michaforjie

[michaforjie]

if you could describe kaiser in two words you would be forced to use the words mean and conniving, if you even dared to speak any bad about him that is. you darent even have a bad thought about him recently though, because he’s been ignoring you. he was so nice before? what happened? why doesn’t he like you anymore? is he too scared to break up? what’s going on?

kaiser can guess your thought process exactly, it’s funny really. funny how predictable and dense you are; it’s fine though. he doesn’t care, he likes you this way, panicky and anxious that he doesn’t like you anymore. he likes you a lot, that’s why he’s doing this, you know? after all, relationships don’t work for him unless he plays a little dirty with the other. manipulation is a staple of any relationship actually, or any sort of abuse. no one stays without toxicity, that’s not the way of the world. not the way of his world - and as far as he’s concerned, his world morphs into your world. when you choose to date him you unknowingly choose to abide by the laws of life he lived and continues to live by.

i mean, it’s not like he wants to ignore you (he does), it’s not like he wants to see how disgustingly despair filled you are every time he brushes you off like you’re nothing more than a stranger to him (he does), it’s not like he has a choice in any of this, he has to manipulate you, it’s just how life works (it’s not). if you were half as intellectual as he is, you would realise what he’s doing, but he thinks you should be thankful. thankful that he’s putting in this effort and going to these lengths just to ensure you won’t leave him anytime soon. he just loves you too much to let you go now. he let himself get attached to you, so this is your punishment. human emotions and attachments are the bane of his very existence, he hates them. he doesn’t like being so dependant on someone else, doesn’t like the way you affect him and his mood, hates feeling loved and hates knowing he has to give love in return; it’s difficult to learn after everything he’s experienced in life. this is your punishment for getting him so entranced with you. deal with it now, if you wanna date him this is what you get.

he’s a pretentious man, he won’t even label emotions as, well, just that: emotions. he labels them human emotions. he really thinks he’s way above them, knows himself as a god. but then again; it’s the opposite. he’s a subhuman piece of shit. what a complicated mind; any psychology student, therapist or simply just psychology interested freak would have a field day with him. but here he is instead with you. punishing you with his indifference for engraving yourself so deeply within his soul.

poor you, when he dismisses you the last time and goes to leave the house you break and cry. you cry like a baby, and he almost feels bad. only almost, not quite there yet, the face you make when you cry is quite beautiful, isn’t it? why does he do this to you? if he leaves you will he even come back? you can’t take it and you can’t risk it.

when kaiser feels you tug on his arm and hears your crying he smirks to himself before turning around. you’re easy; far too easy. he won. he turns around and stares at you, a stare so hard you swear it pierces right through you like a blade. “come on, d-don’t leave me-“ you somehow manage to sputter out between your arousing sobs. only a sicko like him could find something like this arousing, gross. his mask of nonchalance never slips though, what a crazy man he is, able to control and maintain everything; even his stimuli. control for the most part anyway. “hm?” he doesn’t even bother to give you a real worded answer, you’re not worth it are you?

kaiser is awfully good at mind games, he knows it, he’s enjoying playing with you. messing with your head, it’s even funner when he knows exactly what you’re thinking. you’re in shambles, to say the very least. all you can see in his eyes is contempt towards you. why is he leaving you? you don’t want that, is leaving you really so simple? so easy? such a mundane and effortless task? are you that unimportant he can disregard you and treat you like this without a second thought? is it because other girls are better? they have a knack for something that you just quite never grasped? how is that fair? he’s your whole world, hell you’re struggling right now with him being cold towards you for, in retrospect, a short amount of time. and he is yet to even bat an eyelash at the mistreatment he’s giving you.

his tone is brimming with derision when he opens his mouth next; “what are you talking about? dumb girl?” you feel so embarrassed, what does he mean? no, maybe he’s testing you, it’s a test isn’t it? to see if you’ll beg? you will, you would, you can, you’re going to, you’d do everything to ensure he stays. even if it’s degrading. dehumanising. even if anyone who found out how hard you begged for his love and affection would be disgusted with your desperation and drop you. you would do anything. “j-jus’ don’t leave me micha- i-i don’t even know what i did- please-“ you beg. and you plead. you’re so cute when you’re this desperate, playing right into his hands like putty. you’re priceless, adorable really. he has to put effort in to hide the smirk that wants to show on his face so badly. but then you say something that he’s heard a million times before. he’s heard you say it before too. but right now it pisses him off and makes him sick. makes him angry when you choke out through your tears a weak declaration of love.

