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reblogs for fandom related stuff

[ragdxllinsomnie]

𓏭ᱸ ͓ ˓ ragdxll side blog.

⁀➷ I just reblog stuff here, mostly self-insert fic. Might contain adult and dark theme so beware.

: About.

Adult | Self-proclaimed Artist | Any Pronoun | Neuro-A

: Fandom.

Fragaria Memories || Genshin Impact || Paradox Live || Twisted Wonderland || Blue Lock || Hypnosis Mic

[zaidaoriori-comms-open]

I saw this reference and thought it would suit Lohen perfectly.

[evanescece]

SHE’S BUSY ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

“shes busy bro” trend on BLLK BOYS (but it is actually someone else texting ;))

sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, micheal kaiser, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, mikage reo, ryusei shidou, bunny iglesias, hiori yo

based on this req

cw: ooc

A/N: i hope whichever anon requested this likes it 💗🫰+ rushed and not proofread at all 🥲 i hope it not shitty, i tried searching up on tiktok for some inspo and i couldnt get any 💔

@evanescece | please do not copy, repost, translate or feed ANY of my works to AI. (divider by diviniyae)

[rena2702]

rkgk 🏹🌻

[yuuna-dear]

yandere kurode x reader (I'm honestly not sure how he would act as a yandere but I am curious)

Yandere kurode x reader

Tw: yandere, give kurode some love pls

kurode as a yandere would be in denial about how he isn't obsessed with you and he is SO convinced that he is just feeling overprotective over you.

Well not until he genuinely straight up feel the urge to beat someone up simply because they are picking on you.

kurode just simply can't tell if it's his intrusive thoughts or he is genuinely THIS bad.

With all of that, Kurode is still determined to prove himself that he is worthy of your love but with how much he love and how much he thinks you deserve affection.. it will be impossible for him to fully see himself as worthy of you.

Sometimes he often thought that if you ever met someone better more powerful, more popular, and lastly can ensure your safety more than him, Kurode thought that you will surely leave them for that person.. someone like his brother.

But he wouldn't let you.. no he COULD NEVER let you.

He couldn't tell how much it has bothered him throughout the day.

The thought of you not noticing him nor even glancing at him because he is not worthy enough of you.

He have tried everything.

It's ok even if the rewards are just a little smile and thank you from you.

It's ok even if the rewards are you patting his head and praise him.

It's ok.

But he is sure going to make you return the feelings.

He swear, he is going to the best boyfriend you could ever asked for.

[kxsagi]

“𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦”

a/n: did not add shidou and karasu bc they’re goats and i can’t find any slander on them :p

but guys this is just for shits and giggles, please do NOT take any of this personally or as me attacking their character. i think the bllk fandom is incredibly funny and the slander is ridiculous is all. 

also, some of the pics that inspired a lot of these are at the bottom!!! 

synopsis: how they react to slander of themselves. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, ness alexis, yukimiya kenyu, aryu jyubei, hiori yo, aiku oliver

isagi yoichi

the first time he sees "THE MIDFIELDER MAN 🗣️🗣️🗣️" trending, he genuinely doesn't understand what's happening. 

"but... i'm a striker." 

the comments: you sure? source? name 5 goals right now. 

he opens a compilation titled: "isagi yoichi passes the ball for 8 minutes straight (4K).” 

gets physically ill when he sees an edit of him standing in front of a classroom. 

caption: "teacher said pair up for the project and bro immediately found rin." 

every social media app becomes unusable. 

"41100" becomes his personal nightmare. 

"what does 41100 even mean?" 

"4 passes. 1 assist. 1 loose ball pickup. 0 defensive feats. 0 goals." 

isagi immediately closes his phone. 

somebody edits the "give me liberty, give me fire, give me a perfect pass or i retire" audio over every pass he's ever made. 

another person creates a fake heat map. it's literally just a line connecting rin and isagi. caption: "human ethernet cable." 

the stepping stone memes destroy him. 

there's one image of rin standing on a literal stone platform. isagi's face is photoshopped onto the stone. 3.2 million likes. 

he can't escape it. 

even bachira starts calling him "my favorite midfielder." 

"I'M NOT A MIDFIELDER." 

"okay, midfielder man." 

"STOP." 

itoshi rin

acts like he doesn't care. cares so much. like an unhealthy amount. 

sees "rin icantdoshi" for the first time. 

immediately throws his phone while trying to convince himself he isn't mad. 

the internet never lets him forget the france match. 

every single highlight video pauses right before the kick. giant red circle and red arrow. caption: "absolute benched." 

another edit: "when your teammate has the ball, but you're feeling a little silly.” 

everybody loses it. 

somebody posts: TOP 4 FRANCE PLAYERS 1. julian loki 2. charles chevalier 3. hugo vivian 4. NOT rin itoshi 

500K likes. he almost explodes. 

the worst one? somebody edits him in those bushes. the caption? "bush camper rin making sure isagi doesn’t get the shot." 

he blocks 18 accounts. all from the same person. 

sae likes one of the edits. 

rin nearly commits a homicide. 

itoshi sae

unfortunately, he’s completely unbothered. like genuinely. 

but then he sees "sofatoshi" trending. 

pauses. shrugs. keeps scrolling. 

the edits are brutal. clips of him sitting. sitting. sitting. sitting again. 

sitting somewhere else. 

sitting on cushions. 

sitting on a bench. 

sitting in a chair. 

sitting while watching soccer. 

caption: "bro's greatest opponent is standing up." 4 million views. 

somebody makes a fake stat graphic. 2026 SEASON - 0 calories burned - 12 naps - 45 hours sitting - 100 annoyed sighs 

sae bookmarks it. because it's funny. 

rin discovers this. "why did you like that post?" 

