#Oliver aiku angst

[rindreamery]

fool in love.

like a fool in love, you find yourself giving in to oliver aiku every time he calls. oliver aiku x reader ─ angst, suggestive, w.c. 700+ ─ content: implied fubu relationship

oliver is extra clingy when he’s drunk.

there’s a familiar stutter in your heart when you feel oliver’s fingers lightly latch onto your wrist, fingers tenderly wrapping around the expanse of your skin. it’s an unspoken plea for you to stay, and a stark contrast to how rough he typically is with you. “i miss you,” and immediately, you feel your resolve crumble. hours of telling yourself, “i’ll never come back,” is lost in the back of your mind. his touch is too easy to pull out of, too easy to escape from— he’s giving you a chance to leave him behind— and yet the stubborn part of you wills yourself to stay.

you’re a fool, and you’re aware.

but for the sake of your sanity, and your slowly cracking heart, you’d learned to set boundaries. you try your best not to take everything he says at face value, because you should know better. his saccharine words are a manipulative tactic to keep you around; he knows what you want to hear, and he’ll say it if it means keeping you around for one more night. you try your best not to stick around, you try your best not to let your eyes linger a little too long into his. (you feel like you’re drowning every time). and the one you haven’t mastered, or maybe you ignore it willingly— “the best boundary of them all is not giving in,” your friend would tell you.

you agree, but you justify with yourself saying that it’s easier said than done. because once your eyes meet his, it’s like you’re inevitably pulled right back into his orbit. the walls you crafted to keep him out never works.

you’re vulnerable.

the dim lamp in the far corner provides little light, and the curtains are drawn over the windows blocking out the glow of the moon. it’s a carefully calculated set up in hopes that it’s harder to see him, but you’ve memorized his face and his body. you can imagine him vividly in the dark. and you can’t shake off the intense stare that’s burning holes into your back, and you surely can’t shake off his hand that’s holding you so carefully. so soft and delicate, almost as if he cares for you.

why does his touch feel so heavy?

“you should stay the night,” his voice is low and smooth, and his fingers are drawing small circles on your skin as he holds you in place. you can’t stop the grimace that forms on your lips, and you’re thankful that you’re facing away from him. you can feel his other hand crawl its way up to your side, ghosting over your waist as he stops himself from holding onto you. “i don’t know why you’re in such a rush to leave all the time.” it’s a lie, you both know why.

“you know i can’t,” you tell him, biting back the temptation to turn around and bury yourself in his arms for the night.

“but it’s so lonely without you.” he never relents, and you remind yourself that it’s another reason to leave. his hand that was once hovering over your skin is now snaking its way around your waist, and you can feel him press his chest against your back. he presses butterfly kisses on your shoulder and you shiver, despite the warmth that his touch brings to your skin. “i feel cold.”

and you feel like you’re starting to burn— his kisses feeling like a trail of embers.

“i promise that it’s only temporary.” because oliver is never lonely; when the sun filters through the thin curtains, he’ll leave and go straight back to her. it’s her that he thinks of when he presses kisses into your skin, and it’s her he imagines when he holds you tight. and in the morning, he’ll realize that it isn’t her that he spent the night with— he’ll leave.

“but i love you,” the words fall from his lips, and you freeze. you half expect to feel warm and fuzzy inside. but it doesn’t ignite that familiar flame within you. rather, it brings a scalding heat that eats you from the inside-out, and it stings.

you’re a fool, and now you’re painfully aware.

“tell me that when you’re sober,” you say dryly. but you know, and maybe it’s for the best, that he won’t. and maybe, never will. because you know, by the small slip of her name— that you hear as you slip through the door, one last time—

it was never you.

©rindreamery, 2024

[merlucide]

VENOMOUS KISS

Notes: ajnsjsja haven’t had a request in a while! :) I like never write angst so I hopes it’s okay! ^^ I thinks it’s pretty alright! :D [Requested!]

parings: Oliver Aiku x (Implied F!)Reader

word-count: 0.9k

warnings: cheating, implications of sex (not explicit), angst with no comfort

One drop of venom from the Inland Taipan could kill over 100 fully-grown humans.

One kiss from Oliver Aiku could kill hundreds of faithful hearts.

You loved him.

With everything you were you loved him—wildly, recklessly, as though your love could somehow fix him. That’s how you saw it, anyways.

You had heard the rumors, whispers that clung to the edges of his name like shadows. How he went to one relationship to the next, always leaving when he got bored, but you turned a blind eye. After all, he told you he’s changed, he would never do anything to hurt you— You knew that. He said he loved you.

Yet when the breathless, binding, chokehold of lust came around, he was a slave to his needs. Desperation consumed him as he touched and tasted her—tongue tracing dominance into her skin, hands finding their way to the curve of her sides, claiming what was never his to keep. And hours later, as if it were nothing, he’d slither behind you, his skillful hands— the ones lifted her shirt above her arms— graze just above your stomach, head curling into your neck, and kissing you just where he left his bite on her.

He was a ‘go with the flow’ type of man, never taking things too seriously, always down for a good time. The kind who danced through life with the grace of a predator, pretending he didn’t know the heartbreak left in his wake.

Your friend warned you when you started seeing Oliver, saying how it’s not wise to be with someone like him, he’s just going to hurt you. You just simply brushed them off, they couldn’t understand what you and Oli had? How could they?— what you two had was special, truly special! He’d shower you wish sweet promises of his unconditional and undying love with you in his arms underneath the covers. The steady breathing of his lying heart absolutely consumed you entirely. He was just perfect.

But the cracks in your perfect illusion began to form, didn’t they? Subtle at first- just a faint whisper in the back of your mind, a warning you refused to heed. You told yourself they were wrong. Your friends, the rumors, even that voice inside you—none of them knew him like you did. They couldn’t possibly understand.

After all, how could someone who held you so tenderly, who promised you forever with a voice that felt like silk, be anything but genuine? How could the man who kissed away your fears and called you his world be the same one capable of breaking it?

But the truth, like poison, doesn’t stay hidden for long.

He was a venom.

A toxin disguised as love, poisoning you so sweetly you hardly noticed until it was too late. Every whisper, every kiss, every look, was given to another before and after you.

Every glance you caught him stealing at someone else, every lingering touch he gave that wasn’t meant for you—it burned. It chipped away at the fragile hope you clung to, the belief that he could be the man he swore he was. But you stayed. Because love, for all its beauty, is also blind. And in the darkness, you told yourself you could handle the sting. That maybe you could change him.

But Oliver wasn’t a man you could tame. He was a predator. And you were the prey who thought the serpent wouldn’t bite.

The truth unraveled itself on a night that felt too quiet, the air heavy and suffocating, like the world was holding its breath. You weren’t looking for it—not really. You had convinced yourself there was nothing to find. But the faint whisper of doubt had grown louder, coiling tighter around your chest until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You stepped into the room, the creak of the door breaking the silence. You continued down the hall to your shared bedroom. For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. That your worst fears hadn’t just materialized right in front of you.

But they had.

Your breath caught, the venom in your veins freezing you in place. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, as the weight of it all crashed down. The whispers you’d ignored, the glances you’d justified, the nights he’d come home late—it all led to this.

He was in your shared bed, with another woman.

Your heart shattered, the pieces falling faster than you could catch them. Without thinking, you turned and ran. The sound of the door slamming behind you echoed through the apartment.

That’s when he realized he was caught.

His head was frazzled. the adrenaline all ready higher than the roof—only rises when he looks back at her, whose face was questioning him desperately— angry and pleading that it was not what she thought it was. He left her behind, frantically pulling on his pants and rushing out the door, chasing after you

His voice calls your name, desperate and urgent, his footsteps frantically pounding against the floor. You don’t respond.

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Bursting out of the apartment building, the cold night air hit you like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to steady your trembling hands. Your lungs burned as you ran into the quiet streets, the sound of his voice still chasing you, louder now.

Paralyzing, excruciating, and burning.

The venom had been there all along, coiling quietly inside you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, as the cold night swallowed you whole, you felt it take hold. It wasn’t the kind of poison that killed quickly. No—this was slower, crueler, seeping into every corner of your being until there was nothing left untouched.

