and now your baby is using it with FULL confidence.
you drop something? “dummy.”
karasu forgets something? your baby points at him like they’ve been WAITING for this moment: “dummy.”
the betrayal???
karasu actually clutches his chest like “nah that’s crazy… i taught ya better than that.”
YOU DID NOT???
but the worst part is the tone.
your baby copies his exact lazy, teasing voice.
it sounds INTENTIONAL.
now it’s just a household of people lowkey insulting each other.
and you’re stuck in the middle like can we PLEASE raise a respectful child.
karasu’s still laughing though. he thinks it’s hilarious.
until the baby calls him a dummy in front of his teammates.
suddenly it’s not funny anymore.
kaiser michael
no because with kaiser… you already KNOW this was never going to be normal.
this man does not speak like a regular human being. everything is dramatic, self-indulgent, and just a little unhinged.
mirrors? speeches.
goals? speeches.
brushing his hair? somehow still a speech.
so when your baby starts babbling, you’re already on edge like… what kind of nonsense are we about to hear.
it happens when kaiser is literally just… admiring himself. standing in front of a mirror, shirt half-buttoned, going on one of his little monologues like: “of course… i look hot as always–”
and your baby, sitting nearby, just… stares.
then they lift their tiny hand… point at him… and go: “me.”
you pause.
kaiser pauses.
because oh. oh that is NOT innocent.
because THAT is his thing.
“me.” “look at me.” “watch me.” “it’s me.”
he centers himself in every sentence like the world revolves around him, and now your baby??? picked up the core concept???
it escalates IMMEDIATELY.
you’re holding them? they push your face away a little and go: “me.”
you try to take a toy? they hug it tighter: “me.”
you say “come here”? they point to themselves like a tiny emperor: “me.”
you slowly turn to kaiser like this is YOUR FAULT.
and he’s just standing there, staring at your child with this unreadable expression for a second… before he SMILES.
not even subtle about it either.
he crouches down, tilts your baby’s chin up slightly, and goes, all soft, but so unbearably smug: “of course it’s you.”
you’re wondering if it’s okay to constantly validate that, but it’s too late.
now it’s a daily thing.
your baby refers to themselves like the main character of the universe.
no “i want this,” no “give me that.”
just: “me.”
the worst part?
one day, kaiser scores during a match on TV, and your baby CLAPS, points at the screen, and goes: “me.”
you actually have to take a minute.
kaiser, meanwhile, looks like he’s never been more proud in his entire life.
congratulations. you didn’t just raise a child. you raised kaiser 2.0.
ness alexis
ness is… devoted.
extremely. emotionally. spiritually. obsessively.
so his baby??? yeah. no chance.
first word comes out when kaiser is visiting.
your baby sees him walk in… eyes LIGHT UP… tiny hands reach out…
and they go: “kaiser.”
not dada. not mama.
KAISER.
the room goes SILENT.
ness can’t move.
because that’s HIS word.
the way he says it? constantly. reverently. like a prayer.
and now your baby??? imprinted.
you try to laugh it off, but ness is already spiraling.
“they said it so clearly… did you hear that? that was perfect pronunciation–”
BOY WE KNOW, YOUR CHILD JUST SKIPPED YOU ENTIRELY.
now every time kaiser shows up, your baby gets excited like it’s their favorite celebrity. “kaiser!”
reaches for him. ignores ness completely.
ness is both proud and devastated.
like yes… they recognize greatness… but also… WHAT ABOUT ME???
you’re watching this emotional rollercoaster like yeah no, this is above my sanity grade.
While trying to impress you, they hit your face with the ball.
Rin Itoshi
"You sure you want to play goalkeeper?"
Rin doesn't even bother hiding the doubt in his voice as he places the ball down. You simply grin, stretching your arms before standing in front of the goal.
"Come on. Score if you can."
He just exhales through his nose. There is no way he is going to use his full power. He only wanted to show you how precise his shots are, not send you to the hospital.
So he carefully aims for the upper left corner and swings his leg.
The ball slices through the air exactly where he intended.
But then, you suddenly jump and his eyes widen.
"...Move!"
Too late.
THUD!
The ball crashes directly into your face with enough force to send you stumbling backward onto the grass.
Rin's entire body goes cold.
For a split second he simply stares, then he's running.
"Hey!"
He's kneeling beside you before anyone else can even react, his hands hovering over your face without actually touching you.
"...Look at me."
Blood slowly trickles between your fingers and his stomach drops.
"...Shit."
His breathing becomes uneven as he carefully moves your hands away just enough to inspect the injury.
Your nose is already swelling.
So without waiting for permission, he gently helps you up and practically escorts you all the way to the hospital himself.
The doctor later confirms the nose isn't broken but it'll leave a bruise for few days. Luckily nothing more serious.
But the relief barely lasts, because the embarrassment comes crashing down all at once.
"I wanted to impress them but instead I hit them and almost I broke their nose..."
He sits outside the examination room with both elbows on his knees, hiding his face behind his hands.
"...Idiot." He mutters it to himself.
By the time you're discharged, he's already made his decision.
He quietly walks beside you until you reach the hospital entrance before finally speaking.
"...I'm sorry." His gaze stays fixed on the pavement. "I'll stop bothering you."
You blink. "What?"
"I embarrassed myself enough while trying to show off." His ears are already turning pink. "But I ended up breaking your nose. There's no coming back from that."
He lets out a small, defeated sigh. "So...I'll stay away."
For a few seconds, you simply stare at him. Then...
"You know Rin, even though the ball hit my face..."
He squeezes his eyes shut.
"...You still scored."
His shoulders freeze.
"You were aiming for the top corner while holding back." You smile despite the bandage across your nose. "That's honestly amazing."