"because it was funny." 

"THEY CALLED YOU A BUM." 

"and?" 

somebody tweets: "if soccer required lounging, he'd be the goat." 

sae likes that one, too. 

people stop slandering him because he won't react. 

this somehow creates even more slander. 

nagi seishiro

okay so he gets eliminated. then he opens twitter. worst mistake of his life. 

first thing he sees: himself wearing a mcdonald's uniform. 

second thing he sees: another mcdonald's uniform. 

third thing: burger king. 

caption: "versatile employee." 

every edit has the same caption: "just put the fries in the bag bro." 

millions of likes. MILLIONS. 

ego doesn't even have to say anything. the internet is doing his job for him. 

somebody edits his blue lock jersey into a walmart vest. 

somebody else creates an entire fake employee schedule. NAGI SEISHIRO monday: cashier tuesday: fries wednesday: mop duty 

nagi stares at it. "that's a lot of work..." 

reo is trying to comfort him. accidentally makes it worse. "they don't know your talent." 

"reo, they gave me employee of the month." 

"..." 

"..." 

"it does look realistic." 

somebody makes a fake announcement: congratulations nagi on your promotion to shift manager!!! 

nagi turns his phone off for three business days. which is a lot coming from the phone addict he is. 

mikage reo

nobody talks about his soccer anymore. literally nobody. 

every comment section becomes: "WE GET IT BRO YOU LIKE NAGI." "MY TREASURE 🗣️🗣️🗣️" "bro thinks he's nagi's wife." 

the edits are merciless. 

somebody compiles every time reo has ever spoken about nagi. the video is 47 minutes long. caption: "obsession speedrun." 6 million views. 

another person makes a fake family tree. reo → nagi. that's it. that's the tree. 

he gets compared to ness constantly. (are we surprised?) 

somebody tweets: "reo and ness fighting over who can glaze harder." 800K likes. 

reo immediately blocks them. 

one day, he accidentally says "my treasure" during an interview. it doesn’t go well. the reaction is just silence. then the interviewer starts laughing. 

the clip gets posted everywhere. everybody quotes it. everybody. even nagi. 

nagi reposts it with: "my treasure 💜" 

reo has to put his phone face down and stare at the ceiling for 20 minutes. 

getting slandered by the internet is manageable. getting slandered by nagi is fatal 💀 

bachira meguru

bachira's biggest enemy isn't defenders. it isn't rin. it isn't isagi. it's the bench. 

the moment he gets subbed out one time, the internet immediately starts calling him benchira. 

somebody posts a picture of the blue lock bench, zooms in, and circles one seat. 

the caption: "bachira's natural habitat." 1.8 million likes. 

he laughs at it, too. huge mistake. because now everyone thinks he's okay with the slander. 

they're making edits daily. one video is just bachira running onto the field. then immediately cutting to him sitting down again. the caption: "he's tired guys." 

another edit shows every important blue lock player. rin scoring. isagi scoring. barou scoring. bachira smiling on the bench. caption: "supportive king." 

bachira reposts it. "this one's funny." 

BACHIRA STOP ENCOURAGING THEM??? 

he doesn't stop, that’s the problem. 

eventually, somebody edits him into a gaming chair. not even the bench anymore. a gaming chair. headset on. snacks beside him. the caption: "coach put me in." 

the worst one? somebody tweets: "bachira gets front row seats to every match." 

he laughs so hard he accidentally likes it. now it's his most viral interaction ever. 

kaiser michael

kaiser sees "kaiser misspact." 

he blinks. reads it again. blinks harder. 

mind you, this is michael kaiser. one of the most arrogant human beings on earth. missing isn't supposed to happen. yet, unfortunately, the internet remembers everything. especially failure. 

somebody posts the clip – the miss. then immediately cuts to a stormtrooper shooting compilation. 5 million views. 

kaiser almost throws his phone into the ocean. 

every time he scores now, the comments are: "rare hit." "finally landed one." "the kaiser impact connected 😭😭😭" 

he hates all of them. 

somebody creates a fake move set. KAISER IMPACT accuracy: 3 confidence: 100 aura: 1000+ actually hitting the target: questionable 

another edit compares him to those cartoon characters that miss everything. 

kaiser starts typing a response. deletes it. starts typing again. deletes it again. responding would somehow make it worse and his PR team stresses that. 

then ness sees it. "they're just jealous of your genius." 

"i know." 

"the shot was still beautiful." 

"i know." 

"the trajectory was revolutionary." 

"i know." 

"the miss was intentional." 

kaiser pauses. "... it was not intentional." 