You didn’t need his touch to feel the bite anymore. The venom had already spread, coursing through your veins, ripping apart every last bit of you.

It didn’t just sting—it suffocated you, until there was nothing left but the poison of your love.

ajswqjsjsa lowkey rushed but was fun to write :3

made December 13th 2024

[sugarwarachan]

title: give me a sign (something legible this time)

pairing: oliver aiku x afab!reader

author's note: really just wanted an excuse to be angsty over playboy oliver and still let reader have him. nsfw, mdni

you're supposed to hate oliver aiku.

it's not for lack of trying. it's day 32 of whatever the fuck this situationship is, and he's managed to worm his way into your heart and rot you from the inside out.

case in point? you're attending some sleazy party simply because you hope he'll be there, standing just outside of your peripherals so you have to swivel your head and find him—

"missed ya, baby," his voice is low against your ear as he swoops in from behind. your face presses into his neck and the smell of cedar and laundry soap overwhelms your senses.

you do hate this, just a little bit. the whole, doesn't-do-commitment, loves-to-play-at-boyfriend-anyway act that he does, but what you really hate is how little you actually care because he always chases away any lingering hurt with his teeth in your neck and his hand around your throat.

"what do you want?" you ask, taking a sip of your drink. you pull a face; it's too fucking sweet. you press it off on him. "you like sweet things, right?"

his smile is feral, heterochromatic eyes flashing in the blue and purple haze of the party. he takes the drink and pounds it back. a drop cascades down the thick column of his throat. your eyes track its movements into his shirt.

"you're right, angel. I do like sweet things." he palms the meat of your ass and jostles you back into his groin, rubbing his already-hard cock into the back of your skirt. you gasp when he lifts the fabric.

"people might fucking see," you hiss, swatting at his hands.

you mean nothing to him, you have to remind yourself, even as he gently pulls your hair to the side to kiss your neck, his deep voice a rumble in your ear—

"let them see."

"no," you insist, pushing away from him. he takes a step back, hands shoved deep in the pockets of those stupid designer jeans that fit him like a glove. brow furrowed, he cocks his head down the hallway where you know at least one shadowy bedroom awaits. you take off after him before you can stop yourself.

"you're mad at me," he says once the door shuts. your eyes blink at the wall of gaming tech. frustration bubbles over. you're not in his room or yours—

"we're always hooking up at parties," you tell him.

his eyebrows raise. "and?"

god, sometimes you hate him so much you can't see.

"and," you bite back, "I'm fucking tired of it. this—" you gesture between the two of you, a part of you reveling in his crumpling expression, "is done. I'm not getting fucked in some rich kid's masturbation den because you can't commit."

he blinks at you.

"I'll take you home then."

before you can fully process the words, he flips you around and presses your back against the door. his knee wedges between your thighs and you bite back a sigh. his hand wraps around your throat, the gentlest pressure, and your eyelids flutter shut.

"it's not forever, but could we start with one night?"

"nice line, jackass," but you kiss him all the same.

and as one night collapses into four, and then 17, and then 289, you eventually stop thinking you're supposed to hate oliver aiku.

WHY DO I WANT THIS MAN THE WAY THAT I DO

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Pairing: Oliver Aiku x GN!Reader Synopsis: you held on and let go, held on and let go, held on and then... Theme: angst, manipulation, silent treatments, aiku is a little shit Author's notes: experience is such a lovely thing, but I had to replay stuff from the past to portray the song and story properly lmao and I felt bad for myself. Thanks to the lovely @merlucide for the idea that she posted ughhh!!

It's been months.

Months since that final goodbye.

You've said so many goodbyes within your relationship, all were never the end of it. Every time, he'd find a way to pull you back in. Be it with the crocodile tears, arms that felt like home, lips that melt your anger away, eyes that hold the loveliest promises.

In the end, you'd find yourself ruined and confused in the hands of Oliver Aiku.

When you met Aiku, his little antics weren't new to you. You knew who he was. But he was so sweet, so expressive, and you gave him a chance. But he had his grip around your neck that you didn't notice. You thought Aiku wanting you to be around him was sweet like he wanted to create more memories with you.

But that wasn't the case.

"Come on, Aiku," you whined, dressed up for the birthday party your friend invited you to, "everyone's gonna be there! It's been years since we got together!" Aiku leaned on the doorframe; arms crossed. Even though you informed him about the party weeks ago and that he said yes initially, you were confused as to why he's against it now that you've gotten ready for it. You bought gifts and an outfit, and if you can't go, it's all going to waste.

"Is your pathetic high school ex going to be there, too?"

Ah, yes. That was the reason. The way he was so jealous of your exes, people from the past that no longer haunt you.

You sighed and walked towards him, your shoes tapping against the tiled floor of your shared bedroom. "He won't be there," you told him, "I asked everyone, and they confirmed he won't. I promise." Aiku stared into your eyes for a moment and nodded. He pulled you closer and wrapped you around his arms. "I just don't want to lose you to some loser," he reasoned, his voice low.

"You're not gonna lose me."

And yet, you felt like the world was against you when Aiku saw the pictures and in the forefront of it all was your high school ex who came in at the last minute. You didn't know. You swore you didn't know. That was why you agreed to come in the first place.

"You lied," Aiku breathed, his eyes carefully reading you like an opponent on the field. "I didn't, I didn't lie, baby," you replied, holding his hands, "we were all surprised when he walked in. No one knew he was coming."

"Did you talk to him?"

"I didn't. Aiku, I knew better than to talk to him."

"Okay."

And even after the conversation ended, the silence that came after was killing you. You tried to pick up the mood, but Aiku never bothered to lighten up. At the end of the day, you scooched closer to him as he lay with his back facing you. As you wrapped your arm around his waist, you felt him relax, his shoulders rising and falling. "I don't like us like this, baby," you murmured, "I'm sorry. Do you still love me?"

Aiku sighed and turned to face you. He cupped your cheek, wiping your tears. You didn't even notice you were crying. Oh, the simple action of facing you was enough to break you. "Of course, I love you. More than you'll ever know," Aiku replied, singing a siren song to your head. "Please don't leave me," you whispered.

And in your mind, you swore to never make him mad like this again. But at the same time, the thoughts of seeing your friends again and the plans you made with them would be a great sacrifice for your relationship's peace.

When Aiku met you, he knew what your style was. You were always so forward. The way you dressed always screamed, "Look at me!" Your hair and face are dolled up to perfection. That was the very reason why he got hooked.

But he'd get so pissy whenever a man would look your way, try to speak to you, smile at you because you'd smile at them out of politeness. Once, he made a big fuss about it and you, unconsciously, made a promise not to dress like that. It lowered your confidence to the point where you would settle for a simple jeans and shirt combo whenever you go out.

Your friends would say you changed. "Yes," you'd agree, but never the reason why you did. It's for Aiku, for us, you'd think. But slowly, you began to notice the pain in your neck, his grip tightening with every argument and promise. He broke you with his hands and fixed you, taping your heart up with promises of doing better. The silence, the yelling, the crying, it was all too destructive only for him to fix it with a kiss and a good fuck.

Oh, how he was so good with it.

You tried to break it off, the first time you broke down, realizing all your creativity was drained and you felt so empty, but he was so good, telling you he was sorry, and that he'd let you fly now. With the way your life felt empty, you truly believed he was your only lifeline. You gave him a chance as scared as you are to be alone.

And then you let go again... and came back to hold on. Let go. Held on. And one can only do and give so much until...

Missed calls, and a hundred messages, all unanswered and unopened.

You're finally free to breathe. Free of him and the pain.

[lonelystarrs]

Dry Your Eyes, Mate.

Oliver Aiku X FemReader

Sometimes it’s too late, sometimes the timing is never right.

Inspired by my post: Oliver Aiku has a rideable face, but needs a jab in the throat.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • NSFW • smut • oral receiving (fem) • karma • angst no comfort • Oliver Pining • hints of past cheating •

word count 2.2k

Hate was a strong word to use, some not really ever fully understanding the true depth of it, saying it so freely when it should only be used for things that truly made you feel it. 

