#blue lock drabble

[heartmaddie]

“Michael?” Your voice rung out characteristically soft as your eyes fell on his exhausted body, slick with dirt and grime from a particularly gruesome day. He’s extremely exhausted, you could tell from metres away while wrapped up in thick bedsheets. “‘Something wrong?”

He didn’t respond.

With parted lips and tired eyes, you watched as calloused hands roughly tugged at his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen. Your eyes were trained on the faded scars littered throughout porcelain skin as if constellations in the sky. Your throat was hitched, but no breath let out.

The shirt fell somewhere with a thud, before he stalked towards the en suite, footsteps followed each other, and you found yourself watching him sink into the herbal bath you prepared moments ago. His body trembled underneath the warm, fragranced water.

“What’re you thinking about, liebling?” Your voice is soft, it almost cuts through the overwhelming thoughts which flood his head.

He doesn’t know how you put up with him.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, watching stray grass float around the tub, slim fingers reached out for your arm. A deep, rejuvenating sigh escaped thin lips as his eyes closed. 

He felt you massage rose-hip scented shampoo into his head, and he finally let himself relax for the first time of the day. It almost sickened him how much he adored your touch, how much he yearned for it. The serenity you left in his body grounded him.

His heart was ripped out of his chest and placed delicately into your palms, arteries and all.

To him, there was only one happiness in life, to love and to be loved. But how was one supposed to know these ecstasies if not had experienced before? Michael’s body was bruised, cracks ran through skin years ago and had settled there. Regardless, the tangible evidence of his pain was mere.

As he stepped out of the bathtub, his drenched body wrapped tightly around yours, and the small giggle which fell from pink lips melted him. He loved your laugh, each sound which danced off your tongue soothed him immensely, clearing his mind until all he could conjure was you; his happiness, his heart.

His body toppled you over and squished you against the mattress. His straight nose pushed against the skin of your neck and placed tender, almost reverent kisses against the warm skin. 

“hold me tighter.”

Somehow, he liked how your touch treated him as if he were fragile, like a vase that had been ruined a multitude of times that only you had bothered to glue back together. Pieces of him were missing now, lost in time, but regardless, your flowers still rested against the rims of china.

Nimble fingers brushed against his back, and he relaxed further into your chest. Michael wanted to melt into you, he wanted his organs to intertwine with yours and become one, he felt that you were both born from the same star, after all. 

You traced each bump and ridge which adorned his skin with love, your warmth made sugary liquids fall from azure as he buried himself deeper into you. He needed this, he needs you, more than anything. He feels you in his skin, he’ll never let you go.

You gnawed at his pain and swallowed it as if sweet chocolate drizzled on freshly picked strawberries, when his heart extinguishes, you’ll be his last and forever thought.

For the last time, your arms wrapped around him tightly, bringing your lips against his ear.

“I love you, Micha.”

He nodded, eyes shutting impossibly tight as he sponged up each syllable off your saccharine cheeks.

(thank you for understanding me)

“I love you too.”

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[shininjjongg]

Giggle. Giggle. Giggle.

You’ve been giggling nonstop for the past hour now. Don’t get him wrong, Kaiser loves hearing your laughter but right now it’s starting to piss him off.

You just sit there staring at whatever it is on your phone and giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. He raised an eyebrow completely abandoning the book in his hands and focusing his gaze on you.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

When you don’t reply and keep smiling at your phone he frowned closing his book and moving towards your spot on the couch.

He tilted his head towards to take a peek at your phone but you were quicker to hide it, “Looking at someone’s phone without their permission isn’t nice, Michael.”

His frown deepened at that and moved closer to you, “What are you looking at? You’re been ignoring me and giggling like a lovesick fool.” you tut at him.

You bite your lip trying to contain a smile, “Well, that’s none of your business, pretty~” you poke his cheek and move to stand up from your spot but he swiftly sneaks his arm around your waist and forces you back into his chest.

“And where do you think you’re going, huh?” He smirks down at you successfully trapping you against his chest.

“Let me go, Michael!” You say through laughter.

He tilts his head up, pretending to think “Hmmmm… I think I won’t” he started slowly caressing your tummy.

“Now, you have two choices here, either you tell me willingly or I force it out of you, love” his fingers that were caressing your tummy just a moment ago moved to ticked you now.

Your uncontrollable laughter could be heard through the whole apartment. You squirmed in his grip and pleads started falling from your lips involuntarily.

“P-Please Michael! I- I’ll show you! Stop!” You managed to get it out while Kaiser kept attacking your sides.

He halts his movements and smirks down at you “What an obedient little thing you are.” for a second you contemplated not wanting to satisfy him upon seeing his shit-eating grin.

You sigh and move to reach for your phone unlocking it with ease. “There, happy now?” You push the phone in his face flashing his with an edit of himself.

He falls silent for a moment but recovers from his initial shock quickly and the grin makes it back to his lips. “Oh, so it’s me you’re drooling over, huh.”

You smile sheepishly and blush a little, “Well, they did capture your finest moments on the field…” you hear his giggling in your ears and you’re attacked again, although this time the target is your neck and Kaiser is planting kisses all over it.

