#͙͘͡★ ooc. the player

[attroxx]

to everyone who already has sylus' birthday card i'm happy for you but that should be me

[blindfoldcd]

ooc. I haven't been so un-hype about a region before Natlan.

I have no right to speak on it as a pale Caucasian person, but I'm seriously tired of seeing people not get the representation they deserve. I'm also tired of Genshin not being nearly as diverse as it COULD be. While I'm a girls girl and the women are gorgeous, I really wish that most of the Natlan cast would have medium to dark skin tones instead of the usual pale. I understand why its this way (Chinese beauty standards being what they are) but that doesn't mean it's right. The music is nice, the environment and vibes seem cool, but ffs. They started losing me with Sumeru when they released only... what is it now, 3 characters? That are of a slightly darker tone. Man, idk. I don't think I'll be putting any money into this game anymore aside from Welkin. I don't want to support a game that can't read the room and listen to their player base.

[doublebattled]

in this house we love and value respectful ttrpg players who contribute to the well being of the campaign by carrying some of the workload (art, inventory management, note taking, snack duty, scheduling, hosting, etc.) and ease the burden on the DM

[braveburned]

the way I interpreted hw2 is — following the thought initially put forward by ruin that princess quest is the canon ending of sb, hw2 takes place concurrently with ruin ( if slightly before by like, the ending of hw2 and the beginning of ruin overlap ) where gregory is the protagonist and the gameplay is him and vanessa trying to put an end to glitchtrap for good who in turn sets the mimic free as one final fuck you ( and likely the hope that the mimic would .... y'know, mimic afton and thus continue to carry on his eternal existence of fear and misery )

[lumierexfics]

• LIVESTREAM NAME : Frontman’s favorite !

LIVESTREAM DESCRIPTION : You’re his favorite square and everyone knows that !

★ STARRING : Hwang In-ho/Front man, Guard! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS : MDNI 18+, NO PLOT, Power dynamics, Canon squid game murders, OOC! Hwang In-ho/Front man, Usage/Mentions of a chastity belt, Usage of Sir, Slight sub/dom behaviors. ‼️

a/n : first squid game fic :D

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Your shaking hand poured his whiskey; tiny droplets poured outside the glass cup.

“Again,” he said, softly.

You drank the alcohol that burned down your throat, your gasps echoed throughout the dark room where the only light was from the screen that showed the game; red light, green light.

Your trembling hand spilled the whiskey again as the loud bang from the bullets echoed from the screen; watery eyes looked to him. As if he wasn’t just pounding into your skin mercilessly while your black jumpsuit pooled at the bottom of your ankles.

His left hand pulled your ski mask off, the tears dribbled down your face as he directed your attention to the game that was unfolding in the bloodshed.

“You’re so good for me,” he said. “My favorite manager…”

The wetness from your legs dribbled onto the floor, gasps continued to escape from your lips— you shivered at the feeling, his lips grazed the top of your nape. A bundle of curiosity grew in your stomach—You tried to see his face, just one little peek.

His hand adjusted your head to stare back at the screen, his lips continued to scatter kisses on your spine while he continued to thrust into you repeatedly. Though his gloved hands gripped your hips, some bruises might form but it didn’t matter.

You watched the players go into the safe zone across the pink line—seeing the corpses of players and minimal movements that came from them to have the viable option to harvest the organs when their chests went up and down; struggling to breathe—to survive. 

“It’s…it’s not fair,” you stammered out. 

You desperately tried to ignore the building up of cum from your abdomen—trying to ignore the belt that he had on you to stop the feeling of euphoria that wouldn’t come to you due to his control; your senseless pleas of a release never came. 

“I set the requirements for our relationship,” he said. “You broke one of them. I can’t give you fairness if you broke a requirement of ours.” 

Your hands gripped the back of the armchair, your knees pressed together but he continued.

“Sir, please,” you pleaded out. 

“Be good for once and I’ll let you finish,” he  replied. “I know that you can be good for me.”

[rynfiles]

want u around !

✎ᝰ — post breakups with the blue lock boys

★ — oliver aiku, rensuke kunigami, sae itoshi x gn!reader

★ — genre + warnings: angst + literally all the boys fucked up, ooc for sae (sort of)

The morning rises and Oliver awakens from his slumber, mainly because of his dark-furred border collie, Ella. But also from the recent, recurring, dream, one that brought him peace but also drifted him from reality. You both were dressed comfortably, lounging on the rooftop of his apartment, and enjoying the starry night. You both talk of the future, his soccer career, family, personal thoughts, and just about anything to avoid silence and to say what you truly want to say, that you love him. You were nervous; nervous laughter instead of joyful, clammy hands, playing with the ends of your hair, anxiousness rising, you were a frazzled mess. Oliver took notice and asked if you were okay, instead of responding “normally”, you exploded your heart onto him and told him you love him. Your emotions flooded your brain and mouth, and instead of stopping after the confession, you spewed out how your heart beats for Oliver, how your body yearns for him, your heart tugs at even the thought of him, just everything you’ve held in for the night.

Now his body yearns for you, his head hurts and his heart aches at you being the missing piece from his life. He wishes he didn’t screw up, he wishes your feelings of anger and hatred, he replaced with love and nurture, he just wishes that he had done right. He wishes for you to still be around.

The large double doors open, indicating that the Blue Lock players are released from the facility for a small break. It’s been a gruesome year, some suffered more than others, but it wasn’t the worst the boys have handled. Especially for Kunigami, his world shattered on multiple occasions and his heart was ripped from his chest as well. Not only did he lose a spot in the Blue Lock project but also lost one of the most important people in his life, the love of his life.

As the young male continues to exit, and says his goodbyes to his friends and teammates, he looks around for his parents, and you as well. Now he’s very aware of the certain circumstances between you and him, but that doesn’t stop him from having at least a sliver of hope. He’s praying and begging that you would be next to his parents and hug him tightly, he’s hoping that you’re there to greet him with your warm smile, he’s hoping for some kind of inkling of your presence. Hope is what is keeping his head held high but as he gets closer to the parking lot and finds his parent’s car, anxiety starts to replace that hope. It heightens once his parents spot him and exit the car, but you don’t.

Kunigami's brain starts thinking that maybe you were too busy to come with, maybe you forgot the date, or maybe you actually don’t care anymore. No, it couldn’t be that there’s no way you no longer have care for him, you said you love him. The breakup couldn’t have been that bad that you completely erased him, there’s just no way. Kunigami opens his phone and opens your messages, he sends a text but it doesn’t send. He panics and calls you but it goes straight to voicemail, he tries again yet the same result. He tries to call and text, yet the same message is repeated over and over again.

Kunigami soon becomes frustrated and realizes that you really have erased him from your life.

