#Blues Writing

[blueberrygiggles]

"Hey, cheer up!" (Squealing Santa 2k23)

fandom: TUA

ler!allison, lee!five

prompt: "hey, cheer up!"

hello @atlascozynook !! i was your secret santa this year! hope you enjoy! this would've been done much earlier but i am a horrible procrastinator lol.

fun fact, this is 1500 words exactly! anyways. merry christmas and happy holidays!

warnings: bad coping mechanisms (drinking), but nothing super crazy. five only gets slightly drunk.

The smell of chicken filled the first floor of the house and Mom’s humming lilted softly from the kitchen. For a family as dysfunctional as the Hargreeves, it was peaceful.

Sort of.

Just through the door, in the main living room, Klaus tackled Diego from a bar stool for no clear reason, and Allison was seconds away from pulling out a camera to watch Diego get beaten by a skinny hippie.

Klaus grabbed Diego’s side and squeezed his ribs, Diego yelped and tried to roll away from him. Allison hadn’t seen Diego, or any of them laugh like that in years, it had been even longer since they had all gotten semi-along. It was nice to see them act more like a family unit, even if it was loud.

Luther leaned into her side from where she was sitting on the couch, “Should we… stop them?��

Allison almost snorted and took a sip from her wine glass, “No, let them wrestle it out. It’s good for them.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but Mom poked her head out from the door and called them in for dinner. Klaus climbed off a giggling Diego and ran towards the kitchen. Allison huffed a laugh and downed the last of her wine before following.

Before she could sit at the table next to Klaus, Mom’s cold hand touched her shoulder, she jumped and Mom gave her an apologetic smile, “Do you know where Five is, dear?”

She shook her head, “No, but I can go find him.”

Mom nodded and wiped her spotless hands on her apron, “Would you?” When Allison nodded her head and pushed her chair back in, Mom gave her a small but warm feeling smile, the one that meant she was showing appreciation, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

~

Five felt shitty.

He felt shitty quite a bit, less than he did before he found his way home, but somehow days like this still managed to worm their way into his life.

The apocalypse was over, the world was saved, his family was safe, everything was good. Even his fucking siblings, who have historically disliked each other and have gone out of their way to avoid each other, were getting along. Logically, everything was as good as it could be.

So, why did Five feel so awful all the time? He had no fucking idea, but he also didn’t want to spend his time trying to figure out why, he just wanted to not feel like shit. And he, just as any man who feels shitty does, grabbed a bottle of vodka and brought it to his room to drink himself into oblivion.

However, he forgot that his fourteen-year-old body was not meant to hold this much alcohol.

The bottle was only a fifth gone, but he was already very decently drunk. His vision was slightly blurry, and everything moved just a little too fast for his eyes to keep up. He wasn’t sleepy yet, but enough time and he’d be passed out on the floor.

Overall, he felt better than he had in days.

Five looked up towards the door to see Allison leaning in the doorway. Her flowery dress caught his eye, the leftover swaying from her walking was enamoring. The colors flowed into each other and yet were so far apart. Allison bent down at the knee to his level.

“You alright there, Five?”

He inhaled sharply, being pulled out of his color fueled haze, “What?”

Allison furrowed her brows in concern, “I asked if you were okay? You were staring off into space and you look drunk.”

He snorted without meaning to and Allison’s concerned look turned into one of amusement. Five waved his hand, “I’m fine. Drunk… but that’s probably why I’m fine.”

She moved to sit next to him, she picked up the bottle and examined the leftover contents, she downed back a small gulp of the bottle and winced. Dad’s old alcohol always had a bit more of a bite, “Mom wanted me to find you for dinner.”

Five barely held back his complaint, “I’m not hungry.” He slurred slightly.

“Just come downstairs for a few minutes, eat something, and then you can come back up here and drink.”

Allison put the bottle down and it clanked against the ground, Five leaned against her shoulder and his head fell back against the bed, “Just tell her I’m… fucking… sleeping or something.”

He could feel her roll her eyes, “Come on, cheer up a bit, Five. Come sit with us just for a bit?”

“I’m drunk. I’m not going to be very fun to be around.” Five said with a slur to his words. In all honesty, he’d probably be quite pleasant compared to his normal demeanor, the alcohol took an edge off and having Allison to talk to was fun; talking to his siblings in general sounded fun. He missed being able to talk to people when he was in the apocalypse.

Allison smiled and pinched his side, “Come o- What was that?”

Five giggled when she pinched his side, he curled into himself slightly, suddenly feeling a bit more sober, “Fuck you, it was nothing.”

Her smile grew into something more playfully sinister, “Are you sure? Sounded like something?” She punctuated her words with more pinches to his side. Five tried to ignore her, but the alcohol loosened his senses. He snorted and covered his mouth with his hand.

