#karasu angst

[definitelynotanalien]

♪⋆.✮ The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

feat: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Tabito Karasu, Seishiro Nagi

tw: ALLUSIONS TO CHEATING, angsty, open ended

[the-lazyyy-artist]

i saw you in a dream a two-part Karasu Tabito x Filipina!reader story part one

Synopsis: The Japanese Occupation was far kinder than you expected, especially in his eyes.

Word Count: 19.1k

Content Warning: historical au (based in the Philippines), talks about the Japanese Occupation in the Philippines, glimpses of the events during World War 2, love despite the war, angst

Author's Notes: I tried to be as mild as I could with the information of the war, as well as the reader's situation. Based on my research, some families were exempted from the horrors. I tried to be as clear as possible with the story too, so if you have any notes after reading, please let me know thru the comments, reblogs, asks, or DMs! I would love to discuss things with you guys!

Read part two here!

@fishii28 ✨

"We have to do this," your father iterated once more as he paced across the living room in anxiety, "It's for the safety of our family, Y/n, the safety of your sisters and your mother... most especially you. You're our eldest daughter, you have to understand."

"Compliance? For safety? How is that even a good thing, Papa? These Japanese are... massacring the country, our city! The best we can do is fight back!" You reasoned out, your voice raising in frustration. Of all people in the world, you would never expect your father to bend the knee to the colonizers. Sure, his allegiance is to the Americans, who also colonized your country after the Spanish did the same, but he held hope that they would be saved by them. For now, he has to think of the best way for his family to be safe, especially with the news going around about the abuses against women. He couldn't bear to live the rest of his life thinking that the women in his family would be facing the same fate as everyone, so compliance with the Japanese was the best option.

"My dearest, please. I don't want you to be..." he sniffled and lowered his head, then he cried in anguish. "I don't want to endanger all of you. The situation is hard, I understand that, but the best way for us to be safe is to side with them. Despite the crimes they're committing to our country and the people, we need to be safe. Think of yourself, Y/n. Think of your mother and your sisters. They're still so young." He walked towards you and pulled you into a hug, the tightest he had given you. "I love our country. You know that out of everyone. But right now, my love for my family overcomes that."

Two weeks later, a Japanese General, accompanied by his Lieutenant General, entered your home and had a written agreement with them, officially making your family untouchable from the atrocities of the war. You listened to their conversation from your room, peeking through the crack of your door. It was a surprise that the General had some English skills, which you then figured that maybe they had to learn for the invasion. From what you have gathered in their conversation, they have laid out some privileges for the family: you'll sustain your way of life and be exempted from the abuses, forced labor, and serve as entertainment for the soldiers.

That was good enough, you thought.

You then heard a cry from the other room. Your youngest sister's voice can be heard through the walls, and unfortunately, throughout the house. You saw the General and Lieutenant General perk up as soon as her cries spilled out. Your parents' bedroom door flew open, and out went your sister, crying for your father. "Maria!" You exclaimed, bursting out of your room to grab her before she could even reach the living room. You carried her in your arms despite her protests, but your eyes landed on the guests, specifically the Lieutenant General. He was about your age, a little stern at first glance. His blue eyes met yours, full of curiosity and a tinge of annoyance from the disturbance. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you said as you walked away, carrying your crying sister back to your parents' room, closing the door behind you.

A few moments have passed, and you heard the bedroom door open, revealing your father, looking more distraught than he should be. He looked at you with apologetic eyes, and your stomach flipped at the sight. "What did you do, Papa?" you asked, your voice anxious and breaking.

"I'm sorry, my dearest. It had to be done."

Lieutenant General Karasu Tabito became a frequent visitor to your home. The reason? He became interested in you despite your short presence that day, thanks to your good-for-nothing sister. You're forced to face him every day with soft fake smiles that never reached your eyes. You try your best to be kind, at least just for the facade, so your family would be safer. You try your best to entertain his stories, all interesting and questionable. You try to respond accordingly, just as how your mother trained you all these years when the time comes for suitors to arrive at your doorstep.