“i l-love you-“ he hates it. he’s heard it so many times, from fans and empty headed fangirls, from you as well. but right now it makes him want to vomit. he’s angry, doesn’t know how to react to it in this situation. and it shows on his face. shows in his actions when he grabs you so roughly and smashes his lips into yours. when he pulls away, he’s looking into your eyes so deeply. you’re an idiot, you should know what loving him entails. he thinks you should shut your mouth. your admission made him feel guilty. god he wishes you’d just shut the fuck up; but his eyes are telling you differently. silently pleading for something he’s never allowed himself to want. and you can tell too, stupid as you are, you’re somehow able to read what he desires in the moment from his eyes alone. “micha i l-love you” you sputter out again. he licks his lips as he watches a tear roll down your cheek and feels his insides churn, flutter, disintegrate and whatever else as you confess to him again.

it’s rare, that he feels this way i mean, totally and utterly rare. he feels sickened at your words. filled with guilt. you really love him and he really loves you too, he can’t fathom why he insists on treating you in this way. he really can’t. and he can’t fathom why he feels so much guilt over it, because everything he does is for himself. he’s a self indulgent man; that’s why he’s even more confused when he instinctively reaches out to wipe a tear running down your cheek away. he lives for himself and to make himself feel alive, tending to you doesn’t exactly fit into the equation most of the time, so he’s not sure why is body is subconsciously moving to aid you. he’s not sure why he’s suddenly aching to comfort you. he’s not sure why he’s reconsidering what he did by now. manipulating isn’t nice, only an idiot doesn’t know that, and he’s no idiot. he’s one of the smartest people you’ll ever meet in your life.

and you, sweet you, you’re hardly a victim of this anymore. you’re letting it happen, sitting and letting him do whatever he wishes with you. you’re as disgusting as he is in a way. he might have you wrapped around his thumb; he might be a master of manipulation, but you’ve had so many chances to leave yet you haven’t. because you’re dumb deep down. dumber than what he takes you for. as he dotes on you in a manner that he perceives is against his free will, you instantly feel at ease and better. you forget everything bad he just did to you. forget the weeks you spent having to play guessing games to work out why he’s suddenly giving you the icy cold treatment, you give in to his whims and relish in the attention he’s suddenly showering you in. it’s not that you’re entirely lacking in self awareness, no, quite the opposite actually. you’re just convinced he’s not all that bad, that deep down he’s not mean at all, he’s not evil to the core. and as much as even he would like that to be true, he knows it’s not. he had a rough start in life, a rough childhood, a rough few years. he’s never had it easy - but he can’t pretend that he hasn’t had any chances to change.

as he strokes your hair and feels you lean into his touch, he ponders all of the opportunities handed to him on a platter to rebuild himself into something better. remembers how all he’s ever wanted is to be loved, yet he pushes away or straight up abuses the ones who adore him the most. in a weird self loathing way, but also a display of superiority, to show how everyone around him is disposable, how important he is compared to everybody else. he’s convinced he’s evil down to the very blood courses through him, every cell in his body, and you’re convinced he’s not bad at all. that this is all some weird ploy. you’re not entirely sure, you just don’t want to believe he’s mean.

neither of you are wrong. he’s not as kindhearted as you’d like to believe he is and he’s not as cruel as he hates believing he is. the truth is that you’ve rubbed off on each other deeply. that your empathy and grace has moved him and shaped his person into something new entirely, and how his narcissistic tendencies and manipulative nature have made you more susceptible to his, well, his something. malice? shenanigans? there’s simply not a word in english to describe this man. whatever goes on in the brain of michael kaiser is complicated.

and as he holds you, rubs his hand up and down your back as he finds himself holding you so tightly, he realises he almost regrets ignoring you for all of that time. making you believe he really doesn’t love you anymore when he really loves you more than anything in the world. only almost though, because he enjoys having you like this. vulnerable and cute in his lap, longing for his attention. his beloved girl, only for him, all his. he knows it’s wrong but he has to keep doing what he’s doing to you. needs to keep up the cycle of nonstop manipulation, or you might leave. he doesn’t want you to become self aware and leave him.

and as you listen to his heartbeat whilst leaning your head against his toned chest, feeling some of his hair fall atop your head, you feel content. even if you’re self aware already, even though you know it’s so disturbing and messed up to even feel anything except contempt about this dynamic, you feel at peace. you and kaiser deserve each other after all, you’re just too stupid to realise it. kaiser remembers your earlier affections, the ones he left unreturned. you’re an idiot, he thinks. saying you love him, it has dark connotations. it doesn’t bestow anything but misfortune upon you, but you say it anyway. “meine geliebte, i love you so much” he whispers into your ear, nipping at it. he can feel his heart beating against your soft cheek. he lets out a sigh of relief he didn’t even know he was holding in. he feels tranquil too. this and soccer, this and hurting others, this and hurting you; this is what makes him feel alive. he feels alive. he knows he’s alive.

