#blue lock chats

[semisutopia]

your insta dating bllk boys (isagi, bachira, rin)

isagi yoichi:

bachira meguru:

itoshi rin:

all rights go to @semisutopia on tumblr. please don’t steal my work as your own!!

taglist: @mariaace @mybelovedrin @nyxypoo @toyogamii @dearest-tobio @kiurona

[iid-smile]

spiderman!rin who tries to be so mysterious every time he saves you...

he's sticking to his "use the least amount of words possible" agenda, but when it comes to you, it just doesn't come out as cooly. if anything, he stutters and forgets what he was going to stay, opting to immediately dip as soon as he messes up. it's not like you knew who he was, and there's no way you could catch up when he was literally swinging from buildings. what could he have to lose?

"be safe out here—" huh? here? you're at home, aren't you? he was the one who literally took you back to your apartment. what's there to steer safe of? "...there—" his voice cracks painfully hard. "..."

he stares at you for an awkward amount of time, letting the seconds pass with an odd silence. you were waiting for him to speak, weren't you? he can't afford to fix his mistake without embarrassing himself, so he instinctively made a run for it, hopping off your balcony and going straight down.

"wait, spiderman—!" you rush towards the railings, peeking over the edge as if he would be right there below you, but no luck. he was already sliding down the bricky walls, making a beeline straight for the skyscrapers. you watch and watch, hoping for a glance or at least some sort of signal as a goodbye. nothing.

while you're stood there wondering if you did something wrong, he's running away from his sole issue, you, fighting back a blush despite having a mask on.

[clourey]

synopsis : realizing he likes you!

featuring : itoshi sae, michael kaiser

ITOSHI SAE ;

- you were a challenge to his indifferent mien. always testing the limits of his apathy, and you had no idea of the effect you had on him. he didn’t know what it meant either.

- what he did know was that he did his hair every morning, but extra effort into his appearance, all to get a compliment from you.

- he savoured your praises, they remedied his otherwise mundane daily routine. the flush — however noticeable — that adorned his cheeks when your accolades were followed with a smile brought excitement and warmth that he wouldn’t normally feel.

- and strangely, despite the signs, he only realized he liked you when he was forced to be away from you (courtesy of being an international footballer).

- he sulked his entire flight after you had failed to show up to bid him farewell at the airport. and when he landed, the air felt lonely.

(y/n) : i’m so sorry i couldn’t come to say bye :( i was really busy

- he had already forgiven you, but if there was someone he didn’t forgive, it would be himself for not having realized sooner what the ache in his heart meant.

- and after a war between hesitance and hopefulness, the latter emerged victorious as he answered your text.

sae : i’ll miss you

- he also made sure to have flowers sent to your door till the day of his return (to your arms, he wishes). he needed you to know flowers weren’t the end of his affection.

MICHAEL KAISER ;

- kaiser was sick, he was sure of it.

- it wasn’t normal how his face felt hot and how his heart raced whenever you were near.

- he hated the fevered butterflies in his stomach when you cheered for him. he hated that your stupid utterances seemed to block out every other sound — your mellow, damned voice was the only one he could hear.

- every instance of you exchanging words with another person — who wasn’t kaiser — irritated him. moreover, he felt insecurity if he wasn’t the first person you approached. how ridiculous is that?

- mentally or otherwise, there had to be some form of disturbance in his body that you had introduced to him. there was no other explanation.

- it wasn’t until ness made it clear to kaiser (albeit unknowingly) that he finally realises he has a crush on you.

- “you know, i think (y/n) likes you too,”

- kaiser promptly turns to ness, perplexed and unable to process the revelation that had just been made to him.

- “what do you mean too?”

- ness tilts his head, mirroring the blonde’s confusion, “don’t you like them? ‘tis been pretty obvious to me.”

- needless to say, kaiser has only been more of a mess around you since then.

[kaiser1ns]

When you first started dating Michael Kaiser, you knew you were in for a dramatic play with sprinkles of romance and comedy. He sees the world as his stage, where everyone else plays a mere supporting role. Arrogant and slyly dismissive of most people, but with you, he's not unnecessarily rude, and you quickly find yourself accepting those characteristics that make him… him. Your boyfriend is usually softer with you—but not today.