As he enters his home, Sae sighs heavily from the escape of the paparazzi. Usually, he just ignores him but he has dug too deep into his sorrows and tries every way to avoid them, not even having enough energy to throw a snarky comment at them.

Since that conversation, Sae’s emotions have been running rampant and they’ve been affecting his livelihood, as well as his playing skills. Thankfully, he can play it off and have no one notice but that doesn’t stop his mind from wandering to the last few words that were said and how you walked away teary-eyed. Soon enough, his mind becomes hazy and he misses a shot or incorrectly executes a play, but instantly saves it. Some of his teammates have noticed but don’t dwell on it since they know how Sae can be.

He drags himself to his room, half expecting you to be there and half expecting an empty bed. He plops himself on his bed and immediately starts cursing himself, getting angry at his sloppy plays, getting angry for even wanting to care, angry at allowing himself to become who he became, and just angry at himself. He’s frustrated at how he let fame and recognition change him to hurt his lover, the love of his life, the one thing that brought light to his mundane, cyclical life.

He promised himself to not mess this one thing up, this one thing of perfection, the one thing that he genuinely enjoyed. Yet, he did exactly that. But what did he expect? He’s Sae Itoshi, the man who’d rather put soccer over everything and who would rather tend to himself than to his loved ones. He tried, truly, but even that wasn’t enough to stop you from leaving. Nothing of him could stop him from leaving you and he may as well sit in that truth.

★ I had a completely different idea for these boys but why not write some angst ;p

★ hope you guys enjoy my first post here <3. lemme know which one is your fav !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: matthew 5:10

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[latteetastegood]

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞? ★★★★✩ (On Progress)

⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞☆⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞

Pairing ; reader × 02 lines boys.

Genre ; Romance, Fluff, Comedy, mention of Technology, a bit of angst, and something nice.

Disclaimer ; MAJOR ooc, this story contain a use of curse, mention of alcohol and some 18+ content, story are purely Fictional not related to any of these people, and grammar mistake or typo.

Story are purely mine (I get inspirational from other works but its mainly for spice) owned and made by ©latteetastegood, don't copy and repost in other platform unless permits.

⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞★⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞☆⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞͞⏤͟͟͞

Your life are supposedly to be comfortable, and cozy, you aren't interested in romantic relationship at all, enjoying your peaceful but productive life, until one day your friend just decided to drop a bomb in front of your porch and lit it up.

Suddenly you are entangled with people that you don't even want to be entangled with, and what's with that app? Your life suddenly are purposely just for a single rating? You look up at your head, there's clearly a feeling of a stars on top of your head like a Sims player getting controlled, you too are controlled by this stupid app that one day decided to mess you up.

And if that's not the worst, you are match with 5 different people! Going on dates, seems already impossible, you had to choose dating one of them? You look at your phone screen.

This is madness.

You scroll down, to see a man with beautiful face and eyes, looking at you sweetly, that you didn't know are a sadistic lunatic that love to mess with you, Oh Sion.

Being a Theatre student he is, he LIVES for drama! No wonder he is so bossy and love playing a trick on you, you wonder how many life you had once you are done with him.

Another scroll down, those innocent sparkling eyes are not fooling you for the second time, it's him, he might looks pure and innocent, he isn't. If anything he is the most back stabbing human you could ever known, Kang Taehyun.

How can he looks so pure, with stars on his eyes, but lying so easily, not to talk about his weird hobby of talking to an animal!

Third times a charm they said, it is. You are about to get your world fuck, that's for sure, there he is, a man that you thought would be the one who saved you, no he isn't. If anything he brings you to hell. Park Jisung it is.

You wonder when or how does it went wrong, suddenly he is very indifferent towards you, doing whatever he wants based on his needs. Yeah not very cool even for him.

Oh, it's him. He doesn't even supposed to be here? That one man that makes your blood boil just by seeing him, him and those annoying charismatic aura, what is he a vampire or something? Park Sunghoon are too good to be true, that's why good aren't even in his dictionary.

Handsome? Yes. Beautiful? Yes. He is him for a reason, he is the quality, no matter in which angle, he always looks the perfect one, didn't I tell you how red he is? You don't see it? Maybe you will see after you saw how many different faces you'll see at the bar when he is around.

Last, last is your last hope, but no, God decided to just let you suffer until one last time, he sent you another arrogant guy to humbled you down, yes he is so mesmerizing, yes he is ethereal, yes he is Park Wonbin.

You doesn't even understand why such narcissists, and a professional model like him even on a dating app on the first place, but you didn't even questioned it much further. It's simple he needs attention.

You could only breathe and sigh, why you? Why them? Why five? Can you choose? What if you didn't want to choose at all? Is it even an answer?

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A/N.

Lessgoo! I can't handle it okay? I want to write something new :') and for your information, this is very OUT of CHARACTER okay? I'm sure they are gentle and soft I just wanted to make something new haha, and trying something different for a while, I've been really into a lot of things and ig this account will be used for different writing and fandom one! Hehe have fun reading!

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

BREWING BONDS (oneshot)

(DRACO MALFOY x MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 961

⋆★ warnings : Draco is really ooc imo, very sorry but I was super bored and didn’t wanna write him normally 🙂‍↕️

⋆★ summary : Draco and M/N are rivals on and off the quidditch pitch. However, a potions project forces them to work together, leading to an unexpected change in their rivalry

⋆★ extra : can you tell I like time skips?? anyways this is straight DOOKIE but lord my tumblr has been dry…

The Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch matches were always the most anticipated game of the season. The rivalry between the two houses was fierce, and nowhere was it more evident than on the Quidditch pitch. Especially between M/N and Draco Malfoy. They had clashed on and off the field since their first year. M/N, being a chaser for Gryffindor, had always viewed Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker, as a proper twat.

The latest match was no different than any other. The air was thick with tension as the players soared through the sky, the crowd cheering and jeering from the stands. M/N and Draco exchanged heated glares as they passed each other, each determined to win the match for bragging rights.

"Try to keep up, M/N!" Draco called out with a smirk as he flew past, the Slytherin emblem on his robes catching the sunlight.

M/N gritted his teeth and pushed his broom forward, determined not to let Draco outshine him. The game was intense, each move met with a counter-move, and neither willing to back down. By the end of the match, Gryffindor had won by a narrow margin, but M/N felt the familiar burn of Draco's glare on his back as they descended.

"Better luck next time, Malfoy," M/N wiping the sweat from his brow taunted, unable to resist.

Draco sneered. "Enjoy it while it lasts, M/N. We’ll see who’s laughing next time."

The following Monday, Professor Snape announced a new project in Potions class. “You will be paired up for this assignment,” he drawled, his eyes sweeping the room. “And I expect nothing less than perfection.”