His face slowly turns bright red.
"...Don't compliment me right now.
"But I meant it."
His ears somehow become even redder. "...You're impossible."
He turns away completely, covering the lower half of his face with one hand so you can't see the shy smile threatening to appear.
He had spent the entire afternoon convinced he'd lost every chance he ever had with you.
Instead, you are now praising his goal.
Yoichi Isagi
"Watch this."
Isagi places the ball a few meters away from the brick wall of the training grounds before glancing over at you. There is an unmistakable sparkle of confidence in his eyes today. After improving so much lately, he couldn't help wanting to show off just a little.
"What?" you laugh. "Trying to impress me?"
His face immediately grows warm.
"I-I just wanted to show you something."
You point toward a tiny, almost invisible crack high up on the wall.
"If you're so confident... hit that."
He looks where you're pointing before grinning.
"...Easy."
He takes a few steps back and then his body moves exactly as he's practiced thousands of times.
BOOM!
The ball strikes the exact spot you'd pointed at.
"...See?" he says proudly.
Then his smile disappears.
Because the ball rebounds much harder than either of you expected... Straight toward you.
"Look out!"
You barely have time to turn your head.
THWACK!
Pain explodes across your face as the ball slams into your nose.
You stumble backward, one hand flying to your face.
"...Ow..."
The moment Isagi sees blood seeping between your fingers, every ounce of color drains from his face.
"...No."
He runs to you so quickly he nearly trips over himself. "I'm so sorry!"
He carefully holds your shoulders, terrified of making things worse.
"Can you look at me? Does anything else hurt? Are you dizzy? I'm sorry."
The apologies don't stop.
Even while helping you sit down... "I'm sorry." While grabbing an ice pack... "I'm sorry." While the school nurse checks your nose... "I'm really, really sorry."
The nurse eventually sighs.
"You've apologized enough."
"I haven't." He looks absolutely miserable.."If I hadn't tried to show off..." He lowers his head. "...this wouldn't have happened."
Later the doctor confirms your nose isn't broken, but it's badly bruised and swollen.
Isagi walks you home in complete silence.
Every few steps he'd glance toward your face before looking away again.
By the time you reach your door, he finally speaks.
"...I think I ruined everything."
"What?"
"I wanted you to think I was cool." He laughs weakly. "Instead I kicked a football into your face. So..."
He forces a smile. "I guess this is where I give up."
You stare at him.
"Give up?"
"I don't think there's any coming back from that."
You can't help smiling.
"You know, you actually hit exactly where I told you to. That rebound wasn't exactly your fault. And honestly..."
You chuckle.
"That shot was really cool."
His brain completely short-circuits.
"...Huh?"
"You've gotten really good."
His entire face turns bright red.
"...P-Please don't say that..."
"But it's true."
He quickly covers his face with both hands.
"I don't think my heart can take compliments right now..."
Meguru Bachira
"Watch carefully!"
Bachira practically bounces around the field before the demonstration even starts. "My monster's in a really good mood today!"
"So are you."
"Exactly!"
He laughs brightly before beginning to dribble. The ball dances around him as if it were attached to his feet by invisible strings. Left. Right. Spin. Heel flick. Rainbow flick.
You clap, genuinely impressed.
"You're showing off."
"I know!" He flashes you a grin so wide it almost hurts to look at. "I want you to think I'm cool!"
His honesty makes you laugh.
He spins one more time before trying an especially flashy touch.
"...Oops."
His foot presses on the ball harder than he intended. And it rockets right towards you.
"...Eh?"
Neither of you reacts fast enough.
THUD!
It smacks directly into your face.
You yelp, clutching your nose.
"...NO!"
He immediately tries to run toward you. Except...
He steps directly onto the football.
"...Whoa—" His feet shoot out from underneath him.
BAM!
He lands face-first on the grass.
You both remain motionless for several seconds.
"My face..." You groan.
"My nose..." Bachira mumbles into the grass.
The silence lasts only a moment before you accidentally glance at each other. And suddenly you both burst into laughter..
His nose is red so is yours. It hurts too a lot. Which somehow makes you laugh even harder.
Bachira eventually crawls over to you on his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He gently hands you a towel. "I really wanted to impress you. Instead I knocked you over... and then knocked myself over."
"You definitely did."
He pouts.
"My monster betrayed me." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "...Do you still think I'm cool?"
You smile.
"I think you're adorable."
He freezes, rhen slowly hides his burning face behind both hands.
"...Monster... I think I'm in trouble."
Seishiro Nagi
"This is pointless." Nagi lazily spins the football beneath his foot while looking at the goal. "You'll never block it."
You fold your arms.
"You haven't even tried."
"...Sounds like a hassle."
"Scared?"
He sighs. "...Fine."
He walks several steps back before glancing toward you standing proudly in front of the goal.
"Ready?"
"Always."
He barely puts any effort into the shot. At least, that's what it looks like...
But the ball flies toward the corner with terrifying speed.
Your instincts kick in and you dive.
Unfortunately, you dive directly into the path of the ball.
THUD!The impact sends you falling onto your back.
Nagi's eyes widen. "...Eh?"
The football rolls harmlessly into the goal He doesn't even look at it.
Instead, he immediately runs toward you.
Actually runs.
"Hey." He kneels beside you almost instantly.."...Look at me."
You remove your hand from your face just enough for him to see the swelling beginning around your nose.
"...Crap." His usual lazy expression completely disappears. "I'm sorry."
His voice is unusually quiet.
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yeah."
"...I'm really sorry."
He carefully helps you sit up before holding an ice pack against your cheek.
For once, he doesn't complain. He doesn't call anything troublesome. He simply stays beside you the entire time.
