#Pablo Luna

[mod-a-day]

Erol Otus, Pablo Luna Ur-Quan Kzer-Za Theme (𝚄𝚁𝚀.𝙼𝙾𝙳, "The Ur-Quan Hierarchy" Remix) Star Control II: The Ur-Quan Masters (1992) Toys For Bob

I debated whether or not to credit myself (as "Joseph Collins") in this one. Basically, I remixed the tune and Pablo remixed my remix (with my permission). However, his remix sounds almost nothing like mine does, but he did give me a "special thanks" in the song information.

Ultimately, though, I decided not to. It's his remix, through and through. He just used my version as a "base". (:

~ J

[aninipanin1]

I love your manager reader fics 💕💖💕

I'm curious about adult manager reader first interaction with the world 5 tho 👀 you only write them a bit in passing but I love to read more about em

MISS RIGHT

Notes: I am so glad you asked for this AHAHAHAH and thank you so much for the support

"You all will be staying here until the matches start, which is scheduled until the end of the second selection. You will be alerted of when this is, so as of now, you all can do whatever it is you wish, even heading out of the facility if ever."

Anri nodded her head at the five players from all over the world, trying her best to make sure her English was atleast understandable. The players did not seem to pay attention to her words all that much, just nodding off at the brief explanation. After all, they were just after the check and well, a few of their own personal agendas. Not anything serious. And well, Anri did not mind at all, leaving them the moment all was said and done.

The facility was rather big, well it was big from the outside but on the inside, it was definitely bigger. Especially since they heard it housed more than 200 teenagers, who all lived here. Well, surely it has to be really big to be comfortable, or it's not and its conditions are inhumane which would definitely get the authorities involved, especially since most of the participants were minors. So that means it was the former.

And with that, each of the 5 foreign players headed somewhere to quell their boredom.

LEONARDO LUNA

The Spanish player found himself resting in one of the lounge areas of the separated stratum for the staffs to work on to avoid any of the players seeing him and finding out the second plan for their second selection.

He scrolled through his phone mindlessly, finding it a tad bit boring since there was really nothing new about the topics that he liked in general. And he would have continued to be bored until he heard a minor 'thud' hit the floor near him. He admitted, it made his heart jump, and his head whipped in the direction immediately.

Thankfully, it was not as bad as he thought it was, seeing the thud was of a huge pile of papers instead of the person themself slipping on the floor. Like the supposed gentleman he was, he walked to yoh and helped with gathering the scattered paperwork.

"Thank you so much! Sorry for the bother!"

You said, continuously bowing her head while scampering to pick up the paper. It was in Japan's native language, so Luna had no way of understanding what the words were. However, understanding the apologetic tone and the many bows that he knows are respect of some sort in the culture of Japan, he had a vague idea at least.

'Must be something like thank you in Japanese...?'

"It's nothing, Miss-"

He cut himself off, though, when he looked down at the contents of the papers in his hands. It was printed with different japanese texts, all he could not understand, but there are drawings and sketches about some sort of strategy for a real 11 vs 11 match, probably for practice sessions.

But, the placements of the positions were definitely... interesting and even unconventional, to say the least. But, it peeked his interest enough for him to ask you about it.

"Hmm, may I ask Miss. Did you make these?"

Realizing that you were talking to THE Leonardo Luna made you nervous. Clearing your throat, you nodded and spoke in English to try and hopefully cross the language barrier.

"Yes, I did, Sir. Um, I'm the manager and a helper of Ego-san when it comes to training the players."

"Hmm."

He hummed, and that only made the nerves worse. You knew he was judging the positions of the practice sheets you made, which were all just theories you made and have yet to test out. But, here it was, being looked at by a world class player.

'Out of all my work, why this one?!' You panicked in your mind.

However, instead of the scrutiny you thought it would face, he looked to be impressed. Eyes moving about the paper and his mind seeming to run about how each scenario may work, and needless to say, he was impressed with how you formed such a creative way of arranging players with differing talents and skills.

He then looked at you. For someone who does not look like much, you exceeded his expectations. He'd give it to you, you have a creative yet logical and sound mind, a mix of opposing characteristics but meshed well in the sport.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Luna?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. Just continue being creative, Ms. I like the way your brain works."

He said, leaning close to your face with a smirk filled with mischief and a hint of amazement. Huh, looks like this place is not that bad. He thought the people in here either ranged from crazy to idiotic, but, there are still some people here that is worth the attention.

Needless to say, your first impression on him was more than good.

ADAM BLAKE

It was a few days before the end of the second selection was set, and you were as busy as ever. Stopping by a water fountain set up around the facility, you stopped for a moment to refill your water tumbler while balancing your tablet.

It did not take long before you finished the small task, but before you left the place, you felt someone behind you, his closeness apparent from the way you felt his breath touch the nape of your skin and his body slightly against your back as if your sixth sense themselves felt the pinch of the person's presence.

"Well, well...I did not know there was a beautiful manager around here."

You stopped typing on your tablet before turning around to find yourself face to face with the infamous English player. He was almost twice the size of you, having the advantage of playing a sport professionally and all.

And that fact intimidated you, gulping at the flirtatious smirk on his face as he leaned even more to you while you pulled back to try and avoid his face as much as you could.

"Um, pardon, sir-"

"Adam is fine, sweethcheeks. Damn, you're even prettier up close."

'What is even happening...'

The proximity made you even more nervous and confused. Out of all the people, it was you that he had to approach? And besides, does he not feel shame that there are cameras around the facility or the fact that someone may just pass by and walk in on you two like this? Oh, the scandal that might ensue will ruin your whole career!

And you being quite responsible, knew that the only way to avoid that was to avoid the man himself. So you did just that, calm and sweetly letting him down as best as you can without having to anger him or potentially your and his career.

"Um, I'm so sorry, Mr. Blake, but I have to go and do my work." You tried to walk to his side and escape, only for him to slide in front of you again, the smirk on his face growing wider.

"Hey now, there's no need to be scared. I don't bite, unless you want me to."

He used the fact that he was double your size, trapping you to receiving his flirtatious words and gazes. Truthfully, before he saw you, he was starting to get bored due to the lack of entertainment in the facility. So, when he heard there was a female manager walking around the facility that was his age, he wanted to see what you were about.

And well, at first he was disappointed. You looked...plain. Not bad looking, in fact, you were pretty, but very much like a plain Jane. Maybe it was because he was used to seeing the most beautiful of actors and models that he is a bit insentivized with appearances, and that was how he felt.

But, the moment you did catch his attention was when he heard Luna start to talk about you. The Spanish player would always mention you in passing conversations about football and just general topics, he seemed to genuinely love to talk about you and about how you were supposedly smart and unique in your own ways.

At first, he was annoyed at this. He just could not shut up about you, can't he? But, he wanted to look at this from another perspective. So, here he was now, trying his best to find out what was so interesting about you in the best way he knew possible. He was bored too, so why not?

"Um please, I really have to go."

"Ah-ah, not yet, sweetheart. Why not stay here for a bit? I can-"

But to his surprise, you were not taking 'no's seriously, only your job was serious in your mind and at that current moment, you really needed to continue it. So, you crouched and ran out of his hold before scurrying away like a skittish animal.

"I'm so sorry, sir! But I really needed to go. Bye."

You kept the politeness before vanishing through the many halls of the facility, leaving him starstrucked. In all his life, there had been many instances of him being rejected. Sure, most of the time the girls were more than willing to flirt with him, but that does not mean there have been a few share who immediately turned him down.

So why was this different?

It was probably the way your eyes looked. Instead of the usual flushed expression followed by an annoyed tone, instead he was met with only a distracted haze in your eyes. Like, your mind did not even set in the fact that he was flirting with you, that you were too focused in whatever you were about to do.