M/N listened with half an ear, still feeling smug over the Quidditch match. But his attention snapped back when Snape called out, “M/N, you’ll be working with Mr. Malfoy.”

A collective ripple of whispers and giggles filled the class. M/N shot a glance at Draco, who looked equally displeased. They grudgingly moved to a shared table, their tension noticeable.

"Let’s just get this over with," M/N muttered, pulling out his Potions book.

"Fine by me," Draco snapped, flipping through his own book with a bit more force than necessary.

The project required them to brew a complex potion, which demanded precision and cooperation. Despite their initial reluctance, they sucked it up; the project weighing most of their grade in potions, their competitive seemingly worked well together both trying their hardest to one up the other.

Over the next week, they met in the library or the dungeons to work on their project. Initially, the atmosphere was cold, each interaction laced with sarcasm and thinly veiled insults. But as the weeks went by faster, M/N began to notice things about Draco he hadn’t seen before. The way his brows furrowed in concentration, the elegance of his movements when handling ingredients. M/N found himself admiring Draco’s skill and dedication, his initial animosity slowly giving way to something else.

One afternoon, as they were cleaning up their workstation, Draco unexpectedly opened up. “You’re not as bad at Potions as I thought,” he admitted grudgingly.

M/N raised an eyebrow, surprised by what he thought was a compliment. “Thanks, I think.”

Draco smirked, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

As the weeks flew by, their interactions grew less hostile and more comfortable. M/N found himself looking forward to their sessions, a feeling that both confused and excited him. One evening, as they were finishing up, M/N’s heart skipped a beat when Draco leaned in closer than usual to examine the potion’s color.

“You’ve got something on your face,” Draco said quietly, reaching out to brush a stray bit of ingredients off M/N’s cheek. The touch was brief, but it sent a shiver down M/N’s spine.

“Thanks,” M/N mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up. He hoped Draco didn’t notice his blush.

Draco’s gaze lingered for a moment before he stepped back, a thoughtful expression on his face. “We should be done with this potion by next week,” he said, his tone almost… gentle.

“Yeah, looks like it,” M/N replied, trying to steady his racing heart.

That night, M/N lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t deny it any longer: he was crushing on Draco Malfoy of all people. The realisation was both exhilarating and terrifying. But mostly terrifying.

The next day, M/N found it harder to concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting to Draco, and he wondered if he felt anything similar. They worked in silence, but it the silence was comfortable and set M/N’s mind at ease

As they finished their potion, Draco looked at M/N with a curious expression. “You’re different than I expected,” he said, almost softly.

M/N’s heart pounded. “Is that a good thing?”

Draco hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, it is.”

The moment hung between them, heavy with possibilities. Before M/N could overthink, he took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. “Draco, I… I’ve enjoyed working with you. More than I thought I would.”

Draco’s eyes widened slightly, and for a second, M/N feared he had misread everything. But then Draco smiled—a genuine, warm smile that made M/N’s heart leap.

“I’ve enjoyed it too, M/N,” Draco admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

M/N’s breath caught in his throat. “Maybe we don’t have to stop working together,” he suggested, his voice trembling slightly. “Maybe we could… I don’t know, spend more time together? Outside of class?”

Draco looked at him, his expression a mix of surprise and hope. “Are you asking me out, M/N?”

M/N’s face flushed, but he nodded. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

Draco’s smile grew into a smirk, and he took a step closer. “I’d like that.”

[imisscherryboy-blog]

running back 2 u

enemies to lovers - football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 1 part 3

spotify playlist (it’s good i swear)

3k words…………….💀

story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven't been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: !mature themes! (no smut) enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, part 2/3, gn reader, ajax is bi (since it’s gn), alhaitham and kaveh are gay, tbh kaveh kinda ooc imo, ajax is a bad boy ⛓️🥀 california coded

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh), mona, albedo

warnings: mature themes, themes of sexual harassment (not described), reader almost gets kidnapped, drugs, alcohol, smoking, swearing, reader tells childe to kys (satire we in love w him)

★ part 2 of an ongoing series ★

ajax and his mom’s car drove further and further from the empty school. it was 11pm now, and you made your way back to the field to help clean up. the walk to the football field among the poorly lit school lights filled you with a sense of nostalgia—akin to how you first felt when you met ajax. you were snapped out of your thoughts as you saw kaveh jogging toward you.

“hey—you okay? what took so long?”

“oh boy.” this was gonna be a long night.

you drove kaveh and yourself to a nearby denny’s to debrief. you ordered pancakes and kaveh ordered probably the most, intricate, dish on the menu. over sharing food, you two both explained what happened while separated. you went first in retelling the events of taping him up to meeting his mom.

“he’s definitely not over you.” kaveh said taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“dude, i feel like that’s such a mom thing to say though.” you argued.

“oh yeah my son talks about you 24/7 even though you haven’t talked in years!! let’s be serious y/n.” kaveh always knew had to make you laugh.

“i’ll think about it… but i wanna know what happened with you and alhaitham.” you tried to move the conversation away from yourself.

“you will never in a million years guess what happened.” kaveh said, loudly whispering.

“okay, so i won’t guess. what happened?”

“he gave me his number.” he said as his hands flew up to his face. “i’m still in shock.”

“oh my god.” you said, almost in disbelief.

“and that’s not all.. he invited me.. to a party. his party.” at this point, kaveh was practically standing up.

“don’t even lie..” you said.

“oh i’m not lying.” he took out his phone and showed an imessage thread of alhaitham sending kaveh a date and time, along with an address. your hands covered your mouth. he was serious. “and you’re coming with me.”

“yeah right.”

“oh, you’ll be there alright.”

you were there alright. the two of you stood outside the large house, viewing the students and strangers scattered across the lawn. it had been two weeks since the incident with ajax. not a word had been exchanged since then. but you cared more about kaveh, who has always been there for you, than some now stranger that presumably hates you. so you decided to accompany him. ajax and alhaitham were close, so you knew damn well you’d be in for a long night.

“well.. my future boyfriend is waiting inside. let’s go.” kaveh said as you both walked inside. it was a big house to say the least. alhaitham’s parents were some high ranking officials for the state school board, so they had money—and the ability to pull strings at any school they pleased.

“these high ceilings… and oh my god these exposed beams..” kaveh started to ramble on about the architecture of the house. he was into that stuff. you just nodded your head and pretended like you understood. you two walked to the drink table, and you both took a shot of pink whitney (it was disgusting) and a hard seltzer as a chaser.

“’m glad you guys made it.” an unfamiliar voice could be heard behind the two of you before you turned around. it was alhaitham.

“hi alhaitham!” kaveh sounded a little too happy. you also said hi and let the two of them go. you didn’t want to third wheel so you talked to some friends that were also at the party.

you couldn’t find ajax, though.

you hated that he was the first person you wanted to look for in this crowded room.

you figured he was off with someone, but nonetheless continued to keep and eye out for him, to steer clear of him, of course.

