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˚₊‧꒰ა MAY THE GOALS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR

summary . . ৎ → in which BLUE LOCK PLAYERS are pulled into another kahoot game but with a twist! a few unexpected football prodigies from germany, france, and ... spain join the lobby!

જ⁀➴ content: kahoot au :: crackfic :: profanity :: no footballs were kicked during the making of this fic :: everyone is yelling

nayahugs

𑣲 — Isagi and Rin who compete for your love!!

"Oh my gosh! These are so good! Did you make them?!" You cheer as you shove another pastry in your mouth.

The two of you were sitting down in a on a bench in a park, trying some sweets Isagi brought.

He lets out a light laugh, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. "Oh, no! My mom made them. She was trying out a new recipe, and I figured I would have them with you."

You beam with happiness as you listen to him. "Your moms amazing! You have to let me thank her sometime."

But as soon as Isagi was about to open up his mouth, he hears a familiar vĺoice from behind him."

"Tch. Lukewarm."

Both of your eyes traced the source of the voice, to which you saw Rin, holding a box of his own share of pastries.

"Hi Rin! What are you doing here?" You wave, voice laced with enthusiasm.

Rin's eyes meet yours. "I was passing by."

Isagi stiffens at the sight of you two interacting. "Well, its nice t-"

"Shut up. Don't talk to me, you npc."

Isagi opens his mouth to say something. Then closes it.

Theres a silence between the three of you for a brief moment, before Rin's gaze falls on you, happily enjoying the last of your pastry.

"Do you like pastries?" He questions, his tone flat like normal.

"Love 'em!"

Isagi cuts into the conversation, a hint of jealousy seeping through his voice. "They especially love the ones my mom mak-"

Plop.

Rin takes an eclair from his box and puts it in to your mouth, ultimately hand feeding it to you.

The colour drains from Isagi's face, and it takes all his power to not allow his jaw drop to the floor.

Rin watches as you eat the last of the pastry from his hand, mumbling something about making a mess.

"They're so good! Where'd you get them?"

"I made them."

Isagi swears that you've never looked at someone with more adoration than you did with Rin at that moment.

Desperate to recieve your full undivided attention once more, Isagi takes your chin in his hand and turns it so its facing you, a competitive grin plastered on his face.

"Shame on you Rin, everyone knows you should *never* put food in someones mouth without a heads up first."

Isagi takes a profiterole and holds it against your lips, to which you open your mouth and accept happily, munching on yet another delicious pastry. He shoots Rin a cocky look. He huffs out of irritation.

Rin looks like he's about to give up, taking his eclair and sinking his teeth halfway of it, watching you chew.

Isagi huffs, about to open his mouth and make a snarky comment, until all of his pride collapses before him.

The moment you swallowed, Rin's mouth was on yours, feeding the eclair to you once more.

With his mouth.

Isagi's soul leaves his body completely.

He stares in horror at the interaction. How Rin tastes you, how when when pulls back, a visible string of saliva that connected the two of you drips down. How it all looked so natural to him.

He frantically searches for the right words, his gaze darting between you and Rin.

"Ch....Cheater!" He accuses the teal haired boy.

"Huh? Not my fault your game is half-baked."

And with that, Rin moves along, walking away. Leaving you with a frozen Isagi, whilst he listens to the faint sounds of you trying to snap him back to life.

"Yoichi?? You okay?? Hello...Earth to Yoichi?"

Yoichi lost his pride and soul that day.

A/N: Yes ok maybe I wanted a bold rin 😢😢

Divider by @/suupersonic !!

yourlovesae

the waves crashed into the grain of the shore with a hushed sound. your feet pattered against the sand, each granule taking in the sound of your steps, the vibrations lost somewhere deep in the ground.

the darkness engulfed the sky. dark violets and midnight blues blending in together to create the scenery, a sparkle of stars littered across the natural canvas. once, you wondered if you could be as bright as the stars, glistening somewhere amongst the world with no burdens bearing down on your heart.

the naivety that once consumed you was no more. the little girl you once were threatened to slip through the cracks of your facade, peeking through with a certain eagerness that you withheld long ago.

the one sitting just a mere foot away from you was to blame.

sae itoshi. the prodigy. boy genius. japan’s greatest treasure.

all superficial titles that you both knew held no real weight or meaning. the lucrative reasons behind each and every one of them made sae realize just how many nonsensical expectations that weighed heavy on his shoulders, his name, his career.

