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

[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 ^^

[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.”

[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.

[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. 

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“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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[of-many-aus]

Less Than Ideal Living Situations

Summary: you and jake are put into a situation that is less than ideal

Warning: slight mention of violence

A/N: I’m kinda worried that this sucks; but also, feel free to send in requests for one shots for this series if you feel like it!!

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You would like to reiterate the fact that this was completely Natasha Trace’s fault. Nothing about this did you do on your own free will.

She was the one who began the school year by commuting to classes after she got an apartment off campus with her boyfriend of two years, leaving you roommate-less.

True, she had apologized over and over again and even offered to keep being your roommate and give up the chance of staying with her boyfriend, but you wouldn’t let her. You were her best friend after all, and what kind of friend would you be if you kept her from happiness on your own selfish accords?

So, you reassured her that it was fine and you would find new living arrangements. She didn’t have to worry about you.

Turns out, she probably should have been worried. Because after posting up flyers all over the campus and social media- offering a room in your apartment for anyone who would like to accept your offer- not a single reply came your way.

That was when you really began to stress out.

It was one day until roommates had to be finalized, and you didn’t have one.

You had even begun to contemplate how you could trick the college staff into thinking that you were still with Nat, but not a single idea that could actually be done without breaking a couple of laws came to mind.

Then, a notification came through on your phone halfway through history class. Someone had accepted your offer.

The relief and joy that spread through you was almost too overpowering to even read the name of the person that would be your new roommate.

Jake Seresin.

Star player of your college's baseball team with an ego larger than the campus and a reputation to back it up.

The two of you had literature together. That is, when he actually bothered to show up. And when he did, he would mostly sleep through it. The only reason he wasn’t failing any of his classes was because your school couldn’t afford losing the best baseball player they had seen in over fifteen years. According to the gossiping group of girls you overheard in the dining hall, that is.

It was clearly too close to the final date to change it and desperately try to search everywhere for somebody else- anybody else- so now, you would just have to suffer through it.

“-and then, I went to go check on Jake, only to find him face down on the lawn.” Bradley Bradshaw, first baseman for the baseball team, laughed, shifting the box in his arms, “So naturally, we all just decided roommates without him. I mean, he should have seen it coming. There’s an odd number of us, including our manager, so of course one of us is going to have to find a different living arrangement- he just shouldn’t have missed it. It’s a good thing he saw your ad though, or else he might be living in the alley behind the campus kitchen-“

The man had been happily chatting your ear off for the last hour now, as he helped his friend unload all of his stuff into your apartment. And while he seemed nice enough, you just wished he would stop talking. You were exhausted and, quite frankly, nervous about the whole situation, so you weren’t exactly in a chatty mood.

Both of you walked through the door of your apartment after trudging up the stairs for the tenth time

“Rooster, leave the girl alone. You’re gonna scare my new roommate away.” Jake's voice floated smoothly through his lips and reached your ears in a way that made you shiver. You now had to live with this man.

Bradley grinned, “You don’t need me for that, Hangman, I trust that you’re gonna do that all by yourself.”

It was an annual tradition at your school that every athlete as a freshman in your sports centered college would get a nickname that would follow along with them for the rest of their years.

You gave the blond a tight lipped smile, “Not yet scared away.”

The man beside you dropped the box onto the ground beside all the other ones, “Welp, that’s the last of them, Bagman.”

Your smile morphed into a small, genuine one as you turned to face him, “Thank you for the help.”

He threw a playful wink at you, “Anytime. Just give me a call if Seresin is giving you any trouble. I’ll rough him up for you.”

A laugh left your lips as Bradley gave you a two finger salute before turning on his heel and exiting your apartment, ignoring the warning look his teammate was giving him.

There was a silence that followed Bradshaw's absence, as if any form of conversation had been taken by the hand and led out by the man.

Jake cleared his throat, drawing your eyes to lock with his devastatingly green ones, “Thank you again for letting me live here.”

There was a sort of sincerity in his voice that would have made you do a double take if you weren’t already looking at him. It was a tone that you never in a million years would have expected to hear out of him.

You coughed lightly, forcing yourself to roll your eyes, “Yeah, well, didn’t have much choice.”

His look didn’t falter like you had expected it to, “No, I suppose not.”

“Well, I’ll be in my room. Let me know if you need any help unpacking.” You desperately needed to get out of this situation.

He waved his hand dismissively, “I think I can manage.”

With that, you practically scurried off to your room, tightly closing the door behind you before sliding your back down it until your legs were curled up to your chest.

Your hand flailed to the side, gripping onto a pillow from your bed and bringing it into your lap before shoving your face into it and screaming, letting it muffle the sound.

So yes, this was completely Natasha Trace's fault. You were stuck in a small apartment with the last person you would ever had thought, and you would never let her hear the end of it.