“and i just knew off the bat he was a scorpio.” your friend in your government class, mona, said as she took a sip of her drink.

“you’re so talented.” another friend of your’s, albedo added.

“if he was a cancer, it’d be a whole other story. everyone likes cancers..” she trailed off.

ajax was a cancer.

“hey y/n, let’s go take another shot.” mona suggested. “you down?”

“sure.” you figured saying no would leave you alone. albedo followed the two of you. after a couple of shots, mona kept talking.

“weren’t you the one that went with ajax after his last game?” mona’s question snapped you out of your daze.

“oh, yeah. that was me.” you explained.

“you didn’t hear it from me, but ajax’s fan club kinda hates you now..” well that was great. you didn’t even do anything.

“oh for real?”

“mhm, i even heard you two go way back.” albedo added. how would anyone know that..? let alone care that much? you thought to yourself.

“who’d you hear it from?” you asked.

“i heard two girls talking about it in econ.” albedo nonchalantly said.

“oh.”

in that moment, you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. you looked to the right of albedo’s head and saw ajax leaning against the wall, beside another guy. the guy was looking at him and talking, but it seemed like the only thing he was focused on was you. he took a sip from his red solo cup as you both held contact for maybe a second, before he looked away. it seemed he was already staring at you.

“y/n?” mona said.

“oh, sorry. why don’t we take another shot?” you suggested. something in you wanted to forget about him for a little bit to relieve yourself of the jealousy you felt. you knew that guy was his next victim, and it made you upset that that’s the person he’s become.

you, albedo, and mona took more shots after that. mona was gone by that point, and you were pretty sure you were drunk. luckily for you, you weren’t too much of a talker when you got drunk, you just felt dizzy and tired.

“i think we should go, mona. you need to sleep.” albedo said as he ushered a tipsy mona out of the door. you said your byes and stood at the steps of the house, watching them leave. you shouted a small “text me when you’re home” to which albedo nodded. you checked your phone for the time. it was 11pm now. you figured you should go find kaveh.

you walked along the twisty halls of alhaitham’s house. it felt like everything was spinning. you just wanted to sleep. you couldn’t go home unless you found kaveh. you didn’t want to leave him, and he’d understand if you wanted to go home. you recalled you didn’t see ajax after only seeing him for a second. maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but you felt as if you were being watched. you didn’t know by who, though.

you ended up in the living room again. you sat down on the large couch next to a couple making out, keeping your distance. you put your hands on your face, rubbing your eyes and trying to stay awake. you kept telling yourself that you needed to find kaveh, but every passing second made you feel more and more tired. a short nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

and just like that, you fell asleep on the end of the couch. you would admit it’d be kinda embarrassing to fall asleep at a party like a little kid, but you couldn’t help it. you were in a daze, half asleep and half awake. you could still hear the loud music, but your body was asleep. you saw two blurry figures in front of you.

“let’s take them …”

“my house? …”

“let’s go …”

what we’re they talking about? maybe they were talking to each other. why were they looking at you though? all of a sudden, you felt yourself being lifted up by the two guys. you honestly thought it was kaveh trying to get you back home, but he wasn’t that big. you felt yourself leaning against one of the guy’s arms, as the other one held you up. you felt yourself heading for the door before another guy stopped you.

“fuck are you guys doing?” a familiar voice said.

“oh—they’re our friend. they had a little too much to drink.” the two guys laughed. that was when you realized those two men were indeed not your friends but probably two low lifes trying to take advantage of you.

“y/n you know these guys?” the voice asked you. you nodded your head ‘no’ in response. you felt yourself being pried off by the person in front of you.

“who do you think you are? huh?” the guy that was trying to kidnap you said loudly. you had a headache now. all you could feel was a warm arm around you, and your head resting on.. ajax?

“who even are you two?” you heard alhaitham’s voice now. when those two guys carried you, they felt way too big to be high schoolers, college students?

“that’s none of your fucking business. get the fuck out of our way.” one of the two guys said. you felt a hand grab for you before ajax pulled you away from them.

“it is my business dipshit, i’m the owner of this house.” alhaitham retorted. by now, there was a small crowd around the five of you.

“alhaitham take y/n upstairs, i’ll deal with them.” ajax said as you felt alhaitham after a couple seconds pick you up with ease. usually, you’d be up and well awake by now, but that pink whitney had you paralyzed. you wanted to just say you could walk, but if you did, you’d probably collapse on the spot. contrary to some beliefs, alhaitham wasn’t a bad guy. kaveh liked him for a reason. he wouldn’t jump from girl to boy like ajax did. he carried you up the stairs and stopped in front of a room, before muttering something to himself.. about kaveh? then walking to another room and placing you on a bed, before immediately leaving, shutting the door behind him. you looked around the room before falling asleep. needless to say, it was a really nice room. it had a balcony and a big tv. it was a good size and the bed was pretty comfortable. there was a sports duffel bag on a chair that had your school’s logo on it. there wasn’t any equipment in it, just clothes. were you in alhaitham’s room? you looked a little closer and saw a hoodie laid out on the edge of the bed. it had your school’s name and the number 11 on it.

number 11?

why would ajax’s hoodie be here?

your headache only got worse, especially after almost getting kidnapped. you could heard the commotion downstairs, most likely ajax trying to get those two college guys out of the party. you slowly drifted to sleep.

after what felt like a couple hours, you woke up. you felt severely hungover but you tried to ignore it. it was still dark outside, and the room was cold. too cold. you picked up your phone that was on the charger and saw the time, 4:00 am. you had a couple of notifications but none of them were from kaveh. wait, you didn’t plug your phone in before going to sleep? who plugged it in?

“sleep well?” a voice could be heard from the balcony. the door was wide open, and you looked over. ajax stood at the door to the balcony with a cigarette in his hand, wearing that same hoodie you saw before going to sleep.

“no—what’re you doing here?” you said as you rubbed your eyes, slowly getting up.

“alhaitham had the bright idea to put you in my room.”

oh.

you were in ajax’s room.

“sorry.” you said. it went quiet for a minute. “you shouldn’t be smoking.” you pointed out.

“it’s either this or the oxycontin they prescribed me.” you’d much rather have him smoking a cigarette then.

you were sitting on up on the bed now. you needed to get kaveh and go home. you still were processing the events from last—a couple hours ago.

“you kept saying my name in your sleep..” ajax said blowing a puff of smoke outside.

there was absolutely no way. you felt your face heating up, were you actually??

“just kidding.” he ghosted the smoke.

“genuinely kill yourself.” why’d you believe him so easily? that would’ve been the worst thing to happen to you that night. after almost getting kidnapped. “where’s kaveh?” you asked.