[definitelynotanalien]

Boyfriend!Sae who’s your long distance boyfriend, a childhood best friend that you’ve kept in contact with ever since he left for Spain

Boyfriend!Sae who meets up with you his second night back in Japan, after spending so long in Spain playing football

Boyfriend!Sae who you’re so excited to see again, cause it’s been like 6 years since he left and he never visited

Boyfriend!Sae who stuffs his hands in his Re Al branded jacket and blankly stares as you wave excitedly at him

Boyfriend!Sae who gives you a nod back as you run up to him, practically about to tackle him to the ground

Boyfriend!Sae who’s gotten thinner, and seemingly unhealthy. His cheeks are a bit too hollow, and his hair’s a bit too messy

Boyfriend!Sae who ignores you while you ask how he’s been, like the caring partner you are

Boyfriend!Sae who cuts to the chase, demanding that you cut the pleasantries and listen to him instead

Boyfriend!Sae who tells you that you’re a distraction, and if he is to become the best midfielder in the world he doesn’t need distractions

Boyfriend!Sae who glares down at you, as you beg him to stay, calling him your whole world

Boyfriend!Sae who easily breaks up with you, walking away as you plead for him to stay through tear ridden eyes on that cold winter night

Ex!Sae who doesn’t seem to regret it at first, his football career flourishing as he loses all distractions

Ex!Sae who stops visiting Japan as much, only coming by to visit his parents - as he’s permanently moved to Spain

Ex!Sae who spots you in his city one day, you’ve stopped to chat with his little brother

Ex!Sae who notices how cheerful and lively you seem to be, a sore difference from the saddened state he ajd last seen you in

Ex!Sae who’s a bit peeved when he sees that you’ve moved on, as he was planning to see you again eventually

Ex!Sae who goes up to talk with the two of you, while you make an excuse to scurry off as fast as you can as soon as you lay eyes on him

Ex!Sae who purposefully attempts to run into you and crinkles his eyebrows as you ignore him and avoid him

Ex!Sae who interviews his brother about you, and what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone

Ex!Sae who glares once his brother tells him that you have a fiancé, and you’re rather happy with them

Ex!Sae who reasons that his brother is probably lying, in a twisted attempt to get back at him after what happened many winters ago

Ex!Sae who walks away from his brother after the interrogation, choosing to talk to you himself

Ex!Sae who confronts you about having a partner, finding your home after asking your parents where you live

Ex!Sae who scoffs as you say you’re engaged, asking you why you didn’t tell him

Ex!Sae who narrows his eyes when you explain yourself, in a signature show of pettiness, he really didn’t know how to take someone not liking him

Ex!Sae who mocks that your ‘boyfriend’ is not a better football player than him, and that you’ll never do better than Sae

Ex!Sae who crosses his arms, even as you explain your partner is a pro player as well and that if they can win against Sae or not doesn’t matter to you, all that matters is whether you love your partner or not

Ex!Sae who storms off, angrily stomping so he can sulk in privacy

Ex!Sae who’s determined to win you back, no matter what it takes…

[uns4lted]

ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

pairings: karasu tabito x gn!reader, otoyo eita x gn!reader, kenyu yukimiya x gn! reader tags/warnings: reader and karasu are already together, pre-relationship stage in otoya's and kenyu's! genre: fluff synopsis: the first time the boys realized that they're in love with you. boys being so giddy lol.

── .✦ karasu tabito

It was just a stupid crush, really.

At least, that’s what Karasu told himself in the beginning. Liking you had been easy. You made things fun, kept him entertained with your quick wit and little quirks. Being with you felt like a game he couldn’t lose, but he didn’t think too much about what it all meant. Love? That was too heavy for something that felt so light.

But then there was that moment.

It wasn’t anything big. Just an ordinary evening in his place. You were on the couch, reading a novel, while some random show played in the background. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch with his own phone in hand, pretending to care about whatever it was on the screen.

You sighed, soft and quiet, but enough to pull his attention away. When he glanced up, you weren’t looking at him. Your gaze was distant, you were caught in a thought you weren’t planning to share.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice casual, not expecting much of an answer.

“Nothing,” you said after a pause, your lips curving into a faint smile. “I just feel lucky, that’s all.”

You didn’t explain, didn’t even look at him for long. Instead, your hand found its way to his dark blue hair, brushing through it in a way that was both careless and comforting. It wasn’t the first time you’d done it, but something about the way you did it this time made his chest feel tight. You were so at ease that being with him was the most natural thing in the world.

He stayed quiet, watching as you went back to your book like you hadn’t just shifted his entire perspective. It wasn’t just what you said—it was how you said it, it wasn’t something you had to think about. Like being grateful for him was as simple as breathing.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. Usually, he’d have some smart remark ready, some way to brush off whatever you were making him feel. But now? He just sat there, staring at you, wondering how he hadn’t seen it before.

He couldn’t pinpoint when the shift had happened. Maybe it was gradual, something that had been building all along. But in that moment, he knew with absolute certainty: this wasn’t just some crush or infatuation. It was deeper than that. You’d become something he didn’t think he needed, something he couldn’t imagine letting go.

Karasu leaned his head back against the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. The warmth of your words lingered, settling into places he didn’t even realize had been empty.

Love wasn’t supposed to sneak up on him like this. Somehow, you’d done it anyway.

── .✦ otoya eita

This goofy womanizer doesn’t do love or some shit.