Five glanced over towards the door and tried to beeline for it, but he stumbled over his foot and Allison followed him as he landed in the doorway. She straddled his hips, and her hands went for his waist. Five tried and failed to grab her hands, a giggle rising in his throat, he glared.

“I will hurt you, I swear to God, Alihihisohon!”

She wormed her fingers into Five's ribs, squeezing along his sides. Five bucked against her hands and tried to grab her wrists. A snort broke from his throat as Allison went for his underarms. Five slammed his arms down, effectively trapping her hands there.

Five screeched, "Ouhuhuht! Ouhuhuhut!!!"

His voice went up an octave when she reached back to squeeze his left knee. His hands moved from trying to grab hers and went to cover his face. If he was a bit less drunk, he would've been better at hiding the childish laughter, but he hadn't had the forethought.

Not that he fully minded this, he thought. It felt... nice to laugh like this.

It was probably the vodka.

Who knows, really.

Ticklish shocks shot through his system, Allison was plenty strong enough to hold him down, especially at his current size, so he bucked, he snorted into his hands and a small flush flooded his face.

Allison grinned, "You okay there, Five?" She asked through his laughing.

If he were able to glare, he would have given her the sharpest glare he could muster, but all he could do was respond with more laughter.

"Just come downstairs and eat, Five." She added.

"ShuhuUHUT UHUP-!"

She squeezed a particularly bad spot on his knee, and he kicked his legs up and-

"...Ow."

-and hit Allison square in the back.

Her face was one of shock, but not pain. She gasped as if offended, "Well, that was just rude, Five."

The alcohol in his system stopped him from having any kind of filter whatsoever, so he did about the dumbest thing one could do in his situation.

He laughed at her.

Allison's playful grin returned and before Five could blink her hands were back on his knees. He squealed.

Legitimately squealed.

She fluttered over his kneecaps to try and give him a slight break, "Now will you come downstairs?"

Five didn't respond, he was too stuck in his giggle fit to even think of giving an answer that wasn't a laugh. Allison raised an eyebrow and went back to his knees with vigor. He started going after her hands again.

"YEHEHES YEHES! JUHUHUST STOAOAHAP!"

Allison removed her hands and climbed off him, allowing him several minutes to catch his breath. She stood up and offered him her hand. He pulled himself up and refused to look her directly in the eye. She snorted.

"You okay?"

He wiped off the dust on his shorts, he felt a bit more sober than he did before and scoffed, "Never mention... any of that, to anyone ever."

He could hear her eye roll but didn't feel the need to call her out on it, to be fair, he felt much better than he did before, and this time it wasn't because of the alcohol. She grabbed the vodka bottle to return to Dad's old stash.

"Or...?"

He glared at her, a small smile he hoped she couldn't see tugging at his lips, "Or I'll kill you, obviously."

He walked out the door and down the stairs with Allison and pretended he didn't hear her sarcastic affirmation.

God, he really was glad to be back.

[bluejay-creations]

Summary:

Marcy always knew they didn't fit in with their peers, even hanging out with Anne and Sasha never really felt quite right. it only takes a trip to another dimension, moving across the country, and way too much time for self reflection for them to figure out exactly what the problem was.

or;

Theres no way Marcy could be trans, until there is.

[ambivertedmultiversenjoyer]

A Spooky Month dream I had last night.

Blue was taking care of Skid and Pump for Lila this time tonight since she couldn't find anyone else to do it. Blue left the house with the kids, and so their usual antics began. They eventually encountered some guy named Zester, and then soon after, The Devil Butcher himself showed up alongside Zester. They seemed to know each other in one way or another.

A while after Bob left, Zester was dying. He gave Blue Bob's credit card, which seemed a little bigger than the average credit card only by a few inches. Before Zester died, he told her to give the card to Lila and then passed away.

Blue went back to Lila's place with Skid and Pump and gave her the card, examining it together. The credit card seemed to be a customized one, having Bob's business details on it. The kids had already gone to the living room inside the house. After a few moments of examining the card, they unexpectedly heard some heavy footsteps nearby.

Lila ran off as Blue stood there nervously. Her anxiety froze her, but she tried not to show how scared she really was in front of him. As Bob finally approached Blue, she quickly gave him his credit card back, not having expected to see him so soon after. She lied about him having dropped his card and losing it.

"How kindly of ya, darlin'..." he drawled out, gently taking the card back. Finally gaining the courage to move, Blue walked over to a bench, away from him, and sat down. What scared her was when he decided to sit down next to her. Unbeknownst to either of them, Lila had run off into the house to call the cops on Bob Velseb. Lila silently appreciated Blue for keeping the Devil Butcher distracted.