so.. why’d he keep chasing it? he wasn’t doing it for someone else, he was doing it for himself. ever since he was in diapers he knew that this was an undeniable passion that he wanted to strive for, to own. it simmered underneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to become something beautifully destructive.

this is the sole reason why sae wasn’t bound by preemptive comments from others or chained down by the existing ideas others had about him, because it simply didn’t matter to him. all that mattered was that he become the best midfielder in the world.

but he missed such a minuscule detail while calculating all these unimportant factors.

you.

he had failed to accommodate you, in such simple ways. but, how was it his fault? you couldn’t blame him. he was barely fourteen years old when he broke the news to you, in such a harsh way, too. sae wasn’t one to throw away a dream he’d been carrying for such a long time for a mere childhood friend.

no, he was going to chase his dream, even if he got hurt in the process. even if his dream became some damaged, broken thing that would have him picking up the pieces to create something new because he found that the world was bigger than he was. even if it meant leaving his brother behind.

even if it meant losing you.

so, when he initially came back to renew his passport and found that his parents had been having an annual get together. it piqued his interest. he wasn’t very family-oriented of course, so he’d make sure he came and went without being spotted. he hated the unnecessary small-talk his family would push on him.

everything was working quite smooth for sae. nobody had even spared him a glance as he wandered aimlessly around his childhood home for a good two minutes.

before he saw someone unmistakably familiar. it was you.

dressed in a simple white sundress, hair cascading down your shoulders, wearing a simple, gold necklace. one that held memories not even sae could forget about.

didn’t want to forget about, that was.

even though you were surrounded by odd, unnamed members of his family that he didn’t care much about, he only saw you, looking carefree as you chatted alongside his little brother.

rin, right.

he almost forgot about that little match that dictated the trajectory of their football careers.

upon seeing you, sae stopped in his tracks for a split second. a second that lasted longer than he would’ve expected.

one, single memory flashed in his mind.

it was simple, something he shouldn’t even be hung up on because he truly couldn’t care less.

(liar).

(you kissed him on his left cheek. a week before he left for spain. he couldn’t shake that weird feeling he got in his chest when your lips met his face. he never felt it again).

how troublesome.

he was supposed to be back at his hotel by now. instead, he was here, damn near gawking at you like some lovesick idiot. it was beneath him.

that’s when he retreated to the only place he knew.

the sea.

he wasn’t particular thinking about much, deciding to put everything out of his mind for a while and just, look.

across that vast ocean was a world bigger than him, places he hadn’t traveled to, matches he hadn’t played. sae didn’t concern himself with the past, or the future. he just focused on the now.

and right now, he could hear something, or maybe someone, trying their best to be silent as they approached him. the wind whipping through the heavy fabric of your dress gave you away.

sae didn’t even turn to look at you as he spoke, but he did ground himself a bit, his feet curling in the sand he rested both of his forearms on his knees.

“what are you doing here?”

you scoffed, still as rude as ever, you thought. “you couldn’t greet me like a normal person?”

the fabric of your dress met the sand as you planted yourself beside sae, you hadn’t turned your head to get a look of his face yet. not even when you spotted a familiar bed of maroon hair back at the party did you catch a glimpse of his face.

he only hummed in response.

in his peripheral, sae caught a small glint of something shiny.

that necklace. that stupid, stupid necklace. it was like it was mocking him for displaying even a hint of foolishness.

it was a parting gift. he begged his parents to buy it for you and him before he departed for spain. it was a simple, thin golden chain with a pendant shaped like a heart.

only, it was only half a heart. when he’d finally given it to you, you thought he’d made a mistake or broken it. although you wondered what could’ve happened to the other half, you accepted it without question, giving sae that memorable kiss on his cheek.

he thought that if you could have a piece of him, you wouldn’t be disheartened or upset about him leaving. maybe it’d smooth over the pain just a tad.

(it didn’t).

it was such a shit gift. the meaning behind it was shit too, he thought.

you two sat in silence for about a minute or longer before he broke the silence. “why are you still wearing that trash?” he asked, voice steady, like the second swell of waves that calmly passed.

but something uncertain lied beneath the bass of his voice, like he wasn’t pressing you for an answer.

or he didn’t want the truth.

that alone had you turning your head around to face the boy you once had a feelings for. or maybe you still do. you wouldn’t know. his face had gotten way more defined over the years, his eyes two big pools of something unreadable. his eyelashes were still as pretty as you remembered them. one time, you told him you were jealous that he had such long lashes. he shrugged in response.

at first you didn’t know what he was referring to, you even thought he was insulting your dress choice before you started mindlessly toying with the chain around your neck. that’s when you came to the realization that he was talking about your necklace.

the wind let out a fierce howl, almost carrying your words away with it. but sae heard it, clear as day.