“he’s out, alhaitham’s room.”

oh my god.

you’d need to debrief again with kaveh later.

“where’s alhaitham’s room? i’m taking him and going home.” you stated as you began to look for your belongings.

“how’re you getting home?” ajax asked.

“uber.” you said.

“like an uber’s gonna accept your ride at four in the morning.”

“you gonna drive me then?”

“if it comes down to it, yeah.” why was he being.. nice?

“you shouldn’t be coming to these kind of things if you leave yourself this vulnerable.” ajax said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “you haven’t changed, y/n.”

“well you sure have.” you said under your breath.

“grow up, y/n. just because you’re stuck in the past doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing that i’ve changed.” he had a point, but you’d never say that. “we’ll never be those kids again.”

you chuckled, “at least i can stick to one person. it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at that.”

“who? you can stick to who?”

you. that’s what you wanted to say. that’s what he wanted to say, too.

“nobody—just tell me where alhaitham’s room is.” you wanted to leave. remember how you thought he was being nice?

“down the hall on your right.” ajax said, walking back to the balcony. it felt like talking to a stranger.

you followed his instructions and arrived at the door. should you knock? or just go in really slowly? you put your ear against the door, trying to listen for any, sounds you wouldn’t exactly want to hear. it sounded quiet. you reached for the door handle and slowly pushed down, but it stopped there. it was locked. you cursed kaveh in your head, once again that night. you heard ajax’s agitating, grating voice down the hall, laughing. you just rolled your eyes and tried texting kaveh.

“y/n, it’s not gonna work. just wait until morning and you guys can uber back together.” he had a point. what was a couple more hours? at least you wouldn’t be leaving kaveh either, but you’d be stuck with ajax. that’s not something you really wanted, but it was for kaveh.

“do you have any food?”

you and ajax ended up in the kitchen, eating cereal. you pushed the cinnamon toast crunch around in your bowl as you sat at the island. ajax was in front of you, pouring himself out more cereal. it was quiet for the most part. one thing about the two of you was that you’d both be too scared to be the first to do anything. but that was a long time ago.

“how’s your knee?” you made some attempt at making conversation.

“recovering. what’s it to you?” of course he just had to say something that would piss you off.

“absolutely nothing.” you responded, taking a bite of the cereal. “did you fight those college guys?”

“oh yeah the ones that tried to abduct you and you just let them?”

that pissed you off. it wasn’t your fault, if anything, it was whoever let them in.

“if you did fight them i hope they beat the shit out of you.”

“maybe you should learn how to be more careful at parties. also another reason why you shouldn’t even be here.” he retorted.

“you’re such a bitch, you know that? i came with kaveh because i’m actually a good friend. it’s not like you ever were.”

“don’t start with that shit y/n.” he looked angry now. “i saved your ass and i don’t even get a thank you?”

“thank you. happy?” ajax’s phone started buzzing, it was closer to you than to him, so you saw the text messages.

myqb😘: kaveh’s w me

myqb😘: you should talk to y/n while you have the chance 🤑

myqb😘: and help me clean my goddamn house

that’s all you saw before he took his phone back. what the fuck was with the emoji? and the name?? ajax texted him and laid his phone screen down now. he didn’t see you reading the messages. you and ajax have argued twice in one night, you started to remember why you two aren’t friends anymore. you put your hands on your head, rubbing your forehead. you felt your headache coming back.

“what’s wrong with you?” his look softened a little when he saw your face.

“nothing. just hungover.” you responded.

“you need painkillers?” it was like he read your mind.

“i’ll take some if you have any.” you admitted.

“i got opioids, cigarettes, and tylenol. your pick.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“tylenol.” you said.

“you sure?” he asked. you nodded your head in response. he went upstairs to go get your pain killers. why was he doing this? his face when he saw you in pain made your heart melt. why did it seem like he still gave a fuck about you? more like you two both gave a fuck about each other. you started thinking. you helped him out, and he’s helping you. your headache only got worse.

-> part 3

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[agonydefying]

Black Rock Shooter RP blog

hi uuuuuhhh it's kris back with another fucking 2am impulse blog

this one's for my girl black rock shooter... from black rock shooter. specifically the 2012 anime verse, about 13-15 years after canon.

sideblog to @djsangos so i'll follow back from there

same rules as all my other blogs apply, 18+ only, no personals, you get the gist

i get fucking lazier and lazier with every pinned post but can you blame me? i do this shit too fucking often lmao

ooc/rules carrd

stats below cut:

did a toon me picrew of my own interpretation of her design until i feel like actualy drawing one, whenever that is, so here's this for now:

it's fucking impossible to get her asymmetrical twintails with any fucking picrew man i'm doing my best

This blog takes place about 13-15 years after the ending of the 2012 anime. Run as if BRS is the one running the blog, all posts should be assumed to be in-character unless preceded with “//”, tagged “#ooc”, or otherwise stated.

Name: Black★Rock Shooter

Nickname/s: BRS, or, alternatively, “Rock.”

Age: about 27-ish

Pronouns: she/her

RELATIONSHIPS

Mato Kuroi: Human counterpart

Dead Master (Yomi Takanashi’s other self): they have a… situationship?

The other… other selves: Acquaintances, adversaries, friends. All those words mean the same thing in the Hollow World.

LAST SEEN ON B★RS..

(Note: some of this is canon, some is headcanon extrapolated from canon, and some is just straight headcanon)

True to her promise, BRS continues to bear Mato’s pain and fight for her sake in the Hollow World, though their situation isn’t as dire as it once was. In her adolescence, Mato’s continued repression and ignorance of her pain and grief meant that it was all pushed onto BRS to bear, causing her to become progressively more powerful and ruthless, indiscriminately slaughtering other selves, freeing them and their human counterparts from the pain they bore… and the memories of said pain. This all reached a head when Mato, determined to save Yomi from her own pain, fused with BRS in the Hollow World to stop her from killing Dead Master… but she was too late. Seeing Dead Master as Yomi, impaled on BRS’s blade, Mato couldn’t take that pain, and the trauma it caused pushed BRS over the edge, driving her insane and transforming her into something overpowered and nigh-invincible. At Mato’s declaration that she wanted to feel pain, she promised she’d show her just that, beating her counterpart to a pulp until Mato, realizing that she really couldn’t make it through life without hurting anyone herself, finally fought back, snapping BRS out of her frenzy. With Mato’s friends’ other selves having been revived, restoring their memories, the two part ways, with BRS telling Mato that she fights for her because she loves her.

Now, in adulthood, Mato does her best not to run from her pain, to let herself feel it and deal with it. This doesn’t leave BRS out of a job, however, and she dutifully fights for Mato’s sake as she always has, in the endless battlefield of the Hollow World. But it’s safe to say that both of them are at least a bit healthier due to Mato’s efforts.

