgeclarkeey: was a very cool show, shame arthur had to come on and ruin it

↳ yourusername: for real, the audacity of this man to play at his own tour, smh

↳ georgeclarkeey: i couldn't agree more, should have just been the y/n show

liked by arthurtv, georgeclarkeey and 3,483 more tagged @/georgeclarkeey

yourusername: don't let george take you for a walk in london, he takes it as photoshoot opportunities and makes you take a million of him (proof referenced above)

arthurnfhill: you spend time with him once and complain, this is what i deal with all the time

↳ yourusername: i have never pitied you more

georgeclarkeey: who is that good looking man??

↳ yourusername: think you're mixed up, @/arthurtv isn't in this picture x

↳ georgeclarkeey: now thats just cruel, especially after i paid for dinner

↳ yourusername: poor you :(

liked by georgeclarkeey, arthurnfhill and 4,192 others

yourusername: i forced the boys to take me to the local pub just to get aquainted

arthurnfhill: we will never let you have sambuca shots again, you just became mean

↳ georgeclarkeey: she actually became nicer to me the more drunk she got

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey that's just because i was relying on you to look after me x

arthurtv: you are abnormally shit at pool

↳ yourusername: hey you weren't much better, hill carried you so badly

↳ arthurtv: says you who teamed up with george just to make him help you with all your turns

↳ yourusername: don't hate the player hate the game, not my fault george felt like being nice to me

↳ arthurtv: wonder why he's so nice to you

liked by arthurnfhill, georgeclarkeey and 5,289 more

yourusername: why not to leave men alone with your phone, a thread

georgeclarkeey: you have done us a little dirty with these photos

↳ yourusername: shouldn't have taken them on my phone then

↳ georgeclarkeey: don't lie you love it

chrismd10: third one is going in the wank bank

↳ yourusername: wish i could say the same

↳ georgeclarkeey: am i not wank bank worthy?

↳ yourusername: really think about what your life has come to commenting this on instagram

liked by yourusername, arthurnfhill and 7,839 others

georgeclarkeey: she tried to teach me how to play, am i cool yet?

yourusername: i think i speak for all of us when i say no x

↳ georgeclarkeey: at least i tried

↳ yourusername: tried being the operative word

arthurnfhill: can confirm, sounded like a cat dying

↳ georgeclarkeey: okay fine, you can stick to being my rockstar boyfriend

↳ arthurnfhill: okay pookie

maxbalegde: he came into the office and swore down he was a top ten artist

↳ yourusername: i mean if top ten is top ten worst he might actually be right x

liked by georgeclarkeey and 8,380 others

yourusername: my boyfriend is not very cool but he is hot and i love him all the same (turns out he has a thing for super cool awesome rock girls)

georgeclarkeey: i am not sure how to feel about this, you both violated me and complimented me

↳ yourusername: feel grateful i complimented you, was just going to violate you originally x

↳ georgeclarkeey: well when you put it that way, gosh i'm just so lucky

arthurnfhill: nice of george to wear a hat that labels all of his skills so quickly and easily

chrismd10: honestly thought world war three would come before george got a girlfriend

↳ yourusername: you and me both (he's holding me captive please help)

liked by yourusername, arthurtv and 8,296 more

georgeclarkeey: if i get a cool girlfriend, does that make me cool by proximity?

arthurtv: no

arthurfnhill: she is barely cool let alone you

chrismd10: in no universe are you cool

yourusername: good try george, but no x

↳ georgeclarkeey: i'll try again with my next girlfriend then x

↳ yourusername: took you this long to get one girlfriend i don't think that will be anytime soon x

↳ georgeclarkeey: kidding, i am not letting you leave (you are the only one who can tolerate me)

hope you enjoyed !! :)

#george clarkey #arthur frederick #chrismd #chaos crew #uselesshotline #atv #arthurhill #georgeclarkey x reader #georgeclarke x reader #georgeclarke fic #georgeclarkey fic

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chandralia · 8 months

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I always find it funny whenever I see antis say things like "I want bakugo to stay dead / I want krbk or izuocha to get more screentime instead cause they're healthier than bkdk" and when Hori does the opposite of that they go on saying "Hori is a bad writer, hori is an abuse apologist etc". Like they're the equivalent of "who does the author think he is?"

this image sfhjdhh

I feel like people don’t understand that bkdks are just as shocked at half the things we’ve gotten. Even when someone makes a theory (that’s rooted in bkdk’s dynamic) and it comes true, we’re like wait what??? because it always feels like something pulled right out of a fic 🫣

ANYWAYS we’re all on this ride together, all we’re doing is shipping our ships and enjoying whatever Hori writes, and if someone’s not enjoying it that’s okay ! If they don’t drop the story, there’s clearly still something pulling them in and they should focus on that.

as for people wanting Bakugo to stay dead LMAOOOOO

#bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #:’)

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cressthebest · 2 months

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 9

chapter 16:

1. 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 mulciber

2. ew. why does mulciber have to be clever?

