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shidou reuniting with s/o after training overseas . . . ♡

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shidou ryusei x fem!! reader

synopsis: shidou seeing you again after training overseas for football

warnings: fem pov, shidou.

probz ooc

3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 35 minutes, and 52 seconds since Shidou saw you last. It was too long without you he felt like he had tripled in age every minute at those excruciatingly long day without out you. Fuck he was having literally withdraws. He NEEDED to see you NOW. But no, he had to wait on the plane only 30 minutes till he landed. It was almost tempting to jump out the plane and parachute his way down. His teammates were concerned. Shidou looked almost depressed, his teammates heard everything thing about you, even the more intimate details, but they still didn't expect Shidou to look so sad.

The blonde haired 'demon' laid in the luxurious business class seat, letting out a sigh probably so someone would as him what was wrong, just so he could yap continously about you, but his teammates new better. Unfortunately, his phone died, so he couldn't blow up your phone with text messages, he felt fucking helpless. God, couldn't the plane go any fucking slower???

Luckily, as soon as they landed after a lifetime, Shidou dashed off the plane at the speed of life. He sprinted, running through the boarding bridge, probably scaring the flight attendants in the process. He ran to the baggage reclaim, praying that his bag would hurry the fuck up. As soon as he saw his bag coming around the covervelt he dived for it, grabbing it and the running over to the main terminal. Thank the heavens it wasn't busy. He got out and looked everywhere for you like a lost puppy, that when he saw you facing away from him.

He dashed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, chuckling slightly as you let out a yelp of suprise, a wide grin adorned on his face as he spun you around to face him. He didn't waste any time, cupping your cheeks in his hand as he smashed his lips against yours immediately sticking his tongue practically down your throat. After a couple minutes of making out in an almost empty airport, he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"I missed ya so fuckin' much, Princess." He says, his grin as wide as ever. His hand wrapped around your waist so he could be as close to you as humanly possible.

"Missed you too, Ryu." You say, giggling slightly as the 6 foot 1 striker cuddled you like a love sick teenager.

"Let's go home, yeah??? We gonna cuddle for the rest of the day." Shidou says, picking you up in his arms while also carrying his luggage. God only you could make him like this.

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from the start ; sae itoshi x f!reader P2 [CH1]

note: here's part 2!

wc ; 4.5k | content ; slow burn, swearing, tension, angst, situationship, kissing, making out, crying, more angst, not proofread, reader is Over It but sae is down bad, sae is rich, cringe cliche tropes i'm sorry, english isn't my first language, two parter?, no prns but reader wears a dress, ooc, reader and sae both have rich and absent, implied smut? maybe, alcohol, reader and sae are both 19

summary ; the world has a different kind of birthday present for you today

You barely make it to your room before you break down, sobbing so hard you can barely breathe. White-hot tears trace paths down your cheeks like lava, dripping off your face onto the sheets. The sheets that still smell of him. Your clothes smell of him. Even when he's leaving you, going off to another fucking continent, he still surrounds you, follows you around like a ghost. Your hands fist the sheets; you're curled into a ball, chest heaving. It hurts; everything hurts. Your heart and your soul and your chest and your life and even the thought of him, it’s all so painful you can’t even think properly.

You don’t know when exactly you pass out again, but when you finally wake up, it’s about eight. In the evening. You stare at your phone; to your surprise there’s over a hundred missed calls, and almost 400 texts from your friends. What the hell?

Asa’s calling you again. You pick up, confused. “What–”

“What the actual fuck, y/n, where were you? And what was Sae Itoshi doing at your house last night?”

“What?” you say dumbly, voice groggy. You’ve barely just woken up.

“Okay, yeah, not just last night, but my point still stands!” she appears to have misread the reason for your confusion. “It’s all over our social media! I mean, you’re literally standing there with your face in his fucking hands like a fucking romcom!”

“What?” you repeat hoarsely.

“Quit repeating yourself, you goat,” she snaps. “Open up, I’m coming over.”

You take this opportunity to change out of Sae’s clothes – the t-shirt has “SAE” emblazoned on the front in bright red letters against white fabric, and it’s not exactly something that’ll help your current situation – and fix up your hair. You’re getting yourself some breakfast [dinner?] when the doorbell rings. You open it cautiously, slightly terrified, but to your relief it’s only Asa and Maki. And Asa looks mad as hell.

She struts in right past you, but Maki waits until you invite her in. She offers you a sheepish smile in lieu of an apology. When you turn back, she’s seated on the couch, next to the–

Shit. The bouquet.

Asa tosses it towards you with a wry smile; you fumble twice before catching it. She watches you as you put it away with more care than you should, then turns her phone towards you, no longer smiling.

“When were you gonna tell us about this?”

It’s an Instagram post. The image is blurry, so it takes a moment for it to register, for you to realize just what you’re looking at – it’s a photograph of the front of your house, late at night. You know it’s late at night, specifically because the door is open, and you’re standing there, and Sae’s there too, hands cupping your face. His back is turned to the camera but the shaggy reddish-brown hair is too noticeable for it to be anyone else. It looks like you’re holding his hands, like some sort of romantic gesture. It had been a romantic moment, but not on your part. but you’re not the internet, after all. Asa swipes, and the next photograph is Sae kissing you behind the bleachers. Your head is tilted up, half-covered by his black-gloved hand. He’s still in his soccer uniform, sweat glistening on his temple. You’re holding a water bottle –presumably his, and it’d be an adorable scene elsewhere. But not here, not now, not as a secret that everyone’s suddenly finding out about. The third picture shows you leaning back against a car – Sae’s car – in an empty parking lot, with a giddy smile on your face. You’re wearing his jacket over your tank top and shorts, and he’s brushing a wisp of your hair away from your face. The fourth – god, how many of these are there – is him bending down to whisper something in your ear when he thought no one was looking. Although the camera is zoomed in to a degree that should be illegal, the burning blush on your face is still apparent, and so is the wicked grin on Sae’s face. To your chagrin, you can remember the exact details of this conversation; it had been something along the lines of this.

Sae: y/n

You: what

Sae: wanna go to my car and make out?

You’d said no, and he hadn’t questioned it. You like that about him. You’d both still ended up in the car, though.

You’re silent, watching, as she scrolls through the rest of the images, no sarcasm or wit or snarky replies. And according to her, that’s only the first post. Maki, on the other hand, doesn’t quite care about the fact that you’ve been doing… things… with Sae as much as you not telling her about it. Her lips turn up into a pout as she leans back into your couch. “Shame you didn’t tell us, though…”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just couldn’t–”

Asa interrupts you. “How long has this been going on?”

Maki whistles. “Interrogation time, I guess!”

You sit down on the love seat opposite Asa.

“Well?”

“Prom,” you admit guiltily.

“Like… two years ago?” Asa sounds hurt.

“I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head impatiently. “So what about his other girlfriends?”

“We never did anything when he was dating,” you defend yourself. Even though it’s true, it still feels like a lame excuse.

“So you were like his – backup girlfriend,” Maki observes.

“Can we stop talking about it like this?” you interject, suddenly snappy. You hug yourself defensively, suddenly unable to breathe properly. You’re inhaling as deep as you can, but it’s as if the air isn’t quite reaching your lungs. Before you know it, you’re shaking, a new onslaught of tears spilling out from your eyes. You sniffle, trying in vain to wipe your tears away. But then there’s a sudden warmth surrounding you, and you feel Asa and Maki’s arms around you, hugging you, holding you close. For some reason, you’re crying harder now that they’re holding you. Asa whispers apologies into your hair, and Maki whispers, “It’s okay.”

It’s not. It won’t be, ever again.

It takes a while for you to finally calm down.

“I’m sorry,” says Asa again. “We won’t talk about it anymore. But still! The Sae Itoshi! What was it like?”

“Yeah…” you smile awkwardly. “He was nice, I guess.”

“You–”

“I’m going to sleep,” announces Maki. “You two talk or whatever.”

She turns over, and you look at Asa again, waiting for her to continue.

“You guess?” she asks, skeptically. “What’d he even do?”

“He was like a boyfriend,” you say, thinking aloud. “But also not really a boyfriend, y’know?”

“It’s one or the other, l/n, choose,” she huffs, glaring at you. There’s no actual vexation behind it, though, and you both burst into awkward laughter. It dies down pretty fast, but the atmosphere is way more relaxed now.

“It was pretty physical,” you admit. “But also we broke it off last night before he left, because it was–”

“Pretty physical,” Asa finishes for you.

“Yeah, that. It wouldn’t work over text.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “What’s going on? With everyone else, I mean.”

“About that…” Asa smiles uncomfortably, rubbing the back of her neck. “You’re not exactly on the right side of the story.”

“Of course not,” you sigh tiredly.

“They think he cheated on all the girls with you,” she explains.

“Of course they do.” You bury your face in your hands with a tired groan. “Dude, fuck all this. Fuck Sae, I wish I’d never said yes.”

“Said yes to what?”

You flush, dark red hues spreading and spilling across your cheeks like splashes of paint. “Nothing.”