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[clxja16]

To hell and back

Part II

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: childhood trauma, established relationship

Warnings: none I think

Word Count: 1.5K

Author's Note: ummmm I have no idea if this is what everyone was expecting for a part two because I didn't think it was gonna go this way. Also apologies for taking this long, I ended up being really busy this past weekend. but nevertheless, enjoy.

Part I

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After leaving the hotel room, you went to a boutique hotel down the street, and got a room for the night.  You didn’t want to be anywhere near Max at this moment.  You were so angry with how he spoke to you, what he accused you of being.  You never asked him to take care of you, to pay your bills, to give you money.  You haven’t even been with any other driver, except for him.   You put your phone on silent and went to bed, you weren’t going to make amends tonight.  You were gonna let Max sit with his words.  You were gonna make him regret every speaking to you in that way.  

The next morning, you thought about delaying your return even further.  Maybe get breakfast before going to see Max.  You wanted him to truly understand what he said to you.  He thought of you as a gold-digging whore, you were gonna act like a gold-digging whore then.  However when you grabbed your phone, you were met with over a hundred missed calls from, not only Max but, the entire Redbull racing team.  Max, Daniel, Checo, Christian, Liam, Geri, even Carola tried calling you last night.  It seemed as if everyone with your number, that Max knew, tried to call you. Your text notifications were worse.  Not only did you actually receive text messages from everyone, but your social media messages were also filled.  You were beginning to feel a little bad about last night.  You opened your text messages with Max, scrolling to the bottom for the most recent text to read; 

Max: you don’t need to come back, but at least tell me you’re safe.  Christian said that if we don’t hear from you in the morning, then we’ll call the police.  I need to know that you’re safe, y/n. 

You were overwhelmed with guilt, regardless of how Max made you feel, you should’ve let him know that you were safe.  You didn’t, you couldn’t delay any further.  You raced back to him.  

You thought of a thousand ways to make it up to him.  How you would apologize to him, what you would say, how to explain your thought process to him.  But as you got closer to the hotel room that you left him in, you slowed down.  You thought about last night further.  

‘Gold-digging formula one whore’ were his exact words, and you were gonna apologize to him?  You wanted to laugh at yourself for being so forgetful.  You were going to apologize to him, for not informing him that you were safe, but nothing else, nothing more.  He needed to apologize for his words, he needed to beg for your forgiveness, he needed to make amends, not you.  He caused this to all happen, not you.  These were his words not yours. 

You opened the hotel room door, to see him sitting on the couch, he was awake.  His eyes bloodshot, when his eyes met yours, he shot to his feet.  You could see his shoulders relax.  The sight of him, broke your heart a little.  Tears welled in his eyes, as he made his way towards you.  You let the door close behind you, but you didn’t dare move a step towards him.  It seemed as if one night, aged him by years.  He looked exhausted, his hair sticking out in certain places, he was still in last night's clothes.  

As Max stepped right in front of you, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist.  You felt his tears dampen your shirt, you were taken aback by the action.  Max was not one to cry.  His soft sobs made all the anger you felt from last night dissipate. You didn’t know what to do, frozen in place.  

“Max,” you whispered softly, scared that you would break him, if you spoke any louder.  

“I was so scared y/n,” Max whispered against your waist, as he clung to tightly, before looking up to you.  You ran your fingers through his hair, taking note of the bags under his eyes.  

“Did you sleep last night?” You ask, as your voice fills with worry.  

Max shook his head, “I didn’t want to miss you, if you called.” 

“I shouldn't have left, I’m…” 

“Don’t,” Max cut you off, getting to his feet.  Taking your face in his hands, tilting your head up to maintain eye contact with him, “don’t apologize, this is my fault.  I should have never said such vile words to you.  If I was to ever say anything disrespectful about you or towards you ever again, I shall rip my own tongue out from my mouth.  You don’t deserve my drunk outburst.  You don’t deserve my whiplash of emotions.  You deserve someone better…” 

“I don’t want someone better than you,” you grip Max’s hands as he holds your face, “I want you, and all the emotions you hold inside of you.”  You stared into Max’s eyes, you could stay in this moment forever.  You could be right here with him for the rest of the world’s existence.  

There was a knock at the room door behind you, both you and Max hesitated to move; wanting to be in that moment with each other for a second longer.  “Max,” it was Christian that called out, “did you hear from y/n?”  Max pulled away first, you could feel his fingertips linger, not wanting to let go of you in the slightest. 

Max sighed, as he moved to open the door, “hi, I’m sorry, she came back this morning, you were right.” 

You stepped out from behind Max to present yourself, “sorry for the trouble I caused last night.”  You make a mental note to apologize to the team for the trouble you caused.  