“because you gave it to me.” because i still miss you.

your fingers traced over the pendant once more, feeling the tip of your finger dip once it smoothed over the engraved ‘s.’

his initial.

the one you held close to your heart.

sae let out a sardonic huff. the closest you’ve ever heard him laugh.

“only an idiot would say something stupid like that.”

but there was no real malice behind his words. they just stood alone before being carried out by the sea, never to be heard or seen again.

even as sae had spoken those words, you noticed something. a very, very small chain that hung around his neck. the missing heart that you’d been looking for for all these years, was draped loosely around sae’s neck in mint condition.

your initial engraved on it, too.

he must’ve forgotten he was wearing it.

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a/n - dude idk why but i’m obsessed with throwing in sae angst somewhere you know

mysoupi

me and my dysfunctional yaoi

mysoupi

bunny bunny bunny bunny

mysoupi

bunny bunny bunny bunny

yayamrata

How could I ever be mad at papi chulo 🤤

moewoe27

Lazy works of Vivian Hugo, I’m busy

vmlnrzmp4

Hi wanted to a request

The bllk boys winning and them running up to their kids and wife or

Them getting mad at the paparazzi of taking pictures of their kids and wife

Thank you and take care

mixed the requests a bit. hope you like it <3

⟡ ── shove the cameras up your ass | BLUE LOCK

papa!au ⭑ ♡

ITOSHI SAE !

after shidou was done clinging, sae walks off, briefly brushing away whatever bacteria shidou might have had gotten on him.

natsuki is right there, in your arms, waving at her papa with one hand, while chewing on her fingers shyly.

"sae," you call, smiling, gently placing natsu in his arms, "should've seen her when you were shown on the big screen."

"i stand by myself," natsu announces, grabbing her papa's face, "i stand and i—" she halts as the cameras' flashes irritate her. sae notices. you're too covering your face.

"oh god," you whisper, "careful with natsu."

natsuki burries her face into her papa's shoulder. and all sae does is say a loud 'enough.' they don't listen the first time. sae firmly repeats it again with a glare. thankfully, shidou took his shirt off and the cameras went to him. useful for once.

"you ok?" sae asks you. you nod as he holds your wrist with his free hand, "natsu. what then?"

"sorry papa...i forgot what i was saying."

"you stood by yourself."

"yes!! i stood and i cheer for you!"

toorufairy

husband!sae dealing with your pregnancy mood swings ୭౿

you were a whirlwind these days, and sae was doing his absolute best to keep up.

one moment you were curled up on the couch— happily watching a romance movie on netflix with tears brimming in your eyes because the lead couple had finally gotten together. then the next, you were sniffling because the main character’s dog reminded you of the one you had as a kid. and a few minutes after that, you were suddenly irritated because the blanket apparently wasn’t soft enough.

sae sat beside you, one arm draped over the back of the couch, quietly observing as your emotions shifted without warning.

“this blanket sucks,” you grumbled, kicking it off your legs with a pout.

“why is everything so uncomfortable lately?!”

even then, he didn’t sigh or roll his eyes. he simply reached over, grabbed a different blanket from the laundry room, and draped it over you without so much as a comment. you looked up at him, eyes already watering again. “you’re not annoyed with me?”

sae shrugged, voice calm as ever. “you’re pregnant. it’s understandable.”

your bottom lip instantly wobbled. “y-you think i’m annoying, don’t you?” you whispered, your voice already beginning to crack. “i’m being too much again…”

xngelbunny

— IT'S A CRUEL SUMMER!

𓆝 ⋆ it's that time of the year in which the weather turns to the warmer side, making you yearn for the beach, icecream and a fun hangout with friends. alas, you'll be pretty busy this time around, and a certain someone's presence will make these few months turn into everything but peaceful. wether it's a new face or someone you used to know, don't get too attached. everyone knows summer flings don't last, and this season about to turn heated is more ways than one!

— ready to find out who's turning your summer upside down?