"oh." 

even worse? every time he winds up for a shot now, social media comments become: INCOMING MISSPACT EVERYBODY DUCK PROTECT THE CROWD 

kaiser has never hated a fanbase more. 

ness alexis

come on now, there is genuinely no defending him. absolutely none 🙁 

the internet doesn't even slander him anymore. they just post things he actually said and let the comments do the rest. 

every compilation starts the same. ness talking about kaiser. another clip of ness talking about kaiser. another clip. another clip. another clip. another clip. 14 minutes later. still talking about kaiser. 

caption: "alexis ness discovers other topics challenge (he doesn’t)." millions of likes. 

somebody makes a fake google search: “alexis ness hobbies” kaiser michael kaiser watching kaiser talking about kaiser

that's it. no other hobby. 

another person edits him into a job interview. interviewer: "tell us about yourself." ness: "michael kaiser." interviewer: "you're hired." 

the comments are crine. 

somebody creates a fake pokédex entry. ALEXIS NESS type: kaiser ability: glazing weakness: being separated from kaiser 

ness blocks the account. the account gains 40K followers overnight. 

kaiser doesn't help. at all 🫩 

somebody asks kaiser: "how do you feel about the meatrider allegations?" 

kaiser immediately responds: "which ones?" 

"..." 

"there are several." 

ness almost dies on the spot. 

the final boss of ness slander appears when somebody edits his face onto a medieval knight kneeling before a king. giant text: SIR GLAZALOT. sword raised. tears in his eyes. kaiser sitting on the throne looking annoyed. 8 million likes. 

ness reports the post. the report gets denied because even the moderation team was laughing 💀 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya makes the mistake of opening tik tok after a match. 

the first comment he sees: "kenyudosomething 😭😭😭" 

second comment: "kenyuevenplay?" 

he closes the app. opens twitter. it’s the same comments. opens instagram. it’s the same comments. opens youtube. it’s the SAME. 

the internet has decided that yukimiya's greatest achievement is being physically present. 

somebody posts a full match analysis. 45 minutes long. the title: "finding yukimiya kenyu (EXTRA impossible challenge).” 

it's literally just zooming into random parts of the field. "there he is." "never mind." 

another edit compares him to a rare pokemon encounter. caption: "you've encountered a wild yukimiya!" chance of appearance: 0.04%. 

every time he touches the ball, now the comments explode. HE'S REAL HE MOVED MY GOAT IS ALIVE 

somebody posts a fake stat sheet. YUKIMIYA KENYU aura: 99 modeling ability: 100+ screen time: loading… 

the comments are brutal. 

one person tweets: "bro's greatest skill is photobombing important moments." 300K likes. 

yukimiya spends the next hour staring at a wall. because unfortunately, it was kind of funny. 

aryu jyubei

aryu's slander is so disrespectful. why? it doesn't even sound like slander. it sounds like genuine concern. 

every post: "aryuserious 💔" "whyaryustillplaying 💔💔💔" "aryu okay buddy??" 

somebody posts a clip of him making a mistake. caption: "he's trying his glamorous best." 

the comments are sending condolences. CONDOLENCES. like he died. 

somebody makes a fake charity campaign: SAVE ARYU FOUNDATION. donations supposedly go toward helping him beat the allegations. 

another post compares him to a luxury car – beautiful, expensive, absolutely useless in certain weather conditions. aryu nearly faints. 

the worst one? somebody edits his player introduction. all the cool dramatic music gets replaced with funeral piano music. text fades onto the screen: "gone, but never forgotten." 

he's literally still alive. still playing. yet the comments are saying: "rest easy king." "he would've loved blue lock." "taken from us too soon." 

aryu has never recovered. 

hiori yo

hiori's slander starts with one singular tweet: "when my mom asks if i did the dishes and i respond with hiori yo so she knows they're washed." 6 million likes. 

hiori has no idea what's happening. 

the internet immediately decides he's washed. not kinda. not maybe. straight up retirement-home washed. 

every comment section becomes unbearable. 

somebody posts: "what happened to bro 💔" 

hiori is 17 years old. 

another tweet: "prime hiori would've completed that pass." 

the clip attached happened 30 seconds ago. 

somebody makes a fake timeline: HIORI YO PRIME – 2018-2019. that's it. one year. 

every mistake gets treated like the fall of an empire. 

hiori misplaces a pass. the comments become: HE'S WASHED GET READY TO LEARN RETIREMENT HOME BUDDY UNC STATUS ACHIEVED 

somebody edits wrinkles onto him. somebody else gives him a cane. another person edits him into one of those mobility scooters. caption: "hiori yo after completing a sprint." 2 million likes. 

hiori stares at his phone. "i'm literally a teenager." 

nobody cares. 

somebody posts: "back in my day, hiori used to be special." 

hiori is still actively playing. 

isagi sees one of the edits and immediately starts laughing. biggest mistake of his life. because now the comments are: "isagi laughing like he's not next." (but we already did isagi so that’s enough.) 

hiori actually ends up liking some of the memes about himself. mostly because they're so stupid. 

his favorite one is a fake news headline: VETERAN HIORI YO REFLECTS ON HIS ONE-YEAR CAREER. 

even he has to admit that one's kind of funny. 

aiku oliver

being called oliver aikantdefend genuinely changes him. 

he's a defender. that's the job. that's literally the whole job. 

yet every mistake becomes international news. 

somebody posts a clip of him getting cooked. giant text: "best defender in japan btw." 2 million likes. 

