꒰ঌ ꨄ ໒꒱ About me; nisha` she/her` british jamaican` eighteen` blue!lock feign` studying to be a lawyer` r&b & kpop enthusiast` ness's baddie gf
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so, i haven't been on this account or my main in about a month which was due to a lot of de-motivation, college stuff and my personal life. My kind of last straw for dropping this account was my lost passion for writing and the fact that a few weeks ago i lost my now ex-best friend of five years to a very petty argument between us and some disrespectful things she did that i couldn't let side.
so because of some of these factors, i've decided ultimately leave this account behind and try to heal as much as i can. i won't promise me coming back as thats unfair and unsure if i even will, but if i do come back it will be on my own terms and not for a very long time.
thank you for all of those who enjoy my writing and have interacted me since i've started this journey, i won't forget any of you and hope you all stay blessed.
hey guys! just wanted to make an announcement about a few thingsss
i'm gonna be closing my requests so i can focus on the ones in my inbox (around like 40 rn combined for both accs) so i won't have the added stress of more flowing in while i'm still working on other's.
also, i'm sorry to say but my hyper-fixation of blue lock is dying rapidly, or should i say its basically dead atp and my flame is rekindled somewhere else (jjk i'm looking at you...) so after i finish my requests i may just stop posting on both accounts altogether. my plan is to achieve this account and just leave this one alone after i finish all my requests. (which i'm trying to aim for the end of august but idk bc i'm burnt out and my motivation is like 📉.)
THIS DOES NOT MEAN BTW I'M GOING TO LEAVE AND STOP POSTING FOREVER!!!! I'll definitely be coming back, probably mid start of september, as i'm starting education again and will be busy. but i'll be writing for jjk only. (surprise!!!).
listen as much as i don't care for the haters and what not about the dark content i do, if you see my posts and you don't like the tags, don't read it, simple. at the end of the day you sending hate is not gonna change the fact i'm writing it and i'm going to continue to write it with or without your negative imput. your wasting my time and your own, dont like = dont read and / or block me.
tjhis is a random question but how did u decide on ur username? :3
(unrelated but i love ur profile aesthetic its saurrrr cute 🤭)
─ 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ̟ Hi doll as much as i wished it was entertaining i think the reasoning is pretty boring 😭 before i posted on tumblr it was my username for different social media as when i was younger i thought the meme quandale dingle was hilarious and i just kept it the same when i made my account here, but when i started posting i just forgot to change it and decided to keep it loll
thank you babe i try to keep my aesthetic girly but unique :p
calling an ambulance at 01:27am because you told yourself 'just one more' to the cigarette packet in your pocket even though you’ve had severe asthma since childhood, as a consequence you have a coughing fit not even your inhaler can fix.
but all of a sudden your initial panic flies out the window as you answer the door, a really handsome paramedic and his partner stepping in. a face card your mother would unbashfully walk up to and show the best picture of you in her camera roll, sprouting a bit about you in hopes of gaining a future son–in–law.
you're shamelessly staring at itoshi sae as he measures your blood pressure, only when he snaps his fingers in your face do you pay attention to what he's been asking you.
"what did you do?" god, even his voice is hot.
"i smoked...a cigarette." you murmur dumbly, trying to ignore the heat of embarrassment in your cheeks at the raise of his eyebrows as he continues to assess you. you become acutely aware of how ridiculous your reasoning is for even calling, instead trying to focus on the stethoscope placed on your chest.
his next words are low, simple, as if uttering them to a child. "smoking is bad for you."
"and i want your number. like...bad."
you don't know where the sudden confidence came from, but it seemed to be a hit, because even though he rolled his eyes and shook his head, you could see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. you think he's not interested until after the door closes behind him. you realise the cigarettes are now gone from your purse, only a fast scribbled note with numbers accompanying them.
