#I just wanna schedule a drivers test

[inspiredwriterstory]

I fucking hate the DMV. No hate to the workers, they're just trying to make the best out of a bad situation, but the system is fucked up.

[blorbocedes]

honestly something that isn't leaving my mind r the amount of jokes and digs at the expense of Nico just from this gp alone like there's one thing to take a light-hearted dig every once in a while but the outright disrespect (disguised as jokes or not) Nico has gotten from the grid/journalists/commentators during his time as a driver and afterwards even up to this day is insane. He's better than me fr cause at this point I would've commited a murder

sky commentators are reliant on playing nice with the FIA/Liberty for their jobs. they can't be critical of any aspect that can threaten their job security

Nico is a world champion, infinitely rich, does not rely on that paycheck. That's why he straight up said today the FIA should've gotten the safety car way earlier instead of double yellows. He corrects Crofty multiple times when he's wrong. Actual members of the grid respect Nico and can be pulled in for a quick comment (Todt, Bono) when they'd ignore Kravitz. And he's a world champion who won in the last decade, who knows wheel, and when put to the test vastly outclasses the rest of them. So the clique of commentators don't really fuck with him, and keeping trying to needle him to talk about brocedes/silver war/mind games and fights. Sky also probably pays more to retain him for it to be worth his while

he's strutting in his 2k LV jacket, the passive aggressiveness slides off him, and this gig is a hobby that he chooses his incredibly lax schedule of which handful of races to commentate. He's only here cause he loves the sport, he doesn't wanna go get dinner with Crofty and Hill.

[agentstarkid]

FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON ✦ DR3

✦ DEBRIEF: While isolating in a hotel room, some things can't be ignored any more and, as stars fade in the dawn's light, some bonds were meant to be broken, like whispers carried away by the desert wind.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ CHECKERED FLAG: 4.3K words

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, established relationship, lots of angst, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, there's a nine-year age gap, forced proximity (if you squint), language.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: holis babes! before you all come for me with your pitchforks, I'd like to remind you that english is not my first language so I wanna give a big biiig thank you to Tally (@onceuponaoneshotfanfic) for englishing this baby and for encouraging me to write it when I told her I was thinking about it ❤️ I actually wrote this back in october and I can finally post it!! It is tied to Saudade, if you want more context to their story. This is not the end, okay?... or is it? hehe byeee

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Wednesday, just a day before his scheduled morning session, the symptoms began to show. They knew from the moment he started to complain about his body aching all over. The uncertainty and concern were present from the first moment, intensifying when, as a precaution, he underwent several medical tests to verify whether he suffered from Covid or not. However, the first test came back negative. It was a breath of relief, at least for a moment. But on Friday afternoon the alarms went off, and the Aussie driver's negative became a terrifying positive that further disrupted the false peace that they had tried so hard to preserve in recent weeks.

Practice for the opening race was scheduled for the following Friday, and having to isolate in accordance with local regulations meant that Daniel would go into the new season without having driven the car since last month.

Locked away from the outside world, tension brewed within the confines of a hotel room. This forced proximity only served to accentuate the strains that had long been present. The fraying edges of your relationship were now illuminated under the harsh fluorescent lights, magnified by the claustrophobic confinement of quarantine.

You entered the bedroom and found him lying on the bed, wearing a navy shirt and a pair of sweats, his feet locked at the ankles and his attention focused on his phone.

“How are you feeling?”

“’m fine,” he sighed.

“Do you need anything?” you tried again.

“Nope.”

You went to lay down on your side of the bed. “Heard Lando had problems with the car today.”

“Seems the car is even shittier than last year.” He let out a dry laugh. “But I wouldn’t know because I’m stuck in this fucking hotel room for the rest of the week.”

“Look on the bright side, you’ve got a couple of extra days to relax before the craziness of the season begins.” You gave a half shrug.

“Wouldn’t exactly call this relaxing. But you wouldn’t understand.”

“What does that mean? I know how you’re feeling-”

He shook his head and huffed, dropping his phone on the bed. “No, that’s the thing. You don’t know, sweetheart. How would you know? You didn’t get a fucking positive result and was forced to stay inside these walls, watching how everyone else gets the chance to freely try out their cars before they really have to focus on the season. You’re only stuck here as a precaution. It’s funny, you know…” He snorted. “You’ve been traveling a lot lately. And it’s been fine in the meantime. But as soon as you get here—”

“Are you saying that all of this is my fault?” The tension in the room was palpable as the argument raged on.

He rubbed his forehead as he looked up at the ceiling. He wouldn't even look at you — and somehow that annoyed you even more.

“Oh, I’m sorry for not being considerate enough to also get sick, it’s not like I can actually control that. But that might be my fucking fault, too. I’m too fucking busy being worried about your health. My bad.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your beating heart. You turned back over to face away from him.

You felt so tired and hurt. In the last few days, these walls have felt like a battleground, waiting for you to engage in combat. And all you keep doing is try to stand tall pretending to be the bravest soldier.

It all began with the relentless hate that had been heaped upon you recently. At first, it was fine, it was expected, and you would laugh about the things they were saying. You must have been blinded by the honeymoon phase, as some people call it, but all things must come to an end. Lately, Daniel's devoted fans had turned into a fierce mob, outraged and blaming you for his performance last year, saying it was all the time he's been spending with you instead of focusing on his career. The hateful comments and messages had started to poison the relationship.

You guessed that it was easier when you were the only target. It was bearable to an extent; you could take it. Wasn't the first time it happened, and you supposed it was all part of the “big show”. But once they started targeting him too – things took a 180-degree turn.

Daniel and you had been inseparable for two years, celebrating your anniversary not too long ago. Now, you both lay silently in your hotel room; the once fiery love now reduced to smoldering embers.

He sighed and turned his head in your direction. “Babe, I—”

“It’s okay.” You mumbled squeezing your eyes shut, trying to keep in the tears that threatened to fall. “Goodnight.”

He covered his eyes with his hands; he didn’t mean to snap at you like that. He could hear you taking deep breaths, and something in his chest felt heavy. This need to bicker, to fight with you had been present for a few weeks, but lately had reached an all-time high.

The 2021 Formula 1 season had brought with it a surge of emotions that Daniel hadn't anticipated. As he settled into his new role with McLaren, the pressure to prove he was the more experienced driver in his first year with the team weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Every race was a chance to show the world that he still had what it took to compete at the highest level of motorsport. The expectations were high, and the scrutiny was relentless. Fans, the media, and fellow drivers all wondered if the Honey Badger could return to his former glory.