every time somebody dribbles or kicks the ball past him, the comments arrive instantly. AIKANTDEFENDSHIT 😭😭😭 OLIVER AIKU YOU ARE THE FATHER 

nobody knows what that last one means. it still gets 50K likes. 

somebody makes a fake resume. OLIVER AIKU defender ❌ observer ✅ 

another one – special skills: watching goals happen. 

aiku is sick. physically sick. 

the france match somehow makes everything worse. people start posting fake wanted posters. MISSING: DEFENSE. last seen near oliver aiku. reward offered. 

somebody edits him into a security guard uniform. except every criminal walks right past him. 

another edit compares him to those automatic doors. cuz apparently everyone gets through. send help. 

the worst one? somebody posts a graph. THINGS OLIVER AIKU CAN DEFEND his modeling career ✔️ his hairline ✔️ his reputation ❌ the goal ❌ 

even sendou reposts it with: "LMAOOOO." 

aiku immediately unfollows him. then follows him again five minutes later because he accidentally liked the post himself. 

deep down, even he thought it was funny. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[hadijjj]

Hugo’s little secret.pdf ! 

or Vivien Hugo writing fanfic about his crush!

word count: 2.7k

tags: gn reader, fluff, whipped Hugo, mutual pining, idiots in love, reader and Hugo are both undercover freaks, yearning, reaaaally awkward and cringe, suggestive at the end! not proofread

Author's notes: wanted to write for toooooo long guys I'm drooling over this man. gulp... we love nerd Hugo

“It’s a script of our destinies. I’m just writing what we’re meant to be.” 

“Sooo... a fanfic?” 

“Yes.” 

Hugo’s eyes were burning, already reddish from staring on the bright screen of his laptop; back was hunched in such a concerning curve; knuckles cracking for the nth time in the evening. 

And now his gaze pierced holes in the document, thinking how to go from one scene to another. 

“I’m stuck,” he admitted in defeat before slumping on the couch. 

“You should take a break,” Loki looked at his friend with concern, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, or you’ll get the ao3 curse!” Charles chimed in with a giggle. 

“I won’t post it on ao3–– wait, how do you know about ao3?!” 

It was supposed to be a chill evening, hanging out at Vivien’s, had it not been Vivien himself turning everyone in his business (they should've known better than interrogate him in the first place).  

He was... an interesting case. Being able to go on long rants about his “one and only” but refusing to do straight action, he made sure to annoy his friends enough. How could one be so straightforward about someone’s fate, yet fear to follow own? 

But he was so brave in his writing... 

Hugo was rushing through busy streets of Paris; hurried steps clicked against the pavement. Just another day, that seemed to prepare nothing for him. He simply basked in the beauty of this world: fresh air, rustling leaves, people that made this view so bright. Albeit he was in a hurry––how could one not be at least a bit distracted by this harmony? This absentminded atmosphere had to stop once he met a force making him stumble. 

He stumbled across y/n, who was unfortunately swept off their feet, landing on the ground and scattering their pile of stuff.  

“Pardon,” Vivien muttered before crouching to help them. Their hands accidentally touched which made him lift his gaze, now mesmerised by their beauty. Golden rays of sunlight cascaded an elegant shadow on their skin. Glint in the eyes tantalizing him. The same clumsy rush in their movements. Oh, they were so lovely. 

“You read too much shojo manga,” Loki said and was met with glare. “By the way, did you gift y/n these matching keychains we got you from Japan?” 

Silence. 

“I don’t think they even know what fanfiction is,” Hugo confessed almost shyly.  

“Are they basic?” Charles gasped histrionically. 

The rest of the evening was spent unsuccessfully stalking your social media to find at least something remotely tied to fandoms. 

Love’s a strange thing. One could stay in his room, totally lovestruck and inspired, savouring the fruits of sympathy that seemed like had no bounds. Another could go insane while sharing the same feelings. 

“Hugo surely hates me!” you fell face down on the bed with a loud thud, burying your face in the pillow with exasperated groan. 

Your friend choked on their drink. 

“W-what made you think like that?!” 

“He barely pays attention to me! Like, he’s constantly in his books or that damn laptop! And when he finally spares me a glance, he looks like–– I can’t explain it! You just must be there! Like I didn’t even do anything for him to start beating this keyboard!!!” 

Your friend patted your back sympathetically, desperately trying to come up with something and stifling a giggle. 

“You don’t get it.” You got sour. “We don’t even fit each other... he looks so fancy, serious, and smart, and I’m just...” you glanced at the opened ao3 page on your computer before blurting out, “you know.”  

Vivien’s main curse as a writer was miscommunication trope. 

The sea shore mirthful as e’er flicked and changed its shape under the playful flow of waves rushing and pulling away, so inconsistent in its nature. Y/n stood out of the horizon as a lone pawn of destiny, only the strands of their hair weaved in the breeze. What were they supposed to do? Where would this road lead them? 

Hugo was almost kicking his feet under the desk, the image of you made him feel all giddy inside, like you were here with him. Though, you lingered near him, chatting with his teammates, which made him steal some glances from time to time, sighing melancholically. Yeah, he promised to actually make a move, but— 

You looked back at him! What should he do?! 

He immediately closed the cursed tab, made his trademark nonchalant expression even if all his thoughts squealed.  

