i genuinely wish for better makeup skills bc if i cosplayed bunny iglesias, i’d make him look like a random femboy that would come across ur tiktok fyp 😭
a/n: if it wasn't obvious yet, yes i am filo >:3 very self indulgent
translator was used, grammatical errors ahead!
this man really loves cooking with you, or for you. no matter how different spanish and filipino cuisine and flavors are, he'd really enjoy eating both culture's food. (he loves kaldereta)
"¿has visto mi camiseta?" (have you seen my shirt?) "...i only understood kamiseta..." "cariño. my shirt."
everyday is a constant cycle of teaching words from each other's languages. and despite the similarities between them, you still couldn't pick up half of what he says. but you do understand the basic words like baño, sapatos, etc. (aka words you'd normally use in tagalog)
"paabot ng kutsara." (pass me a spoon) and immediately, a spoon is handed to you.
there is an ongoing joke about you apologizing to your ancestors whenever you'd tell him you love him. he makes those jokes too sometimes. "better say sorry now."
insert constant arguments about how spicy you'd both want on your dishes— he prefers savory foods, and you like spicier stuff (probably).
he has travelled to the philippines probably once or twice. he would survive (hopefully), thanks to taglish. (he would def survive being alone in chavacano provinces)
would complain from philippine summers. "¿45 grados en verano? ¿en serio?" (45 degrees in summer? seriously?) "sí."
video game nights are a tragedy. just 5 rounds of 1v1 games and the word "puta" will be said more than 20 times #trust
expect extra filthy dirty talk in spanish WHO SAID THAT
if blue lock characters never encountered soccer...?
what if soccer was only a high school hobby that they never truly pursued?
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university students
after countless marks in high school that were concerningly low, these guys may have had the final decision on getting a degree. it was quite tough coming from being a well known soccer kid, to being well known for cramming final exam reviews, but they're working on it! just a few more years until he gets that beloved diploma
being athletes in high school definitely boosted their fame, and even got them some sponsorship deals despite not being 100% in agreeance into doing the work (probably). it pays well though! late nights at the studio just to have photoshoots, major event invitations, sponsorships— it paid their rent, so it's all good for them. (or maybe they got famous for being too funny (or for their thirst traps... otoya 👁️))
this guy didnt really want to get a degree (thought it was too much studying again) and ended up working at a local cafe instead. it was different from the atmosphere they were used to— no more cheering crowds, no more fans squealing for autographs, and no more annoying teammates blasting their ear drums— life was great! it was quiet in the cafe no matter how many people were in it, just the guy brewing drinks while listening to the quiet hums of the cafe's speakers.
bunny, rin (?), bachira
a/n: i have a lot of hear me outs on here,,, but likeeee barista bachira??? pschology major kaiser??? kinesiology nerd barou???? i was gonna put skater boy shidou too but idk what to say abt that guy tbh
contains: michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, yukimiya kenyu, oliver aiku, otoya eita, karasu tabito, sendou shuto, vivian hugo
could be ooc. i am half asleep writing this
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model x make up artist
there was something different about the model you were doing make up on. maybe it was the fact that he was so still, almost seeming like you were painting on such an expensive mannequin, or maybe it was how his eyes stared into yours. it wasn't unusual for your models to look at you, though most times you’d think they were judging your hyperfocused expression.
the studio lights were the same as always, making the room feel so hot and stuffy despite the many units of air conditioning. the first break came up and you found yourself standing in front on your model once more, receiving the same look in his eyes as your hands busied themselves on retouches after all that sweating. it felt weird— the tinge and the slight tingle in your chest felt weird.
but you ended up smiling at the end of the week when an email came in, hiring you to be the make up artist for the model you glammed up. the pay was nice, but so was the fact that you’ll get to work for a beautiful face— one that you’d already fallen in love working with.