Otoya wasn’t the type to lose sleep over anyone. Flirting came easy, and leaving things just the way they were made it even easier. He knew how to have a good time, how to make someone laugh or blush, but feelings? Commitment? Nah, that wasn’t his thing. Relationships were messy, and Otoya didn’t stick around long enough to get caught in all that.

Or so he thought.

It was late, the kind of night where the city outside his window had shifted to a low hum. You were over, laid across his bed and flipping through a magazine you’d brought with you. He leaned against the headboard, half-listening to you ramble about something you’d found amusing in the pages.

“Look at this,” you said, your voice bright as you held up the magazine. The glossy picture was of some ridiculous piece of clothing—a neon-green sweater with feathers along the sleeves. “Can you imagine someone actually wearing this?”

Otoya smirked, the corner of his mouth tugging up lazily. “You’d pull it off.”

“Oh, please.” You laughed, the sound light and effortless, but your eyes narrowed in mock suspicion. “You’re just saying that so I won’t roast your fashion choices next.”

“Hey, my style’s flawless, thank you very much,” he shot back, nudging your leg with his foot.

The banter was easy, the kind he thrived on. But he's bothered with the look you gave him, your smile plastered on your lips, the sparkle in your eyes that paused just a moment longer than it should have. That did something to him.

“You’re so full of yourself, Otoya,” you said, shaking your head, but your smile didn’t waver.

“And you love it though,” he retorted, his grin widening.

But as the words hung in the air, he realized how much he wished they were true.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your magazine, oblivious to the way his heart was suddenly pounding harder than it had any right to. He tried to shake it off, but it was no use. His gaze kept drifting back to you—how comfortable you looked.

He didn’t know what was worse: the way you didn’t seem to notice how much of a mess you were making of him, or the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

When you stretched out your arm, holding the magazine over to him, your fingers brushed his for just a second. It wasn’t anything special, just an ordinary moment. But for Otoya, it felt like everything else faded for a heartbeat.

“You okay?” you asked, tilting your head when he didn’t respond right away.

“Yeah,” he said quickly, his voice too casual. “Just tired.”

That night, after you’d left, Otoya lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The silence felt too loud, and every time he closed his eyes, he saw you. Heard your laugh. Felt the warmth of your smile.

“Damn it,” he muttered, rolling onto his side.

He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He wasn’t supposed to want someone so badly it hurts. But no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he couldn’t ignore the truth anymore.

You weren’t just another thrill. You’d become something that had him turning and tossing in bed, wondering how the hell he’d let himself fall this hard.

── .✦ kenyu yukimiya

Kenyu had always been focused. Soccer demanded it, and so did modeling. Juggling both wasn’t easy, but he never complained. He’d chosen this path after all. What he hadn’t chosen or even planned for was you.

At first, he thought your support was just a pure act of kindness. You’d always been there, cheering him on, listening when he talked about the challenges of balancing his passions. But over time, it became clear that you weren’t just being polite. You genuinely cared—about his dreams, his struggles, even the small things he sometimes overlooked himself.

The realization didn’t hit him all at once. It came slowly, building with every little thing you did. Like today.

The two of you were at the mall, your idea after he mentioned needing new clothes for an upcoming shoot. Kenyu wasn’t bad at picking out outfits but you insisted he deserved a second opinion.

“Try this,” you said, holding up a sleek black jacket. “It’s simple but classy. Totally your vibe.”

He took it with a small smile, letting your enthusiasm guide him. You had an eye for these things, and he trusted your judgment more than he cared to admit.

As he stepped out of the fitting room, you were waiting, your expression lighting up when you saw him.

“See? I told you it’d look good,” you said, giving him an approving nod. “The fit’s perfect, and it goes with almost everything.”

He turned to the mirror, studying the way the jacket fit across his shoulders. It was nice, sure, but what stuck with him more was the way you looked at him. You weren’t just proud of the outfit but of him too.

"Didn't know you had such good taste." he said, half-teasing. “Maybe you should be my stylist.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’d love to, but I think your team would have a thing or two to say about that.”

The two of you wandered through the store for a while longer, you occasionally holding up shirts or accessories, and him silently appreciating the way you paid attention to the smallest details. You truly cared about how he felt in them, about making sure he was confident and comfortable.

At some point, as you stood next to him, you were holding up a scarf and debating its practicality, then it hit him.

This wasn’t just about being a fashion guru or supporting his career. It was about you—your thoughtfulness, your sincerity, and the way you noticed and valued even the smallest things about him.

His chest tightened for a moment that he forgot how to speak.

“Kenyu?” you asked, tilting your head at him. “Is everything alright?”

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Just… thanks for helping me with this.”

“Of course,” you said, brushing it off like it was nothing. But to him, it wasn’t nothing.

After everything had settled, the two of you decided to leave the mall. His thoughts kept circling back to the moment. He couldn’t remember when it had begun, but he knew now that this was more than just appreciation for your support.

He is in love with you.

The realization was unexpected, but it left him feeling lighter, as if he’d discovered something he didn’t know he’d been searching for.

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[flowafairy]

TONIGHT, GO CRAZY !