Oh, but you did. 

Hate was something that made your skin crawl, it boiled the acid in your stomach and plagued your mind like a disease. 

That’s what hate was. 

It was so close to love, so close in fact sometimes it was hard to tell the two apart, it’s odd isn’t it?

You didn’t hate many things in life, not many things made your skin crawl, or your fists clench and your teeth grit. 

But Oliver Aiku did. 

God he made you want to scream and punch something. 

That smug little smile on his face whenever he looked at you, even now as he looked up at you glaring down at him, your thighs either side his head as his hands danced over them. Squeezing the fat and muscle before massaging with his thumbs.

His hair was a mess, light sweat dotting across his forehead and dark strands stuck to parts of his face. He was worked up from the rough kissing, the grinding and  now his mouth was watering with how close he was to running his tongue through your pussy. 

“Knew you couldn’t stay away too long, we work together, just accept it.”

Your eyes rolled at his cocky words and suggestive tone, ignoring them you lifted yourself from his chest, one hand running through his hair to pull his head back and he winced, his teeth gritting but he chuckled through it. 

“Oi, it only gets me off more when you get all bratty!” 

“Oliver?”  

Those odd coloured eyes looked up at you all glassy, seeing you above him like that looking so fucking pretty for him. That dainty lilac see through, lacy bra cupping your tits, your hair in a high pony tail, plump pink lips all glossy and swollen from him kissing you. 

“Yeah babe?” 

“Just shut up will you?” 

“Mak-“ 

He didn’t have time to finish as you lowered yourself to sit over his face, his lips pressing into your pussy as you wiggled on him to find the place you wanted to be touched, an airy moan leaving you as his hot breath fanned against your clit. 

“Use your tongue Aiku, s’all your damn mouth is good for.” 

He hummed into you his tongue lifting to brush against your swollen clit before sucking on it. Your body stuttered at his actions and you lifted yourself to roll your hips in time with his tongue, fucking his face to chase your own high. 

“Ngh- that’s it, good boy.” 

Fuck he loved it when you sang like that to him, all breathy and satisfied —praising him with that haunting phrase of ‘good boy.’

His thick cock flexed against his stomach, reacting as arousal shot through his body to his lower half. His hips bucking up by their own accord as he tried to find his own stimulation for his throbbing dick. 

Drool and slick covered his chin, soon dripping down his neck as he literally drank you. Eyes opened to watch you above him, to watch you use him to make yourself cum on his face —it was beyond fucking hot seeing you use him like that. 

So bratty yet you just looked so damn beautiful sat on him riding his tongue. Your cheeks and nose dusted pink whilst light, airy pants coming from your mouth that was ajar. Your glassy eyes half hooded as you watched his face buried in your cunt, refusing meeting his own eyes as they looked at you all doe like. Tits bouncing as your hips rolled against his face, your stomach tensing as you took full advantage of his mouth.

God you felt so good, always tasted so sweet. Everything about you was pleasant - your body lotion that he used to love watching you do before bed, your body wash filling the room after every shower, even your damn shampoo made him inhale deeply. The little things that were also just so you. He thought of you every time he smelt your perfume if another girl walked by wearing it, it never suited them as well.

But his favourite thing? That pussy, you tasted like fucking honey on his tongue.  —you were fucking intoxicating from head to toe. 

His mouth got greedy as he roughly fucked his tongue against your clit, his cock was throbbing against his stomach and he felt kept flexing it, managing to angle himself enough so his sensitive cock head brushed against his stomach with each roll of his hips.

He was gonna cum from this, if you kept pulling his hair like that and grinding your pussy on his face -he was absolutely gonna blow his load.

Your hand tightened in his hair as you forced his head back more, that build up in his lower stomach racing to his dick and he moaned into you again. He sucked harder on your clit and rolled his tongue in circles, your other hand moved down to spread your pussy for him to access your clit better as you opened up for him and he sang under you. 

There weren’t many girls who’d have the confidence to sit on his face and spread their cunt open for him to eat out.

But you always rode his face like a damn champ. 

“Gonna cum sweetheart?” 

He didn’t need to really ask he knew your body as well you knew his —he’d fucked you so many times over the last two years he lost count. The other girls eventually fading into nothing but numbers on his phone, his attention gradually turning less to watch them and focus on you.

But he wasn’t entirely innocent of settling yet, this back and forth between you both, your reluctance to trust him anymore.

You nodded dumbly, sucking again he lightened his tongue but picked up his pace and he watched you see stars above him. 

“There, fuck there Aiku don’t move, m’gonna cum -hah - yes, yes -oh fuck yeah.” 

Oliver’s arms hooked over your hips and thighs to stop you from lifting from him and he buried his face into you, holding his tongue out and pressing it against your clit he lightly shook his head side to side. You came fucking hard for him, all he heard was your sharp intake of breath, your mouth hung ajar and you practically going crossed eyed for him. 

His eyes never left you as he watched you cum on his tongue, your body shook on the come down and tried to recoil from him over stimulating you, but he refused to stop, arms kept hooking you down to him he sucked hard again pressing his tongue harshly against your clit and seen the panic cross your face, hand bracing against his chest to try pull away. 

“N-No, Oli d-don’t I’ll-“ 

“Fuck yeah you will, give it to me babe, seriously, squirt on my face yeah? I wan’it.” 

He slurred against your pussy, feeling the cum already drooling from your pretty little hole and down his chin. His tongue dipped down to collect it, moaning against you and he felt you clench around his tongue. 

“Oh? Like it when I eat the cum from you huh? Or like hearing me moan over how good you taste?” 

You stuttered a shut up to him, your body was recoiling as you felt the built up for something much harder about to hit you and he didn’t stop until you gushed in his mouth. Cumming again so hard you let out a muffled scream, your hand rising to your mouth to bite down on. Your hips jolting against him from keeping you fixed from moving, forcing you to take it.

“Fuck, fuck m’gonna cum babe,”

Aiku braced his feet against the mattress, rutting his lifted hips up to aid the friction and that one final roll of his hips, the head of his cock brushed over his stomach had him cumming without being touched. Cum shooting up his stomach and hitting your ass, burying his face back into your pussy as he moaned out. 

You leaned back, hands resting on the bed either side of his hips, both breathing heavy as you recovered. 

When he looked up his heart kicked in his ribs at the sight of you. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck why did it have to be you? 

Karma was such a bitch. 

The cold washed over his body as the heat of his high drained from him, leaving a shit reminder that you wouldn’t stay the night —that you’d probably not speak to him again for a couple weeks or you’d go back to avoiding him. 

He’d keep texting you, he’d keep trying because this was better than nothing —better than you not being in his life… right?

This way he could stop you from moving on, it was toxic and he knew it but he was selfish when it came to you. 

He was grown now in his late twenties, compared to his youth of juggling girls around like options and opportunities. But his reputation only proved itself when he didn’t realise you were different and he tried treating this like everyone else in his past. 

You gave him a chance once before and he blew it.

He just didn’t know back then… if he did, if he realised what he felt now he’d have curbed his shitty behaviour. 

He knew now he was damn well in love with you, but you’d never believe him or settle for him. 

He knew because his heart still thumped for you after cumming and sex, he still thought about you and still wanted you. He wanted those comfy mornings, the dates and he wanted the world to see you were his and he was yours.  Post nut clarity was always non existent in this situationship with you. 

He called your name and you sighed heavily, those glassy, half hooded eyes he adored looking away from him because you knew what he was going to say. He seen your shoulders tense, the dread coursing through your body. 

“Give me another chance? 

“I can’t, Oli.” 

“We can take it slow, there’s no ru-“ 

“I just don’t think I can trust you, I want to but I can’t.” 

“We’ll go public, screw the pr teams. I’ll take you with me when I travel -fuck I’ll even let you track me on my phone.” 

He sat up onto his elbows, causing you to fall back slightly to sit on his stomach, his legs bent up to catch and support you with his thick thighs, his fingers drawing light patterns on your legs. 

Those double coloured eyes of his were glossy watching you and you honestly thought he was holding back from crying. 