“love you too micha” you confess back, not like it’s much of a confession anyway, nor a secret. and as he strokes your hair gently and kisses your forehead, gives you these small gestures of love and tenderness in a rare moment of uncharacteristic softness, does these things for you as you confess back; he knows he’s alive.

he knows he’s alive because his heartbeat sped up a bit and he feels tingly inside. because of your words and your devote to him. he wonders if this is how you feel too. being gentle isn’t all so bad, but don’t get used to it.

you know not to get used to it, but even you can’t help but to fantasise about being a normal couple with kaiser.

not that either of you mind this, though. you thrive on the toxicity and uncertainty this dynamic provides, as twisted as it is. and at least you love each other. at least you’re pampered and provided with attention. at least kaiser found someone that makes him feel really and truly alive. someone he knows he can ensure won’t leave.

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I just know that his parents probably beat each other up when they see his face (they're not seeing each other neither him) because this child is unwanted.

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play with me ‹𝟹 nagi seishiro

˚₊· ��͟͞͞➳❥ in which nagi seishiro finally manages to get you to play his video games with him.

ׂ╰┈➤ suggestive, nagi being unintentionally cute

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ swinging open the door to your boyfriend’s apartment, you entered with a content sigh, shutting the door behind you and placing your tote bag down. after hanging out with your friends you’d promised your pouty white haired boyfriend you’d come over right after.

for all nagi’s supposed laziness, he actually adored your company and presence like no other. it was the little things he did. carrying you on his back the moment you said you were tired, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands holding your thighs. it was the way he liked helping you with your hair and weaving all sorts of bows into it before an event. what was super uncharacteristic however, is how he actually liked doing activities with you. whether that was baking cookies, taking you shopping or even going on dates with you (reo had been shocked to hear that nagi willingly participated in all these).

“seishiro!” you called, as if luring a kitten out of hiding. you blinked when he didn’t reveal himself, per usual. “sei?”

yet he was nowhere to be found in his living room or kitchen at all.

that meant only one thing and one thing only.

walking past his kitchen and living room, you approached the door to his room which was already halfway open. you poked your head inside his room, currently illuminated with the faint glow of his soft pink and lavender led lights. of course, there he was. leaning forward in his monochrome gaming chair in front of his pc with his white headphones on top of his soft hair with his fingers moving incredibly fast on his bedazzled console.

“hi, sei.” you said, a soft smile on your lips.

somehow, he always managed to hear you despite the headphones he wore. “hi, angel.”

he didn’t turn to look at you however, his eyes glued to the screen and his fingers tapping furiously on the controls of the console.

this also meant only one thing. “oh, you’re gaming. ranked?”

“mhm.” he hummed.

see, you didn’t mind nagi’s gaming addiction. you actually didn’t mind watching him game either, just the same as you didn’t mind watching his soccer games and practices. you actually loved it. seeing him so intense and focused on something was fascinating. the nagi seishiro putting in a lot of effort into something was always a sight to behold.

however, when he played his ranked games it was nearly impossible to get him off the game. really, it was.

you sighed, smoothing your baby pink skirt out. “i thought we’d be hanging out but that’s fine.”

you’d entertain yourself in other ways while he played. you began thinking about what you could bake in the meantime, just about to turn to head to the kitchen when nagi spoke.

“play with me.” nagi said, eyes still glued to his screen.

this wasn’t the first time he’d asked you this of course. nagi, believe it or not, was clingy. he was always touching you, following you around like a lost puppy and even talking about you constantly (reo was also shocked by how much he talked about you since nagi claimed using his voice and opening his mouth was a hassle). so it was only natural for him to want to spend time with you doing his favourite (only) hobby.

however, you were terrible at gaming. and you’d never want to mess up nagi’s ranks, something that was somewhat important to him.