Christian sighed, “are you okay?”  Christian directed his question to you, he had never seen Max so worked up about anything before last night.  Max was a champion at heart, he always acted like a true champion, someone that was always calm even in the most tense situations.  Max didn’t allow for distractions to bother him.  Until last night.  

“I’m alright, I was just very angry last night,” you said, beginning to feel more guilty for causing so many people to worry.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” 

“It’s my fault, Christian,” Max spoke up, taking your hand in his.  “I was drunk and I said things that I shouldn’t have, It won’t happen again.”  Max turned to look at you, you could see the emotions swirling in his eyes, “It will never happen again.”  

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After taking a fresh shower, and getting cleaned up, you and Max went out to get breakfast together.  You sat across from him at the table, on an open terrace.  The sunshine highlighted his hair, to look like gold foil.  “You know,” Max said, not looking up from his menu, “I've been thinking about last night, and how to make it up to you.” 

“You don’t need to make it up to me,” you shook your head, as you spoke.  

“You said you love me,” Max recalled, making eye contact now, “that’s the first time you ever told me you love me.” 

You and Max had only been together for a short amount of time, and this was only the third race you attended with him.  “And?”  You asked.  

“Did you mean it, or were you exaggerating to make a point?” 

You couldn’t stop the confusion writing itself across your face.  You wondered how broken a person had to be, to ask that type of question.  “I meant it,” you said, sitting up properly in your chair, “why would you think I didn’t mean it?” 

Max sighed, looking back down at the menu in his hand, “It’s been a long time since anyone said they loved me.” 

“Max,” you spoke up, reaching for his hand.  Max closed the menu, grasping your hand firmly, looking at you with emotions swirling through his eyes. “I love you.” You watched Max pause, taking a deep breath, before letting go of your hand and looking back at the menu.  “Max,” you called out to him.  He looked up at you, as tears lined his eyes.  “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready, but acknowledge that I said something.” 

“How do you know you love me?  I didn’t win, I didn’t do good, I…” 

“Max,” you couldn’t stop your face from filling with horror, hearing him still connect your love for him to his race finish.  “I love you because you make me happy, because you always let me pull the blanket off you when we’re sleeping.  Because you always let me watch my show on the tv, even if the game is on.  Because you never let me open a single door when we’re together, because you make sure I walk on the inside of the sidewalk.  Because you remind me to call my parents every weekend.  Because you always kiss me before you leave in the morning.  Because you give me the bigger piece when we’re sharing food.  Because you always tell me I look pretty when we go out.  I love you because you make me happy, not because of some race finish.  I love you because of all the little things you do for me.”  

“I love you.”

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[hamiltonaf]

One Night Stand | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Infidelity / Cursing / Angst but turns into fluff

A/N: Hello loves, apologies for posting this requested after weeks…I’ve been away on holiday for a while and the jet lag is killing me. Sorry I got carried away with writing this. Also, I’m not forgiving when it comes to cheating, but for the request…the reader has a forgiving heart. Anywho, enjoy .xoxo

Summer break seemed to have a bug outbreak that every footballer was either already in the USA or were on their way. Kylian insisted that we should travel to Miami but unfortunately the timing wasn’t right for me to tag along with him since I had 2 final exams. However, the best part about being done with my exams is not the freedom itself, but it was my birthday.

I usually don’t enjoy celebrating birthdays, nothing is that exciting about getting older each year, but I do look forward to spending time with my loved ones, also not gonna lie that I appreciate the love from everyone.

I studied well in advance for these exams so I wasn’t too stressed out. The week of the exams I just spent my time revising and gosh I couldn’t wait to be over and done with it all.

Besides the anxiety that I was hiding, I was quite annoyed and bothered from the fight Kylian and I had just before he left to Miami. He tried to convince me to spend my birthday in Miami, which as lovely as it sounds I wasn’t feeling it this year. I wanted to spend my birthday casually with family and friends, basically a get together without the formality of it being a party.

It would’ve been a bonus for me to go to Miami with him because besides celebrating my birthday, beforehand Kylian had a party at the Hamptons to attend which was hosted by Michael Rubin. Sounds incredible but unfortunately the Hamptons party fell on the day of my last exam and the next day is my birthday. The dates were clashing and it just wasn’t working out so we both ended up arguing.

Basically the math wasn’t mathing for me to go. In the end of it, Kylian said that he’d be here for my birthday and he’d instead take Brice as his plus one for the Hamptons party. I was okay with it but low-key I was disappointed that he was so adamant on going to this party. I get that it’s an A-list celebrity party, but I mean he goes for those kind of events all the time, what was it for him to miss this one ? I tried to put myself into his shoes and understood that he really needed a break from this season so he deserved a holiday, but the other side of me wanted to spend the holiday with him.

Even though we got through our differences, the tension was still in the air since he left a few days early. From the looks of paparazzi pictures on social media, he seemed to have the time of his life away. I hated that I couldn’t stop myself from reading the comments under his papped pictures.