“It’s not healthy, I shouldn’t need a tracker on you that’s crazy.” 

“Yeah, well you make me crazy —in a good way. Just give it a go with me again, its been two years of this you gotta feel something if you’re coming back.” 

“Have you thought about me? How it might not be healthy for me? I don’t want to be second guessing everything, or feeling paranoid if there’s others in the background.” 

“I haven’t been with anyone else in 9 months, I ain’t fucking messing about this.” 

“What?” 

His jaw clenched at your shocked expression and he looked off across the room, tilting his head down so his hair hid his eyes, hid the fact he felt his fucking nose and throat sting. 

He was frustrated. 

“I haven’t been with anyone —I can’t.” 

“Oli stop with this silver tongue crap I’m no-“ 

“Will you just fucking trust me? I can’t since I realised I was damn well in love with you. It doesn’t work anymore.” 

He heard your breath hitch and he felt his own as he all but blurted out something he didn’t want to admit, not like this anyway —not because he was getting damn emotional over this crappy situation.

No it didn’t work, literally, lil Aiku was struggling to reach his glorious ending, sex was empty now —cumming just didn’t happen. His heart throbbed for you, end of, plain and simple and apparently now his dick was following the same process. 

“What doesn’t work?” The confused was clear on your face.

“That’s what you’re focused on in that sentence?” 

He chuckled before gently rolling you off him and swinging himself off the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“If you really want me to leave you alone, fine. But I don’t want to, I wanna make this work.” 

Your silence went on long enough, he pinched the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat trying to hold on to the restraint from actually fucking crying in front of you. 

“Fine. I’ll leave ya to it.” 

You thought it was for the best when he moved to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, that it was for the best when he left the house with a little slam of the door. 

Yet it was gnawing at you for the rest of the night, your sleep was disturbed, tossing in the sheets like your mind rattling in your skull. 

It doesn’t work.

I’m in love with you. 

I wanna make this work. 

You threw the pillow over your face and screamed into it, feet kicking at the mattress as they recoiled from the springs. 

You peaked at your phone through the gap in your pillow and glared at it. 

Snatching it from the side you opened his chat bubble on your messages. 

You > Oliver if you’re honestly serious then we can try. But if I so much as hear about another girl I am done for good and you won’t contact me again, if you agree to respect that then I’m willing to try. I really hate how you left, I shouldn’t have let you leave like that so late either. I’m sorry. I hope you’re home safe.

Sent 3:35am 

Automatic Response: Message undeliverable. 

© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

[kvrokasaa]

Fake Love

cw: smut, suggestive themes, angst, no comfort, no pronouns but implied afab!reader, drunk!characters, multiple fandom

wc: 869

The call you've been dreading, and hoping for, finally came. Always at the same time too, in the middle of the night.

His command was simple but authoritative. Come over and show him what he's been waiting for. You could tell by the way he talked that he's drunk.

You should've expected that though. He never calls unless he gets intoxicated, only ever wanting you when he can't remember.

The devils are out and partying as you drive to his place. You wish that you could just turn around and stay home. Maybe you could drink a glass of wine, no the whole bottle, because this would only break your heart.

No matter how much you try to deny him, he always comes back.

You pull into his driveway, no matter how many times you come to his house, it never ceases to amaze you. Your engine stops and you step out of your car.

To keep you satisfied he bought you a car, a nice one. Some might interpret this as a sugar daddy situation, but you know that would be better than the situation you're in right now. You wouldn't even classify yourselves as friends with benefits. Not even flings.

"You're here!" His eyes were tired, but not from lack of sleep. You could see and hear the alcohol he's had.

You try to muster a smile, but you can't even fake one. You can't even look him in the eyes without wanting to cry, but you pull through your emotions. You muster up the strength to look him in the eyes.

"I missed you baby!" He opened his arms and leaned in for a hug.

You pulled back but he still managed to hug you, a tight one too. His nose touched your neck as he left feather-light kisses along your neck.

Clothes were thrown to the floor, leaving a trail to his bedroom. His kisses were deep but lacked the passion you wished for. His touch was light but still left the scars you wished would heal. The moans were real; and although you wished they were fake, they lacked the love you've always wished for.

He kissed your thighs, sucking small hickies onto them along with small bites. He just gave you the same orgasms he always gave you, although they were always great, they lacked the passion, the love, and the tender moments you wish for.

He made his way up to your chest, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. "I love you, baby." His eyes were closed as he spoke the words you've always wished he would say. But tears still pricked your eyes because you knew the words weren't real. He would never say these words to you if he were sober.

He never acknowledges your presence when he's sober. It's as if you're not even there; he doesn't text, call, or look your way when you pass.

He sees your tears and pouts. He kisses away the tears on your cheeks, but that doesn't stop them.

His pout was real, the sadness he feels when he sees your tears is real, but you didn't know this. Of course you didn't. You can't look past his playboy tendencies.

The night was long as your naked bodies mingled together; his thrusts were deep, your whines were true, and your nails down his back were painful. But he didn't mind the pain, he liked the feeling, he liked knowing that your mark is what made other girls stay away. You owned him and you didn't even know.

As the climax from both of your bodies came, he laid his body down next to yours. His arms wrapped around your body and his head on your chest. He snuggled close to your body, the warmth from both of you radiating off each other.

"Remind sober me how much I love you, yeah?" You felt the tears coming on again. You would, you would tell him what he said, remind him what drunk him does. But you don't have the strength to do this. You can't, and you won't.

"Yeah," your lie came out easy, easier than you expected. You didn't want your lie to come out this easy, but it's been easy since you've met him. You've had to lie to your friends and family about this man.

Morning came quicker than usual, maybe its because you're not alone. You haven't shut your eyes, you haven't slept.

You left his arms and his bed, leaving him in his slumber. You were still nice enough to bring him a cup of water and some aspirin for his impending hangover. But you weren't nice enough to stay and remind him.

You left his home and drove back to yours. Your sigh was long as you opened his messages. You were close to hitting the block button, but you didn't have the strength to do it, not yet.

Your eyes closed as you laid back on your bed. The tears staining your cheeks came out full force. You couldn't stop this cycle, even if you tried.

Chigiri, Otoya, Karasu, Oliver, Sae, Rin, Reo, Nagi, Kaiser, Atsumu, Kageyama, Suna, Oikawa, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, bonten Mikey, Wakasa

[idkifimawake]

Stupid Cheat!-oliver aiku x gn!reader

stupid cheat , angst, making this while watching a k drama lmao

Warning: Cheating Angst , slight NSFW (only mentioned) , you hit him with a book lol , aged up?

Your hanging out with your friends, Oliver said he would be busy with a match today , which you didn't mind , as your friends giggled about dating the famous football player who was in the world famous Ubers team. You lost track of whag they were talking about and you excused yourself and went to go to the toilet.

Only then hearing a voice giggling "Come on Oli , we can do it here, can't we?" You just hoped it was another boy with the same name , what were the chances?

"I dont do it in public baby, but for you I will." Your heart sank , it was him , your thoughts were right, he had been cheating on you. Tears fell out of your eyes. How could he? You had been dating for 5 years now , how could he do this to you.

"Oli baby, are you ready for it?" The squeaky voice giggled.

His voice replied "Of course , when have I ever not been ready for you my love."

You rushed out the toilet , forgetting to pee . Your friends were waiting outside, holding tears in you said you had to go back early, but they very forcefully grabbed you and made you explain.

"I-its Oliver , he's cheating on me , I heard him in the toilet with another." You sniffled , your friends getting mad immediately, insults were thrown at Oliver , calling him a man s1ut , man wh0re and old geezer . E.t.c

Teary eyes you headed home , to the luxurious house you and Oliver shared , you trudged up the stairs , mascara stained on your eyes. You opened the door to see Oliver in your room with a necklace in his hand, he gave his classic cocky grin.

"Hey baby, I got this after the match, it reminded me of you." He held up the necklace , it had a cute Ruby gem in the necklace and glistened in the light, you stepped towards him , your intentions unclear. Then.

BAM , you hit his face with book, tears flowing out your eyes , you were in so much pain.

