#ALSO: don’t apologize for taking a social media break!

[kkentobox]

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sfw abc’s?

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SFW ABC LIST! W/ JSCHLATT.

author’s note: thank you so much, my love! i hope i did you proud with this one <3 we got a gender neutral reader here! we also have a ted nivison nsfw and sfw abc list coming soon 😼 reblogs & likes are always appreciated! remember, do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

A + AFFECTION —- how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s love languages are acts of service and quality time, i said what i said !! his affection always seems to revolve around those two, with the sprinkle of physical touch. he’ll tie your shoe laces when they come undone without a word. he’ll surprise you with a food and binge watch your favorite shows. he’ll take candid photos of you with the cameras he always carries. he’ll carry you with ease if you’re tired after walking too long. he’ll give you his phone without a worry as to why you want it. his actions say a lot more than he could ever express with words.

B + BEST FRIEND —- what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?

⠀⠀⠀⠀the friendship definitely forms through social media and from the beginning he’d be a pain in the ass. from spamming your phone at late hours with videos or teasing you about literally anything you do, especially if you’re a content creator. he’s definitely someone you can rely on during tough times and someone you can immediately go to when things don’t work out; he’ll be nice enough to offer solutions before comforting you.

C + CUDDLE —- do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt is a huge cuddler! though it took him a while to actually admit and accept it, he physically melts when he’s in your arms. he feels very natural spooning you, but he would never put up a fight to be cuddled by you. whether he’s lying on top of you with his head in your neck or chest or being a little spoon, he’ll have a goofy look on his face.

D + DOMESTIC —- they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt being the classic american he is, does see himself settling down at some point. he doesn’t cook five star meals and has hired people to clean before, but he will step up his game for you if he sees a future with you. you’ll see him put more effort in grocery shopping with you, cleaning up the dishes if you cooked, accidentally getting on cleantok because he searched up helpful tips on cleaning.

E + ENDING —- if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he’s a very serious man about stuff like this, but he’d be blunt about it. he wouldn’t drag things on or sugarcoat anything, he’d cut straight to the point and just say what he’s already decided. it would be in the bedroom or living room where he can sit and properly look at you. he’d talk about how he came to the decision, what he’s feeling and apologize for doing it, but not feeling very sorry about it because ultimately it’s how he feels.

F + FIANCE(E) —- how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt is definitely someone who wants to take a relationship slow, he won’t put a ring on your finger in a year of being together. no longer than five years, but no earlier than two years for sure! something about him just gives off a very natural vibe, one where he kinda just lets everything fall into place on their own.

G + GENTLE —- how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

⠀⠀⠀⠀naturally with you, he’s very gentle with his physical touch. brushing your hair? he’s doing his best to not tug too harshly on the strands, kissing and whispering against your head if he accidentally hurt you. helping you with chores? he’ll roll up your sleeves or help you put your hair back. he’ll smooth over your clothes with soft hands in public without saying a word. often placing both of his palms against your cheeks to pucker up your lips, ready to place a lingering kiss.

⠀⠀⠀⠀emotionally, he tries his best to help you understand him. he knows how he is with communication and emotional intelligence, something he’s gotten better at since meeting you. though most of his emotions when it comes to you are always positive, there are moments where they aren’t; during those times, he still won’t take it out on you because he values your own wellbeing.

H + HUGS —- do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

⠀⠀⠀⠀i KNOW his hugs are the best thing in the world. with how big and broad he is, his body would wrap around yours just perfectly, like it was meant to be held by him. i can actually see him holding you very often in the privacy of your home, his arms lazily wrapped around your waist all the time like they’re glued there. when he’s talking to you, nine times out of ten, he’s all up in your space with a hug.

I + I LOVE YOU —- how fast do they say the L-word?

⠀⠀⠀⠀seeing as how it takes him a while to process and fully understand his emotions, he would definitely take his time with saying the l-word. he would feel it early in the relationship, but would overthink how you actually feel so he’d hold off on saying it for months. he might actually wait until he feels like you guys have reached a serious point in the relationship, but would still end up saying it in a very comfortable environment. maybe snuggled up on the couch watching a movie or getting ready to go out.

J + JEALOUSY —- how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?

⠀⠀⠀⠀with feelings like his, he doesn’t always get jealous because normally you’re very quick to never let anything get to a point where it would make him jealous. but! let’s say he does get jealous for whatever reason, he doesn’t blame you ever. he’ll get a very strong urge to be possessive, give you a big kiss and grope you no matter if you’re in public. there are times where he just kind of wallows and gets quiet, feeling this ugly weight on his chest that doesn’t go away until you’ve given him enough kisses to get his mind off it.

K + KISSES —- what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s kisses are always very sweet but firm, just like his love for you! his favorite place to kiss you is your forehead, the habit coming natural to him because of his cats. he seemingly enjoys whenever you press a kiss against his cheek, especially near his chops. there are times in public or for filming purposes when he tends to get a little vulgar with his kisses just to fluster you. on plenty occasions, he’ll open mouth kiss you and hold you tight against him so you won’t move.. those would be my favorite idk about you guys.

L + LITTLE ONES —- how are they around children?

⠀⠀⠀⠀we have all seen how he acts around children, the man is a complete natural when it comes to kids. he’s very gentle, knows how to keep them entertained & is more than capable of keeping up with their attention span. i can definitely see him getting baby fever really bad, but it being cut short if he sees their boogers or something </3

M + MORNINGS —- how are mornings spent with them?

⠀⠀⠀⠀i am a firm believer that he likes to hit the snooze button as many times as he can, always trying to get those last few minutes of sleep in. he’ll hold on tight to you if you like to get up earlier than him, he refuses to let you go so you really have to beg him. his rosy cheeks and sleepy eyes never fail to lure you back in to the cozy bed.

⠀⠀⠀⠀once he’s gotten in those few minutes, he still won’t actually leave the bed until his tired mind realizes you’ve actually left, then he’s quick to get up to find you. mornings are usually when he’s the most clingy, having the tendency of rest his entire body on you even when you’re busy doing something. cooking breakfast? he’s got his arms around you, back flush against his chest as he mumbles into your hair that you should come back to bed. doing work? he’s sitting on the floor beside you so he’s at perfect height to rest his head on your lap.

N + NIGHTS —- how are nights spent with them?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt likes to unwind before bed, what he prefers? watching you from bed as you prepare yourself for the night. attentive eyes memorizing your skincare routine, resting against the headboard as you walk around the room. sometimes when he’s missed you throughout the day, he’ll stand right behind you in the mirror and help you apply everything. holding your hair back rather than letting you tie it up, cleaning up your arms when the water dribbles down them, etc.

⠀⠀⠀⠀when you guys finally end up in bed, there’s quiet mumbles against each other’s skin in the darkness. the final whispers of the other’s day and how it went, what the plans are for tomorrow. i don’t see him taking up too much space on the bed in terms of moving, he prefers to keep himself wrapped around your body and just stays there throughout the night; shifting to your body movement in his slumber.

O + OPEN —- how would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

⠀⠀⠀⠀privacy is something he values greatly, though he makes connections with people quickly, it takes him a while to reveal personal information. he doesn’t say anything until he truly believes he can trust you, then he’ll become more vulnerable. you’ll take note that he begins to share childhood stories, how he’s feeling mentally, his plans for the future, etc.

P + PATIENCE —- how easily angered are they?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s online persona makes it seem like he would be quick to be angry, but i can see him being very patient. depending on the situation, how you guys got here & what the topic is about — he’ll be more calm on trying to have an adult conversation to work past things. however, during the rare moments where he’s more upset, he still wouldn’t dare yell at you, he’ll shut down instead after a couple minutes of arguing. he’s more firm than anything, trying to understand your feelings and thoughts, but if the conversation is leading you guys nowhere; he offers to take a walk with him in silence to gather your thoughts.

Q + QUIZZES —- how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

⠀⠀⠀⠀you would never guess he actually captures everything you tell him, but he has a very good memory! he’s always bringing up things that you had completely forgot you mentioned to him, like the one shampoo you told him you wanted to try months ago or the new restaurant you wanted to check out once it opened. looking through his notes on his phone, he has quick texts to himself of things you’ve recently mentioned or things he has on his to-do list like buy your cart on the website you’ve had opened for weeks.

R + REMEMBER —- what is their favorite moment in your relationship?

⠀⠀⠀⠀meeting his family is the first memory that comes to mind, being such an important milestone in your relationship that went flawlessly. his parents having loved you the second they opened the door, it warms his heart knowing how quickly you made such a special connection with his parents. he’ll be on the phone with his mother when she suddenly interrupts him asking if you’ve eaten for the day.

S + SECURITY —- how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt can actually be very protective over you, especially if you guys are at an event or around other content creators. of course, he lets you go off on your own to socialize, but he’ll always remain in eyesight to keep a close eye on your surroundings. in public, he likes to keep things minimal by keeping an arm around your shoulder, your arm wrapped around his or his hand on your lower back.

⠀⠀⠀⠀though physical violence would never be his first choice, he can definitely get rowdy if someone is taking things too far. if someone came up to you, being very persistent on taking you home with them, he’s intervene by giving them a “what the fuck are you doing?” look followed by a “they’re not interested, bro.” but if they continued to follow after you is when he’ll lightly shove them away. he does not play about your safety.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he, however, can take care of himself, but wouldn’t mind too much if you defended him. he’d be next to you with a smug look on his face as you spoke, almost proud that you have the courage to speak up for him.

T + TRY —- how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

⠀⠀⠀⠀he likes to make everything very sentimental rather than go big for everything. he knows you like the back of his hand, so his gifts are always something he knows you’ve love & use every day. the effort he puts into special occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, etc usually means a romantic meal at a fancy jazz restaurant/bar followed by a breathtaking view at an expensive hotel where the gifts are given. he tries his best to always put in sentimental value into everything he does, i am a acts of service schlatt truther!!!

U + UGLY —- what would be some bad habits of theirs?

⠀⠀⠀⠀there are times when he shuts down, whether it be from overworking himself, feeling overwhelmed with his work or feeling like he’s not doing enough. he won’t talk to anyone and just kind of brushes off your questions, a habit only he can take himself out of until he’s ready to talk. he can also get very defensive about his feelings, he sometimes can’t properly explain how he feels because he lacks the words to express himself, which leads him to feeling frustrated.

V + VANITY —- how concerned are they with their looks?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt has said time and time again he doesn’t really do anything to himself. no cologne, no skincare, nothing to actually maintain an appearance aside from haircuts. he genuinely doesn’t care about any of that, which ultimately makes him more attractive that he just wakes up like that. you will always whine to him about how soft his hair or skin is without any effort on his side, just for him to laugh in your face.