“Where’s his girlfriend, (Y/N) ?”

“Isn’t (Y/N)’s bday coming up ?”

“Did Ky and (Y/N/N) break up ?”

“I would’ve expected his gf to be with him during the break, we barely see them together in public :(“

Our conversations for the past few days were normal, just the usual catch up on each others day and him asking about my exams. My mood was at ease and I was overjoyed once I left the exam room of my final exam. I first messaged Kylian about my excitement for him to be back and how much I miss him, but then it hit me with the time difference he’s still sleeping.

I spent the day at my parents house to enjoy some quality time with them. It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Kylian was trying to video call me.

“Hey handsome” I greeted. He just woke up and ugh I miss him so much. “Ma chérie…how did it go ?” He asked in his husky morning voice. Melting. “It went well. I’m just glad it’s all over” I sighed. “Ahh that’s good. I’m sure you did amazing as always. You’re one of the most smartest people I know” he smiled half asleep. “Hmm, are you trying to butter me up ahead of my birthday” I raised a brow. “Have to be nice to the birthday girl” he winked. “Ky ! You’re indirectly calling me dumb every other day” I pouted. “Babe jokes aside, I mean it when I say you’re one of the most smartest people I know and not forgetting how talented you are” he smiled. “Oh stop it” I faked wiping a tear. “Being on a break isn’t the same without you, I really miss you and I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly. I thought maybe if we cooled off our minds away for a day it would help - that’s probably one of the most dumbest things I thought. If anything, I miss you more than usual and can’t wait to be back home to spend your special day with you” he pouted.

“It is what it is Ky. We fought and we apologised, well you apologised about 20 times which really wasn’t necessary because I didn’t stop loving you. Just forget about it though, it’s done, it’s in the past now. I just want you back home” I pouted back. “Just a few more hours. Straight after the party I’ll take a flight back home and I’ll be back in time for your birthday” he said as he got up from the bed, revealing his bare torso. “Are you trying to tease me ?” I raised a brow. “Is it working ?” He smirked. “Kylian. Stop it” I blushed. “Alright alright. I need to get ready and do some things before going for the party. I’ll call you later okay ? Je t’aime” he blew a kiss. “Okayyy… have fun, but not too much fun. Just kidding. Love youuu baby ! Ciao” I said lastly as I returned the kiss and ended the call.

The last I spoke to Kylian was during our video call in the afternoon and I haven’t heard from him since. I even messaged Brice but he wasn’t much help - I asked him where Kylian was and he told me that they both were at the party. I tried not to think about it but I hated that deep down it actually bothered me that he didn’t even show the slightest care for my birthday.

Midnight struck and my family, and friends had surprised me with a cute cake, beautiful bouquet arrangements and lots of gifts. I was so overwhelmed that I actually started crying whilst everyone started singing for me. After some time one of my friends had asked what did Kylian get me and if he phoned. I can’t believe I had to lie for him. I tried to justify that he hasn’t called due to the time difference and him being at the Hamptons party.

To my luck, all my friends had left after about an hour. I couldn’t handle lying for Kylian and faking it all in front of my friends and family. I never felt more shit than right now, a mix of emotions ran through me, I don’t know whether to cry or call him up and give him an earful. I stayed up for s few hours, it was well after midnight in Miami. He forgot. Tears threatened to escape and I couldn’t help but cry myself to sleep.

I woke up after 3 hours, anxiously checking my phone for anything on my social media or messages. My socials were bombarded with messages from fans, friends and family. Even Kylian’s parents and Ethan wished me, yet nothing from Kylian.

As petty as I wanted to be, I was itching to talk to Kylian because I was livid. I tried video calling him the first time. Nothing. Second attempt. Nothing. Third attempt after a few rings, he finally picked up. “Kylian you better have a damn good excuse as to why you weren’t answering my messages. What the hell happened to you ?” I asked frustrated. “Hmm” he hummed half asleep. “Is this a damn joke” I said as I grew annoyed. “Who’s yelling on the phone ?” said an unfamiliar voice. My body froze and I could feel the blood almost drain from my body. It was a girls voice and he’s still in bed. “Kylian. Who. Is. That ?” I paused between each word. “It’s no one” he lied. That was it. I ended the call.

Did that just happen ? Did I have a fever dream ? I actually pinched myself to confirm that just unfolded. Kylian tries to call me back and I ended the call. Second attempt at calling me and I ended the call again. It went on a few times and I continued ending the call. Brice tried calling me after, I had no intention to hear their lame excuse. I continued to end the call. Eventually I switched off my phone.

Yet again my emotions had taken over me and I cried my heart out. What did I do to deserve this ? So many questions raced through my mind. Who was the girl ? How long has this been going on ? Did he plan this to spend time with her in Miami ? Did he purposely fight with me so we could break up ? My mind was racing. I needed to be completely on my own.