Like you were close to clueless about his intentions. Or maybe, you just did not care at all, finding your job much more fulfilling and important to pay attention to.

And this ignited something in him. He always did love a bit of a challenge in everything, especially women. He'll take on the challenge of making you start to pay attention to him, to the point that you will be distracted by him.

'Hm, let's see how much you interest me even more as time passes, Miss Y/n.'

PABLO CAVAZOS

"You mean, I don't look good in green?"

The Argentinian frowned at the advice, not in a malicious way that he disregarded your opinion, but in a disappointed way that one of his main favourite colors to wear clashed with his bright hair.

"That doesn't mean you can't wear it anymore though. I think a muted green would look really good, just not neon green."

You added with a smile. Out of all the players in World 5, you became the closest with Cavazos a lot (with a few exceptions), and this was due to how in some strange way, you two had a lot in common. From your likes in food and entertainment to the love of cute things and even some of your habits.

And that all started with this certain conversation when the player walked out of his room wearing a neon green sweater, and you being you, started to talk about possible combinations of color that may fit him as well as color theory for some reason.

"But, I think monochrome fits you the best. So your eyes and hair can pop even more!"

Now, Pablo was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he did not care for what other people usually told him. Due to his eccentric looks, he was always the point of attention, someone people would pay attention to immediately in a large room whether it was for good or not.

He has been told most of his life how to present himself. What are the best ways to suit his features with something. To wear something that would get the attention off of his hair and eyes and instead have it mix in with the rest of his outfit, or to even cut his hair so he won't be as distracting. But, one moment, it's as if he had some sort of epiphany.

He realized that those people, were not looking out for him as he thought they initially. Instead, they wanted him to stop shining because of who he really is. They wanted to take his star quality and shine away, the things that made him unique out of everyone in the world.

So he stopped listening to what everyone said, and instead, he tried to try and stand out more, to take more space in the eyes of the people, strangers or not. To reject any type of rejection towards his true self.

Atleast, that's what he should do with you. To tell you to stop giving him opinions that just take away to who he truly is. But, instead he listens intently, nodding and even sparing a smile at some lighthearted jokes you'd mix in.

Why? He doesn't know why, either. Maybe it was the tone of your voice. One filled with happiness and genuineness, not that of condescension. You just gave genuine advice, not force them unto him, the shine in your eyes telling him there was no malice or want to suppress him, but instead a longing to find him succeed in even something so small like clothing choices.

So, he listens to you ramble about color theory and takes into mind what you were telling him, even at the expense of changing his fashion choices.

And you continued your mindless chatter, until you realized that you did not have any position to tell a man of his fame and standing what to do, when everything he currently did seemed to work.

On reflex, you tried covering your mouth, gasping a bit at the realization.

"I'm so sorry for babbling too much! I-"

But, he only cut you off. Taking your wrist in his hand, his face remaining emotionless and cool as he just shook his head.

"No, no. I like all your advice. Please continue."

DADA SILVA

"How am I even going to carry all of these?"

You mumbled as you looked at the large boxes that were in the storage room, all stacked upon each other. You can already feel the strain on your back and bones at the prospect of carrying the heavy boxes and transferring them to another room.

The current storage room was deemed a bit big to just be a storage room, so to make use of the space, everything in it will be transferred in a different and smaller room. Unfortunately for you, you were the only one currently available to make the move.

Not complaining anymore, you used your brain to make the move a bit easier. Using carts and other contraptions to move the heavy boxes. But of course, even with this, moving dozens of heavy boxes was not an easy feat for one woman.

"Ugh, just a few more...and then maybe, I can get some rest."

But to your surprise, the box in your hand that was a point of struggle for you was taken out of your hands gently. Blinking at the sudden predicament, you looked up to find a familiar figure standing tall, his arms carrying the boxes with ease as if they did not have any significant weight to them.

"Pardon for the sudden intrusion, but I can't just let a lady continue struggling."

"Oh, Sir Silva, you didn't have to-"

"It's nothing. It's only a few boxes."

He shrugged and continued the walk, you led the way, hand still pushing the rest of the boxes on the cart now that your hands were free. If you were not gonna lie, you definitely felt somewhat nervous.

Why would you not be? You let someone like THE Dada Silva help you out in something so miniscule. Sure, he offered, but he was legit being paid millions by the facility and the JFU, and you were letting him do peasant work? Oh, how the heads will kill you if they find out the stunt you pulled.

Nevertheless, you gave a bright smile filled with gratitude.

"Thank you so much for the help, Mr. Silva...I am REALLY sorry for inconveniencing you."

The man could not help the soft smile that pulled on his face. The look in your eyes, even the fidgety look in your figure, definitely showed how genuine you were about the gratitude and apology. Not that he wanted one. It was just common sense for a man to help a lady that he could see was in need.

But, it did feel a little lighter and more fun when you gave him the sweetest thank you and smile he was ever given by anyone.

You had been the talk between the rest of his fellow players. From Luna's neverending praise for your intelligence and creativity, to Cavazos' rain of appreciation and mentions of your open and kind personality, and even Blake's nonstop plans of wanting to impress you himself, and supposedly redeem himself in your eyes, whatever that meant.

So, naturally, he got curious, too. All the words they threw about you were all a jumbled mess, different perspectives of different people towards one individual. And so, due to this, he cannot really make out who you really were or what type of person you were.

So, he went to investigate himself, not wanting to rely on hearsay. He approached you, finding it a good moment to see you struggling with the boxes. It can be less awkward when he has another reason to talk with you other than his own curiousity!

And, he can safely say he can definitely see what each of them talked about. Your words carried hidden intelligence to them, your words being softly spoken yet had a sharpness to them that only someone with a deep understanding of the topic can ever hold.

He can also see that you were sweet to the core. Just your aura alone exuded that same kindness your voice did, making him ease to you. When was the last time he had a very innocent interaction with someone, especially a woman, like this again?

Now, it was not that he villainized everybody around him. No, he knew some people who were genuinely good. But most of them were only good to him due to some sort of agenda that hid deep in their hearts. Whether it is a professional relation filled with nothing but serious countenance and formal conversations, or a more give and take relationship, one that was a bit more intimate, but not something genuine. Instead, it was all about what to receive off of pretending to be in a more personal relationship, either supposed friendship or romantic relations.

But with this, it feels so much more freeing. So much more chill and flowy, like the careless waves of the ocean. One that was there just because of mutual respect towards each other as human beings who have complex emotions and feelings.

"Thank you for the small conversation, Mr. Silva! It definitely cured my boredom in moving these boxes."

"Like I said, it's nothing, Ms. Y/n. I had fun too."

For now, there was nothing much to it. Just two people having fun talking to the other, finding the difference and similarities between the other entertaining enough for the genuine laughter.

But, who's to say this moment filled with a barrage of kaleidoscope colors is a one-off thing that can never repeat in this supposed monotonous facility?

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Y/n: *Accidentally rizzing the four World 5 members.*

Meanwhile, Y/n with Loki: You're really cute. I can adopt you too like the other 300 under boys I already adopted-

Loki: ...pardon?

I hate school so much, but your girl has to keep her honour student shebang cause why not?

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[lunaandco]

the playlist

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: lola met a boy through her public spotify playlists. the boy turn out to be someone her madridista boyfriend hates.

warnings: toxic boyfriend (not gavi)

taglist: @htpssgavi; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

"He's so fucking annoying," Lucas said, pointing at the boy on the TV, complaining to the ref about some foul he might or might not have committed. Lola sighed.

"He seems passionate..." she said, but it was the wrong thing.

"You only say that because he's pretty. All the girls love him and they have zero ball knowledge."