This morning, though, is one of those days where his mood isn’t exactly warm and welcoming. He wakes up grumpy, burying himself deeper under the blankets, eyes squeezed shut, clearly reluctant to face the world—mostly to avoid the sight of his wild bed hair in the mirror. To you, he looks like a little angry kitten, albeit one with claws.

“You’re going to have to get up eventually, you know…” you say, already up and stretching. He groans in response, and you know it means Leave me alone, I want to sleep. But you’re not giving up that easily. As you step toward the window to open the curtains, something soft hits your back and drops to the floor—a pillow.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns, his voice low and rough from sleep. “Meine Liebe.” The way he says it—both affectionate and unmistakably annoyed when he adds the nickname.

“Don’t even think about lying in bed all day,” you retort, perching on the edge of the bed beside him. Gently, you trace the tattoo on his arm, adding, “Michael Kaiser.” If he were more awake, he’d probably argue back, teasing you just to get a reaction. But right now, he’s too tired even for that. Instead, he just reaches over, pulling you back onto the bed beside him. You tense for a moment, then give in as he wraps his arms around you.

Maybe today, giving in to his whims wouldn’t be so bad. Snuggling into his warmth, you close your eyes, letting his embrace lull you back toward sleep. You’ll both get up eventually…but right now, staying here feels just perfect.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[opalescentidiot]

[meracyn]

LOSER ISAGI PLS!!! 🙏🙏🙏 I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🙏

CRANKING UP THE MOTORS LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️

loser! isagi being absolutely whipped for you..sigh.

loser! isagi who can’t get over your beauty. seeing you, even if he just catches one glimpse of you— is the highlight of his days. he eventually decides to get a notebook and just. write every single thing he absolutely adores about you. tends to fantasize a lot—he can’t help it. can you really blame him? you look so beautiful to him that if you looked over, you could practically notice the lovesick daze glued to his face.

loser! isagi and his frequent stammering. if he somehow manages to speak a sentence without messing up what he was going to say in the first place, is a win in his book.

loser! isagi who’s practically like a schoolgirl having a crush. except no, what he feels for you isn’t some short-term attraction or anything of the sort. isagi knows he’s in love, his face heating up every time you’re there says it all.

loser! isagi who dreams about you day and night. before he goes to sleep, you’re the last thing replaying on his mind and the first when he wakes up. an endless, sweet melody of you, that consumes his mind entirely.

loser! isagi staring at you during any classes you share together, getting completely lost at the way you look. it doesn’t matter whether you’re focused or not. to yoichi, you somehow manage to look even prettier than the day before.

loser! isagi who imagines many different clichés in his head of the two of you. holding your hands, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hugging you tightly in fear that you’ll slip away any moment— it’s like some sort of guilty pleasure he indulges in. but it’s all in his head, he thinks. it should be fine if he daydreams a little. everyone does it anyway, right?

loser! isagi who doesn’t pay attention in class to end up doodling little sketches in his notebooks. writing your initials, hearts,—even drawing a (somewhat) tiny cupid with a bow and arrow striking a heart to the stickman version of himself. however, that cupid is you. since you struck him with that arrow the moment he laid eyes on you.

loser! isagi who blushes at any physical contact you make, no matter how light it is. he could literally be asking for a pencil, and as you hand it to him his fingers brush against your thumb, making his cheeks redden, and you didn’t even say anything. that moment will forever be engraved in his mind for the rest of his days.

loser! isagi who tries to gather the courage to ask you out on a date. but once the perfect moment arrives when you’re alone, the words just don’t come out, and so he fails miserably. but he’ll do it someday, just you wait. for now, he’ll have to stay content with the friendly hangouts you offer, even though he wishes it was more than that. but then again, just you wait. you’ll fall for him eventually—if you don’t already, that is.

[cookiedough77]

something something ephemeral having a similar color palette to hawkmoth/shadowmoth

something something chat blanc and season 5 gabriel being all white

something something...

[jenoutof10]

[banzaitaka]

"Do you know...the muffin man?"

No pronouns or description of body used for reader.

