#( hcs. )

[saetoru]

tee you know what would he so funny and i keep thinking about? is if you were seen with one of the blue lock men’s friends or teammates, and then there’s a picture on the news like “y/n cheating on ___?” 💀 idk i just giggle into my hand at the idea

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BLUE LOCK + RUMORS THAT YOU’RE DATING SOMEBODY ELSE

✩ — characters ⋮ itoshi sae, mikage reo, shidou ryusei ✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationships, rather pouty and salty boys <3 ✩ — notes ⋮ nauurr this is actually so cute so i decided to turn them into kind of short drabbles w a few boys <3

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。ITOSHI SAE.

sae stares at his screen and blinks. you fight back a grin as he rereads the title, trying not to let out a small giggle.

“itoshi sae bested by little brother in love,” he reads blankly, and you almost think he doesn’t care if not for the way his hand clutches his phone a little tighter.

“sae, it’s not our fault, okay?” you chuckle, shuffling closer on the bed, wrapping yourself around him, “the paparazzi just caught us off guard. you know how they twist things for the headlines.” he does know—but still, he eyes you from the side before scrolling along the article and staring at more pictures of you and rin walking out of the convenience store.

“you went with rin? really?” he grumbles, eyeing a picture of you both laughing as you walk out the store. why is it so easy for rin to laugh at your jokes? more importantly, why is it so easy for you to laugh at his?

“well technically you were supposed to go with me, but you were being grumpy,” you huff, looking at him with raised brows.

it’s rare for both the brothers to be at their old childhood home at the same time, they never really get vacations that overlap enough to visit their parents together—and it’s never really been a priority for either of them with such an…estranged relationship. but this year’s a rare stroke of luck, and sae’s mother insists he brings you along with him for the ‘full family effect.’

except he rarely leaves the room if not to go for his jog or the gym—and you’re tired of being cooped up indoors all day. so when he opts for staying in to rewatch a match when you practically beg him to go to the convenience store around the corner with you, and rin so graciously offers to walk with you to grab a few things himself—how could you decline?

“i wasn’t being grumpy,” he says bitterly, “i was busy. it’s different.”

“well, me and rin had a blast,” you tease, pointing at the pictures on his phone, “as you can see.”

“shut up,” he scowls, locking his phone and crossing his arms. it’s cute to see him like this—slightly jealous and petulant as he tries to shrug it off like he doesn’t care. you giggle, leaning to peck his cheek.

“so? how does it feel to have your brother steal the love of your life?”

“i don’t know,” he rolls his eyes, “seems to me like you came crawling right back to me in the end.”

“not taking it well, huh,” you say amused—and finally, he wraps a loose arm around your figure as you sprawl yourself on his chest, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “you know how you can win me back over? taking me to the store next time i ask.”

“oh trust me,” he says with a sour look on his face, making you snort as you poke his nose, “you’re not walking past that door without me next time.”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MIKAGE REO.

reo is distraught.

“look at these comments,” he cries, shoving his phone in your face.

“reo,” you try to fight back a giggle, reaching over to ruffle his hair affectionately as you try to soothe his crisis, “it’ll blow over, don’t worry. me and nagi were just getting snacks.”

“yeah but they’re completely trashing me,” he whines, eyes all but popping out of his sockets as he reads the comments on the twitter post, “‘you know you’re lame when even your money isn’t enough to keep someone?’ what does that even mean?”

“it means you’re losing your charm,” you tease, cackling when he throws you a soft glare from his spot on the couch. he’s scooches away from you, sitting on the opposite end as he holds up a hand.

“you stay on your half,” he huffs, “i don’t want to sit with a cheater.”

“i didn’t cheat!” you snort, “we went to get snacks for you too—”

“yeah and you forgot them,” he glares.

“i said sorry!”

“well, it doesn’t help,” he pouts as he turns back to his phone, glaring at his screen as he reads the way some of the comments are now claiming you and nagi are a cute couple. it makes his brows furrow as a vein all but pops in his forehead, making you bite your lip so as not to laugh and hurt your boyfriend’s already painfully bruised ego.

“baby, you know you’re the only guy for me,” you grin, shuffling over to his side of the couch, giggling as you cling to him while he tries to (gently) shove you off.

“i don’t know,” he grumbles, “clearly i’m not since you haven’t even defended me in these comments.”