Asa doesn’t question you, but a moment later she leans forward to squeeze your hand all the same. “Now what are we gonna do about tomorrow?”

“They won’t believe me, will they?”

Asa smiles tightly. “Uh…”

School is… worse than expected. Everyone eyes you like hawks – not just his girlfriends and their friends, everyone and their mother are staring at you, unsmiling. Even the damn teacher. It’s almost unfair, the way you’ve suddenly been alienated from everyone; even your other friends aren’t talking to you. Almost. Because you’re at fault, too. You shouldn’t have gotten carried away, whisked off into some fairytale world where you’re common folk, and he’s a prince, secretly in love. There wasn’t even love, you think, and your heart hurts because you’re so in love with him, and he’d probably been using you the entire time.

Except last night, a voice pipes up in your head. And yeah, last night had been different. But what does it matter now? He’s gone, and someone’s leaked pictures of the two of you like he’s some sort of high-up celebrity.

The voices die down as time passes by, and between taking deep breaths and Asa squeezing your hand protectively, things do get better. That’s not to say that they stop, however, and you do overhear yourself being referred to as “Sae Itoshi’s side chick” once or twice. You can’t even complain, because that’s kind of what you actually were. Minus the cheating. And there are a few outstanding incidents, every now and then.

The first one takes place maybe two days after he leaves; you’re about to dig into the shitty cafeteria lunch when someone slams their tray down onto the table opposite you. Considering the fact that Asa will be sitting with her boyfriend, you’ve already accepted the fact that you’ll be sitting alone. So you’re pleasantly surprised – or not, because the person sitting opposite you is no other than Sae’s latest ex, Mira. She sneers at your surprise, then leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. “So, you’re why he was always so distracted, huh? Fucking side hoe.”

The last part comes out as a hiss, and you flinch back in shock. She’s laughing at first, but it slowly fades off into silence when she realizes you’re genuinely confused. “What–”

“What do you mean distracted?” you interrupt her. “It’s because of soccer, not me.”

“No, it was you,” she states again, obtusely. “I know men, y/n. It wasn’t anything other than a girl, and considering the two of you’ve had some sort of fucked up situationship going on since who-knows-when…” she trails off.

“It wasn’t like that,” you plead desperately. You’re not sure why. “I liked him, yeah, but he was just looking for something that he didn’t have to stay committed to.”

“Are you fucked in the head?” she demands. “I don’t know if he was trying to look out for you in his own fucked up way by not making things official, but that man was fucking whipped. I knew it going in.”

“What?” you ask weakly.

“His mind was never in it,” she explains impatiently. “He wanted you badly.” She looks you up and down, somewhat judgmentally. “Dunno what he saw, exactly, but he did. I came here to be a bitch to you, maybe cuss you out, but you’re so pathetic.”

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms defensively, finally coming back to your senses. You open your mouth to respond with a nasty retort, but she interrupts you before you can.

“I don’t mean it in a rude way, but you seriously are. I mean, how stupid would you have to be to not notice?”

You blink at her dumbly, confused, and she shakes her head resignedly. “Never mind. I’m Mira, but I guess you already know that. I know who you are too. Wanna be friends?”

“I thought you hated me,” you say slowly.

“Long story short, I don’t.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Not anymore, anyways.”

It really is surprising how some things turn out.

If you initially don’t trust Mira all that much at first, you can’t really be blamed. But then one day you’re cornered by two of Sae’s other exes – he has like seventeen of them now – and before you know it, she’s flying to your rescue. You don’t exactly get to hear what she screams at them, but apparently it’s enough to make them back off, leaving you alone with Mira as she smiles down at you triumphantly. She’s actually shorter than you, but those stupidly tall platforms the two of you found in the back of your closet have done wonders for her height.

And if she treats you like a pitiful homeless puppy, she’s not doing it on purpose.

Mira is a stereotypical rich girl, but she’s nice when you get used to it. And she’s generous with her money. Even when you try to stop her, even when you’re able to afford the same things without worrying about the price.

For your eighteenth birthday, she throws you a huge party; there aren’t a lot of people there but the expenses are quite high. She pays for your dress, your makeup, your shoes. She also pays for the tissues and ice cream after the party ends and you start crying because you miss Sae. You can’t stop apologizing to her, considering the fact that he’s someone she liked, too. She shuts you up with a haughty sniff and dismissive wave, and hands you another tissue.

Your nineteenth birthday, however, is when she goes all out. You wake up to exactly one notification – it’s nothing you aren’t used to now, considering even Asa’s drifted away from you now that school’s ended, and your only friend is Mira, of all people. Your parents aren’t home, of course, but the notification is from them – about $10k has been deposited into your bank account. You crack a sleepy smile. At least they remembered, even if no one else did. But then when you’re halfway through eating your breakfast, someone starts banging at your door. You open it cautiously once you realize it’s Mira, and she walks in without acknowledging you, then turns to thrust a large purple duffle bag into your arms. When you stare at her blankly, unmoving, she locks your door again, then turns to you, arms crossed.

“I hope you didn’t notice half your clothes are missing, because I stole them,” she says briskly. “The ones that aren’t yours in there are also yours now, I bought them for you.”

“What?” you’re almost disorientated at this point.

“We’re going on a trip,” she tells you impatiently. “Happy birthday, bitch.”

Maybe you are the pitiful puppy she treats you like. Because instead of protesting, you follow her silently like you are one.

The trip isn’t quite what you’d expected at first. You find yourself shuffled into a helicopter – it’s not like you’ve never been on one, but it’s still a… startling experience. You’re still clutching onto your duffle bag; you must look like an absolute fool right now. Mira’s made you change into “presentable” clothes, a white tank top with jeans. No one’s even there to see you right now, you think, so why’d she make you change out of your sweats? But then you disembark onto a cruise ship?

“What the hell?” you shriek.

Mira just smiles.

The two of you are escorted to your rooms, and you watch as she gives curt instructions to the stewards about preparations for some kind of party. Then she turns to you. “Listen up, y/n.”

You blink at her, confused. Confusion seems to be a large part of your friendship.

“We’ll be trying on dresses now. The stylists will be over in an hour, and the party starts at seven.” You open your mouth to speak, but she ignores you. “I know six hours is an awfully short time to get ready, sorry not sorry. I invited some of our old friends too.”

“Okay,” you breathe. This shit’s overwhelming.

Everything goes well until it’s time to pick jewelry. You’ve never been much of anything other than a minimalist when it comes to it, and this time there’s only one piece you want to wear. Everyone in the room’s disagreeing with you; from Mira to the stylists to the makeup artists. It’s gold, it won’t go with the black and silver of your dress. It’s too little, it’s too simple. A single heart-shaped locket on a chain looped around your neck. You shake your head obstinately. “I want this, Mira.”

Suddenly, her eyes light up with understanding. “Oh. That brat gave it to you, yes?”

There’s only one person who she’d refer to like this – Sae. You bite your lip, wondering whether to say yes or not. She narrows her eyes knowingly, and you finally nod, nervous. She smiles condescendingly, then snaps her fingers at the two women messing with your hair and clothing. “Let her have it.”

You smile at her gratefully.

The birthday banquet is exquisite. It’s much more than you could’ve ever expected from anyone. You greet your old friends with light hugs and feathery cheek-kisses, trying not to ruin their makeup. You thank everyone for coming, thank Mira for the surprise. The night passes by surprisingly fast, and around the end of the party you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Your makeup is smudged, and you’re somewhat tipsy from the alcohol being passed around. You splash water onto your face, then clean yourself up. Before you fix your makeup, you experience a surprising moment of weakness; you miss Sae, you wish he were here tonight. You press the locket to your lips with a quiet sigh.

The walk back to your party hall is confusing, and your feet hurt in your heels. When you reach the door of the party hall, it’s as if it’s a different one. Cheers and yells echo from within, and someone bumps into you as they exit from it. “Wrong hall,” they say, and your eyes meet, and holy shit, you must be drunk as hell because what the fuck is Sae Itoshi doing here?

“Sae?” you breathe. Your voice is unsteady — what if you’re wrong, what if he’s someone else? But then he steps into the light, and it is Sae, pretty teal eyes wide as he stares at you.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, glancing around quickly. Grabbing your hand, he gives it a quick squeeze, then clears his throat. There's an unusually serious expression on his face. “Don't get me wrong, y/n, I’m absolutely ecstatic to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?”

“My birthday,” you whisper.

Realization flits across his face, only to be replaced by confusion. “Wait, but Mira–”

“My best friend, apparently.”

“Oh,” he replies, seeming unsure of what to say. “Oh.”

There's an awkward silence before either of you try to speak again.

“So–”

“Uh–”

“You go first,” you venture.

“You,” Sae clears his throat again. “You look, ah, pretty.”

Without your approval, your lips turn up into a smile. He makes it so easy for you to smile.

“You wanna go somewhere else?” he suggests. “I can't be seen with anyone who, you know…” Sae trails off, but you understand.

“Sure.”

Suddenly you're back in high school, fingers intertwined as you sneak away from the crowds to get a little time to yourselves. Just as you're about to round a corner, you hear footsteps approaching, and Sae tugs you into a small room, lit up only by a flickering lightbulb.

