CHR𔓕S?!

"kys" not until I save Gotham City from the bad guys (the grind never stops)

[meowmaii]

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ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

@mᥱowmᥲιι ──★ ˙ ̟ 🪡 !! : ᯓ carrd ! ,,

. . .ㅤㅤminor 𖹭 South Indian ,, 𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆ms; gow: r, bleach, blue lock

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑰𝑴. ‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

[robinofgothamcity]

“But tonight, you belong to me.”

Character: Chris Prince

Fandom: Blue Lock

Authors note: LMFAO I HAD TO ASK MY BOYFRIEND SO MUCH ABOUT SOCCER RECENTLY BC I BLUE LOCK’D SO HARD ON TIKTOK THAT I’M GETTING MANCHESTER CITY EDITS AND I EXCLUSIVELY ONLY WATCH MLB AND FORMULA ONE LMFAOOOOOOO anywayyy, here’s a small Chris Prince blurb bc why tf not???

“Don’t start with your bullshit Lavinho, I’m not playing babysitter just because you and Marc decided to go out drinking tonight,” you said as you stared at the two men with a wicked look of anger on your face. Marc, who was admittedly sitting down, his eyes being covered by his bandana, shook his head to try and convince you, “Marc, Lavinho, the answer is still no.”

Being the head trainer for masters sometimes came with its unnecessary downfalls, one of them being this very situation you were in with Marc and Lavi. You had known Lavi for years and grew to be like a sister to him so when he came up to you, asking to accompany him, Marc, and Chris on a night out, you knew that this meant you’d be playing babysitter for the three morons.

“Why did I get stuck watching the three musketeers? I’m literally your trainer, not your mother,” before any of them could respond, you felt a heavy body on top of yours, “Chris, you have about six seconds before I grab you by the arm and body slam you.”

Although you were the trainer for all five masters, you had a weird complicated relationship with the Manshine City player. You knew all about Chris Prince and it was hard not to when he constantly flaunted himself around the different stratum’s like he was god himself.

While you did admire his skill and his very attractive features, his personality was a complete turn off. The way he felt like he could get anyone he wanted, the way he would pester you about taking you out on a date, and the way he would follow you around the hallways in order to talk to you would drive you up a wall.

Before any of the three could continue to argue, you had been pulled aside by Noel to help him with a few things regarding his team. The two men surrounding Chris couldn’t help but laugh at his very unamused face. They could sense his jealousy a mile away and while you felt like his ‘crush’ on you was nothing more than a joke to him, he felt quite the opposite. He had been attracted to you for quite a while, even before this Blue Lock project, and when he heard that you were joining their staff as head trainer, he felt like he was the luckiest man in the world.

“see, maybe Noel is a good fit for her! Not too loud, not surrounded by too many girls, just the perfect man for my unadopted sister,” Lavinho joked, hoping to piss off the Englishman. Chris immediately went to jump on him before Marc could jump between the two of them, “stop, she’s coming back this way and if you don’t stop, you’ll look more of an idiot than usual,” Marc muttered under his breath.

You continued to stare at Lavi and Marc who were now on their knees dramatically, begging you even, to join them tonight.

“If I have to attend this stupid night out, you three are buying every single drink tonight,” the three men agreed as Marc and Lavi high fived each other. You knew the bond you had with Marc and Lavi was more of a sister/brother feeling so you knew the only trouble you’d get tonight would be from Chris who was now staring at you with a shit eating grin, “I’ll see you later tonight,” he whispered into your ear with amusement all over his voice.

-

You had asked Lavi to pick you up from the hotel you had been staying at. They put all of upper management and trainers into one specific hotel and while you were happy that you were away from all the chaos that was Blue Lock, you felt a bit lonely at times. You didn’t speak much to other trainers as you were a trainer for American teams prior to joining Blue Lock but because you had done a small stint with Brazil’s national team, that’s how you got to know Lavinho.

You heard a loud knock on the door insinuating that your three pain in the asses were at your door. Y

You had chose a semi tight black dress with gold heels to match for the night. Since you were constantly wearing the Blue Lock team kit, you couldn’t help but admit that you had to hunt down a store to provide your nightly attire.