☼ what doesn't kill me makes me want you more ft. michael kaiser [rivals to lovers, actors!au, coworkers, former childhood friends, forced proximity]

☼ no rules in breakable heaven ft. sae itoshi [childhood friends turned friends with benefits, secret relationship]

☼ cut the headlights (summer's a knife) ft. rin itoshi [fake relationship, publicity stunt trope]

☼ if I bleed, you'll be the last to know ft. bunny iglesias [exes to lovers, forced proximity]

☼ he looks up, grinnin' like a devil ft. ryusei shidou [brother's best friend, good girl x bad boy trope, secret... situationship?]

— what to expect?

☼ cringy song lyrics that'll make you feel like you're back in wattpad; ☼ angry, emotional confessions; ☼ complicated relationships; ☼ lots of drama ! (yay...!)

— run it back, i didn't catch that! (info + disclaimers)

this is an one-shot series inspired by the song "cruel summer" by taylor swift (why hadn't i listened to this song before? it's great). they will all be standalone and unrelated to each other, only sharing the inspiration and summer theme. please keep in mind that:

☼ these may not be posted in the exact order depicted above ☼ there might be minor changes to the tropes depicted (though unlikely) ☼ none of these are pre-written. ill do my best to finish before summer ends, but i also don't want to rush them. if you wish to read, please be patient !

— wanna write your name down for the tour's vip seats? let me know! (taglist open :p)

𓆝 ⋆ so, are you ready to risk it all? buckle up and let's head straight for our cruel summer! <3

ronimacaronixoxo

is the blue lock fandom alive bc a vision just came to me where it’s a sae itoshi x reader and you just graduated highschool and you go to spain for the summer and he’s your summer love…👀👀👀

withlovefromhazel

Little By Little Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Itoshi Sae × Reader

Genre: Slow Burn • Strangers to Friends to Lovers • University AU • Comfort

Status: Ongoing

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Synopsis

Between library tables, rainy evenings, forgotten umbrellas, and shared routines, two strangers slowly become each other's favorite part of the day.

Love doesn't happen all at once.

It happens little by little.

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With love,

Hazel ♡

📖 Pages

💗Page One — Poetry Between the Shelves

The university's star midfielder wasn't where you expected him to be.

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💗Page Two — The Last Cup of Coffee

Kindness has a funny way of finding its way back to you.

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💗Page Three — Your Favorite Seat

Some routines are worth sharing.

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💗Page Four — Forgotten Umbrellas

Rain has a habit of bringing people closer.

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💗Page Five — Borrowed Hoodies

Some warmth has nothing to do with the weather.

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💗Page Six — Empty Chairs

Sometimes, an empty seat says more than words ever could.

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💗Page Seven — Different Worlds

Perhaps different worlds aren't so different after all.

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💗Page Eight — Somewhere Along the Way

Perhaps love had been growing long before either of you noticed.

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💗Page Nine — Our First Date

The first of many

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💗Page Ten — We Already Knew

Apparently, everyone figured it out before you did.

a/n: i'm so excited to write this series (˶>⩊<˶) i've been wanting to write a quiet friends-to-lovers story for a while now, and i can't wait to share it with you all. i hope you'll enjoy following sae and reader's journey, little by little. ♡

yourlovesae

inspired by this official art

the soft clack of your heels echoed throughout you and sae’s shared apartment. you had just come from your girls night out at a well-rounded fancy restaurant. from the high-quality wooden tables with silky, pearl, hand stitched fabrics draped across and a crystalline chandelier that hung above you, it was perfect for a date night.

you made a mental note to ask sae to go with you one day—if he hadn’t already planned to take you—that is.

speaking of sae, you wondered if he was still awake at an ungodly hour like this. the last time you’d spoken to him was over text when you asked him for money for your bill, which he sent without question. it was pocket change to him, really. of course, due to his carefully curated sleep schedule that included a one hour nap and eight hours of sleep at night, you knew he wouldn’t be. he was an athlete after all, rest was one of his top priorities.

crouching down, you slipped off your sleek red bottoms and placed them down right beside sae’s cleats. it kind of described your relationship, in a way.

you carefully tiptoed across the hardwood floors, making your way toward the bedroom. slowly, you reached for the doorknob, twisting it with a definite determination to not awake your sleeping boyfriend.

as the door creaked opened, you peeked your head through the door to the cutest sight you’d ever seen. although you could only see a sliver of sae’s maroon tufts through the small opening you’d created, you saw something in his hand.

a pillow, your pillow.

opening the door a little wider and letting yourself sneak past all the creaks that you’d memorized in the floorboards, you finally made your way toward the bed.