I lied to my parents that I’m going out with my friends for the day. It then hit me that this shit was happening on my birthday. Wow. I needed to let off some steam so I drove off and parked randomly to go for a run. I don’t know where I was going but I continued running until I was so exhausted and couldn’t make it anymore. I finally decided to unlock my phone and wasn’t surprised by the notifications. 25 missed calls from Kylian. 10 missed calls from Brice. 31 messages from Kylian.

Curiosity took over me and I opened the messages. Not like I was going to reply. Basically him saying that it’s not what I think, he’s so sorry, he got drunk at the party and he’s already on his flight back home. I left him on read. I got back to my car and went back to our place. The house felt cold and no longer felt like a home. I went straight to our room and started packing my things. Packing took much longer than expected. I had a bad habit of admiring the gifts he got me and cried at the memory before fighting the thought, and setting the gift aside to give it back.

I got disrupted mid-way when Kylian tried calling and messaging me again. The audacity. Many hours later It was pretty late in the evening, I packed majority of my things, the rest I could get some other time.

Just as I was carrying my belongings downstairs, he walks through the front door calling my name. Shit. “Thank god you’re here. I was worried sick about you. I’m so so sorry I missed your birthday babe” he said as he walked towards me. “Don’t come near me. We’re done” I said as I stormed off back to the room to bring the remainder of the packed things. “What are you doing (Y/N) ?” He asked worried as he followed behind me. “Leaving and getting as far away as possible from you !” I raised my voice.

“Can we just sit down and talk ?” He asked. I slammed a box on the bed as I looked at him standing across from me. “You wanna talk ? Sure. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll do the talking” I said as he then walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. I walked over to stand in front of him with my arms folded over my chest. “First of all, it’s killing me to know this, did you plan this Miami trip to meet her ?” I said ‘her’ in disgust.

“What ? No ! How could you think that-“ I cut him off. “Kylian, you have some damn nerve to face me and argue with me when you’re the one who fucking cheated” I said. Kylian and myself were shocked by my use of words. This is probably the first time he heard me swear. “Ma chérie, I swear we didn’t sleep together. She took advantage of me and got me drunk. We just kissed” he said. I pressed my lips together firmly and looked up as I felt the tears pool at my eyes. The tears spilled and I couldn’t hear this shit anymore. I walked away from him to grab my stuff. He held me by arm, “Wait” he called. “Leave me alone” I said as I pulled my arm away and walked downstairs.

“You didn’t let me finish” he said which made me stop in my tracks. “I don’t give a damn. I’m not okay. I tried this entire day convincing myself that I’m strong though I know I’m not. I stayed up waiting for you to call or message but I got nothing. I feel like a damn idiot for covering for you when people asked me if you called or messaged or got me anything for my birthday ! I cried myself to sleep and woke up like 3 hours later stressing about you. I don’t even know why I even bothered… oh yeah that’s right, because I loved you. Then I had to be the one to call you to find out that you cheated. How’s that for a birthday present ?” I raised a brow. “I understand you’re upset but you still didn’t let me explain” he argued.

“I couldn’t care whether y’all kissed or if y’all slept together or whatever the fuck actually happened. The fact remains that you cheated and I’m not here for that. Had the tables turned around, you wouldn’t give me a chance either. You had Brice with you the entire time I’m sure” I raised a brow. “Yeah” he answered softly. “So what’s your excuse if Brice was there ?” I asked with my hands on my hips.

“Everything was going fine, I wasn’t even planning to stay till late because I wanted to fly home sooner” he said, to which I didn’t say anything for him to continue. “Just as I was about to leave, she practically grabbed my face and forced me to drink which for all I know could’ve been spiked” he continued. “I was drunk and so was Brice so when we were leaving, she came with” a pang of jealousy struck through me. “Do I know her ? Do you know her ? Who the hell is she ?” I questioned. “She’s just some influencer, I know her but not personally” he answered honestly. “And then ?” I asked. “When I got back to the hotel, she tried kissing me and I didn’t realise what was happening until like a second later. So I pushed her off and I guess I passed out after, that’s when you called not long after… I was half asleep and she was still around”

“Then ?” I raised a brow. “I kicked her out and rushed to leave to come back home” he said as he slowly walked towards me. He grabbed a hold of my hands and rubbed small circles. I pulled my hand away. “Kylian. You can’t just come back and expect me to forget all about this. I don’t even know what to believe at this point” I said softly. “(Y/N) I’m telling the truth” he argued. “You just said that you knew her… our trust is broken ! Forget about what you did for a second. You forgot about my birthday and you didn’t even have the decency to message or call me whilst I stayed up for your dumbass. You know what. I’m done talking. I literally have a migraine at this point. I haven’t eaten since yesterday, I’m living on like 3 hours of sleep… I don’t deserve to feel this shit on my birthday” I said as I burst into tears.