“i’ll make sure to tell them your money still has all the appeal,” you grin, earning a sharp look from him as you throw your head back and laugh. “i’m kidding.”

“you’re not,” he mumbles, crossing his arms. he looks cute like this—makes your heart soar as you lean closer and cup his cheeks and press soft kisses along his face. and even as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but smile a little and lean into your touch.

“i’ll make sure to defend your honor in the comments,” you murmur, biting his cheek playfully. he turns, leans in for a peck to the lips as he sighs.

“you better,” he mutters, “these people are ruthless.”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SHIDOU RYUSEI.

shidou is a nightmare if you’ve ever met one—makes your life increasingly difficult because how dare someone write an article that hints that what’s his could be anyone else’s?

“what do you want for dinner?” you ask, sighing as he shrugs.

“oh, i don’t know,” he grins condescendingly, “why don’t you let your other boyfriend decide?”

“ryusei—”

“if i see him, he’s gonna be one with the concrete, i’ll tell you that.”

“don’t even think about getting into trouble. that’s your teammate,” you pinch your nose, trying to be the one and only voice of reason there evidently is, “we just saw each other at the store and said hi—”

“why did he need to say hi?” he growls, crossing his arms as he stares at his screen again, eyeing the title of the article that’s single handedly spoiled your afternoon with a moody boyfriend in your hands. “i should teach him a lesson—”

“you should do no such thing—”

“you know what? i don’t even care,” he says suddenly, and there’s too much of a wicked grin on his face for you to feel at ease about his sudden turn of mood.

“ryusei.” your voice comes out as a warning, but he pays it mind.

“yeah, babe?” he says sweetly, scrolling through his phone and making your stomach churn as you walk over.

“what are you—” and then there’s a buzz of your phone, cutting you off as you hesitantly glance at it in your hand, noticing the mention you have from him. “what did you do?” you narrow your eyes.

“nothing,” he shrugs, “just cleared the air.”

and if you were unsettled before, you’re certainly concerned now because shidou ryusei taking matters into his own hands can only mean a headache for you and serious damage control for his team. you groan, rubbing your temple as you prepare yourself for the worst case scenario.

“what could you possibly—are you kidding me, ryusei? are you out of your mind?” you stare at the picture he’s posted, one of him practically sucking your face off in the middle of god knows where—when did he even get this picture? and who took it? but as quickly as the questions pop into your head, you decide just as fast that you don’t even want to know.

“that’ll teach ‘em,” he grins darkly, and he has the audacity to look proud of himself, earning himself a harsh glare from you. he only snickers, grabs you by the wrist and tugs you onto his lap on the couch. “wanna recreate the picture?” he grins widely.

“no i want to delete the picture,” you grumble.

“not an option,” he says smugly, and then his lips are on yours—and even if he’s shaved ten years off your life, you think it’s at least a good thing that he’s back to his usual self.

i want to have a lil salty sae in my bed immediately.

[ar1shan]

halsin has this way of letting himself be seduced that is knowing, playful, utterly measured—it is very plain that he's letting you know that he is aware he's being flirted with without actually telling you

[1mperium]

giulio finding out that he can die is exhilarating in the worst way possible like it's an actual freakshow—for context he is bitten in the early 1900s by one of the vampires he's sired and the bite wound he receives heals with painful difficulty, it keeps oozing his own cursed blood but that wound is also deserving of worship for the immense godsent revelation that it is for him and he DOES treat it with the reverence owed to gifts, for weeks he feeds on nothing but his own blood (which does not sustain him, it's cursed, but his godly ancestry is diluted in it) prodding the wound open as soon as the edges begin to scar and it's both a physically taxing and ecstatic experience for him

[yhw4ch]

yhwach will share the wonders of the old world with any of his children that dares to ask, and there are frescoes in silbern that were painted after it/tales stored in the libraries of the wandenreich that tell myths woven around the primordial universe—it's taken him decades to start remembering it as it was, even the memory of his father was nearly lost to him in the currents of reincarnation that ichibe had him sink into, but it got progressively more vivid over the years. that world is part of the quincy national mythology by yhwach's order, and much of the visual/written material about it was produced because of his wish that the quincy as people would be tethered to an image of paradise that is already present in their folk imagery