Lola didn't reply, because he was right in a couple of things. She had no idea about football, and the boy on the screen was cute. But that was not why she had said that. She just felt like Lucas was being a bit unreasonable. Either way there was no point in arguing. If Lucas decided Gavi was annoying, she had no chance to change his mind.

The game progressed and Lola stopped paying attention. She had been the one to offer to watch it with him, but it was clear Lucas abhorred her questions or remarks. She checked her phone, noticing that her secret online friend had not replied yet.

She had met Pablo by accident, when he started following all of her playlists on Spotify and tracking her Insta account to follow. He had excellent music taste, if she could say so, and never devalued her tastes and interests.

He was a very good friend, Lola thought. She wished she could actually meet him in person, since they both seemed to live in Barcelona, but Pablo had been reluctant every single time.

She guessed it was for the best. Lucas would go crazy if he heard that she was meeting some guy alone.

"Fucking asshole, he's such a fucking cunt," Lucas was complaining about Gavi again, who was now forehead to forehead with one of the Madrid players—Lola did not know which one. "He's not even talented he only knows how to foul people."

Lola did not reply, letting Lucas vent. She was pretty sure she had seen the guy pull some impressive dribbles and stop more than one attack without fouling, but she was no expert.

And it was not her problem, anyway.

💙❤️

Pablo replied hours later, apologising because he was at work. Lola had already realised that whatever job he had, the hours were weird as fuck. There was a time she even theorised he might have been a stripper, but abandoned the idea later when she realised he also worked in the weekdays.

pablo306: have you listened to the new quevedo album? my coworkers won't stop spamming it, im literally going crazy

lola_garrido: I've heard a couple of songs, but not all. Sounds cool though

Lola was not really into that style of music, but from time to time she liked dipping her toes on it. Pablo was more broad in that sense. His playlists were crazy diverse, songs from different styles and eras all clashing to convey whatever mood he wanted.

pablo306: how have you been doing today?

lola_garrido: nice, nice. had to watch el clasico with my boyfriend

pablo306: oooohh is he culer?

lola_garrido: quite the contrary

pablo306: ew

pablo306: red flag

lola_garrido: lol

lola_garrido: he seems to hate barça quite a lot. specially this guy, the pretty one

pablo306: pedri?

lola_garrido: the other one, the one from the princess.

pablo306: ah, gavi

pablo306: do you hate him too?

lola_garrido: nah

lola_garrido: he seems funny

pablo306: funny?

lola_garrido: yeah, idk. like he's got a big personality and all

Lola heard Lucas exit the shower, which meant her time with Pablo was over.

lola_garrido: my boyfriend's back gotta go <3

Lola smiled at Lucas when he got back to the room. He was in a bad mood because of the defeat, Barça had demolished Madrid 0-4.

Lucas fell into the bed with her and started kissing her neck.

"Not today," she said almost immediately. He relationship with Lucas had died out months ago. She would have broken up with him back then if it wasn't for the state of the housing market in Barcelona. The apartment she shared with Lucas was small, but it was a gift from heaven when it came to the price, affordable for a young couple. Lola has been searching for a room somewhere, without luck, and until she was sure she could have a place to fall back, she could not break up with him.

It was not wise.

"Oh, c'mon, you never want to," complained Lucas.

"I'm tired."

"You're always tired. You did nothing tiring today."

Lola rolled her eyes.

"I don't want to, Lucas," she muttered. "That should be enough."

Lucas hissed in frustration, and turned on the bed. Lola stared at his back before grabbing her phone again.

pablo306: does he know you talk to me?

lola_garrido: he woukd have a meltdown. he always does when I talk to a man for more than 3 sec

pablo306: oh. right

lola_garrido: is it a problem?

Lola bit her lip. She had already pissed Lucas off. The last thing that she wanted was to drive Pablo away too.

pablo306: no its just

pablo306: I was wondering if you'd like to meet that's all.

lola_garrido: I would love to

pablo306: but if its going to get you in trouble with your bf I don't want to. I don't want to get in any trouble

lola_garrido: well having a friend its not cheating. he can't be mad about that, no?

pablo306: you'd be surprised

💙❤️

Lola was pissed. Her relationship with Lucas was worse every day, but the fact that Pablo refused to meet her because he did not want to trigger him in some noble gesture broke the camel's back.

She was tired of feeling like she was chained to a boy who only wanted one thing and one thing only, who never really asked her about anything and would only monologue about his interests. That never even tried to listen to the music she loved.

Lola was mature enough to recognise that at some point she had developed a crush on Pablo, whoever that boy was. She wished she could see a picture of his face. Pablo had no prophile picture, no image showing his face on his account. He knew what she looked like, but she didn't know him.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she arrived home and found Lucas with a girl on his lap, kissing her neck.

Lola did not scream, did not cry. She took a step back and left their home again.

lola_garrido: I hate it here.

lola_garrido: do you know anyone that needs a roomate?

pablo306: my sister actually

pablo306: let me text her

pablo306: is everything okay?

lola_garrido: found Lucas with another girl

pablo306: send me your address. I'll be there to pick you and your things up

💙❤️

Half an hour later, an expensive looking car parked in her street. A boy her age jumped out, immediately walking towards her. Lola vaguely recognised him: he was that player Lucas hated so much, Gavi.

But he called her name, and she realised with a mixture of horror and irony that he was Pablo, her Pablo. Lola melted into the hug, trying to quiet her mind from the thousand questions assaulting her.

"Should I call you Pablo or Gavi?"

He smiled, thin lips revealing pointy teeth.

"No one calls me Pablo."

"Gavi, then."

It would take a while, for her to conflate the image of Pablo with the concept of Gavi, but she'd manage. Lola followed him up to her own apartment, crossing paths with a very embarrassed mistress that refused to look into their faces.

"That's a downgrade," muttered Gavi when she was out of sight. Lola flushed. Lucas met them by the front door. His hair was a mess, his expression was crazed out.

"Lola, I'm sorry I can explain, I—" he cut himself when he realised who was with her. "What—"

"If you don't mind, we have to pick up some stuff—" Gavi pushed past Lucas, who was gaping at them.

"You were cheating on me?" He had no business sounding so outraged. Lola pushed past him too.

"No. I just happen to have kind friends."

💙❤️

They locked themselves in the bedroom, Gavi helping Lola put all of her clothes in a suitcase and all ofbher school things in her bag. He was oddly organised, the discipline that had taken him to the highest level coming in handy.

Lucas kept calling from the outside, screaming and arguing alone, trying to get them to snap.

Lola could only watch Gavi, who she had pegged for a highly emotional person, carefully arranging her sweaters, doing a perfect job at ignoring her boyfriend.

Once they were ready to leave, Lola unlocked the door. Lucas was immediately upon them, but they kept ignoring his taunts and claims.

"I'll be back later this week to pick up the thing that are left," Lola told him. She did not care to argue. She wasn't sure when she had become so indifferent to Lucas, but it was nice to know he had no power over her.

"She's not worth it, bro," attempted Lucas. "Dhe barely wants to fu—"

Before Lucas could finish the sentence, that already had Lola flinching, Gavi dropped the bag on the floor and grabbed her ex-boyfriend by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall.

"Shut the fuck up," he threatened. It was hard for Lola to picture her funny and witty Pablo with the harsh Gavi in front of her. His big brown eyes were fixed on Lucas, the decisive anger she had seen during matches directed towards the boy. "If she's too much of a woman for you, that is your issue, not hers."

Gavi dropped Lucas, whose hatred fro the Barça player was quietened by his fear. Then Lola understood one thing. That fiery, angry side of Gavi only came out when he had to protect the things he loved. In the pitch it was his club, but here... it was her.

Gavi offered Lola his hand, and they descended back to the street together, fingers interwoven like the songs in their joint playlist.

"Let me take care of you, alright?" He asked, lifting her hand to his lips. Lola sighed, as the sun hit her face. Finally, she felt loved.