“Baby don’t cry. I swear on my life that I’m telling the truth. I’d never do anything intentionally to hurt you. I’d never want to break your trust. I love you too much to do that” he pouted as he pulled me in for a hug. I didn’t even try to push him away. As much as I was in pain, deep down my heart was saying that he’s telling the truth.

When I broke away from the hug, he wiped away the tears from my face. “It hurts me to see you like this. More especially that I’m the reason for all of this. I didn’t mean to ruin your birthday. I planned a special day for us and unfortunately everything didn’t go as planned. I’m really really sorry for all of this. I love you so so much. It was terrible being without you whilst I was away and now i don’t ever want to leave you. Please don’t give up on us and let me try to get your trust back. I said this earlier and I mean it when I say that I swear on my mum, and my dad, that I didn’t intentionally cheat on you. It was all on that girl” he said wholeheartedly.

I sniffled and wiped away my tears. “I need time” I sighed. A knock at the door interrupted us, that’s when I walked away from him to answer. “Hello” I greeted. “Ahh (Y/N), happy birthday ! I believe these are for you” Kylian’s driver said as he stepped aside and unveiled 10 huge flower arrangements, along with a number of boxes of designer items. “Oh my god” my jaw dropped as I stepped outside. I felt like crying again. “Please don’t tell me you sent these” I said as I turned around to face Kylian. “What..why ? I did…” he said hesitantly.

“You’re making this so hard for me right now” I said in frustration. “First of all, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to get me so much. Flowers alone would’ve been more than enough, you know that by now” I smiled. “I can’t not spoil you on your birthday” he smiled back. “I really appreciate it. Thank you” I said as I pulled him in for a hug. He gave me a tight squeeze for a second before placing a kiss on my forehead. He then pulled me by my hand inside, whilst a few people who came along with the driver helped to bring the gifts inside.

“This was part of your surprise that I had planned. I got all these gifts for you and had them kept away with my mom for the past few days. I felt awful for going away and not spending more time with you. It’s the least I could do to show my appreciation and love for you since you’ve been through it all with me. You deserve nothing but the best, always. Happy Birthday ma chérie” he smiled. “I have no idea how to thank you. I’m so overwhelmed and mixed with emotions. I never ever thought you’d do wrong in my eyes, until today, but I believe I know you very well by now… I know when you’re telling the truth. Sooo… this will all take some time to go back to normal, but I’m willing to look past this and move on from it” I huffed. He caught my by surprise when he engulfed me in a hug. “I love you” he said as he kissed my forehead.

“Can I please kiss you ?” He asked softly. “Ky, now you’re just pushing my limits” I playfully warned. “Just one” he pouted. “Ugh fine” I sighed. He cupped my cheeks as he softly placed his lips on mine. “That’s it for the day” I smiled as I started to walk away. “How about one more ?” He pouted as he trailed behind me. “No Kyky” I laughed as I started running away. “(Y/N)” he whined.

[wethotcrazy]

SYMPATHY IS A KNIFE (iv)

pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Fem! Driver! Reader

word count: 1865

part 4 this has some very minor mentions of body image stuff if you dont like it you could just skip over it ://

part i part ii part iii

Yn’s arrival in Monza carried a sense of self that had been slowly rebuilding all season. She moved with renewed confidence through the paddock, her head held high, embodying the fierce passion and easy-going charm that had once captivated fans in her junior days. Here, under the electric atmosphere of Italy’s temple of speed, she felt herself settling in, embracing the spotlight rather than shrinking from it.

Press day buzzed around her, a mix of genuine questions and the probing kind that often skirted on invasive. She answered with a cool, unwavering smile, handling questions about her race performance and strategy with ease. But some journalists were still hung up on the idea of her supposed transformation, finding subtle ways to question her ambition and intensity.

A reporter cut through the murmur with a pointed question: “Yn, some fans feel you’ve changed since moving into Formula 1. They say your intensity now is… well, a bit harsh compared to your easy-going reputation before. What do you think about that?”

Yn took a measured breath, holding the reporter’s gaze. “I think everyone grows and adapts,” she replied, her tone steady. “I’ve had to become tougher—this is Formula 1. You don’t get to this level by staying exactly the same.” She smiled, tilting her head slightly, knowing her response might surprise them. “But I’m still me. Maybe they just don’t know the whole me yet.”

Inside, however, Yn felt the familiar weight of their criticisms. Headlines seemed to dissect her appearance as much as her performance. She’s always known what it felt like to be looked at but not seen, to feel reduced to surface-level perceptions. Later in the garage, she scrolled through social media, seeing how her every move was scrutinized, with articles speculating on her appearance and attitude. A headline caught her eye, dissecting how she looked and speculating on her dedication. It stung, yet Yn brushed it off as best as she could, knowing what mattered most were the hours she put in, the passion and drive that defined her journey.