★ postscript. what i imagine the bllk men to be like at a christmas party. ★ feat. kaiser, rin, reo, nagi, sae, barou, bachira, shidou, isagi, otoya, karasu, aiku ★ contents. crack mostly, not really x reader LMAO

note. hello. i just wanna start this off by saying i am so so sorry for how late and rushed this is 😵‍💫. i scrapped my other multi cause the idea was sorta dumb and i didn’t know how to write it but.. merry ( late ) christmas and happy new year! hope you enjoy this silly little late gift <3

★ KAISER : WHO INVITED THE GRINCH BRUH..

absolutely does not want to be here, was forced to come because it was his birthday.. not that he actually cares about that. he probably got the most gifts, sent everyone like $1 as a return gift with a proud smirk—“money for the peasants, i guess.” his ass ate all of the cookies and would smack anyone who dared touch him.. ptsd ig 💙

★ RIN : PARTY LONER

not very fond of christmas after his brother dropped the bomb on him that he does not give 2 fucks about him. probably that one loner in the party who stays in the room upstairs. secretly wore a pendant that sae gave him on the last birthday they celebrated together, the picture being rin holding up sae’s trophy with a fond look on his face. christmas makes his heart ache with both nostalgia and sorrow.

★ REO : RICH AUNT

the rich aunt uncle, this motherfucker gifted every single person at the party something well over $1000, and the worst part is he knew exactly what to give everyone too. would brush it off with a “oh, its nothing. just spare change.” .. rich ass. screams in joy when someone gifts him something back, could be a $2 teddy bear and suddenly you’re opening your phone to ‘reo mikage has sent you $3000’.

★ NAGI : LONER #2

also forced to show up like kaiser. parties were never nagi’s thing, he’d much rather stay at home and play video games all day. it took a little bit of convincing ( and a lot of whining ) but he agreed to come if he could bring his phone. does not participate in anything, just lounges in the corner with the occasional damn it when he loses.

★ SAE : THE FUCKS A RETURN GIFT?

he came, with no gifts at all. according to him he expected everyone to be giving him gifts and not expecting anything in return.. i mean, his parents never asked him for a present back so could you blame him? yeah.. you kinda could. i could see him trying to make everything about soccer, imagine this: you’re unboxing your present and you get something like a new pan, and suddenly this bitch speaks up like. “shame its not a soccer ball.. this is why you suck.” someone tape his mouth now.

★ BAROU : PARTY HOST

helped hosting the party, cleaned the house spotless! he also probably cooked 70% of the food, thats what growing with sisters gets you :b. doubled as a security guard of sorts outside the house. except he didn’t ask for identification, he’d yell at you to take your dang shoes off before you walk in. spill anything on the floor? he is coming for you and your entire bloodline.. just kidding!

★ BACHIRA : “SANTA’S REAL..”

unironically believes santa is real, please help this man. to this date he still puts cookies and milk on the table. his mother used to eat them and keep a couple of presents under the tree, thinking he’ll eventually realise santa isn’t real.. which he didn’t. so when the presents suddenly stopped coming and no one ate the cookies, he thought he was on the naughty list forever and sobbed about it for 20 minutes.. poor guy. his heart shattered when isagi held his hand and told him santa isn’t real—he was only trying to help, he swears!

★ SHIDOU : “BRO YOU WEREN’T INVITED???”

shidou is the complete contrast from bachira. does not believe santa is real and crashes the party ( he was not invited. ) yells at children that santa isn’t real and started a tomato war at the party when someone threw a tomato at him and yelled booo! … thankfully, he was later kicked out.

★ ISAGI : SANTA.. NOT REALLY!

epitome of santa, the opposite of kaiser. made hand-made gifts for everyone.. well, almost everyone. ( did not bring one for kaiser <3 ) he had a mini concert at the party, singing his heart out until someone kaiser burst out laughing and started mocking his singing.. things got a little heated from there! lets just say the title of santa was taken away from isagi the moment his ass opened his mouth 💔

★ OTOYA : “WHERE THE HOES AT”

came for the hoes cause he was told there would be a bunch of hotties at the party, which there wasn’t.. but thats okay, he swings both ways! assaulted chigiri with his ninja moves until he got bored, probably pulled up a 10 slide presentation on why he should introduce him to his sister and that he’s got ‘the experience’.. yeah, he got slapped in the face.

★ KARASU : HO ACT LIKE HE A JUDGE..

everybody hates him. constantly judging literally everything.. “these cookies ‘r mediocre at best..” “i could gift ya somethin’ better cutie.” “damn, these decorations lame as hell.” you get the point. starts pouting like a man-child when isagi tells him to shut the hell up, he knows he deserves it but he just can’t help the lil itch in his brain to judge everything okay! ( he just like me fr.. red flag moment 💔 )

★ AIKU : HOES BEFORE BROS

cool unc of the party, drinks are on him alright. i can imagine him grabbing a random sharpie he found on a desk and suddenly giving out tattoo’s for a dollar, broke ass. works pretty efficiently until he’s being labelled a scammer when the tattoo turns out to look like dog shit.. cut him some slack, he’s no artist! leaves the party early when one of his hoes text him to come over.. ima slap the shit out of him n eita 💕

[vmlnrzmp4]

nagi seishiro — drabble.

his eyes open halfway at the shuffling beside him. he finds you tucking yourself in his embrace, tucking your head under his chin. you hold him closer as he mumbles, "you're here...what time is it?" he doesn't reach for his phone. putting an arm around you instead. you murmer something about not going to school.

he doesn't question you, shutting his eyes close, he doesn't mind skipping a day or two. humming as he gets more comfortable, kissing the crown of your head as he rasps, "what a dream."