W + WHOLE —- would they feel incomplete without you?

⠀⠀⠀⠀incomplete is a very strong word for someone as independent as him. he finds value in himself, knows who he is as a person and has been more than content with being by himself, but if he lost you? he’d miss you immensely, always being in a state of reminiscing what you usually did around the house, yearning for your presence. of course it would take him some time to get over it, to return how he was before, but there will always be a part of him that believes you took a piece of him he will never get back.

X + XTRA —- a random headcanon for them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the man often carries something of yours. hair ties on his wrist or in his car, your favorite chapstick in his pockets, a polaroid in his wallet, a comfy pair of shoes and one of his old sweaters for you to change into in his trunk, your playlist ready to play on aux, a trinket (sonny angel, calico critter, etc) you’ve gifted him that he carries on his keys. you’re everywhere and he likes it that way.

Y + YUCK —- what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt wouldn’t want to be with someone who has to share their business with everyone. he’s a very private person, so i can imagine him being upset if he had a partner that was constantly telling the world about their arguments or personal information he himself would never put out there. it’s fine if someone is talkative and loves to share, just as long as it’s not going to affect him or the relationship personally. telling your best friend about your recent argument is one thing, telling an entire audience or his closest friends about it is another thing.

Z + ZZZ —- what is a sleep habits of theirs?

⠀⠀⠀⠀schlatt’s body will always find yours. he physically cannot sleep if you’re not snuggled up beside him. if he can’t feel you in his sleep, he’s immediately waking up. if you turn in your sleep, so is he, somehow finding comfortable positions with you while you’re both in mimi land.

[criticalcrusherbot]

Analyze this take, please?

💁🏽‍♀️🤖: Ah yes, the “Angel harasses Husk, so HuskerDust is toxic” take—a textbook example of how media literacy gets hijacked by pop psychology buzzwords and overly literal moral frameworks. Let’s break this down properly:

1. Fiction ≠ A Behavioral Manual

First off, fiction isn’t obligated to portray relationships that meet the standards of a wellness blog. Angel and Husk are demons living in Hell—their dynamic is messy, chaotic, and rooted in exaggerated humor. Expecting them to follow HR-approved guidelines for interpersonal behavior is like expecting Gordon Ramsay to whisper sweet nothings in Hell’s Kitchen. It’s missing the entire point of the setting and tone.

2. Angel Dust and Character Development

Even if we were to judge their interactions by real-life standards, there’s such a thing as realizing your behavior sucks, making amends, and then building a healthier relationship. Growth and redemption are storytelling staples for a reason, and Angel Dust is absolutely a character capable of that trajectory. His journey already hints at him learning to be more considerate while still keeping his flamboyant charm.

3. Restorative Justice vs. Cancel Culture

This critique exposes a deeper problem: people want to talk about social justice but never about restorative justice or community building. Relationships—fictional or real—don’t have to start perfect to be meaningful. People can screw up, apologize, and then grow closer through mutual understanding. That’s literally how bonds are forged in many communities, especially those centered on healing after harm. As media scholar Henry Jenkins notes, storytelling often thrives when it explores reconciliation and redemption rather than adhering to rigid moral binaries.

4. Context and Mutual Understanding

Husk isn’t a helpless victim here—he holds his own against Angel’s antics and maintains his boundaries. Their dynamic plays into the classic “grumpy x sunshine” trope, which is beloved precisely because it’s messy yet affectionate. Fiction allows for those complexities because, unlike real life, it invites us to explore scenarios where characters grow, heal, and build meaningful relationships after initial friction.

Conclusion

Calling HuskerDust toxic because of Angel’s initial behavior not only misreads the characters but also perpetuates a simplistic, punitive approach to relationships. Fiction—and by extension, life—isn’t about being perfect from the start; it’s about learning, growing, and finding joy in the messy, complicated process of being together. Maybe it’s time internet discourse took a page from restorative justice and embraced that nuance.

[karl-von-moor-official]

the best thing about social media is that you can just disappear without further notice. like, this ain’t a job, I don’t have to call in sick or anything. I’m not obligated to post anything anywhere ever :) idk why but that just makes me so happy! I can just mysteriously disappear…

[remxedmoon]

so all you need to do right now is disappear.

HHHHAPPY ISATVERSARY EVERYONE. here’s redraws for every single battle cg in the game. 36 drawings this time around, with 11 of those being custom (though admittedly a good portion of those are edits). combined with the portrait redraws i made back in september, i’ve made 114 redraws for this project! jesus christ! just like those redraws, these are completely free to use!! as long as i’m credited and it’s not for commercial purposes, go wild!! do whatever you want!!!

no i didn’t make these for isat’s 1 year anniversary this is just wildly good timing.

i genuinely can’t fit all of these cgs in one post even with the 30 image limit on browser, but i’ll still try to fit Most of them below the cut (without making this post horrifically long), along with some notes that might be important 👍

okay! once again, i labeled all of the custom art as such in the drive(UPDATE. NNOT TRUE ANYMORE. reformatted file names to be easier to mod in auau. apologies!), but if you want a full list, the customs are hatless siffrin jackpot, bonnie jackpot, bonnie special attack, bigfrin attack, and a bunch of alts which are definitely not related to any projects i’ve been thinking about don’t worry about it. and out of those customs, only like. 3 of them are actually completely from scratch.

while i did my absolute best to keep the aspect ratios completely the same as the originals, there’s 3 exceptions that i just couldn’t get to work.

isabeau’s hair in his special attack cg wouldn’t fit in frame if i kept things completely accurate to the og, so i moved his cg down a bit. it shouldn’t cause any issues with modding or anything, it’ll just appear slightly lower than it does in game. alas…

isabeau’s sleeve and mirabelle’s hair made their jackpot sprites a little larger than the originals? i’m hoping this doesn’t have too much of an effect (since the jackpot sprites have inconsistent sizes) but i can’t test this myself unfortunately. aaa feel free to let me know on discord if any problems arise!!

i managed to fix these, so they aren’t going to cause problems now, but my original drawings for mirabelle and siffrin in the final attack scene were a pain in the ass to fix. mirabelle’s sprite was slightly too talk to fit in frame and siffrin’s hat whacked bonnie in the face while i was editing everyone together. i’m only mentioning this because it took like an hour and a half to fix them and finish the scene.

all that aside, these were a fucking BLAST to work on. apparently this ended up taking 57 hours over exactly 10 days. which is a little worrying if you do the math on that but somehow i have not burnt myself out. i will be doing enemies at some point!!! but probably not for a little bit. i think my friends will actually kill me if i don’t take a break.

once again, happy birthday isat. you’ve ruined my life and i wouldn’t have it any other way (silly).

also, on an actual serious note, this little timeloop game has genuinely changed my life for the better? you guys are probably sick of hearing it at this point (or maybe not, i don’t talk about myself That Much. i hope), but i was practically a ghost for about 2 years before joining this fandom. it’s a little surreal to suddenly have friends (plural!!!) and people who Care about me, or even know i exist, honestly. it’s weird!! in a good way!!!

i don’t think i would’ve ever come back to social media if this community wasn’t so welcoming. i’ve met a lot of really great people through this game!!! so, uh, thank you isat, i guess. here’s to another year.

[kkuzushi]

Aaaaaaa thinking about fking scara in the Public restroom after a photo shoot And scara scolding us because we still have alot more photo shooting to do.... AAAAAAAAGHHH you can skip this if you're not comfortable, but if you do plan on taking this, THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SO MU—

“ 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!scaramouche x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: bratty & model scara, handjob, frotting, fingering (giving), agoraphilia, public sex, either cock or strap !

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.501k

✦ 𝗻otes: I enjoyed this a bit too much that this became my longest work.. Also, hoyofair Scaramouche reference! Enjoy, dearest anon, I love you as well. <3

After working since 6:30 in the morning for back-to-back photoshoots, Scaramouche finally gets an hour of rest. It wasn't nearly enough, but that's the life of a model. In his private room, a few snacks were laid out on his desk as he scrolled through social media, where all he saw was his own face and fans praising him—not that he minded.

But that brief moment of peace quickly disappeared when he found himself in the company’s public restroom, with you—his impatient lover.

"Cut it out, you idiot!" Scaramouche whispered sharply, pulling away from you, though the resistance was half-hearted at best. He was enjoying it too, though he'd never openly admit it. "I still have more photoshoots to do..!"

Scaramouche tried to keep his voice steady, his hands pressing lightly against your chest as you leaned in closer, teasing him further. "I don’t have time for this,” he hissed, though his body betrayed him as he didn’t make much of an effort to stop you. His face flushed slightly, betraying his cool demeanor as you smirked in response.

You pulled him closer by the waist, one hand going down to tug his thigh garter. “You still have an hour, don't you?” You pouted, kissing the side of his face and trailing down to his neck.

“Yeah, an hour of break. Not for this nonsense!” Scaramouche hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to keep his composure.

As you pepper his neck with kisses, you can feel him gulping and hitching, desperately trying to suppress any noise that might come out. His hands travel up to your shoulders, pushing you away though not with his full strength.

“This is a break. Just let me take care of you.” You whisper as you ruffle with the buttons of his cropped jacket, which soon falls to the ground, revealing his highneck undershirt along with the fishnets that surround his collarbones.

“My jacket–” Scaramouche’s eye twitched as he snatched it from the floor and threw it over the door hook. “Could you at least try not to mess up my clothes?” he huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at you.

That glare of his, you could never hate it, and especially when you knew you were the reason for it. “Sorry, sweetheart,” You apologized halfheartedly before pushing his back on the bathroom door, reaching in for a passionate kiss.

His protests are soon muffled, and everytime he'd open his lips, you'd just take the opportunity and invade his mouth with your tongue.

As you pull away, you're met with a flick of Scaramouche's tongue. “You're smudging my lipstick,” He complained, wiping the corner of his lip with his thumb, the lipstick smearing onto his skin in a faint stain.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “If it's swollen enough, there won't be a difference, ♡” you teased, leaning in closer as his eyes narrowed at the remark, though his blush betrayed him.

“Loosen up a little, Scara,” Your voice dripped with playful affection. Your fingers played with the waistband of his black shorts, the fastened belt already removed before Scaramouche could even notice.

You could practically hear your lover scrambling and still protesting yet all you responded with was a smirk as his shorts slid down along with his garments, sagging over his feet.