And later that evening, after the doctor assures both of you that your nose isn't broken but will bruise badly, Nagi walks you home.
Neither of you says much. Eventually, he scratches the back of his neck.
"...Well... I guess I messed up."
"You did."
"...Yeah." He sighs dramatically. "I just lost every chance I had of impressing you."
You stop walking. "...What?"
His eyes slowly widen. "...Did I say that out loud?"
"You did."
His ears immediately turn pink. "...That's... a bigger hassle than the football."
You can't help laughing.
"So... You were trying to impress me?"
He hides the lower half of his face inside the collar of his hoodie. "...Yeah...Guess that plan failed."
You smile softly.
"I don't know. I mean, the shot was amazing."
Nagi blinks. "...You still think it was cool?"
"I do."
He stares at you for a long moment before quietly looking away, his ears burning.
"...What a hassle."
But despite the words, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips refuses to disappear.
Tabito Karasu
Karasu has been looking forward to today for almost a week.
He casually invites you to watch his practice, pretending it isn't a big deal, but in reality, he spent the entire morning planning which tricks and shots will make him look the coolest in front of you.
"Don't mess this up," he mutters to himself.
From the sidelines, you can't help smiling as you watch him. Every now and then he glances your way with that smug grin, clearly trying to act as if he isn't performing specifically for you.
You decide to tease him a little.
Instead of calling his name, you quietly walk around the side of the field, wanting to surprise him from behind the goal.
At that exact moment, Karasu traps the ball with one foot before winding up for a powerful shot.
He looks up, his eyes meet yours and his heart stops.
Because you're standing exactly where he has aimed.
"Move!"
It's already too late.
THUD!
The ball strikes your face head-on.
You stumble backward, immediately covering your nose as pain shoots through your face.
"...Ow..."
Karasu stands frozen. Then he drops everything and sprints toward you.
For the first time since you've met him, he can't even speak.
"Hey!"
His usual teasing voice is completely gone.
He carefully pulls your hands away just enough to check your face, his own expression growing paler when he sees blood.
"...Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." His fingers tremble slightly as he makes sure you're still conscious. "You alright? Can you hear me?"
The confident flirt who always has something clever to say suddenly can't find a single joke.
After the doctor confirms it's not anything threatening, Karasu insists on walking you home.
Neither of you says much. His hands stay buried in his pockets as he stares at the pavement.
Finally, he lets out a dry laugh.
"...Guess that's it."
"Hm?"
"I spent weeks trying to flirt with you." He shakes his head. "I thought today, I will finally impress you. Insteaf, I broke your nose."
He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. "There goes every chance I have."
You blink before laughing softly.
He sighs.
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not. You looked pretty cool before I get hit. Your shot was amazing."
He stares at you for several seconds. Then, for the first time all afternoon, his cheeks slowly turn pink.
"...You're unbelievable."
Eita Otoya
"Watch this!" Otoya flashes you one of his signature carefree smiles before spinning the ball beneath his foot. "I've been practicing this just for today. So don't blink."
You laugh, folding your arms as you stand off to the side.
He loves making you smile. And If he looks cool while doing it, even better.
He flicks the ball into the air before striking it cleanly.
Only..
.He notices you moving at the last possible second. To get a better view.
"...Wait." His eyes widen. "...No!"
The ball flies straight toward you.
SMACK!
You drop to one knee, immediately grabbing your face.
"...Ow..."
"NO!" Otoya is already running before the ball even stops rolling. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"
He kneels beside you, completely panicking as blood slips between your fingers.
"I swear! I wasn't aiming at you! I just wanted to impress you!" He looks around frantically. "...Doctor!"
Without waiting for an answer, he takes off running at full speed.
You stare after him. "...Otoya?"
Five minutes pass.
Then ten.
You actually start wondering if he just abandoned you or not.
Just as you're about to text him, you hear shouting in the distance.
"WE'RE OVER HERE!"
Otoya comes sprinting back, completely out of breath.Behind him are a doctor, two trainers, someone carrying a first-aid kit... and somehow, a bouquet of flowers he'd apparently grabbed on the way.
He practically collapses beside you.
"I panicked..."
"I can see that."
"I thought if I come back empty-handed, you'll never forgive me."
Despite your aching face, you can't stop yourself from laughing.
When the doctor finishes treating you, Otoya sits beside you with his head hanging low.
"...I really think today was going to be different."
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted you to see me as someone cool. Instead..." He points at your bandaged nose. "...This happens." He sighs dramatically. "I'm finished."
"No you're not."
"You don't understand. I literally assaulted my crush with a football."
"...Your crush?"
His eyes widen. "...Forget I said that."
You smile.
"I don't think I can."
Ryusei Shidou
"Oi!" Shidou tosses the football onto the grass before grinning at you."Watch this!"
"You've said that five times already."
"Because it's gonna be sick!"
He kicks the ball into the air before attempting an outrageous volley.
It would've been perfect, if the ball didn't clip the crossbar and changed it's direction completely... Straight toward you.
THUD!
The impact echoes across the field.
You stagger backward, clutching your nose.
"...Ow..."
Shidou's grin vanishes.
"...OH, HELL NO!"
He sprints over so fast he almost tackles you himself.
"Oh no! I JUST HIT MY CRUSH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
You slowly lower your hands from your face.
"...Your what?"
He freezes.
"...Ah." He blinks once, then rubs the back of his neck. "...Guess I wasn't supposed to yell that."
"You have a crush on me?"
"I mean..." He laughs. "You aren't exactly supposed to find out because of..." He points toward your nose. "...that."
Despite the situation, you can't help laughing.
"You confess by giving a nose injury?"
"Look..." He sighs dramatically. "I had better plans."