Mato herself is now a professional basketball player, turning what was once her hobby into a career. She still remains close with her friends, and is dating Yomi, though her travels for games mean she’s not always able to spend as much time with everyone as she’d like.

Though the majority of BRS’s interactions with her fellow other selves involve violence, there isn’t necessarily any hatred in their battles. They’re generally able to have civil conversations whenever they’re not trying to rip each other’s heads off. They’re friends. Probably.

BRS sees glimpses of Mato’s life in her dreams, just as Mato sees BRS in hers. A literal world apart, they don’t see much of each other otherwise, but that doesn’t mean either of their love for their counterpart has waned.

anyway that’s where i’m calling this it’s 2am bye

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

What kind of music do you think damian would enjoy?

★ I'm assuming you're asking this OOC SOO,,

For Damian, I think his music taste is built based on classical music when he first arrives at Bruce's house. He was forced to be apart of the arts when he was with the Al ghuls, which he did end up enjoying. I'm sure many people also headcanon him to be a violin player to, so I'm going based off of that.

He'd be really into classical music because of his mother's side of the family, but then when he finally gets to Bruce's, his whole world changes. There's new things he's never heard before, or seen. So I think his music taste is built of all of his family members taste. Damian likes all kinds of music. Dick shows him more of the 80's style of music or like 90's bands. Jason shows him more of the rock n roll side of music and metal, along with a few other types of style of music. Tim shows him more alt music & hip-hop. The list goes on and on,, and everytime, Damian is adding a new song to his list.

His playlist is compiled of music that his family & friends listen to. That's what I think. He has no specific taste !!

(He listens to it all because of his love for his family)

[gullableh]

•★  SICK🌌🪐

JULIAN. LOKI X MALE! READER.

★•° Warnings : boy x boy, cringe, very fluffy,

Swear words, fruity af.  Crack treated, like seriously crack treated

Reader is a simp.

Highschool AU

(I'm not good in french even though I got a 9-

I will use Google Translate mostly. So if youre reading this and you're french, im sorry if i made a mistake or two, you can correct me if I'm wrong ^^)

★•° summery :reader and Julian supposedly had a date. But sadly reader got sick and couldn't come. So Julian decided to pay his lovely boyfriend a quick visit, just a quick one...

★•° a fluff story so no dirty thoughts.

• usage of pet names

• relationship goals

• probably ooc since I'm not the best in   writing oc 

Music you could listen to while reading:

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Écoute chérie; 

Vendredi sur Mer

              The moon will sing;

                                           Angus & Julia stone 

Back to the old house;

The Smiths                     

              Lamp;

                                                     Yume Utsutsu

                

                                (Enjoy ^v^)

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Readers pov:

*Sigh*

This. Was. The. Worst. Oh you wanna know what happened? Oh well you probably already had read the summery, you still want me to tell? Okay sit down and listen carefully. Also next time read the summery some people aren't as generous as me to explain why my day is ruined. And the people who have read the summery. Good job here have a cupcake *gives the cupcake to you* ^v^

Anyways where was i? Oh yeah, listen carefully...

It was any normal day, I woke up went to school met up with my lovely boyfriend🥰

And I remembered after school we have a date, great right? Well I'm not finished.

After school I went ahead to go home and get prepared for my date with my boyfriend. 

I got home, had an outfit ready, and I was about to go when suddenly.

*Chough* *Chough*

I have no idea if mothers have mother senses (it would be cool if they did) but as if she had a spidersense of her own she grabbed my arm, shut the door and made me sit on the couch.

Then she went on a full on ten minute long lecture about how I was sick and that I should stay home. Wait stay home? But I was about to go on a date. Mother couldn't possibly do this to me, oh but she could.

Well anyways, now I'm here in my room, in my bed all depressed because I couldn't hang out with my boyfriend )': I had already told him, well, texted him that I wasn't able to attend our date since I was SiCk. Oh please, as if I would die.

I was moping in my bed all pouty, from disappointment because I couldn't see my boyfriend, but also from pain. (stupid migraine) It was I think around somewhere in the night, after dinner. when I heard something. I stopped moping and listened carefully where that sound came from

*Tick* *tick* *tick*

It was as if someone was knocking against glass, again I stayed quiet and listened attentively

*Tick* *tick* *tick*

Wait it sounded like it came from my window. I got up from my bed, fear slowly creeping up, I went to my bedroom window, and shoved the curtens to the side slowly, and then i saw....

Third person pov:

There he was, Julian Loki Infront of your window, the best soccer player in your school, also one of the kindest people in your school. And most importantly, your lovely boyfriend that you where thinking about the entire day.

A smile made its way to youre lips, but confusion was visible on [readers] face. What was he doing here, it's somewhere between eleven o' clock and twelve o' clock, shouldn't he be home alseep? Worry was also evident on the boys expressions. [Reader] quickly opened the window and let him in.

"Julian what are you doing here?"

"Mon chéri, sorry I wanted to come here earlier but my mother wouldn't let me out of the house."

He said with a sweet and gentle smile towards you. You see why I'm so smitten over this guy? 

Julian is always so sweet and gentle, he's like that towards everyone, but towards you he is even more gentle.

"Speaking of, why are you up so late?

You said you where sick, you should be resting Mon amour."

He said, he spoke with such a gentle tone, it was angelic, he was an angel that's why. He ushered you to bed like a mother would to their child. And you being such a simp for you're boyfriend, obliged and laid down on you're bed. Oh yeah did I tell you that he had a bag with him, well he laid the bag on the ground and started to rummage trough the supplies in the bag. He grabbed what seemed like medicine and food, that could help [reader] with his sickness.

"I also might have paid a quick visit at the infirmary."

He said with a smile that could blind you because of how bright it was. He grabbed a container with some liquid stuff, probably soup.

"Have you already eaten? It would be great if you did, but that would mean I bought this for nothing"

He said with yet again, another blinding smile.

Because of the stupid migraine and the fact that the sickness made you not hungry, you nodded you're head a no. You where indeed hungry but because of the sickness, you felt like throwing up everytime you're nostrils smelled the slightest bit of food.

"I'm not hungry, thank you Julian but there was indeed no need"

That was a big ass lie, and the both of you knew that all to well, he looked at you with a worried expression, yeah there was no way that he didn't know I was lying

"Mon chéri please tell me the truth"

Yup, now I feel guilty about lying yippie :'D

I took a deep breath and told him the truth, that shows how much of a sucker I am for this man. He again looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

"très chère chérie, if you want to get better you should eat healthy things, i don't like seeing you sick and in pain."

He gave me a sweet smile, but behind that smile was clear that he was still very worried.

I smiled at him back with as much gentleness.