Bob decided to start a conversation with poor Blue, unaware of how truly frightened she was. They knew each other, and Bob considered Blue to be the kindest person he had ever known.

(And the dream ended there since I woke up soon after the conversation started.)

(It's been some time since I've posted about fandom related dreams, huh?)

[burntblueberrywaffles]

[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (image description by @lemondoddle )

[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

—

"y/n. delete that."

itoshi rin, kaiser, MIKAGE REO, barou, XIAO, kaveh, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, CHILDE, geto, megumi, BLADE, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine, scaramouche

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[mikgreo]

☆ twt nsfw links. ☆

『starring 』：blue lock, tokyo rev, and jjk men!! 🗯️

a/n: i loooveee these fine men . i could just eat them

mommys good boy, always melting at your touch<3.

he’s your own little princess seat ♡.

he’s such a good boy, mommy’s lil slut<3

he loves how you use him for your pleasure!!

naughty boys deserve punishments..

CHOSO, yuji itadori, bachira meguru, ALEXIS NESS, KAZUTORA HANEMIYA, takemichi hanagaki, shinichiro sano, CHIFUYU MATSUNO, (your fav)

using his big fingers to get into those nice places<3

he loves overstimulating u!!! so mean:(

he’s so big.

he’s so big pt.2

hes HUGE

size kink..

TOJI FUSHIGURO, sukuna ryomen, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, DRAKEN RYUGUJI, taiju shiba, rindou haitani, HANMA SHUJI, (your fav)

fucking you like the brat you are

you love how rough he is<3

he loves facefucking his fav doll.

your punishment for being such a slut

teasing his cute girl💔

geto suguru, gojo satoru, YUTA OKKOTSU, isagi yoichi, CHIGIRI HYOMA, michael kaiser, MIKEY SANO, ran haitani, kokonoi hajime, SANZU HARUCHIYO, (your fav)

your punishment for being such a spoiled brat

he thinks you’ve been a bad girl.

making you beg for it

loves fucking you dumb

something he would do to make fun of you

Nanami kento, Higuruma hiromi, SUKUNA RYOMEN, GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, SAE ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, (your fav)

he loves your soaky cunt<3

his fav postion!!

making his pretty princess do all the work:(

he pays such close attention to your holes<3

letting him use your mouth

megumi fushiguro, INO TAKUMA, inumaki toge, Rin itoshi, REO MIKAGE, Barou Shoei, Inui seishu, chifuyu matsuno, KAKUCHO HITTO, (your fav)

he fucks you so good

he’s so sweet to you and ur cunt<3

he luvs toying with you.

he lives to pleasure you and only u!!

what was supposed to be a tutoring sesh..

yuta okkotsu, kashimo hajime, KOKICHI MUTA, higuruma hiromi, NAGI SEISHIRO, otoya eita, YUKIMIYA KENYU, reo mikage, MITSUYA TAKASHI, izana kurokawa, HAKKAI SHIBA, (your fav)

:3

[ducktollers]

if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with. Captivated by a man with big sparkly brown eyes and slutty hands and a pretty waist you may be entitled to financial compensation

[echoesoftheinfinite]

[sonicman66]

DpxDc fic where Danny is just haunting the Bats and providing memes to the internet whilst being invisible

Because I read a fic ('the curious case of who lives in the walls' by RaccoonRobyn over on ao3) that has Danny chilling in the Wayne Manor's walls and commenting on the Wayne's habits and goings on and i just

Tl;dr danny has a twitter page where he invisibly follows the bats and documents their funny mistakes like a nature documentary.

One day a Gothamite spots a new twitter page on their feed. Its not got a lot of posts, but they're all pictures. And the first one is... Nightwing. Lying on the concrete, face-down, with another bat or bird very obviously laughing at him.

They think nothing of it. They compliment the photoshop for its realism, and move on. Except there's more pictures. All of them, every last one of them, has the Bats and Birds suffering from a trip, fall, a gaffe, a misstep, anything and everything.

And then they find a video

Its clearly a handheld or phone camera, pointed at Robin in an alleyway. Someone starts talking, in a very poor attempt at sounding like David Attenborough, narrating like a wildlife documentary. "Here we see the youngest of the Bat-brood partaking in one of its more private behaviors, unseen and unknown by its kin."

And Robin just. Steps further into the alleyway and gets swarmed by stray cats, all begging for food. He grins and starts feeding them, all whilst narration continues, talking about this like its an animal's behavior.

And they have more. So many more.

A video of Red Hood. He does a fancy gun twirl when nobody's around, bobbles it, and accidentally fires into the ground. He picks it up and acts like nothing happened. But the video sees all.