[ikarosxflight]

https://sexvalues.github.io/

He's Greek. What were you expecting? Tagging: @piousolus @goddessxoflight @halfsovl @regnantlight @vigilantdesert @tenebriism || whoever down bad

[a0kiji]

not to be a powerscaler on main but the fact that kuzan's mere presence is enough to make doflamingo back out without a word is sooo sexy

[almakfi]

people speculating about the nature of their relationship is such an essential part of basim's manipulation of sigurd btw

[invelena]

funny how intensely touch-averse viago is and how that translates to plain discomfort/annoyance under normal circumstances by which i mean in the case anyone other than teia tries to initiate physical contact with him, while when it's teia his aversion builds up in order to preserve his well-guarded self-control from shattering under the pressure of how deeply she affects him AND it's not even the fact that he's horny for her which yes he is but the closer/more normalized their closeness becomes the harder it gets for him to delude himself into believing he is not in love

[redbek]

after the red room is dismantled and the soviet union collapses, aleksandra is lost. she'd devoted her entire life to russia; to the people who trained her to be who she is, to her handler, to politicians and to leaders. all to ensure russia retained its glory. people she had killed for, maimed for, survived for. when it ceases to exist, she has nothing. her whole purpose has been stripped away, and it's the first and only taste of betrayal she has ever had. a betrayal that she believed would never come, because her loyalties lay so deep that the thought of betraying them had never once crossed her mind. not even in passing.

the rage she feels is all encompassing, and it drives her into a brief period of psychosis. she convinced herself that this is all part of russia's plan; make themselves appear weak, like they're falling apart, and then turn the tables. she continues the notion of collecting information, ready for when her handler will contact her once more with a spot to meet and an assignment to complete. when it happens, the sense of relief she feels is almost agonising. she doesn't feel, she doesn't have emotions, except for when it comes to russia and her loyalty to it and its people.

when it turns out the meet up was an ambush, the intention to kill her and erase all evidence of what went on in the red room, she realises that it truly is over. russia isn't the great entity it once was. its loyalty to her paled in comparison to her loyalty for it. it's a hard pill to swallow, and even all these years later the rage of betrayal still simmers inside her. she killed them all as brutally as she could in the state she was in, working out emotions she had never felt before and couldn't quite put her finger on. but they ached in her chest and boiled her blood.

[bladedsoul]

she's so silly anyway thinking abt how she hates her birthday, because she spent ten of them stuck in limbo during her youth. she finds it hard to remember a time before she was kidnapped, therefore holds very few positive memories of the day. i don't doubt belasco, and s'ym by extension, made her birthday's extra special too

[ilus1on]

this might be extremely unpopular but i think the aizen rhetoric that fixates on godhood is a bit trite

[verg1ft]

askin is very flexible

[ar1shan]

calling druids treehuggers thinking you will insult them but they know trees intimately and they use arboreal magic, the trees whisper to them wisdom older than most human settlements and thanks to this knowledge druids master the secrets of life and death and the cycles of nature—there is a darkness in halsin's magic and his healing arts, a warm, earthy, soothing darkness, that draws strength as roots do, from growth and depth AND there is a light to them, vivid and transparent as new leaves. treehuggers are scary

[1mperium]

i was obviously scamming yall when i advertised giulio as the quintessence of ancient roman citizenship (male, highborn, pagan) because he is all those things but a) he's bound by a christian curse and fated to never join his mythical forefathers, overly religious by roman standards to cope with the fact that christianity stole his birthright and status symbol b) his masculinity is a learned performance he inherited from his mother as the hollow recipient of her hunger her rage her gender envy and yes, her overflowing femininity, the seed of it that existed in her thusly existing in him because he's only ever been her faithful mirror and c) he does manual labor his hands are often caked with clay and paint and he guts and drains his sacrificial victims the way farmers do to pigs, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he is both a perpetrator and the designated object of the classist imagery of rural horror painting the peasant world as beastly, bloody and chthonic

[yhw4ch]

frankly i think that yhwach knowing only loss (he was stripped of his world, his father, his life, even his name—without tapping into the fact that ichibe mocked him with adnyeus' mutilated limb) and then returning and knowing only how to take, take from his enemies, take from his subjects, take powers, lives, the future, take the world itself, despite the basis of his powers/his uniqueness being the fact that he can lend pieces of himself, is exemplary writing and i love it very much