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verysium · 6 months

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attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀

i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)

nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.

rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.

barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.

kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)

reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.

hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.

shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.

oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.

ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.

yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.

loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.

isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?

chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.

noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."

kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.

sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:

absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.

helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.

this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.

when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.

bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.

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diazsdimples · 29 days

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Favourite Bucktommy headcanons that have kept me going in these terrible 9 days without an episode

Buck is Tommy's first serious relationship after a bad breakup he had a few years ago and he's just as nervous about all this as Buck is

Buck really likes the scar over Tommy's ribs. He kisses it when they cuddle at night, he traces his fingertips over it and loves that he can feel it through Tommy's shirts

Tommy always lets Buck know when he's landed safely and Buck always lets Tommy know when they've gotten back to the station safely. They both know the danger of their jobs and check in regularly with one another

Tommy cannot believe how little Buck knows about pop culture and the first few times he stays over at Buck's place he brings DVDs of his favourite movies. Buck watches them because Tommy plays with his hair while they watch and he'll do anything to have Tommy's arms around him. When Buck starts quoting the movies at work, Tommy gets a barrage of texts from Chimney asking him what his secret is (Tommy does not mention there's often oral sex involved)

They got 5 minutes into Muay Thai lessons before they realised it was never going to work because Buck kept kissing Tommy to distract him and Tommy kept letting him

The first night they spend together, Buck spends most of the night awake because he's not used to someone in his bed, and he realises that he really fucking loves how Tommy twitches in his sleep and makes small noises when he's having a nightmare (he has those fairly regularly)

Tommy tried calling him "Buck" once and they both cringed and have never tried it again since

Buck loves calling Tommy pet names and he tries them all out. Most are met with a smirk or a laugh but there are a few that Tommy's eyes soften at. Buck is also the only person that's allowed to call him "Tom", or "Thomas" when he's being a little shit

Buck sends Tommy instagram reels and tiktoks all the time. Tommy didn't have either app until they started dating and downloaded them specifically for Buck. Now he's more addicted to them than Buck is

Buck never realised how easy a relationship could be until he met Tommy

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #tuck #kinkley #911 abc #bucktommy headcanons #911verse #911 #oliver stark #lou ferrigno jr

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dc-comics-lover · 2 months

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Random things I like to hc :

(here's : part 2)

- Constantine calling Batman "love" anytime.

"Good plan, love. Now, if I may add..."

- Diana constantly fighting the urge to add multiple times in the footnotes of her research papers : "*I know that because I was there."

- Clark feeling some type of way whenever anyone from the Batfam calls him Uncle Clark (he does tear up a little the first few times).

- Anytime, Booster would get cancelled for a tweet, he'd go back in time just far enough to prevent from tweeting it. He did that way too many times.

- Barry and Hal being that one best friend duo that are big on PDA. Most of the time during JL meetings, Hal's leg would be intertwined with Barry's.

- Given that the way they usually interact correlates with what he learned about married couples, J'onn assumed for the longest time that Bruce and Clark were spouses.

- Much like how Clark switches off his kansan accent when he's being Superman, Bruce switches off his "posh" accent when he's being Batman.

- On the contrary, Oliver always sounds filthy rich.

- Everytime someone mentions (any) Robin, Hal's mind still can't fathom that Batman's sidekick is a literal child.

- Dick is a bisexual flirt in and out of costume.

- Regular occurence : Batman enters the meeting room, sees Booster's stupid expression that's a clear sign he's going to share very stupid ideas, and Batman exits the room without a word. He doesn't come back for the rest of the meeting. After it happened more than once, some of the members get the clue and walk out as well.

- Superman can recite entire movies by heart. Not surprising in and of itself, but surprising that Bruce silently lets him do it over his shoulder when he's working in the batcave. Lets Clark unwind and gives Bruce background noise.

- After multiple complaints, Batman had to soundproof Dinah and Oliver's room in the watchtower.

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ghostgirl101 · 5 months

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Oliver Quick Being Obsessed With You Would Include...

A/N: Watched this recently and got too many ideas because it's what I do 😀 if you've got any requests for the Saltburn crew then drop them in my inbox and I'll get round to them. Have fun reading- just know that there are obviously spoilers for the Saltburn movie here, so if you haven't watched it, zip to the cinema and come back 😎 or don't.

☓• It's hard to know where to start with Oliver... all I can say is that once you're in his sights, you're never getting out of them. Big never. Even if he has to wait years to get what he wants, he'll wait, and he will get it. And of course, the it we're talking about here is lucky you. So lucky you 🙃

☓• Say goodbye to your close friends and possibly your family if they're taking up too much of your time or happen to see through his harmless, quiet, normal act to something a lot darker and obsessive tainting his pure blue eyes every time they latch onto you. No one's managed to get in his way yet, and it stays that way.

☓• The first unknowing encounter with Oliver must have been somewhere around Oxford Uni, where you all go to and study. Maybe in the library, outside talking to friends - doing practically anything and making it look amazing and beautiful and something to be wanted above anything. He watches you a lot, a lot a lot, before you bump into each other, because the meeting has to be perfectly natural and it's his only chance to start things off on the right foot.

☓• Coincidences happen a lot and no one can be called out on them, because nothing seems to be wrong yet. You'll end up spending the majority of your time with him, maybe even without realising, whilst he finds out ways to know more about you and get closer to you. Oliver's not so good when it comes to talking about himself, telling you with one of his awkward but earnest half-smiles that he's not half as interesting, and so the conversation ends up steering back to you. From family life to friends, growing up, hobbies, favourite colour, tell him anything and everything. Because he won't forget a single thing.

☓• He's easy with where you want to go to hang out too, so long as he's there. You could just be talking with your friends in the nearby pub or at a party where the invite was extended to him as he's with you, or studying together at the library. Ignore the weird looks from Michael.

☓• But what Oliver prefers above all that is just being together and alone, maybe in your dorm room, or just out somewhere at a park or at the bridge, sitting and talking, opening yourself up more and more to him. This boy is an incredible listener. If your voice trails off when you become self-conscious of how much you're rambling, all you'll get in response is Oliver blinking out of his trance and giving you a calm smile and a shrug. "No, it's fine, I don't mind. Carry on."

☓• Number one supporter, naturally. Oliver tries to be the best friend and more, so hard, with you. He'll be anything you want and need him to be without you even having to mention it. Whatever club or team you're on, he'll give you a little wave and small grin from the sidelines... take a few pictures when you're not looking. For safekeeping.

☓• It can get more than a little frustrating for him when you're distracted by your other 'friends' at Oxford, even if it's something as small as looking over essay answers and revision notes with Farleigh. There's always a back-and-forth thing happening between those two, and so when Farleigh starts becoming friendly with you and outrightly mocking with Oliver, to you, all that will happen is Oliver giving him an unblinking, blank look that looks a touch too cold and repressive, before he ignores him. And that's all you'll ever know about it.

☓• If you happen to stick up for Oliver when someone brings up how different and odd he is, a bit awkward to talk to and a cheapskate or whatever, he'll never get over it. You stuck up for him. That just proves that he was right about you, from the second his dark gaze latched onto your unknowing self just a few weeks ago. He was right. You're... perfect.

☓• There's so much good about Oliver, that if you ever hear anything different, it's hard to actually believe it. It's just Farleigh causing trouble, or gossip that has gotten out of hand again, not actual hints of something deeper bubbling beneath the surface. Oliver would never watch you outside your dorm room at night, what are they on about? And when Oliver hears of them too, or gets the worries out of you when he instantly notices that something's up, he'll act as effortlessly, convincingly confused as you are. If there's the slightest bit of proof in the accusation, he'll cover it up with a flawless explanation that swerves away from him and onto someone else within a second, while still seeming without grudges towards anyone. "You shouldn't listen to them, they're just trying to get in your head. Or maybe they want you for themself or something. I mean, I can understand that. Completely."

☓• You will eventually notice just how clingy Oliver can get when he seems to be everywhere around you, and you might be looking for a moment to yourself. If you gently bring it up, he'll reluctantly go on the promise that you'll text him back, which gives him time to change tactics. He will go as far as saying someone in his family died, or as small as admitting that the isolation from everyone who is so different to him in this place makes him feel a bit broken up. Maybe he should leave? And you, being you, encourage him to stay on and hang out with you and your friends, and boom, his back in.

☓• It's so easy for Oliver to subtly manipulate his surroundings and its people. Everyone, except for you. With you, the manipulation comes in seemingly natural events, nothing too forward. Because what he likes the most is you coming to him with whatever, problems, thoughts, feelings. Then he's done his job, and everything else that will build up a beautiful, beautiful relationship, will slip into place for him.

☓• Again, everything has to be perfect, and it will be. Maybe your first kiss with him is on your birthday, or out somewhere nice as a treat with some other rich friends. Or it's just you two having a movie marathon or pulling an all-nighter. Every time, he'll inch closer with little sweet, honest lines spoken in a calm, low tone, his eyes locked with yours and scarcely blinking. "Do you know how loveable you are?" "I think that your smile is something to live for." "I never want to be without you."

☓• Oliver will edge closer and closer, holding hands, brushing your hair back from your face when you're reading with a tender touch, meeting your eye and not letting go until you smile in bashful amusement and look away. He'll meet you outside all your classes and bring you your favourite drinks and study notes that he got from his work, so that you never fail an exam. Oliver's a lifesaver, one of your closest friends, someone who's always there for you to be whatever you need whenever you need. A great comforter, supporter, study buddy, moral support, you name it. He created and adapted himself to be boyfriend material especially for you, and so it happens, and he's won, like he knew he did the second he saw you. Now he can be as clingy and overly affectionate and outwardly obsessive as he wants, all day, all night, tirelessly. And don't think he won't.