ᯓ★ m. kaiser, b. iglesias, y. kenyu
he fell first, he fell harder
he had a reputation, and it had people getting mixed feelings for him. he may be a popular guy in the sports circle, but definitely does not have the cleanest record in romance, being a player and all. just one small thing you did one day had him do a complete 180°.
it was a typical day at the stadium. players sweaty, fans screaming their lungs out, and here were you, looking gorgeous as you wore a radiant smile. too bad it wasn’t directed to him. you spoke to and congratulated your friend who happened to be his teammate. at that moment did it become his new personal goal to know your name.
during the next day of training, he’d suddenly start a conversation with this friend of yours: weird. once the questioned was opened, your friend was quite hesitant, fully aware of his history with women and dating. okay, time to resort to stalking his teammate’s personal instagram. et voila! he found your profile and— geez, even your name was pretty. with an introductory message (that went to spam that was left unread for a week), he finally understood why men start worshipping their ladies.
you already had him on a leash from the first sight of you that day at the stadium. and not gonna lie, it was nice getting every bit of his attention <3
tumblr’s restricted from my country LMFAOAOAOAOAOAO going on hiatus again and imma hope the restriction get lifted cuz i can’t do a lotta stuff on my phone 😭🙏
Can you write something about Tamon’s Yamihara (yandere side)? Like honestly anything at all.
yandere tamon hcs
he is a big yandere towards you even though he’s not overtly obsessive over you
his yandere tendencies are usually kept on the down low, but it starts becoming noticeable after someone voices their romantic interests towards you.
whenever you’d stay over his apartment, he’d often plead you to stay longer.
tamon tries to go to a festival with you at times, and trust. he's always looking at you, and always looking around (just in case a certain grumpy 16 year old tries anything)
often times, whenever f/ace comes over, especially when ori's over, tamon always— ALWAYS— has a hand gripping your sleeve and tugging you closer to him, making distance between you and anyone else.
tamon wouldn't even realize his posessive tendencies, nor does he realize that his feelings towards you were the farthest from platonic. but it's okay, he doesn't care too much— tamon just wants to be with you! screw labels!
he hears ori has a big crush on you? oh, he's boiling on the inside. tamon doesn't talk back a lot, but when he does, you know something is up.
him paying you extra just so you stay with him for longer before going to ori's place for your job, him "coincidentally" bumping into you at the mall, him showing off that you two are "close friends"
^ he likes ragebaiting ori. and he lives for the thought of him having a bigger chance of having you to himself
it's worth mentioning that he tried multiple laundry detergents just so his clothes could smell like you all the time. you notice soon after, but he made excuses saying that it was cheaper than the others. definitely not because he misses you a lot and associates you with that specific smell.
tamon would also charm your family whenever he'd come over. if your family likes him, surely you'll like him too and give him a chance? who cares if he's actually a posessive freak? he's a sweet guy! everybody can see that!
it's been a while since i wrote something, oops. uni's been hard fucking me in the ass, so i went into a hiatus unannounced TvT. i haven't even caught up to the anime anymore either bc of how busy i was, so i think this is a bit ooc ueueueue :'3
bllk characters w/ an s/o who likes glamming up their nails
contains: michael kaiser, oliver aiku, charles chevalier
: established relationship (kaiser, aiku), childhood friends (charles), fem!reader, might be ooc for charles
a/n: you can tell i speedran this on my phone bcs this was NOT proofread
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michael kaiser
it was a random saturday at our house when he decided to come over. 5 weeks. five entire weeks since your last meeting with your favorite nail lady. your nails held up real well despite how faded out and outgrown they were.
seated on your bed, you stared at your nails, phone in the other hand and ready to shoot your nail lady a text. “what should i do for the next set?” you sighed. “basic frenchies…? cat eye…? hm…”
“you should at least put my jersey number on there.” he chimed in, his blue eyes staring dead straight into his phone screen as he watched his performance in a recent game he played. weird. he never really cared about your nails, not once commented on them either, so what was he up to?
“... are you gonna pay fo—”
“i’m not stupid enough to make a stupid request and expect you to pay.”