During a break, she slipped outside for a moment, breathing in the cool air and finding a rare sense of calm. Standing by the paddock entrance, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Yuki, with a comforting grin, extended a cup of coffee toward her.

“All good?” he asked, his eyes bright with the same familiar warmth she’d come to count on.

She chuckled, taking the coffee. “Am I that transparent?”

He shook his head, nudging her gently. “No, you’re strong as hell. Just don’t forget that,” he replied.

Yn smiled down at the coffee, grateful for Yuki’s support. In Monza, she felt a freedom that hadn’t been there for a long time—permission to be herself without apology, knowing she had someone in her corner.

The weekend drew out a renewed side of her, and fans were quick to notice her lighthearted interactions with Yuki. TikTok and Instagram filled with reels and montages of the two sharing inside jokes, quiet encouragements, and lingering glances. Their connection sparked countless posts:

@GridGoddess: If Yn has a #1 fan, it’s Yuki for sure 🥹 #YukiYn

@RaceRomantics: The way they just… get each other? God when will it be my turn?!

@PitStopParadise: Can’t believe people judge her she’s literally my GOAT.

Amid the noise of judgment, Yn also felt a quiet source of strength growing, both from Yuki’s presence and her newfound resilience. She realized that her journey wasn’t for validation from fans or critics, but for herself.

That night, she and Yuki found a quiet corner at a small Monza restaurant, sharing stories over dinner as if it were just them against the world. When a few photos of them laughing surfaced online, fans noticed the quiet bond between them—an understanding that went beyond words. She deserves someone like Yuki, a fan tweeted, someone who’s her equal on and off the track.

With race day approaching, Yn’s focus intensified. Every lap around the circuit, every second shaved off her time, felt like her own triumph, undiluted by headlines or opinions. As she put on her helmet before practice the next day, she caught Yuki’s eye, and he gave her a confident nod.

Race day in Monza held a restless energy in the air, heightened by the sharp roar of engines and the flash of flags. Yn felt a pulse of determination beating through her, gripping the wheel with an intensity she hoped would carry her through the demanding laps ahead. As the lights went out, she carved her way through each corner, holding off fierce competition and securing a spot within the points. By the time she crossed the finish line, she could feel the relief of a race well-executed, even as she knew the spotlight would focus just as much on her demeanor as her results.

She made her way to the pit lane, pulling off her helmet and savoring the sounds of her team’s cheers, the satisfaction of another solid performance in the books. But as she looked around, her eyes fell on Yuki, who had also finished within the points but seemed to be reeling with adrenaline. His helmet was off, and his expression held a smirk of satisfaction that was more defiant than usual. Yn couldn’t help but laugh; she’d heard his radios during the race, the frustration and raw emotion that bled through his exchanges with his engineers. He’d been more aggressive on track than ever, pushing boundaries and holding his ground in a way she admired.

Yn walked over to him, smiling as he caught her eye. “Pushed it a bit today, huh?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Yuki shrugged, smirking in return. “Didn’t hear them complaining when it got us into the points,” he replied, unbothered. “Sometimes you have to ignore the noise and go for it.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Guess so,” she said, both of them knowing how different the reaction would be if she’d been the one shutting down her engineers with the same bite or cutting through the grid with that kind of aggression.

But as they made their way back into the paddock, social media was quick to start dissecting the race. Fans and analysts alike noted the sharpness in Yuki’s demeanor over the radio, his unabashed intensity on the track. Comments trickled in about his fierceness:

@F1Hearted: “Yuki’s intensity out there—exactly what we need. He was just defending his position like a champ.”

@GridGoddess: “Seeing Yuki hold his ground? No one could say he wasn’t going all-in today.”

@RaceForGlory: “Yuki letting out some heat on the radio… we love a driver who knows what he wants.”

But alongside these supportive voices, Yn saw a few familiar phrases creeping into her feed—posts from those who’d noticed the contrast. No one was labeling Yuki’s behavior as “too much” or “emotional.” No one was implying he lacked the control to handle the pressure. The familiar double standard sat in the back of her mind like a shadow, a reminder of how different things could look when she was the one showing that level of intensity.

@F1RaceQueen: “Funny how when Yuki goes full throttle, it’s ‘passion,’ but when Yn does it, they can’t wait to call her ‘too emotional’ or ‘out of control.’”

@EqualSpeed: “Imagine if Yn spoke to her engineers like that? Guarantee they’d be all over it in the media by now.”

@PitStopPrincess: “Yuki’s aggression: ‘Driven.’ Yn’s aggression: ‘Emotional.’ When are we gonna let her race with the same freedom?”