☓• Straight-up, he's a starer. And I mean starer when you think you're alone in your room, starer when you were with a fling or someone you might have been interested in before... before Oliver worked his magic behind the scenes. Now it's a lot easier to, when you're in a relationship, because he can pass off his staring as something romantic, which it kind of is, without the dangerous obsessiveness lacing it. You'll look up from your phone or wake up in the night to see Oliver's eyes on you in wonder and something else you can't quite place, before you smile and ask him what it is. It's always the same answer with the same soft, adoring smirk that manages to make your cheeks flush with colour and smile back. It's not 'nothing.' It's always, just, "You."

☓• Once he's got things how he wanted them, if anything tries to ruin it, they will have literal hell to pay. He did not come this far for nothing. It's an agonising process of waiting and being patient so he wouldn't scare you off, getting gradually and naturally closer to this point. So whether it's Farleigh telling his tales or playing off his tricks, or someone else pointing out the unobvious obvious, good luck to them, because one of his special coincidences will fall right onto their heads.

☓• And if, by a twisted turn of events, you walk into one of Oliver's schemes, and see flecks of his true, darker self and violent, delusional side unearthed from his usually calm and easy way, he'll beg you with racking tears and heaving breaths and literal vomit to stay. He'll do anything, just as he has been doing anything, for you. What he's saying and doing is suddenly terrifying, and whether or not you want to accept him as freely is your choice, but if not, Oliver won't go away. He'll wait some more if you manage to escape his grasp this time. See you in a few years as an adult, maybe. When you're vulnerable in different ways and water's gone under the bridge. He'll slip right back into your life like he was always meant to be there, with his earnest, devoting praise and comfort and support, and that's Oliver Quick's life come back together yet again, with you lost at its centre. Trapped.

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kaiijo · 4 days

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ok. bllk and jealousy rate. how jealous can they get over their gf and what do they do to cope lmao

HOW JEALOUS IS HE? — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, oliver aiku content: gn! reader (request says gf but reader is gender neutral) notes: some of these are lowkey toxic, minor spoilers for kunigami’s character arc, nagi is taller than reader

most jealous: bachira, rin, reo

bachira meguru ✶

bachira has many, many insecurities. growing up isolated and without many friends, he is more possessive of those he’s close to, which obviously includes you. he just doesn’t want to lose you, which manifests itself in jealousy over anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship

bachira gets really clingy when he’s jealous. he thinks that inserting himself into the situation, sometimes literally wedging himself between you and the other person. he usually chooses to drape himself over you, nuzzling into your neck and speaking low enough that only you hear, trying his best to divert your attention. third-wheeling is pretty uncomfortable for the other person, especially with the smiling sneer bachira’s shooting at them, so they make a quick irish exit

itoshi rin ✶

an egoist to his very core, rin can get very jealous. while he’s very sure of himself in nearly every other part of his life, he knows that he is not an ideal partner a lot of the time, though he’ll never admit it. he’s not the most expressive or the most patient, and he’s sure that there are better partners for you out there.

when rin’s jealous, it’s a silent but deadly thing. like when he’s locked in on the ball in a game, his focus you and his ‘competitor’ is unwavering. he stalks over to stand behind you, his chest bumping right up against your back, and he snarls, “what the hell do you want, you mediocrity?” usually the other person backs off after seeing rin’s bone-chilling glare but if they’re bold enough to answer back, rin bares his teeth and is poised to strike. it’s probably best if you diffuse the situation quickly before it gets uglier

mikage reo ✶

we already know how jealous reo was over nagi so it’s safe to say that he’s definitely very jealous. having been bored with the world and other people for so long, he’s thrilled when you two get together. it makes his very protective of you and he wants to be one of the most, if not the most, special person in your life.

reo can go a couple of ways when he feels jealous over someone else but it think his primary response is to tear down the person methodically. he tilts his head a little, looks the person up and down, and notes everything about their appearance — hair, skin, clothes (including brand and cost) and criticizes every little thing. it’s a strategic move in his opinion, using observational skills and knowledge he had given his upbringing to pick apart the other person. he also might make some underhanded comment that includes that he has a black card

less jealous: isagi, kunigami, sae

isagi yoichi ✶

he definitely gets jealous from time to time but he doesn’t feel the need to act on it a lot. he’s pretty mature and for the most part level-headed (plus his ability to piece together future events helps him keep his cool a lot). this doesn’t mean that he isn’t jealous

when isagi is jealous, he’s sulky. he won’t take immediate action and watch from afar, arms crossed and a little pouty. he tries to look as dejected and as ‘wet-cat pathetic’ as possible to make you feel bad and come over to comfort him. when you inevitably do, looping your arm through his and kissing his cheek, he can’t help but smirk at the other person like a cat who go the cream

kunigami rensuke ✶

i debated where to put kunigami since there are ‘two sides’ to him — pre- and post-wildcard. pre-wild card kunigami is definitely a lot less bothered; he trusts you 100% and is 100% confident and secure in your relationship and himself. post-wild card kunigami is less chill and more forceful. he’s not a hero anymore but even as he plays a more ‘villainous’ role in soccer, he won’t cross that line in your relationship. he’s still very secure in you and himself, but he’s more protective of your relationship. definitely a ‘i trust you/us but it’s other people i’m worried about’ kind of guy

when pre-wild card kunigami got jealous, he won’t act in the moment and will talk to you about it afterwards, in a private setting. open lines of communication were important to him and working out problems like this. post-wildcard kunigami is all stormy looks and intimidation. like rin, he also stands behind you but in less actively aggressive way and more just to be threatening. it’s 95% effective and the 5% of times it doesn’t work, kunigami is not above muscling the other person away

itoshi sae ✶

i thought about putting sae in the ‘most jealous’ section but i just think that he is someone whose jealousy simmer just beneath his apathetic surface. he sees most other people as beneath him and believes that they are not worthy of speaking to you, let alone hitting on you, but because he’s sees them as so beneath him, he can’t be bothered half the time to do anything since they’re simply not worth it. he gets the most jealous when it’s people who he can potentially view as equals, like other professional athletes

when he’s jealous, sae literally just pretends they don’t exist, only talking to you. if the other person tries to interject, he sends them a sideways glare — the only acknowledgment of their existence — and then turns away to continue whatever conversation, suggesting that you both get away from the other person as quickly as possible. if ignoring the person doesn’t work, sae doesn’t shy away from spewing vitriol at the other person

least jealous: nagi, oliver, michael

nagi seishiro ✶

simply put, being jealous is a hassle to nagi. it makes him too hot and too annoyed for him to want to feel it so he suppresses the feeling a lot. nagi’s height is already intimidating enough for most people so they don’t approach you when they see you two together but that isn’t a deterrent to everyone

when nagi gets jealous, he does one of two things: just gives a thousand-yard stare that freaks people out or he gets whiny and clingy. his stare is eerie and silent, and the lightness of his eyes doesn’t help it. he towers over you like some cryptid companion. when he gets whiny and clingy, nagi tugs at your sleeve and asks drily, “can we go yet? why are you still talking to them?”

oliver aiku ✶

sigh… oliver is undoubtedly someone who thinks and knows he’s the shit. with so many women and men alike fawning over everything about him, his ego is through the roof. he has very little worry about you leaving him for someone else. honestly, he finds it amusing most of the time when someone attempt to draw you away from him, and let’s it play out a lot for his own entertainment. of course, he’ll intervene if it’s making you uncomfortable but he also believes you can handle yourself

when oliver gets jealous, he acts as casual as possible. he’s friendly towards the other person and but it’s not hard to uncover that it’s all fake, whether it’s from the glint in his eye or the way his smile is stiff and forced. common tells when he gets jealous is that he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek or he clenches his teeth and inhales softly but sharply. he employs the good old tactic of calling the other person the wrong name and making all kind of underhanded comments that slowly chip at their nerves. (“haruya? haruki? oh! you’re haruto! right, right, you know, they’ve never mentioned you before! crazy, huh?”)

michael kaiser ✶

kaiser in german literally means ‘emperor,’ and it’s no secret that kaiser views himself as one. similar to sae, he see himself as so above others that he’s not even bothered by other people hitting on you. it displeases him greatly, sure, but these cockroaches will never be able to steal you from him so why should an emperor deal with the plebians? the only time that ever happens is when a peasant is particularly forceful and then, kaiser intervenes

when he gets jealous, kaiser puts on a show. if there’s one thing about him, he’s a bit of a drama queen. he will absolutely posture and puff out his chest at the offending person, looking down his nose arrogantly and smirking. he makes a big display of wrapping himself around you, gripping firmly at your hips and saying, “liebling, you’re very charitable to entertain this insect, but it’s time to end this ruse.”

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hyomaslut · 10 months

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──★ ˙🍑 ̟ !! casual conversation between friends? 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ғᴏʀ ɴᴜᴅᴇs ᴘᴛ. 𝟸

✿ ─ characters: kaiser michael, ness alexis, aiku oliver, nagi seishiro ✿ ─ cw: smau!, extremely suggestive/borderline smut, aged-up!characters, college!AU, gn!reader, no pronouns, unestablished relationships/mutual pining, use of foul language, descriptions of genitalia, suggestive themes, slight implied cheating, oliver is so obnoxious im sorry, proofread? ✿ ─ notes: if you see this and you requested someone else, worry not. i'm far too much of a people pleaser to leave you hanging, there will be part three! if you're looking, part 1 can be found here!