you smiled to yourself.

he was even cuter up close.

his hair was disheveled, his bangs still clinging on to some of the leftover gel that rested in his locks. he was dressed in his casual clothing, his white-collared shirt had a few buttons that were unbuttoned that revealed his toned collarbone that you had a weird attraction to, and you could spot the soft flutter of his lashes against his skin.

but what really got you was the way he was grasping onto your pillow for dear life. even in his sleep he never failed to show off just how much training he really did, because his muscles were involuntary flexing around the soft cushion.

leaning down as best as you could because you were still dressed in your fancy attire, you just watched him, quietly. the slow rise and fall of his chest as he slept, the softness of his features, especially his pinkish lips.

you don’t know what it was, but a strange feeling arose in your chest as your eyes darted back to the pillow in irritation. maybe, just maybe, you were a little jealous that some piece of plush fabric was getting more attention than you. like, why was he cuddling with anything that wasn’t you? let alone an inanimate object full of feathers.

actually, never mind. that’s stupid.

even so, you still tried to maneuver your way through sae’s arms. your hand had begun to lift sae’s arm up and away from the pillow so it could be you there instead. snaking one of sae’s arms around your waist, you climbed on to the bed, throwing the pillow to… wherever as it landed with a soft thud.

mission accomplished.

“really?”

a deep, sleepy voice broke the silence of the room. you froze like a deer in headlights. you almost looked like a petulant child that was getting caught doing something they shouldn’t.

you felt sae’s hands snake around your waist as he wedged his nose into the crook of your neck.

his voice was muffled against your shoulder. “where’ve you been..?” leisurely, you felt small kisses being pressed wherever sae could reach. the column of your neck, the underside of your jaw, and the sensitive spot behind your ear.

gosh, you folded so easily. no pressure whatsoever.

“i come back and you’re cuddling my pillow.” if sae could feel your glare, it would be burning through him right now, even if it was a failed attempt at being threatening. with the way his kisses were getting sloppier by the second, you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at him.

you felt a low scoff against your neck as it slipped past his lips. “it smelled like you.” he admitted, continuing to leave marks against the column of your throat.

he’s so clingy at night.

a flustered you flicked his forehead.

“don’t say stuff like that…”

whatever, he thought.

after taking a deep inhale of your scent, he realized you were wearing the perfume he’d bought for you on your one-year anniversary, among other gifts. the same perfume that had him cuddling with a pillow because it reminded him of you.

he nestled deeper into your neck before whispering,

“real things better anyway.”

yukixnat

Meet the girlfriend

Well I write stuff guys I guess. Also did someone can explain me why I cant put it here my photo 😭

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Bad grama, English isn't my first language so I have to use Google translate sometimes, I check it only once, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITING, cringe

🚫I DON'T use AI🚫

Bunny Iglesias is sick. His teammates wnat take care of him but someone have the same idea.

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Bunny's body was heavy, his nose was red, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. His eyes watered slightly and his throat hurt when he swallowed. Bunny Iglesias was sick.

He called their girlfriend saying that he wouldn't be able to go on a date today. After calling the girl, he called the manager to inform him that he would not be showing up for training any time soon.

Bynny lay under the covers wondering how he would cope for at least a week until he recovered. He couldn't get up and his movements were slow and heavy. Thoughts clouded his mind and he didn't hear footsteps heading towards his room.

-Bunny? The voice of the girl, Y/N, brought him out of his thoughts as the girl headed towards his bed.

-What are you doing here? That was all he said when he saw his angel. "I came to take care of you. I don't want you to overwork yourself," as she spoke, she took out her medicines and a thermometer to measure his temperature. The thermometer showed 39.5°. Bunny had a high fever. The girl left Bunny's room and returned to him with warm oatmeal.

-For now, you need to eat oatmeal so that you can take your medicine. Then I'll cook you something warm." She said it with a smile that, if seen on anyone else, would make him think of committing suicide.

While Bunny was lying in bed in his home, Lavinho entered the pitch and saw the white-haired giant was missing.

-Where's Bunny boy? He asked Carlos. "He called me this morning, said he was sick and would be gone for a few days" The dark-haired man said, writing something down in his notebook. Lavinho's eyes widened. Bunny rarely got sick, but when he did, it was worse than the average person. The manager's words were involuntarily heard by other FC Barcha players.

-Bunny is sick?

-Damn, he's an asshole sometimes, but I feel sorry for him.