"Im sorry Julian, I didn't exactly mean to lie, it just kinda slipped-"

"It's all right Mon amour, just please don't lie to me like that again."

He cut me off before I could even properly apologize, I smiled at seeing his gentle smile reapearing on his lips again. He grabbed the container with the liquid stuff in it, he opened the container and low and behold chicken soup. He grabbed the plastic spoon that was in the container with the soup.

"Open you're mouth mon chéri I'll feed you."

He said with a smile as if he didn't say the most flustering thing, I felt my face heat up specifically my cheekbones. The spoon with the chicken soup was right Infront of you're mouth, slowly you opened you're mouth a bit, until it was wide enough for the spoon to fit, for some reason this felt so embarrassing even if there weren't any people around, it was just so embarrassing being fed by someone. A while later and the soup was finished, you felt a bit better now that you weren't hungry anymore, but the migraine was still haunting you. Luckily you're savior in need is here to help you from you're misery.

Julian again rummaged trough his bag that he had brought along with him, he let out a small 'aha' as if to say that he had found something. He brought the thing out of the bag and let me have a closer look, it was painkillers, he really though of everything.

"I've brought some painkillers."

He wouldn't stop smiling, as I said such a sweet angel. He gave you the painkiller and abit of water to drink with, in one swift motion you chugged the painkillers with the water down in one sip. The painkillers where helping a bit but not as much as to make it completely go away.

"My head still hurts"

"Would you like me to massage you're scalp Mon amour?"

Definitely did not expect him to suggest that, but who would say no to that offer? So you nodded youre head with a smile and gestured for him to sit next to you on the bed, I patted the empty place beside me, he made his way towards me and then sat next to me on the bed. He laid my head down on his chest, so that he could carefully massage my scalp while I was in a comfortable position. My head was laying on the side where his heart was, his heart beats where so soothing I could just fall asleep. Not long after did his hands began to gently massage my head, all of this was so very calming I could already feel myself geting tired and sleepy slowly and slowly.

"Is this alright mon chéri? If you're uncomfortable just tell me alright?"

I was already half asleep so I just let out a small 'hmm' so that he would know that I was still listening to him. He laughed at my tired state, he looked so adorable while laughing.

"Goodnight mon vie"

He said before giving youre lips a small peck. Not caring if he would get sick later, all he cared for now was that you where comfortable and safe. The rest didn't matter all that matter to him was you. 

Fin:D

★°•BONUS+

THE NEXT DAY

 you woke up from a very nice dream, you felt much much better after last night, guess Julian took very good care of you. you expected to wake up in you're own bed wich you did, but you specifically woke up in someone's arms, Julian's arms. he was still sleeping, so the ever so kind boyfriend you are, you let him have his rest and sleep. And seems like he had it enough because not even a minute after you woke up, was he starting to wake up. His eyelids slowly lifted up, revealing his golden brown eyes. They look so beautiful in the morning. He looked at you before a smile was forming on his lips, how cute this moment was. 

"Morning mon soleil"

Two boys waking up from eachothers arms, oh how adorabl-

*Chough* *chough* *chough*     

That was not me I swear. Oh it was julian, seem like he got invected when he kissed you goodnight last night....

Well then, atleast now you could repay him back with taking care of him this time.

Fin (fr this time)

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This was so crack treated and cringe, I apologize if you felt second hand embarrassment-

[minatos-room]

Further ★ Information ★ (*ﾉ´□`)ﾉ

《 ooc 》 This is a Cherry Bitch Club Role Play account. A series made by Vivinos & Qmeng. Due to the series being shut down for Alien Stage I would be happy to also have Alien Stage Role Players interact, of course if they want only.

I am fine with everyone interacting, any anons, any rp accounts but just be Normal people.

My asks are always open, and my dms are also open. :)

[beefyballs123]

☆

Reverse 1999 headcanons!!

Characters I wrote headcanons for in this post -

Pavia, A Knight, A fool

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My last post about my Зима headcanons did very well! In fact, it was my most liked post on this account which I've created during January/February of this year!! I just wanted to thank you very much :3.

And again, some of these might be inaccurate/ooc! I'm basing the hcs on the characters appearance/voicelines, though some of them might just be what I think :3

By the way, I'm using they/them pronouns for the fool. I'm not sure if it's correct or not, but since there's a voiceline in which the fool declares that they have no gender, I'll just go with they/them for now. If it's incorrect, please let me know!!!!

*⁠♡✧⁠*

Pavia was a piano player. While it seems unrealistic, and quite out of character for him to play the piano, (because he very obviously seems like the person who you'd see with an electric guitar on his back), it's also not too far fetched. His 'perfect hands' (as he describes them,) adorn ten 'perfect' long fingers which seem to be familiar with the octaves of piano keys he has found in his basement. He'd try to recreate that melody his mother used to sing to him before she was sent to an asylum. Though he must admit, he hasn't played the instrument for long. Maybe a few months when he was younger at best. He found himself too bored with it, and the strings in his mind were being pulled by the thrill of holding a growling, and whaling (electric) guitar in his arms.

A knight was a red head. It seems almost comical, but before he has lost his appearance — except his muscular frame which was contoured by the cloak, and armour he usually wears (which also gives an idea of his height) — his hair was shoulder length. It was slightly wavy, but not much, because he didn't understand how to take care of it. It was usually slightly tousled, and thrown back against the back of his neck. He didn't tie it often though, and despite his hair bothering him, he has never thought about cutting it.

A fool often quotes shakespeare. "We know what we are, but know not what we may be." as the fool likes to say. Their hand dramatically stretched out above their head with the same blue rose (at least I think it is) held in their hand. Their fingers played around the stalk of the flower while their red bangs fell over their mask with their theatrical bow.

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I apologize if they are inaccurate, or cringy. I was a bit too lazy to add any more headcanons, but I will probably make more in the future if I will feel like it :3

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[mysouleaten]

OUR GET-ALONG SHIRT

[ this fic is a re-upload from my old account ! ]

bachira m. x gn!mc

summary ... you and bachira don't get along very well and blue lock cant have their best dribblers get into pity fights ! their solution ? is to get you and bachira a 'get-along shirt' isagi ... he just doesn't want his two best friends fighting

warnings ... fluff, mc and bachira acting like an old couple, bachira being a menace, mc is tired lol, maybe bad grammar?, ooc?

you liked your alone time

and it seems bachira likes your alone time too

you were eating? he was talking loudly with his mouth full and getting the food in his mouth everywhere

you were practicing? he was there talking your ear off

trying to use the bathroom? taking a shower? he. was. there.

just being obnoxious and loud

he also asked you millions of stupid questions about anything, 'what are you eating' 'why does your hair look like that?' 'do you always drool in your sleep?'