3. holy shit. james thought reg died, so he brutally murdered mulciber. and kept chipping away even once the cannon sounded. holy shit

4. thank GOD they’re both reunited and hugging right now

5. not the note that sirius put in the canister ��😭😭😭 “baby”. like, that was so passive aggressive and for what reason

6. oh got it. it’s a code to regulus as a tip to fake a relationship for the cameras

7. awww james brushes his thumb across reg’s cheek to apply salve. but also, that’s such a tender moment

8. ugly sobbing. james just misses sirius

9. AGAIN i will forever cry over what evan meant to regulus

10. god poor sirius. he had another memory lapse. that hurts.

11. (also the way sirius was able to note that ref genuinely has feelings for james because he’d never purposefully show soppy emotions like that to the world. so clearly calling james “baby” was an accident)

12. awww sirius offers to show his scars if remus shows his. that’s such an intimate thought

13. i feel bad that sirius has to do damage control for reg’s grief over evan

14. god, it’s the fact that both of effie and monty’s children had to go through the arena.

15. awww lyall and hope lupin’s love story is so sweet

16. AWWWWW crying again! sirius is going to tell effie and monty all about remus

17. “Remus glances over at Sirius and smiles slightly, because if there's one thing that Hope and Lyall taught him about love, it's that a happy middle is just as special.” 😧😧 what? and i’m supposed to be okay after reading that? like, i’m supposed to be okay?

chapter 17:

1. OMG WHAT??? LILY POV????

2. not the chapter starting with comments about how big lily’s boobs are 😭😭 also, i’m but a simple girl. i am now thinking about her boobs too

3. 😧 lily is connected to dorcas? and knew about fabian and gideon?? ARE WE GONNA GET TO SEE LILY EVANS??

4. OMG SHE LIVES IN THE PHOENIX WHICH IS EQUIVALENT TO DISTRICT THIRTEEN!!! FUCK YEAH (also i hope that this means that dumbledore’s death will be parallel to Coin)

5. lily is a menace and i love her for it

6. NO lily thinks remus is dead! babe, i promise you he’s alive! and he misses you too! everyday!

7. girl this is NOT dumbledores place. who gave him the right to tell that to lily? it’s not his place to say that she doesn’t have anyone left to love. doesn’t matter that it’s true. it’s not his damn place

8. eleven tributes left in the arena. gods i’m so worried

9. NOOO MOLLY!! THIS IS SO SAD

10. i’m still not okay over fab and gid’s deaths. and i’m still curious as to why

11. GIRL WHAT THE FUCK?? molly just started choking dorcas. i get she’s angry, but like, goddamn

12. AHHHHH they were involved in the order of the phoenix!!! that’s why!!!

13. sirius is watching james breathe on screen and is MATCHING his breathing. that really hurts and i can’t pinpoint why, but it does

14. james talking to sirius through the screen hurts so badly. he just misses his best friend. he says sirius is the strongest person he knows. everything hurts

15. “"Another word out of you, and I'll put my hands down yours just to rip your fucking cock off," Regulus hisses” LMAOOOOO

16. wolfstar banter >>>>>>>

17. “"I'd take being something with you over being everything with anyone else," Sirius tells him.” jfc i’m not okay after reading that. that sentence summarizes ALL of wolfstar perfectly

18. WOLFSTAR??? KISS?? OH BOY I AM BLESSED TONIGHT!!

19. dear lord i do not believe in, protect wolfstar in this lifetime and give them a happy ending

#marauders #regulus black #fanfic #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #crimson rivers

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thegreymoon · 4 months

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The Story of Minglan

Let's see how far through this episode I can get without wanting to smack a man. Gu Tingye in particular.

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Oh, delightful!