Yn didn’t need these comments to tell her what she already knew. She’d felt the double standard for years—how her every move, every calculated risk, came under scrutiny, analyzed and picked apart with an intensity that often felt like it wasn’t even about her driving at all. Sympathy’s a knife when they only want to use it to cut you down, she thought. Yet somehow, her every success only sharpened the blade.

Later, she found Yuki relaxing in the hospitality tent, still carrying that sense of accomplishment despite the edgy drive. She joined him, pulling out a chair and watching as he glanced over, eyes glinting with amusement.

“So… intense race today?” she asked, unable to hide a grin.

“Had to be,” he replied, shrugging. “They’ll get over it. We’re here to drive, not win any popularity contests, right?”

She smiled, but her gaze softened. “If only it were that easy. Sometimes it feels like we’re driving two different races, you know? You can go out there, push the limits, and they see it for what it is. For me… they don’t just want to watch me drive…”

Yuki’s face fell for a moment, and he gave her a sympathetic nod. “Trust me, I see it too. It’s messed up… the things they say about you, about how you handle yourself.” He sighed, crossing his arms. 

She took a breath, “I’m learning to tune it out. Most of the time, anyway.” She glanced up at him, managing a small smile. “But thanks for seeing it.”

Yn would be lying if she said that she wasn’t even just a little bit jealous of the other drivers on the grid. Sure, they too got their fair share of criticisms, but they were also afforded a lot more freedom than she was. They could push boundaries, show frustration, and even make mistakes without it being dissected into a commentary on their character or capability. They weren’t labeled as “emotional” or “out of control” for a bit of aggression or a curt radio message. Instead, their passion was seen as intensity, their mistakes as just a part of the game.

She knew it was because they were men, that their presence on the grid was never questioned, never viewed as something “out of place.” No one saw their outbursts as a threat or their ambition as too much to handle. They were allowed to be fierce, even volatile, because it was accepted as part of what made them great competitors. Meanwhile, she had to fight not only for her results but for the right to be seen as a competitor at all—without every emotion or misstep being judged under a microscope.

Sometimes she wished she had that same freedom to just drive, to let herself be ruthless without second-guessing every reaction, wondering how it would be spun or if it would become a talking point. She wanted the same unspoken allowance to be aggressive, to be a risk-taker, without it being a commentary on her “femininity” or a challenge to her professionalism. But instead, she had to keep a tight hold on every word, every expression, every surge of frustration, because the world was waiting, eager to box her in or define her by anything other than her skill.

The jealousy wasn’t rooted in resentment toward her fellow drivers but in a longing to be given the same space to race freely, to know that her drive, her ambition, her mistakes, and her success could simply be hers. And as she watched the other drivers on the grid, it became clear: she wanted nothing more than to be seen as one of them, an equal, no qualifiers attached.

[bones4thecats]

Hello! I hope I'm not going against your requesting rules but may I request Vil (Twisted Wonderland) x afab reader (with they/them pronouns)? and may it be angst?

the idea is simply vil and reader were dating, reader fell out of love and vil is just upset about it to the point he takes to social media and makes his fans go on readers magicam and hate reader out of spite? which leads to reader slapping vil in front of everyone while arguing and officially hating vil after that?

sorry if this is too specific or anything! have a lovely day!!

A/N: This was such a sad request! Imagining this happening made me want to cry. I also made the reader best friends with the Octavinelle trio for some reason, idk. Now, enjoy and try not to cry!

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👑 This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening!

👑 You wanted to break up with him?! You’ve gotta be kidding me!

“ Apologies, my dear, I don’t believe I heard you right. “ “ I’m breaking up with you. I’m sorry, I just, I don’t love you anymore… ” “ Get out. “ “ Vil, please- “ “ Get the hell out! “

👑 He was so upset about this, you were one of the only things he had ever loved outside of work and his family

👑 And in his fit of anger and depression, he posted something he would later regret so much

👑 Giving himself the voice he wanted, he posted about how you had betrayed him and probably had another man lined up for the picking, in which you blocked him and cried in your room

👑 Your best friends, which were unfortunately for Vil, the Octavinelle trio, comforting you as you weep

👑 While they recommend for you to just sabotage something of Vil’s, you wanted to make it right and find some middle ground

👑 But he just couldn’t put his vanity behind himself for a few minutes

👑 Cursing you out in his native tongue of German, you understood that it was beyond words

👑 So you slapped him

👑 You slapped Vil, but he wasn’t Vil to you anymore, he wasn’t even Vil Schoenheit, he was nothing

👑 He looked at you as tears streamed down you face and Azul hugged you, making sure you were okay as Jade and Floyd glared at the third-year

👑 Vil had gone way to far, he had pushed you past any kind of healing when you sent that slap his way

👑 Oh sweet seven, what has he done?