“Say anything and I’ll shove the three of you down the stairs and Blue Lock will not have three of their fiver masters,” you stated as you opened the door. Marc and Lavi started laughing as Chris stared at you in surprise, “wow, look at you finally putting effort into yourself,” Lavinho said as you went to punch him in the arm.

“Let’s go, I want to come back and go to bed,” you said as you made sure to follow the three men to their borrowed car. Chris had made it a plan to stick by you for most of the night, not wanting any man to come near you, “you look amazing darling,” he said as you stared at him in confusion. You had no idea if he was joking or not but a part of you felt like he wasn’t.

The club was a city over from where your apartment was. You had heard of it from other trainers who had made their way over there for a night out. You hadn’t been out in what felt like ages and as soon as you stepped out of the car, you noticed a few cameras snapping photos of the four of you.

The music was blaring through the speakers of the club as you and Lavi immediately started to dance. Chris became confused as Marc couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden confusion, “oh Chris, you have so much to learn about the love of your life. Her and Lavinho were known party animas in Brazil. Anytime they were traveling together, they were most likely seen at a club that night. Their party days are legendary some would say,” Marc said as he took a sip of his beer.

Chris could tell that Marc wasn’t lying. You were already in the middle of the dance floor, Lavinho right next to you dancing like you had been here all night.

“Wasn’t she just complaining like thirt minutes ago about not wanting to be here?” Chris asked. Marc shook his head in amusement, “she’s a party girl at heart, every club in Brazil still probably knows who she is.”

You couldn’t help but make your way back to the bar a few hours later, seeing Chris sitting on a stool and taking in the scene. You were already on your fourth beet of the night and you could feel like surging through your body, “the Chris Prince is sitting down and not dancing with some poor chick?” You screamed into his ear as you danced to the music that was playing as you waited for your drink.

“The only girl I want to dance with his busy with her clubbing partner,” he replied as he noticed Lavinho now dancing with a girl who he just met. As you grabbed your beer from the bartender, you heard one of your favorite songs starting to play, “oh my god, hold this,” you screamed as you gave him your beer and your small purse.

As you were practically sprinting to the dance floor, you felt Chris not too far behind you. You felt yourself lose your footing and start to fall to the floor but thankfully Chris was right behind you and grabbed you by the waist to catch your fall. You looked up to Chris and through your own dumb drunk thoughts gave him a kiss on the cheek, “thanks.”

From that point on, Chris made it his mission to stay by you now that Lavinho had strayed away. You were dancing with a few girls that were around you and every time a man tried to approach you, he gave them one look and they were on their merry way back to where they came from.

“We should head back to the hotel,” you slurred into his ear as you started to hang off his shoulder, “we all have work in the morning and I’ll be damned if those kids get on my damn nerves tomorrow morning.” Chris couldn’t help but laugh as he knew that you were scheduled to work with Manshine for the day, “take me away Chris!” You screamed as you jumped into his arms.

Chris immediately grabbed you and carried you bridal style through the crowd of club-goers, “whatever you want love,” he replied as pushed the entrance doors open.

He knew that Lavinho and Marc would eventually find their own way home as he was more concerned about getting you home safely. The drive back to your hotel was filled with you saying whatever popped into your head and Chris agreeing, half the reason being because he couldn’t understand what you were saying.

Once the hotel came into view, he knew that he didn’t have to carry you this way but he grabbed you by the legs and carried you bridal style once again through the hotel hallways until you both got into your hotel room. You immediately crashed onto the couch as you felt yourself starting to fall asleep.

“Sweet dreams love,” Chris said as he placed his blazer over you and made his way out the door. He knew you’d be at the English Stratum bright and early tomorrow morning, regardless of how you felt, and he knew that with you having his jacket and the small kiss you gave him on the cheek at the club, he was getting a lot closer to you than he realized and he was not complaining in the slightest.