ok maybe you were overreacting a bit but the guy doesn't know what personal space is! always touching you, jumping on your back, and draping himself all over you

it got to the point where you had to manhandle him off of you! and that's when you started to whine to isagi about bachira telling him to get his little monster away from you!

obviously, isagi, as the kind and more patient person than you, agreed and tried talking to bachira keyword 'tried'

bachira being the little demon he is, started bothering you more, but thankfully not physically... he learned somewhat personal space after you hit him

he just talked to you more often, you even tried to explain to him you wanted to be alone.. but he wouldn't get it 

you just didn't get why bachira bothered you more than the rest of the team! why was bachira so obsessed with annoying you?

because thats how he got your attention,     he was like a third-grade bully that had a crush on a girl with pigtails and would pull them to get the girl to notice them and pay attention to them

yep, that's what he was like

yet you didn't notice this though,     you thought he was just being a little shit

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isagi wasn't happy knowing his two best friends ... weren't happy with each other- weeell more like you weren't the happy best friend

but he also noticed  how much attention bachira  has been giving you   and so did the blue lock eleven players

karasu suggested a 'get along' shirt to the other players while bachira was off bothering you and you ignoring him

"we should get them a 'get along' shirt" karasu suggested

"huh? what's that?" isagi asked,   "it's like a huge shirt that can fit two people in them," hiori said

"it's like jail for two people, the idea is for them to get stuck together until they can learn how to get along," chigiri said

isagi raised his brows "its that simple?-  but what about [name]? I don't want them getting uncomfortable.. "

"sometimes it works aaaand sometimes   it causes a bigger problem but I think it would be funny to see those two in a 'get along' shirt," karasu said while pointing his thumb behind him

you and bachira were bickering again  (you sprayed water in bachira's face  and he was giggling the whole time)

the team deadpanned at your little bickering match

"yeah let's do it"

"yep yep"

"hurry up! before [name] hears us!"

"where are we gonna get the shirt?"

"beg ego"

"oh"

★

you were in fact not amused in the slightest >:(

but bachira was! he was very amused, you've never seen him with such a wide smile before :D

both you and bachira were standing in front of your team while trapped in a very large shirt with 'get along' written crappily  on the front    with a sharpie

"oook... ego said that you two gotta stay like this until you get along," isagi said  while having his hands in front of him   and a sheepish smile

"..." you just stared at them with a deadpan look

bachira had a cheesy smile "ok! you got it boss!" he gave a thumbs up

again you didn't say anything but you did look down at bachira as he grinned happily back up at you "ready partner?"

you looked back up at the team ignoring bachira(he gave a small pout)      "traitors." was  the first word  that came out,      they ignored just waved at the two of you while leaving the room yelling encouragements to you

"niko ...how could you let them do this to me?" you whined at the younger team member but he just gave you a small smile and waved before leaving

"get along, ok?"

"you suck"

★

it's been a total of twenty minutes

and guess what bachira has been doing? talking your ear off

you sighed and rubbed your right hand down your face bachira noticed this

you did answer some of his questions that you deemed to not be stupid     and his face would light up like a kid  that was given candy  before bed

...

you two made some progress actually!

you two weren't bickering as much,    yes there was a bicker here and there but overall it was a nice twenty minutes even with your  unwilled corporation

in the first five minutes, you didn't want to sit down when bachira asked you

or move to a more comfortable spot,    you just stood there and bachira didn't have enough strength to move you

but before he could start whining you dragged him to sit down comfortably

...

"heyy I have a question for you," bachira asked and you hummed

"why don't you like me?" you raised your brows

moving your eyes to his face and then your head to face him completely "I don't hate you" "that wasn't my question"

you looked confusedly into his eyes and shifted your body brushing most of the left side of it against his right

"I don't understand? like I said I don't hate you"

"well ... you're just so mean to mee" he whined while making his lips into a pouty duck style

you deadpanned "im not mean to you! you're just really annoying!"

"im not! and yes you are mean! anytime I try to get your attention you ignore me!"

"because im so used to you being a little shit! god knows if you'll try to make a fool of me!"

you turned your head away  and he leaned his head  forward    to get a better view of your face

"I just want you to talk to me! you always praise the others and never me >:("

"because we both play the same position!  whatever you do  I do too,  and the same goes for me- and why would you want mine??" you asked while turning your head back in his direction

his eyes widen a bit, and leaned his head back,    your hair was a little messy and it perfectly framed your face and you had a bit of sweat rolling down your face because of how hot it was getting inside the shirt

"bachira? heeeelloo im talking to you here"

"huh? oh- I-" he stopped himself

he had a crush on you for some time but for   whatever reason -whenever he had a chance to confess to you his bravery was kicked out of his body like a soccer ball,       he had no idea how you did this to him, making him so nervous and   palms sweaty

but you never noticed how he acted around you,   you would brush it off and move on and that's what bachira didn't like

he wanted you to notice how you made him feel! because he couldn't tell you, he had hoped you would notice eventually but you never did >:(

you made it more difficult for him

so instead of asking isagi to help him or write it down on a piece of paper and give it to you, he would just annoy you instead     that was his plan

there was no logic to it but it worked   for him

bachira annoys you -> you get annoyed -> you bicker with him -> he gets attention out of it -> mission complete for today

but you started to make your own plan 'how to avoid bachira 101'

but it didn't last long before bachira came up with another plan to crash yours and after the first try you didn't bother making another plan,   so mission complete for bachira :D

but bachira knew he could keep pulling your imaginary pigtails, sooner or later he has to tell you how he feels

...

bachira looked up into your eyes

you looked down at him confusingly

.

.

.

"I ... I like you" bachira bluntly said

you raised both of your brows up "huh?"

"I like you," he said again

you stared at him dumbfounded "your way of liking me,  is to be annoying? because I have to tell you that's not the best tactic"

he let stuck out his tongue   "you know how long I've been waiting for you to notice? your so blind..." he whispered the last part

you heard it obviously,    you guys were side by side,  stuck in this huge shirt

"what!? im not blind! you never gave me any hints!"

"I did!"

"no, you didn't! being annoying isn't a hint!"

"I was getting your attention!"

"it's not a great way to do it!"

★

"are they still bickering?" asked yukimiya

"yep it seems our 'get along shirt didn't work," karasu said

" 'our'? it was your idea.." niko said,     "hey! m' not always right" karasu defended himself

"whatever.."

isagi blew out a breath,   he hoped that  the shirt  would get the two of you to be at least friendly with each other

(he really didn't know how a shirt  would have the magic to do that..)

but what he didn't know was that you and bachira  started to get along  much better,   still having bickering matches  but it seemed more....

love like?

he didn't know...

[teenage-mutant-cephalo-turtles]

❝... Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this far.❞

"But I know I wouldn't have made it without them."

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