The Emperor has picked up secret gardening and his trusted subjects are there to watch him play with dirt like a baby 🙄

I preferred the old Emperor, honestly. This one seems incompetent, but I am putting my hopes in his son and Gu Tingye to keep the Song Dynasty from collapsing.

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Shameless 🤣🤣

I love how he just goes up to Emperors and demands they give him things 🤣🤣

That's how he got the spear from the old one too!

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Oh, Rulan, you don't know what a hard life is even as a concept 🙄🙄

Also, LOL, I love how smug Wang Ruofu looks here 🤣🤣

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LMAO, I love how Rulan expounds on how true love is the meaning of all joy and happiness and Miglan just looks at her like she's lost her mind 🤣🤣

I know that Minglan will eventually experience romantic love with Gu Tingye and tie her entire life to him, but her current state of mind is such an aroace experience 🤣🤣

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LMAO, their friendship remains one of my favourite things on this show 🤣🤣

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I can't watch 😫

Like... I know Gu Tingye already knows about Rulan and her boyfriend. It is a part of his plan, in fact. I know that Rulan will not actually come to any serious harm.

BUT STILL!

This drama has instilled sheer terror of secret romances in me 😖

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The way he cannot deal, LMAO 😅😅

And he was having such a good day, too!

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And it is the poor servant being beaten again, smh.

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Well, it's good to know that at least Wang Ruofu would not let them kill her.

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I have to say, while I do feel sorry for Rulan for getting caught up in Tingye's bullshit, I love this for Sheng Hong!

Not one daughter, but TWO!! getting caught in an illicit affair 🤣🤣 It couldn't have happened to a more deserving man!

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Coincidentally 🙄 Accidentally 🙄🙄

But how did he even know that they would be there at exactly that time?? IS HE IN LEAGUE WITH THAT JING FELLOW?

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LMAO, honestly, if my marriage prospects were the men in this drama, I would sooner become a nun too!

Anyway, Granny is PISSED and I am living!! 🔥🔥🔥

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Oh, now she's your daughter, is she 🙄

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LMAO, I love Granny! 💛

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Is this Rulan's boyfriend?

I don't think I ever got a good look at his face.

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LMAOOOOO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T BE AGGRIEVING MINGLAN??

SHE HAS MOVED OOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!

Her better options include: 1) marrying Gu Tingye, 2) marrying He Hongwen and 3) becoming a nun.

You have no chance.

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LOL, you'll settle nothing.

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LMAO, he's so pleased with himself 🤣🤣

Is sis Hualan matchmaking for him?? 👀 Her husband works for Gu Tingye, after all, it makes sense they would be in on this plan.

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Said the man who has done nothing but lie, sneak and scheme 🙄

Smack him, Minglan!

I mean, yes, also marry him, but smack him hard first!

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LMAO, you are about to be served a big piece of humble pie!

I'm going to love every moment of watching you fail!

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MTE.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep38

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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.

#smut #bnha smut #shinsou smut #smut tw #18+#shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha fanfic #╰【 TAGGED AS … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ fandom「 bnha 」#╰【 TAGGED AS … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ character「 shinsou 」#╰【 TAGGED AS … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ reader「 she/her 」#╰【 FILED UNDER … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ 18+ 」#╰【 FILED UNDER … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ novae writes 」#╰【 TAGGED AS … 】❖ ━━━━━ ❛ titled「 a little bit of this (& a little bit of that) 」

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“The duffers are just two straight white guys who want the hero to get the girl, with a slap dash of role reversal because she’s the one with powers”

Counter: The Duffers are two nerdy white guys who have never once been confirmed as straight (one simply happens to be married to a woman) who had a chance taken on them by a big studio who now—by some social deference to nostalgia with thrilling elements—show run one of the most popular shows in the world.

(forewarning for some pettiness & some sarcasm lmao)

They have literally said they are film nerds surprised by their audience because they expected it to appeal only to people like them: fellow nerds and film kids (who went to one of the most well-respected film schools in California, and maybe the states) whose OG pitch was inspired by Denis Villeneuve (director of Prisoners, Arrival, Blade Runner 2049, & Dune to name a few), True Detective (Cary Fukunaga), and the subversive horrors & fantasies of their childhood—and who have shown season over season they are entirely unafraid to vilify homophobia, subvert heteronormativity, and tell queer stories with deference to the emotions of the queer person.