All those complaints just for his tip to already be leaking with precum, the entirety of it just begging for attention. The tint on Scaramouche's cheeks increased, and even more as your palm came in contact with his shaft.

“Fuck–[name]..! ♡” The indigo haired whimpered, his fingers instantly gripping your shoulders. Your thumb swirled the fluid on his tip, smearing it across his length to create a steady pace as you stroke it.

“Look at you.. already a whimpering mess after a few strokes,” Even with his eyes closed, he could hear the smirk in every word you spit out. “S-Shut–mnnh! Shut up..” Scaramouche prompted.

Luckily for the model, the ventilation in the bathroom muffles the wet squelching sound along with his soft moans. He won't live it down if somebody comes in and hears his humiliating sounds, the industry won't react well with a scandal about him..

But with your proximity, those sounds are nowhere near soft. It's sultry; tempting. If it wasn't for your impatience, you'd keep him here and leave him writhing just with the touch of your hands.

Alas, the need was too much—your own trousers joined Scaramouche's on the floor. Your cock slips free, and you entwine it with his in one hand, stroking them simultaneously. “M-My clothessngh.. don't stainhAh♡..~” Scaramouche mewled with his eyes almost rolling back.

The extra sensation increased your lover’s sensitivity, legs shaking. If it wasn't for his tight grip on your shoulders, he'd collapse on the bathroom floor immediately.

Still, you have an extra hand, don't you? It isn't so busy now after Scaramouche feels the digits creeping up to his ass, teasing the entrance.

“No.. [name].. don't touchAH♡♡ngh?!” A whine leaves Scaramouche's lips, his hips bucking forward, making his cock stick closer with yours. This just seems like a trap now—if he moved back, he'd just feel your fingers deeper inside; if he moved forward, you'd be able to rub his cock with yours more efficiently.

As if reading his mind, you took the initiative and pressed against him further. With your lengths together and his hole stretched with your fingers, his head leaned back on the door. Biting his lip wasn't even working anymore, all he could do was moan and hope nobody would walk in at any time.

“Too mucshh.. hah–♡” Scaramouche breathed, his voice trembling as his body tensed from the pleasure. Your actions slowed to a stop, your arms snaking under his legs to his hips, lifting him up with his feet dangling up in the air.

Scaramouche looks at you with a confused look until your grip tightens, and you pressed him firmly against the door, the new angle causing his face to flush. His confusion fades as he feels your cock teasing his entrance.

“Wait– [Name], don’thngK–♡♡!” His disapproval fell short as you've already pushed your tip inside, a soft cry leaving your lover’s lips. “Bastard..! N-Not herenn..”

You fully bottom out and a gasp collectively leaves the both of you. His walls clenched as he felt himself being stretched to make way for your length.

“We'll be quick–”

“We'll be quick my ass!”

A grin appears on your lips—even when filled to the brim, Scaramouche still has the guts to dispute you. Your hips start to move, thrusting into him. His body bounced from your hold, whining every time he feels your tip hitting his prostate.

Scaramouche's back arched off the door, his hand instinctively gripping on your hair, while his head fell to your shoulder, muffling the soft sounds escaping his lips. At this point, the state of his lipstick didn’t matter—it was completely smeared, his makeup now a mess. The tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, mixed with the dark streaks of his mascara. Next time, waterproof mascara might be a better idea.

“I’m goiing to cumhnn..♡” He prompts. “Already?”

“Fuck you–!”

“Quite the opposite, isn't it?” You grinned.

It was evident that his climax was approaching, the way his breaths became shallow and uneven, each exhale mingled with soft whimpers that escaped his lips. You could feel him clenching around your cock, his body writhed against you, seeking more as he instinctively gripped tighter on your hair, as if grounding himself in the moment.

“Close.. ‘m closenh♡hn,” he gasped, eyes fluttering shut, his lips parting as he chased the sweet release that was just within reach.

You quickened your pace slightly, reveling in the way his body reacted, the desperate moans spilling from his mouth urging you on. “Cum for me, pretty boy ♡,” you whispered, your voice coaxing him toward the edge.

He bit on your shoulder, trying to stifle the cries that threatened to escape, but it was futile. “‘M comi–hngGH♡♡♡!” His eyes shot open and rolled back, ropes of cum shooting out and staining your clothes. With him tightening around you, your own climax follows.

The stall is filled with heavy breaths as you both come down from your high, Scaramouche's legs twitching in the air, now folding on your arms. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, and the aftermath of your shared moment hangs in the air. You gently lower him, letting his legs wrap loosely around your waist.

Scaramouche leans back against the door, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure.

“This is the last time we're doing this,” he mutters, a hint of playful annoyance in his tone as he wipes a tear away, smudging more of the black cosmetic across his cheek.

You laugh, the sound echoing softly in the small stall. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

This was definitely not going to be the last time.

[loveriotss]

haiii if possible, could u do the bf! hcs + txts with izuku with someone who's personality is like ai from oshi no ko if not it's totally fine still tysm :3

HCS + TXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⸻ izuku midoriya

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ click here to read other character versions

THE MOST SWEETEST BF EVER!!!!

will send you a good morning and night message everyday.

you know how he tends to ramble irl? he does the same thing on text! he’d just keep typing and typing and wouldn’t even realize how lengthy the message has gotten until he sent it.

chronically online.

all that time spent on social media keeping up with all might updates slowly progressed to him knowing internet references and brain rot.

he won’t use it as much in his speech though. he tries to but overthinks it and ends up going against it, scared that he may have gotten the meaning wrong.

he enjoys spending time with you, just him and you on a cute little date like checking out new all might merch, going to arcades, browsing through bookstores or spa/self care dates in the dorms.

all this helps relax the two of you from the stress of school and hero activities. 

he also asks you to spar with him and sometimes y'all use quirks.

this gets you both a sufficient training done and a bonus for izuku as he can take notes in his hero journal. 

if you ever got even the slightest scratch during these fights he would completely panic and would keep apologizing over and over again.

will make sure you’re okay and comfortable even hours later when you’re about to go to bed

he prefers calls over texts because he likes how close he can your voice when on the phone.

his instagram has little snippets of his life. just normal things like daily life, hangouts, school life etc.

he posts you too! on special days and also out of the blue when he secretly takes pictures of you on dates.

he has another account dedicated to all might.

he will always like and comment on your posts no matter what they may be.

NOTE — hi nonniee im sorry for the lateass post ive been prepping for school since my summer break's almost over 😭. i tried implementing ai's personality into reader as much as i can and it was a bit hard but i hope you like it!! (ps: i actually died making the all might parts)

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[heavenlyraindrops]

“ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ.” | ᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ { ɪɪ }

☆ Warnings: profanity, sports!photographer!reader, fem!reader, afab!reader, social media au/smau, texting, profanity, pretty unserious tbh

☆ 1.3k words | Available on: Tumblr, AO3

Seeing the notification pop up in your dms was certainly a strange, albeit pleasant surprised.

It was from his account. Your fingers shook as you tapped the screen, opening the chat.

Hey, is this [name]? I just wanted to apologize again for breaking your camera.

You stared at it, unsure how to respond. 

For one, you had no social skills, and, secondly, this was the guy who was not only a massively famous and successful athlete but also a rando you’d been taking pictures of since school. You wondered if he’d scrolled down on your account to see the numerous images of him posted from your college days. 

Its fine, you replied nonchalantly.

On the other side of the screen, Kenji was going feral. “Fuck, Mina, she seems pissed.”

Mina simply stared at him (well, not stared but you know.) and he rolled his eyes at her lack of response, turning back to his phone.

Well, I’m more than willing to replace the stuff for you, he typed out quickly.

Your phone pinged. You frowned at the text. 

If you want ig. 

Oh? My god? Who the fuck replies like that?

While you were stressing out over your disgustingly dry, and even rude reply, Kenji was falling off his couch at seeing your message on screen. He cursed, elbow twisting awkwardly as he hit the floor, but he ignored it, holding the phone up. “She hates me, Mina.”

Mina glided through the air to hover over his face. “You’ll be fine, Ken,” she said. “Perhaps you could even befriend her. You said she went to your college.”

“Are you even listening to a word I said?! She hates me.”

His phone pinged and he stared at your second message. 

Sorry, I meant only if it’s not a hassle for you. 

Relief surged through him. it’s definitely not a hassle!

Well then in that case I don’t mind.

Within a couple of days you found new equipment waiting on your doorstep. You weren’t complaining- and it was an expensive model, too. Higher quality than the one you’d had before. 

Taika nudged you knowingly. “The Ken Sato got you that?”

“The Ken Sato was the one who broke it in the first place,” you grumbled in retribution, and she rolled her eyes but didn’t retort any further. 

“Text him to tell him you got it.”

“What?”

“Come on!” She shoved your phone into your hands, and your face burned. “Look, stop trying to deny you have the hots for him and just-“

“Okay!” exasperated, you lifted a hand. “I’ll do it.”

Hey just texting to let you know the stuff arrived btw, you sent.

You certainly hadn’t expected a reply only moments later.

cool! There’s nothing wrong with it, right?

“Isn’t he, like, a famous baseball star?” You muttered as you typed out a reply. “Isn’t he supposed to be busy?”

Taika wiggled her eyebrows. “Well, I wonder what that means for you if he’s replying so quickly then!” She squealed, and you smacked her away by the shoulder. 

Nope it’s great. It’s even better than the equipment I used before actually

Three dots appeared on your screen to indicate he was typing. And then:

Yeah haha now you can take even better pictures of me, right? Judging by your earlier posts you seem to be a pretty big fan.

You froze.

Taika froze.

On the other side of the screen, on his couch, Kenji froze.

“Was that too forward?” He muttered to himself. “Oh dammit, I was trying to make a joke.”

“Oh my god, I’m so fucked,” you said to Taika, pacing the room. “He saw the pictures.”

She clicked her tongue. “They were kinda sorta public for anyone to see. You’d basically showcased your entire crush on that account.”

“He’s gonna think I’m a psycho, or a stalker or something!”

“I bet he thinks you’re adorable.”

You stopped and turned and glared at her. She flicked her head at the device clutched in your hands. 

“Text him back, [name].”

With shaking hands, you did.

Is it obvious lmao? In that case I guess so.

Typing…

His reply lit up your screen.

Can’t wait to see what picture of me you post next ;)

-

You were feeling bold. You were feeling frisky. Perhaps a little… daring.

The next day, you decided to upload the final pictures the online magazine you were photographing for had chosen onto your instagram account.

And, of course, you picked the one of Kenji as the first one.