The season brought a mix of highs and lows. The highlight, undoubtedly, was the victory in Monza. It was a moment that should have been celebrated longer as a triumph for both Daniel and McLaren. However, amidst the jubilation, there was a bitter undercurrent of frustration. It seemed that the team's focus was already shifting to the next race, their first win in 12 years overshadowed by the relentless march of time.

Daniel's frustration grew as he watched the spotlight turn away from Monza's victory. He yearned for the recognition, the culmination of a year of hard work and perseverance. But as the season continued, the pressure only increased. The wins were non-existent, and the losses weighed heavily on him, each one gnawing at his confidence.

The expectations for the coming season were higher than ever. He knew that he had to perform at his best to silence the critics and prove that he still had that competitive edge. The weight of those expectations seemed to hang over him, a constant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

Each race weekend would become a test, a chance to prove himself once again. The roar of the engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the pressure of the competition were all part of the Formula 1 world that he loved, but they also added to the mounting stress.

You couldn’t sleep at all.

Sleep evaded you that night. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to fix the fractured parts of the relationship. Where did it go wrong? The question replayed over and over again like a broken record.

You stretched your arm to grab your phone from the nightstand and check the time.

2:30 A.M. Just a little bit less than 4 hours until the sun would come out. And 5 more days until you both would be free to leave this room.

You stood up from the bed and went to Daniel’s bedside table to look for the fingertip pulse oximeter. Once you found it, you knelt down and took his hand, careful not to wake him, and placed the oximeter on the tip of his index finger. After a few seconds of waiting for the values to remain constant, you sighed with relief when a big 98 appeared under the oxygen saturation. Thankfully, his symptoms were not of great concern, and he showed constant improvements. But you didn’t want to risk it, so every few hours you made sure to check his vitals just so you could have a little peace of mind. Especially when he was sleeping.

You couldn’t help but look at him for a moment. He looked to be in a profound state of sleep, so calm and so beautiful. His features, usually animated and lively, rested in a serene calm. You observed the rise and fall of his chest, the tranquil expressions that danced across his face, and the gentle harmony of his breathing. In these hushed moments, it was like nothing had changed, where you were still you and he was still the same Daniel that promised you that you were a team.

As you gazed upon him, your heart was a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the undeniable warmth and affection that comes from witnessing his vulnerability in slumber. Yet, a touch of sadness lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the unresolved tension from the previous fight. The serenity of his sleep served as a poignant backdrop to your disagreements, and you desperately longed for the chance to mend the rift and return to the peace you once shared.

It didn’t take long for the tears to appear again and you couldn’t help but curse being so sensitive. You stood up; you knew that going back to bed was useless, so you headed out of the room. You ended up curled up on the couch in the dark living room of your hotel room, the soft glow of your phone screen casting a bright light on your tear-streaked face. You debated whether calling one of the girls or just text them in need of letting all this helplessness out. But you didn't want to bother them with your problems, you knew they already had enough with their owns. So, you gave up on the idea.

Your relationship with Daniel had been a whirlwind of love and excitement, a passionate journey that had weathered ups and downs, but always coming out stronger on the other side. Now, you weren’t so sure you would come out of this unscathed.

Was it time to let it go? You couldn’t help but wonder. You weren’t new to this predicament. It happened before with your last relationship. But with Harry, the revelation that it was over came naturally and gently. You both were on the same page and knew it was inevitable. But with Daniel, your heart told you to continue, begged you to keep fighting while your mind was sending out warning signals that you chose to completely ignore.

The bright Bahraini sun shone through the big windows when Daniel, out of habit, rolled over to pull your body closer and instead felt the coldness of the sheets on your side of the bed. He opened his eyes and searched around the room. The bathroom door was open, and the lights were off, so you couldn’t be there. He stood up and left the room, yawning. He found you in the same place you ended up last night, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest.

The dark bags under your eyes were more prominent this morning. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of you. He got closer and leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead and felt you stir for a moment before slowly opening your eyes. You rubbed your eyes before looking up at him silently.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said in a sleepy voice.

“What are you doing here?” he yawned, taking a seat on the couch as you moved back to give him space.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied in a muted voice, eyes downcast, fiddling with your fingernails.

And that was the routine after an argument: fight. One of you would try to walk away to calm down (most of the time it was you). Pretend nothing happened and go back to normal – well, whatever normal meant these days. Repeat.

A heavy silence settled between you. He leaned back on the couch, just staring at your face. He knew he should say something. Apologize even. But the words refused to come out. Meanwhile, thoughts swirled in your mind, doubts that had been lingering for a while now. Was it all in your head? Had you been the problem all along?

No.

As the seconds ticked by, the fog began to lift, and with it came a newfound clarity. It wasn't all in your head, and you weren't the sole problem. You had believed for so long it was your responsibility to make things right, to hold everything together. But it had been a shared responsibility, a partnership that had eroded in different ways.

Yes. You had both contributed to this.

You had underestimated the significance of his actions, his choices, and his words. In the process of taking all the blame, you had overlooked how he had let things slip away, how he had failed to communicate, and how he had allowed the distance to grow. You realized that it was a two-way street, and while you had been quick to accept responsibility for your part, it was time for both of you to acknowledge your roles in your shared demise.

Something within you was stirring, a growing realization that you couldn't keep shouldering the blame for everything. It wasn't fair to you, nor was it the path to a healthy and equal relationship.

"I can't do this anymore, Daniel," you murmured, your eyes brimming with sadness.

"No, no no— no we're not doing this—"

“Amor, please,” you pleaded in a whisper. Tears welled up in your eyes, but your resolve held firm. “We've been arguing about everything lately. All of this is hurting us. Your fans—”

Daniel's heart ached, but he lashed out in defense. “You know it's not that simple! I can't control what my fans say—”

Your irritation boiled over. "But you can defend me, Daniel! You can stand up for us!”

Frustration welled up in Daniel, his voice growing sharper. "I'm trying to protect what's left of my career, YN! Last season was awful for me, apart from one win, which was insignificant, apparently. I've got my own fucking problems!” He stood up forcefully and started to pace around the room.

Your anger flared and big angry tears streamed down your face. “You think it's only your career that's on the line? What about us? We're supposed to be a team, supporting each other. ‘Us against everything else’, remember? But you're making it all about you!” you screamed at him, standing up from where you were previously sitting.

He suddenly stopped in front of you. “You're too young and naive to understand the pressure I'm under. It's not just about us. It's about my career, it’s about my life! And that’s very rich coming from you,” he scoffed. “What about your fans, huh? The hate I'm getting from them and other people, it's taking a fucking toll!” he hissed. You stared at him, feeling shocked by his words. He kept going. “And let’s not forget how fucking clingy you’ve been. You suffocate me sometimes. Must be nice to have a job where you can just drop everything anytime you want and take paid vacations to follow me around.”