-Doesn't Bunny get sick as if he were dying?-Doesn't he live alone?

Recently, the words somehow moved the FCB boys. Once, when Bunny returned to training after two weeks, he was surrounded by his teammateslocker room, who asked him how it took him two weeks to recover. Bunny poporstu replied that he mixed it himself and sometimes reaching the medicine cabinet was like climbing on MontEverest, and instead of normal meals he ate instant meals, and sometimes ordered takeaway meals. Everything became clear. Everyone knew that Bunny had no contact with his family, so that's why he had to fend for himself.

Not wanting their friend to suffer, some of the players Barcha decided to go shopping during training and help their friend recover. Buy him better medicines and buy him a slightly better meal than the first takeaway meal from a local fast food place.

The end of training came later than usual, or at least that was how the Barcha players felt. Everyone immediately rushed to leave. Picasso, Moro, and Ruiz went grocery shopping, Urzaiz and Bos went shopping at the pharmacy, and Espino and Gomez ordered a nice meal from a local restaurant.

Everyone rang the doorbell at Bunny's house with their bags full, after failing to find a spare key. The lock turned and everyone thought they saw a large death-looking athlete, not the decidedly shorter, cute girl with (your hair) hair.A slight blush covered the riders' cheeks when they saw the girl.

-Ehhh...Hi?" A voice broke Picasso out of his thoughts. "Emmm...H-hey. Is-s-t maybe Bunny?" They mentally curse themselves for stuttering."We have snacks.

-And dinner!

-We also brought medicines.Athletes shouted over each other and showed their full bags. Y/N just smiled seeing how her friends cared about her boyfriend.

-Bunny is still sleeping, please come in, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you-

-Oh no!No! We just wanted to see how he's doing, but I see he has a good babysitter, so we'll go now! Y/N glanced at the boys as they hurriedly left Bunny's house. Y/N smiled at the sight and closed the door thinking,that Bunny has good friends.

Meanwhile, the Barcha team, leaving Bunny's house, was only thinking about how a girl and a boy like Bunny started dating. Not that they thought Bunny was ugly, but they knew he could be extremely mean and pessimistic.

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A week later when Bunny finally recovered and was able to return to training. The moment he entered the locker, his teammates jumped at poor Kruliczek.-Bunny, you bastard!-How?!HOW DID YOU GET HER?!-WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THAT YOU HAD SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL?!Bunny wished he had recovered.

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Don't translate, copy or steal this work in any way

Thanks for reading guys. I wanted to see something with the guys from Barcha, but people don't want to write about them, so I decided to start doing it. If you've been with me for a long time, you know that I love secondary and episodic characters.

Oki bye

stellarque

your tastes are lame!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ When they realise, mid-thirst session from you, that they’re the complete opposite of your type… (and they have a crush on you!)

Stone cold as ever, SAE appears unbothered by your rambling, even if internally he is going through the five stages of grief. Good lord, can you let a nonchalant man live? Expressing emotions in such an embarrassing way is so not his thing. He communicates just fine normally so why would he need such theatrics to prove a point. He’s watching the clip you’ve sent him with mild disgust in his eyes at the main character’s cringey ass love confession. If you think he’s going to try and act like that, you’re dead wrong (u don’t even know he likes you why would you do that lmfao).

‘This is your type?’ he texts you, and is irritated when you leave him on read, only reacting to his message with an obligatory fire emoji. After a few moments of cackling on the floor, you then proceed to begin typing… only to see that your message can’t be delivered? You’ve been blocked?! With the work of spamming a few texts (and because Sae has a soft spot for you) you are graciously forgiven. For now.

BACHIRA is just the sweetest, even when faced with such a beast in front of him. He’s reaaally trying his best to remain enthusiastic in this conversation mostly led by you gushing about this new character you seem to like.

“They’re awesome, like the whole death glare thing and threatening to kill you aura is super moeful. You get what I mean right?” You delightfully explain to him.

“Ehhh~? They seem so boring! Totally not what someone as cute as you should go for!” Bachira retorts quickly, feeling threatened. While happy-go-lucky most times, he refuses to lose to this 2D monstrosity. He will beg you to reconsider. Er, mostly because he tried acting in such a way before in an attempt to catch your attention and couldn’t keep it up for longer than 2 minutes. “Oh really? Then what should be my type?”

“Like- like, someone equally cute and friendly!!!”