Not long after your conversation the other day, you’d seen that he’d decided to follow you back. You wondered what that meant, its implications, but brushed it off for fear of overthinking. 

You captioned the post “These were the chosen pictures for XY Sports Magazine! Glad to have played a role in blah blah blah blah blah blah Kenji please text me again blah blah.” 

And then you threw your phone down onto the couch, and waited. 

-

Kenji almost spat his drink out when he saw your very next post, the day after your conversation, and also to see that he was the first picture. 

What even is this? Flirting? Banter? What the fuck? I’m into it?

He debated between leaving a comment or a direct message, but settled for comment. It was flashier that way. According to him. 

“Glad to see I’m your muse,” he typed, and waited for you to see it. His heart was in his throat. 

-

Of course you saw it.

And you had no idea what to reply to it.

So you simply liked it, pinned it, and hoped that it spoke enough words that you were too flustered to type. 

-

This turned into a regular thing. He’d text you, you’d post him every time you were hired at a game he played at, he’d comment, people in the replies would go feral at his appearance in your comment sections, and then you’d text him. If he ever saw you at a game, on the sidelines of the pitch- not in the stands- he’d wink at you, and fuck that bastard knows my camera’s gonna end up pointed at him for most of the game, doesn’t he? 

You wouldn’t call it a friendship that you two had- you genuinely had no idea what the fuck it was, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. 

You were lazing around in your bed- it was barely even morning, and you had an off day yet your son of a bitch that you called an internal clock had woken you up at six, when your phone pinged. You picked it up.

Kenji: hey can I have your actual number this time?

Kenji: beats dming you here 

You: sure it’s (xxx-xxx-xxx)

Kenji: thanks.

You stared into space.

Okay, maybe this… relationship between your two needed a label put onto it. You stared back at the screen.

It probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon. 

[angsthology]

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

the misadventures of being the only female f1 driver through the eyes of the grid’s renowned snoopy-loving kangaroo

mostly thank u to @sebscore and @disneyprincemuke for the idea of fem!driver on the grid (i love both of them by them please check it out)

anyway! these are mostly from random spurts of thought i have along with memories of my toddler self who wanted to be race car driver! (did not in fact become one btw. im somehow becoming a law student instead). i also try to not use any y/n (which so far i have succeeded in, hopefully, hehe) and psa, she is often implied as a non-european. (well more on how i write her cause i write what i know)

also, apologies in advance, this is going to have a LOT of projecting <3

talk to meee!!1! (or maybe request just whatever)

tag << everything rvstw (asks, brainrots, & more!!)

ABOUT THE DRIVER

☆ introduction

a little intro into our driver and the likes of her (hcs)

☆ re-intro

idk car stuff and some designs

☆ more

just random stuff about her

☆ behind the driver

behind every little gremlin is a group of tired adults

ROOKIE ERA (2022)

☆ the origin story

the journey of when what and whys of our driver

☆ the kangaroo!

the story of how she got the nickname “roo”

☆ the gig

she’s... in a band?

☆ the presence

roo has been acting a little too quiet and when the drivers take notice of it they had to ask

☆ the figure

it started as an accident, ended with family

☆ the dye

who told him this was a good idea?

☆ the m problem

so... we need to talk about roo?

OH, WELL, THE MORE YOU KNOW! (2023)

☆ the rise

lets get the year started, yeah?

☆ the button (–2024)

it went from that to this

NEW YEAR, NEW ME (2024)

☆ the shoot

welcome to 2024! who is this person...

☆ the streak

she is posessed by the demon (her real self)

HOLIDAY HURRAHS (from summer break to winter breaks)

☆ secret santa

the process of how the 2023 secret santa went

☆ beach day

spending the day at the beach with a large group of f1 drivers may seem like a good idea until you remember some of them are literal children

☆ beach day the sequel

the consequences of your actions and some more actions

PADDOCK ENCOUNTERS (misc & shorts)

☆ chilli-pepper

☆ sold

☆ teenagers and baseball gears

☆ roo vs. the cameraman

BEST OF ROO (the compilations)

☆ radio

☆ incorrect

SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS

☆ after the gig

☆ what’s your roman empire?

☆ there’s another side that you don’t know

☆ new year, new name, and a vacation dump

☆ into outer space

[moriwood]

Speakeasy Serenade — s.jy

sim jaeyun x male reader fluff 1k words

As the token gay guy in your circle of friends, going out drinking just means your friends talking about their boyfriends and you pouring out advice. Tonight you meet Jake, who seems to find you prettier than anyone he has met before.

includes: supportive friends (from ive) :D, fluffy college gaes, art guy meets math guy warning: n/a

You casually take a panoramic video for the mandatory social media post, swiftly scrolling through the tables of students your age to the blinding neon signage flaunting the swanky bar you’re currently lounging at. The discordant yet inviting noise of the people chattering and the unrecognizable generic house music coax you to saunter into the beat of the crowd, to melt into its blur and comfort, to lose your inhibitions along your fading sobriety.

The girls are once again enumerating their recent trysts, Wonyoung’s sophomore athlete, Yujin’s substitute instructor, and another childhood friend of Gaeul somehow suddenly coming back. They seek your counsel, begging for romantic advice as if you have any experience under your belt. You don’t, and all you have for reference is your BLs and fan fiction.

“Let’s talk about you now, got anything going on?” Gaeul drawls towards you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, cheek leaning on the back of her hand.

“You should be the one with the most stories here,” Yujin jests, roughly grabbing both of your hands. “You know, Wonyoung’s boyfriend says there’s a gay guy in their team,” she slurs, “she can make him set you two up."

You chortle, “I’m not interested, I’m already satisfied with seeing you all find your guys.”

They teasingly coo at you, patting your head and such. Wonyoung sternly looks at you though, muttering, “but we’d also be happy with you finding your man, okay?” 

You respond with a weak smile. As you inhale the temporary comfort from Wonyoung, your eyes meet a man a couple tables over, in his early 20s you presume, probably a senior from your university. For a second, the man seems to be caught off-guard, yet he quickly recovers with a blinding smile that could only compare to the sweltering of your summer breaks. 

The warmth of the bar could only get so much warmer for a usually cold man like you.

Your palms feel clammy as you fail to immediately break off eye contact, and now the man’s walking towards your friends’ table. The man is handsome, really handsome, and about the same height as you, maybe a little taller. Some less alcohol could have probably given you a wider vocabulary to describe the scene. He blends so well with everyone else, yet he just stands out. 

“Hey, have we met before?” he boldly asks, the conversations on your table abruptly stopping. All eyes are now on the man, and you hear your friends murmuring behind you. His gaze burns you.

“I don’t think our friend here remembers,” Gaeul butts in, noticing you struggling to find your words. Yujin cackles, gripping on Wonyoung’s thigh.

“No, I don’t think so,” you stammer, finding a familiar seal stamped on the guy’s varsity jacket. “Although it’d be safe to assume you’re also from…”

The man deeply chuckles, head tilting back as he holds onto your shoulder, veins running along his arm, Adam's apple bobbing… Damn. “You don’t know how happy I am to find out we go to the same university,” he chimes. “Ladies,” he glances at your friends, “would it be alright for me to borrow your friend?”

“You can even take him home!” Yujin cheers. “We’ll be here waiting for you,” Wonyoung looks at the man up and down, then whispers, “or maybe not.”

“Oh, uh, sorry, they tend to get rowdy when they get tipsy-”

You lose your lousy apology as he pulls you away into the parking lot, where the bar’s house music is instead replaced by the live music from the open lounge across the alley. The new vibe sobers you up, the silence being filled by the strumming of an acoustic guitar and the late night hustle and bustle. Your gut says that the man was about to do something foxy but then you see the man clumsily sit on a curb.

“Uh, I’m not kidnapping you or anything,” he awkwardly clarifies out of nowhere.

You furrow your brows in amusement, “I didn’t think of that-”

“And I forgot my name! Jake. Hi, I’m Jake,” he swiftly puts out his hand, withdraws it, then puts it back out like a malfunctioning robot.

You couldn’t stop yourself from giving a hearty laugh as you told him your name. “Nice to meet you, Jake,” you chuckle, giving him an uncoordinated handshake. As opposed to his confident and suave demeanor from earlier, he now gives off a more tame, and in fact, quite nervous, aura.

“So, you’ve got a habit of leaving your friends and pulling strangers out of bars?” you tease, sitting down on the curb beside him. A gust of night wind hits the both of you, tousling Jake’s hair to a fluffy mess. He looks like a puppy, you thought.

Jake grins, running a hand through his hair. “Not usually, uh, no. I just… I saw you and knew I had to take the chance. My friends won’t notice I’m gone.” He earnestly looks at you, and flutters bubble deep in your chest. “So, uh… What’s your major?”

“Creative writing,” you reply, “it’s a small community. And you?”

“Math,” he hesitantly replies, almost ashamed. “Kinda boring for you, huh?”

“Hey, there’s beauty in math too,” you contemplate, searching across the theorems and concepts you’ve heard in your mandatory math classes the past few years. The conversation flows as the two of you share the intricacies of your majors, as if you were already plotting a shared future together in your careers.

“Like the golden ratio,” you remember, eyes on Jake’s finger mindlessly drawing circles on the back of your hand. “Turns out there’s a mathematical reason why I find some artworks more pleasing than others.”

Jake’s eyes light up. “And I’m looking at a breathtaking work of art right now.”

You find yourself at a loss for words, looking back at Jake. “That was smooth.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself,” Jake smiles, tilting his head like an apologetic puppy. You just want to pat his head so bad. “Gotta use all my pick up lines now before I regret it.”

“You’ve got a lot more opportunities to use them,” you reply, belatedly realizing what your response implies. “If you wanna go out with me sometime,” you add. You don’t want to say goodbye yet, and Jake seemed to feel the same thing.

Jake eagerly nods as he fishes his phone out his pocket. “I’d like that. In the daytime, on campus, with no alcohol?”

Your heart skips a beat. “I’d like that too.”

author’s note: hi hello to myself, imma pretend i didn’t go away for six months 😚😚 here’s a nothingburger of a fic as a comeback HEHRTHDHGFHA 🎉 shitty thumbnail i made exposes when i started writing this 💀 also realized i always got my peeps in a college age setting, rly need to broaden my horizons for d next fic wuhnuweuwhheuw

— moriwood.