Oliver groaned out in pain.

"Ugh, what was that for? Did I do something wrong?" He mumbled

"You know very much what you did!!!! You man s1ut , you cheated on me!" You screamed , barely missing his head with another book.

Oliver was suprised, he stopped trying to fight back, he sighed.

"Sorry baby , that was just one of my flings." He said , holding up his arms in defense.

"Flings???? I very much heard you saying you had done it before. We're done!" You screamed, walking out and shutting the door behind you.

"Wait Baby I-." He started, getting cut off by the door.

You sped down the staircase , not looking back ,wiping your e/c (eye colour) eyes , and calling a taxi away.

Pt2 coming soon (who should u get with?)

[alaia777]

ex-bf!oliver, who called you by the wrong name before the breakup, only to call you by a different name when you run into each other weeks later

ex-bf!reo, who was too embarrassed to tell his parents you were his girlfriend, introduces you as his project partner when you accidentally meet them

ex-bf!sendou who said you two needed to break up because he wanted to focus on his career, only to show up with a celebrity girlfriend two months later

ex-bf!shidou who couldn’t understand why you wanted to break up with him just because he starts fights with random people every time you go out together

ex-bf!sae who didn’t seem fazed by the breakup, just like he didn’t care when you told him it hurt that he never called, texted, or let you know when he was back in the country

ex-bf!bachira who keeps showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night, acting surprised every time you remind him that you two broke up

ex-bf!nagi who always forgot about your dates and left you waiting, only for you to find him sound asleep in bed with his console lying beside him

ex-bf!otoya who couldn’t understand why it bothered you so much when he met up with other girls to grab a meal—couldn’t he have friends?

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the other woman ft, blue lock men

summary. in which they post another girl on their instagram story

next. makeup or breakup

ᥫ᭡. yoichi isagi

ᥫ᭡. meguru bachira

ᥫ᭡. seishiro nagi

ᥫ᭡. rin itoshi

ᥫ᭡. sae itoshi

ᥫ᭡. oliver aiku

© cinnamqnx | do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[thebestsetter]

Oliver Aiku can have any girl he wants. Anytime he wants.

He has always been a charmer. He's used to getting all the ladies he wants, anytime he wants. It comes naturally to him, really. His looks, charm, and charisma have all led to his fame with the "female population," as he calls it.

So, when you started dating him, everybody warned you. Your mom, dad, friends, and even your annoying sibling. He has a bad reputation, they said. And it was true. He was known to appear on the news with a new sidepiece every week. From random girls to models to athletes, he can have them all. And he breaks up with them all (and leave them heartbroken, too)

That's why you weren't really surprised. Of course, you were hurt, but you kind of already expected it to happen, even if that makes you a bad girlfriend. You have been dating for only 9 months, after all. He would get bored of you eventually. Well, it was good while it lasted. You were totally okay with it. Really.

At least that was what you tried to show everybody. But you can't fool your heart.

It was clear the break-up had taken a toll on you. You really, really liked him. You really thought you could change him. Pathetic. Stupid. You were so, so stupid. Men don't change. Especially cheaters. Once a cheater, always a cheater, they say. You should have listened.

When nobody was close, you always broke down crying. Everything reminded you of him. From the silly plushie he gave you on your arcade date to his toothbrush on your sink that you, for some reason, could not get rid of to, of course, those 100 calls he gave you everyday from unknown numbers, even if you had already blocked him everywhere you could.

This was your reality for the first 2 months after the break-up. You felt discouraged to do anything besides lying on the couch all day and surviving off of noodles and ice cream. You were terrible.

But everything ends, eventually. Be it a good thing or a bad one. In this case, you were glad it ended.

After much help from your friends and family, you were starting to feel like yourself again. The world was no longer grey and sad. Life had gotten better. You had gotten better. Everything was going perfectly.

Until it wasn't. Until your ex-boyfriend showed up at your doorstep at exactly 2:41 a.m., drunk and babbling nonsense and asking - no, pleading - to be taken back.

What you didn't know was that Aiku had a completely opposite experience after your break-up.

At first, he didn't make a big deal out of it. He was actually a little relieved - what had gotten over him to have stayed so long in the same relationship? For most people, 9 months is little time. For Oliver Aiku, it was an eternity. Most of his relationships lasted less than a month. He couldn't help it. Most girls bore him. He has to break up with them.

After the initial phase of calling you and being left on voicemail lots of times, he figured you wouldn't give him another chance. And he had no reason to plead for one. He was Oliver Aiku, for God's sake! He can have any girl he wants. Anytime he wants.

He began partying again. He had stopped partying when he was in a relationship with you. And, man, did he miss it.

Kissing faceless strangers, going to bed with girls he didn't even know the name of, appearing on the news every week with a new girl.

Old Oliver Aiku was back. The one from before he met you.

This was his reality for about 2 months after your breakup. It felt like sugar rush, like being high on drugs or something (even if he never did - and would never do - any drugs). It felt good. Life without you was good.

But everything ends, eventually. Be it a good thing or a bad one. In this case, he was sad they did.

Suddenly, everything reminded him of you. Your skincare products on the sink, that he had already used to the very end for some reason and yet couldn't find anywhere that sold them (he was almost buying it off the internet), the stupid polaroid of you two on the back of his clear phone case (he swore he had thrown it away when you two broke up), a book you were reading and accidentally left it at his home (he made a mental note to give it back to you someday. Maybe even ask you if he could borrow it. He already read it twice, actually, but he just wanted reasons to see you again).

Life suddenly felt dull. He had no one waiting for him at home, no one to make him dinner, no one to cuddle with, no one to make him watch stupid rom-coms.

Those other girls were just so boring. They didn't treat him like you did. They weren't you. But he was scared to admit that he missed you more than he let on.

Life with you was supposed to be good. Until it wasn't.

Until one fateful day, he drank too much. He downed beer after beer after beer. He was more than tipsy - he was utterly intoxicated.

His feet carried him to your house almost immediately. It was as if he was on autopilot, his brain finally acknowledging what only his heart did: he missed you. And it hurt.

That's how you both find yourself in this situation.

You, on one hand, were kinda disgusted. He was drooling, clearly out of his mind, drunk as hell, and looking really sad. It almost made you feel bad fir the guy.

On the other, you were absolutely delighted. Satisfied, even. He was hurting, too, just like you did. He missed you. He was begging to be taken back. You almost couldn't stop the smirk appearing on your face.

Aiku was looking pathetic. On his knees, hugging your legs and apologizing for all he did. For everything. For cheating, for hurting you, for making you feel like shit. He wanted - no, he needed you back on his life.

He held you like you were everything, and in that moment, you really were. You have always been his everything. He just couldn't acknowledge it before. He was blinded by lust. But now he was righting his wrongs and trying to be a part of your life again. He was not going to hurt you again.

He was everything you didn't want to see anymore. He have always been what you despised in a man, you just couldn't see it before. You were blinded by love. But now, you were righting your wrongs, and you wouldn't let him back on your life again. You were not going to let him hurt you again.

You yelled at him. Called him names so bad he doesn"t even want to remember. And when he pleaded again, you closed the door.

Not even the bangs on your door would make you open it. You didn't want to see him anymore. You were officially over the man who caused you so much pain. And it felt good. Life without Oliver Aiku felt good.

Banging at your door, Aiku felt stupid. He felt sad. He felt disgusted at himself for doing what he did to you. He felt sick.

He was stupid. So, so stupid for throwing away a girl like you.

Oliver Aiku could have any girl he wants. Anytime he wants.

But he didn't want any girl at any time. He wanted you, his girl, right now.