They have also again and again shown that they do not necessarily defer to or even agree with the things their actors say implicitly (making faces when they say things they don’t necessarily agree with) and explicitly (saying “we’re not game of thrones’ when Millie + Noah said they should start killing people off). They have said more than once that they regret leaning into public opinion or fan desires over the story they want to tell, and that they will not be doing so for their final seasons (despite knowing it will upset some of their fans).

Now….with all of this in mind—you want to bet that these two men are planning on “subverting the trope” by doing…the same shit every show you’ve ever seen do to their queer characters? To undermine an entire season of romantic tension they placed between two of the male leads in an ensemble cast, INCLUDING confirming that one of them is in fact gay and in love with the other one, despite knowing how important good storytelling is to them based on their words and inspirations? To internalize the words of one of their actors at a fan con (who merely said he “doesn’t think” something, and then said “we’ll see”) as law over 6.5 years of evidence proving they are literally just going to do what they want, actors and audience be damned?

Lmao. Just…lmao.

I don’t worship the duffers by any stretch of the imagination (and in fact have a fair amount of critique for how certain things were handled) but…even I know believing their idea of a good story is 1) gonna do the same shit everyone else has before them to queer characters they’ve already shown more respect to than not and 2) going to be dictated by the whims of people upset at them for simultaneously being too heteronormative and not heteronormative enough is…laughable, to say the least.

Please realize that actors and fans are not the central drivers of story in this show (unlike so many others) and rest from the constant emotional rollercoaster of believing everyone but the people who run the story. I promise you will know a lot more peace, in life and on the internet lmaooooo

#byler #every time I see people argue about this I have to laugh lmao #like. please. this isn’t supernatural or voltron or Disney or whatever else #‘the duffers would never’ and their evidence is every show the duffers haven’t done LMFAO #anyone who has ever watch a film or know a pretentious film kid would KNOW that #and also…the duffers are literally not writing for the ‘GA’ or whatever and have SAID IT #so idk why anyone is pressed #anyway. let me get back to gifs and my little prisoners analysis ok #st commentary #stranger things #the me tag #my st commentary #duffer brothers

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yakuzacanons · 7 months

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sorry to also send another ask as of late but i was just thinking,, could we have some sfw/nsfw HC about Goromi? as in like Majima’s S/O finding out about this little disguise to lure Kiryu out into a fight?

for example; the S/O find random womens clothes that dont belong to and get a bit worried about being cheated on or something?

if not don’t worry!! thank you again for all the awesome responses! -🦋

LMAOOOOO Goromi mine beloved, I always have time for our favorite one eyed man. Doing this more as a brief story than a list of general headcanons. Also surprise mini Kiryu appearance in there teehee. Headcanon below da cut as always.

Majima's unusual fashion sense means his romantic partner will get pretty used to finding all kinds of clothes in the house. However, it's not until they straight up find an entire dress that concerns arise. Majima does a lot of weird things, but he's yet to just wear a dress around, right?

Part of you will think that Majima doesn't have it in him to cheat but the thought will still cross your mind. It's not until other items, like jewelry and makeup, start showing up that you really get riled up about this.

You stew over the idea of directly confronting him for a while when the answer actually just hits you right in the face, or rather it appears in front of you dressed fully in pink with a blonde wig on. Even in full makeup, there's no mistaking it's Majima. Especially since he just refuses to change his eyepatch out. How many guys even look like that anyways?

Before you can ask for an explanation or even react to what you're seeing in your own home, Majima tells you not to tell anyone. Surely this isn't the strangest thing people have seen Majima do. Hell, he staged a zombie breakout for fun once. What's the big deal?

He can see the confusion on your face and decides there's no better way to tell you than to just show you. He sneaks around Tokyo with you, hand in hand, all the while you still have no idea what he's doing. Is this some new fangled undercover job or something? Surely they could've gotten anyone else to do an undercover job... literally anyone with two eyes, a quiet voice, or less tattoos.

It isn't until Majima suddenly springs into action and you see him face to face with Kiryu that everything clicks. You might've known! In a way, you feel a little silly that you thought it would be anything but. You've seen the stunts he's pulled before to get an excuse to engage in fisticuffs with Kiryu.