KAISER MICHAEL...

you don’t know if its just curiosity driving you or some feelings towards kaiser you’d rather not confront, but impulsively you ask him for a picture. you don’t have much time to reflect on how wrong it is to be asking someone for nudes while in a relationship because before you know it you’re staring at his fit body and shit eating smirk that you hate that you like. its honestly near professional level quality too. a selfie of him laid out on his bed, basking in the afternoon sun peeking through his window. you let out a breath as you finally will yourself to let your eyes travel down and you finally notice the sheet he has draped around his hips. leave it to michael kaiser to persuade you to ask him for nudes only to tease you. still you could see a clear outline of his cock through it and you really wish he was lying about his size. you swallow harshly and you thank god he couldn’t see the crimson that has taken over your face.

NESS ALEXIS...

he sends it to you relatively quickly considering it’s alexis and you had half expected him to spend 20 minutes taking it only to chicken out and not send it. your surprise doesn’t end there, however, as the entire vibe of the image was far from what you were used to with ness. he’s sitting up against his headboard, joggers haphazardly shoved to his knees. he was holding his phone down near his thighs, giving you the perfect view, you didn’t know where to let your eyes land. the tips of his fingers gently pressed his cock against his abdomen, trying not to bite your lip over the fact that it was long enough to reach his belly button. ness must not skip core day at training, you think as you mentally trace every indent of his abs. the thing throwing you off was his face. he had the bottom of his shirt clenched between his teeth to hold it up to give you a better view and you don’t miss the intense look swirling in his eyes. it made your breath hitch in your throat. he had never seemed so focused, so serious. it’s as if his stare was piercing through the screen of your phone. the flush on his face made him look convincingly desperate, stirring arousal in your stomach to your embarrassment.

AIKU OLIVER...

you unfortunately can’t disagree with him. the last few times you hung out with oliver there has been a heavy tension that you’ve been fighting to ignore. it’s what drives you to reply a noncommittal maybe, which is much better than a no, and good enough for oliver. less than a minute later you get a picture, and you can’t help but think that he probably had taken it before you had even agreed. it’s in the mirror in his bedroom, the only lighting is the soft glow of his lamp. he stands facing the side, holding his dick which was at least twice the size of his hand and veiny. to your surprise, he’s well shaved, and as your gaze wanders up his body you scold the part of yourself that wants to drool over his abs and arms. you always knew he was toned, saw him play soccer a few times, but had never how truly sculpted he was. you knew you were doomed the moment you locked eyes on his stupid smile. dangerously charming, kind of like the man himself, one you could see yourself getting fooled by over and over again if you stared at it long enough.

NAGI SEISHIRO...

it takes him barely a few minutes. nagi’s picture is lazy. he was sat back in his desk chair, he just pulls up his hoodie a bit and slides his sweats down his thighs. it’s lit only by the glow of his computer, his cock is basically the only thing in frame… except the plastic water bottle he places next to it for a size comparison. honestly he shouldn’t get away with sending such a low effort nude, but it’s easy to get away with anything when your cock is as big as his. you couldn’t even do the mental math required to figure it out, but one thing was for sure, bigger than a poland springs water bottle. and it simply isn’t fair to be that long and wide at the same time. it almost makes you angry. of course naturally attractive, naturally talented nagi seishiro had a huge dick. you’re unsure if nagi knows how groundbreaking this information is and is choosing not to brag out of modesty or if he doesn’t realize he is the biggest you’ve ever seen.

🇧‌🇴‌🇳‌🇺‌🇸‌❗❗❗ (reo's perspective)

i hate tumblr please just upload my fucking screenshots like a good girl next time. okay now that all the rage is out, what do you guys think!!! part 3 will come out soon and will include: shidou, bachira, sae, kunigami, + mystery bonus?? not sure yet

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superbat-love · 6 months

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Oliver: You know, if you squint really hard, he looks pretty hot.

Bruce: Who are you talking about?

Oliver: That reporter right there. From the Daily Market. Clock Bent.

Bruce: You mean Clark Kent.

Oliver: Yeah, that’s what I said. He’s tall and has good, strong shoulders. Nice butt. I can soooo tap that. Shame he hides that hot bod under that ugly suit.

Bruce: …Hey Ollie, be a dear and hand me that glass of wine, will you?

Oliver steps forward to grab a glass of wine off the tray carried by a passing waiter. Unfortunately, he trips and crashes into the waiter, spilling wine all over himself. People around him quickly scramble to help him up. Clark wanders over.

Clark: I saw what you did, Bruce. You shouldn’t have done that, Ollie was drunk.

Bruce: [sulkily] Well he deserved it.

#jealous bruce #is a petty bruce #dc headcanon #incorrect dc quotes #dc fanfic #drabble #text post #dc #superbat #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #oliver queen #green arrow

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pooks · 7 months

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*at the first Quidditch team practice 1988* Charlie, the Quidditch Captain: Alright, let's welcome our new Keeper, Oliver Wood! Oliver, a wee second year: HAPPY TO BE HERE! :D Charlie: and...my little brother Percy, who's here for some reason. Percy, also a wee second year: I'm here as moral support and I got the first aid kit ready, just in case. :) Cassidy, the star chaser and second-in-command: Okay, that's really adorable. Are they inseperable or something? Charlie: *sighs* They are a package deal, I couldn't get one of them seperate.

#hp headcanon #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #oliver wood #percy weasley #perciver #charlie x mc #cassidy mercury (mc)#jacob's sibling #charlie x jacob's sibling #perciver but kids version #they're babies #percy and oliver are a package deal #you get them both or you get none

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kaiserthread · 4 months

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shopping spree pt.2

clothes/accessories the bllk boys buy you! characters: nagi, oliver, rin content: pro players, established relationship, f!reader, slight implied nsfw in olivers part (nothing graphic but just in case) part 1 here! tysmmmmmm for the love on part 1!!!!! this one was so much fun to write

NAGI SEISHIRO - couples pajama sets

loves sitting around the house with you on his off days

values every minute he can get with you

buys it with the express purpose of seeing you wearing one of his shirts

gives you the shirt from his set and lazes around shirtless

seishiro’s free time has always been very precious to him, even more so now that his schedule is jam-packed with matches, press appearances, traveling, so much practice, and most importantly, you. he’s perfectly content with spending all his off days with his lover. which is exactly why he couldn’t resist buying the cute couple pajamas when he was supposed to be buying groceries. you can’t even find it in yourself to scold him for forgetting the frozen blueberries when he pulls the pajamas out of their bag and presents them to you with a small smile on his face. “i’m letting you off easy this time, sei. only because you’ve been gone for a while.” you say, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “mkay, i’ll remember next time, promise. but only if you match with me tonight.” he says as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “alright fine, since you asked so nicely.” you huff, grabbing the pajamas and making your way towards your bathroom to shower. seishiro is lounging around in his new pajama pants when you step out of the bathroom. “sei, what happened to matching?” he turns his attention away from his phone, passes you his pajama shirt and says, “you always look better in mine, sweetheart.”

OLIVER AIKU - bikini

he likes looking at women in swimsuits, trust he’s gonna know the latest and most flattering styles

he just wants you to look your best when y’all go on vacay together!

reminds him of how you two met

“oliver! come tie the strings on this for me.” your voice rings out and oliver comes running to help. he takes the strings and gently ties them into a neat knot. “you look so pretty, baby.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist and admiring you in the mirror in front of him. “doesn’t this remind you of how we met?” you giggle, turning in his arms to rest your forehead against his. “how could i ever forget?” he questions, thinking back to that incredible summer several years ago. high off his first big win in the pro leagues he’d found himself on vacation at the beach. you were there for a friend's wedding, fresh off a disastrous breakup with your ex. he’d charmed you with compliments and the two of you stumbled into bed together on several occasions before parting ways, but not before swapping numbers and promises to keep in touch. the two of you made things official the following summer and ever since then going to the beach every summer has become a tradition. “meeting my summer fairy was the best thing to ever happen to me.” he says before pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

ITOSHI RIN - evening gown

you're his princess ofc he's gonna buy you a dress to fit that title

studies your wardrobe for a while to make sure he’s getting one with a good color and a fabric that doesn’t bother you

he browses for so long that he just says fuck it and goes to a designer to have one custom made

rin honestly can’t believe this, isn’t paris supposed to be known as a fashion powerhouse? the fact that he can’t find something perfect for his princess is beyond ridiculous. he gives up after weeks of browsing and calls in a favor from a manager at the club who has connections to a renowned designer who’s willing to make him exactly what he’s looking for. a few weeks later he’s handing you an extravagantly wrapped box, “an early christmas present.” he explains. you open it and pull out a beautiful floor length gown. “rin it’s stunning!” you throw your arms around his neck before rushing away to try it on. “come zip me up?” you ask, and rin complies, walking over to you and zipping the dress up. “it fits perfect rin, did you get this tailored?” you question. “i had it made just for you, the stores didn’t have anything nice.” rin responds, sweeping you off your feet. “only the best for my princess.”

#blue lock #blue lock manga #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro #oliver aiku #itoshi rin #nagi x reader #oliver aiku x reader #itoshi rin x reader #kaiserthread

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munv · 3 months

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𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗝𝗢𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞?

You never considered yourself the most outgoing type of person. You did what you had to do, pay the bills, wash your dishes, and go work near the little cafe two blocks away from your house. It was better this way, tranquil and soft. Your friends always thought it was a bit boring though.

I mean— who doesn’t want to embrace the more exciting things in life when you’re finally in your 20’s? Therefore they found it their job to spice up your humble little life!

So that’s why you were confused when you found yourself at a big ass house out of town surrounded by flashing neon lights, horny people grinding upon one another, and a guy trying to get your attention. Your “best friends” thought the only way to trick you into coming outside was empty promises of coffee and sweets.