The place is cramped, and you find yourself pushed up against him. Your hand rests lightly on his chest, right above his heart, beating erratically, so fast you can’t not feel it. He wishes he could calm down, stop whatever the hell his heart is up to right now. But he can’t exactly control it, can he? So all he can do is hope. Hope that you don’t notice the way his heart spells iloveyous over and over again into the palm of your hand – the very same one that’s held him in a chokehold ever since prom, when he’d decided to indulge in your silly crush. Not that he’d ever cared about it, of course not. He was just bored. And he’s spent the last two years of his life trying to convince himself that he isn’t in love with you, that it’s only ever been a physical attraction. But then his eyes flit down to your neck – he isn’t quite sure why he looks, but it’s surprisingly bare, considering you’re the center of attention today. There’s only a single piece of jewelry adorning it, a simple gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket. Oh. Shit, he is in love with you. Not just that, he’s never been this down bad for anyone, or anything. He’d probably choose you over soccer right now, if you gave him a chance. But you won’t. Not like this, not when he’d hurt you this bad just because of his own emotional immaturity. And knowing you, you’ll probably try to hurt him back first. Revenge. Sae’s breath catches in his throat as you stare up at him, eyes a queer mixture of vulnerability and calculation.

Your head tilts every so slightly to one side as you study his face, yours devoid of any emotion. There’s something different about him, though. Has he started shaving? Maybe it’s the light blush on his cheeks. Maybe it’s the way he looks like he can’t breathe properly, or maybe, just maybe it’s his overly fast heartbeat against his chest, and then against your hand. And maybe it’s all three.

“You’ve gone all soft, Sae Itoshi,” you observe.

If it were any other day, any other person, he’d deny it. But it’s you. So he squeezes your hand on top of his chest with his own, and allows himself to smile. “Only for you, you know.”

“The fuck?” you demand, pulling away, but there’s a sly little grin on your face – you know you've got him wrapped around your finger. You’re still holding his hand – or letting him hold it, you suppose. “You actually missed me?”

“I said I would,” he says. He looks you up and down once, and holy fuck you’re gorgeous. A string of curses runs through his mind; it almost ceases to function at the sight of the fluffy black dress you’re wearing. It’s made up of a glittery black material, and the skirt is a semi-transparent tulle, floating around your legs like wisps of smoke. Even clad in black, a stark contrast to white, the standard color of purity, you’re still so angelic. You’re positively sparkling, like champagne, like sunlight. You’re bright, energy in its purest form. Your smile is contagious under the strong white lights, and still, you’re somehow glowing even brighter. Your presence itself makes him feel lighter than he has in ages. You’re pleasantly intoxicating, like a drink too many on a good night. He’s never done drugs, but he’s confident that he doesn’t need any, not when he’s already high off of the feel of your hand in his. The very sight of you right now is making his mind blank out, setting free butterflies in his stomach, the existence of which he’d never been aware.

And then, fueled by the alcohol in his system, and the way you intoxicate him, his hands find their way to cup your face. This is stupid, he thinks. He's going to fuck it up again. But then again, he'd rather risk things now than never find out how you feel.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurts, childishly. “Can I kiss you?”

You don't respond, grabbing him by the collar again – just like prom night – to press your lips together. After the few seconds it takes for him to process this, one of his hands flies to your waist, pulling you into him even more. The kiss is slow and fervent, unlike any of the ones before. It's full of everything left unsaid over the last few years, heavy with all the emotion that you've been too scared to show all along.

You're the first to pull away, albeit unwillingly. You really don't want to stop kissing him, but you have to breathe, too. Speaking of which – loving Sae is like breathing. It's easy, and natural, and you can't imagine yourself ever not doing it. Even now, you're filled with an overwhelming amount of adoration for him, tangling your fingers in the hairs at the nape of his neck while he presses soft kisses along yours, murmuring breathy promises alongside them.

“I'll come back to Japan,” he whispers. “I'll love you forever, fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back, and it's like a secret that the two of you share, wrapped up within shy smiles and awkward grins and being in love and your intertwined fingers and you being his and him being yours.

And maybe you're smiling giddily just like back then, unsure of what to say as the two of you sneak into Sae’s cabin, and then into his bed. And like before, he's pulling out his own clothes for you to wear, and pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. This time, though, he kisses the nape of your neck, and lets himself whisper three words into the comfortable silence between you two.

“I love you,” he says again, and you smile, pulling his hands up from your waist to kiss them before you say it back, a solemn, reverent whisper for him to hold and to keep.

You lie motionless in his arms, and although he doesn't know whether you're awake or asleep, he starts talking anyways, as he plays with a lock of your hair. “It's always been you, you know. From the start, every day. I was just stupid, but it's always been you, and I love you, and–”

He's cut off by a loud sniffle as you try not to cry, twisting around to kiss him. When you're finally satisfied with how flushed and breathless he is, you let him kiss your tears away too.

Sae hasn't slept this well in years.

The next morning, you pull out your phone to save his – your boyfriend's, you correct yourself triumphantly – number, and that's when you see the singular text from Mira.

Did you like my surprise?

While the text in itself is somewhat creepy, it all makes sense now – of course she would've known, considering she booked the cabins and halls herself. And possibly pulled a few strings too. You really have to thank her later.

Sae is lying with his head on your chest, playing with your necklace again when someone bangs on the door. “Itoshi, wake up! You're running late!”

“I'm busy!” he yells back, not making any preparations to move.

“With what?” demands the person on the other side of the door.

“My girlfriend, fuck off, Aiku!” his lips curve up into a smile as he sees you flush prettily after hearing yourself being referred to as his girlfriend, and he leans forward to kiss your scarlet cheeks with a laugh.

one thing you loved about living in spain was that you could always drive sae to and from football practice in his expensive car.

these late-night drives were undeniably romantic. your fingers would grip the steering wheel as your passenger princess— your boyfriend— rests his hand on your thigh, his fingers lightly rubbing circles on the soft skin. occasionally, he would give a playful pinch, sending shivers up your spine as the cool breeze entered through the open windows and hit your skin.

tonight, however, as you waited at the red light, you decided to blast a song that you knew sae secretly enjoyed listening to. you eyed your boyfriend mischievously, cranking up the volume of the car's sound system to its highest.

sae flinched and turned to you with a raised eyebrow, the slightest hint of embarrassment flickering his eyes, though he wasn't surprised that you had somehow discovered his guilty fondness for this song.

“really?” he asked nonchalantly, gently pinching your lower hip with the hand already resting there. you could barely hear him over the loud music you had blasted on the speakers.

“what?” you replied, feigning innocence as you bit your lip to stifle the giggle that threatened to escape. “you don't like it?”

he rolled his eyes as he shifted his hand from your thigh to your cheek, leaning in towards you slightly. you hesitated, but as you felt your cheeks fill with warmth, you leaned in as well. soon, your lips were slotted together in a tender kiss.

but suddenly, you both were startled and broke the kiss as a horrified voice boomed from the backseat.

“. . . y–you two are disgusting!”

you glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting the gaze of an offended and a literally gagging man.

your fault. you had completely forgotten that you were dropping rin off, too.

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☁️ for u and sae!

:0 thank you for the ask ily nonnie!

☁️ - whats your nighttime routine? is it easy for you guys to fall asleep or does it take awhile? do you have anything you do before bed, like reading or journaling?

we talk about our day together! if he's complaining about teammates or people around him, he lets me play with his hair and litter kisses all over his face (♡︶♡) when i'm having a bad day, he holds me close and caresses my hair!! however sometimes when i cant sleep i doodle and draw sketches of him :0 or i doodle on him, he doesn't mind! what about you, nonnie? ( ´ ▽ ` )

OMG! (olympic muffin greed)

michael kaiser / reader

established relationship, (affectionate) slut shaming as a joke towards michael, michael is down bad

you: <link attached>

you: film and post a mukbang

you: tw emotional

micha!!: ????

micha!!: it's just an ordinary chocolate muffin what

you: bro do you not see the swimmer guy tweaking out over these damn muffins they gotta be good

you: i need you to try them and report back to me

You see Michael's chat bubble alternate between typing and pausing at the bottom of your phone screen. Right as you're about to call him out on his indecisive buffoonery, you get a FaceTime banner and immediately pick up with pure, non-devious intentions.

Michael's face pops up on the screen, a white towel resting on his bare shoulders as wet, messy hair frames his face. Strands of blue and blond get pushed away as Michael drags his hand through his hair.

"Almost two years of dating and I'm still being called 'bro'."

"Hi Micha! Don't complain and don't contact me until you try the Olympic Chocolate Muffins ©"

Michael groans your name in annoyance, barely covering a laugh to your persistence. He sits on his bed and throws a shirt over his head before responding. "You're saying that as if you're not the one that's going to be spam texting me five minutes after we hang up."

"The only reason why you aren't as clingy is because you're a slut and spending all your time on your side pieces."