A video of Batman on a gargoyle on a skyscraper, with shaky footage from clearly around a corner, but on the same level. "Commentary on this specimen has been added in post, for reasons you will soon see. Batman, the patriarch of the Bat-Brood, is incredibly elusive to research, and for good reason." In the video, the camera jolts a little and Batman turns suddenly to the sound of rocks moving. The camera goes still, and Batman scans the area, seemingly seeing nothing. Then, his white eyes turn blue, and he looks directly into the camera. Footage ends.

The acc posts a screenshot of a dm that is very clearly an Oracle sockpuppet. She has sent something along the lines of 'how have you obtained this footage, this is dangerous,' etc etc. His response is 'i am in ur walls lol'

He is not aware of the level of Bat Paranoia this brings out.

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[drgnflyteabox]

mdni - implied fat!reader x bluecollar!simon riley drabble - simon is a bit of a creep also lol

Bluecollar!Simon Riley whose house floods so he has to spend the next few days in a cheap, seedy motel

First morning there he's leaving for work just as the sun is rising. Its hot, humid, and he's a shitty mood because he'll be working all day and it's only gonna get hotter

Simon Riley who smokes a couple cigs before he goes, sitting on a plastic lawn chair on his concrete faux patio when he sees you

You're flustered, damp with sweat and skin sun-kissed. You've got a laundry basket on your hip and immediately he's imagining a baby there instead. His baby.

Simon Riley who's shameless about staring at you struggling with the laundry door, dropping your clothes and giving him a view of your wide hips and plush ass in very short pajama shorts

You're so flustered:(( nearly in tears while you pick everything up. The shorts are a little tight, a little worn, and the thin material gives him just enough of a view of your pussy that it sustains him the whole day :')

All he can imagine is coming back and sinking into you :') not even necessarily fucking right away, but keeping his cock warm and relieving the tension in his body. He deserves that, no?

He's not creeping, necessarily, when he takes note of the lotion you use. Vanilla. He just happened to be having a smoke and walking right by your window, where you've got one foot propped on a chair rubbing it into your skin.

Your room is tidy. Despite the stained walls, cracks in the ceiling and overall dingy-ness, you've managed to make it look cozy.

New sheets, a fluffy blanket, string lights strung across the wall. Beside you, lotions and creams and washes - he snorts a little to himself. The bathrooms here don't have any counter space or mirrors to set them down on.

But his house does. In fact, most of his shelves are empty everywhere. His pantry, his closets. The only thing he's got are work clothes and beers in the fridge. Maybe a stray heel of bread.

Simon Riley who decides he'll have you move in before he even talks to you, before he starts memorizing your schedule on the weekends and evenings he gets home. You're struggling, on the edge of homelessness, but he knows you'd be the perfect wife and mother. That you'd bring light and warmth to his house, fill those empty shelves and empty rooms...

[blueberrygiggles]

anyways rambling headcanons time

i'm 100% convinced that aizawa is deathly ticklish on his neck. when nezu hides in his scarf, he is holding on to every part of his sanity to not start giggling at work. nezu is Very warm and comfortable but his fur is so fucking ticklish.

kayama likes to mess with aizawa by fluttering her nails against his neck and lemme tell you those nails are killer. he's trying to nap on the couch and suddenly he's giggling from two of kayama's nails. he's think it's embarrassing, kayama thinks it's cute. if she gets him for long enough then he starts to snort and her entire being ascends because SHE JUST MADE THE ANGRY GUY SNORT???

miruko is super tough, but she will collapse to the ground in belly laughs if fuyumi even thinks of pinching her side. and fuyumi finds it very satisfying to be able to take down her pro hero girlfriend in seconds. miruko can and will turn crimson because ITS JUST TICKLING AND SJE CAN HANDLE IT but she unfortunately cannot :(

and not that she'll ever admit it, but she fucking loves the sensation of being tickled. it's just fun and silly and it's a nice break from the constant TV ready front she has to have as a pro hero.

kayama has a ticklish back and she will literally scream if you get near her back. it's why she has a hard time getting massages because one wrong move and she flinches away like she was electrocuted. however, if you do it gently enough, she will just giggle her head off and take it because it feels nice. aizawa will sometimes mindlessly tickle her back if they're hanging out together and she kinda lives for it. it's the type of tickles where you can't keep a smile off your face but they're So Relaxing.

mina has an incredibly dorky and cute laugh. i'm talking snorting from the first huff, very high pitched and breathy. she just kinda sounds silly? and she used to really hate it because one of her old friends used to make fun of her for it, but she's slowly learned to be more okay with it because who cares if her laugh is a little silly? (uraraka told her it was fucking adorable and now the girls will remind her that it's cute until it's in her head!!)

and finally: momo had incredibly ticklish hands. when she is tickled there, she like curls up and tries to hide her face because, seriously her HANDS?? but it's cute. todoroki and jirou both find out while studying and they never let her live it down.