Masterlist

[rindreamery]

in another life, i would be yours.

types of tragic love tropes with blue lock men. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, oliver aiku ─ content : angst

note. i could make a happier version of this... i could also just keep it like this.

itoshi rin as your unrequited love.

who could never find the right time. rin was always one missed call away, one minute too late, and always one step behind his brother. too many bouquets would lay discarded in the trash, and too many times the phrase, “i love you,” would lay at the tip of his tongue— words he would never dare to say to you. and he wonders, during his sleepless nights, if he’d be the one to hold your heart if he had acted quicker.

but it’s an awfully selfish thought, and the guilt that eats at him feels worse than the love he feels for you. he feels filthy for wanting someone who could never be his. so he forfeits for the first time in his life. he doesn’t mind hurting if it means that his brother is happy.

itoshi sae as your first love.

who was good to you, but nothing more. sae was a classic and naive, first love of yours; the type of love that you kept coming back to because you couldn’t let go, because you didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. your perception was an idealized and skewed version of him, one that didn’t actually exist. he was sweeter in your mind— remembered your favorite things, carried your bags, and walked you home— but he could never find the balance between soccer and you. though he wasn’t perfect, you loved him and that was all that mattered to you.

so you foolishly gave your heart to him, only to receive it back in pieces. it’s been years, but there are times when you still think of him. a part of you believes that he never truly gave all of your heart back to you— a part of you will always be with him, and that’s a pain you’ll live with for the rest of your life.

isagi yoichi as your forbidden love.

who could never be yours. yoichi’s presence was one you long grew to be familiar with, and one you often found comfort in. he understood you, in a way that you felt that no one else truly could, and he saw you for who you were. not a model, not just a pretty face— but you, in your entirety. your love was limited to longing and lingering gazes shared across the room, tender touches that would ghost over your hands as you pass by one another, and warm embraces shared behind closed doors. he was that someone you wanted to call, “home.”

but the reality is, “home” would never be that warm for you. the fantasy you had built in your mind, where only you and him exists, is shattered by the glimmering ring that reminds you of its presence. a reminder of the love that would never exist between you two.

nagi seishiro as your "what-if" love.

who will always remain as a, “what if?” nagi is someone who plagues your thoughts, more than he should. you think of him when you go out on dates, you think of him when you watch rom coms, you think of him when you see other couples on the street. you fantasize about him in every romantic aspect of your life, almost as if to compensate for the fact that he isn’t yours. and you’ve come to terms that he never will be.

so you’re left with questions of what could've been. what if you gave him your confession, what if you hadn’t set him up with your friend, what if he could love you the way you want to be loved? — questions that will remain unanswered.

mikage reo as your compelled love.

who you know is good for you. reo is as good as it gets, he’s the ideal man; he takes you out on romantic dates, dedicates himself wholeheartedly to you, and never fails to remind you just how much you mean to him. he’s constant in his love for you— what more could you ask for? but your heart is selfish, and it seems that even perfect isn’t enough for you. your love for him is filled with forced smiles and a reminder that you could never find someone like him. so you stay.

you do think you loved him at one point. but it’s hard to ignore your want for a love that would spark a burning want in you. his love is as good as it can get, and yet you rarely find yourself yearning for it. your heart has faltered, unlike his.

oliver aiku as your ludic love.

who thrives from the push-and-pull. oliver was someone that you knew you were supposed to stay away from; he was the type of person who was just out of reach, never meant to be had, and the type of person who always pulls away whenever something starts to feel too serious. but he gets away with it because he’s frustratingly charming. and you’re frustratingly stubborn, never wanting to fully give in to his advances. in his eyes, your love is a challenge he has yet to conquer. for some reason, that’s exactly what makes your heart race.

as long as his game continues, you’re in it. you know you should crave for something steady, a love that doesn’t keep you on your toes. but you don’t want it— not when this kind of love keeps pulling you deeper, even when you know it’s more fleeting than it is real.

© rindreamery, 2024

[chevxyn]

BUT WHAT?

in which your bestfriend always wanted you, but..

various! blue lock x reader

pairings (separate) : sae x you x rin, isagi x you x kaiser, nagi x you x reo, bachira x you x otoya, aiku x you x sendou. (love triangle.)

note: i’m sorry if there’s grammatical mistakes, as english is not my first language and if this is not as your expectation. thank you for reading!

part 2 of “him over me?” bestfriend’s view; angst, fluff, toxic you (rin,sae), fully written, striked name : the one that got rejected.

BUT, you messed up.

itoshi rin, itoshi sae.

AFTER DAYS has passed, you and sae became close, while you and rin gotten somewhat distant. yet for you, it was a good feeling.

but for rin, it was hell. he has waited for you for years, it broke him when you don’t text him first, or nag him to hang out with you anymore. as all you ever talk about is sae, sae, and sae.

did the same person that ruined him, the one that told him he had no worth in his life again, is the same person that’s gonna take his one and only?

he hates itoshi sae, he hates him. more of all, he is starting to hate you. someone that he admired for years. his bestfriend. so my god, it hurted when you told him you and sae are official after just two weeks.

and that’s probably the start of why this argument started in the first place. “why are you so upset with me?” [name]’s voice called out to him, “rin!”

“why do you have to date sae?” he asked, his voice was sharp and stern. [name] has never heard this tone that he was using, and he always had thought that rin would support you. wouldn’t he?

“what?” you blurted out and rin looks at you, “why did you have to date sae?” he repeated, you were about to speak again, “why him? and not me?” he said, it was not much, but it made it clear to you. he liked you.

“rin..” you muttered his name, “i didn’t know you felt that way,” your voice was about to crack but his was already is. “you didn’t think that it hurted?”

“seeing your bestfriend, someone who i wished was on my side, betray me for their pathetic crush!” he yelled out, and you stayed still. you never knew how deep his feelings actually is.

“you know what? forget it,” he dismissed as he was preparing to leave before you stopped him, “i’m sorry.” you said, sorry? was that all?

“i’m sorry that you feel that way, i- i didn’t know.” you said and he was quiet, “of course you’d say you didn’t know, but you did. that’s just another excuse.” finally, walking out. while you just stood there.

“you’re nothing but the same as my brother.”

BUT, you figured it out.

michael kaiser, isagi yoichi.

ISAGI had gotten dangerously close to you, infact it looks like both of you are closer then you and kaiser ever was. it gotten to the point where you feel comfortable to hugging him wherever you want.

as for kaiser, he hated that fact. he hated how easily isagi could pursue you when he waited patiently. so it came to the point where he just had to confront it to you.

both of you were walking together as he just finished with practice, seeing this opportunity, he talked. “[name]” his voice was warm, something that only you could get from him. you looked at him and smiled. “what is it, micha?”

“do you,” he paused as you looked at him, “do you like isagi?” he asked and that made you almost stop. as your eyes met his, you slowly nodded. “i mean, i did.” you chuckled.

“but he told me that there is one person,” you continued and looked upfront, “that he’s annoying, arrogant, handsome” kaiser quiets down as he took all of that in.

“and apparently how he would never go a day without mentioning my name.” you said and focused on the sidewalk, not wanting to see his eyes. “and how maybe i should take a chance with him.”

kaiser was quiet before he reluctantly grabs your hand, “and how that person is you.” you said, and smiled.

“general answer of that question. yes, i do like isagi, he’s a good friend.” as your head slowly turns to meet his. “but, i like you better, cause you’re my bestfriend.” “so you did know that i liked you.” “it takes an isagi to make me realize that i guess.” man. kaiser might just thank him for that

BUT, you like his friend.

mikage reo, nagi seishiro.

IT DOESN’T take a genius to find out nagi and [name] hanged out that day without reo. that’s probably why the same rumor that was deep down in the ocean came back after weeks.

and unfortunately, it came to reo’s attention. he felt absolutely crushed, cause not even he knew about this. they did not even include him into the mix. wasn’t he the first one? wasn’t he the one that introduced him to you?

so now here you guys are, it was quiet until reo talked, “are you both dating?” reo asked, as nagi and you looked at him. “eh? n—“ nagi nodded, “mm.”

due to nagi’s confirmation, that made reo’s heart ache. did he actually ran out of time? you were red blushing crazily as you cling to nagi while denying his claims.

he had never seen you like this, usually you’d be calm and collective when someone else does this. so why is it that you’re so flustered with nagi, cause you like him? you never act like that to him.

it made it worse when nagi just pulls you closer towards him. do he just give up? there’s no point into liking someone that already likes someone else right? especially when it’s your friend.