His words left you feeling as though the ground had been yanked from beneath your feet.

You're too young and naive. How fucking clingy you’ve been — You suffocate me sometimes. His words echoed incessantly in your mind like a stuck playback.

When did the insecurities shared transform into arrows, aimed at your most profound wounds?

You snapped, “You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. And I warned you. I gave you an out so many times, but you decided to stay.” A bitter laugh left your mouth. “You said I was the greatest risk you’ve ever taken and the greatest reward—”

“And I did think that, YN,” he uttered. “We lived inside a bubble for so long, but reality is different. Maybe we rushed into this too soon.”

“Come on, bury my heart deeper, Danielito. If that's what you're trying to do— it's working,” you said with a pained smile, eyes only focused on him.

The room seemed to grow colder, and your voices decreased in volume. But the damage had been done. Daniel realized the pain his words had caused, but his own frustration clouded his judgment. “This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it,” he muttered bitterly.

“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is,” you agonized; your voice was shaky. Invisible claws of grief and anguish were tearing at the muscles and tendons in your chest. You never knew that emotions could possess such tangible, physical presence.

“If only we had met on different grounds. Then maybe things would have been different, we would be different.”

You couldn't help but add more fuel to the fire. You lacked the capacity for a graceful exit, and if you were aflame, you'd ensure that he, too, would turn to ashes. “Do you mean what if I was different?” A new wave of anger swept over you.

That question caught him off guard, forcing Daniel to pause and stare at you, honest surprise and confusion coloring his face. “What?”

Your voice trembled with a mix of frustration and hurt as you confronted him. “Heidi's constant presence in the paddock these past few months, the way you've been talking to her, and how people are speculating about you two... It's causing me to doubt myself and my place in your life.”

Daniel's brows furrowed, and his voice carried irritation. “YN, this is ridiculous. Heidi is just a friend. We've been through this countless times.”

You inched forward as you tried to make him understand. “I know she's your friend, but the way you've been spending time with her lately... it's different. I can't shake off the feeling that there might be something more.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. “You're being crazy, YN. We're just friends, and it's unfair of you to accuse me, and especially her, like this.” In a further defensive move, he shot back, “You're the one who had those cheating rumors circulating, not me. You should know how destructive and unfounded these accusations can be. And now, you're doing the same thing with Heidi?”

It felt like a hard punch to your gut, you took in a sharp breath, “So, you're bringing this up again? We already cleared the air about those false accusations when they hit us. I would never dare cheat on you!” Your frustration was palpable.

“And why is it so fucking hard to believe I wouldn’t either?” Suddenly, you could clearly see how sadness clouded his features.

The room seemed to close in around you both. Then, all of a sudden, you realized that healing from this and moving forward required a level of understanding and compassion that seemed beyond reach in the heat of this argument.

In that moment, you knew for certain that it was over. The love you had once celebrated, the memories you had shared, now felt like distant echoes of a happier time.

How did you both allow things to spiral into such chaos? This living room had transformed into a battleground, where words cut like knives. Where were the Daniel and YN who were deeply in love? The ones who, for the first time, felt safe to be vulnerable and discuss a future they had envisioned together; one with a couple of tiny little feet running around the farm in a couple of years and joking about how wild a perfect mix of Australian and Latino genes would be. Now, you stood face to face, unrecognizable, refusing to show any sign of surrender.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

It wasn’t supposed to end at all.

The silence in the room was suffocating. All the energy and adrenaline left your body at once. You felt emotionally drained, as though a storm had swept through your heart and left it battered and exhausted.

You took a sit back on the couch and ran your hands across your face, squeezing your eyes shut. “We can't go on like this.”

So, this is it, Daniel thought. Dread twisted in his gut; he felt like he might throw up. His shoulders slumped and he raked his fingers through his hair as he took a seat next to you. The vulnerability in your words cut him deeply, but he understood the gravity of the situation. "You're right," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. “We tried, didn’t we? We gave it our best shot” a sad smile adorned his tired face. “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” he murmured as tears shone in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, too. I wanted to make it work. I always just wanted to be the one.” Your heart seemed to shatter into even smaller fragments. As you wiped away a single tear that trickled down your cheek, the physical act of brushing it away only served to accentuate the profound pain that had settled within your chest. It felt as though each tear carried with it a piece of your shattered dreams and the love that was now slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. In that fleeting moment, your heartache intensified, and you realized that this breakup was leaving you more broken than you had ever thought possible.

As the final words echoed in the room, you, your tears spent, turned and walked out into the bedroom, leaving Daniel alone with the weight of what had just transpired.

As soon as you left the room, you locked yourself in the bathroom and texted Blake. You asked him if there was any chance, he could talk to the hotel so you could get another room for the remaining time you had to be in quarantine. The request took him by complete surprise, and you explained shortly that Daniel and you had just broken up.

He assured you he was going to do everything in his power to get you a new room. You were sure that as soon as you hung up the phone, he was already texting Daniel asking for a better explanation.

As you sat on the bathroom floor, the pain was all-encompassing, a relentless throb deep within your chest that left you gasping for air. It felt as though a gaping void had taken up residence in your heart, and you weren’t sure how to fill it.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Numbness had started to settle in. A surreal feeling that this couldn't be real, that you would wake up from this nightmare at any moment. You wished that a switch would flip and make it all go away, but the pain persisted.

Bitterness and anger boiled within you. You felt wronged by the universe, by the cruel twist of fate that had torn you both apart. You resented the public scrutiny, the relentless judgment from fans and strangers alike, and the demands of your high-profile careers.

You felt unbearably alone. You longed for Daniel’s presence, for the familiar comfort of his arms, but he was no longer yours to hold. Your heart ached for the man you thought, for a short period, you would spend the rest of your life with, even though you knew that was no longer possible. The pain of heartbreak was, for you, an agonizing and inescapable reality, and you had yet to discover how to heal and move forward.

Turns out Blake went beyond of what you initially asked for. He arranged for you to take the PCR test again to confirm that you had not contracted the virus while sharing a room with Daniel.

After two slow and torturous days, where you spent your time curled up on the couch and Daniel spent his in the bedroom — a decision you made, he was the sick one after all. After two consecutive negative results, you were given the green light to leave. You had already packed your things after your call with Blake a few days ago, hoping you could change rooms. He had asked you if you needed anything else, saying he was willing to facilitate everything for you. He saw you as a fundamental part of this little dysfunctional family and had developed a deep affection for you. You couldn’t thank him enough.