You glanced at his monitor and immediately turned away, before long you excused yourself and went away. 

“Strange...” Vivien came back to the matter of the heart only to see the bright text on the search page. 

How to deal with stab wounds 

His research for shuake fic… 

“Fuck...” 

Needless to say, you almost shat your pants. 

“If there’s a screen, ao3 will be seen.” 

“Hugo, for the love of God, don’t encourage this behaviour” 

A self-ordering kiosk in the crowded cafe was now showing a randomly opened fanfic, all thanks to Chevalier’s restless hands (as long as he promised to change it back). It was so unserious, even Loki couldn't stay serious and scold him (which is why he decided to go to the employee and order like a normal person).  

So, these two stayed alone. 

“Look, Hugo, it’s one of your fics!” Charles tapped at the name of the work, glanced behind and blurted out, “Y/n is coming!!” 

“Where??” Vivien turned back and noticed your silhouette emerging at the entrance. “Charles–– wait” 

Yet Charles disappeared out of the vicinity of the kiosk. The same kiosk you seemed to approach. 

Hugo looked around in panic––there was a free kiosk in the right! He swiftly stepped aside, put a serious facade, and acted like nothing happened. 

You walked over to the kiosk completely oblivious before you realised that there wasn’t familiar menu. 

“I didn’t know it was updated,” you muttered to yourself about the updated menu chapter index! Though, you had to take an order, so you skimmed over the other free terminals... and there all were busy, including the one in the right. “Oh, hi, Hugo” 

“Y/n,” he greeted you, and then had the nerve to use his acting skills and ask in such sincere confusion at the sight he was impartially guilty of, “do you need help?” 

Help with fanfiction or order, you wanted to ask but prevented yourself from making such a joke because you believed his act––what would he think of you if he found out you’re into this? So, you wore the same mask of bewilderment and said, 

“My terminal is malfunctioning...” you turned to the kiosk and mumbled “to yourself” something like, “What is this...” while hiding the fact that you were eagerly rereading the updatedtags. 

So, as a proper gentleman, Hugo stepped in. 

Right behind you, dangerously close, almost breathing in your neck, enveloping you in his warmth as he reached for the screen; though, what was really malfunctioning was your hammeringheart. 

It was so intimate. 

You’d love to pretend a little longer, pretend that you weren't interested in this, pretend that it's okay to stand that close, roleplay this quiet love. 

Oh, how Vivien wanted to… 

Lean on the terminal in front of him, slide another arm around their waist till there's no inch of not feeling each other, of not drowning in each other. Don’t resist this urge to nuzzle in their hair, inhaling guiding odour like memorising it. Startle and fluster––do everything but let them be his. And then have the nerve to, if not devour the ear shell in such sensual proximity, whisper teasingly, “Up to a little reading session, mon chou?” 

But he wasn't suave enough. Plus, he was in public. 

In fact, his fingers, now sweaty and clumsy, accidentally slipped. 

1-20 of 284,714 Works in Mutual Pining. How ironic. 

“Oops.”  

Mistake was felt like it electrocuted him.  

Hugo grew to abhor himself in record time. 

And your shy lack of commentary didn’t help much, in fact, it made him antsy and certain that you were “the normal one.” 

To be fair, you didn't even want to question if he knew what he was doing. As long as it lasted. 

As long as he acted so confident about something he didn’t even give a clue.  

“The case is much harder than I thought.” He bluntly gave up under his smart facade. “Let's just call staff” 

Why did he step in then??? Not that you didn’t like that–– 

“Oh, okay...” 

You reluctantly parted, trying to shake off the dusty fluster of your faces but keeping zoning out to replay whatever happened in your heads, until employee’s irritated voice returned you back to reality. 

“You think it's very funny to do for the nth time?” 

Now it was embarrassing to stay in the cafe (and in each other’s presence, too, thinking, “I’m too weird for them!”) 

You lost all hope. This whole crush thing didn't progress even a little, to be honest, Hugo only distanced himself from you. Not that you resisted this: moreover, you understood all the “signs” and tried not to bother him.  

Though, you couldn't try and not visit his practice under the excuse of meeting his teammates. Maybe it wasn't that bad, was it? 

It couldn't have been worse! 

Not only Vivien’s performance was worse than ever (due to his distraction sitting nearby and overruling his mind), when it ended and you were chatting with Julien, he could’ve only curtly greet you and hurry to the locker room. 

Loki sighed at the sight of you watching his disappearing back (oblivious of his ears turning the same colour as his hair and of this mutual belief that you didn't like him), expression funny,akin to sad puppy’s, yet still disappointing. He had to do something. 

The thought that only reinforced once he noticed his friend staring in his wallet with a mournful look. 

“Is that—” 

“Are you widowed?” Chevalier peeked over Hugo’s shoulder 

Your photo. In his wallet. 

Loki switched his gaze from the wallet to his friend sighing.  

“Shhh… don't mind him he's a soldier who misses his wife.” 

So now you weren't at the stands, or anywhere near the pitch, “doing work” on your laptop because ao3 was down for maintenance. And ignoring annoying messages.  