Karasu was nothing but patient and kind, though sometimes, his eyes gave it away. He would sometimes look like he was analyzing you, the way you move, the way you speak, the way you laugh. Then one day, he said, "You're faking." That caught you a little off-guard. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, pulling your skirt down your knees. "I beg your pardon?" you replied.

"I don't like the way you're faking your interactions with me."

Like any other person in this time of war, hearing that would feel like a death sentence, especially with the situation your family was in. You, acting like their sacrificial lamb to this Japanese soldier, and him, a wolf. You smiled at him and shook your head. "I don't think I understand."

"Y/n, I know you feel forced to talk to me almost every day. But I want to let you know that I'm not like anyone out there. I don't agree with what they're doing, and I would..."

"You would?"

"If there wasn't a war, things like taking an interest in knowing you better wouldn't be that hard. Because I want to know you more and take you as my wife," he continued, his eyes full of honesty.

It took a year before you agreed to marry him, which your father was more than enthusiastic about. For him, it meant that your alliance and complacency with the Japanese colonizers were now set in stone and that your family would be forever safe from the horrors you read from underground newspapers that often arrive on your doorstep. You made sure Karasu never found any of it every time he visited your home before the marriage.

Life with him was peaceful, or it seemed to be. You were away from all the noise, and Karasu ensured you would live as a married couple peacefully. Every morning, there was a routine of you two drinking coffee at the dining table, him reading the newspaper, Japanese issued ones, and you humming a tune. It was lovely. Sometimes, he'd hold your hand as he drinks his coffee, and you'd smile at him.

Mornings also included helping him into his uniform every time he's being called to the office, ironing it to perfection. You'd help him button up his shirt, then hand him his hat, sometimes dusting it off before you do. "I'll be back soon," Karasu would say with a smile, and you'd respond, "Take care."

Your afternoons are spent tending the garden and listening to the vinyl records your father gave you as a wedding gift. They were pretty old, and you played them anyway. You'd sway alone in the living room until you grew tired. Then it was time to prepare dinner for you and your husband.

He'd consistently arrive home at 6:00 PM, leaving his boots by the doorway before he walked to you as you worked in the kitchen. He'd give you a chaste kiss on your temple, whispering, "I'm home." You're always glad whenever he comes home because it means things haven't gotten worse yet.

One night after dinner, while you were washing the dishes, humming a tune you heard from one of your records, you heard Karasu rummage through the same shelf of records in your living room. You weren't concerned, no. It's just he never once had an interest in your collection, yet here he was. Then you heard him put on one of the records to the record player you had in your home.

"Y/n," he called out, his feet padded on the wooded floor of your shared home, "dance with me." You looked at him over your shoulder, giving him a kind smile. "Just after this, Karasu."

He sighed as walked nearer to the sink where you were and turned off the faucet. You faced him with a slight disappointment on your features and he just smiled at you. He took a towel hanging from the drawer handles, and then wrapped your hands with it, drying them for you. "The dishes can wait. Please, dance with me." You could only nod and walk back with him to the living room as the scratchy music filled the living room. Karasu placed his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, beginning to sway with him. "We never danced before," he stated in which you hummed in reply. "I think the war hasn't let us, Karasu."

He shushed you softly as he shook his head. "No mentions of war in this home, Y/n. I told you that before, remember?"

"Sorry."

"It's okay. No need to. I want us to live away from it, even if we have to pretend. Keep your mind away from it."

Karasu sighed shakily as he pulled you closer to him, embracing you. You can feel the tension radiating from him, so you rest your hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Karasu, what's wrong?"