Soon you had a plane waiting to take you back to L.A., to a house, not a home, all alone. You were leaving behind what you've come to realize was your home in the last two years.

You awkwardly said goodbye to Daniel. Your voice sounded tired, while he shifted on his feet on the threshold of the bedroom door. Curls wild, beard a bit longer than the past days and the bags under his eyes looked even more prominent. Despite the visible signs of weariness on both of you, you still couldn't draw any solace from the shared pain.

You knew you had to find your own path, to heal from these wounds, and to rediscover who you were outside of the relationship. As the plane took off, you made a silent promise to yourself to emerge from this ordeal stronger, wiser, and ready to face the world, no matter how unforgiving it might be.

[chussyracing]

fresh batch of f1 news and info from the past few days

(side note: i didn't have time to catch up with my fave gossipers so it's just news that made it to media outlets)

Red Bull confirmed they will be paying off Verstappen's fees (and that is a massive amount of money with how many points he scored in 2023)

F2 and F3 drivers may face consequences for purposefully caused red flag in qualifying from 2024 on - it's testing of the new rule which could be later introduced in F1 if it turns out to be decent addition

People from Guiness world record book came to give MCL staff the official certificate for their fastest F1 pit stop ever

Mercedes is in legal exchange with fia (they can sue them for damaged reputation)

Abbi Pulling will continue in F1 Academy with Alpine (she will drive for Rodin Carlin)

Fia gala next yeah will be in Rwanda

there are some rumours about Ferrari livery release date for 2024 being 13th Feb

Este is planning a French civil war for 2024 in the team, because he thinks he has been too nice this year (it will be so much fun)

Gasly said in some Frnch interview that it's not just Alpine where drivers aren't friends and to look at others like Ferrari (lol)

Verstappen is planning to leave F1 in 10 years time at latest (nobody keeps you here king feel free to leave NOW)

Bruno Famin will continue as Alpine's team principal unless he is asked to leave

FIA is considering proposing a standardized floor plank for 2026 onwards

There is a discussion between F1 and FIA about race cap for team workers besides drivers which could be 20 races (meaning no worker could do more than 20 races in a single season)

Ferrari strenghten the partnership with Vista in WEC to introduce Vista AF Corse line up with two Ferrari cars in LMGT3

Alpha Tauri will use pull-rod suspension like Red Bull from 2024 onwards

Pourchaire will drive for Impul in Japanese Super Formula in 2024

FIA partnered with International Esports Federation to fight online abuse which is one of Ben Sulayem's main agenda points

Some FTX cryptocurrency users want to sue Mercedes for promoting a company that went bankrupt (not just Mercedes too but also Brady, Ronaldo, MLB etc.)

Also if you wanna laugh look up the mess of fia gala altogether (the scheduled interviews where only Lewis sat down for, the Lewis trophy saga, Ben Sulayem asked if he supports Ferrari in Le Mans or something and his weird ass response)

Callum Illot will be racing for Team Jota in WEC in 2024

And from fan point of view someone tell me why is Lando cancelled this time (something about onlyfans during his twitch stream and liking single women's posts on instagram?), watch the new c2 challenge (I have 0 expectations but Charles is supposed to giggle a lot there so it can only be a positive surprise) and you can now vote for your overtake of the year

[vro0m]

[wanna preface this by saying this is NOT a conspiracy ask. it's not accusing ANYONE of ANYTHING, not even allegedly]

anyways

seeing as this is a professional sport - and I'm sure it's a mess in the lower classes on this aspect - have you (or anyone reading this with actual knowledge about it) thought about how spread drug use (eg. PEDs etc) is.

like for one these guys have to be tippy top shape almost all-year round these days, so I'm sure more harmless stuff is involved.

but also seeing how ON these guys have to be, if PEDs are involved, it has to be a balancing game. cause you *need* to have your wits about you almost the entire time, so anything too crazy would be more of a hindrance than help at the end of the day.

(as far as I know there hasn't ever been a public scandal about PEDs in F1? I know of at least one in motogp for example)

I have been sitting on these thoughts for years atp lol so just wanted to get some conversation - that I hope is not derailed - out there

I feel like that's gonna be a disappointingly short answer for you but : there's frequent scheduled and random drug tests on and off season in F1 in accordance with the World Anti Doping Agency standards.

There's no doping scandals because there's no doping. No active driver has ever tested positive for any substance in the history of F1.

(however there's supposedly widespread use of painkillers and stimulants amongst mechanics especially, getting worse due to the longer calendar and sprint races etc.)

(I also don't know when they started doing drug testing so I can't say about past eras)

[variantia]

BELLUM. update : I still do not have my driver's license :c

however ! progress ! I (just barely lmao) passed the driving portion of the test, and in order to get my license, I have to now just pass the maneuverability portion within 60 days ... but if I do something that's an automatic fail for the driving on the way to the maneuverability course, I'll have to retake that part, and if I fail the maneuverability again, I'll have to retake the entire test

and I had to retake the test for my permit and get a new permit, bc the one I had runs out on the 6th and there was no way I'd be able to schedule to retake the maneuverability before it ran out (there goes another $25 ... sigh)

so like ... I'm not HAPPY, but I'm also not as upset as I was the previous two times I did this

I still feel like kind of a loser being 30 years old and struggling to get my driver's license, but I am NOT going to have to get my permit again ! even if I have to take this damn test every week for the next year, I WILL GET MY LICENSE BEFORE MY PERMIT EXPIRES THIS TIME !!!

prolly gonna game for a bit but I wanna try to do a few things here (and cook another dish to fill out my meal prep this week ; I ended up doing green bean and pan-fried Spam 'casserole' with fried onions last night, so will probably cook the peanut butter chicken pasta tonight)

thank u to everyone who is giving me support and being patient with me !! it means a lot !

(if u sent me an ask or IM message, please know that I have seen it and I'm not ignoring u, my brain is just a big silly and I'll reply to u soon !! iluuuuuu <3)

[elisysd]

8. I climbed the tree to see the world when the gusts came around to blow me down

Summary : Kyle Dawson would never be more than a childhood crush to Romy Schumacher and she had made her peace with that fact a long time ago. But when a drunken night leads her waking up next to him, new and old feelings come back to the surface and what started as a mistake quickly becomes an habit. Even if she swore to herself that she would never fall again for the world champion, her heart has other plans. After all, the heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.