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[ambivertedmultiversenjoyer]

Last night, I had a dream.

In said dream, William Afton Steve Raglan was there, and I would spend time with him. He was okay with that since I helped him out with bruises and cuts he'd receive from dealing with the animatronics from time to time. I didn't really know the truth behind the missing children's murders and who caused them.

For some reason, he never really talked to me and kept quiet most of the time. I eventually got used to him being quiet, and slowly grew fond of him the more time I spent with him. One day, I got tangled with a... well... a man with strange intentions. I didn't think much of him until he told me he wanted me to stay with him forever. With a struggle, I ran away from him. I had hoped Steve would help me, save me. But he was terribly wounded that day and couldn't help.

The next day, I went to him and explained why I couldn't help him with his wounds. I could tell he understood from the expression on his face. At one point, I helped him translate some words he thought he heard come from the animatronics themselves. I didn't think much of the translation until he gave me some papers and drawings that same I explained my absence.

Sudden realization hit, and I felt my heart drop. I told the man in front of me: "N... No, it's not true, you... didn't do that. You would've never done that." He looked at me with the same neutral expression he always had with me, before smiling. The worst part was that I had really looked up to him at that point, fully unaware of what a monster he truly was.

And then the dream ended after I woke up.

[xurory]

WHINEY men who are extremely verbal in bed !! he can't help but let out his lustful moans whenever you ride him until he's absolutely fucked into oblivion :3 the way your cute lil' pussy wraps around his cock as he watches your tits bounce up n down. he's just soooo loud, and it's all for uuu <3 it's not everyday he gets to feel you like this, so he'd most likely go insane and whine under the slightest of your touch. "ngh... don't stop, please. keep goin-" you'd shut him up by shoving his face on your boobs :p his cutest whines would come out when you hop off his lap and suck his hardened cock. like, how could he not !? your mouth felt so heavenly and the way you suckle on his tip? makes him crave for u even more.

AVENTURINE, gepard, CAELUS, dan heng / KAZUHA, XIAO, thoma, LYNEY, kaveh, VENTI / ISAGI, chigiri / YUTA, megumi, GOJO / your faves !! :3

[bluelockmaniac]

˖⋆࿐໋ "PLEASE, COME BACK."

★ ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, don lorenzo, oliver aiku, isagi yoichi & otoya eita (honourable mentions). synopsis. your ex-partners are desperate for you and need you back.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 content warning. general: pet names (princess, baby, etc). sae: suggestive. ness: mentions of stalking, obsessive, creepy ngl. reo: parental humiliation, mother reader. oliver: cheating (duh), he gets slapped lmfao.

notes. total word count: 3.3k !! , angsty ? fem!reader .

୨ৎ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

rainy days were the worst, you mused bitterly, recalling how rin had chosen a stormy day, much akin to this, to break things off with you.

you sneezed into your elbow, feeling the tiny droplets of water cascade down, peppering your bare skin relentlessly. you shivered as you sat on a random bench in the nearest park, regretting your decision to skip checking the weather app today.

wrapping your arms around yourself, cold and damp, you anxiously waited for a certain someone to pick you up.

suddenly, the freezing, stinging sensation of the raindrops on your skin ceased. you noticed a pair of legs in front of you and tilted your head up, meeting the familiar gaze of the man you had once called yours. his arm was outstretched, holding an umbrella above your head.

“y/n…” rin's voice was quiet, barely audible over the splattering rain.

your eyes widen, quickly darting down to stare at your empty lap. your fingers gripped the bench tightly. "hi," you mumbled, the word barely escaping your lips. this was probably the first time he had ever initiated a conversation with you; in your past relationship, that had always been your role. what was he doing here, anyway?

as if reading your mind, he spoke up awkwardly, “i just finished my afternoon jog…” he paused, shuffling his feet slightly. “do you want a ride?”

you finally looked up at him again, shaking your head subtly. “no, thank you... i'm waiting for someone right now.”

“ah, i see.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. he internally cursed himself for his clumsy attempt and for possibly making things worse by asking in the first place.

a few moments of uncomfortable silence passed between you, but when the tension was too unbearable to handle, he broke the silence.

“i'm… fuck, i'm sorry, okay?” he lowered his head, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. “for everything in the past. for always ignoring you and neglecting you... if you want, we can–”

the loud honking sound of a car in the distance caught the attention of both you and rin. his brows furrowed in confusion as you stood up and walked a few steps towards the car, throwing him a faint smile.

“ah, it seems like my boyfriend is here.”