"hm?"

"don't wanna wake up soon...or ever."

you're too sleepy to understand. he's probably too sleepy to make sense.

"best dream ever."

"seishiro."

"hm?"

"you're not dreaming."

"shuddap."

"it's not a dream. im real."

"don't make fun of me."

you almost gave up of paying attention to his words till he said: "you'd never let me hold you like this." his voice is a mixture of whiny and tired, growing inaudible by the end. "let me do while i can."

you think you caught up what he said. you think you're not that sleepy enough to not do this.

he opens his eyes halfway again as you pull yourself out of his hold. holding his face in your hands, you lock your eyes in his till you notice his sleep flying out of the window in seconds. and you place multiple kissys all over his face, making him stammer at the sudden action. his heart skips a few beats, feels butterflies flood his stomach and he thinks his face is red by now. but you don't notice as you already tuck yourself back onto his hold after having him flustered like that, you say:

"it's just a dream."

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[mochroialainn]

Shidou is loud and abrasive and always speaks his mind, but he's hot. He knows hes hot and the media know it too and their always showcasing him 'flirting' with different people and leaving bars and clubs with a woman on his arm, sometimes the same woman multiple times. But what they dont see is just how down bad he is for his girlfriend.

You whos sitting all pretty at home waiting for him, you who texts him because you know your friends or sisters are at the same club as him and asking him to make sure they get home safely ans of course he does it, he would do anything for you.

If hes in the middle of an interview and you text him asking when hes coming home, hes ending that interview immediately and rushing home to you. If you've left something at home and need it, he's showing up to your work 10 minutes later with the item, a coffee and a snack for you and your co-workers all gawk at this big scary man given sweet innocent you a soft smile and a kiss as he hands them over and promises to see you at dinner.

When you finally allow him to post you on his socials (you were scared of the fans and media attention), he is absolutely gushing about you in his captions. About how you're the best thing thats ever happened to him and how lucky he is to have you and how he is the best version of himself when you're around. His fans absolutely adore you and so do the media, every time your spotted out together the fans snd media outlets post about how the man worships the ground you walk on, always seen shielding you from the cameras, opening doors for you and keeping you close to his side with an arm around your waist or shoulders, always leaning down to whisper in your ear.

And now the world knows about you, he talks about you in interviews and twitter goes absolutely wild when they see the hearts in his eyes and how his whole demeanor relaxes when you're mentioned, he makes a few comments about your sex life here and there, but mostly hes just word vomiting about you and your relationship and how he's glad you gave him a chance deapite fucking up your first interaction and because of who he is, he says hes very lucky to be loved by someone like you.

[pemiski]

tags fem! reader, shopaholics, outrageous amounts of money, pro player! michael kaiser

author's note i had already sort of expanded on this idea of a shopaholic gf on my old blog, but i kept on rethinking about it and about mihya and so this little drabble came out of my head! enjoy

Your expensive taste can’t be helped — or at least that’s what you tell your boyfriend, Michael Kaiser, as he discovers another pair of Manolo Blahnik boots stuffed in the lower compartment of your shared walk-in closet.

It wasn’t as if Mihya was cheap, but force of habit and his experience growing up had made him frown upon the luxuries he could now afford rather than enjoy them, despite his girlfriend being rather fond of it herself.

“Nouvelle saison! Do you know what that means, Mihya? New! New season! They’re— they’re so—“

“They’re just like any other pair of boots that you own” he sighs, closing the closet door. He walks over to the kitchen island and settles his elbows on the marble counter.

His nonchalant behaviour is slowly getting on your nerves, you think, and you let the hand settling on your hip betray your thoughts. “That’s just it. They’re not like any other pair, they have a silver buckle on the side, and the sole is so much nicer. You just don’t get it.”

You turn around to fetch your new boots from the closet to settle them on your shoe-shelf.

“Whatever, as long as it’s not my money,” Michael shrugs, sipping on his mug looking ahead through the window glass pane.

You freeze, and slowly turn around.

“But it is your money.”

Michael looks over the counter, only to find his Amex black card sitting on the edge of it, next to your purse and keys. If he’s mad, the blonde doesn’t show it, as he instead focuses his stare back to his mug, inspecting the coffee residue left at the bottom.

When he speaks up, you’re torn between surprise and confusion.

“Use the insignia jewellery card next time you go shopping instead of that one. You’ll like it better, i think.”

By the time you realise that was his way of telling you he loved you, your beloved had left the living room entirely, opting to lounge in your shared bedroom instead.

yes this is a repost, after the fright that was my account being terminated i decided that i do not deserve to be shadowbanned, this is a revolution!!

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[musetheapothecary]

good girl

itoshi rin x fem!reader

Sleep-stuck eyes and jaw cracked wide around an endless stream of yawns, snatches of muffled music from a pair of headphones forgotten in the folds of an over-large hoodie. It’s dark out, the world still and silent and chilled, and the transition from star-studded shadow to pale fluorescents is blinding. She buries her face into his shoulder with a grumble, fingers slipping through his as he taps both their passes against the sensor. 