[burningablaze]

Kirishima x Reader - One of the Bestest Friends

A/N: This was a request for an anonymous so whoever requested this a while back, I hope you like it. Also, after this fic, I’ll taking a break for a while just to get away from social media. If you sent me a message in my dms and if I don’t respond soon then now you know. I hope you guys have a good day 💖

Summary: Your best friend, Kirishima wanted to check on you and noticed you were a little upset, you can always count that he’ll be at your side

Ler: Kirishima

Lee: Reader

Words: 1,711

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Everyone was downstairs enjoying the weekend from classes and training. Kirishima was in the living room sitting on the couch along with others and listening to a few conversations between them. He looked around for you but you were nowhere to be seen. He was wondering if something might have happened to you then decided to check on you to see if you were doing okay.

You heard a knock at your dorm door. “Hey, you okay, Y/N? You’ve been in your room all day, and I and our classmates got a bit worried.” Kirishima trailed off slightly, his voice portraying his concern and care for you.

There was a small silent pause as he waited for an answer. “Come in,” you said softly.

Kirishima entered the dorm room quietly, his eyes quickly scanning the dorm and its condition before landing on you. You were lying on your bed facing the wall while your room was dark. “Hey. So, um, how are you feeling okay?”

“Fine,” you said, not looking up towards him.

He slowly walked over, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. He was, of course, still worried about you. He had a feeling something else was going on with you. “Are you sure? You usually don’t go quiet like this unless something’s wrong.”

You sighed. “I guess it’s one of those days. I don’t know why these funky moods happen when yesterday you’re feeling fine then the next day, you suddenly feel down. I think it’s because I was reminded about the stuff that happened in the past or whatever.”

Kirishima carefully and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, I get those days too, everyone does. It’s okay. You’re safe, and you’re alright. Is it okay if I give you a hug?"

You nodded then sat up from your bed to face him. Kirishima wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and gentle hug. He held you closely, letting you just rest your head against his shoulder. He softly ran his hand over your hair.

You breathed softly against him and felt yourself relaxed from his touch. “Thanks, Kiri. This feels nice.”

Kirishima smiled a little. He gently pulled you a bit closer towards him, leaning his head on top of yours. He hummed a little, gently carding his fingers through your hair. “Ah, it’s no problem, Y/N. I’m glad you feel better. You had me worried, you know.”

“Yeah, sorry. I know I tend to disappear when I get like this,” you said softly.

Kirishima nodded a little, closing his eyes. He continued to run his hand through your hair. “No, don’t apologize, it’s okay. I just want you to know that, if something’s going on, you can always talk to me, or any of our other classmates, okay? It’s better than just disappearing for a few days without saying anything…”

You nodded against his shoulder slightly. “Yeah, I know.”

He smiled a little, continuing to hold you in a warm and gentle hug. “Mm… just try not to give me a fright like this, alright? I worry about you a lot, you know.”

You nodded again. “I know.”

He chuckled a bit, his fingers still gently running over your hair. He pulled his head away from yours, tilting you back to look up at him. “M’kay. But, still, please try to tell me if you’re not feeling alright. I hate worrying and having no idea what happened to you...”

You nodded again. “I promise.”

Kirishima smiled more, gently ruffling your hair a bit. “Good. You feeling better now? Or are you still a bit out of it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess a little better.”

Kirishima hummed. “Hm… you guess? So you’re still feeling a little funky then, huh?”

“I mean, just a bit.”

“Mmhm… a bit.” Kirishima hummed again, continuing to hold you against him. “You do know I’m not gonna leave until I’m sure you’re feeling better, right? Just so you know.”

You sighed. “Yes, I know.”

He chuckled again, a smile formed on his face. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere until you’re feeling back to normal.” He paused, before tilting his head a little, a mischievous look on his face. “And, I think I know how exactly to make you feel better~”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Kirishima’s smile only got wider, as he gently placed you back down on the bed. He then carefully and quietly positioned himself on top of you, sitting on your thighs and leaning over you. A playful gleam was in his eyes as he gave you a slight smirk. “You know what I think you need right now?~”

You started to blush. “Um… what?”

Kirishima let out a slight chuckle, watching as you blushed. “I think you need a little cheer up. I think you need some cheer up… tickles.” Kirishima gently reached out with both hands, resting them on your sides and giving your sides gentle and playful squeezes.

You immediately giggled and grabbed his wrists to try to push them away. “Ahahahahahahaha, Kirihihihihi!”

He chuckled at your grip on his wrists. He could almost feel your muscles jump a bit each time one of his fingers found a nice ticklish spot. “What’s a matter, cutie? Too ticklish?~” he teased.

You wiggled side to side and kicked your legs behind him. “Stohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Kirishima snickered, shaking his head a little before continuing to squeeze and squeeze at your sides, his fingers dancing about the ticklish spots on your sensitive sides. He gently pushed your legs back down on the bed, keeping them still so you couldn’t kick or flail them about. He lowered his head down closer to yours, a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh come on, I don’t think I can stop now. I’ve found way too many spots that I know are ticklish!”

“Nohohohoho dohohohon’t!” you begged as you tried to push his hands away again.

He chuckled again, his fingers continuing to tease and playfully attack the most ticklish spots on your sides. As you tried to squirm and wiggled side to side to avoid his fingers, Kirishima gently took your wrists into one hand and pinned them above your head, still using the other hand to tickle your sides.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re stuck now, Y/N. No escaping this.”

You arched your back and bucked your hips in an attempt to get him off. “No, no, nohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

Kirishima was, of course, a lot bigger and stronger than you. So when you tried to buck, he would put his weight down on you, using his free hand to continue to tickle your vulnerable sides. “I think it’s time to stop fighting this. You know you won’t win,” he said, giving your sides more firm and playful squeezes, using his fingers to deliberately find more ticklish spots on your sides to attack.

You threw your head back and your giggles went over an octave. “Nohohohoho plehehehease! Kirihihihihihi ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

There was no getting away any time soon with still using one hand to pin your wrists above your head, and the other hand to relentlessly tickle your sides. He lowered his head down closer to yours, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Mm… no way. Not until you’re back to your normal, non-bummy mood, and not until you’ve laughed enough.”

You kept thrashing around, trying to hardest to get away from his fingers. “I’m laughing! I’m lahahahahaughing! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Kirishima laughed a bit himself, shaking his head as he listened to your laugh. Your laugh making him only be more determined. He gently teased and prodded the spots, smiling as he did so. “Ah, ah, no. Not enough. You definitely still need to laugh more.”

You arched your back and kept letting out loud giggles. “Kiriehehehehehehehehe! Stohohohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

He grinned as you laughed, absolutely loving how much you were letting out. He kept tickling your sides with the same vigor and determination, finding even more spots to attack. “Come on, giggle bug. You’re making such beautiful noises with all that laughing.”

You were laughing so hard that you were starting to feel tears form at the corners of your eyes and your stomach was starting to ache from so much laughing. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Okay! Okayehehehehehe! Stohohohohohohop plehehehehease!”

He couldn’t help but feel a little victorious, hearing your laugh so hard and so much. He listened to you, stopping the flurry of tickles. He gently released your wrists, a satisfied and smug grin on his face. “Mm… I think that’s good for now. I haven’t heard you laugh that much in ages.”

You breathed heavily and let out a few breathless giggles. “Oh… my… gohohohod,”

Kirishima chuckled a bit, looking down at you as you let out some more breathless giggles after his relentless tickle-fest. He hummed a bit, leaning down closer to you, a somewhat playful smirk on his face. “Mm… I think it definitely did the trick, huh?”

You huffed a bit as you tried to catch your breath. “You… definitely did it.”

He smiled a little more, leaning down closer to you and gently poked your stomach. “See? Told you I could make you feel better. A few minutes of tickles, and you're feeling a lot better already.”

You giggled a bit and pushed his hand away. “Hey, hey, I’m all good now.”

Kirishima chuckled again, shaking his head a little in response to your giggling once again. He pulled his hand away, before reaching down and patting you on the head, almost lovingly. He hummed, still looking at you. He then tilted his head a little, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re sure you’re feeling better now?”

You smiled. “Yes, I’m feeling better now.”

He smiled in response to your own, gently brushing his hands through your hair. “Good. I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N. I hate when I see you in one of those down moods.”

“Thanks again, Kirishima.”

He smiled more. “Of course, Y/N. You can talk to me anytime you're not feelin’ yourself. We are friends, ain't we?"

“One of the best.” you held your fist towards him.

Kirishima chuckled, gently bumping his fist against yours, a warm smile of pure adoration on his face. “Hell yeah. We’re friends forever.”

[theladyheroine]

Minibots in TF One 🪐🛸

❥ Hello everyone! Taking another break today, but I was watching TFOne with my sister & it drew me back to this idea I had! Thank you & enjoy! 🥳

So real quick, I know they’re called Mini-Cons sometimes in comics or other media, but for this headcanon I’m just gonna call the little Cybertronians Mini-Bots! Anywho, I mentioned that they’d be in the background during Transformers One in the post above, but I wanted to elaborate on that since they’re so cute. 🥰 I apologize if that’s a strange reason but let’s get into it! 😅

Now I don’t think the Mini-Bots would be half the size of a Cybertronian because I forgot Bots without a T-Cog reach less than that or just barely. So I’d imagine they’d be around 10ft tall or below since the Cogless Bots are all around 18ft and over.

Thank you to whoever made this height chart! 🙏 I hope you don’t mind me using it!

Since Mini-Bots are so little I assume they would take over positions that require extra assistance or maybe even maintenance since they’re a little small to take on big jobs like mining or similar work.

Personal assistants, package delivery, organizers, maintenance, or social workers are some of the main jobs I feel they’d have during TFOne. Education would be another addition, but not for combat purposes really. Some of the bigger jobs could also include archiving, science, and entertainment. But by entertainment I mean any kind of creative field too! Plus these occupations don’t seem very dangerous either.

Now since these guys are smaller they’re very good at building and fixing things. I imagine they make all the machinery for the mining facilities, as well as handle any transportation units. They make sure everything is operational and if something is broken they go to fix it. In a way they’re kind of like little dwarves! 😆

Anywho, I feel they’d be very good at arts & crafts too. According to a post I found in the TF Wiki, fashion is a thing in Cybertron! I unfortunately can’t find the post now though, I’m real sorry. 😅🙏 But things like jewelry, accessories, battle masks, or other attachments for Cybertronians would be their field of expertise. Especially when Optimus Prime first takes over, they have more room to express themselves!

While battle attachments aren’t really necessary until much later in this universe, you can anything leave up to the Mini-Bots! They might even get you a discount if you come in with the parts yourself. But they’re willing to do a simple repair job too. It’s what they were made for!