[milaisreading]

i wonder what would happen if the world 5 were to meet the ex husband/fiance

🌱🩷: HERE U GOOOO!! Took me a good minute to finish this😭 thanks for the request!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

It was a semi-normal day in (Y/n)'s life. Well, as normal as it could be now that Ego had left her to supervise the World 5 around Tokyo. After days of begging and pleading from Pablo's side, Ego and their managers approved of them going on a small spree around Japan's capital. (Y/n) was dragged into this by Loki, although the boy meant all the best, she still would have rather stayed in the warm facility than walking around cold Tokyo. But, she couldn't complain much either, she got a paid day off!

'Well, at least they get to relax today. Ego-san can be really tyrannical with pros as well.' The woman chuckled nervously as she watched them look around the market while she drank the hot chocolate, then looked back to where Loki was.

"What do you have there?" (Y/n) asked the teen, who was holding a box with some anime prints.

"It's a figurine from a show I used to watch when I was still in elementary school! I can't believe I actually found this!" Loki said excitedly, causing (Y/n) to smile in endearment.

'Prodigy or not, he is still a kid. He reminds me a lot of Niko when he behaves like this.' She thought, watching as the boy took out his wallet to pay to the salesman. The woman quickly sprung into action and followed after him.

"Wait. Let me do the talking."

"Huh? Why?" Loki wondered as the woman moved closer to him, keeping the same smile on her face. Although, it looked a little bit tense.

"We are at a local market here, Loki-kun. And people here will charge you more if they hear you speak English to them."

Loki blinked at her.

"Why would anyone do that? I am sure that's just a rumor."

"Oh my sweet summer child." (Y/n) sighed dramatically and pat his head.

"Just stick by me in this one."

"But, what about them? They would be in the same boat as I am." (Y/n) looked over at the 4 adults Loki was pointing at, who were looking at the different souvenirs the salespeople were offering them.

"I will deal with that as well. For now, you are more important since you are a child."

(Y/n) hummed a little and took the box out of Loki's hands, the boy quickly following after her.

Nearby, an unfamiliar man stared at (Y/n) in surprise, face going pale like he saw a ghost.

'(Y/n)... Am I seeing things?! Is that really her?'

----

"What do you have there?" Adam raised an eyebrow as he saw Luna hold a bag, peaking inside, he saw it was a (f/c) bear.

"A plush toy? I didn't take you to like stuff like that." Adam teased the blonde, who glared at him while trying to fight down a blush. The Spaniard looked down at the bag the Brit was holding, only to find a (f/c), stuffed dog.

"Shut it. It isn't for me- And you have one as well!"

"What isn't for you?" Pablo raised an eyebrow while holding 2 bigger Hello kitty dolls. This sight didn't surprise the two, knowing how much the Argentinian liked cute things, or whatever he deemed cute.

"Shouldn't we go and look for (Y/n) and Loki? We really went further away from them than we should have." Silva argued, interrupting their talk for a moment.

"And why do you have a stuffed animal?"

The three pros wondered as the saw the Brazilian holding a (f/c) dolphin plushie.

"I bought this for (Y/n). She said she likes these things to collect." Silva explained simply, not giving his words much of a thought.

"What? No, you can't do that!" Adam and Luna yelled as some of the passerbys sent them confused looks.

"And why not?"

"Because... I got her that already. And,I did if first, so you pick something else." Adam said proudly, earning glare from Luna and Silva now.

"Since when do you make the rules here? And I got her a plush as well. A much better one." Luna smirked as the other two protested. Pablo, growing annoyed cleared his throat, catching the attention of the three.

"All of you get some petty little plushies for her-"

"Hey!"

"Pablo, they are not!"

"Who died and made you king?"

The Argentinian ignored all three and pointed at the two Hello kitty plushies he was holding.

"I, on the other hand bough a plushie for her and myself. Hello kitty ones. The ones couples buy for each other."

Pablo smirked when he saw their faces turn redder in anger, but before anyone could say anything, Loki ran towards them.

"Thank God I found you guys. I need your help." Loki panted as he stopped running, the anger the trio felt got replaced by confusion.

"Why are you running?" Adam wondered.

"And where is (Y/n)? Don't tell me you left her alone and defenseless." Silva wondered as Loki sweatdropped.

"Calm down, she is fine.... Somewhat."

"Somewhat?" Luna raised an eyebrow.

"And why did you put the translators on?" Pablo wondered.

"I needed them. Listen, there is a guy talking to (Y/n) right now, and as far as I got he wants her to come home with him? I don't know, but they seem to know each other-"

Loki stopped talking as he noticed the blank looks on their faces, regretting he blurted it out like that.

'Shit...' The French boy thought as Luna cleared his throat.

"Ok. Hold this. I will handle it. Where is she?" The Spaniard gave Loki the bag he was holding as the player pointed in the direction he came from.

"Dowm there. At the entrance of the market."

"Ok." The cold tone in Luna's voice scared Loki even more as he watched the Spaniard put on the earbuds Ego gave them.

"I will come with you." Silva said, handing the plush to Loki and following after Luna.

'I never saw him frown like that! Scary!' Loki shuddered, as the other two gave him their items before following after the two, not saying anything.

'I will kick that guy's ass.' Adam thought, keeping his anger in check as Pablo pouted, equally mad.

'Some guy wants to take her home? The hell?!'

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Meanwhile, (Y/n) was trying to find any possible way out of talking to the man who previously spotted her. Who was her former fiancé. The woman was basically at her wits end by now, with him not being able to take a no, and now Loki being gone.

'What do I do now? I couldn't have lost him, right?' She tried to excuse herself, but the man quickly grabbed her hand.

"What now?" (Y/n) asked, sounding annoyed as she looked back at him.

"Come on, please. I know I messed up. But, I am really sorry. Can't you reconsider your answer?" The man asked, tightening his grip around her wrist. The woman flinched a little, not wanting to cause a scene, especially with how popular Blue lock was getting, they didn't need unnecessary press.

"No. I don't love you anymore, and you don't love me either."

"I do love you. I really want you back."

"You had me at one point, but you lost me the moment you cheated. I really wish I didn't buy that wedding dress if I knew."

The man sighed, looking annoyed that she brought it up. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, finally tugging her hand out of his grip and backing away.

"Hey wait." The man said, about to grab her hand again.

"I think that's enough." Luna's voice surprised both of them, especially the man since it was in English.

"Huh?" She blinked as Luna pushed him away, quite harshly if she could say so.

Pablo and Adam quickly pulled her behind Silva.

"Where did you guys come from?" (Y/n) asked in surprise and confusion, thinking that they may have already left the market grounds, and not expecting them to be at the entrance again.

"Don't worry about us. We are here to take care of this asshole for you." Pablo said as he joined in on Silva and Luna berating the man in English and in their native languages.

"It's fine. You don't have to put your reputation at risk here." (Y/n) quickly said as she tried to calm everyone down, but it fell on deaf ears.

"No need to worry about us. We will take care of the creep very fast." Adam sent her a smile before joining the rest. The woman heard footsteps behind her and quickly turned around thinking it was the police, only to find Loki holding a bunch of plushies.

"I am so sorry for leaving you alone like that. Is the creep gone?" Loki said apologetically as he looked at the group and then back at (Y/n).

"He isn't a creep, I think so. And don't apologize. I wasn't in any danger." She tried to calm the boy down.

"Not in danger? But, a random man asked you to come to his home. That's creepy."

The woman chuckled a little, not noticing that the 4 men had stopped talking to look at her.

"While he is annoying, he isn't a random man. He is my ex-fiancé."

The 4 men tensed up while the ex gulped as he felt Silva's grip around his arm tighten.