"A what?! You need to stop calling me that. Just because I'm hot doesn't mean I'm cheating on you. If I was, I would be inviting you to join."

"I'm so desperate, you don't even understand." You groan in frustration, imagining the ooey chocolate chunks melting into freshly baked muffin batter being abandoned by your boyfriend, the pastries crying out for the slightest bit of attention from the number one sexiest soccer player ever (scientifically proven). "I'm so bored without my super amazing cool awesome hot athletic hunk whore of a boyfriend, I miss you and therefore I need you to humor me a little."

"Don't say I don't love you after this."

"Micha what are you going—"

you: michael

you: michael what are you up to

you: michael pls don't kill the entire village

you: hello why did u hang up

you: 2 minutes no michael kaiser i can't hear out of my eyes anymore my blood oxygen levels are rapidly declining i can't do this anymore

micha!!: <image attached>

micha!!: how many do you want me to bring home

you: MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU SWIPE SO MANY IN 3 MINS

you: BRING ALL OF THEM BUT 20 MUFFINS IN YOUR BAG???

micha!!: you wanted them and who am i to deny my kaiser-deprived partner of their wishes

micha!!: and i'm agreeing to your mukbang idea as long as you do it with me

micha!!: going through that by myself is humiliating and i have an image to maintain but you'll make it slightly more entertaining

you: omg this is so romantic

you: i love you <3333

micha!!: i love you too

micha!!: see you soon :)

BF TEXTS W/ THE BLUE LOCK BOYS

ft. kaiser, nagi, isagi, sae, rin, and reo

warnings: suicide jokes (sae and kaiser), jokes about violence (isagi), reader being an instigator (isagi), kaiser backstory spoilers

kaiser, nagi, isagi

sae, rin, reo

GET THEM A PR MANAGER isagi + bachira

late night giggle sesh abt isagi having free will over a twitter account ft. logan paul

NEL ISAGI ⚽️ @isagiyoichi_jpn • 8 hrs

thank you all for the support on tonight's game! i'll be celebrating with my teammates :)

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user 1 @username • 8 hrs

replying to @isagiyoichi_jpn

winning by sucking the refs dick ☠️

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NEL ISAGI ⚽️ @isagiyoichi_jpn • 7 hrs

replying to @username

took one look at your profile and had to down a whole can. dumbass twitter user being too stupid to comprehend my plays is soooooo typical 😂 keep on sucking i'm almost finished 😂😂😂

NEL ISAGI ⚽️ @isagiyoichi_jpn • 5 min

I'd like to formally apologize for my actions earlier. I made a severe and continuous lapse in judgement. I stepped out of line and let hateful, disgusting emotions overtake my judgement. My behavior is not a reflection of my character and my team. I hope to move forward from this situation and work toward being a better person and a better role model for you all. Thank you for the support and please cheer us on at our next game.

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bachira's schizo demon @megurubachira • 5 min

replying to @isagiyoichi_jpn

SLURSAGI BOY WHO ARE U FOOLING LMFAKOLOO DONT ACT LIKE UR ASS WASNT ABT TO CANNIBALIZE THE OTHER TEAMS DEFENSE IM CRYINGGG

bachira's schizo demon @megurubachira • 1 sec

I'd like to formally apologize...

HIT BRAKE! sae itoshi

(Sae needs to practice his goals and you… driving)

~3.8k words, humor, fluff, angst if you grab a magnifying glass, use of soccer instead of football (i have too much pride to do that), theyre so polar opposite they unfortunately come full circle and match each others freak

Sae Itoshi returned to Japan with several new things under his belt:

The ability to speak spanish (although his grammar structure can use some help from time to time)

An insane growth spurt

Probably shell shock syndrome

And the scariest new update to a chronic Resting Bitch Face that you had the displeasure of seeing thrown your way when you accidentally ran over his ball driving home. Maybe this is why most Japanese people rely on public transport instead of using their licenses

TWO was the number of times you had failed your driver’s test. Yes, you could always use the bus or ask your friends for a ride, but college doesn’t start for another few weeks and you’re determined by pure stubbornness to be driver certified before starting school. You think you’re doing pretty good so far: no accidents, no being pulled over, no getting cursed, and no one loudly complaining about your skills (no one has trusted you to drive them). The only thing you had left to master was parallel parking. 

It was a legacy in your family to be horrible at city parking.

One of your earliest memories was in the backseat of a rental car in a foreign country while your mother tried to park on the side of the street, only to get honked at by cars and drive against the flow of vehicles in a one-way zone. 

A bag of groceries lie in the trunk of your car as you drive to your family’s home. Humming along to the song softly playing through the radio, you slow down as you near the residential area, confident that this drive will end without a single thing gone wrong. Without speaking, you jinx your thoughts as you jolt when your car goes over a bump and a loud wheeze follows it. Turning your head to the side, your entire body freezes and your eyes go wide upon seeing the pissed off glare of Sae Itoshi, the infamous Japanese soccer player who just returned from Spain with a sexy tan.

With a shaky hand, you roll down your window and immediately start tumbling over your rushed apologies. You don’t even understand what you’re saying but you hope that Itoshi somehow understands. When he doesn’t react, which is what you expected but it hurts nonetheless, you immediately shut up and tumble out of your car before getting on your knees and seeing what you ran over. 

Your hand reaches and pulls out a deflated soccer ball, the entire thing flat with a large hole on the side from when it got run over by your car. You almost feel inclined to inflate it with the tears that are about to spill out of your eyes but the only realistic and socially acceptable choice was to give it to Itoshi and once again, apologize but with words that he and the average person can understand. 

Itoshi mumbles a “it’s okay” before taking the ball (can you even call it that?) a once-over. “I have more at home, I’ll just throw it out.”

“Holy shit I’m so sorry about that I can buy you a new one just please don’t sue me I can’t afford a good lawyer, I’m in student loan debt.”

“...why would I sue you?” he asks, his face slightly scrunched up in confusion. It’s not much different from his normal expression, just a slight crease of his brows but it makes all the difference.

“I didn’t mean to assume that you’re gonna sue me, please don’t sue me for assuming!” You think that you should begin to pack your bags and take out a loan to move to another country. It would be easier to be a criminal than to deal with a conversation with a guy who multiplies your humiliation. “I just thought that you might get your super prestigious and rich and wealthy and prosperous and exquisitely-copious-in-currency soccer team on my ass ‘cause I ran over one of their balls,” you nervously rambled. Your face heats up at every word and one Itoshi divides into two Itoshis and two Itoshis split into four.

“Are you schizophrenic? I thought you were normal back in middle school,” sixty-eight Itoshis say in unison.

Your body freezes, the now one hundred twenty-eight Itoshis all morphing back into one. “Wait, we went to middle school together?”

“Uh, yeah,” he blinks, this time looking even more awkward than you. “We were in the same class for two years straight and I sat next to you the semester before I left. I think I would remember the kid who slept through each period but still got all the answers right when called on.”

“Oh!” You perk up at the recollection of a scrawny red-haired boy from five years ago, one who would try to not-so-discreetly look at your worksheet answers and peek at your notes during class. “You’re the boy who would always copy off my work. I do remember you!”

“Is that all you remember about me?” If Itoshi were any other person, you’d say he looked uncomfortable but all he did was tilt his head a little more to the left and shift on his feet. 

“I mean, the only reason why you remember me is ‘cause I saved your academics without even knowing. Don’t think I didn’t hear our teacher whispering ‘good job’ to you while returning our tests and how you suddenly moved up in our class rankings.”

“Well you didn’t bother to hide anything when you were snoozing away so whose fault really is it?”

“You were gonna leave for Spain, anyway!” you point out, remembering being pissed off when hearing the reason why your seatmate left was because he was some kind of sport prodigy, basically having his entire future as a star secured at the age of thirteen.

“My parents would’ve killed me and held me by my feet if I flunked.” Itoshi grimaced, kissing his teeth and brushing his hair back as it had fallen over his eyes. His cheeks had returned to its usual color, removing the red flush of running and exhaustion.

“Huh, I guess I should be credited for your success. Spain should thank me.”

“Are we forgetting that I’m the one who plays the sport?” Sae’s voice came out harsher than he intended and cut through the playful atmosphere by the first syllable. His demeanor appeared unchanged but he felt himself tense. 

Conversation had never been strong for Sae, only ever talking when he needed to and the most of his words going to his teammates on the field or his little brother. His success was a sensitive subject whether he liked to admit it or not. Spain served as an eye-opener to the teenage boy, being left in a country where no one looked like you and no one spoke your language. The only thing he could rely on was a translator he barely trusted and the expressions of the people around him. 

When you don’t respond, Sae observes your face, noticing how you began to fidget with your fingers just as you had when you first stepped out of the car. You weren’t his previous coaches; you were just a former classmate who he happened to run into, or rather, you drove into. It was too late to laugh and he felt slightly guilty at freaking out someone that wasn’t his brother, an opponent, or a bothersome news anchor. 

“If you want to repay me for the ball, meet me at the sports store nearby.”

“Sorry, but I don’t really know where you’re talking about,” you sheepishly reply, wanting to sink more into the ground with every word. You decide that talking to athletes is more tiring than playing an actual sport.