"You've been calling me Karasu for the longest time. Maybe it's time for you to call me Tabito," he said, his voice low, ignoring your question. You nodded and spoke his name. It felt new on your tongue, but it sounds much better now that you won't be calling his, and your, last name. Tabito rested his forehead against yours as you two were engulfed by the silence of the night and the hum of your record player.

It wasn't long until that peace slowly faded as Tabito would spend more time away from your home.

He came home with news of a possible battle, one that was inevitable. He told you in great detail what Japan would do to defend the Philippines from the Americans, and it would be bloody. You listened to him intently, holding his shaking hands. Tabito warned you of two outcomes: either they will lose and leave the country, or Japan will continue their reign over the islands. If you were asked right now, you don't know what to feel. If you were still 2 years younger, you'd feel overjoyed about the liberation of your country. However, now that you've come to know Tabito, and eventually, loved him more than you imagined, Japan losing would mean him leaving you behind.

The news of Japan's surrender broke you.

The sight of Tabito running to you and apologizing broke you.

"I know I never told you this in our whole marriage but remember that I love you. I loved every moment with you, and I would trade everything to be with you," he cried as he cupped your wet cheeks. "I love you, I love you, Y/n."

He left the next day along with the other Japanese troops, leaving you in your once-shared home.

It's such a shame, others would say, that your Japanese husband left you without a child. That you were left alone with hopes of him returning to get you. That after 3 years, you ended up lying on your deathbed.

That your last words before you closed your eyes were his name.

A second part of this story will be posted soon, so keep an eye!

[kvrokasaa]

Please, Don't Leave Me

Karasu x reader

cw: Gn!pronouns but afab!reader, reader has female genitalia, implied cunnilingus, and sex, suggestive themes at the end, angst-ish, fluff, kinda forced plot ngl, Karasu's accent might be off, not proofread, Otoya being respectful to a woman 😨, Isagi and Bachira are mentioned once.

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Today felt off. Well, more specifically, the past week has felt off. You don’t know if you’re the only one feeling this way. But it’s like the shift in your relationship has turned.

Every time you try and get attention from your boyfriend, he waves you off. Literally. He waves his hand, acting as if you’re a fly pestering him.

You don’t know what started this behavior. Just two weeks ago you both were fine. Visiting your family and having a nice time. You know it wasn’t anything your family said, they don’t pry into your relationships. But you can’t seem to figure it out for the life of you.

Just last night when you came over to his place, you tried to ask if he wanted to watch a movie with you. It was movie night, every week you both dedicate a night to watching movies, whatever happens, happens. But Karasu simply shrugged and said, “ ’s late and I have early practice tomorrow.”

Karasu never shrugs off movie night.

As to get some clarification for why this is happening, you decide to show up at his practice. And it wasn’t early morning, which made you even more confused.

So much questions and so little answers.

As you make your way to the field, they stopped playing for minute to catch their breaths and drink some water, you pass by a few of his teammates. They all give you confused glances.

You’ve never once showed up to his practices. Only to his games. It’s not because you didn’t want to, he just never asked and you didn’t want to intrude.

You carry a little bag in your hand. He forgot his lunch and, being a good s/o, you decided to bring it with you.

���Hey baby,” the words come out as you rest your head on his back. ��You forgot your lunch, here.”

You hand him the bag. It’s already past noon, but you’re guessing he didn’t have anything to eat unless his friends offered some of their food.

He only grunted in response and took the bag from your hand, rather forcefully too. “Thanks.” His response was curt.

He made his way to the benches and set the bag down.

“Why have you been ignoring me,” you’re not sure ignoring was the right word, but it was among the similarities of the traits he’s been showing you this past week. “I’m not ignoring ya.” His voice was laced with malice. You don’t know why, but your body reacted before your brain as it flinched a little.

His words, even the mean ones, never seemed to startle you. But after the agonizing thoughts every night, which caused less and less sleep, you couldn’t think straight. Which resulted in your body moving before you could think to stop it.

