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YEEES YEEEEES I FORGOT HOW GOOD UNRELEASED LANA IS I USED TO BE HER TOP STREAMER BACK WHEN I WAS A SAD 15 YEAR OLD

SYPNOSIS / series of text messages with your very strange destiny loving boyfriend. CONTENT / gn!reader, the french is google translated.., ignore timestamps, mild language. part one.

SYPNOSIS / despite your messy break up between a very public relationship michael kaiser, he can’t seem to keep your name out of his mouth. CONTENT / mild language, gn!reader, implied cheating, kaiser gets an ice cream thrown at him, half proof read.

“well if i had to be quite frank with you, they were not the best to me, and you know that’s to say the least”

no matter where you went his voice followed. how would one even begin to describe michael kaiser . . .

his conceited nature made him believe he was the greatest thing to walk the earth since jesus himself - guess he took the meaning of his name too literally. so much for ‘god’s chosen emperor’

his carelessness and overly confident attitude had now made your life ten times harder than it should be

“please schatz, i want the whole world to know about us, about my love for you . . .”

thinking back it makes your skin crawl at the thought of his voice, it’s not like you outwardly asked for the medias attention. in fact you never asked for it at all!

you especially didn’t ask for them to rip you apart on every morning show or post-soccer interview where michael’s name was mentioned, and you definitely didn’t ask for the world to make you out as some villain while he was made to be the golden boy of germany

any chance he could get he’d take and specifically go out of his way to tare you down

what an act of love! you could swoon over it if you weren’t being followed and booed in public

it’s been probably two months since the breakup. kaiser’s still far too busy acting like a heart broken prince totally unaware of the negative affect he’s had over your life as of recent

you watch the video in your while at a mcdonalds parking lot, his irritating ass voice echoing talking about how he wish you both ended on good terms or even stayed together. what total bullshit

“if i could tell them one thing, hm thats a good question”

his face contorted into a hideous smirk, his shameless flirting with the interviewer was just embarrassing at this point

“i’d probably say, i hope your enjoying a slice of my fame schatz”

he leaned back in the couch, smug expression still plastered on his face

you could feel your blood boil. his shit had gone on for far too long, he totally knew about the paparazzi that would follow you from the moment you stepped out of your house, the ones that would yell at you asking “[name]! what do you think of kaiser’s success!?” and “is it true you cheated while with michael kaiser?!”

the cars engine rumbled below you as you drove out of the mcdonalds drive threw. a large hot fudge sundae sitting in your cupholder and one plan in mind

the bastard munchen training field wasn’t too far from you, something that you once thought was a blessing, then a curse and now a perfect way to give germany’s golden boy a cold, vanilla surprise

you drove until a large building came into view. the parking lot was partially filled. paparazzi hanging around outside waiting for the players to come out of their thursday afternoon practice

five minutes and he finally came outside, really taking his time to relish in the attention that surrounded the building. god that was always something you hated about him

you opened the car door, stepping out, then slamming it with enough force to draw the crowd’s attention to you. although your sunglasses covered your eyes, it was obvious who you were

the sundae in hand surprisingly not melted, chocolate fudge still warm

“well who do we have here”

the cocky look on his face which only made you scowl

“gotta surprise f’ya”

you walked close, digging your hand into the cardboard cup taking a fat scoop of soft serve into your hand then slapping it. hard. right into his face

you could feel like hot heat of camera flashes on you, the fudge still decently hot against your palm as well

you lifted the cup high above his head pouring the remaining ice cream all over his head

he released the loudest scream in the highest pitch you’d ever heard. if you didn’t know him you would’ve thought he hadn’t hit puberty from how high his voice was

his teammates watched, too shocked to say anything let alone do something

you wiped your hand clean on his gym bag, then turning around, but not before putting all your force into throwing the cup at his head, then getting back in your car and driving off

“i-uhm kaiser, you got..”