Charles: HEEEYY 

[missed call] 

Charles: CMON ANSWER ME 

Charles: y u so sour  

Charles: is it hugo  

You: no 

Charles: yup its him 

Charles: [sent 1 file] dont be sad 

You: im not in the mood for your pranks rn 

Charles: ITS NOT  

Charles: just trust me  

Curiosity took over you, and you clicked on the file attachment. 

You: wtf is this 

You: charles dont ignore me now 

Anything was better than doing your work right now. Especially distracting yourself from your failure of a crush. And to be fair, you wouldn't find Chevalier’s work… so good? 

Yes, it was unnecessarily dramatic at times and stupidly romantic. But it was so sincere, you doubted it was really written by him. 

Especially when you got to the… 

“Don’t you sense this, too? How everything in our life is put in order, so harmonic and beautiful. Birds are chirping and flying, blessing our ears; flowers bloom and wither; stars and other space objects follow their destined orbit, adorning our sky. Everything that follows such beauty forms our world.” Hugo reached out to hold their hands with reverence, “And I’ll be a fool if I don’t try and follow this flimsy but vivid feeling from above and from my ever-beating heart. I love you, and if I’m not fated to have your love, at least you’re fated and allowed to get every bit of me till there’s nothing left from the prodigy you’ve known.” 

“I wish he loved me like that,” you almost sniffled. 

As silly as it sounded, you were fully engrossed in reading this gem (to the point where you completely lost the flow of time) until you felt scorching breath on your neck, heavy hand on your shoulder, and notorious voice. 

“What are you reading?” 

Fuck. 

Your heart hammered like crazy, cheeks started to heat up with shame. You slowly turned your head and unfortunately, your suspicions came true. 

It was Vivien. With no sense of privacy. 

You leapt out of the seat to face him and hide the embarrassingly bright monitor behind your back. However, maybe it wasn’t the best decision as you were practically trapped between Hugo and the table. 

“I’m s-sorry! I-I swear it’s not mine!!” you started desperately apologising and excusing yourself, already making peace with the fact that you were doomed.  

But he stayed unfazed. Not a muscle twitched, let alone his gaze didn’t yield nor looked away, which not only intensified your excuses and made you feel all tingly. Because he knew it wasn’tyou. But how could he admit that it was his?! So, he decided to do the safest choice. 

“And who else could write that if not you?” 

Turn the tables. 

To be fair, there was something cute in the way you got nervous and flustered, all from his actions alone. It only spurred the urge to grab your cheeks, kiss you senseless–– 

“Charles! H-he sent me this!” your trembling figure attempted to turn around and reach for the mouse behind you before you were impeded: Hugo put his palms on the desk behind you, “accidentally” sliding his arms along the sides of your waist. Simply put, he successfully seized you.  

It was kind of hot––you mean, how could he?! Your dignity and this whole crush thing were on stake! 

“Charles? Have you seen the way he does his English homework?” He didn't relent. 

In fact, he leaned dangerously closer, not twitching a muscle on his face, as if on purpose. 

“He probably used chatgpt or something!” you blurted out, knees about to give up from this proximity. It was so humiliating. “I beg you, Vivien, please, believe me...” 

You made peace with everything: he was about to laugh in your face, tell his teammates about it, or in the best case, find you weird and never talk again. But still, it hurt to realise that. Stupid Charles... 

“Fine” 

“S-seriously?!”  

“But only if you answer me honestly,” he made a dramatic pause to keep you antsy and let the words set in. “Did you really like reading this?” 

Pause. 

There was no point in lying (not that you could), now that you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. He could already figure it out.  

“Y-yes... I mean, it’s w-well written and––” 

“Good.” He interrupted you, sliding his hand over yours gripping the table. “Because I wrote it.” 

You were silent, trying to find an ounce of joke in his words. But when you found none... the truth settled in. Your crush... was writing fanfic about you and him? 

“H-Hugo, you sick bastard!” You swatted him on the shoulder, sighing in relief yet still nervous in the aftermath. “I was about to cry that you’ll make fun of me for the rest of my life!” 

It was cruel to play with your heart like that!  

“Hey... I thought the same about writing it,” he confessed sheepishly, finger on your hand trailing light patterns. 

“Really?” You looked up at him, and he blushed (not that you were any better, trembling and stuttering like that). 

He nodded. “I didn’t know you were into... fanfiction in the first place.” He trailed off, “So, as my apology, I want you to add a little bit of touch to my work…” 

And now was the time to pull his trick. 

With newfound confidence, Vivien seized you by your waist until your bodies were pressed flush against each other, until you could feel every muscle of his wide frame. His other hand, once resting over yours, sensually and slowly trailed a path up your arm to cup your face with newfound confidence, making sure to leave shivers. All at his mercy, flustered, not knowing where to put your fidgety hands, and probably lightheaded—gladly, he’d hold and support you till you’re a numb sack, overflowing with feelings. He tilted your head, forced your gazes to meet, and whispered in your ear, voice dropping an octave, 

“So tell me, please, are you submissive, mon chou?” 