Blue Lock BF texts

Characters: Meguru Bachira, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Rin Itoshi

[mokkemochii]

🦅🦅🦅🦅

[woenti]

Bluelock boys who look at you with your new boyfriend, reminiscing at the time when that boy was him. watching you laugh from afar at a table seated with his friends, their laughter being blocked out by his longing gaze in you, watching as he wiped the chocolate off your face as you giggled, laughing at some joke he made, he remembered when that used to be him. when he got to wipe food off your face and make you laugh in a way no one ever did. Bluelock boys, as your ex, when they see you in public alone, decide to chase after you yelling your name until you finally turn around, met with his familiar face. You smiled, to his surprise. "H-how are you?" he uttered, looking down, too scared to look you in the eyes, not after what he did to you. Locking eyes with you would mean looking into the same eyes that watered up because of him, tears that raced down your face, looking at him with utter betrayal. "I'm good, really good actually. You?" you replied. "I'm good too, and listen, I really want to apologise for what I did. I realised I never really apologised, so—" "Don't." You cut him off, the smile fading off your face. "Look at me, will you?" you asked, your voice stern, scaring him. Gosh, he fucked up. He shouldn't have brought that up. He fucked it up again. He lifted his gaze hesitantly, being met with your serious look. "You don't have to apologise; I got over it long ago. In my mind, you're forgiven. You've changed; I see that—or, at least, I hope you did, so don't worry about it." You smiled again, losing the stern tone and replacing it with a softer one. "Here." He quickly took notice of the tall boy who walked up behind you, handing you the hot drink as you thanked him, and that's when he finally looked at your left hand, noticing the big diamond ring. "Uh, I'm sorry. I'll just go," he said frantically, quickly walking away, now owning his place. The ex that broke your heart and betrayed you in the worst way possible. Not the guy who got to go on one knee, confessing his ever-dying love to you, handing you the most lavish, expensive ring that you've always dreamt of, getting to plan the most beautiful wedding with you, where he'd get to write his vows, take pictures that would hang in your cosy home filled with love as your children would run around laughing, chasing after one another. His place would always be the worthless guy that your friends would bring up as a haunting memory one day, an old haunting memory, soon to be forgotten. You glanced at him as he walked away, and for a moment, when he looked back, he could swear he saw that old glint in your eyes, the look of love you always gave him when you were together, but this time, it must be for your new lover.

CHAT THIS IS SO ASS BYT UR SEEING THE VISION RIGGHT???

[iid-smile]

★★ RUSSIAN ROULETTE ⋆

CHAPTER 01 — MiSFiT

series m.list — next >>

content — itoshi rin x gn!reader, spiderman au, crack (its not funny 🙁), bickering, basically just a lil intro of spiderman and the readers friendship, heights, lil mentions of motion sickness, a tiny tiny bit suggestive if you squint but nothing too obvious, protective rin, also mean rin

wc — 1.2k (+0.4k)

a/n — since im planning on having rin being both in and out of his suit, im just gonna call him spiderman when he's actually spiderman to the reader (youll get what i mean l8r) also can we take about how the masterlist actually suits rins colours and this doesn't? there was no way i was going to sit there and edit each and every one of my headers so it would look more like rin's suit. nuh uh... yes anyways me thinks i'll introduce the real rin and the reader in the next chapter

it was both a blessing and a curse to say that you've met spiderman more times than anyone else in japan. that's minus the fake ones at mall meet and greets by the way. time and time again, he comes to rescue you, whether that be in a real life or death situation, or minor inconveniences when you're out and about.

he's like a little guardian angel, but add in an insult every other minute.

once again, he's saved your life, effortlessly swooping in at the perfect moment and pulling you out of a sticky situation that could have ended (not) very badly. you weren't in any dire danger at all, but it's too late to say that when you're already hundreds of feet into the air that you really could've handled it yourself.

as he gripped onto you by the waist, a rush of adrenaline surged through your veins, sending your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. the wind whipped around you, and the world blurred in a dizzying, blinding dance of colours and light as he spun you effortlessly.

thank god this wasn’t your first time being swung around like this, otherwise you would've been guaranteed to get motion sickness. okay, maybe you are, but still, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he seemed unfazed by all of the comotion. your squeals of terror echoed in his ears as you clung to him, feeling as if you're going to teeter out of his grasp.

sure, you could have easily sidestepped the trouble if you were watching where you were going, but there's nothing better than a pair of strong arms protecting you from any and all sorts of harm. and what better way was there to draw him in than to create a moment where he feels like the hero?

well, he is a hero, just... not a very... good one.

as you finally approach an open clearing where you're unlikely to smash into a skyscraper, you build up the courage to properly open your eyes, taking in the busy streets and traffic below you. this doesn't feel real at all.