'Ex... Ex-fiancé?! This loser?! He doesn't look like he could take care of a fenced-in herd of sheep, let alone get married to (Y/n) of all people!' Luna thought in disbelief as he looked at her and then the ex.

'This is a joke, right? No way did this ugly man ever date her. She must have been brainwashed into liking him.' Pablo sent the man a glare, which caused him to flinch a little.

'This ant dated her? Was supposed to get married to her? He looks like he struggles with the basic tasks.' Silva hummed, his anger flaring up even more.

'My cute (Y/n) did so much charity work with this one. Good thing she left that behind.' Adam internally sobbed as he glared at the man as well. Even Loki was a little baffled by that revelation.

"Really? I never knew that."

"Well I never really mention him for reasons."

"Reasons?" Loki asked in genuine curiosity as the four listened in.

"Yeah, he kinda found a new woman a month before our wedding." (Y/n) chuckled nervously, unaware of the mayhem of emotions the other 4 men felt.

"So... You cheated?" Adam wondered out loud, looking back at the man, who understood a decent amount of English.

"It's not like that. We just didn't see eye to eye-"

"So you ran off to another woman? While you had someone like (Y/n)?" Silva asked in disbelief as Luna sent him a sarcastic smile.

"Well, at least she got rid of this deadweight."

"I can't believe the amount of audacity..." Pablo blinked in confusion as (Y/n) continued to call out to them to leave him alone.

"I don't think they hear you..." Loki said, getting out of his own shock.

"I can see that... I will go and solve it, you stay here."

(Y/n) told the youngest and walked up to the group to talk some sense into them.

'He.. cheated on her?! What in the world?' Loki wondered.

[xillionart]

The way Ego introduced N.E.L. Masters is basically the way an Otome game introduces its love interests okay

[y0ninah]

✭ parings:gn!reader x Luna Leonardo, Cavazos Pablo

✭ tags: sae hate ig also lunas is not really romantic but read it however you want // pablos is established relationships

✭ notes: i have no idea what is this // i have no idea which version of pablos name is correct

@gigiiiiislife @10renz0

[prefixerism]

Ive been so hyper about this game its literally the only thing im talking about in my private acc on twitter ahshdh

Just wanted to post something since its been so long!! Rn my current obsession is backyard sports 😋 mainly backyard baseball but im currently getting into the other games aswell yay! So Im gonna be posting abt it more often yaayy

[riririnnnn]

I.. I kinda don't blame these 5 for being rude.

I mean, they are Pro players and they got to play against High School-ers? Of course, it's a part-time job for them! Like, imagine being a calculus major and someone pits you against a high school-er—obviously, you are going to take the other kid lightly.

Further, what makes you think Ego didn't specifically tell them to belittle the Blue Lock-ers, so they'd know the real taste of the real world?

And if we were to ignore Luna's backhanded compliments and indirect racism, what he said here:

..isn't actually quite wrong, you know.

To put things into perspective: 300 teen-agers (yeah the numbers decrease, but still), the uniforms, the gym/other equipments, food, water, electricity, the whole Blue Lock infrastructure in itself, maintenance, etc., all for ONE striker?

You getting me?

Wack!

And then we have this goofy ahh fellow:

The PTSD in question:

He got some heavy ultra premium tungsten-coated steel balls to say those things to someone like Dada Silva.

Like, have you seen that guy's physique!?

He can literally and figuratively fold Rin in half.

And why was his ass even being so aggressive in the first place?

PARDON!?

Who taught you such things, Rin!?

I don't know about you guys, but in my culture, it's considered pretty disrespectful to even call someone by their name if there is a slightest of age gap, you have to use a term of respect/relation/honorfic, so it was a HUGE deal for me when Rin dropped that word to someone who is 11 years older than him!

I just can't fathom that scene; shiver me timbers.

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In my silly little headcanons, I, sometimes, think that Sae thought about picking Rin for the U-20 match, but then he saw the clips of Rin being a edgelord during the World Five match, and he backed away saying, "I'm not associating myself with that guy."

[luegootravez]

Luna Sobrino by © Pablo Gil

[artzytrash]

My favourite thing to do when I have a new fixation is put the character into an incorrect quotes generator and then turn those into fake tweets or messages. So I did a few with the Backyard kids. So here's part 1 of multiple.

[mod-a-day]

Eric Berge of Robots Are Supreme, Pablo Luna "Potato Juice" (Melnorme Theme) (IT Remix) Star Control II: The Ur-Quan Masters (1992, 2003) Toys For Bob

[aninipanin1]

Bachira may not like Lavinho trying to get with their manager, but which of the Blue Lock boys might actually try to get their manager with their coach? Do they support their coach or is it more like, “I don’t exactly like that our coach like our manager, but I would rather it be our coach than a different one.” And of course Anri is trying to get manager-chan with Ego, so his mood is better lol

I will just make a list of a few of them about this instead of a scenario if that's fine!

IS SUPPORTIVE/THE WINGMEN FOR THEIR MASTER COACHES:

ISAGI - Gets a little too competitive about this. Since he is a huge Noel Noa glazer, he is, of course, supportive of him and wants him to win your heart. Would ask for you to come to their stratum for advice just so that you and Noa can interact with each other. He may have been pissed with what he found out in the PXG match about Noa's intentions, but he knows that his master is trusted when it comes to other matters, so he is more than okay if you two do end up together. Lowkey, just want to make you happy, and if it means having a boyfriend who would cherish and love you. Sweet boy thinks that growing old alone is so sad and he doesn't want that to happen to you, so he is all in.

OLIVER - Listen. He loves the drama. He likes seeing Snuffy inwardly pissed off when he sees any of the master's come to you in the days of the matches or in the live cameras. Will spur Snuffy too to make him as jealous as possible by recounting to him moments between you and said other master's. Did Lavinho compliment you that day? Whispers to Snuffy about it. Did Noel Noa call for you in his office and you were there for quite a bit? Head straight for Snuffy. Thinks he is slick with women so he tries to give him advice. He also doesn't mind his coach possibly being with you since he is one if not the most responsible and emotionally available man of the four, so he wants his coach to win.

OTOYA - Loves the drama pt. 2. He is fine with Lavinho being with you, mainly because he can see how down bad his coach is and he feels a bit of pity. Thinks he is slick with women so he tries to give him advice pt. 2 (even though Lavinho doesnt really need it). He is also a gossiper when it comes to this, talking with Chigiri and Oliver for the newest gossip about the so-called reverse harem.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• ANRI (ships you and Ego)

• LOKI (because he just wants you to pick one of either the coaches or the World 5 because all of them always contact him for any news about you, because you treat him like you treat the Blue Lockers, and he is so damn tired.)

• KARASU (finds it all amusing)

DON'T REALLY CARE/DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF THE SITUATION:

BAROU - He legit couldn't care less. Your and his coach's love life is personal so why would he intrude? Well, as long as Snuffy or any of the masters don't make you cry, he's fine. He has sisters, so he's definitely protective of women as a whole, it doesn't help at all that he views you as some sort of elder sister he made in the facility, and so I bet you, he'd be the first one to beat up any of the masters, especially the one you may choose, if they ever break your heart.

CHIGIRI - Same as Barou, although he's a little bit more on the gossipy side. Listen, he's one of Blue Lock's gossip girl, convince me not. He does it with sass too. Prone to sassing Prince when it comes to him talking about you. It's nothing harmful just a bit of spazz like: "I don't think Y/n-san likes men that are this or that," whenever Chris Prince is doing or saying something questionable which will, of course, stop the master striker from doing anything. But, overall, he doesn't really care, finds it amusing, yes, but he doesn't go out of his way to spite or support any of the coaches, he's just the 3rd party watcher and listener.