“sei, i’m not good at playing-”

pushing himself back from his desk, all long limbs on display, as he lifted his headphones off his head and left them around his neck. he turned in his chair, a long fingered hand resting on his thigh as he lifted two fingers to beckon you closer. “just c’mere.”

your cheeks flushed pink as you walked towards him.

yes, he was your boyfriend but that didn’t mean you would ever get used to how pretty he was. nagi didn’t really seem to be aware of how attractive he was. it was so clear with his obvious pretty face, his soft snowy hair that fell on his brow like a halo and his perfectly sculpted body, and oh god, his height. not to mention those pretty fawn eyes of his could turn alluring in just mere seconds. yet nagi couldn’t be more clueless when it came to recognizing his own attractiveness.

as you approached him, he leaned back in his chair, his hazy eyes following your every move, lingering on your pink skirt as you stopped right in front of him, unsure of what he wanted now.

then he leaned forward, his large hands wrapping around your waist as he lifted you up with ease, gripping your body as if you were as light as a doll, and placing you on his lap. You felt the hard muscles of his thighs beneath his grey sweatpants pressing against your exposed soft skin and the hard muscle of his chest up against your back.

your breath hitched as your body seemed to flush all over from his touch.

“sei? seishiro, what games are you playing at?” you asked, attempting to hide the flustered higher tone of your voice.

“nothing. jus‘ wanna play with you.” nagi murmured in his soft voice, his strong arms wrapping around your frame and placing his pink clad controller that you had decorated yourself, in your smaller hands.

“but it’s a ranked game!” you exclaimed, desperately trying to keep your rapidly beating heart in control as you felt nagi’s warmth and strength envelop you. his large fingers went over yours, finding the correct buttons on his controller. “i don’t wanna mess up your win streak.”

“don’t worry, angel.” he said, and the pet name nearly made you melt into a flustered puddle in his lap. his eyes drifted to your blushing face and your glossed lip between your teeth nervously. the smallest of smirks lifted his lips. “i’ll make sure we win.”

you weren’t sure how long you’d been playing, with nagi’s voice in your ear feeding you instructions, encouragement and praise as you both laser focused in on each game. his fingers moved yours rapidly and he muttered soft curses at every shot taken. however, it seemed that the two of you made an excellent team.

your fingers began to ache, and after possibly the seventh game you’d won, you sighed and slumped back against nagi’s chest.

he looked down at you in his arms, a small grin on his face, triumphant that he’d finally gotten you to play with him. “winning sure feels good, doesn’t it?”

“uh huh.” your voice came out breathier than usual. “tiring too.”

nagi smiled to himself as he looked down at you. “you know what else can make you feel good?”

in an instant, his strong hands had found your waist again and lifted you up from the chair with him, then he wrapped his forearms around your body and carried you to the bed, pressing playful kisses as you giggled in his arms.

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kaiser loves to wipe away your tears :/ and brush your face with a cool cloth afterward. when you’re too exhausted to move after a heavy sobbing session he does your hair for you, hand feeds you some sort of sweet fruit, and then brushes your teeth. if it’s too early for bed he’ll set you up on the couch with him while he reviews previous games. talks to you the whole time because he knows you like listening to his voice. or if it is a good time for bed he’ll tuck you in and stay with you until you fall asleep. he’s evil though so this is all done evilly with evil intentions

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Nagi LOVES to be babied he love laying his head on your lap or chest , being the small spoon when you play with his hair and kiss him everywhere

Seishiro Nagi LOVED to be spoiled. He’d do just about anything to lay in your lap as you played with his hair, his lanky body sprawled across the couch without a care in the world. Right now, his head was resting comfortably against your thigh, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, a soft hum slipping from his lips every time your fingers gently threaded through his messy white hair.

“This is the best,” he murmured, voice lazy and muffled. He shifted a bit, his cheek pressing more firmly against you like he was settling in for the long haul.

“You’re so clingy, you know that?” you teased, though your fingers didn’t stop their movements. If anything, they slowed, your nails lightly scratching along his scalp in a way that made him sigh like he was seconds from melting into a puddle.

“It’s nice being here,” he muttered, almost pouting. “You’re comfy. Warm.”

You chuckled softly, leaning down to press a light kiss to the top of his head. “You’re so spoiled.”

“Yeah,” he agreed easily, his lips curving into the faintest smile. “Spoil me more.”

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“If you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house.” - Catherine Lacey

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you knew your boyfriend, sae, loved you. you really did. even though he seemed like the nonchalant type, the kind of guy who rarely showed what he was feeling. even though some people thought football was the only thing that mattered to him, you knew better. deep down, in a quiet, steady way, you knew you had a place there too—right alongside the game he couldn’t live without.