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Chapter soundtrack: To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra ft Patrick Watson

White walls. White medical coats running around. White and cold floor. A bright sun outside. It was definitely not where he expected to spend his break between two races. But he promised Romy to go and visit a specialist and here he was, waiting for his turn in a medical center. When the nurse finally called him, he felt anxiety rushing through him but swallowed it down and followed her to the doctor’s office. He shook the man’s hand and sat down, looking around him and feeling like a kid lost in a crowd.

“What can I do for you, Mister Dawson?”

“I… well… I would need a little eyesight test. My vision gets blurry from time to time. It’s probably nothing, just the stress and the exhaustion but… I’m a racing driver, I need to be at two hundred percent every weekend and I just wanna make sure I’m okay.”

 “Headaches?”

“Yeah sometimes. They don’t last long.”

“Black dots? Feeling like your peripheral vision lowers?”

“I don’t think so… It’s always very short, I don’t have time to analyze what is happening to me most of the time.”

“Okay. We are going to run some tests.”

He did exactly what the doctor told him to do, seriously and without complaining once. It lasted a few more minutes before he was sent back to the waiting room before the results. He didn’t know how to feel or what it was going to be, he just hoped it was nothing bad. If he had to wear glasses he didn’t mind it as long as he could wear contacts. His mind was running full speed and he felt his throat dryer than usual. To occupy himself, he took his phone out and scrolled down through his text messages. Not a lot of people knew about his appointment. Only Ethan, Ludwig and Romy. His best friends only knew the basics. He was doing some check ups to make sure everything was alright. He had not really told them about what was going on. Romy, on the other hand, knew a bit more, she had been there when he made the call to schedule an appointment. Maybe she would like to know how it was going. And he could use talking to someone. Ethan had too much on his plate to be bothered and Ludwig was probably still asleep. Never would he be up in the middle of the morning if he had the choice. Romy was home to Switzerland, resting with her family. He wasn’t sure he wanted to bother her. He didn’t want to be a burden to her as well. They were close, something had shifted since she had confided in him about her past and since she had seen him this down.

I’m at the doctor. I’m scared as hell.

He deleted it. Rewrote it a second time.

I’m at the doctor. Wish you could be there.

Too much.

I’m at the doctor.

Too forward.

Hey.

Stupid thing to send.

He sighed and locked his phone. He didn’t know what to say without being awkward. And making a fool of himself was not on his to do list today. When finally the nurse came back and told him his results were ready, he felt another rush of anxiety going through him. He walked the same path as he had walked earlier and sat on the same plastic chair as previously.

“So mister Dawson… your results came back,” the doctor started.

“They are good, right?”

“That’s the thing. We are not sure. We need to run complementary tests before giving you any diagnosis.”

“What are you thinking about?” Kyle asked carefully.

“We don’t know right now. That’s why I wrote this letter to give to the hospital. You can see my secretary at the reception so she can book the appointment.”

Coming out of there, he felt like he was floating and not in a good way. He was walking automatically, like in a second world. He thought it would only be a routine appointment, that it would be over in no time and instead of that, he had to go to the hospital to run more tests. It couldn’t be a good sign.

He came back to his apartment and never the silence had bothered him this much. Usually, it was his safe place, but not today. It was too big, too bright, too empty, too silent. Too much and not enough at the same time. All the anxiety came rushing through him as he finally broke down. He was not one to cry. Not that he was ashamed or he thought that men shouldn’t cry, far from it. Over the years he had just learned to compartmentalize his emotions so he would never be overwhelmed, but today, it was all too much for him. So he called the only person that could find the words to make him feel better and who deserved to know the truth.

“Kyle? It’s unusual for you to call when you’re on a break. Missing the training?”

“I don’t feel good, Ledger. I need someone to talk to.”

Hearing how serious he sounded, his physiotherapist knew it was not going to be an easy conversation.

“You know you can tell me everything.”

And he did. He explained everything up until his medical appointment and the complementary tests that had to be run.

“I’m scared, Ledger. For the very first time in my career, I’m fucking scared. What if they find something and it handicaps my racing? What if they tell me I can’t race anymore?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Kyle. Maybe it’s just to be cautious and a preventive measure. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Are you alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Try to relax. Do some breathing exercises. Call your friends. Just don’t focus on that. When are you going to the hospital?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Don’t overthink it. Please.”

Kyle gulped and thanked Ledger. He was already feeling a little better.

It was dark outside. The only source of light coming from the stars high in the sky. Lying alone in her bed, Romy thought about the last few weeks and how much of a rollercoaster of emotions they had been. So many things had happened in the span of a few weeks that her mind was having a hard time processing everything. The biggest thing being, Julia and Ethan. She had not seen it coming. It was so sudden and unexpected that she even had her doubts about the genuineness of their relationship. She thought about her first podium of the season, how it had been even better with Kyle right next to her. Truly, the season was starting well. Audi was competitive and she was sure that with the nice upgrades and strategies she could earn her very first win. She was proud of the work accomplished during the winter. And she was also proud of Samuel, her teammate. He was doing a great job on and off the tracks, providing valuable feedback to the team but still, she wasn’t sure he was fitting totally in the team spirit. But it was only the beginning of the season, he had time to find his own place inside the team.

Her mind drifted to Kyle and the weird arrangement they had fallen into. Even if she wasn’t always leaving before the sun would rise, she was still doing it when she was feeling too much. Sometimes, looking at him when he was asleep made her heart want to jump out of her chest. She was overwhelmed with so many emotions that she felt like fleeing was sometimes her only option. But she was trying to not always do it. She enjoyed waking up next to him. More than what she wanted to. She enjoyed feeling his arm on her bare stomach and his breath down her neck. She was feeling safe there. And even if she was trying her best to not feel it, her teenage crush on him was coming back. And when the feeling was too intense, it was easier for her to act like a bitch even if she could see that it pained him. She could read it in his eyes.

But she was also remembering the pain she felt when he moved on with his life, when she saw him with his girlfriend and how she had felt her heart drop and shatter inside her chest. Despite knowing that it could happen, she had naively thought, at the time, that it wouldn’t change anything.  After all, they had grown up racing against each other, he had always acted like a protective brother with her and she thought it would never change. She had thought that he would remain the only constant of her life, the only person who would never push her aside. Especially after what she had been through, she had believed that he would be the only reliable and trusted person in her inner circle. The feeling of being a burden,  the rejection she had felt, never could she have been prepared for that. It had crushed her. Absolutely destroyed her inside. She was disposable, unimportant and now that they were close again, she was scared it would happen again. A part of her was already ready for the moment he would tell her he met someone. A gorgeous and smart and ambitious woman. Someone perfect. Someone like him. Someone she was not and never would be. He would leave her again. It was like this. She didn’t want to grow attached and yet here she was, already crying for a boy who had not broken her heart yet.