True to his nature, Majima does this bigger and better than any of the last stunts he pulled. Batting his eyelashes and raising his voice to a nearly shrill pitch as he announces that his name is Goromi, all while wearing heels higher than you've ever seen in your life. You're in awe. Kiryu's just dumbfounded.

From that point on, if you ever saw Majima pulling that blonde wig out of the closet, you'd just laugh a little to yourself. Kiryu would be in for a big surprise. Hell, you might just tag along to watch the glorious chaos unfold. Even after all this time, Majima still manages to surprise you.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza headcanons #yakuza #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima goro #goromi

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silviakundera · 2 months

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The Spirealm Ep 6 Reaction

fair warning: in these episode reactions I'm not gonna pretend I haven't read the novel. in fact, I purposely finished the novel before viewing, to get The Full Experience. thus novel spoilers, including twist end, included.

🙌 client sleeps on the floor time 🙌 (LQ: I can sleep on the floor. RN: NO.)

Creepy X agent listening at their door and setting up the newbie.

Spikes stabbed through the wall while they sleep! Not ok!!!!!

This is why in a survival game you sleep fully clothed!

"Are we really going to treat the kids this way?"

"There's no room for mercy."

I fucking love how creepy the whole forced holding an egg in your mouth thing is.

Lock picking skills and THE DOOR \o/

lmao after RN snarks at agent X, "so that's your new partner" and makes a face at her, he turns and flashes this little smile at LQ as he says, "let's go." The bias is so strong.

yaaaaaaaaassssss the newbie is losing it. Things are falling apart. RN looks as enthralled as me.

LB is supposed to be standing guard while RN sleeps (as they all take turns), but does he sit in the chair? no. He sits on the bed next to RN, and talks out loud to him so there's no way he'll sleep either lol.

Nevermind, they're just gonna go to sleep together and hope no monsters try to kill them overnight.

.... that lasts about 15 seconds 👍

ah, LQ discovers that RN tried switching their eggs so the monster will target only RN. He's so low key about it. I like how understated it is, though of course LQ understands the significance of every time RN protects him.

"Here's yours."

You just know those crossed hands were blocked that way on purpose.

The way that RN then just matter of factly drops his on the floor, completely crushed. "My hand slipped. I must have been delirious."

Look at that lying uwu face

LQ doesn't even bother to buy what those eyes are selling and he once again probes, tests, why are you taking such good care of me?

He suggests maybe it's about recruiting him to join Obsidian, but imo I don't think he actually believes it's mercenary. It's that... it all feels too good to be true. (His repeated questioning reminds me a little about how Cha Yeowoon in 'Love for Love's Sake' finally laments, in distress, that he doesn't understand why Tae Myungha is treating him this way. And he's told, why can't someone just decide to be good to you? In both dramas, Ruan Nanzhu & Tae Myungha are indeed hiding some critical context but that doesn't mean the care is false.)

In this case, RN tells him: "I think you're talented. I want to be friends with you."

"You came through this door just to help me, didn't you?" RN spins a story, but neither LQ or the audience buy his bluster. Plus, there's delicate piano music again ;)

"I believe in you. .. Because I see a light in you that others don't have."

(this is VERY INTERESTING in lieu of the fact that in the novel, 12th Door God!RN apparently saw something so special in Actual Leader of Obsidian!LQ such that he falls in love and creates this entire long game for them both to lose their memories & develop a relationship asdfghjk)

awwwwwwwwwwwww LQ gives a tiny smile with, 'ok' and agrees they'll escape the door and then he'll go PICK UP CHESTNUT THE CAT AND COME FIND HIM 💕💕💕

Clasped hands! Heart eyes! RN: "Agreed."

LMAOOOOO the way they're still romantically holding hands while our leading lady jolts up sleep-talking about accepting a Best Actress award. Nice bit of comedy to break the mood, so it doesn't cross over into cheesy.

lol next morning, RN: whose sleeping posture looks better, mine or Xu Xiaocheng?

LQ, a savvy husband-in-training, "Both look good." Nice save, sir! Couldn't have done it better myself.

Yaaaaaaasssss the bloody cake!

🕵🕵🕵 room 720 timelines 🕵🕵🕵

Next Episode

#the spirealm spoilers #the spirealm #silvia watches the spirealm #cdrama

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norbezjones · 12 days

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Sketch sheet of the 4th love interest of Romance The Backrooms, my upcoming dating sim visual novel. Meet the scared boy, Zenobos! He was designed by jemii.