"my number, call once you've stopped harming your pretty lungs."
you very much ignore rin when sae breaks up with you, not out of pettiness but just to cut off everything that brings you pain associated with him, that unfortunately included sae's little brother, too.
you know rin has a crush on you, even before you dated sae.
he doesn't stop uncharacteristically bothering you though, and soon enough you let him in, gently, reluctant every step of the way.
it starts with the sweet tarts at the bakery he knows you like, then it's picking you up from locations when you have no way home and no one will let you crash at theirs. his familiar sea–blue eyes suddenly stop feeling so agonising every time you look at them, as if your brain is finally seeing the difference between their owners and how they carry them.
then, it’s going out, just to get coffee–to catch up, ask him how he feels about getting closer and closer to becoming the world's best striker.
and then it's when you find out sae's dating the girl he always told you not to worry about; his fresh new instagram story blowing up, his head on her shoulder as they watch the april fireworks.
that's when rin's shoes are messily placed outside your house, his coat quickly discarded on the floor as he takes your crumpled form on the couch in his arms.
he thinks you cried for hours, you've never sobbed this much, not even when sae broke up with you. he guesses the betrayal is worse, and all he does is awkwardly hold you, too scared to let go in case you break any more.
but you slowly heal. and rin doesn't talk to sae for a long time–and maybe it's because he's too focused on you. rin can only describe the light coming back to your eyes like a fresh breath of air, crisp and light in the lungs. he adores your laugh–as much as you call it ugly, to him he can only describe it like wind chimes, soundful and sweet. he wonders if you've ever looked at him like this before, or it's something new blossoming, something you or him don't realise yet.
it's a cold autumn morning when sae comes back alone, his suitcase heavy, the sound of it scraping against the pavement deafening.
he gets to the bridge of his childhood memories before his tired eyes widen at the sudden sight in front of him.
your nimble fingers fixing rin's scarf, your nose, cheeks and lips rosie from the kissing cold like he remembers. your lips are moving, maybe singing whatever song was playing in the wired earphones you were sharing together. rin holds his eyes on your face, observing you like you hung the moon and the stars, ever something close to how you used to look at him.
rin leans down to capture your lips with his, slow and sugary, and sae thinks he finally realises what he's lost.
step—brother bachira who you grew up with sheltered and isolated in a cottage in the country side and the physical fights you would have when you were older that would end with his hands in your pants.
pookie pookie pretty please more ness kaiser and reader throuple like. headcannons? are perhaps how they got together in the first place??!.... ilysm i hope u dont go bald <3
─ 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ̟ of course babydoll xoxo :D
you met ness first, and it's only because you accidentally spill your mojito all down his shirt at a random house party. your tipsy and really, really apologetic, in fact, your so apologetic you drag him into the girls bathroom despite his protests. you loudly announce to any of the other girls huddled in their that, no, he's not a creep, you just ruined his outfit.
you spend the next few minutes slurring sorry's and rambling in between drying his shirt with a handful of toilet paper. and he lets you, one, because he feels bad, and two, you're really, really gorgeous.
He hopes he's not sweating too much, and when he thinks it's done and dusted, and that your empathy would run out, you stick by him the rest of the night. he didn't know–but you weren't about to pass this opportunity to sweet talk (your way into his pants.) this cute boy.
it's short lived, because when kaiser finds him, the blonde manages to weave his way into your interest too. and let's just say you may have ended up going home with both of them by your side...
head cannon time :3
as much as kaiser can smack ness around and use him as a punching bag without a single protest–he knows your off–limits. it doesn't matter how mad he gets, what you do, kaiser knows there will be a real problem if ness ever caught wind of him hitting you.
you're not like the other girls who are hesitant to depend on a man and spend their money. so what if you took kaiser's black card and spent $17,000 in one day–isn't that what the card is for? Sometimes you buy absolutely outrageous things just to see kaiser’s reactions. You and kaiser also have really good but different tastes in fashion so you guys are always arguing about what to wear for special events.
kaiser always eats the last thing in the fridge. your last strawberry yogurt pot? gone. that cherry cheesecake you got from that expensive bakery down the street? he's already swiped it, gone. don't bother trying to hide the chocolate chip cookies you just made. he's eaten all of them, and he's not bothered by your incessant nagging of him to stop inhaling everything in sight.
ness scares you unintentionally. you jump when you round the corner and he's right there–or when or how his footsteps are uncannily silent, so you flinch when he sneaks up on you. he has a bad habit of sleep walking, and having him stand in the dark hallway after going to bed early and you’ve finished watching a horror movie is not a lovely combo at all.