If he was concerned or remorseful about his attitude, he didn’t show it. His face was hardened and still, as if it was sculpted.

“It doesn’t feel like that. You’ve been putting me off all week. Not even a good morning text. What’s…” Your voice died off as you saw him turn around and glare at you. He’s acting like you broke one of his million dollar vases, which he does own unironically.

“Is that what ya want? A ‘good morning’ text, a ‘how was your day?’ text? I’m working my ass off all day to provide for me and you and yer complaining that I don’t show enough love? Just be grateful for once in our fucking relationship.”

You wanted to bite back, to tell him that you work too. Sure your job doesn’t pay as well as his does, but he also has the inheritance from his family to back him up. You don’t. You get up every morning and work, you don’t complain either. Sure, what you’re doing now can be classified as complaining, but you rarely ever open your mouth to complain. And you are grateful, you don’t know how many times you’ve been grateful in your relationship with him. It’s not a chore for you, but he’s acting like you’ve never said, ‘thank you,’ to him once.

But you bite your tongue when he opens his mouth again. “I don’t think ya understand, Y/n. I play soccer for me; this is the only chance I get to be away from you. But now you show up and have to ruin everything. Get it through yer thick skull, I don’t want you around unless it’s necessary.”

Your eyes widen at his last sentence. Did he think you were a chore to be around? Did he only want you around when he felt it was convenient? Did he ever think of you as his s/o?

You aren’t one to cry in public places, sometimes you even hold back your tears in your own bedroom. You don’t like the feeling of tears sliding down your cheeks. You hate the feeling of pain and failure. You’ve never even cried in front of your own boyfriend and you have been together for six months now.

But you can’t stop the tear from falling down your cheek and onto the grassy field. You manage to stop the next one, and the one after that. You sniffle and nod your head. You have nothing left to say to him, if he wants space, then you’ll give him space. This is just him setting his boundaries, right?

Right.

“Okay.” You don’t know how, but you manage to hold your head up and keep your tears at bay, along with your voice neutral. “If you really feel that way, then I’ll leave.”

There were many implications behind your words. You could mean the relationship or just the field where you stand in now. You honestly don’t know which one of them you meant. But you let your legs take you away from his one happy place.

He chose his career over you, and you’re fine with that. But you being fine with that doesn’t mean you will settle into this little routine.

You’ll dip your feet into the water, see how much of an impact his words leave in your relationship. If you don’t like the ripples in the water, then you’ll just leave.

He hears scoffs and snorts from his team as he snaps back to reality. “What the fuck dude? All they did was ask you a simple question.” Isagi chimes in. “Yeah man. You did not need to blow up that like.”

Otoya looks over at Isagi and nods his head, “I’m going with Isagi on this one.”

Karasu scoffs. “Shut it, fuckboy. You-” “Don’t tell me what to do moron. You made them fucking cry.”

He made you cry? You’ve never cried before, at least not in front of him. Was he so lost in thought that he didn’t even see your tears? Did his words hurt you that much?

“You gotta fix this before it’s too late~.” Bachira voiced Karasu's thoughts.

...

Your house seems bare and lonely without the smile on your face, or the warm touches from him. Your plants seem to reflect your emotions, droopy and sad.

You make your way to your bedroom, ready to sulk in bed for the rest of the day. Thanks to it being a weekend, you have the day off. Which means you could sulk for as long as you want.

You pull the weighted blanket onto your body and sigh contentedly at the comfort. This is the only comfort you need right now, a stupid rom-com, some junk food, and a good amount of weight.

Your phone goes off before you can delve into the movie too much. You sigh, already knowing who it’s from. You picked it up and just as you guessed, Karasu.

He had a written a whole paragraph about how sorry he is and that he would be glad to make it up to you. You opted to just text him back with:

It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it haha, it’s late so I’ll talk in the morning. Goodnight!