"you're unlike anyone i've ever met, spidey!" you yell loud enough for him to hear you as he cuts through gusts of wind. your hands manage to land on his shoulders, lifting yourself up more for a better view. as scary as it was, you knew he wouldn't drop you.

spiderman's heart starts to pick up from the simple, random declaration, already beating ten times faster than it was before. put it on a scale; it's about as fast as... um... it's really fast. was this the moment he's been waiting for?

"what do you mean?" he tries to keep his voice as even as possible, not letting the anticipation get to him as he awaits your answer. the side of your face was now pressed against his, allowing the both of you to speak normally.

"you're weird as hell!"

oh.

his expression immediately drops back to his usual scowl behind the mask. was that supposed to be a compliment, or..? that was the only word that came to mind in your tiny word bank, apparently. his eyes narrow as he avoids yet another shortcut back to your apartment, opting to take the "safer" way.

not very safe when he purposely makes a hard left, leaving your body threatening to slip out of his hold with your fingers digging into his suit. this guy is a piece of shit. "i don't think you can say that when this is the third day in a row that i've had to save you." he grumbled.

your grin turns sour, pursing your lips and squinting your eyes as you look off to the side in mock offence. if he's gonna play this game, then there's no way in hell you're backing down. "i don't think you can say that when you literally saved me from a piece of gum."

"you were stuck to the road."

"it was blocked off and under construction."

"and you know how quickly construction workers work. what if you got buried under concrete?"

"i wouldn't!"

"of course not." he flatly replies, though his arm tightens around your waist. "you're hard to miss." (he meant that in a good way, but it came out wrong. cons of having a grumpy voice)

wow. isn't he so sweet? "fuck you!" you hiss, kicking your legs to throw him off balance, but it only makes you feel worse. you want to lift your hand, hit him or just do something, but it's like it's glued onto him. "do you want me to start screaming?"

"please don't."

"i will—"

"no." the last thing he wanted was to go deaf from your voice in his ears. was it too late to add in a noise cancelling feature to his mask?

still, he makes another risky decision to swing underneath a bridge, staying attached as the two of you do an entire loop around the structure before shooting into the air.

obviously, your first instinct was to scream.

with your arms securely clasped around his neck, you clung on as if your very life depended on it (which it did), your voice rising in panic as you shouted out into the air. your eyes squeeze shut, head banging from what felt like a headache as you rambled whatever sentences came to mind. "just say that you like hearing me scream then!"

"...what?" his mind goes blank for a split second but he shakes himself out of it, switching the conversation. "hang on tight, we're nearly there."

your legs wrap around him. "can you not see that i'm—"

"just shut up, will you?" he whispers, a "mysterious" heat starting to spread hotter and hotter over his cheeks.

spiderman finally returns you to your bedroom balcony, landing on the railing with light feet before carefully easing you off of him. he keeps a hand on your shoulder, making sure you stay upright and don't tumble over. yes, you were dizzy. yes, you definitely needed to lay down. but you cannot deny that was so fun!

you let out a lazy giggle, pretty much falling into his arms once more from your legs giving out. "thanks for the joyride, spidey..."

he scoffs, pushing you off him and ushering you through your bedroom door. "i got you home safe. that's all that matters." he sounded almost bashful, but your silly self didn't notice.

amid the silence between the two of you, a piercing alarm blares in the distance, its urgent sound slicing through the a a quiet like a knife. the mechanical wail rises and falls, echoing off the buildings and rolling through the streets, creating a sense of urgency that captures the attention of innocent pedestrians.

spiderman glanced over his shoulder, assessing the situation. spidey senses — or something like that. another bank robbery.

you smile playfully at him, your body leaned against the glass door. "i think actually saving the city is more important right now."

though you couldn't tell too well, he wasn't looking directly at you. "...right." reluctant to leave, he stalled for a few seconds, not knowing if he should say goodbye or... no. no. he doesn't need to. it's already hard enough to talk when he's around you.

and just like that, japan's hero was off.

bonus! block blast newbie

after a long day, nighttime started to settle in, though the amount of people outside barely decreased. spiderman was crouched over the edge of a tall building, considering this his "rest time."