It worked.

That’s how you ended up stuck to a wall near what you presumed to be a kitchen with this guy..what was his name again? Not that it matters, the only thing that stuck out was the fact he had really really pointy teeth. If you were supposed to fuck with this guy, he’d probably bite your tits off and you were keen on keeping yourself saved for someone who looked like they actually payed their rent.

“You know..if you give me your number this could really work out between us? I’m a handsome guy, you’re a pretty girl. We could make pretty babies.”

“Pardon?” Now that caught your attention.

“I said-” “nono I heard what you said I just-uh..”

What the hell was this guy talking about in the first place?

Before getting the chance to utter a word a man came in between you two, all the while pushing the thing bothering you out of the way. “Man what the hell?! I was talking to my girl!”

“Oh? She’s yours? Didn’t look that way with the uncomfortable look she was giving you.” By now you three must have attracted some attention and with the eyes boring into you, it made you painfully aware of the situation you were in.

"sweetheart? Is he bothering you?" he then turned to you.

Ah, he was probably trying to save you from this stick in the mud

you responded quickly with a small nod, and he took the hint "as you can see, you're bothering her" he gave a sly faux smile before extending his hand to the small of your back. That closed eye smile was fake as hell and holy shit you were a fool for now only realizing this guy was hot as hell.

"we'll be going now. If you don't mind?"

The man in front was significantly taller and you're sure those muscles weren't a joke at all. "r-right! whatever!" the guy sweated and speed walked the other way.

After a few minutes the crowd had finally cleared up, and the mysterious man had started to walk off. "wait..! where are you going?".Holding onto his sleeve to keep him in place you then quickly covered your mouth in surprise at what you had just said. Shit, did you sound desperate just now?

"hm? aren't you coming?" oh. You're really in for it now.

SUGURU geto . ATSUMU miya . Trafalgar D Water LAW . OLIVER aiku . Kamisato AYATO . Osamu DAZAI . SATORU gojo . SHIDOU ryusei . Michael KAISER

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violent138 · 22 days

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The League's Property damage video nights are an insane ritual on the Watchtower, where their largest screen is hijacked so that dragged footage from CCTV cameras, government databases, and social media of the most hilarious, costly disasters can be played.

Some notable mentions:

Superman got confused/distracted trying to save a building cut in half during a fight and accidentally permanently fused it onto a totally different building (they decided to merge companies)

Aquaman flooding a small space to fight someone and the resulting wave lifts all the cars on the street and sends them sailing

One of Oliver's explosive arrows blows up fireworks in warehouse district (leading to several flights getting grounded or rerouted)

Diana lassoed something flying and it yanked her so hard that she took out a traffic light and dragged it fifteen blocks with her

Barry tripped over something while running and was too shocked to phase through anything, going crashing (and bouncing) off multiple cars, a fire hydrant, taking out a post box before finally faceplanting to a halt

Hal used the classified schematics from a next-gen fighter jet to make his own construct, causing the Pentagon to lose all the money they'd invested in it

#Will reblog with more lol #I just got tired for a bit #dc comics #justice league #hal jordan #clark kent #barry allen #the flash #diana prince #wonder woman #superman #green lantern #oliver queen #green arrow #jla #justice league headcanon #batman

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itoshi-s · 2 years

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Bllk boys ranking though NNN also i lost bc of ur fics

PLSSSS nonnie im so sorry i made u lose !!! 😭 m happy u enjoyed it so much tho ajfhalkf now let me brainrot over how needy the bllk boys would be during the month of november !

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ɴɴɴ !

ft: rin, sae, bachira, isagi, ryusei, reo, nagi, aiku, chigiri, kunigami, kaiser, & barou !

cw: nsfw (minors -17 dni!), characters are 18+, fem reader, mentions of rough sex, the boys being switchy, edging, mutual masturbation, sex toys, cannabis !

12. rin - doesn't participate ! ─── yep :( as a rinnie stan myself i know it's disappointing LMAO but he just knows it's unhealthy 😭 and he takes care of himself and his body so much, there's no way. cannot be bothered to take part in such challenges anyway,, they were childish to him at 16 yet alone when he's older sfkfal also is so busy, he'd be a fool to let go of any chance to touch you !!

11. bachira - a day ! ─── no. 1 needy baby ! isn't completely against the idea, actually even tells you he might try it out once you mention it - but he truly forgets all about it as soon as he comes come several hours later .. and sees you looking soooo good. pounces on you within seconds <3 also has an impressive refractory period & stamina too ! can keep going for hours on end and stuff u so full.... it just doesn't end ! he cums for the first time so quick and loses the challenge embarrassingly early but he makes it up to you so well <3

more under the cut !

10. barou - three days ! ─── agrees to your pretty pleading eyes - you want the both of you to try it out so that once the month ends, all hell can break loose ! you know shoei so well, how rough he is on the daily - the thought of him going even further, all desperate and frustrated, makes you giddier than ever. it's of course such a dumb idea to him, but since you're asking him so nicely, he might as well agree..... yeah it only lasts the few days bc he's away on a game and just isn't there to see you and touch you :/ as soon as he's through the front door you can nearly scent the pheromones on him. fucks u into the mattress so hard you're scared of how rough he could be after a whole month !

9. nagi - five days ! ─── he's all about the slow and lazy loving and rarely ever initiates something himself ((you're more than happy to take control though bc just think...... blowing him under the desk while he's gaming???? yeah think bout it)) so you're not at all surprised when he mumbles something about taking part in a challenge the guys talked abt in the group chat . nagi can be a menace with how lazy he is sometimes so you have your toys in handy anyway akfjhsa BUT you honestly would've thought he could last longer ! he might not show his desperation all that often or openly but he definitely is needy <3 ruts into you in your sleep not even a week in. as you wake him and try to scold him playfully , he just pulls you closer with a groan . "'s a pain already," he huffs, "help me out?"

8. isagi - a week and a half ! ─── takes it as a joke at first but figures that it might be fun, actually, and tries it out in the end . he's got very good self control too so is curious how well it'll work when it comes to you and his needs !! it's going pretty smoothly considering how tight his practice schedule is before his next match, BUT it all goes down the drain after said game .. comes back absolutely pumped and high on the goals he scored , on the way he absolutely devoured the other team and controlled the whole field - there's no other way to unwind than to take it out on u <3 it's the only way he knows ! is so loud once he finally takes u & makes u praise him so much ! loves to hear he's your best boy n how good he is to u <3 praise kink yoichi goes brr (yes i am still thinking about the thirst moshi ((@/saetoshis)) did !! its canon i confirm)

7. kunigami - two weeks ! ─── he wasn't rly going to take part when he first read about it in the gc but once he mentions it to you and it turns out you're actually excited abt the thought .. he just might take it up akfhf doesn't actually find it all that difficult and only ever realizes that actually you might be the one taking the hit when you openly start begging for him :( comes home to find u on the bed, teary eyed and overstimulated bc it's just been so long , and masturbation isn't all that exciting anymore ever since u have him . please ren, just drop it already. finds the look on ur face so amusing , you're so miffed as if it wasn't your idea in the first place ! quickly wipes the frown off your pretty features and replaces it with crossed eyes and lolled out tongue tho <3

6. reo - two and a half weeks ! ─── you make him do it <3 and the thought is far too thrilling for him to refuse. also...... he's a switch leaning sub anyway so :( does he even have any word in it? no not really. one look from u is all it takes to make him melt ! it drives you insane to see how he just gives a slight whine or a sigh in the mornings, hard cock straining against his boxers but he's such a good boy - of course he listens and doesn't touch himself <3 just gets up and goes on with his day , knowing better. has this haze over his mind and it shows by his glossy eyes or warm hands that start to roam around your body more frequently . you only ever let him drop it when he's nearly in tears ,, it just hurts !!!!! he cannot keep focus on practice or workouts anymore :( the ache in his tummy and boxers too overwhelming. wraps his arms around you from behind as you cook dinner for u two - sturdy chest pressing all against you, hands grabbing at your waist and there's a shaky breath by your ear. please, please i can't take this anymore. you're not that cruel, and end up praising him for being such a good boy for u for the past weeks <3

4. sae - three weeks ! ─── gets annoyed with the way you keep teasing him, even when he comes home from the longest day of practice ever, and thinks that it might actually be the perfect time to teach you a lesson ! tbh sae strikes me as a dom BUT with solid switch tendencies so !! he actually starts to regret his decision like a week and a half in lol. doesn't let it show at all though and keeps his cool,, knowing that it's exactly how to rile you up <3 giving you such humdrum looks it makes you week in the knees. it's until he sees you come out of the shower, a pretty little vibe in hand, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded when he realizes he might not have the upper hand anymore :( knows that he can keep control of his needs if he has to, but it just gets so fucking annoying, even more so when he knows he's the one that came up with it in the first place. is beyond thankful when u unexpectedly finally BEG HIM to just feel him,, and takes you right here in the moment. puts u in a mating press and fucks you silly only to flip you over and make you ride him as the prettiest little sound start to slip out. ngh- yeah, make m'cum, pretty girl. can't think straight no more. ( > ///////////// < ) cums embarrassingly fast like this as well ...... like just a minute or two of you riding him and grabbing at his shoulders or biceps and he's whining so loud. pretty baby is so flustered tho !!!