She’s led, blind and stumbling, through the stark grey reception and deposited outside the women’s changing rooms. Warm fingers tuck tangles of hair behind her ears and cradle her night-cold cheeks.

“Put your stuff away,” Rin instructs lowly. “I’ll meet you back here in five.”

She hums and nuzzles into his palm, wondering how he’s always so warm. She presses a kiss to the fluttering pulse at his wrist before letting him slip away. She half-falls through the changing room door and shuffles towards the lockers, stowing her bag and shucking off her tracksuit pants and hoodie. Her trainers get caught and she groans miserably before kicking those off as well. She’s glad no one is there to see her struggle–it’s beyond early, and the rest of the gym’s patrons are sensible enough to use the night for its intended purpose. Sleep. She lets out a mournful noise.

It’d been especially difficult pulling herself from bed this morning, given that Rin had stayed over the night before. She’d been blissfully cocooned in warmth, nuzzled up against his throat, when his blasted alarm had gone off. She’d begged for a rest day, tried every trick in the book; pleading, bargaining, seduction. 

But Itoshi Rin is not a man who is easily swayed. She loves his dedication, adores his perseverance, and thinks the borderline religious way he takes care of his body and mind is impossibly attractive.

Just not when he drags her into it.

There’s a knock at the changing room door.

“Coming,” she calls, voice hoarse from lack of use.

The gym’s air conditioning sucks the moisture from the room and sends shivers skittering up her spine, she hurries to the door and wraps herself around Rin between one step and the next. He grunts, but accepts the weight of her body with a not-quite laugh, steering them both towards the mats to begin their warmup. 

“You’re such a leech,” he mutters, fondness and exasperation all balled up in one. She gasps but doesn’t release him, merely chomps down on his arm in retaliation and peers up to see red creep out from under the collar of his tank top and up towards his neck. “What are you doing? We’re in public.”

She bites down harder, just for a moment, and grins at the strangled noise that escapes him. “Gym’s empty, hotshot. And you called me a leech, so I’m going to act like one.”

He wraps a hand around the back of her neck, fingers pressed to her rabbit-quick pulse, scruffing her like a misbehaving kitten. She doesn’t feel tired, not anymore. 

He dips his head down to be level with hers, voice low and syrupy.  “If I call you a good girl will you act like one of those, too?”

She freezes in his grip, vision turned to pin-prick points until all she can see is the electric blue of his lidded gaze. Her head feels foggy, thoughts melting like molasses out of her ears.

Rin huffs a laugh through his nose and releases her, tucking his hands in his pockets as he continues on towards the mats.

Her jaw works, trying and failing to form words, before she stumbles after him with a whine. “That’s not fair.”

[egoistrin]

rewind !!

Notes: 662 words. Just Sae experiencing love at first sight LMFAO! idk what this is...... i js wanna post something abt Sae..... i luv him (sorry rin)

Thinking about professional soccer player Sae attending an awards show in South Korea to receive an award. Him sitting in the corner together with all of the other idols performing for the award show. He can be seen sitting alone, legs crossed together with his hands laid on top of his thighs. As usual, his nonchalant facial expression can be seen and it's obvious enough that his patience is slowly running out. 

Sae doesn’t know how these lukewarm idols can manage to sit here for hours, just watching other people perform and hearing the crowd's screams. It doesn’t really differ from his point of view while playing soccer—well, at least he is the one playing and not just a standby who’s watching from the side. He thinks of standing up under the pretense of going to the bathroom but he actually wants to sneak out and just call his manager that he went home because he’s feeling sick, but luck doesn’t seem to be on his side tonight as his manager went towards him and whispered that he should stay as the awarding should start any moment now. 

Well, fuck. Now his plan is trashed and he’s still stuck at this stupid awarding show. Why can’t they just send me the award instead of attending this event? Sae thought. Scrolling through his phone wouldn’t even be a viable action as he’s sure that it will just get him multiple headlines on how he was rude and disrespectful during an award show and towards the people around him. He doesn’t care though…. he’s had multiple headlines about him being rude, he’s sure that another one to the collection won’t hurt. 

Just as he had given up on the possible options he could do to entertain himself, a bright and cheery voice moved his boredom. He has heard some of these K-pop idols around him, of course, Shidou, Sendou, and Oliver won’t shut up about their bias and pull off the photocards they have received on the albums that they have bought during their vacation. He wasn’t that aware that they were all so pretty though. Now, he’s not one to fall in love at first sight but he swore that he felt his chest tighten when he saw your face on the big screen and heard your voice the first time. Your aura was just too much from him that he felt like he should look away or else he’d get caught up under your spell. Were you even casting a spell in the first place or is it just fanservice? Well, consider Itoshi Sae as a fan who is being serviced. 

Fuck this. He feels like a loser. He even fixed his slouched posture to focus perfectly on your group’s performance—to focus on you. He looks like those cameras that are focused on one member—a human fancam or whatever you call it. He feels like one of those teenage boys whose first time having a crush. He can’t help but look at your figure while performing your group’s song. He can’t take his eyes off you as you continue to dance along while singing as he’s completely enamored by your presence. He definitely gotta have your autograph after this award show to get to know you and brag to those guys that he managed to get your autograph and if he’s lucky enough, a selfie with you. 