NAGI - When does this boy ever care about anything? Like legit. But, of course, he does care for you one way or another, so he tries to be there for you when you are a little confused as to why the coaches were starting to act weirder and weirder around you. But, he gives like...bad advices. Like really bad, which fits his personality. He tries, okay? He's just not emotionally gifted, so forgive this cutie patootie. He's also very oblivious, like you are. I mean, you two probably share the same braincell when it comes to the matters of the heart. But, if he does find out the real reason, then he still won't care. Your life is your life anyways.

KURONA AND YUKIMIYA - They mostly just watch and react, yet theg don't actively seek information/gossip about you and the masters. Sure, they feel quite amused at what they see or even hear, but they don't have any deep care about this. Doesn't mean they don't care about you, but they just believe your life is your life and you can do whatever you want, especially since you're an adult already, and a trusted one at that. But, they won't reject any gossips they may hear or shared to them, nope.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• Most of Bastard Munchen and PXG (GAGAMARU, KIYORA, RAICHI, KAISER, NESS etc...)

AGAINST IT/THE PROTECTIVE BROTHERS LMAO:

BACHIRA - Numero uno hater of Lavinho along with the other masters and even the World 5. Nope. He heard SOOO many celebrity gossips about how men who have fame are infamous for being quite the playboy, even heard some said gossips on the coaches and the world 5 themselves. He read it all, Adam Blake and his ever-changing girlfriend every 2 weeks? Nope. That old ass article about Marc Snuffy's previous life in his prime? Skip, once a playboy always a playboy. Lavinho, who he sees everyday and see how he is quite the lady's man? HELL NO! He'll only hurt your feelings. Bachira is a mama's boy, so he's quite protective over women as a whole, but especially those he consider important to him. And you were the maternal figure that stepped in for all of them ever since Blue Lock started and he doesn't have his mom, so of course, he cares for you and doesn't want you to get hurt.

RIN - Listen, his master is innocent and not involved, yes. But does that lessen his dislike of those lukewarm men who hits on you when they are literally around? Hell no. Whenever a match is between the other team and you watched personally (you always do), they get too close and touchy-feely with you and he hates it. Who the hell wants to die? See, even if he tries to make it out that he hates his brother fully and unconditionally, deep down, in the roots of that hatred is a broken-hearted Rin, who felt so betrayed about Sae changing and misses having an older brother to be with. But, you somehow started to heal that hole, being the elder sibling that he needed in this insanity of a facility. So, you bet he's ready to ward off those men who don't deserve you.

REO - He hates it. He has been around famous celebrities and rich businessmen all his life. He knows how they can really be behind closed doors when it came to their romantic relationships. Short to say, it's not good. And he doesn't want anything to happen to you. Always gets in the way of the coaches, especially Prince when he tries to talk to you. He's quite brainy and slick with it too, using his smarts to give the most believable excuses for you to leave the conversation with any of the men, and he would be giving thay mischievous smirk everytime it works. Due to this, the coaches hate this chameleon menace. How is he so good at lying and hiding his true intentions? He's truly a damn chameleon.

HIORI - He's not as pronounced about his dislike like the others. But if he was asked, then he would immediately say no. He trusts you, wishes you were his guardian except of his own parents because he can see that you love and care for him, not just because of what he can do. He doesn't trust others easily now due to this, and well, that applies to those men who are after you. He doesn't want the only person he has such a deep connection with to be heartbroken and betrayed, just like how he found out he was just being used by his parents. He knows youre the adult here and that you can handle yourself, but even if youre the adult and he's the minor, he is still so scared for you and doesn't want you hurt just because of a stupid man:(

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• SHIDOU (he vibes with you so well and he actually listens to you, so he becomes a bit weird and violent when it comes to you)

• CHARLES (he likes you alot. And he likes you even more since Shidou does! This little imp is not afraid of biting ankles if you need it!)

• NIKO (tries to gaslight himself that the coaches don't like you, but he fails. At the surface he acts nonchalant, but deep down, he doesn't like it, thinks all the masters and world 5 are huge icks.)

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[lunaandco]

i heard from a friend of a friend

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: ivet recovers her love for football thanks to some guys at the park. one of them wants to introduce her to a friend of his; or in which ivet meets gavi through a common friend.

taglist: @htpssgavi ; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

The park was just two streets away from where Ivet lived. It wasn't the aesthetic and gentrified kind of Barcelona park she had grown up around, but a gray concrete and grafittied place that boys used to skate and play football.

Ivet crossed it every day to go to work, ignoring the itch on her legs to kick the ball every time it flew past her. She had played, once upon a time, with pigtails and her older brother's second hand kits and boots, but that time was long gone. Oscar had grown out of the sport when she was around fourteen, and without him it had not been as fun for her, so she ended up dropping out too.

That didn't mean she didn't miss it, the adrenaline, the power, the skill.

She had cried like a baby when Spain lifted the Women's World Cup, watching how a bunch of girls made a dream that she thought impossible reality; she had gotten drunk with her friends when the men lifted the Eurocup.

"Careful!" a voice called, while she was crossing the park. On pure reflex, Ivet controlled the ball that was hurled at her, quickly stopping the movement. She located the owners quickly, a bunch of guys that were staring at her as if she had grown a second head.

She made the pass, missing the ball the moment it left her feet.

"Woah," the guy that recueved the ball approached her. "Do you play? We're missing one!"

Ivet bit her lower lip. The offer was everything she had wanted to hear, but a bunch of strangers, specially male strangers, made her a little bit nervous. She mentally checked what she was wearing: comfortable sweats and a pair of trainers that, while they weren't ideal, they were good enough.

"Can I play?" she asked, not believing it yet.

"Please," replied the guy. "My name is Guille. This are Rafa. Marcos..." He gave her the names of the seven guys. Ivet replied shyly with hers.

"You play in my team, Javi, you change. We play with our shirts on, they play shirtless."

"Oh, c'mon, why do I have to change?"

"Well, she's not gonna play shirtless, is she?"

Javier could not argue against that logic, and pulled off his shirt.

"Let's fucking go."

Ivet wasn't fourteen anymore. It took her a while to get used to the pace, a bit rusty from the years without playing, but catching up in no time. Football was like riding a bike, in some ways. By the time they all had to go home, Ivet was sweating a big smile stretching her face.

"Damn, girl," Guille patted her back like she was one mkre of the gang. "Come back whenever you want, this was awesome."

Ivet did.

Once she had tasted the adrenaline of football once again, it was like she could not get enough.

"You're from Barcelona, right?" Asked Guille one of those days.

"Yeah, born and rised."

"Why are you here tho? In Sevilla?" Marcos took a swing of his soda can.

"My parents found a better job here."

"Damn. It's funny, you know. We have a friend that had to move to Barna a few years ago," Guille said. Marco stepped on his foot, a wordless way to tell him to shut up. "It's like you're replacing each other."

Ivet laughed it off, and returned to the game with them.

💙❤️

"Hey, where are the others?" Ivet asked Guille as she approached the park, and only him and Marcos were there.

"We are going to play at the sports centre today," explained Guille, a guilty expression on his face. "Our friend, the one from Barcelona is visiting, so we're doing this a little bit more fancy."

"Ah."

Ivet took a step back. It stung a little bit that after half a year of playing with them, she wasnt yet part of the group enough to know about thsese kind of change of plans, but she had never met the friend from Barcelona, so she understood why she hadn't been let on what the plans were about.

One thing she didn't understand was why the friend wanted to play at the sports centre and not the park. Obviously the centre had its advantages, artificial turf, proper goal posts and a big pitch that one could rent privately, but it seemed like a lot of hassle just because.

"But.. I was kind of hoping to introduce you two, today," added Guille. "Maybe you can join us, if y'all vibe nicely."

"Ah?"

"He's picking us up in—"

A car honk interrupted Marcos' explanation. The three of them turned to the expensive looking car by the street.