“well—...” you just shrugged. typical of him, kinda?
the day of the nail appointment came and all he said was “surprise me, liebe.” he had training, so inviting him to the appointment was out of the question, really. sadly.
but, oh heavens did your nail tech eat down! (again) best believe you left her studio with possibly the best blue nails you’ve ever had on your fingertips, and a happy wallet. micha paid for the set, wink wink.
if you’re happy with the set, imagine him! and yeah, it doesn’t go unnoticed how much he’s suddenly holding your hand during a dinner date the following night— he’s been staring at the “10” on your ring fingernail for a while now— the whole night actually.
oliver aiku
oliver liked seeing you glammed up, even going as far as to buying you multiple luxury brand cosmetics and clothing. saint laurent? look in your shoe cabinet. hermes bags? ysl perfumes? all you need is to mention them one singular time, and he’s already handing you his card.
“can’t let ‘ya walk around without feeling a little fancy. splurge, i’ll pay.” he’d say with a nasty grin like the usual. you can’t even argue with him about not wanting expensive stuff when he just stares you dead in the eyes with a small grin with a subtle tinge of pleading with his gaze. oliver was always willing to spend for you and give you a luxurious life, and not once have you ever held your wallet during dates either— he pays before you could even touch your bag. safe to say that this man will pay for your nail appointments, and he does so every month.
on the day of your appointment, he had training, but you promised to show him your new nails when you get home.
at your place where he’d always crash after training, you were waiting for him as you ate some donuts. dinner with him was quiet yet comforting. he’d ask how the appointment went, what you gossiped about with your nail lady, and the kind of stuff the two of you brainstormed for you new set of claws.
at night, when he decided to sleep over, oliver would find himself cuddled with you. his arms wrapped around your waist, his face stuffed against your chest as your legs tangled with his. during times like this, oliver thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of your nails brushing against his hair as he slept.
the evening with him was spent with quiet mutters about how his day went and gentle scratches to his soft hair.
“your nails feel nice.” his voice quietly chimed, savoring the sensations.
“and your hair feels soft, can’t help it.”
“thanks to your shampoo.”
“you used mine?”
“i’ll buy you another bottle when you run out of it, yeah?” and before you could say anything back, soft snores filled your ears as his stable breathing tickled your skin. you merely smiled at the big muscly man cuddled up to you, snoring after gentle head scratches and the sound of your sweet voice.
charles chevalier
charles was a weird guy. sure, you two grew up together, have spent so much time together, but his peculiar ways made you so much happy and smiley memories growing up. it was a quiet summer when you were on your bedroom floor painting your nails. school was quite strict when it came to painted nails, so summer vacations were the only time you got to paint them.
as you let the polish dry for a while, charles barged in with a small box, his voice filling up the entire room. “i got some macarons!”
“i thought you had training?”
“hehe, don’t tell anyone i skipped!” with a devilish grin, he settled down onto the floor across me and opened up the box to reveal delicious macarons from the pastry shop near school. their macarons were the best! the old man at the shop was so nice too, offering you two warm cups of hot chocolate one time when you and charles had to run for the shade when it rained.
“how’re you gonna be the best player if you keep skipping?” your argument made him freeze.
“it’s a one time thing!”
“nuh uh!”
“yuh uh!”
the childish bickering resulted in a fit of chuckles before he shoved a macaron into his eager mouth, soon melting at the taste. it seemed really yummy, so your hand reached into the box to steal a piece.
“your nails are yellow!”
“yeah, ‘cuz i painted them, dummy.” biting into the macaron instantly made you melt from how good it was, instantly chowing down on that piece. “sho good!” you cheered amidst chewing.
charles, still admiring the polished nails with a slightly gaped mouth, asked if he could decorate them with you. “just promise me you won’t mess them up.”
“you’re not the boss of me!”
“then i’m not letting you!”
“fine, i won’t!”
and for the first time ever, you two spent the entire afternoon on your floors putting on weird stickers on your nails, chowing down on some macarons, and shouting at him for insisting on putting a cute devil sticker on your pinky. “why that one?”
“it’s me!” >:3
you kept the sticker and it lasted for a week before the polish peeled off. well, time to call charles over for another nail painting day!