Later, after making absolutely certain you're alright, Shidou sits beside you outside the clinic.
"I seriously think I blow it."
"You kind of did."
"Yeah. I nailed my crush in the face." He groans loudly. "That's gotta be the worst confession in history."
You laugh and he looks over at you before smiling sheepishly.
"...At least now you know."
Michael Kaiser
"You trust me, don't you?"
"...Not particularly."
Kaiser places a polished red apple on top of your head with theatrical elegance.
"You wound me, Schatz"
"I feel like you're about to wound me."
He ignores the comment, instead smiles confidently.
"No you're about to observe perfection."
He steps backward. The field seems to grow quieter.
"I'm going to strike the ball. The apple will fall. And you will witness true genius."
You stare at him.
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"It is only terrible for those without talent."
He smirks before taking his shot and the ball flies exactly where he intends.
Unfortunately... You flinch. And the slightest movement changes everything.
Kaiser quickly walks over, trying very hard to maintain his dignity despite the panic beginning to show.
"...It's alright. My Empress can withstand something like—"
You look up with murderous eyes. "...The fuck do you mean my Empress?"
For the first time in a long time... Michael Kaiser forgets how to speak and his face slowly becomes bright red.
"...I... That..." Kaiser covers his mouth with one hand, completely mortified. "...I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yet..."
"You've been calling me 'my Empress' this whole time?"
"...Internally."
"...Internally?"
"...This is a disaster."
For the rest of the trip to the hospital, Kaiser is unusually quiet.
He walks half a step behind you, carrying your bag without being asked, occasionally glancing at your bandaged nose before immediately looking away.
By the time the doctor confirms you'll be fine, he has convinced himself there's no recovering from this.
As the two of you step outside, he lets out a defeated sigh.
"...I wanted you to remember me as someone impressive." He laughs bitterly. "Instead, you'll remember me as the idiot who kicks a football into your face while calling you 'my Empress.'"
You look at him for a moment before smiling despite your bruised nose.
"...To be fair, you looked pretty cool right up until the part where you hit me. You almost pull it off."
He immediately smirks. "So you do understand, right? That it happened because you moved?"
can u do a bluelock smau where the reader sends spicy pics while their at practice??? do wtv characters u want but pls include bunny, hiori, and ness 🥹
PRACTICE CAN WAIT
in which you send them interesting pics while they're at practice
pretty boys who are used to getting hit on by girls every time they go out, so imagine their surprise when the pretty girl who kept looking at the two of you comes to hit on you instead !
featuring ; I.SAE, I.BUNNY, K.MICHAEL, V.HUGO
cw ; established relationship, full fluff, may be ooc
꧁ ITOSHI.SAE
"You still don’t know what you’re gonna take ?" Sae signed for what was probably the third time in the last fifteen minutes.
"Be quiet, you’re distracting me”
The restaurant was quiet. You could hear the clink of glasses from other tables. Your boyfriend was sat across from you looking pissed, with one arm on the table, turning his water glass in his hand. The lighting making his annoyed face even more clear.
"It’s been more than fifteen minutes since we’ve been sat, how come you still don’t know what you want to eat ?"
"I’m a little..distracted that’s all—but I know what I want now don’t worry !” You said happily, calling your server by waving your hand at her.
You had noticed people glancing at him,not that it was unusual ; Itoshi Sae attracted attention : pretty and famous it was no wonder people recognized him anytime you two were out together.
The server finally came to your table, greeting the two of you politely. She was a girl around your age, very cute to be honest. You caught her staring at Sae for a second longer than necessary, not that you weren’t used to it.
By the time you two finished eating she had stopped by your table multiples times — refilling your water, asking if everything tasted okay, making conversation with you. You assumed she was just being friendly to receive a good tip.
"Did you enjoy everything ?" She asked approaching your table to take your plates.
"Yeah it was really good thanks ! " You answered her question with a little enthusiasm.
She smiled hiding a small blush appearing on her cheeks. She then looked at you — not at Sae like you thought earlier but at you. Her fingers tightened slightly around the plates she just took from you, she definitely looked more shy than earlier.
"I really hope this doesn't come off as strange..." You blinked at her a little confused. "Hm ?"
She looked even more nervous. "I-I just think you're..really pretty." Hearing this, you let out a small laugh. "Thank you, you’re also really cute." Your remark made her blush even more.
She smiled back.. She didn't move then finally asked ; "Would it be okay if I gave you my number ?"
There was a silence — the awkward type. The question just hung there. You looked at her, she looked back at you and neither of you seemed to notice that Sae had gone still.
"Oh " you said softly. The girl looked mortified, embarrassment was the only thing she could feel. "Sorry ! I really didn’t want to make thing awkward.. was that too straightforward ?"
"No no it's just..." You glanced across the table. Sae was looking at the server who just hit on you while on a DATE with him, INFRONT of him.
You looked back at her. "I'm actually here with my boyfriend." You answered her while designing Sae with your hand. "Your…boyfriend?" "Her boyfriend yes."
You nodded agreeing to his words. She turned her head to look at him, you could see the shocking expression all over her face. "Oh."
The girl looked between the two of you after finally meeting your eyes again. "..Oh my gosh — I’m really sorry ! " You tried not to laugh at the once again uncomfortable face she was making.
The girl. Practically fled from the table letting a silence settling between the two of you.
You kept your gaze on your glass. Then your shoulders started shaking. Sae finally starting speaking. "Are you laughing ?"
You glanced up at him. "No.." He watched you after finally looking in the direction the server had disappeared.
You lost it a laugh escaped from your mouth. "What’s so funny ?" You shook your head. "Nothing."
He looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand what's funny." You looked at him, making your laugher even worse.