The next few days, she tried to keep her mind busy from Kyle. He had not texted her, and she had done the same. Her routine was helping her. She was proud to say that she was a pro at avoiding thinking about things that could hurt her and right now, thinking about her feelings for Kyle was hurtful. He was one of the rare people, if only the only one she had let herself be vulnerable around. She was only allowing herself to be around her family and on very rare occasions, Julia. But no one besides her family knew about the threats she had received and yet, telling Kyle was easy, natural. She had not meant to break down in his arms and a part of her was feeling guilty to have let him witness that but it had felt good. He had not questioned her, had not said anything, he simply had been there. It meant a lot. More than what she was willing to let herself want. She didn’t want to see signs where there might not be. She didn’t want to fall.

He received the call from his doctor a week before he had to leave for Singapore. He had spent his days working out and preparing on his simulator to avoid thinking about his medical exams. He had not called anyone, not even his parents or friends, always saying that he was busy which had earned him a few jokes from Ludwig and Ethan. He didn’t even tell Romy about his appointments. Didn’t even speak to her or text her, scared she would see right through him. 

And coming back between those white walls, seeing the serious look on his doctor’s face, he suddenly regretted having kept everything to himself. He expected the worst. 

“Tell me doctor, rip the bandaid off.”

“There is no easy way to say it. You have a rare version of age-related macular degeneration or AMD. It’s not supposed to affect people as young as you but it can happen. I will be honest with you, Kyle, the chances of it going to get better are slim, if not non-existent. It will only get worse. There is a new expensive and experimental treatment based on injections that we can try. It won’t heal it, it will only delay the symptoms.”

“No. I don’t want to risk it. So, I’ll lose my sight, that’s what you’re saying, right?”

“It’s a risk. Some people end up blind, not everyone though. It’s a complicated illness that we will need to monitor closely.”

“And about my career? What does it mean?”

“You won’t lose your sight tomorrow, as I said, it’s degenerative. It will happen progressively so, for now, I think that it’s still safe. As long as you have regular tests. I’ll advise you to rest your eyes as much as you can, I'm going to prescribe glasses and sunglasses. It will help ease the symptoms. I’m sorry, I wish I had something better and more hopeful to announce to you.” 

Kyle nodded, not knowing what more he could say. It was a mess. A cruel joke. Why? Why him? He had always been careful with his health. Racing was all his life, all that mattered. And to think that it could stop? That it would stop, sooner than what he expected and because he didn’t have the choice? It was like an uppercut in the guts. His whole world was tumbling down, crashing and shattering around him, and he was alone. Completely alone.

Author's note: Those of you who already read Gold Rush knew that it was going to happen. And no matter what, it is still very painful to write. My poor baby Kyle doesn't deserve that. 🥺

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[gayszlen]

Oh hey I got tagged for a thing ty @warioigottawin:+)

OK

Fav colour: I think foresty green, but my like lifetime favorite colour is royal purple, however I've been real into pale pinks lately too...

Currently reading: OOOH ok so I was rereading Harrow along with my friend who I'm doing the cosplay with BUT I was also at her behest reading the Final Empire, book one of Mistborn (she's super into Brandon Sanderson's stuff) and now I'm onto the second book, the Well of Ascension. They've been really good so far, it's a really cool and unique fantasy world with an awesome magic system (eating different metals lets you do crazy shit) and I loooove the main characters, they start out a bit basic but especially coming into book two they gain a lot of depth and are just generally really likeable, I have had a bit of trouble keeping track of the side characters though lol, there's a couple that all melt together in my brain. Also ostensibly working on starting discworld, I'm a little bit of the way through Guards! Guards! But TLT and Mistborn have been keeping me busy (STILL need to read nona lol, I'll probably get to it before Alecto comes out lol) also I've been doing all of this with audiobooks which I still have some trouble paying attention to sometimes but it's massively easier for me these days than physical books OK LONG BIT OVER

Last song: last song I actually listened to was DUI by Estelle Allen, I unironically love it so much even though I can't drive and therefore follow through (I DID SCHEDULE A PERMIT TEST THOUGH WHOO LOOK AT ME BEING AN ADULT) anyways if you haven't heard it PLEASE please listen to it immediately (and also the whole album it's on, it's actually real good)

Last series: UHHH haven't been watching a ton of "tv" shows recently, but I just finished season 5 of game changer on dropout which was fun, and I'm now binging all three seasons of SoupRS's Gielenor Games OSRS competition gameshow, I haven't actually played old school in a bit and never very seriously but I do love those funny little guys fighting funny little monsters and flicking their funny little prayers :+)

Last movie: UHH I think the DnD movie? I personally loved it, it's not as cringe as I expected and is very accessible to anyone who's not into dnd the game or the internet dnd "fandom"

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: GOD that's hard I mean I am a pleasure seeking creature so like I do love sweet sugary stuff, but I also loooove sweet/spicy stuff, or really just all of those stuck together, although I think I'd actually go for umami over savoury. I've been practicing this scallion oil noodle recipe that is soooo good and the sauce especially is a really great blend of sweet from sugar, spicy from various stuff, and savory from the scallions (plus a lot of umami from the sesame oil and soy sauce lol) my rendition of the recipe is just a simplified/easier version of some I've seen on the internet, but I can post it if anyone's interested :3

Craving: SPONGE CAKE AND TOO SWEET ICING god I just love the texture its such a good sensory experience for me, and the flavor is just. Sugar lol so yeah. However seeing char's answer reminds me that I loooove the samosas from this one Indian place we used to order from that shut down BUT they JUST reopened under a new name and slightly different model so I need to get my mitts on some yummy yummy samosas and tamarind sauce

Tea vs coffee: TEA ez, I mostly just drink water and the occasional sodie (although I really should get an electric kettle for my room id drink way more tea) I think I've literally never had coffee and tbh I don't have much desire too, doesn't smell a way I like and I can get caffeine from sodies, someday I may grow up and get into coffee but I wanna get back to more tea first, I made this syrup with lemon balm that I really wanna try as a sweetener in a tea

Currently working on: well not a ton, got a callback from a job I was really excited about and they seemed into me but also I need a driver's license for that so. I'm starting work on a permit lol. Theoretically working on that cosplay but most of it is just gonna be ordering stuff, I might make the sword out of foam and wood though so I can bring it to cons. Also been drawing a sword for the same friend's fantasy series she's been working on, and just generally helping her brainstorm that stuff which is really fun :)

OK uhhhhhhhhhhhhh do I have to tag people? Idk, if anyone wants to do this you can just say I tagged you, and I'll give uhhh @the-gay-prometheus @potorch @bark-eater @zoentropy a ping for it lol, absolutely no pressure to do it, entirely just if you're interested ok bye :)

[orcelito]

Remembered lately that I do actually still have that fish tank for beta fish. Like a 20 ish gallon tank, plus a filter and everything, aka the PROPER way to tend to a beta fish. I miss having fish. And water snails. I wanna have more someday, I think.