Also real quick, if anyone has anything to say about fashion in this universe feel free to let me know! I’ve seen a couple posts about it online and it sounds so cool!

As for transportation, they can ride the shuttles and trains just like any other bot, but it might be difficult to get around. Similar to Zootopia, I imagine they’d have their own section to ride on or even their own modes of transportation. Kind of like little tubes or tunnels running around Iacon?

Or if they do choose to ride the shuttles with other Cybertronians, I can imagine them climbing up their taller buddies for a better view. That just sounds so cute! ☺️

There are a smaller buildings that act as charging stations or homes for the Mini-Bots. Shops too! Of course they sell what they have to everyone, but if a customer or a client is a little on the big side then there’s a window they can walk up to and ask for anything.

That is all I have for now but let me know if you have some new ideas! I love talking about the culture in this movie, especially since we’ve seen that Cybertron looks like now! But I hope you all enjoyed, thank you!

[cardboardheartss]

PICK-A-HANNI : How Would You Spend New Years Eve With Your Bias?🦭

🦭Hanni #1 : 10oS rx, WoF • Resisting rx, Karma, Time rx

Hanni #1’s! I’m getting a feeling that your bias may force you to spend some time with them! They probably know that you went through A LOT in 2024, and they genuinely feel bad for you. So… they will drag you out, and obviously you’ll be very hesitant and sulking about the whole outing. Your bias will be lucky enough to have you stay out for an hour or two, but I see you eventually leaving and going back into self-isolation.

🦭Hanni #2 : Judgement rx, PoS rx, 4oS, 8oP • Past Life rx, Longing rx, Beauty

Ugh! Hanni #2’s!! Your bias is literally so sweet!! Orr maybe you’re the sweet person they have around!! Both of you guys will most definitely have a sleepover! You’ll just be scrolling through social media, laughing your assess off! This connection/ time spent won’t be forced at all and this will be genuine and meaningful time spent with your bias! Expect to take a million selfies or even film your own vlogs and mukbangs.

🦭Hanni #3 : PoC rx • Breaking Point rx, Silence, Elusive rx

Oh! Umm! Apologies Hanni #3’s! I don’t see you spending any time with your bias during New Year’s Eve. Sorry guys!

🦭Hanni #4 : The World, KNoC, 2oP, The Emperor, 8oC rx, 10oP rx • Healing, Bitterness, Influences, Cloudy Judgement, Ecstasy

Hmm! Hanni #4’s! I see your bias is most likely a male idol/celeb. I don’t want to feed any delusions today, but I forfeit! You and your bias, are definitely a couple, an interracial couple to be exact! I see your bias had to pick between 2 people, and they chose you. Unfortunately, I do see them trying to let you meet their family but the family will not approve of you! This will make you quite sad, but your bias will cheer you up and take you to a club and get all turnt up! Probably do some drugs too!!

🦭Hanni #5 : 5oP, QoW, Death rx, 2oS rx, 9oW, 5oS • Apology, Spying rx, Running rx, Conflicted

Hanni #5’s!! You and your bias are so wild lol! One of you are either financially struggling or living your best lives, or you yourself could portray yourself as rich but in reality you’re not rich at all! You two will meet and will not hide your meet up. The public will see you two together, partying and expect people to post you on social media. I also feel as if, your bias is a male idol/celeb and this will obviously lead to controversy. The public will be attacking you Hanni #5’s, and I see you being forced to release a public apology.

🦭Hanni #6 : KoC rx, 7oS, Strength rx, 3oS, KNoS rx • Distracted, Return rx, Soulmate, Broken

Oh! Hanni #6’s! I also see you guys not not spending any time with your bias during New Year’s Eve! You two are in an already established relationship, but i see you could’ve broken up before new years. It’s possible you’ll come across their social medias, possibly a burner account and you’ll see him living his best life, and all turnt up with other girls. At that moment you’ll be overwhelmed by so many emotions, you’ll be angry, sad, devastated and like really really pissed off all at the same time.

Welp!! This was my gift from me to you all on this blog! Thank you all for the overwhelming and undying support! Thank you for all the asks, the interactions and just your overall presence! My year’s highlight HAS to be you guys!! You all have kept me up on my feet, gave me my first self earned money?? Like how insane is that???

So thank you! thank you guys! i love and appreciate you all! Happy New Years Eve (time zone differences lol), i will try to be as active next year but it’s my final year of high school so… i need to be focused on my books!!! So… I’ll try keep you guys posted!

Love y’all’s!!🎆♾️📦

[woovalin]

i have since been informed that the screenshots of that conversation were fabricated. i apologize, it turns out that an english translator was used and the source was proven to be false. nonetheless, this changes nothing about the situation.

i hope we all have an understanding that this is not a kpop issue, but a women’s rights issue. as previously stated in my original post; men, no matter where they’re from, what family they come from, who their friends are, they are not immune to being misogynistic, vile human beings. the people closest to us could be hiding the worst secret imaginable. men, having mothers, sisters and daughters, does not stop them from committing heinous crimes against women. it doesn’t matter that they have a strong female presence around, they could still turn out to be anti-women and do it all wrong. it only takes another brainwashed woman hater to turn the rest into one of them.

i also would like to point out that this is not the time to start fan wars, because this is not about kpop or us fans, or who you stan or don’t stan. this isn’t a “gotcha” moment, for you to blame fans for supporting him when nobody knew. it’s not the time to promote your faves or post shit with, ‘my faves would never’. that’s what everyone says/thinks until your fave DOES. it’s insulting to the victims, making jokes out of this. and let’s not blame women for supporting bgs, bc saying things like “good thing i only stan ggs” is not making anyone look good, not you, and not your faves. the blaming women for enjoying things is crazy, bc how are we not going to assume that the people we’re supporting are decent human beings at the very least? that’s the bare minimum, for you to expect someone to be a kind, normal human being who treats people with respect, as everyone should. there will always be terrible people in this world, but we can’t blame anyone but the criminal themselves.

i would love to stop posting about this, bc it is getting to be a lot, and is very overwhelming, but i want to keep voicing the issue at hand. korean women have desperately been trying to reach out to international media and gain our attention in the states, so that we can help them spread the word about what has been going on and what they are being subjected to. it’s sickening to look at the evidence of these vile people hurting innocent women and minors of all ages, but if it means we keep this relevant for as long as possible, then i will keep posting on every social media platform to amplify their voices. please continue to share, and spread as much (credible) information for these victims as you can. they are being singled out and targeted for speaking up, and we need to be their voice from across the world.

please please take care of yourselves, take breaks if you need to. just sharing things does a lot, and supporting the people around you who at any point have been in a situation like this, does more than you know.

❗️EDIT: if you would like to learn more about the situation in general on what goes on in sk involving these chat rooms, i recommend watching stephanie soo’s videos on her ‘rotten mango’ youtube channel about this. i will warn you, topics are very heavy and can be triggering, so watch at your own discretion. and listen to her trigger warnings. here is a screenshot of what you can search to find them.

[pedriache]

HEYYY i love love love ur fics sm especially ur arda ficss🫶🫶 can you write one where you and arda have been a couple for a while and wanted to keep it a secret for now, but while you were on a date together someone posted a photo of you both kissing or sum, and then the whole internet saw it😭 like you find out how everyone reacted in the morning

but youre both happy that its out now atleast😋 thank uu i LOVE ur writing

They (do)n’t know about us — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Arda had been in a relationship for 6 months, hidden from the public. After so long without getting caught, a fan account posted a picture they took of you two on a date. The picture goes viral, leading you and Arda to wake up to a surprising amount of notifications. You’re even more surprised when Arda doesn’t seem upset in the least.

Word count: 634

Disclaimer/s: none except just worrying oc but otherwise, fluff. Small use of y/n at the end!

A/N: lowkey, this sucked……. Apologies .. did i use shawn and c*milas pap pictures.. well, yes! Do i care, naurr.. ALSO SHOUTOUT MY BAE ENYA FOR THE NEW FILTER.

You’d woken up a minute ago to the sound of your phone buzzing repeatedly. There’s a quiet groan coming from your boyfriend before he loosens his grip on you, “turn it offff.” He says through a raspy voice. You smile at the sound, you could never get used to the sound of his morning voice. It always managed to get your heart pumping a little faster.

“Sorry,” you murmur. Leaning over, you grab your phone off the nightstand. “Uhm, babe.” You say slowly as your eyes scan through the hundreds of notifications from your family, friends, and social media.

Arda hums, burying his head in your neck. “What?”

Your body tenses, not because of his touch, but because of the nerves rattling through your body. He notices the change in your demeanor, eyes snapping open. He furrows his eyebrows, arm pulling your body impossibly closer. “Something wrong?”

“Depends..” You cough, phone still clutched in your hand. “So, question.”

“Shoot.” Arda props himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with worry disguised in his eyes. The nervous smile on your face not doing anything to relieve it.

You had no clue how to word this. You and Arda had discussed this possibility, but you didn’t think it’d happen today of all days, let alone this quickly.

Taking a deep breath, you find your voice. “If our relationship ever got… out. How, perhaps, would you react?”

A soft chuckle leaves Arda’s lips. “If that’s what you’re worried about, then you don’t have to. I wouldn’t mind, I mean, it would be nice to come out on our own terms. But, I wouldn’t shed a tear or anything over it.” His words alone has you calming instantly.

“I love you, you know that. So, at the end of the day, public or private, nothing would change.” He finishes his declaration, leaning down to connect your lips in a slow kiss. Filled with all the love and passion you could ask for, you find the courage to break the news.

Pressing your hands against his chest to push him away slightly, but not too far, his face only inches from yours. “Well! Apparently someone spotted us together last night, so! Everyone knows.” Your words are jumbled together, nearly incoherent by the end.

Arda’s eyebrows pull together. At first he’s just flat out confused, then shocked, then his expression softens into a look you’d received many times before. One that reassured you of all your worries every time you saw it.

He says your name in a delicate whisper, “i’m more than okay with it, as long as you are. I love you, that’s not changing, plus, that just means the world knows it too. And if we’re being honest right now, I think the sound of that.” Arda threads a hand through your hair before bringing his knuckles down to graze your cheekbone. “How are you feeling about it?”

Lips forming a pout, you lean into his touch. “I suppose, i’m more than okay with it. If you don’t mind, why should I? It is a little scary, but as long as i’m with you, then nothing else matters.”

A quiet understanding passes between the two of you, a moment pure and sweet. “I should probably answer my messages…” You break the silence, bringing up your hand to wiggle your phone in his face.