“i’m so happy for the both of you!” he said as he kept that supportive face, even if his heart felt like it was barely beating. “reo! nagi’s just—“ reo chuckled as he patted your back.

“don’t you always say you wanted him? hm?~” he teased, his other hand that he hid was shaking as the one that stayed on your shoulder was confident. “reo!” you scolded and hid your face to hide your blush.

maybe, he could move on. it’ll be hard cause you’ll be seeing each other alot. but, maybe he could. but for now, his heart felt heavy.

BUT, bachira sets you up.

otoya eita, bachira meguru.

BACHIRA after being friends with you, he was one that asked, alot. and one of the questions that he had asked is what relationship otoya and you had.

you told him it was just plain friendship, but when he heard that he looked sorta unsatisfied as if, searching for another reason. something that he knows that you didn’t.

so it was odd when bachira suddenly asked you to meet up at the mall, and who showed up was otoya. your eyes widened as you chuckled.

“yow ninja.” you smiled, “oh, hey [name].” he said and looked around, “where is..” he seemed to be looking for the same person that ‘ghosted’ you. and by together, you both said, “bachira?” “bachira.”

he looked at you and sighed, “did he just try to set me up with my bestfriend?” she giggled, and shrugged. “well we’re already here anyways.” otoya said, he saw the chance. and oh, he’s gonna take it.

he really did thought about the possibility of you and bachira, and how bachira would ask alot about you. he thought bachira’s feelings was the same as yours.

he never expected that bachira himself would be doing this for him. so here is the two of them, eye to eye. “you’re right, might aswell go out with eachother.” you teased and winked which made otoya rolled her eyes and pushed you lightly.

and for this whole day, you both spent time together. and now you’re at the mall’s rooftop. holding the drink that he had bought for you as the sunset has ended and the moon has risen.

“[nickname].” otoya muttered out your name and you looked at him, “hm?” it was now or never. he wants a chance with you.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

BUT, you finally noticed him.

sendou shuto, oliver aiku.

DUE TO you already having plans with sendou, you rejected oliver. saying you’re busy. to be honest, you only liked oliver cause he was exceptionally handsome & the way he acts is a gentlemen-like (despite even if you called him an asshole), the only downside is you dislike how he would cheat on women.

you want to still go after him and have that ‘try’ but as you thought about it. what if you end up like those same victims? just another person to aiku. you sighed. find someone else to like that is what sendou had said.

you agreed to meet sendou at his apartment, upon getting there. he opened the door and saw you. you both made plans to do a movie night.

you and him went to the couch and sat down there, watching the movie. but while watching it, the film was about a boy that had to put up with his bestfriend liking someone else. and midway you questioned yourself, did sendou ever felt like this?

you didn’t think so, considering both of you always kept it platonic, but as time passes. you couldn’t help but notice how pretty sendou actually is, and no matter how reckless he was, he would treat you better than most people.

and how cute he is as he is wrapped in a blanket cause of the cold, he always talks about how he is gonna be the best striker in the world and you loved that about him.

and how he cared about you enough that he’d warn you about aiku, you sighed deeply as he looked at you. “what is it?” he asked, concern was hinted in his voice as he looked at you.

“nothing’s wrong, but you look stupid wrapped around that blanket.” you said and chuckled and he flicked your forehead lightly, “it’s cold, give me a break.”

sendou, you really are someone to be admired at.

©chevxyn.

[mahyuume]

THINKIN’ BOUT YOU

— synopsis. not missing you after splitting up would’ve been easier if it wasn’t for everything that reminded of you surrounding him.

pairing. various bllk boys x reader | genre. angst, post-breakup. | mlist

HE THINKS ABOUT YOU STILL, but in denial he does. whenever in public by passing a store you both used to go to as a date or just as a way to give gifts you liked to each other, he thinks of you guys together again. of course, it’s even obvious he misses you. even if he tries so hard to get over feelings he calls left overs, he just can’t. and everyone notices.

he suggests it’s normal to be this hung over a break up, which it is, but to this extent? he’s already bought you apology gifts for how he acted before in hopes of you at least forgiving him and returning to good terms. friends at least. but he doesn’t let anyone know about that, because who would he be if everyone was right about him still missing you?

MICHAEL KAISER, sae itoshi, REO MIKAGE, RIN ITOSHI.

WAS THIS TRULY THE BEST? he gets the whole deal of breaking up and supporting each other from the sidelines, a way of saying ‘oh i still like you but not that way!’ is nice, since your still in each other’s lives… but does it really have to be this way?

he knows that you know small words of praise and encouragement mean differently when it comes between you.

“congratulations on winning today’s game.” you say with a small smile. he returns one and runs off to his teammates, reluctantly avoiding you. though he might avoid you, in the back of his mind, the idea and past memories of the actual ways you’d congratulate him is different.

he thinks back on the winner kisses you’d give him with your big smile that could light up dark tunnels, kisses that could warm a cold face, and a hug that felt like a mother’s embrace.

he wishes you two could’ve ended differently.

ISAGI YOICHI, BACHIRA MEGURU, REO MIKAGE, chigiri hyoma, TABITO KARASU.

HE WANTS YOU BACK, HE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU. all his friends, teammates, hell even coaches overhear from time to time hear about how much he regrets ending things with you. even if it was for the best (worse in his opinion), he just can’t stand the feeling of letting someone like you go through his grasp.

everyone’s tired of it honestly; by how much he would talk about you during practices, breaks, morning, night, even while eating. his yearning for you is clear, everyone just wants you two back together to shut him up, but he knows better than to contact you after everything. I mean, who calls up their ex begging for another chance?

he does.

OLIVER AIKU, SHIDOU RYUSEI, otoya eita.

EVERYTHING’S OKAY AS IT IS, he thinks. it’s okay you two went your separate ways, because that’s how life goes. though the thought of you makes his head hurt and his heart ache, it’s okay.

he mentally agrees with himself that no matter what happens between you, all he wants is that you’re happy and perfect as you are. even if he isn’t by your side. even if he wants to be; holding your hand, playing games together, watching movies, and regular things couples did.

but it’s okay. everything is okay as it is, he thinks. even if you’re not in his life anymore, since you wanted to pursue the no contact move. he agreed with you that it’s for the best and that you guys should live your lives doing what you must.

even if it isn’t what he wants, even if he hates it. it’s okay, because you’re happy as it is.

NAGI SEISHIRO, HIORI YO, rin itoshi, kurona ranze, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, raichi jingo.

𝜗𝜚. hhehehe did u guys realize title was based off frank ocean’s song,,,, but anyways hi! first bllk fic since like last year or so, and this has been in drafts for a whole year omfg but anyways I hope u guys like this!! please like and reblog if you did hehehwheh…

[loneisland]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄

Would people still adore you if they uncovered the secrets you’ve been burying so deep? You've been walking a tightrope, flirting with danger, but now that A is on the loose, the stakes are higher than ever. Be careful—someone’s always watching.

🗝️ — fem! reader x various blue lock characters, pretty little liars au, early 2010s settings, specific warnings for each drabble

— 𝜗𝜚 CORPORATE AFFAIRS

Dating daddy’s coworker? Bold move. Wonder how he’ll feel when he finds out you’ve been mixing business with pleasure. Tick tock… – A

Who knew your father’s mixers were as effective as blind dates arranged by random friends? Oliver Aiku might be your dad’s colleague, but you’re determined not to let him slip away too soon. Too bad A doesn’t seem to want you to have it your way. The game’s just beginning.

— 𝜗𝜚 DESK DUTY

Lucky you, sneaking around with your professor! Other girls have to hit the books, you get to hit his desk. – A

Oh, you know you shouldn’t. Yukimiya Kenyu is nothing if not sweet, and there’s a nagging guilt in the pit of your stomach, knowing you’re pulling him deeper into your web. But don’t worry—A will make sure you feel just guilty enough… maybe even a little more. The stakes are rising.

— 𝜗𝜚 TARGET PRACTICE

Heads up, BFFs! It’s open season on cheaters, and I’m hunting… — A

It was all a giant accident. You’d accidentally dragged this Itoshi Rin out of the bar, accidentally tangled yourself up with him, and accidentally woken up beside him the next morning. Calling him back? Another accident. But cheating is a dirty game, and A isn’t about to let you forget it.