“Give me your number, I’ll send you the address.”

You hand him your phone, hoping he doesn’t comment on the horrendously cracked screen protector that you had been telling yourself to replace for months. At the same time, you also want him to notice the small possibility of him offering to buy you a new one, taking advantage of rich people or whatever. “I can pick you up if you don’t mind.”

“Should I trust you to drive me?” he asks, carefully looking between you and your car with his turquoise eyes as if analyzing his opponents on a field, only, this was a residential street and the only other player was a balding middle aged man walking his dog. 

“I mean, you’ll be my first passenger so you can find out for everyone else.”

“If I get into an accident I’ll sue you for real.”

“I’ll try not to, I don’t have a job anymore and I’m going to college soon so even if I do please be merciful I swear I have good intentions.”

“Pick me up tomorrow at 11 and I’ll give you a review,” he decides, handing over his phone with the contact ‘Sae Itoshi’ at the top of your phone and the name of a sports store sent to your conversation. You ponder for a moment about asking for a contact picture but you’d like to stay alive for at least one more day so you bid him farewell and sit back in the driver’s seat, hoping he doesn’t hate your taste in music when you turn the radio back on.

—

The Itoshi residence is rather normal, differing from your expectation of a lavish mansion with fountains and fences of gold, given that Sae was a famous athlete and his younger brother Rin was known throughout the prefecture for being a mini Sae. The previous night when you had just finished brushing your teeth, your phone screen illuminated with the presence of a new notification: a text from the older Itoshi.

>make sure you don’t have anything planned for tomorrow

>i’ll need to try each ball out

>you did this to yourself

>shitty driver

A jolt of pain had struck your pride, crumbling your ego at the realization that he was, unfortunately, right about needing to sacrifice your entire afternoon to babysit a (grown) stranger whom you haven’t talked to in years; those conversations were brief, lacking any substance to consider them actual conversations. For a moment, the thought of bailing on him had crossed your mind, the idea of leaving him stranded at his residence while you enjoyed a night in, marinating before a tumultuous college career seemed insatiably tempting. 

Disaster struck when you Googled Sae Itoshi’s net worth, his bank account leading you right to his front doorstep.

“Don’t get into any car accidents,” Sae told you as he dipped his head down to step into the passenger’s side of your car. You were suddenly struck with a moment of insecurity; a wealthy athlete who could probably buy your family and your ancestor’s mummified corpses is sitting in your car and is probably rich enough to get away with murdering you for having half a particle of dust fall onto his lap.

You realized you zoned out when Sae cleared his throat, blinking a few times at you with an unamused expression and eyebrows furrowed in judgment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, man. Just trying to remember the name of the place you mentioned. It’s a technique I use where if I think really hard in the same place I was when I thought of that thought, that thought I had thought of can reappear in my thoughtless mind.” You aren’t sure if you understand what you’re saying but you think you can get away with spouting bullshit if you use enough hand movements like a person on TedTalk.

“What the actual fuck are you saying?” Sae doesn’t seem to believe you but you’re an innovator—you simplify the problem down to something the average person (underling) can understand. 

“Can you give me the address again..?”

“You’re a freak.”

Sae picks up your phone, which was opened to the navigator app, and quickly typed in the name of the sporting good’s shop he had mentioned the day before. It was a small place, smaller than you would expect a star athlete to go to for equipment but you suppose it makes sense at the same time: less people, less paparazzi, less crazed fans, and a selection of items picked specifically for trained athletes. 

“So, uh, are you gonna make me pay for the ball too ‘cause I’m at least, like, five yen in student loan debt,” you sheepishly ask, hoping Sae can appreciate your humility in being a college student, taking a step forward in life by pursuing a higher education. 

“How cheap are you?” Sae scoffs, letting out a sound that started off as half of a chuckle but ended as a constipated grunt, making him sound like a diseased lab-grown goat that was raised by war-stricken alien society. You think Sae should become an experimental musical artist if soccer doesn’t work out, sorta like a fucked up version of Björk who’s slightly less musically talented and a total cunt instead. 

“I’m not cheap! I’m just curious. I brought my credit card just in case. I’m a responsible adult; this is all for budgeting and logging my payments or whatever else people do to save money.”

“You’re lucky you’re funny,” Sae comments as if it’s the most nonchalant thing in the world. For you though, you almost stepped on the breaks and begged him to repeat what he said. It would have been just another condescending compliment from anyone else but Sae Itoshi is notorious for not humoring anyone in the media and you quickly realized, even those in real life. Before you could doubt your memory, Sae opens his mouth again. “You lucked out on pretty privilege. All the bullshit you say would not slide if it came from any other person. I’m convinced the only social experience you have is talking to a mud wall.”

Any negative statement he had made went through one ear and directly out the other, keeping only the compliments for your brain to process. Without noticing, a giddy smile appeared on your face and to Sae, it was wildly masochistic the way you tolerated his foul personality and even relishing in his attention—no matter good or bad. He could almost pity you, deducing your attitude as a lack of self respect, but you somehow manage to surprise him every time.

“Nah, I think I had a lot of friends. I don’t know if we were actually friends but I knew their names so it’s probably good enough. Speaking of, there was this guy named Kota who I knew when I was seven and he seemed pretty cool until I caught him picking at his feet in the middle of class. Sometimes I wonder how he’s doing and if he’s still collecting foot gunk. But yeah, I think you’re just self projecting with the whole ‘no people, only soccer’ thing and moving to Spain with zero spanish skills. Damn, wait, that’s kinda sad. Shit, now I feel bad,” you take a look at Sae, searching for any sort of discomfort or offense but he simply shrugged. 

“It’s whatever, they all bothered me anyways. I was there to play soccer, not make lifelong friends. It’s not like I’m gonna stay in Spain forever. I’m back in Japan to renew my passport ‘cause I know I’m gonna come back eventually.”

“You’ve already made a name for yourself and you’re making insane money that can last more than a lifetime for the average person once your contract is over. It’s not gonna be long before you get onto the Olympic team for Japan. When you do make it on, you better thank me for making sure you kept on playing by bringing you to buy a replacement for a ball I ran over.”

You drove into a parking lot with two other cars directly in front of the sports shop. The building was in the middle of a small plaza, adjacent to an udon shop and a bar. It was undoubtedly an odd place for a sports shop to be and that might have been what caught Sae’s eye in the first place. In the window display, a tennis racket and a pair of soccer cleats are put on display and on the glass door, countless advertisements for events and brands are taped on, each barely correlating to the others.

Right in the corner of the shop is the checkout where an elderly man sits, scribbling something in a beaten journal. There is a stack of newspapers behind him, every issue marked with highlighted annotations and then neatly folded as if it were untouched. Sae greeted the man and turned to find someone else, this time, being a younger man who appeared to be in his thirties or forties. He gave Sae a warm smile and shook his hand, not as a business partner, but as an acquaintance. 

It’s here that you realize you’ll never be able to see the world the way Sae does. In your car he was just another boy in your neighborhood that you decided to get to know. But to others, he was Sae Itoshi, a prodigy who could conquer the world with just himself and a pair of cleats. Although his eyes are dimmed and his apathy anything but silent, his shine was lost to know one and when he boards a plane back to Spain while you settle into college, you think you’d be content calling him a shooting star.

Sae notices that you stopped following him and turns around in confusion, tilting his head to motion you to follow him. It takes a breath before you put your hands in the pocket of your jacket and tentatively follow him. It wasn’t until you walked into the store that you truly realized how out of place you felt and if it were just you and Sae, you might’ve thought to ask him what everything did. He’d call you a dense fuck and tell you that he plays soccer, that he doesn’t deal with anything else. You had even the smallest bit of shame so you kept your mouth shut and continued to trail after him, stealing glances at the stacked shelves until the employee came to a halt.

Before you was a wall, lined with four shelves of nothing but soccer balls, each decorated with the signatures of different brands and their series’.

“The guy said I can try them out in the back.” Sae tapped your shoulder and grabbed onto the fabric of your jacket, dragging you with him like a pet cat. “They have a lot of empty space there. You can help me carry everything I want to try.”

Agreeing turned out to be a mistake. In your arms you struggled to carry six different balls, with Sae dribbling one between his feet as the owner of the stop unlocked the door to the back where Sae would be testing things out. You felt like an overworked butler from some bad comic and in your head, you imagined yourself as a fainting princess—a damsel in distress being overworked by the evil kingdom in which she is supposed to be respected.

“Stop being dramatic,” Sae sighed, noticing your dejected pout and lost eyes. He could almost pity you if you didn’t look comically pathetic in the moment, almost adorable if he wanted to be slightly sentimental. “You can put them all down now. Just sit here and wait. Take a nap or something, you’ll be fine.”

The lack of standards you have would be an issue to address at a later date because the barely comforting words of the ever eloquent motivational speaker Sae Itoshi had you immediately perking up and cheering for him.

“Go! Go! You got this! Get that goal, ugly!”

“Who are you calling ugly? I could knock you out with this ball, you know. If you want to be supportive, don't be a freak.”