୨ৎ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

by no means was your relationship with sae horrible; in fact, it was quite the opposite. he consistently spoiled you with gifts and favourite snacks, treated you better than his teammates and the public, and always made you feel like the only girl in the universe.

so why had you both mutually agreed to call things off? the challenges of a long-distance relationship became overwhelming.

his frequent travels abroad for football games and the substantial timezone difference made regular communication difficult. every time you called, he would be asleep, and by the time you woke up, you’d see numerous missed calls from him.

nonetheless, it was safe to say that there were still lingering feelings between you both.

you sat down on your plush couch, turning on the television. immediately, the exclusive football channel that your tv always seemed to be tuned into appeared, and this time, it featured a live interview with your ex-boyfriend.

“sae…” you whispered softly upon seeing him.

it seemed as though the interviewer had already wrapped up the important questions, and was now delving into more personal topics.

“thank you, itoshi-san. next question, is there anything in particular that you enjoy doing?”

the football prodigy rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. with a blank expression, he replied, “my girlfriend.”

you felt your face heat up at the suggestive implication, pressing your hands to your warming cheeks– he had never had a girlfriend besides you and had promised he wouldn’t date anyone else. he was talking about you.

to make matters worse for your fragile heart, sae stared right into the camera lens with a subtle smirk, as if he knew you would be watching. the shallow stirring in your heart has confirmed what you already feared: you hadn’t gotten over him, and you knew you never would.

silence louder than a roaring engine filled the enclosure, before the interviewer broke the awkward stillness. “... s-sorry?” the lady was clearly caught off-guard, blinking at him once, twice.

sae scoffed impatiently, “did you not hear me the first time?”

“a-ah, yes, of course.” the woman stammered quickly, trying to recover her professionalism. “you... enjoy doing your girlfriend, yes.”

“used to,” he muttered under his breath, but the interviewer caught it.

“oh, i'm sorry,”

“yeah.”

unfortunately, the lady decided to press on, pushing her luck to pry more information from him. “so, itoshi-san, why did you break up with your girlfriend? could you provide your fans more information regarding your love li–”

he frowned deeply, shoving his hands into his pockets and abruptly standing up to leave, his manager pathetically following behind him. “shut up. you're annoying, leave me alone, ugly.”

later that day, you received a text message from sae.

'i need you back asap. i can help you settle here in spain and i'll pay for the plane ticket and shit.'

you would have never responded so quickly to a single text message had you still been in the long distance relationship. but, you still had a life here– your family, your childhood memories. you hesitated, leaving him on read for now, until you could think of something to reply with later.

a few weeks passed.

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

in a way, you blame yourself for thinking you could play the ‘i can change him,’ game. despite this, your efforts, though minimal, were somehow significant. he became increasingly dependent on you, seeking your comfort whenever he was upset over a game or haunted by memories of his harsh past.

he particularly loved resting his head on your comfortable lap as you raked your fingers through his blond hair, or when you kissed the tattoo on his neck, assuring him that everything would be okay.

but it had become exhausting. too repetitive. irritating, even. his daily venting sessions had taken a toll on your mental well-being, and you simply could not bear it any longer. 

unfortunately, the breakup ended on bad terms, with both of you hurling insults and belittling each other.

you happened to run into him at the airport. quickly, you shifted your gaze away, hoping that he had not taken notice of you. but luck seemed to mock you, and you could already hear his distinctive footsteps approaching.

"hey," he said nonchalantly, tapping on your shoulder to get your attention. “look at me, talk to me.”

your expression wavered as you hesitantly met his gaze, pursing your lips unsurely. “hi, michael,” you muttered softly.

a shallow line etched between his brows. “michael? you know that's not my name. say it properly.”

“it's not micha anymore, though,” you retorted, turning and walking toward the airplane boarding aisle as the passenger announcement was made.

“tch,” he scoffed, quickly making his way to his team, who were boarding the plane from the exclusive gate reserved for the elite football team of bastard münchen.

it was unfortunate that he had to board the same plane as you, but this was just a layover for you- you still had another flight to take before reaching your final destination.

closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the circular window, drifting off to sleep. when you slowly opened your eyes, however, you were not met with the kind gaze of the old lady who had been sitting next to you.

instead, you found yourself staring into a pair of cerulean eyes. he rested his chin on his hand, his elbow propped up on the armrest, watching you intently.

instantly, your eyes flutter fully open and a hurried gasp escaped your lips. “m-michael, you scared me,” you stuttered.

he rolled his eyes, turning his gaze away. “the old hag was more than happy to sit in the exclusive seats section,” he muttered simply. 