"Let's go!"

Guille grabbed Ivet by the wrist and pulled her towards the guy that was hopping off the car. He was Ivet's size, with broad shoulders, thick thighs, and a confident strut.

Marcos reached him first, and they melted into a tight hug. Then it was Guille's turn, there were a lot of back pats loving insults.

"Hermano, this is the girl I told you about, Ivet."

"Nice to meet you," she said, examining the boy's face. He was handsome, a boyish smirk that reminded her of her brother in some ways, pointy teeth and a couple of small faint scars peppering his skin.

"Same. I'm Gavi."

Ah. That explained why Guille and the others were so low-key about their friend from Barcelona. He was not only living in the city, he was playing for them in first division.

Luckily for Ivet, she had seen very few matches from the men's side, not enough to get star struck meeting him. She preferred watching Barça Femení games, since they were more affordable and she had not been able to enjoy women's football when she was a kid.

"So, Guille speaks wonders of you. Are you coming to play with us tonight?" asked Gavi, giving her a shirt greeting hug.

"Uhm..." Guille and Marcos had not been very specific about that.

"Yes!" replied Marcos for her.

"Let's go then!" Gavi threw his arm around Guille's shoulder, leading them back to the car.

Ivet stopped right on her tracks.

"Uhm, wait a second. I can't..."

"What?" The three boys turned to her in tandem, as she pulled out her phone. "I need to..." she said absent mindedly, as she quickly texted her location to one of her female friends and her brother. She then walked to the front of the car and snapped a picture of the license plate.

"What on earth are you doing?" Asked Guille.

"Sending my brother the info," she replied, as she finished detailing the plans. "Have your mothers never told you not to go on stranger's cars?"

"Yeah, but we're not strangers, you don't need all that."

"Huh. That is how you get yourself kidnapped, Guille."

Gavi snorted.

"Oh, c'mon, look at me," said Gavi. "I've got like, the worst disguise to commit a crime."

"On the contrary. Who would believe my best friend if she said I was last seen with you, when we have never met before?"

"Damn," admitted Marcos. "That's a good one."

"I know."

"How do I know you're not a crazy fan ready to post everything about me on Instagram?" rebuked Gavi then, but he was smiling widely.

Ivet snorted.

"Same as I know you're not a kidnapper. Leap of faith."

Gavi snickered and opened the passenger door.

"Girls first," he told her, ignoring Guille and Marcos' protests of being relegated to the back seat.

"Thank you," she whispered, even if she would rather sit on the back seat, and be by the margins.

Gavi drove like a madman, toying with the speed limit.

"You're from Barna, no?"

"I was born in Gràcia," she said, holding to the seat as discreetly as she could, her face turning green.

"How does Marta deal with you hanging out with a pretty girl every day?" Asked Gavi then, looking at the rear mirror for a split of a second.

Ivet tensed. She knew that her gender separated from the friend group and jt made her unlikely to be fully considered one of the bros, but the reminder still stung.

"Quite well, hermano. Ivet was the one that helped me ask her out."

"Ah, joder." Gavi was silent for a beat. "All my exs would have insisted I was cheating."

"That is kind of your fault Gavito, you're such a catch you bring the paranoia in everyone," said Marcos. Ivet rolled her eyes, which only Gavi saw. He snickered tongue swiping at his teeth.

"And you? Your boyfriend is fine with all the men you hang out with?"

"I don't have a boyfriend. And if he had a problem, then he would stop being my boyfriend very quickly."

💙❤️

At the sports centre, there were more boys than Ivet knew. Friends and cousins of Gavi that didn't necessarily mingle regularly with Guille and his gang.

Ivet kept close to Guille and Marco, as all the boys went through their greetings. They don't stall too much, quickly arguing the way of making the most balanced team.

"Gavi should play with the girl," said one of the guys Ivet didn't know. "To balance things out..."

Ivet crossed her arms above her chest.

"How is that supposed to balance the team, genius?" she asked, knowing exactly why he had said that. She just wanted to see if he had the balls to admit it to her face.

"Ivet will play for my team," decided Guille, who was in the team against Gavi.

With that issue quickly resolved, Ivet watched the boys organise the teams. She purposely dropped to the background, waiting for the game to start.

Guille told her to take the left wing. Ivet hadn't play such a well structured game in years, but she adapted well to the change. Most of the boys she didn't know had ended up in Gavi's team, so she caught them by surprise, shooting a ball to the post.

Gavi, who had been relegated to goalkeeper in order to maintain the fairness of the game, cursed like a madman.

"Don't let Ivet take the ball," he kept ordering his team. It made Ivet smile as she assisted Guille's first goal.

In the end, Gavi recklessly left the goal to dribble past Guille's entire team to ensure his own victory, to which all the boys complained half-heartedly. They all knew his competitive spirit would flare up sooner or later.

💙❤️

By the tike they were all leaving the sport centre, Ivet approached Guille.

"About the money, what do I owe you guys?" she asked him. Renting a pitch on the centre meant paying quite a bit of money. Marco shrugged.

"Usually Gavi pays for it. He feels guilty that we can't play normally when he's around, so he covers the cost of his... special needs," he explained.

"We tried to pay once and he just invited us for dinner after. He does not like being denied," added Guille.

Ivet bitbher lower lip. She could understand why Gavi would pay for his firmed, but for her?

She then approached him gently. Gavi was hugging one of his cousins goodbye, so she waited at a respectful distance.

"Guille said you were good, but I fear he underrated you," told her Gavi once they were alone. She blushed.

"Thank you. What do I owe you?"

"I'm sorry?"

Ivet explained her reasoning, to which Gavi only shook his head.

"No, no, you're my friend now," he said, dropping his arm around her shoulder.

"But..."

"Unless you want to be my date. I would like that very much, there's this new coffee shop my sister says I have to try?"

"What?" Ivet stopped on her tracks, making Gavi turn to look at her directly.

"I'm asking you on a date, Ivet. You're supposed to say yes."

Ivet hesitated a bit.

"Yes?"

[milaisreading]

what if ray dark takes world5's manager because she's really smart, efficient (and likes younger women)

🌱🩷: I don't think this was quite the vision u had when u sent me this ask, but I hope u lije it! Thanks for the request 🩷🩷

Warning: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Why do I have to go?" (Y/n) pouted as Anri put some papers on her table, which caused the woman to gently hit her on the head.

"Because I have some work to finish, and Ego needs someone to keep him in line. It's the PIFA higher ups we are talking about, we can't ruin this for us or the players here."

"Come on, I am sure Ego can go alone. He will be respectful." (Y/n) argued, which caused a silence to fall among the two women for a short moment.

"Do you seriously believe that?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then that's all we need to know for this situation. You are going and it's final." Anri hummed as the other woman yawned.

"This will be a long day, right?"

"Pretty much, yes."

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Later during the day, (Y/n) was told when to meet up with Ego for the meeting, which was later during the day, and decided to spend some of her time filling out paper work. Well, that was the plan at first until a certain Argentinian man decided to barge in.

"And then he said my hair sucks. Have you seen it?! It's anything but that!"

(Y/n) chuckled as Pablo talked about a recent exchange he had with a teammate. The player blushed a little at the sound and leaned against his chair.

"Your hair does look interesting." She said back, hoping it will help improve his mood, which ended up working in the end. The Argentinian beamed at her and quickly nodded his head.

"Right! Thank you for understanding." He cleared his throat and looked at the door before looking back at her.

"Soo, I don't feel like eating here tonight. I heard Tokyo has some nice sushi restaurants."

Pablo started as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Yeah, I believe Minato has some good ones. I can reserve a spot for you, if you want to."

Pablo kept quiet for a moment, gulping as his face turned a bright red.