“Are you really gonna disrespect the only fan you have at the moment? What if I tweet about this and get you canceled or some shit?”

“Do you really think I care about that?”

“...no…”

“...”

“...”

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

“Kick that ball, little boy! You’re a prodigy! Number one soccer player in the world! Bend that net over!”

—

By the time Sae had finished shooting several goals and alternating dribbling between them at least five times, the sun had set and your throat was sore from bullshit cheering, half of which were incoherent sounds of moral support. Sae grabbed an unopened box of the ball he had chosen and denied a pump when offered one. When he placed the cardboard packaging onto the checkout table, your wallet was in your hand and ready to check out and pay off your debt to the Itoshi. 

However, you were met with a receipt in your hand instead and a farewell from the owner, bidding you and Sae a happy rest of your day. You quickly turned your head toward Sae, mouth agape as your brain twitched, trying to process if he was fucking with you or not.

“Do you want me to pay you online or write a check or what? Wait, why did you pay? I thought I owed you it? My complaining earlier was all joking. I literally popped your old ball. The least I can do is pay for a new one!” You rant, quickly taking your phone out of your bag to open up your banking app but Sae was quicker to take your hand in his and bring it down to where it was before.

“And I was fucking with you too, dumbass. Or are you too stupid to remember back in the car how I didn’t respond to you asking if you needed to pay? Start listening, will you?”

“I think this is the meanest act of generosity I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not being generous, I’m telling you that you owe me something else.”

“What the fuck?” You’re perplexed by the audacity of this man. You hope his athletic career flops and every brand deal that he has gotten offered drops him. “Are you gonna start charging me an insane amount of interest like a loan shark? Dude, aren’t you rich?”

“I’m not asking for money.”

“Then what is it?”

“Go on a date with me.”

“Are you being for real right now?” You’re still perplexed by the audacity of this man. You’re perplexed by how his words are chosen to form the most foul sentences with sweet meanings. You’re perplexed by how out of all who know him, and all whom he knows, he would take an interest in you. But you’re a selfish person—if Sae Itoshi is offering his beauty and his awful personality to you, then you’ll take it with all your heart. 

You move to Sae’s side, putting everything in your hands into your bag and intertwining your fingers with his, a dumb smile planted on your face. As you skip to the car and swing your hands between the two of you, Sae Itoshi’s grin is highlighted by the golden glow of the setting sun. 

He really can’t wait to come home.

HIIII I just saw your post about your event and thought I'll be silly and request smthing ^_^ ok sooo first time meeting ness ! 😯 (one shot or hc whichever you feel more comfy writing! <3) have a great dayyy (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠) ♪

ACADEMICALLY SMART BUT EXTREMELY STUPID alexis ness

aka. how u meet ness aka academic rivals to lovers but ness dont gaf bc hes just trying to #play #ball

you meet him at quite a young age and share a few things in common

ill fitting school uniforms and the wandering eyes of any child

while you find yourself fascinated by the numbers written on your teacher's chalkboard, ness is folding dinosaurs and stars on pieces of scrap paper, mumbling to himself

you didn't mind him and he didn't mind you

you guys were classmates and that was that

but then middle school came around and you started acting like you had a stick up your ass 24/7 as long as ness was around

like wtf that mf almost never studies why is he at the top of your class...

suddenly you get distracted in classes because you're focused on drawing mini ness figures with fat x's covering his face and devil horns

ness sees this one day after your notebook fell to the ground and at first is like omg!!! cute drawing of me as a fantasy creature but then he was like wait what the fuck why do they have it out for me????

he barely thought about you until then but apparently you've developed a passionate hatred for him just because he scores higher grades

he still has no clue

you are FUMING

so you start studying even more if that's even possible

while you go to your schools library to bust your ass in the textbooks ness goes outside with a ball he managed to shove into his bag and starts kicking it around

ness: :D ball!!!! no school!!! ball :D

you: KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF

after one particularly hard test that you flopped (it was like an 80% be serious) you caved in and asked ness with help studying

he looked at the material and was like man idk it just makes sense

little boy thought you were going to punt him into hell like he does with his football

him, terrified out of his mind and just wanting to go to his football club meeting, sits down and looks at the material

you show him your notes and he quickly explains it but is running late on time

he gives you his number and says hes going to text you help

you went home that day like ???? that dude lied to me he isnt sending me shit ??? before it clicked

he does not text you because he does not have your number... he gave you his number...

so you swallow your pride and shoot him a message, begging for help a second time in the same day and on his end, he laughs at you a little but offers to call

you guys work on the subject for a good couple hours and before you hang up, you offer to study together for future exams because he's admittedly a good teacher

ness is trying to find a way to say "no thanks i don't care about school good luck tho XD ROFL LOLLLLL" but then he realizes that it's going to make his parents trust him a little more

he accepts and you guys go to the library together once a week

he finds that you're actually kind of funny and cool and not just a human bomb that's plotting his death

he tries to be slick about offering to meet more often

"oh... this unit is a lot more difficult than the last one.... you wanna heh.... come back tomorrow? *gulp*"

"ok"

"WOOOO"

one day ness told you he was going to try out for bastard munchen and you somewhat knew of them because of ness going on tangents about football

you supported him on it, not realizing it would cut down your weekly meetings

suddenly there was an alexis-shaped-hole in your chest but you didn't want to admit it to him

and for alexis, there was a you-shaped-hole in his chest that he tried to fill by training with kaiser and the rest of bastard munchen

yes, the team was filled with dicks, but none of them had the same foul personality you had!!

texts dvery day checking up on each other but it was nothing like hanging out in person

calls were better but still not the same

as soon as he heard about his first off day, he called you and asked to hang out

you tried to be nonchalant about it but who were you kidding both of you guys wanted to see each other again

although the directions of life the two of you were headed towards were almost polar opposites, being reunited at a stupid library table for the first time in months was all that mattered

hi hello can anyone write a fanfic about my mihya aka michael kaiser based off the song: dress by taylor swift please please please 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 (it can be fluff smut idc i just need someone to feed me with this)

┊RED LINER┊˚✧

┊ONE SHOT┊MICHAEL KAISER X GN!READER┊

words: 596

unrequested

additional/warnings: ooc(?), cringe, swearing, lots of bickering, Kaiser

erm I think I like Kaiser

I'll work on my blog soon trust (me when I lie)

Sometimes, you really want to throw Kaiser across the room.

“You’re doing it wrong,” his words made you want to mess up on purpose, just so you could hopefully aggravate and annoy the star striker in front of you. 

“Shut up, Kaiser. Stay still,” you murmur under your breath, focusing on the task at hand. You suggested doing the eyeliner shit he regularly wears, all because you were bored without anything to do. Kaiser's reaction? Be an uncooperative ass, even when you offered so graciously to do something for him.

Red ink smoothly flowed out of the eyeliner as you carefully filled in the line. The blond had his eyes closed, head tilted up by your hand while you sat on the surface of the sink's counter. Kaiser didn't know what possessed him to let you do this, but to be honest, he'd let you do whatever if it serves him— as he thinks. It's not an excuse, because that's just pathetic.

You finished the second wing, leaning back to see if it looked even and good enough. Kaiser didn't miss that chance to tilt his head, looking at his reflection in the mirror. And, of course, he had to point out the flaws. “It’s not even,” he points out, stating the not very obvious.

The way you were holding back the urge to smack him in the head should be awarded. “What do you mean? It is. You should get your eyes checked,” you retorted, watching him scrunch up his face and look at you like you just ruined his face. He seemed to always do that. You could almost say he resembled some grumpy cat with the way his expressions look.

“You get your eyes checked,” Kaiser rolled his eyes. “Mine are perfectly alright. Meanwhile, you seem to not notice the minor details. You're really shitty at this,” he complained. Suddenly, you get the urge to remove the translator device in your ear, just so you could stop having to understand his ranting. Maybe you should. Hopefully it irks him.

You gave him a look. It was something between ‘I-regret-doing-this-for-you’ and ‘stop-complaining-you-bastard’. There was a click when you capped the liner, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom, filling up the small glimpse of silence after he spoke. “You know, maybe I should've messed up your liner on purpose.”

“Wow,” he replied, taking the red eyeliner back from you. “What, are you that mad you're bad at this? And, to be honest, I can pull off even your shitty, uneven attempts at doing eyeliner,” there he goes again, always preening like a damn peacock. Shit always flaunts whenever he can get to do so. What makes it worse is that he's actually attractive. 

That's it. You take off the translator provided by Mikage corps, placing the jet black bud on the marble counter. Kaiser raised an eyebrow, picking up on what you just did. Ah, the peace of being able to ignore him. He was frowning. Cute. You should mess with him some more from now on.

“Arschloch,” Kaiser curses you out, while you're blissfully ignoring what he's saying. This is so fun. You can choose not to understand a single shit he's saying right now! 

You point a finger at your ear, not being able to hide the grin etching into your face. “I can't understand you,” you point out, getting an ounce of satisfaction when he rolled his eyes. 

You’re starting to think you should mess around with him even more.