You already know that he’s going to think something’s up. Let him, he deserves the cold shoulder, an insidious voice sang in the back of your mind. As much as you want to brush the voice away, you know that it’s true. He does deserve the cold shoulder. You’ve been nothing but good to him and he treats you like this?

You let your thoughts run wild and finally determine that you'll respect his words for a bit. If he wants you to leave him alone, you'll leave him alone. You won't go to his practices and games or make him his lunches anymore.

A few hours passed by as you dwelled in your bed. You should probably text some of your friends and ask for a night out. But honestly, you just wanted to stay in and eat all the junk you can.

You've watched at least three rom-com movies; some made you laugh and some made you cry. You want to say that you mainly cringed, but what you mainly did was wish Karasu could act like some of the male leads.

Yeah, he remembers your favorite food and gets you as many things as you want. But you wish he would put away his pride and apologize.

Before you knew it, your eyes drifted off while your mind rambled about Karasu.

...

The smell of pancakes and eggs woke you from your slumber. You yawned and stretched your muscles as you made your way out of bed. You weren't too shocked to see Karasu in your kitchen with the 'kiss the cook' apron you gifted him as a joke on his birthday.

When you two had an argument, he would always cook you food, buy you things, and spend the entire day with you. But those things are meaningless after the argument you had the other day.

But you still let him try.

He smiles when he sees your sleepy face. But his smile turned into a pout when he saw your runny mascara and puffy/red eyes. He did that. He made you cry. Karasu walks up to you and brings you into his arms.

"I'm sorry pretty baby," he kissed your forehead. "I don't deserve you."

You snort at that; there's something you both can agree on. He smiles when he hears your snort. Step one: make you laugh: check.

You both sit at the table and eat the delicious food he made. Contrary to popular opinion, Karasu is actually a good cook. The food was gone in minutes.

"I have a game tomorrow," he says as he chews the last bite on his plate. "I can reserve a front-row seat for you, like always."

You give him a kind smile; you want to say no but his puppy eyes are too tempting. "Okay." Your response was curt, you didn't mean anything by it. But Karasu took it as you giving the same attitude he gave you yesterday. He pouted and grabbed your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. "I wanna hear ya cheering f'me, okay?" You nodded your head and he smiled at that, bringing your hand up and kissing it. "That's my pretty baby."

You two spent the whole day talking and shopping. You got the things you needed and wanted, and even more things that Karasu thought would look good on you.

The gifts made you smile, but they held most of the weight behind your fake smile. You didn't want to speak out that you didn't need these meaningless things, you just wanted him to hug you and tell you that he loves you. You know that you just have to speak up about these things, but you don't want to start another argument.

Your tongue was bit through the entire day and night with him.

...

You woke up a bit later than intended, but the sleep was welcomed and needed. You felt like the pain and memories of the past few days have been erased.

You felt like you were forgetting something. You yawned and turned on your phone, then it hit you.

Karasu's soccer game. It's 1:30 in the afternoon, you're sure the game is already halfway through. And it's a thirty-minute drive to the stadium. Which means when you get there, it'll be almost over. So, there's no point in going. So you opted to just grab something to eat and turn on Netflix. Yeah, you feel bad, but honestly, Karasu deserves this. Maybe he'll remember not to catch an attitude with you for no reason.

Karasu on the other hand, is distraught. He doesn't remember how many times he's looked over at the stands.

He thought that you were over the other day. He apologized and made it up to you. He took you shopping and to your favorite restaurant.

His mind was elsewhere and he couldn't get into the flow of the game. His kicks weren't on point and his precision was flawed. The coach called him in and swapped for another player.

"Get your shit together or leave."

Karasu took the latter; he needs to see you.

The drive was long originally, but his thoughts made it longer. Every second he wasn't with you, he felt that it was another second you could up and leave his life.

He finally got there and quickly unlocked your door with the spare key. No boxes, nothing packed, nothing is gone. Air came back into his lungs, and he could finally breathe again.