[meowmaii]

I REALLY need someone to make a fic where (if possible fem) reader is jealous of blonde blazer cus she caught her resting her head on robert and Robert is reader's man and rob didn't introduce reader to her and reader is pissed off (but doesn't show it cus she's just too hurt) and it ends in an argument (not in front of blonde blazer) and reader ends up crying cus of the argument AND ITS ALL ANGSTY (but pls put comfort in the end 😔)

[dottoresegment22]

NOT ME GETTING JEALOUS OVER PIXELS WORHWKTJNHNG

Man, i hate that robert canonically attracts people in game cuz then i get so petty over it 😭😭😭😭

[meowmaii]

YALL I REALISED ITS HALLOWEEN FOR YALL

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONEE

[axxxrael]

he looks SO good here ugh

[meowmaii]

CAN I SAY SOMETHING

[kosmogrl]

[meowmaii]

So tired and sleepy

[meowmaii]

pookie hiiii its been ages are u doing okayyyyy :((((( 🫂🫂🫂🫂

SKYYYY HIIIIIIII 😭😭😭

life has been life as usual and most of my issues haven't been solved and rhrhrhvdurb Ive been getting more and more prone to getting tired and socially and emotionally burnt out and I've been feeling more and more lonely and being with the type of people Im with irl isn't helping at all 😭😭😭 but ehhh this will pass I hope and I hope I get into a better situation with better friends that will help me heal but AY ATLEAST I HAVE U AND OUR MOOTIES!!!

AND HOW HAS SCHL AND LIFE BEEN GOING BBYYYYY and I lowk just realised you're closer to my cousin sister's age MY POOKIE 😭😭

[meowmaii]

This is chandy george kandithara

[neeeooon]

childhood friends to lovers troupe w kaiser 😭😭🤍

almost got super sad w this but decided to make it fun i hope you enjoy! (crack, few mentions of his past, the events of the bastard munchen x pxg game are changed slightly)

the last time you saw michael kaiser, you thought he was being arrested by the police and thrown in jail for life.

you assisted him in his thieving ways after your parents caught you taking food from the pantry to sneak to him and yelled at you. you were ten and didn’t see much other options than to commit crimes with your best friend.

so, when you saw said friend get dragged from his house, bleeding and in handcuffs, you panicked and ran to turn yourself in as an accomplice. it didn’t matter that you were older now and liable, you only worried that kaiser would be lonely by himself.

skip ahead to now, where you’re yelling at your roommate to turn the tv down so you can study for an exam. she didn’t listen (you doubted she could hear you over the blaring cheers from the screen), so you stood up to ask her again in a firmer tone.

and when you looked to see what she was getting so excited about, your eyes met the brilliant blues that belonged to your childhood friend.

you pointed at the screen, bewildered. “he’s supposed to be in prison!”

your friend’s eyes darted back and forth. surely she misheard you. surely you weren’t pointing at the michael kaiser, emperor of the field.

but you were insistent. “how do i contact them?! i’m flying to japan.”

“wha..?”

two days later, and you’re standing in the stands watching bastard munchen play pxg.

you couldn’t pull your gaze away from the blond on the field. he looked different than he had back then: broader all around, his hair clean and dyed blue at the tips. he held himself tall with confidence rather than how he’d been back home in germany.

he wasn’t in prison. he was a damn superstar.

you fled from the stands as soon as the game was called, slipping through the chaotic screams and cheers to run down to where the players would be as they returned to the locker rooms. your body was bigger now than when you were ten and dodging clerks, but you managed to avoid everyone just fine as you waited for kaiser to appear.

and he did, alight with some invisible energy that raised the hairs on your arms. his fists were clenched at his sides, but you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting, “micha!”

immediately, the energy dispersed. kaiser froze for a solid three seconds before whirling toward the sound of your voice, his blue eyes wide and unblinking as he feverously scanned you over.

your name was a question as it left him, quiet and unsure. you hadn’t moved, not wanting to startle him or the teammates who had been ignoring the two of you thus far.

your hands pressed together as you stared at him. his face twisted, like he wanted to smile but wasn’t entirely sure how. not quite used to the action. it made your heart flutter despite how silly he looked. he’d make the same expression when you first met as children, facial muscles quivering with disuse.