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𓆩⚝𓆪 How they comfort you — Blue Lock boys

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Featuring: Rin, Sae, Reo, Nagi, Kaiser

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: this is my first time writing for Kaiser, so I'm sorry if he's ooc!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader, fluff, comfort (obviously)

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: sorry guys, I was sad so I wrote comfort about my favorite sploinkles <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi

╰┈➤He genuinely does not know what to do, but he wants to help in anyway he can.

╰┈➤He’ll literally do anything you need him to do, whether it be leave you alone or just come hold you to make you feel better.

╰┈➤Don't worry about any chores, like making dinner or cleaning, he'll take over. He simply wants you to relax.

╰┈➤Rin will also hold you close and whisper words of comfort, though he might be embarrassed.

╰┈➤He also would put on a movie or something so you have something else to focus on.

╰┈➤He’ll try to get you to talk about it, although he may come across as pushy. Just remind him.

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi

╰┈➤I feel like he's very similar to Rin, but he knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

╰┈➤He believes that the way to make you feel better is to simply be there, as usually he finds your presence comforting and wants to do the same for you.

╰┈➤Sae would help you forget all about your responsibilities or anything coming up that may cause you stress.

╰┈➤Like Rin, Sae would also hold you close and whisper words of comfort. He would hold your hand and let your head rest on his shoulder until you feel better.

╰┈➤He really wants you to talk about it, to give him some kind of reason to talk about it, but, he'll never pressure you into talking to him.

╰┈➤He’s ready and willing to give you as much time as you need <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage

╰┈➤Reo is legitimately trying not to cry himself, because he absolutely despises seeing you like this, he just wants you to be happy and healthy.

╰┈➤He will literally do anything you ask. Want him to drop everything to come hold you, kiss you, and make you feel better? He will. Want him to go away and give you some alone time? Reluctantly, he will.

╰┈➤Another thing he'll think to do is treat you, to anything you might want. He'll take you out to dinner, buy you some grand cake, anything.

╰┈➤If you want to talk about it, he will listen, and listen so intently. If something work or school related is stressing you out, he'll do whatever he can to get that stress off your shoulders. If someone is bothering you, Reo will destroy their reputation, just give him the word.

-ˏˋ⋆ Seishiro Nagi

╰┈➤I would like to think his first thought is to get your mind off of it by holding you close while you game together.

╰┈➤He’ll cuddle you and ask you about your day, and if you don't want to talk about it, he won't ask again. He'll wait for you to talk to him first.

╰┈➤If you're crying he'll direct his attention to you and hold you. He’ll quietly shush you and stroke your back, being careful when choosing his words.

╰┈➤He would play some kind of game that he knows you like so that way you can have a good time and get your mind off of the problem.

╰┈➤To Nagi, there's no better coping mechanism than distraction and enjoyment.

-ˏˋ⋆ Michael Kaiser

╰┈➤Immediately you're pulled into his lap, or just really close to him, and he’ll hold you there until you feel better. He’s dedicating all of his attention to you, all of his thoughts, everything. He kisses your face and rubs your back, doing whatever you need.

╰┈➤He might get a little pushy when trying to get you to talk about it, but if you're really insistent on him leaving you alone, he will.

╰┈➤If you want some alone time, he’ll be anxiously awaiting the moment when you call him back to you, so he can hold you and kiss your worries away.

╰┈➤For once, he won’t tease you or be his usual cheeky self. He’ll sit with you until you feel like talking, or moving, or anything. He’s genuinely concerned.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Taglist (ask 2 be added): @mariaace (everyone <3)

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Chigiri dating headcanons

A/n:Listen guys i have no motivation to write😭i am sorry i know i have two more reqs I'll do it i promise 🫶🏻

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type:headcanons Pairing:Chigiri

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BLUE LOCK FAV BOY🔐🔐

Dating Chigiri Hyoma... sounds like a dream😭

You are the only one allowed to touch his hair, braid it, or play with it in general. No one else.

Please praise this boy for his ability 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 The boy deserves it (and he loves it, but would never tell you that or ask you to do it). Like a lot of people underestimate it and he just loves it so much when you compliment him because of it.

Speaking of compliments. This is one of the most important things in the relationship with him. And i talk about both sides, he gives you compliments really often and he loves recieving from you. Like just a simple "you're pretty/handsome" is enough, but it still matters

Skincare evenings!! Or like i like to call them care take afterday☺️. It doesn't matter if it's gonna be at your house or his it's just a must. If you don't like skincare... He'll make you do it<3 respectfully ofc!

He will melt if you show interested in his football career!! Like if gou play football?? Man will want to play with you aaaaaall the time. Even if you don't though, if you show like the slight interest in his training, come to watch some of his games, listen to how his training went, he will be so grateful<333

If you have long hair or just if you tie your hair sometimes, he'll ask you to take one of your hair ties and wear it during games so it could bring him luck. If you have short hair (matching♡) he will give you his hair tie for you to wear around your wrist!! Please have some hair ties with you most of the time he needs them🤣🫶🏻

I highly believe that Chigiri (and maybe Kunigami) would have your initials on his cleats. Like i said- it brings him luck!! You're his lucky charm❤️‍🔥

"I saw this and it reminded me of you" typa guy🙏🏻🙏🏻

Floweeeeers!!! He loves to give you flowers. I honestly can't explain why. He just seems like that guy. He would be a blushing mess if when you meet you are the one giving him flowers. (Please do it at least one time🙏🏻)

He has a sister so after quite some time you start dating he would like you to meet her. And i am sure you two will get along pretty easy🫶🏻

Study sleepovers that end up with you cuddling or you braiding his hair.

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ━━━ blue lock | Pt: 2

❀ Relationships: Bllk x gn! Reader.

❀ Characters: Nagi - barou - chigiri - bachira

❀ Notes: I don't like this ngl lmfao, anyways lmk who yall want me to do next :) <33

❀ >>> LINK TO FIRST PART <<<

━━━ 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ₓ˚. ୭

☆ Nagi Seishiro : quality time, physical touch.

Nagi's not the most talkative person out there—not that he has the energy to do so— and even more so when it comes to vocalizing his affection for you. Though what he lacks in verbal expression, he more than makes up for in action. Specifically physical touch, because Seishiro dosen't believe in something called personal space with someone he loves. That boy is a natural cuddle bug when it comes to you, always clinging to you like second skin and craving hugs, kisses, cuddles and piggyback rides from the person he loves and cherishes. Your time with him was often spent with your hands carding through his hair as he laid on your lap or chest, playing on his switch, no words being exchanged as you two simply basked in each other's presence.

☆ Barou Shouei : Acts of service.

Barou is a very dotting and caring boyfriend, and much like nagi, he may not be vocal about his love for you, so he tends to make up for it with his actions, all without expecting anything in return. On days when you're swamped with work, he makes it his duty to ease your stress, by dropping by your house and taking care of all the chores that need to be done, such as cleaning and getting groceries, etc. He's also a great cook, so he makes sure that you come home to a healthy nutritious meal and once you're done he will run you a bath with your favorite candles and essential oils and help you wash up, before carrying you to bed and cuddling you until sunrise.

☆ Chigiri Hyoma: quality time, physical touch.

Chigiri was your bestfriend as much as he was your boyfriend, he often spends his rest days at your house testing out a bunch of care products aryu recommends to him, doing each other's skin & hair care, painting each other's nails, etc. He's also clingy AS HELL despite him always denying that fact. The majority of your time was spent with you guys cuddled up on the couch, him laying on your chest as your fingers threaded through his hair while watching a movie of your choice, he's always in need of having some sort of physical contact with you, (slinging his arm over your shoulder, leaning on you, hugging you from behind, getting piggybacks from you when his knee starts to ache, even tho it's just him pretending most of the time <3)

☆ Bachira Meguru: gift-giving, physical touch.

He's definitely the type to pick up rocks from the ground and gush about how they look like his favourite animals before shoving them in your pocket. He learnt how to crochet from his mom, so he's always spoiling you with adorable scarfs n beanies, and he flashes you a bashful smile whenever he sees you wearing them. He makes sure that the vase in your house is never empty with the amount of flowers he brings over (he thinks it's disrespectful to visit you empty handed). He's also a very skilled artist, you have a whole wall in your room for the paintings he brings over now and then. He's also a sucker for physical touch, he craves kisses and cuddles from you non-stop.

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Can you write dating headcanons for Bachira,plsssss bestieee🥺🥺😗😗😗

A/n:that little monster, he's so cute I can't-

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type: headcanons

Anime:blue lock Pairing:Bachira

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Mhhhh >< finally writing for a bllk boy again

Bachira is outgoing and loves to maks friend so for you to get close wouldn't be much of a surprise.

He realised his feelings fats enough and probably went to ask his mother about it, then confessed to you right away.

If you are crazy like him- then save the people around you, because you'll be crashing amd slaying. If you aren't you'll be the one to like yk calm him down

Showings off his football skills is a love language (i create new love languages every time i write). Like not in a bad way, just in a way that you can actually seem interested and impressed by what he is doing

Telling you about the monster in his head. Like so casual like it's nothing, but you would listen to him, wouldn't you?