I’ve said this before but kaiser runs cold while ness runs warm, and it has its pros and cons. In the great summer heat, it's refreshing to have kaiser’s cool hands splayed on your back, yet you whine at him to get his hands off you when you're already shivering and his icy cold hands slide under your shirt. you love winter with ness around, he’s like your own personal heater, you snuggle up to him the most (much to kaiser’s dislike) but it's the exact opposite in the humid nights.
yayy I’m so glad you’ll keep the kaiser stepcest au :3 could u maybe write smth about their relationship after they get together? Maybe how they’re like at his public events or matches etc!! Also can I be ☁️ anon if it’s not taken?
─ 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ̟ Hi doll sorry for the extremely late reply of course you can :3 !!
okay, it's a bit complicated with you being kaiser's step–sister and all...
kaiser's not plain stupid, he knows trying to introduce you to the world as his girlfriend and attempting to sweep the fact you guys grew up together under a rug is just not gonna work. not with the shit the paparazzi digs up on him anyway.
so you're introduced as michael kaiser's 'little sister'.
to the media, you're pretty, quiet and sweet. and naturally, overly spoiled and hated. the overwhelming fame was something that made your eye twitch, but you should have known your life would never be private with a world–class football player as your 'brother.'
you do metaphorically pinch him sometimes, reminding him to keep up with this whole 'sister–brother' persona he made. a possessive hand on your shoulder and a sharp glare towards a man who thought he had a chance with you could be passed off as being an overly protective brother, but anyone who ends up paying too much attention may find it's not what it seems on the surface.
you come to all his football matches, (forced btw) sporting his jersey and matching booty shorts. as much as you pretend you have no interest, you're always screaming the loudest for him.
when the relationships high, its really high, but when its low, its fucking low. he can get really spiteful and not care for a single one of your tears, but once you start to ignore him he'll baby you with his ridiculous amount of money, manipulative words laced with softness, and sensual touches. he doesn’t physically fight you, but if you’ve pissed him off enough he might purposely pull your hair at the scalp or grab you harshly. you both collectively seek out others to make one another jealous, and it only stirs the pot.
it's like every fucking lana del ray song combined, a toxic feud only you two could ever form and hold onto.
but it's fine, everything's okay, until it's not.
because when isagi finds your bare tits on kaiser's phone, what then?
Helloooooo, I dunno if you’re taking requests right now, but in case you are, I NEEEEED ‘the feminine urge to run away’ but with bachira + isagi and ness + kaiser. I will sell you my soul 🙏🙏🙏🙏
─ 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ̟ HI BABY ITS IN MY DRAFTS!! i have them as like rough writings in the exact pairings that i need refining but i got a bit slumped in some parts but i was planning to add them in when i finished ;3
sae's voice behind you snaps you out of your trace as your thumb pauses, hovering over the illuminated screen.
"huh?" you say dumbly, following his bright sharp eyes back onto your phone. the vintage dior kitten heels that you had been staring at for the past few minutes stare back at you, as much as you whimsically wished for them, they were worth two months of your rent.
as if reading your thoughts, sae easily plucked the electronic out of your hands, a single glance over before his wallet is pulled from his pocket.
"mr. itoshi–"
“–hm?" he answers casually, his black card heavy in his hands as he carefully types out the numbers.
"you don't need to..." the protest on your tongue dies out as your phone is given back to your outstretched hands. your heart beats rapidly as your eyes glance to the email confirmation, the 'next day delivery' leaving your jaw slack.
he hums in response, only sitting beside you on the velvet couch, much closer than a lone older parent should with their college baby sitter.
"but you wanted it, right?"
his bold and unfiltered words leave a certain flush creeping up on your neck and cheeks, and suddenly the only place your eyes can stand to look is back at your screen, still in shocked euphoria. you smell him first–deep sandalwood and cherry, not noticing how close he's gotten until you look up, almost flinching.
he's inches away from your face, his very warm breath on your cheek and god you could see every speck of blue in his lidded eyes.
there's a spark of something unknown in the air, as if only a small flame is needed to finally ignite a fire. you're barely holding onto your composure before the baby monitor goes off, and you take a breath you didn't know you were holding until he gets up, motioning you not to worry about his daughter, he'll take care of it.
he lingers in the doorway for a moment, as if to scrutinise you. yet his next words leave you wondering if sae really didn't know what to do with his money.