“hey,” you greeted shakily, standing still as he approached you. without warning, kaiser reached and took your face between his hands, hunching over slightly as he hurriedly ran his eyes over every line, crevice, mark there.

his pink lips parted once before splitting into the biggest, goofiest grin you’d ever seen. “you’re here.”

you heard the tremble of a laugh in his voice and reached up to cover his hands with yours. “i thought you were in jail.”

michael laughed so hard he had to lean his forehead against yours to keep upright, his thumb caressing your skin gingerly, as if making sure you were still there behind his laughter-shut eyes.

“no,” he explained gently after composing himself. he straightened, and you missed the warmth of him despite the sweat and grime from the game. “i made a deal with some people and channeled my angst into football. what do you think?”

you raised a brow. “of your game?”

michael nodded, and it almost reminded you of a puppy. you were slapped with a memory of when you were children, him curling into you to fight off the shivers as you patted his matted blond hair like you would a puppy.

your hand moved on its own as it ran over his sweat-damp scalp, nails scraping gently in a way that had kaiser blinking wildly before melting against you.

“you were fantastic,” you said through a soft smile, blushing when michael’s hands slip from your face to your sides, his thumbs pressing into your ribs as his fingers splayed toward your spine. “but i could tell you are still my micha. you wanted to hit that teammate if yours with the ball, didn’t you? number 11?”

michael flushed under the accusation. “maybe… but he is annoying.”

“you’d go to prison for real this time.”

he tightened his grip on your waist, tugging you close to where he could rest his chin on your shoulder. “i’ll be careful, now that you remember me.”

flutters erupted in your veins, and you hesitated for only a second before wrapping your arms around him. kaiser had always avoided your hugs when you were children. thinking back, you couldn’t remember having your arms around him a single time.

“i never forgot,” you whispered by his ear before letting your head rest against his. “you’re the jerk who had me thinking i got you caught and sent to jail all this time.”

he laughed after you did, quickly realizing you weren’t actually mad. you nuzzled your head against his once more before reluctantly pulling away, heart clenching when he took a few seconds to do the same.

when michael asked if you were studying in japan, you explained (extremely red) that you’d bought a ticket without thinking after seeing him on tv. “i’m in school, now, back home. trying to change my delinquent ways~”

michael’s smile was slow and soft at the corners. “this was our last game for blue lock. i’ll be returning to germany within the week.”

“you better come see me,” you blurted before thinking, and michael’s head tipped slightly as he laughed.

“here,” he said, reaching a hand out for your phone. “give me your new number, and i’ll be sure to treat you for all the meals we missed as children.”

[meowmaii]

@philosophist-forever ANOTHA ONE

[wondeurland]

imagine you're getting married to kaiser and even though you're the bride, it's him that turns into an absolute bridezilla.

initially, you thought it'd just be a small event between you and him—just going down to city hall and be done with it—but when you had sleepily confessed to him one quiet night as he played with your fingers that maybe in another life, you'll get a traditional wedding, kaiser's determined to make sure you get what you want in this one.

and this guy kinda goes a bit bonkers. he's got everything planned in meticulous detail in this binder he carries around everywhere with all the information one could possibly need—vendor info, list of caterers, drafts of the schedule for d-day. at first, you think it's sweet, that he's going all the way for you and him. until he goes... a little too far.

he once grossly spat out his bite of a sample black forest cake right in front of the baker. "this is an insult to germany itself. never bake this again if you know what's best for you."

"i thought i asked for silk tablecloth with the chiffon runner?" he seethed at one caterer, grabbing the fabric and bunching it in his fist. "you thought you could fool me with this cheap-ass polyester?"

"i don't give a single shit if they're out of season," he cussed at one of the florists over the phone. "get me those tan hua flowers for my wedding or so god help me."

the list of caterers in his binder grows narrower and narrower—with some of their services slashed by kaiser due to "incompetence"(kaiser's words, not yours) or they flat-out refused to provide service to you due your fiance's temperament.

you tell him multiple times that this doesn't have to be a big event he has to stress over, that all you want is for you to tie the knot and to devote yourself to each other, but all kaiser does is kiss your forehead and tell you that he's got it covered.

"what kind of husband would i be if i didn't make my beloved's wishes come true, mein schatz?"