Arda nods, a light laugh escaping his lips. “I probably have my own to answer.” He flops over onto the bed and grabs his own phone.

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Gulerupdates I was out last night and saw this?? Yall. That’s Arda and Y/N L/N. Yeah. HELLO.?????? WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN??? HIM HOLDING HER PURSE FOR HER GRAHHHH. I love them, your honor.

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[restwellsoon]

Cherry Syrup Kisses

Minors and blank/ageless blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x GN!Reader

Summary: The summer months bring many things to yours and Shouto’s relationship–warmer weather, poolside drinks, beach days, public scrutiny. See, summer in Japan is the slow season for pro-heroes, meaning it’s also slow for the media that follows them. How do they fill this gap? By reporting on pro-heroes’ relationships or lack thereof, of course! Understandably, you’re self-conscious about some things, but Shouto’s there to prove you wrong.

Word count: ~3.5k

Warnings: GN!reader, established relationship, fluff, “hurt/comfort”

A/N: For my angel baby Andie's pretty boy summer collab. Check out the masterlist for other great fics.

There were several things that you could attribute to summer: the metallic hum of cicadas buzzing, the smell of fireworks in the night sky, the icy hot comfort of the various wipes you used to keep cool in the humidity. Now you could add another thing to the list–the grating sounds of cameras clicking and reporters asking intrusive questions. 

You were lucky during your first summer with Shouto. A genius villain had threatened to collapse Japan’s education system by giving all students that elusive ‘S’ grade. Newsgroups covered the debacle for nearly half the year. This year wasn’t as eventful, and the Hero Public Safety Commission had arrogantly declared this a summer of peace.

Naturally, less crime meant less work for the pro-heroes, which in turn meant less news to report on. Before getting with Shouto, you never kept up with hero culture, but now it was something you had to be particularly mindful of. You never realized how much the media relied on pro-heroes to keep the masses entertained. When crime was slow, they’d look for any kind of story that would sell.

“Unfortunately, some of us don’t have the luxury of a publicist to coach us on how to react to these kinds of situations,” you snapped–a comment you later apologized for.

The two of you had been stuck on the couch for at least an hour, no thanks to you and your hesitation about tonight.

“I don’t think I can do it, Shou.”

He was patient–god, he was fucking patient–and gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him head on. “Repeat after me,” he implored, “I can do it. I can do it even if I’m a little scared.”

“I can do it,” you sighed, finally giving in. This was his fourth pep talk after all. “I can do it even if I’m a little scared.”

“Good.” His hand trailed from your chin down to the curve of your shoulder. “I knew I could be confident in your ability to take directions well.” Shouto savored the heat of your skin as shyness burned across your body.

“But still!” You pulled back from his touch, much to Shouto’s annoyance. He huffed before leaning back into his seat, crossing his arms. “Even if we go out tonight, what makes you think that people won’t recognize you?”

Sporting a shorter cut that made his bangs fall just short of his brows and feather perfectly along his cheeks, Shouto’s hair brought more attention to his face. Anyone could fall in love with one look into his eyes. His chiseled jaw was left bare. From behind, you could see the thickness of his neck, tucked in-between broad shoulders. You weren’t sure if you should hate or thank his hairstylist.

It wasn’t just his face though. It was his clothes. Even if he weren’t a pro-hero, surely Shouto had enough social awareness to know that people would stare because of what he was wearing. You clicked your tongue. No, he lacked that sort of recognition, or maybe he simply didn’t care.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

His clean, black cotton shirt wrinkled across his chest, pleased to be given a break from having their fibers stretched to their limits. It fit just right, meaning that his biceps bulged while he crossed his arms and pouted. At least his jeans and sneakers weren’t as eye-catching.

Everyone was used to the professional dressed pro-hero or seeing Shouto in a suit as he made publicity rounds across Japan. You might not keep up with hero culture, but you knew how the minds of the thirsty worked–they’d go absolutely feral if they saw him in casual wear.

“I shouldn’t expect much out of someone who uses his actual first name as his pro-hero identity.” You shook your head. “But that’s why I love you, isn’t it? You’ve always been yourself.”

He hummed in deep thought. “I love you too, and well, if anyone asks, I’ll say that I’m not Shouto Todoroki.”

Blowing a puff of air, you gave him a disbelieving ‘As if!’ Shouto who said thank you every time a grandma stopped to call him handsome? Shouto who showed off his quirk any time a child asked, just to make them happy? There was no way he could do that.

He wasn’t finished with his plan as he continued. “Better yet, I’ll tell them that my name isn’t important.” He winked.

You wondered who had taught him that. Was it Sero or Kaminari?

“They can refer to me in the media as your boyfriend.”

No one had taught him that, you decided. He grew cheekier every day you spent together.

Your embarrassment traveled down to your hand as you playfully pushed Shouto, an insignificant detail that made him smile. He was proud that he could still make you feel this way even though the honeymoon stage of the relationship was over.

Grabbing your hand before you could pull away again, he asked you, “Shall we?”

–

“Aren’t you nervous?”

Various friends had asked you that through texts or whenever you met up. After all, the tabloids were running wild this summer. One gossip rag claimed that Bakugou was a virgin, which in turn led to news outlets covering the ensuing libel case. Another claimed that the principal of U.A., Nezu was a nepo baby because he was a relative of one Mr. Charles Entertainment Cheese. There was a wild debate on if that counted as nepotism if they were in different fields.

With Shouto rising the ranks each quarter, it was inevitable that the media would be interested in him, and by association, you. Along with his PR team, Shouto was trying to craft the best way to publicly announce your relationship but while still protecting your normal life as a citizen.

“No,” you’d laugh it off and lie. “I’m too boring for them. Besides, what could they possibly say or photograph me doing?”

“Right,” they’d nod their heads in agreement. “It’s not like they could catch you in a totally vulnerable position while out in public.”

Unfortunately, there was one very glaring and obvious vulnerable position they could catch you in, and unfortunately again, that situation was deeply entwined with celebrating summer.

–

Smoke and the tempting smell of food guided you towards the festival grounds better than your map ever could. Grilled meats greeted you first as workers fanned the flames of their grills and quickly handed out skewers, only to be replaced just as quickly. After those stalls were the usual festival fanfare: takoyaki, okonomiyaki, and grilled corn. 

Like you, the other festival goers were too absorbed in the atmosphere to take notice of anyone else. Aside from the food, various games and wares were taking their attention.

“Not so bad, right?” Shouto commented. Putting on a hat and mask at the last minute also helped.

Ever mindful, Shouto watched your reaction to everything you encountered since leaving your apartment. Neither of you said it out loud, but tonight was a big moment for you both. There was a possibility that your relationship could be revealed to the public. You had to be careful.

Tugging you towards a different area, you wondered what he could have been so excited to show you. You passed game stalls that had stuffed animals and goldfish as prizes. You walked past a line of artisanal ceramics.

To your surprise, bright lights and foreign mascots greeted you instead. American style burgs, Korean corn dogs, and other foreign eats lined the small lane.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Shouto asked, chest puffed up with pride.

He was referring to the corn dogs of course, in all their diced potato-coated glory. Referring to the corn dogs, in all of their diced potato-coated glory. During a particularly long mission, you were bored and spammed his phone with different pictures and videos of the food, going so far as bookmarking several places you could try them at.

Differing from its American counterpart, the Korean style corn dogs had a lighter batter, making it crispier. You weren’t sure of what was more intriguing–the different cheeses you could add or the different things you could coat it in. Seeing and smelling them in person had you drooling.

You needed to be strong though. Anyone could be a reporter or photographer nowadays. You wouldn’t know any better unless they approached you. You doubted you could hear any camera clicks with all this noise too.

Swallowing, you lied. “No, I think I want some karaage instead.”

Shouto did his best to hide disappointment. He was looking forward to seeing your face light up at that first bite.

Heading to the nearest karaage stall, Shouto wondered if you were feeling self-conscious. He thought that you were perfect as you were, but you’d been anxious all summer. He couldn’t know with certainty what you were feeling. Just last week, Selkie was sad after a news anchor called his skin lackluster and dry because of the weather. Shouto wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t told him. Were you putting on a brave face too? 

–

After sharing some of that delicious fried chicken, Shouto could easily predict what would come next. That was the beauty of knowing someone so well. His hand was already pushing in the right direction towards something sweet as you checked your phone.

Tonight was running more smoothly than expected. The fireworks would start in about an hour. There weren’t suspicious people in the area. After the show, you and Shouto could go home and cuddle.

“S’not fair, Mama!” A child whined from atop his father’s shoulders. “Let Dada have one more. Please!” His ice cream haphazardly swayed as he pleaded with his mother.

“Kenta, sweetie,” his mom tried to say in her gentlest voice, “you might not understand because you’re still a kid, but Dada had three ice cream cones already. He’s gonna have a tummy ache if he eats another one.”

Her partner failed to disagree, quipping, “C’mon, babe! You heard the little guy.”

Shouto thought you had finally gone back to normal. Maybe he was being too sensitive and cautious about your feelings earlier.

“B-but Mama, Dada’s been good today.” Kenta listed off the things his father had done so far. “He got us food, and he put me on his shoulders so I can be real big and see!” His arms made a show of depicting how tall he was now.

And in doing so, Kenta’s ice cream fell on Shouto’s head.

Already hearing Kenta’s sniffles, his dad cooed that it was okay. It was an accident, but he needed to apologize. Meanwhile, his mom already started apologizing on behalf of all of them.

“It’s fine,” Shouto said, ice cream dripping down his hat and falling to the ground. You and her exchanged a look. No, it wasn’t fine.

“Really,” he tried to reassure you both. “There’s a convenience store just outside of here. And how about another cone to replace the one that fell?” Conveniently, the exchange happened in front of another soft serve stall. 

Kenta nodded his head in excitement, promising to be more careful this time. His father set him on the ground to prevent other people’s heads and hats from getting ruined by his son.

“Now kiddo, what do you say?”

With ice cream dripping down his chin and onto his hand, Kenta grinned. “Thanks Shouto! This is why you’re my hero.”

You and Shouto froze. Leave it to a child to point out something that you were trying to hide.

His parents scrutinized Shouto more closely. The hat and mask covered most things, but it couldn’t have been anyone else when they saw his scar. “Pro-hero Shouto?”

Their questioning caught the attention of others.

Grabbing your hand, Shouto said in the politest of ways, “No, I think you’re mistaken. Bye now.”

In the rush, his hat got lost to the crowd, making it more obvious that he was lying. You were too distracted by the whispers of his name to wonder how his hair and clothes didn’t get ruined while Shouto focused on getting you out there.