4. chigiri - three weeks ! ─── PLEASE he's such a tease ! takes up on the challenge when he hears the boys mention it and is kind enough to give you a heads up . is definitelyyyy one of the biggest menaces of them all tho with the way he riles u up so much. knows that the way he brings his hair up into a loose ponytail instantly makes u think of how he does it whenever he's about to eat you out - so he does it right in front of ur eyes, hairtie in his teeth and giving you a sly look ! makes plans with you so that you just have to go to practice with him first,, otherwise you won't make it on time - because he knows how much it turns you on to see him in the zone <3 thinks that he has it all in control until you crawl between his spread legs and give him the prettiest begging eyes, hands already palming at the sturdy muscle of his thighs, threatening to move higher - right where he now feels the dull ache and strain against his shorts. this is unfair, hyo. haven't i been good to you? isn't all that much of a hard dom,, but definitely makes you feel it how it wasn't worth spurring him on :((

3. aiku - three and a half weeks ! ─── same thing that happened with barou,, but this man has much better self control ! it gets him INSANELY hard and fucking insane to think of how you'll be dripping by the very end of this month , pleading him to finally fill you up. doesn't let you touch yourself either, though </3 so that's what it makes it even more fucked up ! he's the one to convince you to it - has to give a little push bc you're just so needy, the thought alone is enough to make your head spin - but knows that you're actually a lil excited yourself when he sees the glint in your eyes ! doesn't try to tease you all that much but pleaseeeeee have u seen this man .. he doesn't even need to try and he gets you SOAKING ! might just bust a nut himself everytime he thinks of how good it'll feel to finally have you once the month's finished. all of his plans go to waste when you end up watching a movie and smoking a blunt together tho ...... it's ridiculous how you're on top of him within SECONDS after the few first hits kjafhaskfh the weed makes you hazy too you end up going for hourssss on end :( in the morning you're smacking him in the head for even giving u the idea to smoke when you both know how horny u two get afterwards ,, maybe it was his unconscious horny self making the decision tho afhakhsaf

1. ryusei - the whole month ! ─── PLSSSS he's so deranged afafalasfa he LOVES edging the both of u. makes sure u know what's about to come days before november even starts lol and makes good use of it,, you don't even have the energy to think about fucking for the first few days of nov when he's railed u so good minutes before midnight hit 😭 is such a tease during the whole month ! would straight up edge you and bring you right up to your high, only to pull away at the very last second and leave you crying so pretty :( is mean about it, but knows it'll be worth it in the end ! looooves mutual masturbation - thinks that he just might fail when he sees u spread out in front of him, panting and moaning so sweetly, BUT ofc he doesn't let neither of you come . scares you with the way he grabs you so rough and fucks you on the literal floor as soon as the date changes to december :0 pls he's so funny i can see him checking the clock both before it starts & ends gives you the absolute best fuck you've ever had your whole life ,, you need to call in sick the next day bc your cervix is so bruised and gives you cramps :(

1. kaiser - the whole month ! ─── does it just to prove a point. you're a brat to him anyway,, so he's sure you can take matters into your own hands for just a month! (it's not like he absolutely adores the iittle attitude of yours and is the one that always spurs you on even further! definitely not ! </3) considering the world cup is coming soon, he's away most of the days anyways, but usually he'd take care of you as soon as he comes back .. this time he only gives you a good night kiss and pulls you close :( no action whatsoever ! as if you didn't exist to him in any sexual form. also doesn't let you touch him even once either - he despises any distractions after all! it makes you want to cry with desperation cause your own touch just isn't enough - it's a whole other experience to have him manhandling u around and making u do the work to please him ! he takes you to the world cup with him as well,, since he doesn't want u to be lonely ((and actually wants u there with him </3)) so you're extremely fucked . seeing him absolutely trashed and exhausted after a match ?? watching from the first row stands as he absolutely demolishes the field ?? he couldn't get any hotter than he is during the games and u know it :( you end up nearly crying when he finally allows you to touch him , thank him thru the tears and he makes you come in like mere minutes :( won't ever admit that this is the hardest he's ever been lmaoo

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l0standn0tf0und · 6 months

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more of my fav works with George Weasley

first part

third part

fourth part

fifth part

♡ = smut, 18+ only

her rhinestones, they shine endlessly

i think he’d look worse in pink

wish it on your worst enemy

goofy summer morning

dear george, love (y/n)

the rest will be history (I'm not afraid of these words: THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ! I mean, I cried, and I laughed, and it's just the best 4,9k words in my life)

what once was mine

don't make her wait

freckles and smiles

pretty good idea

little white lies

pay attention

in disguise

only angel

blindsided

space girl

alright

flying

♡www

♡alone at last

♡one more night

♡decorated for me

♡delightfully devilish

♡each other's first time

♡george weasley during sex

♡george weasley headcanons

♡nsfw alphabet for george & y/n

♡kinktober 2023 - george weasley

♡george overstimulating you, and you cry

all the love to the authors of all these masterpieces: @dracoxsworld @george-weasleys-girl @siriusblackloml @acciojaeyun @gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley @desideriumwriter @pinkandblueblurbs @thebadgerclan @horrorxweasley @elfenbensord @honeymoonblues @lightininglydia @hpimaginesandblurbs @weelittleweasley

masterlist

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yeuheart · 9 months

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THINGS YOU EXPERIENCE WITH HIM

Notes: Finally got this out 🙏🏻

Meguru Bachira

Matching things is what you experience the most with him. Almost everything in your shared apartment or room is the matching half to his. He never gives up dressing up on Halloween either especially if he can match with you. He definitely chooses the food costumes cause he thinks it’s funny 😭. It’s cute though so it can pass. He takes a whole lot of pictures of you both but you swear he’s never had that “storage is full” notification pop up on his phone. (the 68k photos on his phone 🙏🏻)

Chigiri Hyoma

Playing with his hair or yours is what you experience with him. You’re probably one of the few people he let’s touch his hair, but it does make you feel special. He does ask that you be careful if you’re playing with his hair and he does the same if he’s playing with your hair too. Loves doing your hair if he has the time and doesn’t mind if you do his.

Itoshi Sae

Remembering things about you is what you experience with him. He probably doesn’t care to remember anything but what he deems important about his friends, acquaintances, etc. But to you he remembers the small things even if you don’t remember even saying those yourself. You’ve definitely been surprised with a gift from him with something you like even though u hardly remember mentioning it to him.

Itoshi Rin

Doing yoga together is what you experience with him. Honestly even if you aren’t a yoga person he still tells you that you’re free to join him. You probably pushed him while he was in position. Now he incorporates couples yoga into his routine if he knows that you’re gonna participate. Sometimes if you look over to him you can catch him gazing at you with a soft smile especially if he’s helping you with a position or if you’re taking a break. He’s also cautious of you falling, which makes him kinda strict.

Kunigami Rensuke

Going to the gym together is what you experience with him. Even if you don’t like going to the gym it makes you happy that you get to spend time with him. He offers to help you with reps or your routines. Definitely cautious when you’re there with him cause he doesn’t want you getting hurt, but he’s not strict. Ong like your N1 supporter in and out of the gym.

Mikage Reo

Zipping up your dress/putting your jewelry on for you is what you experience with him. You’ve definitely got lots of gifts from him, especially jewelry/clothes. But the thing is he really likes putting them on you more so you’re jewelry. There’s something so romantic about it that makes him like it. He offers to do it for you if he catches you picking the item of you’re choice. Definitely has gotten you something with his initials on it though.

Nagi Seishiro

Sleeping on each other is what you experience with him. Gosh having a 190cm man on top of you is definitely suffocating idk about you 😭. Honestly one of the most stubborn guys out there and won’t let you get up so he will literally just flop on top of you and fall asleep. But he also likes when you’re sleeping on top of him, you’re like a weighted blanket to him. It’s cute but after a while it gets kinda uncomfortable. The only time when you’re able to get up is probably if he moves in his sleep (he definitely does!)

Oliver Aiku

Couples massage is what you experience with him. I feel like he likes massages especially if it’s from you. He’s always hoping that you’ll let him spend a couple more just for the sauna so he can relax with you there. The sauna is such a relaxing place where he doesn’t have to worry about nothing except you. Really nothing else he’d rather do than that besides soccer. You guys r defo regulars at the place and it’s most definitely the best rated place.

Shidou Ryusei

Pillow fights is what you experience with him. It’s actually really fun but sometimes he takes it a bit too far and accidentally injures you. He does apologize and bandage you up though. He hits so hard tho it hurts so it eventually becomes a competition on who can hit the other the hardest with the pillow. You’ve definitely got the air knocked out of you a few times. Let’s you win sometimes though.

Hiori Yo

Him walking you home is what you experience with him. After school, work, etc he walks you home. He says even though walking is slower than a car he gets to spend more time with you. And he even gets you a drink on the way every time. Really loves when there’s a sunset and he’s walking you home because it sets the whole thing. The talks between you two during that are nice, you’re both mostly focused on each other, and how the presence of the other is relaxing.

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𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.' 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟔.𝟗𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 : 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

'Miffy.'

'Hm?' 'Sweet little bunny.' 'Miffy.'

' ‘S that?'

'Miffy, miffy, miffy, run!' you exclaimed, pouncing on Nagi, fingers set to work as you tickled his sides, making him squirm. That was probably the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard, his voice echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom after his nap.

A memory that seemed so long ago.

“How long do you plan on staying here?”

You didn’t answer, turning to face the back of the cushion. Anri sighed, walking over to the sofa and sitting on the empty space beside you.

“You know that you have to talk to him right?” “There’s no point.” “But-” “There’s no point, Anri. He made it clear. I’m like rocks in his shoe and I’m dragging him down. He doesn’t need me for his success, all he needs are his legs. And he’s also starting to get tired of me.” you drawled.

You had crashed over at Anri’s place three days ago, not a single text or phone call from him. Showed how much he cared.