"Well, instead of just reserving it for me, we could go together. Eating together is better than eating alone, you know." Pablo smiled at the woman, who internally squealed at how cute it was.

"I would love to, but I have to attend a meeting tonight." She groaned, causing the Argentinian to raise an eyebrow.

"You don't look too happy about the meeting."

"I am just nervous. PIFA higher ups will be attending it, after all. I wasn't supposed to go to the meeting, but Anri won't make it and Ego-san needs someone to supervise him." Pablo nodded his head, feeling a little irritated that his proposal to a dinner didn't work out the way he hoped it would.

"I am sure it will work out well. Maybe we can eat dinner tomorrow?"

"Sure-"

"(Y/n)! I found some chocolate you will like! It's imported from Spain!" Pablo groaned as the door was slammed open, revealing Luna, Silva, and Adam at the entrance.

"Huh? I didn't know we are getting imported things from Spain now." She raised an eyebrow as the Spaniard laughed and walked over to her.

"Well, I did pull some strings. Anyway, you will love it just as much as you love me-"

Adam and Silva quickly covered up his mouth, looking annoyed, but quickly tried to cover that up.

"I found better chocolate. Britain has some of the best sweets in all of Europe, after all. Try  this instead." The blonde smiled, shoving Luna's chocolate away to replace his gift with it.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to-"

"No! Try this one instead. It's very famous in Brazil and is our finest." Silva interrupted, now shoving Adam's gift away. Luna, irritated at them both, laughed a little before speaking up.

"Getting you chocolate was actually my idea, (Y/n). These two copycats aren't worth your time."

"What did you just say? Your ego is a little too big for your body, Luna."

"You both are the same. Neither of you deserve (Y/n)-"

"And you do, Silva?!"

The woman panicked a little as she tried to stop the argument between the three. Meanwhile, Pablo pouted in annoyance and decided to try a piece of one of the sweets the guys brought.

'It tastes good, but the Argentinian brands are better. I should order some. I hope I can go eat dinner with (Y/n) tomorrow, she would look so cute in a dress.' The man blushed a bright red.

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Later that day, (Y/n) nervously paced around the room, going through her checklist as Ego sat in his seat, looking as bored as usual.

"Will you please calm down?" The man groaned as the woman sent him a weak glare.

"I need to make sure everything is perfect. It's the PIFA, they are really important people for a project like Blue lock. We need to make a good impression- Why are you so relaxed?" (Y/n) asked in annoyance as the man shrugged his shoulders. What she didn't notice was the door opening, and Ego didn't have the opportunity to tell her that either.

"It's just a meeting."

"Can you please take this seriously? At least make it easier for me. We need to make this meeting count or else we will be made into complete jokes from the PIFA higher-ups. I can only imagine the possible articles that will scrutinize us if this goes bad-"

(Y/n) stopped her rambling as she heard someone clear their throat.

"Huh?" She looked back as Ego quietly observed a older, foreign man with long hair staring back at them.

'Who is this now?!' (Y/n) thought, but quickly spoke up before Ego could.

"Excuse me, I think you seem to have missed the door."

The man, surprised at her words raised an eyebrow while Ego tried to stop her from talking.

"What do you mean, young lady?"

"(Y/n), that's-"

"I mean, this meeting room was reserved for a meeting with some higher-ups. I think you might have missed the the door." She answered back as the man chuckled, much to her confusion.

'Why is an old man even here? He does look hot, in a way.' (Y/n) thought as the man spoke up again.

"I am guessing you are talking about the meeting with PIFA. I know, I am the president, after all."

(Y/n) froze in her spot as Ego sighed and got up to greet the man.

"This is Ray Dark, PIFA's president. This is Blue lock's manager and my assistant (L/n) (Y/n)."

The woman numbly nodded her head and shook hands with the man.

"Pleasure meeting you, young lady."

"Same here, sir." She said as calm as possible, but inside she was crying.

'This feels like the time when I first met Cavasoz-san... This is so embarrassing. I will just keep my mouth shut from now on.'

"Anyway, (Y/n) here already prepared the report for you and your colleagues to read through."

Thankfully, Ego pulled the man away, giving her a chance to sigh and sit down on the chair he was previously sitting on.

'I knew that Anri was a better fit for this than I.' She thought, resting her forehead in her hands.

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After an agonizing 4 hours, the meeting had finally finished. (Y/n) recovered from the initial embarrassment and held the report to the higher-ups with Ego giving his speech before the meeting ended. All in all, she was happy that it went well, and that the PIFA workers seem to be interested in investing in the project.

'Now I can finally go home. If only Ego-san will hurry up.' She thought, looking back at the man, who was conversing with one of the men.

"Of all times, now he is a chatterbox-"

"You don't seem too happy with the meeting, young lady."

'Why now?!' (Y/n) groaned and looked back at the president.

"Oh? Me? No, no, I am more than happy with how everything went. It's just that I am a little tired and hungry." She laughed nervously as she man kept staring at her.

'Why am I speaking so much?!' The woman scolded herself, ready to go grab Ego and leave the place, but the older stopped her.

"Really? I know there is a restaurant nearby, we can have lunch there. It's on me."

(Y/n) blinked up at the man, looked behind her, and then back at the man.

"You mean me?" She asked him to clarify. Ray Dark laughed at her behavior and nodded his head.

"Of course. I need to go over this report with you. I am pretty fascinated with how well you wrote it."

The woman blushed a little at his words as he looked through the report while speaking.

"R-really?! I am happy to hear that! But, I can't really go and have lunch now since Ego-san is...is..." She started and looked back at the black-haired man only find him gone.

'Where did he go?!'

(Y/n) sighed and looked back at the man.

"I mean... sure. It sounds like a good idea." She nodded, a little nervous as the man smiled and held his hand out.

"Wonderful."

'I thought men only did this in movies. My ex never did this...' (Y/n) thought in confusion as she put her hand in his.

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The next day, (Y/n) quietly worked in her office for about two hours before the World 5 players joined her, something she expected and was already used to.

"You have no plans tonight, right?" Adam asked as she looked up from her papers at him.

"No. I should be free."

"Fantastic! We are going partying tonight, and this time you have to come with us." Silva interjected as he put an arm on Adam's shoulder.

"Hm... it would be nice to unwind. Sure! Where are we going?"

"Shibuya! We found some nice places we can go to. You will love them!" Pablo grinned as the woman nodded along. Luna, as happy as he was, couldn't help but stare at the bouquet of flowers on her desk.

"Are you alright, Luna-san?" (Y/n) asked in worry as the trio looked at the man with disinterest.

"I am good. I just didn't know you like flowers." The Spaniard said, eyeing the item weirdly. (Y/n) looked at what he was looking as did the other three.

"The flowers are pretty. Do you like those types? I can get you more." Pablo offered.

"They are pretty, but I didn't get them. The PIFA president got them for me."

The 4 men froze in their spots, looking at the flowers like they were cursed. (Y/n) hummed absent-mindedly, not noticing the mood change in the four.

"Wh-when did you meet him?" Silva asked nervously.

"Yesterday we had that meeting and he took me out for lunch."

"What?! Why?! Please don't tell me you plan on leaving me for him?!" Adam's yell caused her to jump a little in surprise.

"What? Leave?-"

"You are not, right? That old man can not offer you anything I can." Pablo quickly chimed in before Luna pulled him away.

"I am a way better catch. Please, don't go with that old man."

"Forget all of them, I am a better option. Plus, I am strong and reliable."

"So am I!"

"Calm down, everyone!!" (Y/n) quickly chimed in, trying to calm them down before someone hears them and reports it to Ego.

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I made an AU! it’s called runaway and it’s a apocalyptic type thing :)

“And then I heard it.”

pablo, achmed, and maria luna!!

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sillyposting time..