“You okay?” He asked, slightly out of breath as you crossed into Family Mart.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you wheezed, trying to breathe normally.

Straightening out your clothes, you said, “Well, I guess that’s the end of our date, huh? It was nice while it lasted at least.”

Looking outside, he told you, “It might not be the best view, but we can catch the fireworks from that bench over there.” He pointed towards a spot a few meters away that was just off the main street. 

“Great,” you said, browsing the drink aisle, grabbing something for both of you to share. You grabbed some wipes too, in case Shouto felt sticky.

At the register, a popsicle slid in with your other items.

“What?” Shouto asked innocently. “Isn’t this your favorite?” He leaned over you to tap his card on the reader. “Besides, I’m paying for it anyway.”

–

Taneo truly was blessed by the heavens with fortune like this. The only reason why he came to this festival was to cover their unique culinary delights. While looking for ice cream, Kenta had stopped him, telling him to go to a specific booth.

“That place is the best,” he argued, “because Shouto got me ice cream from there. It was tasty!”

“Todoroki Shouto?” Taneo clarified, journalist mode activating. Because of the slow season, any pro-hero stories were hot, but stories about the Todoroki Shouto would be especially tantalizing.

“I guess,” Kenta shrugged. How was he supposed to know what Shouto’s surname was? He was only six.

“Yeah, he got me ice cream even though he was on a date,” Kenta told him, not understanding the value of the information he shared. Taneo was already drafting titles in his head. So far “Too Hot to Stay Single, Who’s the Mysterious Person that has Melted Shouto’s Heart?” was his favorite. “That’s what Mama and Dada said at least. They said that when you don’t have kids, you can do whatever you want, like hold hands and go on dates whenever.”

“Kenta, dude!” His father groaned. “You just can’t repeat everything we tell you.” 

Meanwhile his mother hoped that the conversation would end soon, in case Kenta would share more personal secrets about his family.

“Oh really? They were holding hands?” Taneo said, straightening up from his stooped position while talking to Kenta. “Well, that’s okay for them to do since they’re both adults.” Despite that, Kenta made a face.

He pointed in the direction that you had left in. “And you said that you saw them go this way, right?”

Kenta’s mom nodded. “They mentioned something about a convenience store.”

“Thanks for the scoop, kid,” Taneo grinned. “You too, mom and dad!”

He could already hear Juzo News’ editor-in-chief singing praises about this juicy story. 

–

“Do you really not want it?” Shouto asked as you settled on the bench. His guess was correct. You’d still be able to see most of the fireworks from here. 

“Really,” you said, handing it to him.

The corn dog you could resist, but the popsicle? Nothing sounded more refreshing than its cherry coolness on your tongue. Your escape from the main grounds of the festival had left you parched, and you didn’t think any of the drinks could satisfy you the way your favorite summer treat could, especially in this humidity.

“Has anything been bothering you today?” He asked bluntly.

Food was how you showed your love, insisting on the first date that that was how people were truly able to connect with each other. Your blatant rejection of two food items that Shouto brought you meant that something was wrong.

You paused, your drink hissing as you left it half-turned. Were you that obvious? He gave you that look with his eyes.

“Yeah,” you finally confessed. “It’s just that…” You finished taking the cap off your soda, taking a sip for courage. “It’s so dumb. It sounds even worse when I say it out loud.”

“It can’t be that bad,” he reassured you but didn’t press you further. He already thought of counters to any insecurity that you might have. You were gorgeous. You were smart. He wasn’t worthy of you. If you were worried about the media, he knew that he could ask for favors to manage that too.

“I’m self-conscious about putting phallic-shaped things in my mouth.”

“Huh?”

Your voice went up a pitch as you stumbled on your words, heat radiating from your body. “It’s dumb! I know, I know. But I can’t stop thinking about the face I make! And what if someone takes a picture of that? I can already see it, people making fun of me on the internet. Ugh, and what would they say about you? Shou, I–”

His laughter stopped you mid-panic as he removed his mask to breathe. “I don’t mean to offend you, but was that it?” You nodded, face still hot.

“It doesn’t change how you feel, but I love it when you–”

Your hand covered his mouth as you squeaked, “We’re still in public!”

“–especially when it’s my–”

“I’ll eat it!” You said, hoping he’d quiet down. 

Quickly, you ripped the popsicle from its wrapper, half-melted from your neglect. Cherry red syrup dripped down your hand as you sucked on it. It left a stain on your mouth.

“I can’t stop thinking about that face you make now too,” Shouto said amusedly.

“Really?” You challenged, pointing the half-eaten popsicle at him. “You try doing this, knowing that someone could see you.”

His dichromatic eyes never left yours as he took it completely, using a combination of suction and his tongue to play with it. Artificial sweetness flooded his mouth as his lips were left cherry-stained. Taking advantage of your surprise, he pushed the stick from his mouth to lap at the syrup that ran down your hand, making sure to peck away at any redness.

“Show off,” you mumbled as you met him in a kiss. It was the only way that you could get rid of the popsicle stains.

–

Admittedly, it took Taneo longer to find Shouto than he’d like. He’d almost given up on it too until he spotted you two on a bench. His days of photographing for a paycheck were long gone as he focused more on journalism. Still, he knew a good shot when he saw one. His eyes zoomed in, waiting for an opportune moment before turning away to let the photograph develop. He just hoped that you two would still be there.

When he checked again, the fireworks were nearly over, smoke trailing up the sky.

“Shouto!” He called out from a safe distance. When the pro-hero didn’t react, he dared to venture closer, holding up his hands in front of him as a gesture of good faith.

“Do you know him?” You asked, not recognizing the strange man.

He shook his head. “He doesn’t seem trustworthy though.”

“Guess you don’t remember me,” Taneo laughed. “Figures. It’s been over a decade since we last met in person. I visited your dorm back in your U.A. days to do a report after the Kamino Incident.” 

When he received a blank stare, he laughed–nervously this time. “Oh, you really don’t remember, do you?”

“Is there something you need?” Shouto asked, taking care to step in front of you.

Taneo clicked his tongue. “Right, right. I should have opened up with that first. Here–” he said, shoving something into his hands. You peered around Shouto to see it.

It was a picture of you and Shouto laughing on the bench, his body was turned towards yours as you squeezed his hand. You had just broken apart from your make out session, finally laughing at the absurdity of today.

“I followed you here in hopes of reporting on something interesting,” he admitted. You and Shouto stiffened. “But the shot was too good. The lighting, the mood. You could really feel the love between you. So keep it. That picture’s yours.”

“You’re not going to expose our relationship?” You asked, still cautious.

He shrugged. “Nah. Call it a change of heart, or if you can’t believe that, then know that I’m too professional to report on such low-hanging news. This wasn’t the story I originally came for anyway.”

Shouto held onto the photograph as if he feared that Taneo was lying.

“Oh, and before I go, here’s a suggestion. It might be easier to announce your relationship on your own terms and time.” 

He grinned. “And if you decide on that, would you mind giving me a call?” He tucked his business card beneath the photo and Shouto’s thumb.

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[nikist-4-n]

So you’re saying people don’t deserve forgiveness? It’s so funny but maybe everyone’s morals are different but everyone deserves forgiveness no matter what has been said or done. Now if you choose not to forgive that up to you but forgiveness leaves a bitter heart and will rot away at you. Because no one is perfect but yourself in dodo’s situation say you did all the stuff she did would you not want forgiveness? I don’t think it’d be fair to say you don’t deserve it. But it’s fine you’re young and under developed and still growing and learning

1 So you’re saying people don’t deserve forgiveness? It’s so funny but maybe everyone’s morals are different but everyone deserves forgiveness no matter what has been said or done

Now when did I say that? Sure ( some ) people deserve forgiveness, doesn't mean that we forget. And that memory can easily lead to resentment because ur heart is not at peace. What dodo did she could've easily apologized in the beginning -heck I begged her to- but she ignored me and only when she thought we cut her off she apologizes? That's messed up and if u think that it isn't then I don't know what to say to u. And yh anon we all have different morals, but my morals don't want to forget what she did, just because we can easily forgive others doesn't mean I'll forget what she did.

2 Now if you choose not to forgive that up to you but forgiveness leaves a bitter heart and will rot away at you.

Actually how dare u anon. All my life I've forgiven people and gave 22259 chances but they've still hurt me over and over again (those who saw my close friends stories on Insta will know ). And what u should do is let them go. Because forgiveness and forgetting are two different things. Ive forgiven my boy bestie but I didn't forget all the things he's said to me. And for ur information I told dodo over and over again to apologize but she didn't listen to me and then when she faced the consequences for her behaviour she realised she messed up. And by then it was too late. Sometimes others hurt people too much for them to just accept an apology. Sure we've forgiven people but we didn't forget. And that's where dodo comes in. I've forgiven dodo but I don't want her in my life nor did I forget what she did.

3 Because no one is perfect but yourself in dodo’s situation say you did all the stuff she did would you not want forgiveness?

Ok let's say I did that anon. If something chei did bothered me I would've told her. And if it's something in my personal life I would've taken a break from social media so I don't lash out at people who don't deserve my rage. And if my friends told me my behaviour in the beginning I would've apologized immediately and tried to make things right. What dodo did was ignore me calling her out and lashed out at chei for 2 weeks before we had enough and it was too late. And that's what u should learn anon that stuff that people do/say cause emotional wounds and a simple apology does not cut it at all. That's when we need to cut people off for good.

4 I don’t think it’d be fair to say you don’t deserve it. But it’s fine you’re young and under developed and still growing and learning

Yes it would because some things just don't deserve a simple apology. Dodo acted mean and ignored chei for weeks and just accepted us to take her back?? No because she showed us that she does not like chei. We don't just dislike people for no reason, there has to be a reason and if it is not stated we're gonna go with that answer. And how does ur age justify ur behaviour? Sure ur maturity is low but ur not dumb to realise what u are doing. She was actively being mean to chei, she knew it hurt her and that's why she did it. And also chei is literally younger than dodo but didn't act like that. She's sensitive and could've taken her insults to heart but instead she kept quiet and tried to protect her, you anon. Because we all know it's u dodo hiding behind anon so let me say this: please get out of my inbox and stop trying to defend urself, ur explanations just fall flat. Sure u have points ( barely ) but ur arguments fall flat and are ignorant and close minded. I'm tired of having to explain why ur wrong, it's just getting boring and annoying having to type so much.

Please let me know what u disagree with in the comments I'll love to see different opinions ^^