Anri’s company had helped as you sobbed over Soba with her hand patting your back, assuring you that he hadn’t meant what he said and maybe he was overworked, but her words of assurance had turned into false hope with the coming of day two and no sign of communication. It was currently day three and there were still no signs of Nagi, checking your contact.

“Active 20 minutes ago.” The chances of him wanting to talk seemed slim and neither did you initiate conversations with him. It seemed like it was time to go on a house hunt.

Nagi stared at the name tag of his game character on screen. “Miffy.” His nickname.

‘You know… you remind me of something or someone when your mouth is like that…’ you trailed, holding your chin in thought. After pondering over the thought for a bit, you remembered, humming the theme song.

‘Miffy, miffy, miffy run!’ you sang, making Nagi confused. ‘You seem to be singing a horror song quite sweetly.’ he remarked, making you scoff.

‘It’s miffy the rabbit. Look.’ you said, pulling out your phone to show him the image and then compare it one of his own.

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say.’ Nagi said, snatching your phone out of your hands. ‘If you call me miffy, then you’re Annabelle like that creepy doll.’ he said. Belle for short; belle meant beautiful but you didn’t need to know that.

When was the last time he had called you that or had even been called ‘miff’, ‘miffs’ or ‘Miffy’? The first day, Nagi was heated, not bothering to ponder over what he said, walking back to his laptop right after he had the argument with you. Day two Nagi didn’t seem to miss you in the morning either, going about his usual routine. It was when the dusk came that he had begun to realize how lonely he had become, his eyes constantly watching the clock, the time coming close to ten thirty in the night when he knew you’d come home.

But you never did.

Dinner was lonely, the scraping of his chopsticks against the plate was the only sound to keep him company along with sounds that came from the laptop; washing the plates after, his body waiting for the hugs you would give him from behind while he splashed water on the cutlery.

Being in bed was lonely; his body missing the warmth of yours or the way you curled into him, your legs entwining with his, not to move as the two of you slept soundly for hours, even admiring each other when you were awake, his hands caressing you softly as he would leave soft kisses on your face while you would do the same.

Morning came.

“Belle, Can you shut the curtains?”

But you weren’t there, his mouth betraying him. The same mouth that uttered the words,

You’re like the rocks in my shoe and you’re starting to drag me down. I’m so tired of you.

He said that didn’t he; not caring for the gravity it held or how much it could shatter everything the two of you had built. Why did he even say it? Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight or it was the moment of anger for everything to be handled, the boiling of the pot, the details of the match he was watching, the absolute focus that he needed to zero in to understand what was going on… there were many excuses for what he did, but it wouldn’t bring you back would it? Practices seemed the same, but he never felt the comfort he needed from his teammates; giving him a pat on the back when he had played well on the field or being tackled in a sweaty hug when they had won.

He missed your scent.

He missed you. He missed everything you had to give him, now breaking through the surface of the things he had taken for granted. It was on the dusk of the third day he had finally snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore; the silence, the loneliness or the racing of his heart when he would watch the time hoping to hear the opening of the front door as you walked in only to be disappointed when there was not a sound of a shoe being dropped or the clicking of the door in place with your footsteps to follow. Grabbing his coat, he picked up his phone from the coffee table, scrolling to Anri’s contact.

You had to be there. Walking out of the lobby of the building, Seishiro walked towards his car, revving up the engine. “Hello?” “Anri. Are they there?”

Looking back at you as you held the warm mug between your hands while staring at the window into the skyline playing music through your headphones, Anri covered the phone whispering into the phone. “Yes.” “Good. I’m gonna be there in another fifteen minutes.” he said, his hand on the driving wheel. “Keep the door open.” he said abruptly, throwing his phone into the backseat of the car.

He had to see you. His belle.

Pulling into the parking lot, he wasted no time, pressing the button of the elevator, foot tapping in frustration as he watched the numbers descend as it finally arrived at the ground floor. It made him no less frustrated when he saw the numbers rising towards Anri’s house. Damn Anri just had to get the condo on the topmost floor. Seishiro ran as soon as the elevator door opened, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, hands reaching the doorframe of the open door. Taking deep breaths he moved towards the living room. You were there. Headphones on your ears, a warm mug in your hands engulfed in a large sweater as you stared at the street below you.

Seishiro knew that music was a way to drown your sorrow, blocking out the noises around you to give you a space of your own, where no one could touch you.

Had he put you through that much pain, not bothering to console you or apologize for what he did? Looking to the side, he watched as Anri gave him a reassuring nod.

He could fix this.

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, he felt you go stiff. You knew that touch. Turning your head slowly, you watched as Seishiro stared at you, eyes tired and lips letting out soft breaths, taking the headphones from your ears.

He felt like he could breathe again, resting his forehead against yours, his palms laying open against your cheeks. You dragged your fingertips around his wrists, the pads of it digging into the flesh of it. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. Pressing his forehead to yours, he knew what you wanted to say without the words escaping you.

Laying a kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled his face away from yours, gray eyes staring into yours, your eyes on his lips mouthing the words. “I know.” “I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry, belle.” he said, his hands dragging from your cheeks to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse, proceeding to the middle of your back and pulling you into him, feeling the whole of you against him. Nuzzling his head into the shoulder of your sweater, he took a deep breath, the scent of you. Home.

“You really hurt me, you know that?” you said, hands pulling at the collar of his coat. “I really want you to feel how much you hurt but I can’t do that to you.” clenching the material of his coat into your fists.

Even if he had hurt you, you didn’t hold any malice against him. You could have done many things from shouting the words of his failure that you witnessed when you watched him play on the field, digging into old wounds. But you didn’t. This isn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign of strength and patience along with the hope that you were willing to mend things even if he had caused damage to it.

“I know,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” “I was… alone.”

‘So was I.’

“Am I really the stones in your shoes dragging you down?” Nagi knew the answer to that question. Three days were spent searching what you were to him, the question you asked shaking everything the two of you stood for. Taking your face into his hands, he pulled away from you, staring into your eyes with nothing but affection as his thumb stroked along your cheek, your glazed eyes that had tears pooling on the corner of your lash line.

He knew the answer.

“You’re my wings, belle. Even when I’m on the field. You make me soar.”

Sweet words were never Nagi’s forté, but he knew that if he was going to have you, he needed more than that. Nodding, he got on his knees, looking up at you. “It’s been three days (y/n). I… I know what kind of a person I am. I haven’t had to work for anything really… just. I’ve always had it. And at times I take things for granted even if that isn’t my intention. But… It looks like I pushed it too far this time. And I know I did. Just… come back to our apartment. It doesn’t seem the same without you and I don’t think I can sleep another night alone. I can’t keep touching the sheets or look around to see if you’re there. I… I’m tired (y/n).” Seishiro said, hands taking yours as he looked up at you.

He was just as tired as you. Being one of the best on the field needed a right mindset; the lack of emotional and physical affection taking a toll on him. Seishiro had learnt that touch was one of the most important forms of communication; a way to assure someone, reminding the times when you would squeeze his shoulder eased his burdens, the way you would wipe away food from his face when he was eating, the time you would wash his back when he was tired from practice.

He missed it.

Kneeling down, you joined him on the floor, your hands cupping his, giving an assuring squeeze.

“Let’s go home, Miffy.” Nagi’s eyes widened at the pet name, yet his gaze softened at the fondness of it. Reaching home, Seishiro never let go of you, dragging you into the bath, letting the comfort of the hot water surround the both of you, the hot liquid washing the sorrow his words away as it ran down your body; while the water washed away the feeling of emptiness Nagi felt when you weren’t around, hands clinging to your naked body, feeling your raw form against him as he leaned on the wall behind.

Dinner was quiet, with Seishiro watching you put every morsel into your mouth; not blinking for a minute, afraid that the moment would be lost if he closed his eyes. Taking a piece of food between your chopsticks you held it up to his lips.

“Eat.”

With the coming of the night, you could feel Seishiro toss and turn, hand reaching out to your side of the bed, patting down your face in your sleep to make sure you were there. Sighing, you turned over to his side, hugging him from behind while he did the same, curling his body into you.

He felt safe and finally at home.

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Aiku held up the picture for what seemed the longest time cuts on his fingers, the blood seeping into the corner of the photograph. He remembered the time he had taken that picture.

“With that kind of staring, you sure you’re not trying to burn a hole into their bathing suits? Then again you’d like that wouldn’t you, perv.” you scoffed, lifting a hand to cover the glare of the sun.

“I came here to spend time with you, not my fault that I just so happened to be here and there are girls in bathing suits here as well…” he said, with a playful push.

“Tch. Why am I even dating you?” “Because I’m special, obviously.” “I wonder why… I didn’t run out of olive oil.” you said, snickering.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” he said, grabbing you and placing you on his lap. He playfully bit the side of your cheek, making you laugh. Taking out his phone, he had captured the moment, making sure to use it for later, printing the photo and using it when he moved into the penthouse.

“Olive oil.” He turned to look at you. Lifting your hands to make a heart you teased him.

“Olive you.” earning a sigh and an eye roll from him.

“You know there’s the Olive theory?” “I wonder when you’re going to run out of olive jokes.” he commented, setting his feet on top of the coffee table.

“There’ll be many as long as you’re around me you know?”

The olive theory; Oliver hated Olives and you loved them, and that’s what made the perfect relationship. A relationship that went to ruin because of him.

“Bambi…” he murmured, stroking the side of the picture that had your face in it. Oliver never had a stable person in his life. Sure, there were his parents, and his teammates, but there wasn’t a person who lasted long enough to be called his own; dating around only for the purpose of fame or the motive of finding further relations given that he was a football player, maybe you were one of the people that held a significant place in his life.