This poor guy. T_T Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn't have survived in the backrooms as long as he has lmaooooo! He can't really fight and is very cowardly. However, his spiral eye can see where reality "no-clips" and entrances to other levels appear. That comes in very handy when you're running away from a Smiler or the like! Also, he thankfully ran into the other love interests, and now they protect him from any violent opponents around.

The idea of Zenobos being able to see entrances into other levels came about in the same brainstorming discussion I brought up in my last post, with my friend L. I don't think I mentioned this yet, so I'll mention it now: it was L who said that each of the characters' strengths should have a drawback/weakness, which has been an important element for each of my love interests. L really helped make the characters who they are now, and I owe them a lot. <3

Zenobos is voiced by @auroraaveva , who does a fantastic job playing my "adorable little bundle of nerves", as she described him (great description, Aurora!). People seemed to like the casting story I told in my last post for Sam, so I'll also tell the story of how Aurora got cast!

It was early May, and the deadline to the casting call was approaching fast. I had gotten a few auditions to Zenobos that were pretty close to what I had in mind for him, and I trying to figure out which one I liked best in case I had to choose one of them.

Then, literally a DAY before the casting call was to close, someone named Aurora comes into my inbox with an audition! She had auditioned only for Zenobos, which was something no one else did. I was also pleasantly surprised to see a non-masc person auditioning for the part.

I listened to xer audition, and was blown away. It was pretty different than all of the auditions I had received for Zenobos, in pitch and delivery, and it captured dimensions of the character that I hadn't really heard in other auditions yet. It really made me smile--there was my scared little guy; he had finally arrived in Aurora's voice! Hooray!

I was very excited when I got to contact her and tell her she got the part. Ok, that's true for all the voice actors, you got me lol. I should also mention that I try to keep things very professional when I contact people, but when it comes to bringing on talent for a project, 99% of the time I'm fangirling inside lmao. So when I say, "Hi, I'm the project lead for [game] and we received your work," inside I'm like, "HI OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M TALKING TO YOU, YOUR AUDITION/ART/WRITING/ETC IS GREAT AND I AM SO EXCITED TO BRING YOU ON BOARD AHHHHHHH!" Just being honest with y'all. ;3

That's all for today. Thanks for reading about my "adorable little bundle of nerves" (I can't emphasize enough how much I love that description)!

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A while back, it was around the time of Coachella, a Harrie on twitter admitted to sending a fake story (they posted screenshots) to deuxmoi about Harry hooking up with Olivia's personal assistant on the DWD set, and DM posted it and confirmed it and said she heard it happen too lmaooooo. And around the same time Harries send her 2 different stories about Harry hooking up with a woman and a man (seperately) and DM only posted the woman one and said she heard it too lmao. Her answer to everything is "that's what I heard too". But Harries make up stories all the time and she posts everything. She has a disclaimer on her website that she doesn't verify anything she posts, but of course no one pays attention to it because they want the stories to be true.

Exactly. She’s just completely full of shit. She’s sent stuff directly from celebrities’ PR teams, she posts random anonymous gossip she doesn’t verify, and maybe occasionally she gets an actual bit of real gossip. I really truly don’t get why anyone pays attention to her.

#deuxmoi #holivia #stunts

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theendofeverafter · 11 months

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Apple White: A Character Study (Chapter 3)

We’re back in business!

I watched Spring Unsprung last night intending to write a separate post about it, but I realized a few minutes in that it wouldn’t make for a good solo post. Apple spends the majority of the special under the topsy-turvy spell, meaning she wasn’t acting of her own free will and can’t really be held responsible for what she did or said (nor can we examine her character). So I’ve decided to combine Spring Unsprung and Way Too Wonderland into one post. That one will be coming soon. For now, please enjoy my write-up of Apple’s character in Chapter 3.

CHAPTER 3

(Side note: why has it taken me until now to realize Raven’s makeup is the best in the show? Suits her perfectly.)

(Side note: if Ashlynn lateness curse is tied to noon, not midnight, how was that ever going to work with her story? Was the ball gonna be a brunch? An afternoon tea party?)