Introduces you to his mother and Isagi right away, because he wants people to know you are dating and especially the more important people in his life like them

When you go to his matches he knows that he is already winning. He saw you in the crowds? Yup, the match is gonna go good, you are his lucky charm after all

Trying new things with him every day. To see if one you like you, why, why not? Every time after you two went out to try something new you go to one of eachother's house and start discussing it

Tying his hair in different hairstyles is sooo fin for him. Like you get to be closed to him, listening or talking and playing with his hair? Singh him up right away.

PDA? Absolutely. Clinging onto you, jumping, hugging you, kissing you all over your face. There are no boundaries if you are in public or not, he isn't embarrassed to show affection in public

Sharing food is a daily thing. You probably have some shared foods you like and sharing them is way more fun for Bachira than buying two for both of you. The pocky you bought while you were waiting him to finish practice? Now you are doing the pocky game. The shake he ordered while you were out and wanted to try? Now it has two straws.

Teaches you football if you are okay with it. Doesn't matter if you are good, bad or in between. If you are good at it you two will have little games one on one. If you are in between he'll teach you all the things he knows and if you are bad? Well that will be just so much fun for him amd you, you have no idea.

Putting make up on him, because he asked. Doing all the couple trends you saw on tik tok, because it's fun. Going around his house and looking at his mother's paintings. You will never feel bored with him, trust me.

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Can you write dating headcanons for Isagi🫡😗

A/n: Wohoo it's so late when I'm writing this so please spare me.🙏🏻🙏🏻 I hope you like this bestie

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type: headcanons

Anime:blue lock Pairing:Isagi

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Okay last one for today ><

Isagi is such a sweet boyfriend. Like this guy would be such a big simp before and while the relationship for you it would feel illegal, but he does it in the most cute way possible.

Like Bachira he would introduce you to his mom right away. Like he talked about you so much to her before you two got together, of course he will show you off right away??

Picking you up and spinning you every time he sees you. Doesn't matter what, even if he is tired from football training.

Speaking of football. You'd be his biggest supporter. Like cheering for him in games, stopping him from overworking, helping him out. You are always there

The guy is new to relationships so he may be a little flustered at first about yk going on dates, kissing etc., but don't worry he'll warm up way more after some time

PDA is so neutral to him like, yeah he'll kiss you in public if you want, yeah he'll hug you, yeah he'll hold your hand?

Speaking of holding hands. He is the type of guy to interlock your pinkies together, because he thinks it's adorable.

After football training he is almost always tired, so what he needs is to just drop himself onto you. Like you lying on a bed and his head being layed on your stomach, hands wrapped around you and you play with his hair. He could fall asleep for a second like this

Get him matching bracelets and he'll melt. Won't take it off at all unless when he is at trainings. He wears it proudly

Dates are mostly cliché dates, but sooo cute. Like having picnic in the park, stargazing, cafe date etc.

Please, please, please ask him to do eyeliner on him, because he would agree and i know he would look good in it. Amd since you're dating him pls ask him and sent me a picture

Playing with your hair calms him down, anything to do with you basically calma him down. Just you speaking can calm him down

As a love language i see him having quality time and words of information. Like compliments are a must and spending time with you is soo important to him.

Open to try new things like in general for dates when it's with you. If you are interested in something tell him right away. He'll love to discuss it with you!

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Can you write dating headcanons for Niko😗

A/n:another blue lock yayy!! I love this sweetheart soo muchh omg. Also this is shorter than the rest

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type:headcanons

Anime:blue lock Pairing:Niko Ikki

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Let's start with this sweetheart

First. Just like Isagi this guy is new to relationships and will probably get frustrated on every second thing you do. But don't worry he'll grow comfortable just give him some time

As a love language i see this guy having quality time and probably physical touch, because of his trainings his time is limited, but he always makes for you. And physical touch? He likes to be close to you in general

He is totally okay with PDA, but would probably blush every time you initiate something or he does.

Now you're the only one who he allows to see him more with his bangs up. His eyes are oh sooo beautiful amd you're the only one who can get to see them for longer (you lucky)

Biggest supporter. Like in everything. You support his football career, right? Of course he'll support you in every single things you. You two are always hyping up each other when something happens

Long amd silent hugs just in the middle of nowhere. You don't have to be cuddling or anything, just when he sees you he'll give you a looooong hug

Also this guy remembers. Like if you said what your favourite flower was, like four months later he'll buy them and left them with a note. When you said you wanted to go somewhere, he'll see when he doesn't have training and take you there right ahead

Boy i feel like he convenience to much at football and he is not very good at school 🥲 don't blame me okay? It's just a feeling. So help him out with school please🙏🏻

Pinky hand holding is his type of hand holding, because he feels shy to ask for the others, but if you prefer different one go right ahead

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Can you write dating headcanons for Reo😌

A/n:Pls send me more bllk reqs (especially with Rin) pls pls pls

Warnings:none Genre:fluff Type:headcanons

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Wohoo Reo.

You two were probably best friends before you two got together, because he has to trust you a lot in order to date you. But don't worry for the time he knew you, you are absolutely amazing and he makes sure to shows you that

Love language is gift giving (what a surprise), words of information, quality time- honesty this guy has all of them. Lmao. He loves complimenting you, because you are just so perfect in his eyes how can he not?

Quality timez because he doesn't have a lot of time of football, but wants to be with you all the free time he has

Physical touch is like a must. Just hugging him, holding his hand, kissing him-everything makes him fold in the place

Act of service, because he loves doing anything for you. You're his baby, of course he'll do anything you ask him to?

And finally - GIFT GIVING. This man's gogot money okay? You look at something and it's already yours. Yes, sometimes you tell him to stop it, because he doesn't have to. But every time you get the same response - "But i want to!"

Big fan of PDA. Like of course he'll show to everyone you're his? You're standing there so perfectly right next to him. He will show off, because no one else has the perfect partner as him.

As much as rich this guy is, he is also a very cliché guy. So your dates would be the type of picnic dates, amusement parks, etc

You wear his jersey? He has fallen in love with you all over again.

His parents wanted immediately to meet you. So he introduced you. Both of them would you, trust me. If you're interested in modeling and photoshoots for their company they're already planning your guys' marriage.

Helping him out after training, because he is oh so tired or sometimes not. Listen he really is a lot tired after practice, but sometimes he just acts like it, in order for you, to take care of him.

He always gives you flowers "because they're pretty like you"

That guy would take you anywhere whenever you want. Excluding his football trainings

Your support is the most important for him. If you are there to support him, he feels like he can do anything

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Just imagine Rin with a foreigner partner, who loves to ask questions about Japanese culture, food and clothes. He always loves to stay late at night with you, with you asking different questions and him reading to you in Japanese. And every time you go at one of his matches and his teammates surround you, he gets annoyed, because neither of them can speak English to speak properly to you, neither are you okay with them suffocating you and the most important thing. He doesn't like them surrounding you like they gonna jump on you every second, so when he was starts speaking to you in English the whole team is shocked and especially Bachira, who wants to know more about you, until he receives a kick from Rin.

I don't know where that came from><

Hiii,bestie♡♡♡♡. Can you write dating headcanons for our baby Kaiser? Plssss🥺🥺

A/n:deep breaths in and out...okay let's do it

Warnings:meantions of abuse Genre:fluff Type:headcanons

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Soooo Kaiser

I don't have a lot to say here, but i also have a lot lmao

I'll start with the basics

Love language would be physical touch for giving and receiving, because he never got much affection growing up so he wants to make it up for the loss

He loves receiving compliments and spending time with you. Again it heals his inner child and it really makes him feels better about himself. He, of course would also give you compliments, because "you are perfect" in his opinion

If you have a good relationship with your parents would totally want to meet them. Like would be rushing to do that. Don't blame him please

He always loves when you talk about your hobbies and what you're good at whether that be a sport, something you do at home or something like collecting and exploring, and would ALWAYS want you to teach him too

He might not understand things the first time, but he'll catch up on it pretty quickly i promise you

If you do play football however half of the time you spend together will be on the court, not always playing, but it's a fun time for both of you

Would a hundred percent ask you to get matching tattoos. It's like, he would want to get it in a visible place like his arm, legs or neck so people could see it. And ever more if it's your first tattoo, he would freak out, because the first one you are getting is with him

Kaiser always looks at the crowd scanning for you before his match starts. Like he needs to now where to look and point when he scores a goal you know?

Wear his jersey. Please. I feel like every single one blue lock boy would totally go insane if you actually do (some just won't really show it)

You have his permission to dye the ends of his hair. Speaking of that. He loves when you play with his hair, but like when you are sitting on the edge of the bed and he is sat between your legs with his back facing you

Would do tik tok trends with you (I'm looking at you ribbon trend) like the boy will ask, no no BEG you to do some of them

Also jokes are a must, like allllllll the time. Unless some of you is feeling down and isn't in the mood for them ofc, but otherwise he would always make you smile

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@kaiserkisser - i need youe person opinion on this🙏🏻