Oliver watched as you drove away into the night from the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, the penthouse now empty and the photoframe broken with pieces of glass loose on the floor. He walked over to it, picking up the frame, fingers digging into the smaller pieces of glass, leaving light cuts on his fingers as picked up the picture.

The two of you seemed so happy that day, the picture reminding him of more memories he had made with you.

Mirror in the front, you sat beside him, painting the dye into his hair. Rather than getting it done by his usual hairstylist, he had insisted on you doing it, wanting to promote the notion of getting into ‘couple goals.’ taking a picture of you while you worked for keeps sake. Washing his hair out and shaking all the water off on you to make you squeal. Coming home from practices, he would test your patience, laying on top of you when he reeked of sweat while you were comfortable watching television, only to be dragged into the shower when he insisted you take a bath with him.

Oliver felt calm when you washed his hair, your fingertips lightly scratching his scalp, the soft tugs of his hair as he groaned from the relaxation he felt, hands coming to the temples of his head to rub lines into his eyebrows and under his eyes including the massages you would give him before bed, acute pressure under his feet and pressing on his calves.

He would run faster and better the next day, body feeling light and healthy on the field.

To show his gratefulness all he did was appear drunk and create messes for you to clean; not giving you attention in weeks. You just gave and gave didn’t you? And all he did was take, not bothering to ask or give you something back in return. You were satisfied with his kisses and his performance on the field. Unlike his previous exes, you weren’t demanding on dates, instead making memories with him at home when he was tired from the days activities of being captain and being a defender.

Japan had its defender in a single piece because of you.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to your contact. “Bambi.”

“You’re a lot like Bambi.” “I would say I’m a lot like Thumper.” “No. You’re like Bambi.” “Why?”

“Because you’re always prancing around like some young fawn, stumbling over your feet. Never sit still.” or maybe it was because of your doe eyes that he had named you that.

Tapping on the contact, the phone rang a few times, until it went silent. You weren’t responding to him.

He tried sending you texts, none of them were seen, only left on delivery. Time seemed to be going slow for Aiku, watching as the minute ticked by on his phone the numbers changing on the screen. Time went so painfully slow that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You weren’t going to respond to him on chats? That was fine. Maybe you’ll respond to him when he makes it to social media, clicking a picture of his hand which had been cut, caption : Hurt. By morning, his dms were flooded,

‘Omg! You should have that checked!’ ‘How did this happen to you?’

‘Need me to take care of it, handsome ;o ?’

None of them were from you; the words he said setting in as night came and the bed was lonely.

‘You know that you’re replaceable right? It’s not like I’m running out of options anytime soon.’ Options… the word weighing heavy on his tongue.

You weren’t a choice, you were an option.

A demeaning word for someone who had taken care of him in all the kind ways possible wasn’t it?

Options were the people who had thrown themselves on him; smothering him with the love he didn’t need or want. What he wanted was different; respect, patience and affection. A patience that had run thin because of his actions.

It wasn’t difficult for Oliver to replace a person, he had done that many times before. But could he erase the memories that he had made with you and replace it with someone else? ‘Olive Oil.’

‘Olive you.’

‘Olive theory.’

He couldn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried.

The next evening and night, Oliver continued to publish stories on his page, captioned with various things that reminded him about the two of you.

Taking long walks on the beach alone with the picture of the waves; caption : ‘Olive you.’

Long nights on the couch with a disney marathon in the background : ‘Thumper doesn’t suit you.’

By day three, Oliver was tired, the routine he had became a chore and time went by slowly. So painfully slow. Even things he enjoyed doing seemed mundane. ‘When will you come back?’

“Hey, did you check Aiku’s story?” Looking from the couch to Otoya, you watched as he stared down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

“No, why?”

There were words that he had said to you, but the fact that Eita had his expression of seriousness made you worried.

“He cut his hand. Look.” he said, showing the phone to you. Taking a screenshot of it, you zoomed in on the picture. He cleaned up the glass.

That idiot. Why did he even lift that photo frame from the bin?

Turning to face the window from your bed, you couldn’t sleep. Had he been taking care of himself? Did he eat well? Was he sleeping alright?

No. You wouldn't worry about him. He probably had someone better to take care of him. He had maybe even moved on, forgetting about you…

It wouldn’t hurt to drop something off by the penthouse would it? Deciding to grab your car keys, your shoulders screaming from the pain of you slogging over the computer at work for ten hours in a row, you were tired. Yet your heart wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Thank you and come again!” the attendant said as you left the shop, the package contained a pair of tweezers, disinfectant, gauze and cotton. Did that dumbass even bother cleaning his wounds? He would have to deal with it on his own. Pressing the elevator button for the penthouse, you stood near the glass watching as the height between you and the ground grew larger until the soft ding of the lift made you walk out. Even if the argument seemed two days ago, it seemed like time had passed a lot longer; making you miss your second home. Hanging the bag on the handle of the door, you were about to leave when you saw the lift doors open, revealing a very tired Oliver. Heterochromatic eyes snapped to yours, a look of relief washing over his features, as he dropped his duffel bag. Swallowing you were about to move towards the elevator when he moved to block you.

“Move.” He didn’t. “I said, move.” He wouldn’t.

“I said, move Aiku!” you said, pushing him.

He couldn’t; arms coming around to hug you as you tried to break away from his grip.

“Let go of me.”

He can’t. “You said I was replaceable right? You don’t need me right? Then let go of me already.” the pain you held in for days coming out of your system in the form of words of agony and tears, hands pawing at his jersey as he pulled you close to him. You cried as he held you to his chest, his fingers digging into your back, holding you close to him.

You were in his arms. You were safe, but broken with his words.

He couldn’t stay away from you any longer, that would be a sentence longer to his loneliness and miserability. He missed you.

“Stay, Bambi.” The nickname made you whimper, memories of the time he had called you coming back to you.

‘You prance around like a fawn.’

‘You’re so weird. You really like the crunchy sound that my beard makes when you rub your palm against it?’

“Why’d you say it?” you asked in a broken voice.

Why do people say anything? Oliver had been through situations like this before, his ex throwing water in his face or slapping him when they walked out of the door. Oliver was always done with them after moving to meet the next person.

“It’s a habit.” he said softly. “Everytime a fight breaks out, I’ve always watched people leave through that door, never wanting to come back; neither did I go in search of them. You were the first to come back, not demanding anything but just… to make sure that I was doing alright. I’m not fine without you. And I… I…” words dying in his throat as his grip around you tightening if not harder, squeezing you like a snake. He hadn’t had anything like this before.

“You know that you can have a tv star or a supermodel right?’ you asked in a tiny voice. “What am I compared to that?”

Hands digging into the tresses of your hair, Oliver pushed you into his shoulder, the tip of his nose burning from the tears that he held back. He couldn’t let them fall, they didn’t deserve to. Not after he had the weight of what he said on his shoulders. Making amends was never his strong point but he had to try if he wanted you. And he did.

“Much more. So much more. You hold the sun and stars for me, (y/n). I can’t deal with every dragging day if you’re not here. I can’t take care of myself… and I know that… that’s not enough to make you stay… but I really want you to. I can’t promise a change overnight… but if you’re here with me… It's everything I want to have… and need… and live with. ”

His shoulders shaking from the words, feeling your arms letting go of his shirt, he felt his heart stop; your hands coming to his face, pulling him away from you. Heterochromatic eyes staring into yours, tinged with red and dark circles to accompany them. The escape of a tear made you wipe it away with your thumb.

“Let’s get inside. We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Oliver slept soundly after what felt like ages, waking up in the middle of the night to make sure you were next to him and didn’t disappear, yet you were there, running your fingers on the side of his face, as he nuzzled into your throat, giving him a soft kiss on the head.

Early hours of the morning, Oliver woke up once more; watching your still figure in the darkness as he blinked, your arms stretched out in the space that was between the both of you.

It wasn’t good enough. Throwing the sheets off him, Oliver moved around the bed, coming behind you. Moving you over to his side of the mattress, he took the space behind you, laying a soft kiss to the back of your neck, arms coming under your neck and over your belly while he tucked his knees under yours, sleeping the rest of the dawn away, waiting to see your open eyes when the sun poured in.

You were here in his arms and it was everything he wanted.

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

“I packed up my stuff. There was nothing much to begin with anyway. I’ve left the key on the table before leaving cause I know you have the other one to open the door. Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher. I’ll uh… yeah that’s all I have to say, even if you’re sleeping considering it's midnight there. Bye Ariel.

Love,

(y/n).”

Sae had stared at that message for over five days, the words replaying in his head even when he kicked the ball. Rather than feeling the plight of the goal he scored or the exhilarating adrenaline flow through his body, he pondered over the words of the last message you had sent him.

Did you pick up your clothes from the hamper? They weren’t washed were they? Then again, you sent that text a day ago and you might as well have moved out.

DId you take your stupid book along with you? The one that you always left on the coffee table when he came home? Thinking about the synopsis of it, it was about a dying old man and his student… teaching him the ways of life. Why did you even read these kinds of books? The answer now laid bare before him.

‘Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher.’

‘I don’t need to hear that from a person who has bitter relations with his own brother due to his own selfishness.’

Sae scoffed at the thought the next day, Selfishness? He had given you a place to stay, opening his home to you. Was that called being selfish? He had stocked food for you in the cabinet, making sure you didn’t go hungry while he was in France. In what way was that selfish? He had his own reasons for being bitter towards his brother, but he never did make amends with him, their way of communication being that of rough language when they played each other on the field until either one of them ended up with a yellow or a red card.