KAISER is currently trying to keep his cool. Key word: trying. You are testing his patience like the insolent creature you are, and unfortunately his feelings of affection for you are preventing him from bashing his head against the wall right now. He’s shooing away at the TV in a manner he hopes looks regal and a normal amount of angry, as though the screen could magically grow legs and remove itself from his presence. “What are you doing?” you whine, pawing at his back. “Move out of the way, I can’t see my angel sweetie baby from here.”

The nickname, which should be delegated to him btw, is so shitting annoying. How was he supposed to know your type would be so… dumb and cutesy? Eventually, he just can’t take it anymore and grips your wrists with his. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

You feign innocence, “Nope. Nada. I would never.” Liar. But he’ll let you get away with it this time, isn’t he so kind? Wait- ew, he’s not conforming to your standards. Kaiser isn’t threatened in the least, but ehhh… just to be on the safe side he’s making sure you never meet someone like that.

Whilst at a surface level seeming mature and dignified, LOKI is still very much a teenage boy who can act childish if he wants to. It’s embarrassing, sure, but he deserves a little credit for putting up with this farce for so long. “Who… what exactly am I looking at?” he says in response to having your phone shoved in his face. You gasp in shock horror, and rapid fire explain to him the supposed intricacies of this character, who, quite frankly, sounds like the biggest insecure asshole Loki’s ever heard of. That can’t be what he’s losing to, can it? “I urge you to reconsider.”

Obviously teasing him, you ask, “Why, you jealous?”

That struck a nerve. Julian Loki does not succumb to the infantile tantrums of humans like jealousy. Because he has nothing to be jealous of. Nope. Not at all. He’s rich and far more pleasant to be around than whatever that thing was. And you have the nerve to be smiling at him like that… then he pouts for the whole day until you make it up to him.

NAGI just hopes and prays you’ll change your mind someday. He’s too lazy to do allat.

angelicwhispersofsin

being fwb with 𝓀aiser !

smut. mdni!!!

Whatever you and Kaiser had, was strictly confidential.

You’ve known him since you two were teenagers, long before he became the emperor he is on the field, long before he strived to conquer the world.

Kaiser isn’t one to settle down and get comfortable with someone. He’s just incapable of said thing.

When you two kissed for the first time, you were just drunk silly. One thing led to another and the next day you both woke up tangled under the sheets.

That day, you and Kaiser agreed to keep things “casual”. But for Kaiser, casual wasn’t casual at all. There’s nothing casual about making out with your best friend, nothing casual about late night sex or secret hotel room bookings. Nothing casual about flying you out with him wherever he goes, keeping you at arm’s length.

He’s often never seen with you in public, he pretty much prefers to keep you a secret, however, in private… boy oh boy. Things take a huge turn in private.

He tries to be gentle with you, he really tries, yet sometimes, he’s so awful and so mean. Especially today.

After finding out you had been sneaking around with other men, something in him snapped.

“I thought—” you huffed.

“— you said — no attachment—”

You managed to blurt your words out between aggressive kisses. Pressed flush against the cold wall, your shirt had already been hiked up over your breasts. Kaiser’s large hands were kneading the soft flesh with rough desperation, his thumbs rolling relentlessly with heavy friction over your nipples.

Michael pulled back less than an inch, his hot breath fanning over your face and his teeth catching on your bottom lip with a sharp tug that made you wince. His breathing was just as ragged as yours, his eyes were blown wide and dark with pure, territorial rage.

He let out a low, mocking laugh against your open mouth, the grip on your chest tightening just enough to make you gasp.

He hummed against your neck, mouth bruising your sweet flesh. “No attachment. And yet, you let someone else look at you?”

Before you could utter a word, his hand slid up from your breast, his fingers wrapping tightly around the front of your throat and pinning your head against the wall.

“You let someone else touch what is mine?”

His grip tightened at the mere thought of anyone other than him claiming what’s his. It infuriated him. His grip was tight enough to restrict your airway, forcing shallow, desperate gasps from your lips. Your hands instinctively shot up to claw at his wrist, but his arm was like iron. He didn’t budge an inch, his fingers squeezing firmly against your windpipe.

He leaned in closer, his chest pressing flat against your bare breasts. Crushing you with his solid torso. He looked down at you with his mocking blue eyes, suffocating you with his lustful and rage-fueled gaze.

“Who was it,” he demanded, the vibration of his voice rattling against your collarbones.