[meowmaii]

@philosophist-forever 🌝

[meowmaii]

Holy shit I just did a 3 min plank

[unknownsvoid]

RIN WHO GOT A NOSEBLEED THE FIRST TIME YOU TWO KISSED!

content warnings: ooc rin? very cracky and fluffy!

Rin never experienced a relationship before you. It was just him and soccer and trying to be number one. He didn't care for relationships. He really cared about football. Made him feel more lively.

That was until he met you.

You two bonded almost immediately when you first met – almost. He was still resistant – careful, making sure you wouldn't push past his boundaries like the majority of people do, which technically you did, but you kept it sweet and simple. You stepped over his boundaries, but not enough for him to act hostile against you, but enough for him to be slightly annoyed then for it to slowly evolve into getting used to it.

Time passes, and you guys go from casual friends to best friends to best friends with a little bit of tension.

He tested the waters a bit, occasionally flirting with you to see if you'd do it it back, which you did. It was "friendly" banter, till you started doing more than playful flirting. You started with hugging him a longer than you should be; you started kissing his cheek, sitting on his lap while he played horror games, cuddling into his chest whenever you got a little too scared.

At first, he didn't think too much of it. You're his friend, after all? Maybe you just got a little more comfortable with him these past couple of months, but the more you did it, the more the little fuzzy feeling in his chest grew.

He developed feelings for you.

Weeks went by, and he couldn't stop thinking about you. You plagued his mind.

He's eating? He's thinking about the time you guys scoffed down cake together. He's playing horror games? He's thinking about the time you two would play together, and screams of absolute terror would come out of your mouth, and he'd make fun of you for it. He's going for a walk? He's thinking about how you two would be snickering the whole time while walking. It's so bad he's lost sleep over it, thinking about how much he misses your touch.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted to confess to you and get it over and done with. You don't like him? Fine. If you do? Then, cool.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You weren't exactly expecting to get such a random text from Rin telling you to meet up with him near the local park. It wasn't like him to make plans out of the blue. Normally, that's what you do, but he's your best friend. You trust him. Hopefully, it's actually him and not a kidnapper, though!

You end up meeting with a very flustered Rin sitting on the bench, cheeks redder than the time be accidentally tripped over a rock and fell face first into the concrete in front of multiple people.

You plop down next to him with a dramatic sigh, "What's up? Why are you so red? Like super red, too. You're not sick, are you? Not gonna give me your nasty, icky germs?"

He just stares at you, face still red, but blanked face.

You pause and gasp, "Oh fuck! This is a serious Rinnie moment, isn't it? I fucked it up! Redo! Redo!" You squeal, shaking your hands in a frantic, exaggerated way.

You clear your throat, "You okay, Rin? Why did you text me so out of the blue?"

He swallows, trying to fix his dry throat, "Wanted to talk to you. About something."

You stare at him before panicking, "Oh my gosh! I never thought this day would come? No way! No way! No way! You're ending our friendship?"

He stares at you with eyes wide with shock, "What the fuck? No! I wanted to confess to you! I like you?!"

Then you both tense up, staring into each other's eyes for what feels wayyyy longer than a minute before you speak up, "You... like me?"

"Well– yeah? Suppose so. I guess? But, you know, if you don't like me back, that's okay! We could just be friends? I'm sorry. I made this weird, didn't I? Look, we don't have to be friends if this whole situation made you feel extra weird– mphm–" You cut him off by pressing a firm, but gentle, kiss against his lips. He jolts and stays frozen for a good moment before reciprocating the kiss back.

The kiss hold for a moment before you feel something wet against your cupids bow. You pull away, touching your lip, and then staring at your fingers. Blood?

You look back at Rin, and now you know why. His nose was bleeding – full on bleeding. "Rin. Your nose is bleeding."

"Huh? Oh shit– shitshitshitshitshit–"

author's note: this is so goofy. i love and hate it

[satyriconmp3]

i love being friendly and i want to be alone all day believe it or not you cannot do both

[milk-violet]

[meowmaii]

Enthina ponnu sothona vedhena sahikkanne mutta thailam thechu vekku thayoli