But as-is, I semi-regularly go on trips to visit family that have me away from home for days or sometimes even weeks at a time. Makes it harder to deal with fish if I live alone. So I was thinking. Probably won't start keeping fish again until either I have a roommate that can feed them when I'm gone, OR I get my license and it's a lot easier to come and go more casually, so I can go down for shorter visits more often & won't end up leaving fish alone for so long lol.

I do want to get my license soon. I'm gonna have another driving practice on Wednesday. Gonna try to make it the last one before I schedule my drivers test. I'm basically ready. Just gotta work up my confidence + practice parallel parking. I can do it.

[whatsitzface]

hello again lol, it’s me and time for more random hcs. also wow I didn’t know you liked iwtgh! It’s one of my favorites that gks ever written

Eli makes a lists app for amber

I think Ben Statsny is into architecture. There is no basis to this

Eli and Malik still have to take drivers ed. Malik is endlessly bitter about this and probably has to retake the written part of the drivers test.

Malik takes a self defense class but calls it self offense

hector gets very into learning about bugs. He tries to make Malik meet them, so far there is no success in finding a bug Malik likes.

from mma (mysterious masterminds anon. Or you can just call me Malik)

MASTERMINDS ANON YOU'RE BACK!!!! YIPEE!!! (Would you prefer if I called you mma or Malik? Malik is so mysterious. You need to elaborate on that next time you drop by - I wanna know why you're connecting yourself to him? Is he your favourite? I know so little about you masterminds anon. I'm left completely in the dark only to enjoy the smatterings you bring by every so often.) And again with the most accurate headcanons. Eli & Amber's friendship is something that can and will be so important to me, I feel like in return Amber would make him a class schedule or buy in a day planner or something so he can keep track of his life too. (He appreciates the thought, but doubts he'll actually use it.) Malik failing his drivers test would be so funny oh my god, the other clones would never stop laughing. But, importantly, I need Eli to get flying colors on his first go with almost no effort. Just so that it hurts Malik a little bit more.

"self offense" ANON HELLO. Thats hilarious.

Hector showing off a bunch of bugs to Malik and Malik actually wanting to rip his skin off. That just might be my favourite thing. Hectors like: "But Mal! This ones actually not that bad. See its got -" Malik: "if you don't stop talking right now I will mob boss your ass."

ALSO YES! I love IWTGH! You are so right about it being your fave, I think its probably the best book he's ever written. Me and my family reread it every summer :D

[the1975attheirverybest]

hello i just want to vent to you about this, because everyone has been telling me to get my drivers license. as a 20 year old, i’m so scared of testing and driving in general. my brother just got his permit and he’s been teasing me all week about it and everyone in my family keeps telling me to get my license and told me that they are disappointed. i don’t know why but it makes me self doubt myself.

Hey anon 🩷 omg bestie I cannot tell you I could have written this myself!!!!

I don’t drive btw. When I was 16/ 17 my dad taught me. We scheduled the exam and everything. I refused to go to it. Then I moved for college. Boston’s public transport is good enough that I just took trains everywhere. Then I moved to DC in 2019. The public transport here is not as great so I realized I need a car. I renewed my permit but never once did anything about it. I hate driving soooo much. It terrifies me and gives me so much anxiety. I just use Ubers everywhere. Which is expensive and I would probably be better off driving.

Meanwhile, both my sisters who are younger than me LOVE driving. When we are in a car together, I get made fun of because I never wanna be the one driving but they fight about it.

I stopped caring a long time ago. I feel like there are these random societal expectations for all of us to do things and do them by certain ages. Like going to college, learning to drive, getting married, having kids etc. why?? Why must we ALLLL do them and why is it that if someone doesn’t want one of these things then there’s something wrong with them? That seems unreasonable. Like to expect all human beings to follow a certain path. I don’t think I’ll ever get a car or start driving. I don’t want to. It is what it is. People can make fun of me for it. I’ll make fun of how much money they spend on parking. Lmao.

[nsfsprince]

Just letting yall know that i am receiving the request asks your sending that i asked for in my inbox, i just haven't replied to most yet because im only really able to work on them on my days off, and said days are unfortunately split up during the week. Thank you for your patience and for the requests yall have sent in so far!

Some people did send in writing requests, which is fine!! I just wanted to nite that those may take the longest if i feel insired to write for a requested prompt, but if not, ill do my best to do a sketch like i originally planned for 💕

[actualnymph]

i feel like my anxiety ruins everything for me, like. i just want to stop being like this but i can’t and it’s making my life sm harder than it needs to be :/

[doriansbutt]

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[zhuhongs]

Hello everyone. omnibus update. oh my god am i tired but i legit dont even have a bed bc my cousin is.. not v helpful at all. soooo where do i start. lol.