Better than any fanfic. 

phew I'm tired and I have exam tomorrow in the early morning but now it's like middle of the night and I haven't even taken shower wish me luckkkkk

[kaisersbae]

boyfriend!sae w figure skater reader headcanons ୨ৎ

boyfriend!sae who secretly learns the scoring system for figure skating because he got tired of not understanding what you were talking about. 

boyfriend!sae who watches your programs over and over after competitions, pausing every few seconds to point out details he liked. 

boyfriend!sae who gets annoyed whenever commentators reduce years of your hard work to how "graceful" you look. 

boyfriend!sae who notices when your ankle starts bothering you again before anyone else does. 

boyfriend!sae who immediately tells you to sit down whenever he catches you practicing through an injury. 

boyfriend!sae who has a collection of videos of your performances saved on his phone. 

boyfriend!sae who pretends he isn't nervous before your competitions but somehow becomes quieter than usual the entire day. 

boyfriend!sae who watches interviews afterward and rolls his eyes whenever reporters ask stupid questions. 

boyfriend!sae who understands athlete pressure better than anyone. so when you make a mistake and start criticizing yourself, he's the first person to tell you that one performance doesn't define you.

boyfriend!sae who gets irrationally irritated when people online act like your achievements came easily. 

boyfriend!sae who keeps screenshots of competition schedules in his phone so he never misses an event. 

boyfriend!sae who stays awake to watch international broadcasts no matter what time zone you're competing in. 

boyfriend!sae who becomes your personal heater after long days at the rink because your hands are always freezing. 

boyfriend!sae who secretly loves seeing you practice when the arena is empty. just you, the ice and complete focus. he thinks it's one of the prettiest things he's ever seen.

boyfriend!sae who never lets you apologize for crying after a bad skate. 

boyfriend!sae who gets defensive whenever people underestimate how physically demanding figure skating actually is. 

boyfriend!sae who has learned exactly what snacks to bring you after practice. 

boyfriend!sae who watches you tie your skates and still finds it impressive every single time. 

boyfriend!sae who immediately finds you in a crowd after competitions. 

boyfriend!sae who hates seeing you doubt yourself because he knows exactly how hard you've worked to get where you are. 

an guys im playing mm2 rn. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

[lohsecats]

My OC Mae! I honestly don't know if I left any typos, but I tried.

[lohsecats]

The new farmer.

[rrgdxll]

Blinding you with Rin

[ventique18]

Seeing shrimp

[saeuloveme]

😴

[fourteenotions]

yeah sorry, the sweet face you see actually reads slutty fanfics at 10pm

[sinsxo-deactivated20260119]

pretty please? —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. who knew shopping with their wife and daughter could be this much of a handful? especially when they know that they’re spoiling both of you but can’t say no anyway.

cw. drabble, you guys are married and have a toddler daughter, fem!reader, fluff.

wc. 1.3k words, not proofread.

check out part 1 here!

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

isagi didn’t realise how terrifying a shopping trip could be until he found himself standing in the middle of a toy store with both hands completely full — shopping bags hanging off every finger, and your toddler staring him down with the most intense pout on her face.

in her hands was a giant barbie dreamhouse box. it was ridiculous. it was taller than her. and her eyes were already starting to glisten.

“hey… i think we’ve bought enough toys for today. we can come back next time and get that one, okay?” isagi said, voice trembling as he tried to reason with the 3-year-old.

“whyyy??” she whined, lips wobbling.

“i just think, y’know… you might not have room for all these at home,” he tried. “and it’s kinda heavy. you don’t even like barbies that much, right?”

she looked down at her feet dramatically, like she was mourning the death of her dreams. and then — she looked up.

it was the look. wide eyes, lower lip sticking out, mouth open just enough like she was holding back a sob. head tilted upwards with a soft little sniffle.

“okay! okay! we’ll get it! don’t cry!” isagi panicked, awkwardly tucking the dreamhouse under his arm and picking her up with the other.

you came back from the bathroom to see him near the register. “another one?” you asked, raising a brow.

“yeah, another one,” isagi said, smiling, but his eyes were screaming. “else we’d have to deal with another tantrum.”

you grinned. “hey, after this… can we stop by chanel?”

“…chanel? why?”

you just smiled at him.

“…yeah. okay.” isagi sighed. he knew he never really had a choice when you smiled like that.

as you looped your arm around his and your daughter happily hugged her new barbie box, isagi glanced between the two of you — his heart a little fuller despite the bags weighing him down.

he didn’t know how he ended up being the wallet, the chauffeur, and the designated bag-holder. but if it meant seeing the two of you this happy, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you were trying on clothes in the fitting room while rin sat on a bench, scrolling on his phone and trying to stay sane. meanwhile, your daughter was bouncing between shelves with sparkly shoes and little dresses in both arms.

“papa!” she ran up to him with way too many things. “i wan’ these!”

rin stared blankly. “…all of them?”

she nodded enthusiastically.

“pick one,” he said.

“nooo, pwease?” she blinked up at him, her little hands clutching the dresses she picked out like it was life or death.

rin exhaled. “you have so many at home.”

“but not these,” she whispered, like it was the most important secret in the world.

he clenched his jaw. “no. one is enough.”

“papa…” her voice cracked. she hugged the clothes tighter and looked like she was going to cry. “pweaseee?”

rin groaned and covered his face. “…fine. just this once.”

“yay!!”

just then, you stepped out with a pretty dress and smiled. “think this one’s cute?”

before he could even answer, you hit him with the same exact expression your daughter just used.

he blinked.