You took a breath. "You got ignored. The Itoshi Sae got ignored by a girl" He frowned slightly but still enough that you could see it. "You really were bothered."
"I'm not bothered." He said looking away briefly. "I know she was talking to you."
You laughed softly. "So you were paying attention." "Course I was." The answer came naturally. Your smile faded a little, though Sae seemed not to notice it .
His gaze settled on you once again. "You get hit on often ?" "Hmm.." You thought a little about it. "Sometimes but definitely not as much as you though." He let out a small hum of acknowledgement at what you just told him, making it seems as nothing.
You knew him well enough and it definitely wasn't nothing. You rested your chin in your hand. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He answered a little too fast—"I'm not jealous." "Then why do you care so much ?"
He didn't answer immediately but his eyes remained on you.
"I don't know." He continued with a calm voice.
You could tell he was starting to get embarrassed by the blush starting to form on his ears at that sigh you couldn’t help yourself but laugh a little. "Why are you making that face ?" "I’m not making any face !"
You reached across the table reaching for his hand . After a moment he placed his hand in yours. His fingers were warming yours. Then his fingers closed around your hand.
"So you really are jealous."
"..Shut up"
꧁ IGLESIAS.BUNNY
The place was tucked away in a corner of the town, a little place Bunny had found during his early days with the club. It was small and cozy with leather chairs with no one recognising him as it was mostly old people attending here.
He was sitting across from you, sleeves rolled up to his elbows dark eyes half-open because of the exhaustion that came from training until his legs gave out.
The two of you were talking when you noticed a shadow fell over the table.
Bunny’s posture changed when a girl stood over your table. She was tall and confident with eyeliner and a smirk. She was beautiful. In a way that made people nervous.
His hand slightly tightened around yours. He was used to fans coming up to him along with the autograph request, the photo and the nervous giggling.
"I'm sorry to interrupt " the girl said, her eyes fixed on you. "I had to come over. You're gorgeous."
Your boyfriend mouth hung open looking surprised.
The girl leaned down letting her hand touch your shoulder. "I'm Sofia. I was sitting there with my friends and I couldn't stop staring, are you single ?"
Bunny looked at you confusion and shock on his face. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. Quite the funny face he was making.
She continued by inviting you to have a drink with her and to exchange numbers while his grip on your hand got even tighter.
He was definitely not used to this, people did not hit on his girlfriend in front of him.
"Um.." you let out a small sound from your mouth, clearly embarrassed eyes switching between the two of them. Bunny face was priceless ; wide-eyed and indignant.
"Excuse me but— " Bunny started, his voice a little sharp, "We're together. Like dating, just the two of us."
She quickly side-eyed him before returning her gaze to you. "So... What do you say ?"
Bunny let out an exaggerated gasp, looking at you with wide pleading eyes.
"I’m really flattered but I’m not single..sorry." That girl was sadly the stubborn type as she decided to left her number on a napkin before leaving it in the table. "Well, if you ever change your mind you know where to find me ! " She said winking at you.
After she left, the atmosphere at your table was definitely unpleasant.
"No puedo creerlo." Bunny said in his mother tongue, staring at the napkin looking offended. "She wrote her number on a napkin, right in front of my salad, can you believe it ?"
"Don’t be jealous, I’m just that beautiful." At your words Bunny’s face softened.
"Can you blame me ? " he said, "I just... I'm not used to being the one watching people get excited when talking to you."
You kissed his knuckles. "You're the one who has me. I don't need anyone number because I already have you texting me every day."
"Now come on. Lets get out of here before she comes back."
Bunny quickly pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead. He then picked up the napkin crumpled it and put it in his pocket. "I'm keeping this as proof that someone tried to steal you and failed."
You smiled. "You're impossible."
"You love me."
"I love your money more."
"Sucia mentirosa."
꧁ KAISER.MICHAEL
The art gallery was really full of itself.
Michael was totally into the art gallery as he thought it was amazing. This place had a certain vibe, with its sleek walls and fancy lighting that made the paintings look like a million bucks. But between you and me, he didn't really get the art and (according to him) he didn't need to. All that mattered was looking at the painting like some kind of connoisseur and enjoying the atmosphere. He was happy to just soak it all in, even if he didn't totally understand it.
As you walked along, he grasped your hand tightly making sure everyone around could see that you were together. He came to a halt in front of a vibrant painting, its canvas splattered with bold red and black colors.
"That sure look..original" "This is expressionism." he explained with gleaming eyes from excitement. "It's like a mix of chaos, violence, and passion all rolled into one."
He turned to face you a smile spreading across his face. "It reminds me of myself." he said, his voice low and thoughtful. The way he looked at you made you wonder what he meant by that statement.
Was he saying that he was a complex, passionate individual full of contradictions ?
Or was he implying that his life was a chaotic violent mess with moments of beauty and passion thrown in ?
You however did not think the painting was that great. "It looks like something a little kid would make"
Kaiser was upset that you didn't care for the painting, he actually thought you should be really impressed by it. "You're supposed to think this is amazing." he declared clearly expecting a different reaction from you.
You just told him that you were always impressed by how he could talk about nothing and make it sound important.
A woman then approached you, with elegance and refinement, like someone who would be right at home in this "beautiful" gallery. She suddenly gazed at you eyes sparkling with wonder.
"There's something truly special about you." She told you in a voice filled with conviction. "You seem to belong here, as if you're an integral part of the art itself." She paused, studying you intently, her eyes locked onto yours.
"It's as if you've been here before, like you're a part of this world, a world where creativity and beauty reign supreme." Her words were laced with a sense of curiosity, and you couldn't help but feel like she had her head a little too up in the cloud.