Okay i got outta quarantine at 11 and took a taxi to my dorm. BUTTT my dorm building is located on a street that has a very busy street market. so i was dropped off a little bit further down and the driver told me it was down there and i thought i knew where it was do i confidently walked down a busy busy street with two monster luggages and got lost and almost hit with a scooter until a VERY NICE uncle helped me find the place. Then i checked in. which was ... interesting bc i came at the same time as a dude from shanghai. and the dorm leader was very... laid back and took her sweet time to check ne in. thus was fine but i was like... nervous lol. anyways, afterwards i talked to her and told her yk. why im here, that i speak chinese a bit. she was v nice and friendly. she told me all my roommates are out but theyre all japanese. which is funny bc like... i practice chinese SO MUCH to be like.. here are ur roommates. speak in jpn which. i can do. but LOL. so i go in, i fought with the door. so fucking much. omg that door beat my ASS. LIKE NO OTHER. no one was there. i barely got my things set up and wrote a note and left on the door bc i had orientation right after. and i thought like. oh okay just go pay my fees. get my schedule and leave. NOPE. i go in, I'm immediately doing a verbal interview to gauge my language abilities even tho i already took a placement test. and theyre like. cool, the class for ur level is going on. Right Now so uh. go to class. girl i was do hungry. so i go, sit in class for 3 hrs (not bad im just tired). My teacher is soooooo nice and very animated. i really like her. class is... a little higher than my level tbh. there was a lot i didnt know and it moves v fast... i feel so winded. But ik I'll be able to do it just fine. Oh yea i took the bus by myself and hhhh oh my god. the bus alone was so much. i sit down. wait for my bus. i thought i had the wrong one bc i saw a bus with my number on the opposite side and swore i was gonna miss the bus but i didnt. also i tried to give this old lady my seat and she scolded me by saying that she stands so much to keep herself healthy and then told me that i need to close my legs and sit up straight bc I'll look prettier. lmaooooo. and she told me not to be on my phone like the girl beside me. then the girl beside me asked me if i was a student and we had a conversation. she was very nice. helped me a lot she was japanese so it helped that i speak japanese a bit. there are. so many japanese students here. the guy i sit next to in class is japanese. i asked him his name but from his accent i knew he was japanese so i said "もしかして日本人ですか?" and he was like "はい! あなたも?!??" and i was like... nooo ofc not. and i explained i just studied it as a teenager bc i was a weeb. we talked abt anime. he likes bp which yk... unfortunate now but i doubt this random guy knows that whole deal. but yea, had many good pleasant conversations. tho nothing like deep connection but i didn't really expect that anyways. But yea, after i got out i was supposed to meet my cousins old roommate to get her mattress and fucking.. oh my god. nothing went right so my cousin was like... uh can u stay on campus till i get outta work and im like. uhhh thatd be 3 hrs and i rlly just wanna go back and lie down. and she didnt respond so i came back, met my roommates. which was... nice but kinda strange. there was a point they were kinda just all surrounding me and i was in a corner (like actually physically) trying to speak in half chinese half japanese. which was hard bc im just very disoriented. its been a long day and its only 7pm. but my cousin just got back to me abt the mattress. I'm meeting someone else at the dorms hopefully soon to get a mattress and then i can Finally SLEEP.... today gas been so much but in a very good way!!

[lilithbasically]

*Minors DNI*

Bakugo x Reader

Kirishima x Reader

Requested by @eternaljooni

Based off the TikTok audio "Don't Cry Just Sing it With Me"

Song: The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls

Warnings: none just the fluffiest fluff that could fluff

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Bakugo

He knew you'd had a hard week with how your bosses had been harping on you. He knew it was made even worse by not being able to spend time together. His patrol schedule mixed with your work only left time for "good nights" before succumbing to unconsciousness and quick kisses in departure in the early mornings. Bakugo was always extremely attentive to your needs, nothing ever got past him and he hated seeing you so down. He decided to do something about it.

Friday night finally made its appearance, much to your pleasure and you were looking forward to having the next couple of days to spend with the very loud love of your life. For now, though, all you wanted to do was take a nice, long bath and cry about the week you had.

As soon as that thought entered, it was swept away by the front door bursting open revealing Bakugo, your favorite snacks in hand, striding over to you. "Let's go, woman. You've had a shit week so I'm gonna make it better and I'm not taking no for an answer," he declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door to urge you into the passenger seat of his car. Reaching over you to buckle your seatbelt, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before running to the driver's side.

Your nerves were still shot from the hellacious week you'd had and that just made your emotions shift that much closer to the surface. Seeing how excited he was to make you happy, your breath hitched in your throat when you thought about just how much you loved him and how he showed you how much he loved you. Tears sprung to your eyes before you could push them down and you quickly wiped them away but, as we know, nothing gets past Bakugo Katsuki.

"Baby, don't cry just sing it with me," he yelled, sending you a rare, reserved only for you, full smile. Turning the radio up enough to drown out your thoughts, you both started singing.

"Throw it awaaaaay," he pointed to you.

"Forget yesterdaaaay"

Together, "We'll make the great escaaaaape..."

Your mind free from any lingering weight, you finally noticed where he'd taken you.

Wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side, leaning down to whisper, "You think I can do it, Princess?"

You smiled and nodded, "Get it, 'Suki," you giggled.

Handing you his cotton candy, you watched as he walked up to the strongman game, confidence rolling off him in waves.

You both may have had to run away through the carnival laughing all the while, because Bakugo may have blown it up when he couldn't ring the bell. He didn't regret it though. Seeing the smile back on your face and the light sparkling in your eyes made it all worth it.

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Kirishima

"Kiri, I'm so worn out. I just wanna be done already."

"I know, babygirl, but you're so close. Just one more test tonight and then you're done with finals. And I requested the weekend off so it's just us for a few days, okay?"

"Uggghhh, okay, Eiji. I'm gonna keep studying, I'll see you tomorrow."

What you didn't know though, was that Kirishima already knew this was going to happen. You'd been stressing out about finals for weeks and now that it was at the end, you were burnt out. He couldn't stand to see you so defeated so he was gonna fix that.

Knocking early the next morning woke you from your slumber. Knowing you weren't a morning person, Kirishima was ready. You opened the door greeted by your loving boyfriend holding coffee and donuts with his signature megawatt smile on his face. Handing you your coffee with a kiss to the corner of your lips he said, "Get ready, babygirl. Pack a weekend bag and be prepared for the most fun weekend of your life."

"Eiji where are we going?"

"Nope! Not telling you until we're almost there. Don't give me those puppy dog eyes, it won't work this time. I'm standing firm. Oh, but pack a swim suit," he said, a giddy tone in his voice.

When everything was loaded into the car, you started your journey. Listening to music, playing games, talking, and sharing sweet brief kisses made two hours fly by. Kirishima turned the music down, looking at you from the corner of his eye, he said, "Okay, we're close enough. I may or may not have, but definitely did, rent a beach house for the weekend for us to get away."

When you didn't say anything, his initial reaction was to be worried you didn't like it but when he looked over at you and saw your smile with tears forming in your eyes, he knew you were just overwhelmed with emotion. And he knew exactly how to pull only happiness from you, selecting the song you'd both belted out together hundreds of times before.

"Don't cry, babygirl, just sing with me!" He smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your hand and turning up the volume to obscene levels.

Yelling out the lyrics like you both do every time, you sang together, "We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs and they'll think its just cause we're young..."

The beach house was gorgeous, as expected. Even more gorgeous when the sun started to fall over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of red and orange. Kirishima looked at you, enamored with how beautiful you are and in awe of how lucky he was to have you, happy that the stress had melted from your features in such a short time with him.

You may have hug-tackled him into the shallow waves of the ocean and pressed kisses all over his face to show your appreciation.

Yeah...you were pretty fuckin lucky.

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