Sae was so caught up with you that he didn’t even realize that your performances were about to end. He felt himself holding his breath as he witnessed you doing your ending fairy pose. He’s not really familiar with those words until a week later, courtesy of those three idiots. Sae thinks that you look like a goddess with the way your outfit looks and how your makeup is done. You look angelic even, words cannot fully describe how beautiful you look in Sae’s eyes. Oh, he’s definitely going to ask for your number afterward.

[heartmaddie]

MICHAEL KAISER’s arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer. More recently now, you had been spending the late hours of your night within his bedsheets, and leaving just as it became an hour too unsafe for you to be alone. Your warmth would escape him as you slipped out of his arms, and he would be left alone. He didn’t like the whispered goodbyes and rushed kisses you would leave behind at his apartment door.

His back was pressed against the headboard with you resting against his chest. Gentle fingers tracing down your spine, tender kisses peppered against your temple. His heart opened at full bloom, petals falling to rest upon your palms. 

“It’s getting late, you should call a cab soon.” He murmured against your skin, arms restricting you against his body. He was hesitant to let you go, to venture further than his eyesight. 

Your hum, a sweet melody against his eardrums as you shifted your head to gaze up into softened, light eyes. 

“Will you drive me home?” A tired voice, innocent and lazy. Michael couldn’t help but let the chuckle vibrate from his lungs. 

“I’m not your chauffeur,” he replied teasingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Lips pulled into a slight smirk as his eyes grazed over your tired expression and slumped body. He wanted you to rest eternally against the swell of his chest, with angelic breaths escaping your lips. 

You let out a light groan of protest, burying your face into his body as you let out a sigh, gathering your last energy to push from his mattress. But as you shifted to move away from him, he retaliated, tightening his grasp around your body. 

“Stop that,” he huffed, almost exasperated at the audacity. You gazed up at him, a bristle of confusion and affection to be seen within your eyes. The way you were so carefree and unguarded in his presence, it was almost cute to him. He leaned a bit closer, revelling in your features. You smiled up at him softly, lips tugged into a lethargic beam. Michael’s breath hitched, heart melting.

“You may as well stay for the night,” he let out a faux irritated sigh, but he couldn’t deny the way his pulse would patter ever so faster. “There’s no point in you leaving and getting hurt on your way home, hm?” 

You nodded, an agreement, but more a nuzzle against his chest.

It would’ve been a lonely night without you, any night is. Michael didn’t let his eyes close until dawn, the first sign of day. Azure was too busy, inseparable from the rise and fall of your sleeping figure. He ran his lips against your skin, constellations painted upon your cheeks, your arms tighten against his body instinctively.

An angel, wrapped around him.

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[shininjjongg]

Expressing emotions has never been Itoshi Sae’s strong suit. No matter how hard you look his face doesn’t give away much of what’s going on in that pretty head of his. However, what Itoshi Sae lacks in facial expressions he makes up in bold straightforwardness. He is never afraid to speak his mind and put anyone in their place, no matter their position or power. So, then why is it that Itoshi Sae can not find any ounce of strength in himself to say exactly what he thinks. He feels like this is some cruel joke gods are playing tricks on him, as if they took his ability to speak. Why is it that he can not tell you just how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. “Sae, if you’re not going to say anything then I’m done here.” Your voice trembled afraid of the reality, as if you didn’t want this to come to an end. You silently begged and pleaded Sae to speak up say something, ANYTHING. Anything would do, he just needed to talk to you. But he never did, instead he continued to stare at you, not a single muscle moving on his face. The only exception being his unusually blown out eyes and a hint of wetness gathering in his eyelids. God knows just how much Itoshi Sae wanted to pour out his heart to you but all the words were stuck in his throat choking him as he watched you walk away, never looking back.

[definitelynotanalien]

Chigiri rlly likes eating you out?

tw: allusions/outright stating oral sex

It’s a bit off putting how much your boyfriend, Hyoma Chigiri, loves to eat you out. At first you assumed it was because he got off on your pleasure, and while you’re sure that plays a part in it there also seems to be some other underlying reason.

Hyoma treats it like it’s some need, making sure to have his serving of you before bed whenever he can.

At some point it seems like he wants it more than you do, especially with the way he practically slobbers whenever he has the chance to do it to you.

Honestly, you’re beginning to grow tired of questioning it, and you’re beginning to grow tired of how he constantly does it to you without letting you do it back. As much as you adore the pleasure, at the same time you want him to feel as good as you do! Especially with how he seems to prioritise eating you out before anything else, even actual sex.

Maybe you’re just curious, yet you feel you must know. That’s what leads you to propose the question to Hyoma one day.

“Why do you like eating me out so much?”

Hyoma hums in response, continuing to sort through his books with his hair tied up. It’s not in the usual braid he wears, instead it’s in a loose bun that effortlessly sits on the back of his head. His skin is glowing as usual, and Hyoma looks like an angel.

He responds, “I like pleasuring you.” As if it’s a universal truth. As if he lives to serve you.

You narrow your eyes, you already knew that part. Scooting closer towards him you begin to stare carefully at him, observing every last detail.

“Tell the truth, Hyoma.”

“That is the truth.”

“Hyoma!” You scold indignantly.

“… Fine.” He sighs, loosening his shoulders and slouching down defeated.

You watch as he narrows his eyes, staring up at the ceiling contemplating how to explain the truth to you.