"i can see your nails have grown out. let me know when your next appointment is."
"what? why–"
"so i can pay."
and before you could counter with anything else, he was gone.
𝜗𝜚 synopsis; what the bllk boys do when you run away from them while drunk.
𝜗𝜚 pairing; oliver aiku × sae itoshi & itoshi rin x shidou ryusei.
𝜗𝜚 w.c; 0.6k.
⸻ オリヴァ 愛空 OLIVER AIKU & ITOSHI SAE 糸師冴.
you were at some expensive gala event, dressed to the nines and yet your mind was on cloud nine. you had severely underestimated the alcohol content in the fruity cocktails that, mind you, didn't even taste like alcohol at all. both of the athlete's hands had been on you the whole night, broken only when you had slurred a mumble about heading to the bathroom on your own. sae, already aware of your past antics, just raised a lone brow as you turned the corner a little too sharply.
"she's going to run," sae says cooly, sipping his drink. "go get her before she runs into trouble."
"...and why is it me who's the run and retreat dog exactly?'
"you're faster."
oliver just sighs heavily, before disappearing behind the same corner, jogging after you. he spots you hiding behind one of the marble statues, couched down, giggling to yourself as if you've found the best hiding spot ever. you suddenly turn your head at the big shadow above you, your eyes squint, yet he can tell you’re having a hard time focusing them on him.
"aiku," you whispered with a pout, his name heavy on your tongue.
"doll," he answers back, slightly amused by how unthreatening you look. In a weird way, he thinks you look good like this, more softer, more unrefined than your normal, stricter self. “You found me...no fair…” you murmur before getting up on shaky legs, falling into his chest the same time burly, warm arms wrap around you. you're tired, but your mind quickly warps the idea of running again, until you hear sae’s voice.
“let's go, we don’t need to hang around any longer.”oliver doesn’t argue, instead picking you up bridal style without strain. Both men ignore your half–coherent protests to at least stay for the food court.
⸻ 糸師凛 ITOSHI RIN & SHIDOU RYUSEI 士道 龍聖.
the only reason you managed to slip away was because of their mindless, incessant arguing.
first it was how much you drank, then it was how you were getting home, then it was who you were going home with. rin only cuts his creative insult off when he notices you stumbling up the stairs, sweeping off the musty couch as he stalks swiftly behind you, shidou following suit with a more laidback body language.
they discover you in the bathroom, sinking like play–dough in the empty tub, one leg hanging out, your dress shamelessly riding up to your waist, panties on full display. it smells of weed and sick, a few lines of white still perched on the marble sink counter. "rinnie," you breathlessly giggle, pushing his stray hair away weakly as he leans over you, those pretty sea–glass eyes you love so much on show. rin shimmy's your dress down with a huff, complaining under his breath as shidou takes in the room with a low whistle, before his eyes fall back to you.
"wow sugartits, you look rough."
"hey..." you whine, yet not really taking his words to heart. however now that he says it, your tits all of a sudden feel hot. "my tits....they're hot." you blurt out loud to rin’s displeasure and to shidou's amused cackling.
"i know that," the blonde snorts, "take them out then, doll."
"help...hiccup...me then, ryu."
Shidou grins almost boyishly at your words, and you don't have to ask him twice, as he hastily pushes past rin, calloused hands eager as they undo your bra strap with ease. you make a small content sound in relief at the lifting pressure, your bare chest on display before you sloppily turn on your stomach, smushing the fat on your chest to the cool ceramic, humming in satisfaction.
you tune in to the conversation for a sober moment, yet when you figure out their arguing again, you decide to tune back out.
being 'unfeminine' with kaiser is so funny because he buys you a pina colada because he assumes thats the thing a girly girl like you would get and you crinkle your nose like noooo baby pass me the whiskey