“i know! do something!”

by friday morning the photos of your sweet assassination were the front page and top story everywhere, some tabloids calling you outrageous while other applauded your attack on his fragile ego

by the end of the day kaiser had deactivated everyone of his public social media accounts, and made bastard munchen release a statement saying he would be on a hiatus for a short period of time

late friday evening you had unblocked his number to send one single message

‘yikes hows ur dignity kaiser? must be hard losing to me and yoichi in the same month huh’

what a shame michael kaiser is a sore loser, cause he couldn’t even reply if he wanted to - he’s far too busy trying to get all the chocolate fudge out of his hair

SYPNOSIS / rindou haitani runs the roppongi club scene, once you catch his eye your not leaving his grasp. CONTENT / 2006 timeline, making out, dry humping, mild language, afab reader, alcohol and cigarettes mentioned, both rindou and reader smoke, rin’s a bit of a loser, not proofread (no ones surprised).

the clubs packed. sweaty bodies pushing and grinding against each other as the bass pounded the walls and floor. the smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted through the building

rindou sat in the vip, drink in hand. the rest of tenjiku were there too just doing their own thing. he remembers ran going off with some girl not long ago

maybe he’ll go and look for him so they can leave

sure he loves it, the dj’ing, the drinking, but tonight it just doesn’t feel right. theres many pretty girls who would be dying to get a chance with him, sure. but none of them keep his attention longer than a night - maybe a couple hours if they’re really unlucky

shion was talking again, god he hates when he does that and of course it has to be ten times worse when he’s drunk

rindou’s eyes travel to the level below the open booth. watching the crowd move to the music like a wave. the back of the crowd parts slightly letting someone through

he watches you move through the crowd effortlessly, your body moving to the beat of the song. you stood out amongst the crowd, like you were magnetic to him

he doesn’t know how long his eyes have been following your frame for but he couldn’t seem to get enough. rindou watched you wiggle yourself out of some creeps grasp making your way off the clubs main floor

“yo rindou! where you goin’ man?”

shions voice called out to him, drawing a few of the other tenjiku members to watch him make his way down the stairs and out of sight

“yeah great chat, love when you ignore me”

rindou’s eyes searched the people around him, feet moving down the back hallway of the club. the music isn’t as loud, like a pair of headphones is being placed over his ears

“shit…”

his eyes found you again, this time squatting against the clubs wall trying to light a cigarette. he thinks you look just as beautiful - if not more - up close

“want some help?”

his voice is rough from the alcohol, breaking you from your previous concentration. your eyes both met, and god, he thought his heart stopped for a second

“if thats ok”

your body slid up the wall, cigarette dangling between your lips. you stepped closer handing him your lighter. he stared down at the lighter for a moment

“what?”

“why’s it got a half naked anime girl on it?”

“your lighter doesn’t?”

he almost didn’t catch the sarcasm, far too busy trying to not to embarrass himself in front of you

“my friend got it for me”

he hummed in response. lighter clicking causing a glowing flame to light your face

you took a deep drag holding the smoke in before blowing it out. you offered the cigarette to rindou who gladly took it

who wouldn’t want to share one with someone as pretty as you?

“you always share your smokes with random guys?”

“jus’ the cute ones who watch me from upstairs for around thirty minutes”

rindou could feel the smoke get stuck in his lungs. he heard you softly laugh at his miserable coughing fit

rindou’s ears have gone bright red, so much for ‘not embarrassing himself’

he passed the cigarette back, watching you take another drag flicking the ash on the clubs floor. he could smell a mixture of tobacco and vodka coming from your breath, the scent swirling together with your perfume

it drew him further in, like a shark in bloody water

rindou’s eyes glanced at your lips glitter and gloss just begging for him to taste

he felt the palm of your hand on his hip, fingers slowly sliding under the fabric of his shirt. his skin burned under your touch. your eyes catch a glimpse of the tattoo running ip the side of his abdomen

“that’s s’cool”

words caught in his throat, choking on air at your compliment

“bet it hurt yeah?”

“wasn’t as bad as ‘t seems”

your lips curved upwards, body leaning in against his completely, lips speaking on his

“hm real tough guy aren’cha”

it didn’t even register in rindou’s mind that your lips were now on his. he could taste the tequila mixed with the flavour of cherry and vanilla. god it was addictive after that first taste

he felt you trying to pull away but he wouldn’t let you go. chasing after you, practically begging for more

rindou’s hands grabbed onto your waist holding you in place. his tongue darted to push your lips apart granting him access to your mouth

your arms slid to his shoulders gripping tight as you both roughly landed on the wall, your arms soon locking around his neck for more security. you felt his knee push between you legs forcing you to grind against him

both of your tongues fought each other for dominance the stimulation of your lips on his plus your core grinding on his knee felt like heaven on earth

your hips moved slow in contrast to the desperation of rindou and yours lips on one another. out of every guys you’d made out with in all the clubs you’d been too you had never had someone kiss as intense as rindou

you could hardly breath. the air in the club was thick of smoke and alcohol and someone was probably doing illicit drugs somewhere that added to the pollution around you

he didn’t seem to wanna give up. every time you tried for air he’d pull you right back in - not that you had a problem with it

hands sliding up to his hair as rindou’s tongue was sliding down your throat, spit mixing together along with your lipgloss. to him it was divine

you both parted gasping for air in the hot club. his eyes looked hazy, kinda glassed over like he was in the verge of tears. fucking hell it was hot

“why don’t we take this back to mine hm?”

he was overly breathy with his words, his breath still not caught

“what an offer, what was it?”