— 𝜗𝜚 OUT OF BOUNDS

Poor you. Always eyeing your brother’s best friend. But remember, if you kiss, I tell. – A

Summer breaks were meant for bikinis, poolside lounging, and flipping through gossip magazines under the sun. Toss in your brother’s best friend Itoshi Sae—a little too close for comfort lately—and suddenly, things get a whole lot hotter. Now A has everything they need to make this summer unforgettable—for all the wrong reasons.

— 𝜗𝜚 THE THINGS WE DO

Breaking hearts and family rules, one crush at a time. Keep digging yourself deeper—this hole’s just getting juicier. Kisses. – A

You love your sister—well, most of the time, anyway. The only problem is, you love her boyfriend Michael Kaiser a whole lot more. It’s messy, it’s wrong, but it’s yours to bear. Or at least it was, until A decided to dangle your secret by a thread, ready to unravel everything with a single pull.

[meracyn]

“don’t cry, darling. please,” he murmurs, gently stroking your hair in a way that only makes your heart ache even more. “it’s okay, i’m here.”

guilt twisted in his chest as he watched tears roll down your cheeks, realizing how much his words had affected you. but this was why he told you beforehand— to prevent you from clinging onto false hope.

was it really his fault that you still developed feelings for him?

“we’ll only be friends, nothing more.” he recalled saying at the time.

you, on the other hand, agreed without thinking. the possibility of falling in love with him didn’t cross your mind back then.

what if you had been braver? confessed sooner, before he told you he had someone else? would things have ended differently?

would he have chosen you instead?

each thought weighed heavier than the last in your chest.

yet, he still held you in his arms. “hey, look at me,” his finger hooked under your chin, tilting your face upwards to meet his softened gaze, thumb brushing your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

“you don’t deserve to cry over someone like me..” his tone dropped to a low whisper, dripping with genuine sincerity. he paused for a moment, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“please don’t cry anymore, angel.”

the warmth of his touch along with the comfort of his words made your heart start to ache once again, torn between the pain of his words and the love you can’t help but feel for him.

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i wrote this with aiku in mind but now idk if he actually fits this..

[alaia777]

movies i’d pair with the blue lock guys

how to lose a guy in 10 days - oliver

i just think how to lose a guy in 10 days fits oliver so much. i can imagine him making a bet with his friends about how he can get any woman he wants to fall in love with him. he meets you, and coincidentally, you’ve made the same bet with your friends. the difference? you need to drive him away in 10 days.

he’s kind and charming, planning dates he knows you’ll love. you, on the other hand, show up to his practice with a cute lunchbox covered in cartoon characters and a smoothie in a hello kitty bottle. as if that isn’t enough, you yell, “go for it, sugar booger!” every time he needs to concentrate, throwing him off completely and causing him to make mistake after mistake.

you take things further, showing up while he’s out with his friends, carrying an album of “your future kids together,” complete with photoshopped pictures of your faces. when he gets home from that hangout, he finds his house decorated with flowers, pictures of you, and stuffed animals, along with a note on the table: “take care of them as if they were our babies. i’m going to check on them! — your honey bunny :)”

he’s already at his wit’s end with your antics. but then comes the moment. you know the one—when ben saw andie in that yellow dress and placed his hand on his heart? that’s him when he sees you wearing that exact dress, standing as his plus-one at the gala he was invited to.

you find out about his bet first, and you’re furious—even though you were doing the same thing. when he finds out about yours, he’s just as angry. but after the heat of the argument dies down, neither of you can deny the truth: somewhere along the way, it stopped being about winning and became about each other.

and maybe, just maybe, neither of you want the game to end.

13 going on 30 - rin

i always imagined that the person rin would end up with would be someone he knew as a kid. with this one, there’s a little twist—besides the whole waking up in the body of a 30-year-old. rin is the one who finds himself successful, with the football career he always wanted, finally stepping out of his brother’s shadow. he had everything he ever worked for, so why did it still feel like something was missing?

one night, while scrolling on his phone, he came across a post from a mutual friend. they mentioned that you were in the same city as him, and without thinking, he tracked you down, looking for some kind of closure.

when he saw you again, he couldn’t believe his eyes—how much you’d changed, how much you’d grown, and yet, how you were still just as beautiful as he remembered. you, on the other hand, didn’t recognize him at first. it had been years since you’d last seen each other, and while you weren’t holding a grudge against him for leaving, you hadn’t forgotten that he chose his dream over you. and the years that followed? he never checked in, never reached out—not even once. so when he showed up, you weren’t exactly keen on welcoming him back into your life.

still, something in his eyes made you pause. despite the hurt, you decided to hear him out, agreeing to spend the afternoon catching up. the two of you wandered the city, sharing recommendations and reliving bits of the past. you even ended up at a sports bar, where they were replaying a match rin had played in just a week ago.

“you’re a star now. why are you hanging out with someone like me after all these years?” you teased, a light smile on your face. but the words hit rin differently, pulling him deeper into thoughts he wasn’t ready to face.

by the end of the day, he finally found out why you were in the city—the reason you were here in the first place. your engagement.

the word hung in the air, cutting through the quiet between you. you said it casually, like it wasn’t earth-shattering, like it didn’t crack something deep inside him. you smiled as you mentioned your fiancé, your plans for the future, and rin felt something cold settle into his chest.

he didn’t know why it hurt this much. after all, he was the one who left. he was the one who chose football, who walked away from everything that could’ve been. but standing there, looking at you and the happiness in your eyes, it hit him—he hadn’t just left you behind. he’d left behind a part of himself.

and now it was too late.

the proposal - sae

honestly, while writing rin’s part, i couldn’t help but feel how well it would fit sae too. but i had another idea in mind, something a little more fun, and somehow, the theme of the proposal came into play. imagine this: you’re the intern to his manager, always being looked down on by him, ridiculed for your “stupid” wardrobe, and treated like you’re invisible.

things take a wild turn when, through a series of unfortunate events, sae almost finds himself getting deported back to japan. the reason? his visa wasn’t sorted out in time, and his team just couldn’t get everything in order. in a desperate attempt to solve the issue, his manager hatches a plan—you two are engaged and about to be married.

you hated the idea. absolutely disgusted by it. and sae? well, he couldn’t care less, as long as it got him out of the mess. before long, he found himself sitting at your family’s table in the middle of nowhere, in a tiny village with almost no phone signal. the plan was simple—tell your family the engagement is real and keep up the charade for a while.

before that though, there was the immigration officer incident. sae, in his usual overconfident way, tried bribing the officer to smooth things over, but instead almost landed himself in jail. somehow, that’s how he ended up stuck at your family’s house, with no way out of this ridiculous engagement ruse.

things started to go awry right away. sleeping on the floor, waking up at the crack of dawn because of him, and having to endure his morning yoga routine like it was some kind of ritual. you really couldn’t imagine how anyone could fall for someone like him.

but your family? they were determined to make the best of the situation. they dragged him to the bar, took him fishing, and tried to include him in everything else. sae grumbled through it all, but he didn’t hold back on his frustration. he even ended up reluctantly playing football with them, but everything else? no chance. he hated it. the awkward family dinners, the endless chatter, the ridiculous games—he was done with it all.

and then there was your ex-boyfriend. perfect in every way, smiling at things like tree branches, wearing ridiculous clothes, and seemingly so happy in ways sae could never understand. he watched you together, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t explain.

the whole situation was supposed to be temporary. sae just had to play along, pretend to be the future husband, and somehow make it through without drawing attention to how forced everything was. but somewhere between the early mornings, the family outings, and the odd moments of silence, something started to change.

by the time everything was sorted and sae was on his way back, you weren’t sure what to make of it all.

the door closed behind him, but somehow, you knew things weren’t as simple as they seemed. something had shifted, and you couldn’t tell if it was just the act or something more.

ೃ༄ i wanted to leave the endings open, to give room for interpretation. what do you guys think? :)

ೃ༄ i’m going to do a part 2 with different characters, but this time the movies won’t be rom-coms !