“Whenever I eat you my skin is always super clear in the morning, and I don’t get bedhead.”

That explains so much.

That explains so much.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Hyoma shrugs, tucking a piece of his cherry red hair behind his ear and closing his eyes calmly.

You start to wonder, maybe you should start eating yourself out (or test if it works with Hyoma’s stuff).

[ohagiyo]

pre-wc kunigami would be the type to be all like “i have a crush on my s/o” but when he tells people about it they're like ”duh? they're your s/o, of course you love them!”

they dont get it though, having a crush and loving someone are two different things. kunigami still gets all blushy and giggly whenever you send him a photo or selfie of yourself as if he doesnt see your face everyday. still gets flustered & embarrassed from any and all compliments you give him.

team z are TIRED of hearing him yap about you as if you were his crush and not his s/o because it just reminds them that he has, in his own words; "the most perfect person in the world" waiting for him at home.

notes :: i love kunigami. can you guys tell??

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[flowafairy]

☆ THINK I ONLY WANT YOU under my mistletoe!

❦ m.kaiser x reader : he’s below something as ridiculous as christmas- a kiss? count him in. ɞ‎ cw : slight making out, fluff, 0.4k wc ʚ event masterlist ( #DAY4 ) ꣑ৎ

“that’s stupid.” kaiser rolls his eyes at the little mistletoe you set up above the door. absolutely refusing to step in when you told him what it’s for. “you think this little plant can push the emperor to kiss you?” he shoots you a teasing look. a confident smirk that never fails to make your ears flush, even if it’s a little.

but in reality, you can kiss him whenever you want. hell, sometimes he gets nervous to kiss you. compared to him, you’re an angel, heaven-sent. to him, you were carved by the graceful touch of god himself. he doesn’t know what kind of deed he’s done to deserve you, but he’s absolutely grateful for it.

“just shut up ‘n come here.” you cross your arms, patience running loose. you have been waiting for him for a while, after all. the thought of kissing your boyfriend under a mistletoe? this should be straight out of a fanfic!

“coming, coming, schatz.” he takes off his shoes, placing them inside the shelf next to your door carefully. you’re more than just someone he loves—you’re also someone who’s taught him the ins and outs of the world, in other words, manners. it was like yesterday he was walking inside your house with shoes on.

he finally walks inside the room, now under the mistletoe which was touching his hair—he’s tall. the sight of him leaning against the door for you, it looks like it came right out of a magazine.

“chickening out now?” he smirks at you, enjoying the way your ears flush and tug at his shirt. you pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. you try to ignore the way his breath hits your face, his face was red. you definitely had some kind of effect on him.

you feel him whisper something inaudible in your ear, not having enough time to process it as his lips lock onto yours. you could feel a sense of relief at the feeling of his warmth hitting your lips. his kiss was hypnotising—he was hypnotising. the tenderness of his lips put your soul into pure bliss.

it’s over a lot quicker than you wanted it to be, already missing the feeling of his mouth when he pulls away. “got what you wanted?” he pinches your cheeks, eliciting an ow! from you. your breath was fast and unsteady, “yeah.”

no matter how many times you kiss michael kaiser, it will always feel like a blessing.

idk how to write a kiss this is soo fast-paced 🫠

[opheliachoii]

My Outré Man ❤︎ꔛ❜

SHIDOU RYUSEI X READER

ABOUT : You have a specific type in men, but you wondered why you ended up with Shidou Ryusei. Sure he may be "Young, Fine, Dark, and Handsome." But you couldn't keep up with his personality.

note : this short au is inspired by SZA's new song BMF, and the lyrics immediately made me thought of Shidou. Sae I'm watching you.. Enjoy!

— Another football tournament was commencing in the stadium, you were peacefully watching the game, confident your boyfriend's team would win.

You noticed Shidou being so clingy with his teammate, Sae. You squinted your eyes just to clearly see that what you've seen wasn't a hallucination. You sighed, you were so done with Shidou and his 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 side.

"Who's that freaky guy?" The person next to you asked. "I don't know, he keeps clinging on my man!" The other responded.

"Tch- delusional bitch" You mumbled.

"Excuse me?!" It seemed the girls heard you, but a warfreak you were, you replied back "I said, delusional BITCH!" The girls gasp. "AS IF!? THEY DON'T KNOW YOU ANYWAY!" She fought back.

"HAH! JOKES ON YOU! That man you called a freak is MY MAN!" Your voice was a bit too loud, it echoed quarter of the stadium. They went silent.

"I- oops" Suddenly the attention was all on you, in which Shidou noticed you and stopped clinging onto Sae "HI BABY!! WE'RE WINNING!" He blew a flying kiss to you. You felt the second-hand embarrassment, but he was your boyfriend, how could you say no?

The game ended, and sadly the U-20 team lost, and Shidou ran to you like a kid whining.

"BABY! We didn't win.." He pouted, you simply chuckled and kissed him on the cheek "It's okay my love, in my eyes, you are my winner~"

The two girls from earlier passed by you two "So he's indeed your boyfriend-" You rolled your eyes "See? You're the delusional one woman. This is my man! He may be outré, but he's my young, fine, tall, and handsome man." Shidou giggled.

"Don't forget dark shnookems~" He kissed you sheepishly. You simply rolled your eyes, knowing that you would be with this man your whole life.

End.