A certain someone did not like that this random woman was saying words like that to you. He stood up straight, tried to get her attention.. but she just kept looking at you.
She introduced herself as the owner of the art gallery before expressing her interest in featuring you in her upcoming show. "I think you'd be perfect for it !" She said sparkling with enthusiasm. "There's something about you that's really special : a certain presence that draws people in."
Kaiser didn't take too kindly to her idea of featuring you on her show. He took your arm putting you slightly behind him just enough to block your path. "She’s not going anywhere." he said with a firm voice.
"Well she should ! She definitely have the face I’m looking for." she said with a shrug.
You attempted to calm Kaiser as he started to looked a little more mad. Meanwhile, you turned to the owner and let her know that you weren't interested in being featured on her show.
Despite what you had just said, she handed you her card. "Take it, just in case you have a change of heart !" With that, she finally walked away, leaving you to think about your decision.
Kaiser was still fuming. He snatched Margot's card from you and shoved it in a trash can nearby. "She wants you to give her a call."
You simply shrugged your shoulders and muttered, "I guess so—" you were suddenly cut off by arm being wrapped tightly around you, pulling you in close.
You gently touched his face, fingers tracing the contours of his skin. "I'm not going anywhere." Your voice was firm and reassuring. "I choose you."
" You are my everything, I can’t lose you."
Your lips touched his, and for a brief moment, everything felt right. But then Kaiser pulled away, a smile spreading across his face.
"Let's get out of here. I need to be sure that you’re not running off with any art gallery owner" "wouldn’t dream of it"
"Sehr gut, meine Liebe."
꧁ HUGO.VIVIEN
Vivian really enjoyed being here. It wasn't because of the books though— he did read, but he preferred pages with no words on them. He found that they helped him think more clearly, without any distractions. What he liked most, was that nobody bothered him. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, just as they should be, and that suited Vivian just fine. He could finally have some peace and quiet, and that's all he really needed.
You sat across from him with an open notebook, scratching on paper. He watched you for a moment, just observing. Like studying a problem to solve.
"Is there something on my face ?" You finally questioned him after what felt like an hour of him staring at your face. "We should get going in about ten minutes, you’re starting to look even more tired."
"I'm fine " you said without looking up.
"Your fine is subjective while my observation is objective." He rummaged through his jacket and pulled out a bar of dark chocolate, placing it next to my notebook. "Here, have a bite. I think your blood sugar might be getting a little low."
You smiled to yourself breaking off a small piece, "You always seem to know."
He thought for a moment then returned to his book, turning to a blank page, his eyes hovering over the emptiness.
The silence came back once again before footsteps came to interrupt it.
A young woman suddenly appeared at the end of the aisle, probably in her twenties, with a messy mop of hair and a big, cozy sweater wrapped around her. Her glasses were slipping down her nose, and she was struggling to hold onto a pile of books. She was the living cliché of a librarian girl.
"Excuse me," she said softly, her gaze wandering over the books stacked beside your table. "I'm trying to find a copy of The Stranger by Camus. Do you know if the original edition available on this floor ?"
You opened your mouth to respond but she was already looking at you differently, looking like she'd forgotten her question.
She dropped her books on the table, not even bothering to ask first. "You know—you've got really great bone structure — I mean, it's just a fact. Are you into art or something?"
Vivian stopped his so called "reading".
He glanced up, his face a picture of calmness much like the way he looked at people he didn't know or the empty pages of the books that lined his shelves.
"No " you said slightly surprised. " I'm in—"
Vivian cut you off to complet your sentence. "She's studying literature," he said to her calmly. "And she's with me."
The girl blinked, finally noticing him. " Oh..are you her—"
"Boyfriend."
She clearly didn't care of what he had to say. It was clear from her expression. "I’m doing my master in literature too !" She happily said, returning her attention to you.
"I'm intrigued, most people only pretend to read him but you look like someone who actually do." she continued, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What draws you to Camus? Is it the absurdity, the search for meaning, or something else entirely ?" Her voice was laced with a hint of excitement as if she had stumbled upon a rare treasure. "I've always been fascinated by his ability to capture the human condition in his writings." she added leaning in slightly. "There's something about his words that resonates deeply, don't you think ?"
"She does read Camus. I know this because I’ve had the pleasure of listening to her reading him to me for hours, and often together in bed." He answered her question in your place without any shame.
The girl cheeks flushed. "Okay that's—"
"Intimate information ?" Vivian tilted his head. " Maybe.. but in the establishing context, you approached girlfriend with interest so I'm just clarifying that you're wasting your time."
You stared at his face still calm as ever.
"I'm not—" she started trying to defend herself.
Vivian cut her off once again his voice still soft. "I'm not bothered, it's only human to be attracted to someone. But she's with me, and that's her decision."
Emma opened her mouth. Closed it.
"You're really weird " she said finally.
"I'm aware."
She grabbed her books and left without another word, leaving to the silence his rightful place.
Vivian went back to reading his book not saying a word about what had just happened. He didn't even crack a smile, simply kept on going like nothing had interrupted him at all.
"I've never seen you get so jealous that was quite a show."
"Jealousy is just an emotion." he muttered his eyes still on his book, "I was simply stating the facts. You belong to me. She was just a factor that I eliminated."
You let out a small laugh. "I think there are better ways than telling her that I read Camus in bed with you."
His eyes finally looked back at you. "It was relevant wasn’t it ?"
"You’re right." you whispered another small laugh escaping your lips. "I am yours."
"Tu vois quand tu veux" he said snapping off another piece of chocolate and offering it to you. "Now get back to work. We don't have much time, only seven minutes before your energy crashes again."
You took the chocolate, and as you did your fingers brushed against his. But he didn't flinch or pull his hand back, he just stayed still.