“rindou haitani, but i’ll take rin”

his answer was quick to please scared to run out of time with you

“how cute”

you smiled leaned in one last time lips pecking his

“see you ‘round yeah?”

eyes glancing at his lips one last time, your thumb rubbing the apple of his cheek then sliding to his back pocket of his jeans before you left

“bye rinnie”

he doesn’t know whether it’s the alcohol catching up to him or what, but he was having crazy heart palpitations. digging his hand into his back pocket while the other smoothed through his hair, spit and your gloss still stuck to his lips

now with a new found obsession and a phone number to go with it

SYPNOSIS / hugo vivian is the biggest loser you're ever met. it's truely such a shame he's not only lame but also your bestfriends little brother cause he's so gorgeous. CONTENT / mild lanuage, hugo being a loser and embarrassing himself

SATURDAY, 11:24 AM

it's been probably two minutes since you texted saying you were outside. you're starting to think you should just knock on the front door, you know, like a normal person would

you shift on your feet contemplating it before moving your arm to press the doorbell

a couple seconds pass before your greeted with the door violently swinging open revealing your bestfriends (not so little) brother

"oh, hi vivian. is your sister home right now?"

the poor boy looked stunned at the sight of you. your eyes began to scan over his body, stopping at his stupid 'white boy of the year' shirt his sister defintly got him as a joke

"nice shirt"

your voice came out overly sarcasitc, clearly trying to supress a laugh. he's still just standing there like an idiot

"so, can i come in or what?"

"she's upstairs"

anyone would think he's constipated with how he responded. you gave him a slight smile before walking in then vanishing into her room

TUESDAY, 3:41 PM

vivian stood in front of his sisters mirror in her room before practice, biceps flexed

"god vi' go do that somewhere else would you?"

his head turned to see his sister standing in the doorway and, you. of course, just the cherry on-top. he doesn't understand what you find so amusing about him

he just stays there, body frozen as you and his sister walk in getting comfortable. you can feel his stare from behind buring into you

"don't you have practice to get to vivian?"

your voice comes out sugary sweet, it makes him feel funny almost uneasy

"bye vivian you can leave now"

his sisters voice is far to blunt for him to push her boundaries more than he already has. he makes his way out painfully slow, turning back to recieve a small wave and smile from you

THURSDAY, 10:57AM

vivian sat on the couch, deep in thought, eyes focused on the book infront of him

"whatcha' read - oh . . ."

he freezes up completely. he already gets shit from his teammates, but he knows he will never live this down. your giggle bubbles out before you can stop it

"waiting for the works to appear buddy?"

"it helps me think"

"think about what? are you writing a book or something?"

he doesn't answer, if he could he'd kill himself right in that moment

"you're a total loser vivian oh my god!"

he hears you call out to his sister, asking her about his weird blank book habits. more laughters erupts from down the hall from the both of you

his face is now bright red, he doesnt even register that he's walking into his sisters room until he yells out how she still has her one-direction bed sheets in the hall closet

your laugh is ten times louder this time, your laughing so hard your stomach starts to cramp up

"VIVIAN HUGO WATCH IT WHITE BOY!"

safe to say she's not amused, but your validation for some reason makes it all worth it

FRIDAY, 11:11PM

he'd been out all day, some stupid soccer team thing before the under twenty worldcup who knows, not that it matters now

vivian hugo has always believed in fate, the idea that everyone has their various role to play, and in order to succeed they need to follow it

so when he sees you standing in the hugo families kitchen at near midnight - specifically 11:11 - he knows what his destiny is towards you. he hasn't really believed in 'angel numbers' until now

"we are meant to be you know . . ."

his voice draws you out of your own thoughts. his dark eyes meeting yours. he hasn't really had the chance to take all your beauty in until this very moment

you let out a breathy laugh at his comment, taking a sip of water to clear your throat

"you know, you're a total loser vivian. it's a shame, you're so goregous"

your hand pats his cheek lightly, your body pushing past him heading down the hall and out of his sight. truth is, he'd have no clue what to do with #allat