“…are you both doing this on purpose?”

you and your daughter just smiled at him.

he sighed, already reaching for his wallet. he was weak — and he knew it. he gave up, walking toward the register with a cart full of glittery chaos.

“thank you, papa!!” your daughter beamed, jumping with joy.

you celebrated with her while he stood there, wallet out, caught between dread and awe.

his sigh was deep, but the smile he tried to hide was real. he watched the two of you — matching grins, eyes sparkling.

being loved by the two of you was overwhelming. but loving you back? even easier.

“…let’s just not make this a weekly thing,” he muttered, slipping an arm around your waist as your daughter grabbed his hand again.

even if it did become weekly, he already knew he’d say yes every time. he knew he was spoiling you both. he definitely knew.

but with the way you and your daughter looked at him, how was he ever supposed to say no?

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

sae always prided himself on being the firm parent. no unnecessary spending, no spoiling. at least, that was the idea.

you were browsing at a boutique while your daughter tugged at his sleeve and pointed at a necklace display. “papa… i wan’ this shiny!”

“you have shiny stuff at home,” he said flatly, barely sparing it a glance. “your drawer can’t even close.”

“but dis one has a star…”

“and? you’ve got hearts, moons, suns—”

“pweaseeee.”

“no.”

“pweasee papaaaa.”

“still no.”

she tried being cute. then she tried hugging him. then she tried sweet talking him. and when none of it worked, she huffed and crossed her arms with a dramatic pout.

“meanie papa.”

sae raised a brow. “what did you just say?”

“you’re mean, papa.”

he stared at her. she stared back. a silent face-off in the middle of a luxury store.

and then… he cracked. “fine. just one. you’re such a brat, you know that?”

as she squealed and hugged his leg, you appeared behind him with a small box of perfume in hand.

“could i get this too?”

“you too?”

“please, baby?” you said with a sweet smile.

he pinched the bridge of his nose. “…i need a refund on my pride.”

you kissed his cheek on the way out. “you’re such a softie.”

“i’m not,” he muttered.

but your daughter was skipping ahead, clutching her necklace, and you were beside him with your perfume bag, fingers brushing his — and yeah. maybe he was a softie.

but only for the two people in the world who could talk him into anything — and somehow make him love every second of it.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi had no idea how he got dragged into this. he thought it’d be a quick trip. thirty minutes, tops.

now it was hour three. he was trailing behind you and your daughter like a transport animal, arms full of bags, back slightly hunched, dragged around by both of you.

“papa! look!” your daughter ran up with a pair of matching pyjamas. “you wear it too!”

he blinked down at the pastel chaos. “uh... do i gotta?”

“yes!” she nodded like her life depended on it. “family jammies!”

you walked over and kissed his cheek. “please?”

he sighed. “...fine.”

fast-forward an hour and he was carrying even more bags, another plushie, your purse, and a half-eaten cookie your daughter handed him like it was a gift.

“you okay?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“my soul left my body three stores ago.”

just as you were heading out, your daughter tugged on his sleeve. “can we go to da pink store next?”

nagi didn’t even ask. he just yawned. “...sure.”

the pink store was loud. the colours were loud. even the air smelled loud.

but not louder than your daughter dragging him by the hand like a tiny gremlin tour guide, pointing at everything pink, sparkly, or vaguely shaped like a dessert.

“papa! dis one! i want it for sleep time!”

she shoved a squishy unicorn pillow into his face. he blinked. looked over at you, who were comparing moisturisers like your life depended on it.

“i’ll hug you forever if you say yes.”

“...okay.”

“yay!!”

you came back to find the shopping basket overflowing.

“i left you alone for ten minutes.”

“yeah,” he said, deadpan. “we did some damage.”

you looked at your daughter, now happily cuddling the unicorn. then at him.

“you’re such a pushover.”

“i know.”

you held up something cute. “so... can i get this too? i’ll give you a kiss whenever you want.”

he looked at the item. then at you. then sighed like a man who’d already accepted his fate.

“...fine.”

but he gets a forever-hug from your daughter and unlimited kisses from you.

honestly? best trade deal in history.

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[rrgdxll]

[bluskaies]

DAD THINGS THAT BLLK GUYS DO PT.2

headcannons of bllk guys doing dad things :)

characters: chigiri, kunigami, karasu, otoya, hiori, gagamaru, kaiser and ness

contains aged up bllk guys as dads and fluff <3

Chigiri

doesn't remember any of your friends names even though he's met them before and knows who they are

Kunigami

will have you hold the light while he's fixing stuff. gets mad when you don't point the light in the right direction

Karasu

has loud ass sneezes that are strong enough to shake the entire house

Otoya

tells a LOT of dad jokes. the type to laugh at his own jokes

Hiori

whenever you text him something, he'll always respond with "👍🏻" it could be something really important and he'll still reply with the same emoji

Gagamaru

during road trips, if you have snacks with you, he will reach his hand behind to get some while driving

Kaiser

whenever you're watching a reality tv show, he'll comment how "fake" and "scripted" these shows are but will continue to stand there and watch it

Ness

will call out landmarks on a road trip and continue to tell you the entire histories behind them

note: this is the part two of my "dad things that bllk guys do" i was conflicted if I should add kaiser but I ended up adding him too :3

dividers by @cafekitsune