I think it’s interesting (and a good character choice) to have Apple help Ashlynn work around the rules of her destiny. While Briar is ready to yank the stepsisters off the stage, Apple uses her clever nature to make the best of the situation. But she never tells Ashlynn that she shouldn’t have to wait on her stepsisters, especially since they’re so mean to her. This also makes me wonder (a bit off topic) why Ashlynn, now a rebel, has to listen to what they say. Is it a magical constraint? Is it learned behavior that she’s having trouble letting go of?

(Side note: WHO is Duchess’s mans? 🤨)

(Side note: THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED)

I still don’t know what to make of Apple and Ashlynn’s friendship. I know that Apple has been close friends with Briar and Blondie for a long time, and Ashlynn and Briar have known each other since nursery (rhyme) school, but it seems like Ashlynn and Apple didn’t have a lot of interaction until they started at Ever After High. Adding the strain on their friendship that occurred during True Hearts’ Day (and Apple’s mini-feud with Briar during Thronecoming), it’s surprising to see them chumming it up so much in these episodes—and that Apple was the first person Ashlynn wanted to take with her. Perhaps she was being nice because Apple was right there?

Apple seeing a movie with Daring, hm…

(Side note: sorrynotsorry I love these besties)

(Side note: tbh I prefer Ashlynn’s original voice actress, but Karen Strassman still does a great job)

(Side note: Dexter was TRIFLING for asking Raven out in front of Cupid lmaooooo)

Bruh the way Apple is cringing at Raven and Dexter’s awkwardness is so funny. At least she’s being supportive!

(Side note: idk how anyone could hate Raven and Dexter together tbh, they’re so cute)

“I say we pitch in and do something!” Apple says. (30 minutes later) “We just have to be patient and think positive thoughts”

How did Apple still manage to go to the Forest Fest :////

Junior year! Arguably Apple’s worst. She was immature as a sophomore, but the events of Dragon Games are tough to beat. Let’s see how her character changes after summer break.

Apple volunteering Raven to work on the yearbook instead of asking her first…hm…

I can’t fault Apple for not wanting to look bad in the yearbook. Have you taken a look inside yours from high school or college? That shit looks BAD. And she’s supposed to be the future queen of Ever After. That’s prime gossip rag material right there.

(Side note: Raven’s response to seeing Poppy and Duchess flail through the air was to take a picture instead of using her powers to help them lol)

(Side note: I must point out that in my story Poppy and Sparrow used to be a thing, and now Duchess and Sparrow…Poppy definitely seems like the kind of person to be chill about those sorts of things. Not Duchess though 😂)

(Side note: Bunny and Alistair really got their own episode 🙄 thankfully Kitty has had enough of hetero nonsense and is our sole source of entertainment here)

(Another side note, I know: do Maddie and Kitty not feel any existential dread at the fact that the narrators can alter and rewind their lives? Make them do things they don't want to do? Change their relationships with the people around them? Isn't that a gross violation of their personhood?)

Why is Bunny Apple’s wicket keeper?

Was that Apple’s first detention?

This is probably my favorite picture of Apple and Raven:

(Side note: She’s here she’s amazing we love her)

Wow, Apple and Raven finally learned to get along. What a surprise

(Side note: for story purposes I cannot support the last scene of Tri-Castle-On…except that most of the kids featured there could be the children of the endgame pairings I have in my story) SPOILERS BELOW

Idk who the person with gray hair would be (though I have a few ideas), but from left to right: Raven and Dexter, Chase and Justine, Duchess and Sparrow

CONCLUSION

You can see instances of Apple slowly starting to adapt her Royal ideology to be a better friend, which is good. I don't know what would have sparked this change over summer break, but I'm sure people like Ashlynn, Briar, and Raven really appreciated it. It seems like she was on an upward trend until the Big Event of junior year, which is a little heartbreaking.

Previous reviews: Legacy Day/Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Thronecoming

#ever after high #eah #apple white #the end of ever after #apple white character study

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hardtchill · 11 months

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A major news station in Brazil did an article yesterday about the game and said, mistakenly, that Ary Borges was dating Kerolin. Since the Brazilian team really embodies the country, and turns everything into a joke and an opportunity to laugh, after saying that it's not true the 2 of them started walking around holding hands and hugging each other so that journos can have a ton of pictures. And every other player has been joking about how well they hid the relationship and how they really ship it and are loving the fanfic. The hilarious part is that the nwsl took prints of everyone's stories joking about it to use in a random post about Brazil in the world cup.

LMAOOOOO

I LOVE THIS PART OF THE WORLD CUP