“i still haven't forgiven you,” he added, his eyes darting back to you. “but, fuck, come back already. stop being so stubborn.”

you sighed softly, taking his hands in yours. “michael, your rants aggravated my own anger issues. it literally wasn't good for my mental and emotional health.”

he mumbled something incoherent under his breath. when the plane finally descended one minute later, kaiser stood up, opening the overhead compartment above your seat, and handed you your two small suitcases.

placing his hand on your cheek, he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “...don't block my number. i still want to see you. and talk to you.”

you nodded reluctantly, thanking him for the suitcases. as you looked at him once more before walking away, you spoke softly,

“please, consider going to therapy, micha.”

୨ৎ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

what's better than returning home, exhaustion from work gnawing at your bones, only to find your ex-boyfriend lounging comfortably on a couch in your living room as if he owned the place?

you froze mid-step, breath catching in your throat. “alexis, what the fuck?” you spat angrily.

“y/n!” he immediately sprang up, his face lighting up alarmingly as he flashes you an innocent smile.

he casually strides towards you– as if he had no concept of personal space– and holds up a familiar DVD case. “schatz, remember this? i thought we could watch it, since i remember it was your favourite…”

your pulse quickened, instinctively stepping back. but, ness intercepted, possessively coiling his arms around you and enveloping you in a firm hug. his grip tightened slightly as you attempted to withdraw– but he was careful not to hurt you.

ness buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “you'll watch it with me, won't you?” he smiled, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"alexis, how the fuck did you even get in?" you demanded, mustering the strength to break free and pry his arms off, snatching the remote and turning off the television.

he pouted, "i had the spare key you gave me! now won't you—"

“you're just as creepy and obsessive as ever,” you shot back, feeling intruded and unsettled, “there's a reason i broke up with you.”

his expression crumbled and his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “d-don't say that, remember all the good times we had? we belong together!” his voice quivered with desperation as he leaned pathetically against the wall.

“yeah, i thought so too,” you countered, “until i caught you, lurking in the corner of my eye, watching me with a friend at the mall.” you gestured towards the door. “leave, now, and give me back the damned key.”

tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he reluctantly handed back the key. his fingers lingered against yours for a moment longer than necessary. he stepped out of your apartment and threw a weak smile at you over his shoulder. he whispers, “i love you, and i always will.”

you slammed the door shut.

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

you heard the doorbell ring as you were occupied with chopping tiny pieces of carrots for your young daughter. with a sigh, you set down the knife on the cutting board, wiping your hands on your apron and reluctantly heading towards the door.

there was no need to check the peephole; you instinctively knew it was your ex-husband, reo.

his monthly visits to hand over the child support had become a begrudgingly predictable routine. you swung the door open, and immediately, his desperate gaze met yours.

“y/n—” he started, but you cut him off with an uninterested glare.

“she's on the play mat in the living room. put the check on the table.” you said indifferently, already turning back toward the kitchen. before you could take a step, his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. it's nothing you didn't expect, however; it happened every single month.

“reo, let go,” your voice was firm yet tired.

“baby, please,” he insisted, pulling you towards his chest and embracing you tightly. you felt the warmth of his body against yours, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. “i miss you. i really do. do you know how painful it is for me to slowly watch you become a stranger?”

you remained motionless for a moment before shaking your head, gently pushing him away. “no... just no,” you asserted softly, “your parents always humiliated me during our marriage— whether it be in front of guests at social events or large family dinners. i've never felt enough. and worse, you've always ignored it.”

his face twisted into one of guilt as he attempted to draw you back into his embrace. “i promise i'll–”

“reo!” your strangled voice accidentally yells out. “put the check on the table and leave!” the words leave your mouth impulsively in frustration.

you quickly brought a hand to your mouth, then clutched your chest, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as tears welled up in your eyes. in a quieter tone, you pleaded, “reo, please, just leave…”

albeit reluctantly, he complied, retreating with a heavy heart. but, as per the habitual routine, he returned the next month, pleading for your forgiveness and begging to be taken back.

୨ৎ 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

dating nagi was tedious, and even that was an understatement.

"seishiro, i'm seriously considering blocking you if keep calling me every single day, begging me to take you back."

you exasperated, frustration clear as you sat on your bed with the phone on speaker, going through your nighttime skincare routine. you could hear nagi exhale deeply on the other end.

“... 'mm, angel, please,” he whined, his voice growing louder and more desperate. “i miss you, i'm all alone, my apartment's a mess and—”

you scoff, tossing the moisturizer tube onto your bed as you swabbed some onto your face. “your apartment's a mess? i wonder why that is… almost like your girlfriend was doing all the work around the house for you?”

a soft, frustrated groan escaped his lips at your sarcasm. he swallowed hard, his voice cracking, “listen, baby, 'm sorry for takin' you for granted, i want you back in my arms, i want to cuddle w'you like we used to. please, forgive me.”

a long pause hung heavy in the air, his breath hitching in his throat as he waited for your reply, hoping that you'd use what's left of your love for him–if any–to forgive him and return. with a tired sigh, you finally spoke up.