"i don't get why they're obsessed with this..." rin pulled off his mask, squinting at his phone illuminating his face as he tried to make sense of the empty blue grid before him.

it was merely a cheap, money-grabbing knock off of tetris — designed for those who seemed to specialise in incompetence and lacking the ability of putting on shoes and going outside for once in their lives. honestly, he doesn't get the hype, and in his experience, only genuine idiots seem to play this game. that doesn't include you, of course!

frustration bubbled beneath the surface as he wondered how something so straightforward could be so interesting that it risks your (and others') safety. actually, even worse, how bad good could it be that it dragged you right into the fate of stepping on a piece of gum?

this might be dangerous...

"oh?" he was expecting the tiles to fall, but instead they stayed exactly where they are, stuck in their position in some sort of awkward shape. coincidentally, the next shapes were a perfect fit, and it was easy enough to fit them into the right space, clearing the board.

'excellent!' his eyebrows furrow at the random male voice coming from the game, weirded out from the sudden praise just from getting a combo. "...i don't appreciate that." he mumbles to himself, quickly turning his volume down until it was on mute.

this was the game that you're obsessed with?

"huh?"

so then, a few minutes passed...

"just how was i supposed to fix that?"

and then an hour... maybe two...

"what—!?" his exclamation was drowned out by the distant but approaching sound of of police sirens, interrupting his little gaming session. he was this close— this close to throwing his phone over the edge.

with a childish huff, he raises a hand to rake his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands before yanking his mask back on. duties come first, but his battle with this shitty tetris lookalike was not over.

rin never got pass his high score of three thousand eight hundred and nine that day. and he broke his duolingo streak. he was pissed for the rest of the night.

fun fact! — rin is currently learning spanish on duolingo. why? um... he cannot say.

taglist (open!)

@aise-30 @faylvrs @17020 @sara4uuu @adoresia @defnotciara @levihanmyotp @withlovesai @thenightsflower

[kaiser1ns]

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: texts with your boyfriend pt. 1

(featuring shidou, sae and kaiser)

╹contents :: chaotic flow masterlist, fem!reader, sfw and nsfw chats, little biased on sae, I love jude bellingham

╹notes :: i was so burned out that i couldn't think of some funny chats and got inspo in pinterest , but anyway hope you enjoy!

SHIDOU RYUSEI

ITOSHI SAE

MICHAEL KAISER

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[quehecke]

lukewarm post

[meracyn]

i saw loser isagi so how about........... loverboy reo🙏

thinking about his money luscious, short amethyst locks. running your fingers through the soft strands in awe at how silky and shiny his hair is. what a dream indeed...

loverboy! reo would be absolutely down bad. you can bet he will do anything in his power to earn your love. there’s nothing the reo mikage can’t get. he’s got the looks, smarts, money— what else would a person want in a partner?

well, reo had to find out the hard way that his crush—more like future lover—wasn’t going to magically have their eyes set on him. it’s fine, he reassures himself, he’s got the brilliant idea to make a plan on how to court you as you deserve, you’ll see.

and so, here he was, with his eyes glued to the glowing screen of the computer resting on his lap, fingers frantically tapping across the keyboard as question after question regarding his dilemma filled the search bar.

he skimmed through countless articles online and watched those “10 ways to get your crush to like you back” videos, finally having an idea of what to do. by that same morning, the purple haired male was determined to get you to notice how great of a guy he is—and maybe (you will) even fall for him in the process.

loverboy! reo would pay more attention to his appearance. his hair? combed flawlessly, also applied a special hair gel chigiri recommended. clothes? ironed. skin? started a skincare routine a few hours ago. your attention? not yet.

he’s walking in the hallway, trying to dodge conversations from his classmates who swarm around him as soon as he appears at the school entrance. but his goal is clear— spotting you. that’s the sole reason why he woke up earlier than usual after all.

if he fails this mission, he already knows he’s going to be sulking that night..

so reo is legit praying to find you.

once he does, he tries to keep his cool as he simply nods towards your direction in acknowledgement, even though he isn’t really slick when he obviously straightens his posture and struggles to keep his expression neutral. he may fool you into thinking he’s the same old reo, but on the inside, he’s fighting off the urge to fangirl upon successfully earning your attention.

they noticed me. they actually noticed me! stay cool. stay—

when he saw you smile at him back, reo felt his stomach doing backflips, knees practically becoming weak as his face started to grow hot. thankfully he looked away before you could notice. or so he thought— because the tips of his ears were clearly red, too.

at least you noticed him, that’s what matters. your attention?

earned.

[alienmiilk]

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