But he was the older one wasn’t he? He was the one responsible for his brother if their parents weren’t there, since he would be the only one Rin would have as a family.

Maybe your words did hold a deeper meaning.

The second day, he decided to do something that he hadn’t done before.

Calling up Rin.

“Hello?” Sae didn’t find the words in him, biting his lip. “Hello?” Why did he even call him up? What did he think would work? To patch things up with his younger brother? That was a train he missed a long time ago.

“Huh…”

The train that would always arrive at his station because it was home. “Rin.” The ends of the phones of the brothers became silent, neither one not knowing what to speak but each comforted by the presence of each. Maybe they could start with closure, mending torn cloths of their relationship with a sewing needle and a thread.

“How have you been?” “It's always busy in the world of a footballer and you know that. Why did you call?”

He got straight to the point didn’t he. Staring at the early hours of dawn, Sae let the silence follow, filled with the chirping of morning birds. “Couldn’t sleep.”

It had been the case the last time you had spoken to him and when he read the last message you sent.

“It’ll be fine.” Sae’s eyes widened at the words, expecting Rin to blame the problem on him. It was his problem wasn’t it? Why would his little brother even bother looking into it. Words of comfort hadn’t been exchanged with them for a very long time, the bonds they built as children withering away when they became adults, deteriorating further when they would compete against each other.

“Don’t you spite me?” Sae asked, gripping his phone tightly.

“Something serious must have happened for you to call me. If it weren’t for me it would be your friends if you had any. Family is usually the last resort or turned to during desperate times. And you’re my older brother, for the sake of our parents, we would have to get along well sooner or later. Even if I don’t like you or spite you, I wouldn’t turn you away. Even I have some dignity to spare.” Rin said.

Sae couldn’t explain the feeling that overcame him, his eyes pooling with tears.

Not everyone is an ill wisher.

Not everyone would wish misfortune to another.

The third day called for relaxation with Sae settling on the activity of walking down the streets of Paris. The night was lit up with street lamps and couples walked on the street while Sae had nothing except his pockets to put his hands in, fumbling with the room key and wallet that was in it. Stopping by a bookshop he found the face of a book that reminded him of you.

‘The little mermaid - Hans Christian Anderson.’

He was supposed to pass by the store, not bothering over the book yet he found himself exchanging the book for money, taking the package with him to his room. Unlike the movies, the little mermaid was not a happy story; with her jumping into the ocean as the prince and his bride stared at the foam she had turned into.

Tossing the book aside, Sae was left alone to his thoughts.

‘Stupid thing should have just plunged the knife into the prince’s heart.’

But she couldn’t… she loved him. How could she possibly harm a loved one in his sleep while he muttered the name of his bride who was sleeping next to him? She would rather choose her own pain and sorrow rather than lead an empty life knowing what she did.

A perfect yet sad ending that captured her suffering and the naivety of the prince.

She was selfless, suffering with the pain of her human legs each time she walked, growing closer to the prince day by day only for him to fall in love with another girl from a temple, who he believed saved him during the night of the shipwreck when it was actually the same mermaid who had dragged him to shore. Selfless enough to give away her voice so that she could no longer sing or talk, selfless enough to not stab him, selfless enough to make sacrifices for him as the prince watched her turn to foam with his bride.

You were Ariel weren’t you? By the fourth day, Sae couldn’t stop staring at his phone, his body ready to pounce over any question that came.

‘Do you have your bags packed?’

‘Did you make sure to take a toothbrush?’

‘Did you get everything you need?’

‘Make sure to have your ticket on you.’

‘Stay safe and have a great flight. I’ll see you soon Ariel.’

The day had passed and the night had arrived, yet there was not a single text from you. Sae knew the consequences of his words, going the extra mile to assume the worst about you when you had tried to make his living easy.

‘If you want to be the best, you can’t have any distractions, Itoshi. People come and go and this one is like no other. You are young on a fresh pair of legs that can bring a lot of potential out of you and work on the field. Put it to good use.’ were the words of his coach. And like any young mind the first ones to take the blame were the ones who were too close, with close being you; venomous words reaching into the roots of your relationship and shaking it to pieces till nothing was left.

It was the morning of the fifth day and Sae was ready to leave, his bags packed as he closed the door to the room.

The flight was long and tiring, making him want to reach home faster and hit the hay. Upon arriving in the airport, he went out of the gates, his eyes unconsciously searching for you. You weren’t there. Sighing he was dropped home, mind going into the setting of finding you with your book, turning over a page as you sat with socks on the sofa, only to turn on the lights to the dim room and the sofa empty with your book gone from the coffee table. The photographs of the two of you were gone from the wall, clothes missing, along with your laptop and papers among other belongings. Going to the bathroom, he felt the strings of his heart pull at the sight of the single toothbrush with yours missing; a strong reminder that you were gone and he was alone.

‘Why did you say those words, Ariel?’

‘Because I want to be the best.’

‘Do I not want the best for you either?’

‘It's not the same thing.’

‘And what if it is?’

‘How?’

‘I want nothing but the best for you Sae. I never gave you the option of wanting football or me. If you wanted to dedicate yourself to the game you love so much, I would have stood by you. But you didn’t want to and look where we are now. Why do you want to ruin things that are going good for you? We’ve had minor issues, yeah… but it never came to one of us leaving. But if it makes you feel better, then maybe I should.’ you said, taking a step back.

‘What are you doing?’ Sae asked, a hand reaching out to you but not touching you.

‘Where are you going?’

You said nothing, as pieces of you started disappearing while he screamed.

Sae woke up in the middle of the night, sweat soaking his shirt, hands reaching over to your side of the bed only to find it empty.

Staring at the white neon digits of the clock it read, two thirty in the morning. Throwing the sheets of his body, Sae wore his coat, grabbing the keys of his car and driving to your apartment.

Hearing the rapid knocking of your door along with the sounds of the doorbell, you waddled over to the living room, yawning with half shut eyes. Looking through the peephole, you were surprised to see Sae, pacing around shortly before raising his clenched hand to bang the door again. Worried that the neighbors might hear, if not already, you opened the door, causing him to stumble in; staring at you with his green eyes.

Sighing you sat on the sofa while he stood in silence.

“Ariel didn’t live happily ever after with Eric. She died in the sea…turning into foam while he and his bride watched over her.” “Did you come over to my place close to three in the morning just to tell me the story of the little mermaid that was written in the eighteen hundreds?” you asked, raising an eyebrow to him. “The last time I checked, you didn’t want or need me. Why are you here?” you said, walking to the kitchen as he followed you. Opening the cabinet you took out the coffee powder and kept a kettle to boil as Sae circled you to snatch it away from your hands.

“You know better than to drink this,” he said.

Snatching it back from him, you bit back.

“If I need my sanity to listen to you at three in the morning, I am going to need this.”

Holding your hand against the counter as he placed his other on the platform. “Don’t.”

Please.

“What is going on Sae? First you say that you don’t want or need me and now you’re here three in the morning, fighting over coffee. What has been happening with you lately?” you asked, setting down the bottle of coffee gently on the kitchen platform as his hand became more gentle on your wrist while the other pushed him away, wanting to keep some space between the two of you; the hand which Sae placed his other on, stopping you from putting any distance.

“You were right.” he said; the words, making you look at him in confusion.

“Not everyone is an ill wisher.”

Tears pooling in his green eyes that looked exhausted and in need of sleep;

“I am selfish, aren’t I?” he asked, eyes looking into yours for answers.

You said nothing, sighing through your nose.

“It seems like you learned.” Sae said nothing, resting his head against your shoulder, his tears smearing onto the fabric of your shirt while his hands settled at your waist. It had been long since he had you in his arms.

“This doesn’t make things alright but it can wait. We need sleep. You can have the bed and I’ll take the sofa.” you said, taking his arms off you, as you walked towards the closet to grab extra bedding and blankets, settling into the cushions of the sofa while Sae watched you.

Waking up in the middle of the night, you were being carried into the other room. You dared not move, not wanting to give away the fact that you were awake.

“I know you’re awake.” It was pointless to fool him wasn’t it? Might as well just skip to the point then.

“Why did you say those things?” you asked, turning to him as he settled on the opposite side of you, his sweat drenched shirt off and replaced with one of yours.

“It's something that my coach said.”

“What changed?”

Reaching a hand across, he stroked your cheek, talking about the time he had in Paris, calling Rin and realizing the words he said to you; body inching closer to you on the discussion of his nightmare that had happened an hour or two prior.

“I can’t take back what I said… and I’m aware of that. But… if I can learn to be a better human being… it can only be with you. And that’s another reason to live for, apart from football. I don’t… want to be confined to my old self, (y/n). I want to evolve… I don’t want to be the same boy who lived in spite when I went to Spain.” he said, his resolve crumbling before as the two of you laid in bed. You shifted your body closer to him, pulling his head into your chest as his body shook from the pain of the memories that had made him soar to heights but at the cost of more than what he had bargained for; your words becoming more crystal clear to him with every new emotion he had experienced in the past week. Moving towards your phone, you played a song, placing an earphone into Sae’s ear and the other in yours, tapping his back according to the beat until he fell asleep.

‘I’m here.’

‘You’re here.’

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

Nuzzling into your chest, placing a kiss over your collarbone as an apology, with you returning the gesture with a nuzzle into his hair, smelling the scent of him made you realize how much you had missed him, smiling into it.

He came back.

And he wasn’t going to leave. He didn’t; even as the morning arrived, hugging you close to his chest even when you complained about getting out of bed on a workday, the morning passed with more hours of sleep as he traced the lines on your face while you held onto his wrist rubbing the tip of your nose into the expanse of his palm. It was warm.

This was all he ever needed and wanted.

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