“... no, seishiro. i'm tired. being with you felt like a chore, to be honest. i was the one looking after you– making sure you ate your breakfast and lunch, doing your laundry that's scattered everywhere in your apartment, even reminding you to get off your video games. i'm not your mother...”

you let out all your pent-up frustration once and for all, hoping this would finally put an end to his persistent calls. it was clear you had reached your limit, knowing deep down that you deserved someone who appreciated your time and effort. 

“seriously, why don't you get yourself a maid? dating you was a hassle.”

you stated firmly before hanging up on him.

“dammit, angel…” nagi sighed defeatedly, his slumped body flopping down onto his bed. he lazily tossed his phone aside, feeling drained and overwhelmed. “i'm too tired for this.”

୨ৎ 𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎

“pleaase, come backkk,”

great. the last thing you had wanted today was to run into your ex as you stood in line at the popcorn stand. you wished the ground below you would rupture and swallow you whole as he clung onto you shamelessly, drawing the attention of those around you.

“please, baby, i need you!” he whined. you felt the embarrassment from his dramatic display heat up your cheeks, shifting uncomfortably as you mouthed apologetic words to the vendor lady.

“stop it, get off me, you're embarrassing me!” you hissed softly, trying to push his head away. his grip was too strong, maintaining his hold on you as his grin widened, revealing his shiny set of golden teeth.

“only if you get back with me?” he bargained, stepping back anyway as he sensed your growing irritation (and embarrassment).

you crossed your arms, shooting him an accusatory glare. “no way in hell. and you don't need me— you were after my money all along, weren't you?”

“t-that's... come on, don't be like that,” he stammered, his face paling as he avoided eye contact.

“you've only ever seen me as your personal walking credit card, hm?” you continued, “thank you, you've drained me of all my money.”

he watched as you received your medium-sized popcorn bucket, thanking the vendor with a polite nod before turning to leave. the lady called out his name, his own popcorn waiting on the counter, still unpaid for.

his head snaps back to you, that absurd, signature smirk curling on his lips, “wait, y/n, aren't you going to p–”

without turning to face him, you muttered under your breath, “no, i'm not paying for your popcorn.”

୨ৎ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

you felt a large pair of hands gently rest on your shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. you stopped swirling your glass of wine, tilting your head up to meet a pair of beautiful, heterochromic eyes.

unfortunately, those eyes belonged to your fucking cheater of an ex.

“don't touch me, jerk,” you spat, cocking your head back down as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip of the crimson drink.

he chuckled lowly, patting your head before shamelessly taking a seat beside you. wrapping his arm around the backrest of the sofa, he pulled you closer.

“c’mon, princess, don't be like that,” he winked, taking a sip of his own drink. he paused as he took in your irritated expression. “...are you really still mad at what happened a year ago?”

you shot him a dirty glare, and he immediately raised his hands in front of him in mock surrender. “sorry, sorry, i was only kidding.”

you finally downed the wine, standing up from the soft comfort of the sofa. before you could move away, his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you back onto the couch, causing you to lean onto him with your hand on his chest.

“okay, but seriously, baby,” he said, delicately gripping your chin between his fingers and leaning in until his lips hovered right above yours. “i really messed up, i'm sorry, i swear she didn't mean anything, you're the one for m–”

“what the fuck do you think you're doing?!” you yelled, slapping his cheek hard enough to whip his head toward the dance floor where numerous women in skimpy outfits were dancing. his gaze lingered on their movements for a while before he felt you pulling away from him.

“yeah, i'm sure you're toootally torn up about it, huh?” you scoffed sarcastically, “keep your eyes wandering, i can see you're overflowing with regret.”

“baby, i only care for y–”

“your sincerity is blinding.”

˗ˏˋ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 ˎˊ˗

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 would never push you to the point of discomfort or pressure. instead, he’d approach you casually, genuinely apologizing for any past incidents that might have upset you enough to end things. if you both decided on a mutual break up, then he would definitely try to preserve your relationship to at least that of friends. his main focus would be rebuilding trust between you two, hoping that time and space would allow you both to reconcile in the future. overall, it would be very unlikely for him to verbally express how desperate he is for you, but subtle physical touches are a different topic.

𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 would literally show up at your doorstep, begging on his knees for you. he'd be desperately pleading for your forgiveness– he really didn't want to reveal that he had initially been dating you because of a dare, or rather, a bet from his friends. it just slipped out forcefully. he just really, really, really needed that ps5. despite the bet, his feelings for you had genuinely developed over the five-month dating period. however… to earn that prize, he was required to expose his original intent, resulting in heartbreaks, tears, insults, and many “i hate you”s from your side.

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