He rushed to your room, his pout getting deeper as he saw you on your bed watching Netflix.

Your eyes widened as he rushed into your room. You swear this man will give you cardiac arrest one of these days. "What..What are you doing here?" Your eyes followed him as he stalked to your side of the bed where you were lying. "Your game, it hasn't even ended yet." He grabbed your hands before he answered, bringing them up to his cheeks.

"Baby, I'm sorry for being a dickhead, but doncha think it's rude to not come when I asked ya to?" He almost whined out. You pouted as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, "I'm sorry," you cooed out. "My handsome boy, I didn't mean to."

He shook his head, "No, don't apologize baby. I shouldn't have yelled at ya. Forgive me, yeah? Just please, don't leave me." He pouted, "I don't think I can go any longer without yer kisses and hugs." He doesn't remember when he got so romantic and cheesy. He used to laugh at people who were obsessed with their s/o and used to call them mediocre. But now here he is, so fucking obsessed with you. He feels like he can't breathe when you don't give him your love. He lives off it.

"I love ya so much, my pretty baby." He brought one of your hands to his lips, peppering kisses all of it as he looked into your eyes. "Ya don't gotta say it back, jus want ya to know."

And you did know, especially through his actions. The way he kisses you, the way he dotes on you, and the way he went down on you for hours. No amount of whines and pleads for him to stop, no amount of " 's too much," were enough to stop him. His tongue and his groans against you made you feel both pain and pleasure. Karasu loves you so much and proved that while he fucked you all night.

a/n: His accent, his smile, him <3333 Karasu is just ahbsdjsdhsdje. I'm acting up for this man

[nightfox67]

Oh Karasu..... It'll get better I promise.... The liquid is a mix of blaze powder and liquid Redstone btw.

[neeeooon]

okay mb i misread the “parents walk in on you” pt 3 as the “find out they have a kid” pt 3 and already wrote half of it so.. here we go !!

when they find out they have a kid pt 3

ex-husband!bllk x fem!reader. angst, cursing, mentions of sex (no smut), barou and karasu’s kids have a name

shidou ryusei

-> “mommy, why are you sad?” your three-year-old asked as you stared down at the news article on your phone. your short-lived marriage to shidou had been just that—short. yet some paparazzi still liked to keep tabs on you

-> now, you were staring down at a photo of you holding your daughter while walking her home from a play date. they didn’t blur her face, leaving her large pink eyes on display. the title, “pxg’s shidou’s secret life?!” was printed in bold lettering that left you feeling sick to your stomach

-> you found out you were pregnant after finalizing your divorce, and though you wanted to tell him, your mother convinced you that a child would ruin shidou’s career and his life. that you’d all be better off keeping the child a secret. you hadn’t wanted to believe her, but after following the rather reckless lifestyle in tabloids following your divorce, you gave in and agreed to keep her from him

-> a gentle knock on your apartment door pulls you from breakfast the next morning, and shidou is there with an almost blank expression on his face. his eyes, though, pink like your daughters, shimmer with unshed emotion

-> “y/n, i… i’m not… can we just—“ the word talk dies in his throat when he sees a tiny human peek up at him from the crack between the door and the wall. “oh my god!” you say, stumbling forward as shidou suddenly drops to his knees

-> he sits there, staring at this child that looks remarkable like him. like you. “are you okay?!” your poor, sweet daughter asks as tears start to fall from shidou’s eyes. she runs forward and grabs his face with her tiny hands now that he’s at her height, moving his head around as she looks for injuries

-> “you don’t have any booboos,” her brows furrow in confusion. “why are you sad?” you feel sick with guilt as you watch your daughter give shidou a hug to try and cheer him up. you can see him visibly shaking as he hugs her back, careful not to squeeze too hard and hurt her