“Michael—” you choked out, your voice coming out small, above a whisper. You struggled to breathe, let alone answer in a full coherent sentence. He tilted your chin up with the pressure of his thumb alone, fixing your gaze so that you were looking at him. He knew what he was doing. He knew how you liked it. He knew he’s the only one who can give you what you needed. And you knew what you were doing.

“Won’t answer, huh? Guess I just gotta fuck an answer out of you,” In a swift move, he hooked his arm under you, lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.

Kaiser’s cock had been ramming inside of you for hours, pushing you past your limits. Your back arched and your toes flexed as you wrapped your arms and legs around his torso, your fingernails digging into his skin, leaving red, angry crescents.

A creamy white ring of friction and fluids formed around the base of his hard member, his ears drank up all of the beautiful moans you were letting out just for him.

“Du bist meins,” he groaned out through gritted teeth, his bangs sticking to his forehead. The bed was drenched with sweat and cum, your legs shook around him and the room was wafting with the scent of sex. Black streaks of mascara and tears were staining your cheeks. “Say it, say it to me, liebling.”

“I— nnngghhmm — s-s’so good — hah —” you huffed out, his body pressed against yours making it hard to breathe. “— I’m all — hah yours —”

“Das ist eine gute Nutte.” His lips captured yours in a wet kiss, both your tongues dancing together as he released thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you.

Michael Kaiser had spent the rest of the night watching your chest move up and down, tucking stray hairs out of your face, adoring your relaxed features as you slept beside him, his hand holding yours, legs tangled up with his.

gumiholic

bllk men x gn!reader

(愛)

⋆˚✿˖° scaring the shi out of the blue lock men : (yes it's only four but wtv we're on some sampler sushi shi ifyk what i mean)

Isagi yoichi

While on a date with Isagi, you thought it would be funny to reenact that one scene from Obsession you saw on your FYP to freak him out.

You bring up scary movies just to see how he'd react. When he tries to derail the conversation to something less horrifying, you shake your head slowly, standing up, "No, no, no, don't do that! I thought we were having a nice date!"

Isagi jolts, "Y?N, what—we are! Uh, please sit down."

You whine, making sure to make your voice wobble to sound eerily similar to Nikki, "Why does it matter? I thought we were having a nice day!"

Isagi looks more mortified at the possibility of doing something wrong than at the stares you're currently attracting.

When you get back in the car, you tell him it was all a joke, snickering. Meanwhile, he still looks pale white, "Oh man, I thought you were serious."

Never again.

sae itoshi

Sae wakes up at 3 am to go get a drink of water. However, he quickly screams when he catches sight of you standing in the far corner of the bed, watching him in the dark. He stammers, clearly caught off guard, "Wha—what are you doing?"

Your voice breaks as you wail, "I feel like you don't love me as much as I do."

He sits up, turning on the lamp, "What do you mean? I do love you—"

"Like it's not mutual!" You cry, playing the role scarily well, to the point that he thinks you're actually serious.

So much so, he pulls you into a hug, shuddering, "I do love you. Tell me, what have I done to make you think otherwise?"

You freeze, breaking out of character, "Sae, baby, I was joking. It's from a movie."

"It's from a...movie?" He's irritated for a bit, but you bat your eyelashes prettily, and he has no choice but to forgive you.

bachira meguru

To scare Bachira, you decide that once you're both tucked up in bed, you will scream as loudly as you can.

When you scream, his eyes snap open, "WHAT IS IT!? WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"

You blink excruciatingly slowly. "What are you talking about, Meguru?"

He gestures frantically with his hands, "You just—" then drops them. "It's probably the monster getting into my head."

"Yeah, sit your schizophrenic ass down and fall asleep."

You both go back to sleep.

"..."

"AHHHHHHH—"

chigiri hyoma

"You know that shampoo you love to use, Chigiri?" You poke your head into the bathroom, watching Chigiri brush his shiny red hair.

"Yeah, what about it?" He asks, currently hyperfixated on smoothing out all the non-existent knots in his fiery tresses.

"It's discontinued."

Chigiri slowly turns around, a look of horror spreading across his face. "Say you're joking."

"Wallahi."

"Oh, my GOD. What am I supposed to use now?" He starts hyperventilating, "That was literally the only shampoo that ever worked for my hair!"

Unfortunately for Chigiri, this wasn't a prank.

a/n: ngl I would be upset if my favorite shampoo were discontinued

the first two scenarios were inspired by the movie obsession. I haven't watched it, but I've seen clips on YouTube and used what i saw in those in this. plus i know the basic plot soo...

yeah fun

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