“would you still love me if i didn’t exist?”

for a few seconds, it felt like he wasn’t even listening to you. his gaze was distant, his expression unreadable. but then, without warning, he gave you a reply—simple, yet enough to remind you that he always heard you, even when it didn’t seem like it.

“yes.”

“how?”

“it would be like loving something absent, something i could never touch or hold. i would carry that love everywhere, unsure what to do with it because no one else could ever fit it. it would just stay with me, all of it yours, even if you weren’t here.”

if someone else had heard him say this, they would’ve been shocked—the guy who was always quick with an insult, saying something so sweet? but you weren’t just anyone. you were the love he carried with him everywhere, the exception to everything he seemed to be.

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giggling

the sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room. you stirred slightly, blinking away the remnants of sleep. as you shifted to sit up, you felt a familiar arm tighten around your waist.

“don’t move,” nagi’s groggy voice mumbled against your shoulder. his hair was a mess of white strands, and his eyes were barely open, yet he still managed to pull you closer as if afraid you might disappear.

“it’s almost noon, sei,” you whispered with a small laugh. “we should get up.”

he groaned in protest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “too much effort. stay here.”

your heart melted at the way he clung to you. with a sigh, you relented, lying back down and tracing lazy circles on his back.

“there’s no one else I’d waste a day like this with,” you murmured, and a small, content smile tugged at his lips.

“good,” he whispered, his voice softer than usual. “i like it this way.”

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Blue Lock art~💙

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isn't ness lowkey hot

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we need more of ness edits

i repeat

WE NEED MORE OF NESS EDITS ‼️‼️☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻

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Lil bro is his biggest fan

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kaiser and isagi decided to get along for 5 mins and they've already trash talked the whole pxg team AND bastard munchen too. IN SYNC. they're insufferable I love them

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#love this

blue lock when you ignore them.

isagi reaches out to place a hand on yours, mumbling, “baby, are you mad at me?” as he gently rubs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles with a concerned furrow to his eyebrows. when you don't reply, he unconsciously juts out his bottom lip just a little bit in a worried pout, “c'mon honey, don't ignore me.”

nagi doesn't care, he just clings onto you tightly, pulling you to lie on top of him on the couch as he sleepily nuzzles against the crook of your neck before deciding to settle with his forehead against your shoulder. “lemme sleep, pretty,” he murmurs tiredly, placing lazy kisses on your skin. “don't ignore me when i wake up.”

michael lays down with his head in your lap, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. “mein liebchen,” he all but whines, “pay attention to me.” when you don't reply he maintains eye contact with you as he takes one of your hands in his and brings it up to his mouth, peppering teasing kisses from your finger tips all the way to your wrists, doing anything he could to get a reaction out of you.

bachira sits on your lap with a contagious grin and presses kisses all over your face, trying to get you to cave. “this is fun,” he giggles as he places his hands on either of your cheeks and squishes your face— not enough to make you annoyed, but enough to make your lips pucker slightly. he giggles even more at the sight and brushes his nose against yours, “babe… you're so pretty”

rin glares at you, frowning. “you really want to do this?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. when you don't reply, he places a hand on your shoulder, rolling his eyes, “come on, we both know you can only do this for so long.” he sighs, almost dramatically, before using the hand on your shoulder to gently pull you back towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist as he huffs, “fine. be like that then.”

reo is dramatic for no reason whatsoever. he grabs your hands and holds them tenderly, looking heart broken and overcome with sadness as he asks, “do you not love me anymore, baby?” his eyes look as if they're almost tearing up, but all he wants to do is press your buttons up to the point where you have to acknowledge him, even if it's just so you can tell him to shut up.

sae stares at you from across the room with narrowed eyes, unimpressed. “so, how long are you planning on doing this?” he asks in a deadpan voice, folding his arms across his chest as he stares you down. when you don't reply he rolls his eyes but his demeanor only lasts for maximum twenty minutes because the next thing you know, he's wrapping his arms around you from the back and placing his chin on your shoulder.

oliver grins at you, shaking his head with a chuckle, “you're really gonna try to ignore me, baby?” he laughs at your silence, almost teasingly continuing to trace a finger in circles on your hip, grin still on his face as he leans in tantalizingly close. “you can do this all day baby, but i'm not going to give up just yet either.”

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KAISER TALKS KAISER TALKS KAISER TALKS ... IM SCREAMING WHAT THE HELL BEST 15 SECONDS OF MY LIFE MICHAEL KAISER THE MAN YOU ARE I WILL DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU

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New arts :3

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