That was his way of showing affection.
You’d learned to read him the same way he loved to read those blank pages.
❦ synopsis: bllk men get withdrawals from your attention.
including: sae, kaiser, isagi
❦ sae
something was absolutely off. usually at this time you'd prance around your shared apartment singing or complaining to yourself—but now it was crickets. he watched you make breakfast for yourself, a blank expression on your face.
why? all because he called your current tv obsession half-baked, and in his own defence he didn't even think you'd take it this seriously. he felt as if he made one wrong move then he would be sleeping on the couch, so he said no more.
"so are you just going to ignore me?" he asks with a bored tone, sipping on that tasteless bullshit he drinks in the morning an unflavored protein shake.
now to him you were probably mad about his egregious statement against your favorite show but you were conducting a serious science experiment, one that would change human history. your hypothesis was that if you did not initiate emotional or physical intimacy then sae would hopefully compensate to restore "balance"
was it ethical? no. did you want to see what would happen if you pretended to be angry at him/ ignoring him? absolutely.
and so your little experiment began.
for the first two hours of the day it felt normal, nothing out of the ordinary, he was aware that you had the sleep schedule as capricious as the weather, so he paid no mind to it. it was only at this moment when it dawned on him that you were ignoring him.
by now he would have heard your favourite term of endearment, "kitten whiskers," or your odd jokes but no. he sat staring at you wondering when your shenanigans would end. not that he missed your nonsense or anything.
by the time it was midday he sat pouting to himself, today's practice felt weird yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. perhaps it was the lack of smothering you gave him before any matches or practices. maybe it could be the fact that you didn't even text him goodbye. sae was so engrossed in his sulking that he couldn't even pay attention to the vulgar jokes shidou makes. it got so bad that he nearly got hit in the face with the ball, emphasis on nearly.
the second he returned from practice he kicked off his shoes, flung his bag on the couch before padding to the bedroom and plopping right on top of you.
results: he barely lasted six hours.
conclusion: he seeks out affection more than he lets on.
"you realise you're sweaty as hell, right?"
"i know, just let me hug you."
❦ michael
"i am not addicted to your attention." the blonde scoffs. looking back on this, he was seriously mistaken. the two of you interlinked pinkies as you declared a bet,
"tommorow we'll see how long you go without attention, if i win i get to post anything on your account."
"anything? on my main?" kaiser’s eyebrows raised.
"yes. don't tell me you don't believe in yourself." you taunt holding back a sinister smirk.
"we have a deal."
those were probably his famous final four words, because you were indeed correct, he was an attention whore—for you. he laid next to you on the bed and you didn't even move to pepper his face with kisses nor did you rake your hand through his luscious hair.
but kaiser put up a brave facade acting like your lack of attention didn't affect him, he could handle you not even looking in his direction or laughing at his strange jokes, but this? he could not handle the excessive amount of attention you showered ness with.
the second ness came through that front door, michael felt like he had to compete with his best friend ness, and news flash he wasn't winning. ness began to charm you with his sweet ‘boy next door’ personality, a type of shyness kaiser did not possess. hell, you even giggled at him, whereas kaiser didn't even receive as much as a mere glance in his direction.
in you're peripheral you could see kaiser's persona cracking fast, it was only a matter of mere hours—no scratch that minutes before kaiser finally gives up on the bet but only if you played your current cards right. usually in the many bets you made with your boyfriend you'd never really put all of your effort towards proving your point but this was the one time to get back at him.
by nighttime, as predicted, kaiser clung to your waist mumbling about he hated needing your attention. you ran one of your hands through his hair, another reaching for his phone. it was time for revenge, you surf through a private album of pictures on his phone and post a old picture of kaiser in highschool sporting a cunty bald look.
you posted it on his professional account with the caption, “worked so hard my hair fell out.” you did this for two reasons, one, the memes that would arise from this picture would be legendary, two, revenge for him accidentally posting a picture of you sleeping in a contorted manner. you were now equal, so equal that you'd give george orwell a run for his money.
❦ isagi
you were having a great day, the sun casting its warm summer rays in a calm way. not only was the weather perfect but your hair, outfit and make was perfect too. to isagi there was just something about seeing you feel and look your best, it felt like a reward.
isagi only had a great day when you were looking at him. therefore his current dilemma. before he even got the chance to admire you, you were out and roaming the streets of spain before he even cracked his eye open. lying beside him was a small note which read,
“good morning, if you need anything i am just a call away. also good luck with the project ego sent you on, sincerely [name]. ps. that was not a reference to that evil man sincere.”
isagi groggily prepared for the so-called getaway ego plan for him. in all honesty he felt off kilter, practically thrown off of his familiar routine where you'd usually wake him up to soft encouragement or a kiss to the cheek, but today nothing.
he got to experience spain like a tourist, he went from one grand building to another, before joining the tour guide ego hired for him. how this would help with soccer baffled him but what could he say ego was kind of his coach and manager, meaning he had to trust the man.
isagi blends in with the crowd feeling a small twinge of pain on the left side of his chest, a pain that could be only soothed by your presence. every time he walked past a couple he'd glower at them also internally huff at the sweet gestures they did for each other. to isagi, you were so lucky getting the opportunity to explore on your own accord but he tried to stop sulking.
the second he returned to the hotel room, his smile up his entire face, he cast away his souvenirs and shuffled right next to where you sat huddled up in blankets, snacks beside you and watching some show.
“you're finally back, how was your day?” you greet, your hand patting the empty side of the bed just ready to unwind and soak in each other's presence.
“boring, you weren't there. if you were, it would been ten times better.”
“aww, well we have a few more days left in spain so we'll explore together.”
isagi hums, climbing into the bed and settling his head on your chest as you resume your show.
Featuring: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi
Here's the masterlist!
Isagi yoichi
• We know Yoichi is the most perspective of them all, and it really reflects in the he way treats you after sex.
• If you're looking visibly flustered or overwhelmed, he has the maturity to give you a water bottle and few minutes to yourself.
• He also needs a few minutes to calm down, and he does that by laying down next to you then reaching for your trembling hand to hold it.
• Always tells you to go pee lol without fail even if ruins the mood it's actually good for your health guys!
• Does he feel sleepy? Not at all. Doesn't matter you guys do it at 3 AM. If anything, sex just makes him more awake.
Meguru Bachira
• Oh isn't he the sweetest? In post-sex clings onto you even more during sex. I dunno how it's possible but trust me it is.
• Showers your face with endless kisses, while breathlessly whispering about how pretty you are.
• Doesn't let you leave the bed at all. Want some water? Don't stand up! Meguru's already running to the kitchen naked, naturally.
• Though, the clinginess might be a problem if you need your space for a few minutes. But seriously, even then you can't seem to resist him!
• This little ball of energy only seems to falls asleep when he's holding you like a teddy bear lol
Michael Kaiser
• Actually more good at this thing than you might think. Surprisingly, also on the clingy side.
• I'm not joking, Kaiser would literally press your back against his chest, and while he doesn't let you see his expression...let me tell you its ✨vulnerable✨
• He honestly feels vulnerable too. The good kind. Not the stupid football type.
• Y'know that big mouth of his? Yeah. That actually shuts up. Unless you're trynna leave the bed. Then he throws a tantrum lol
• Dw though he does give you water and cleans you up reluctantly
Rin Itoshi
• Believe it or not, Rin gets pretty calm and peaceful after sex, and it shows on his face. It's just glorious.
• The reason why he relaxes so much is because he carries so much frustration usually, and then sex just makes him literally forget everything.
• God does it make him feel so good to just remove Sae and Isagi from his mind for some time.
• Just lays down on the bed, with your head on his chest, and gently combs through your hair with his fingers.
riding michael kaiser so good until the word “mommy” accidentally slips out while he’s begging and pleading😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
he’ll never admit it, but kaiser becomes such a whimpering mess when you’re seated in his lap, your thighs straddling his as you fuck yourself on his cock, cum already drooling down from your pussy. his tip kisses your cervix, and it always feels so much deeper and more difficult to take him in this position. and with how relentless you are tonight, bouncing and grinding down on him, kaiser’s already completely losing it. his teeth are gritted, with droplets of sweat rolling down his forehead as he grips tightly at your waist.
but even so, it’s to your absolute shock when he lets out a tiny, “shit, slow down, slow down, m-mommy, fuck!”
he immediately freezes up, and you even stop your movements with a dazed, “huuhh?”
you can tell he’s utterly embarrassed, and you would be in more shock, if it weren’t for the fact that you loved it. you’d never thought there’d be a day that kaiser would submit to you like this, calling you mommy as you ride him, your pussy slamming down and swallowing his cock whole. before he can stammer out an excuse or some kind of justification, you instantly grab his face and stare at him, hearts practically in your eyes as you say, “really? mommy’s making you feel good, micha? mmffph, okay, just let me do everything..“
and he lets out a choked moan, “fucking.. shut up, didn’t even mean that..”, to which you instantly pout. even like this, he wants to maintain his pride.
you adjust yourself a little, hands pressed to his chest as you start moving like a bunny in heat on his dick, your tits bouncing in his face. and he just can’t help the way he starts to whimper, too lost in the pleasure of your walls wrapped around him. he’s too fucked out already, especially when he starts pleading, “mommy, mommy… wanna-ssshit-cum.. c’mon, let me cum, please, mommy..”
“micha,” you hum, titling his head up and seeing how wrecked he is. “y’wanna cum for mommy? yeah? gotta beg a littleee more, m’kay?”
and you’re sure he has no ounce of pride left, leaving his dignity behind as he starts panting like a dog, “m-mommy, fuck! wanna cum, fuckfuckfuck—“
it crashes over him abruptly, and you’re not even prepared as it floods your pussy, his cock twitching and pulsing, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls white. there’s a bit of silence after he’s finished, because you’re not exactly satisfied. for a man this desperate, calling you mommy, he didn’t even try making an attempt to ask for your permission.
“hey,” you whine. “mommy didn’t say you could cum.. you’re not a very good boy, micha..”
touch starved!kaiser x affectionate!reader based on this req (very ooc sorry)
growing up, michael really never felt loved by anyone until he met you. it felt like his whole perspective of the world just changed. he never knew what it felt like to be loved affectionately, and he never really knew how to give it back, too.
well at least he’s trying. he doesn’t know how to say it, but he loves it so much when you hug him, hold his hands, play with his hair, and many more. michael doesn’t want you to stop being affectionate to him verbally and physically.
in his head, he thinks he’s too clingy. and he doesn’t want you to portray him like that.
and today was one of the nights you were cuddling together— he cant let go of your warmth, your touch, your presence.
he thinks being with you is like a dream come true, because it actually is. the both of you were cuddling silently, but it was full of love.
“hey,” he says before taking a short pause. “am i annoying when i ask for too much?”
that caught your full attention now. “asking too much for what, exactly? you know i can never say no to you. you’re the best person i’ve ever met, micha.”
and then, he hugged you even more tight, not wanting to let go of you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. everything just clicks now. he wanted to feel loved. loved by someone who is worth his time.
“you’re never annoying, micha. i’ll always give you what you want.” you could hear him mutter an ‘i love you’ before kissing you gently.