-> when your daughter disappears to show her new friend her favorite stuffed animals, shidou turns his gaze to you. “please tell me why you kept this from me? please make it make sense, y/n, because i’m drawing blanks.” he rubs his temples and sighs. “did i hurt you? did you feel unsafe having me around her? why—“ “it was my mother,” you cut him off. “she… convinced me that you’d be better off. i was emotional and confused and she used that against me. i’m so sorry, ryusei.”

bachira meguru

-> were you ever diagnosed with schizophrenia? you texted your ex-husband after four years of silence. you hadn’t wanted to contact him at all, despite ending on decent terms, but your daughter’s daycare kept calling you to complain that she was talking to “monsters” instead of playing with the other children

-> you weren’t expecting him to call, but answered when he did. “hello?” “schizophrenia isn’t contagious, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “so you got the diagnosis?” “i’m not schizophrenic!”

-> the phone call had you both laughing like old times, and after catching up for nearly two hours, he mentioned that he’d be in town in a few weeks and asked you to coffee. you said yes, figuring now was a better time than ever to break the news that he was a father

-> sitting in a little restaurant together, after chatting lightly for a while, you finally worked up the courage to tell him. “do you know why i suddenly texted you?” bachira looks confused. “i figured it was a flirting tactic. that, or you’ve been seeing monsters, too.”

-> he was joking, but when you placed a photo of your daughter on the table, he stilled. “i haven’t. but she has.” you watch him visibly swallow as he picks the photo up, hands trembling just slightly. “is this a joke, y/n?” “no. i’m so sorry, bachira.”

-> you can tell by his eyes that he’s distraught, but he still attempts a small smile. “she’s mine?” “she’s yours.” “and she sees monsters?” you nod and say, “just one. her daycare is worried that she won’t make any friends…”

-> “she… isn’t getting picked on by the other kids, is she?” he asks in a wavering voice, and you reach across the table to take his trembling hand in your own. “she’s not. she’s the happiest little girl you could ever meet.” “can i? meet her?” “would you like that?” “more than anything, i think.”

-> your daughter isn’t the least bit hesitant or shy when you introduce bachira to her. all she sees is a new friend, someone her monster approves of, and jumps at his legs. “wanna see my lego bat mobile?! it’s pink and has wings!!” he happily agrees, letting her drag him off to play

barou shouei

-> you knew you had fertility issues when you married barou, and you were completely transparent with him about it. he stayed with you, supporting you through treatments as you tried to start a family. after year five of failure, your marriage was in shambles

-> the divorce papers came after your final attempt at ivf treatment, and since the doctors told you it likely wouldn’t stick, you wished barou the best in getting the family he always wanted and signed

-> when your pregnancy test came back positive two months later (you’d been too scared to take an earlier one), he’d already moved on with a model

-> your son was six when he found out who his father was. “mom, why do you have pictures with that soccer player from italy?” you froze and tried to laugh it off, to tell him barou was just an old friend, but your son was too smart for his own good. upset with the fact that you tried to lie, he reached out to barou himself

-> when you get a text the next day asking if it’s true, if you have his son, you’re devastated. “why would you do that, sakuya?” “you lied to me! everyone else at school had a dad, it’s not fair!”

-> with both demanding to meet, you don’t see any other option but to comply. even worse? the boys hit it off immediately. you didn’t realize how similar sakuya was to shouei until watching them communicate together like this wasn’t their first time meeting

-> “i want to stay here,” was the worst thing your son could ever say to you. though barou assured you that it would just be him at the house, that they’d play soccer and watch movies and order food, you felt like your baby was slipping through your fingers. still, all you wanted was to make him happy

-> with tears in your eyes, you told your ex-husband, “i want hourly updates. i’ll send you a list of everything he likes and doesn’t like, what he can and can’t have, and his favorite movies. this is just a test run, shouei, okay? he’s coming home to me in the morning.” “fine. if that’s what he wants.” “he is a child. he will be back home with me in the morning, or he won’t come back here again.” “… fine.”

kunigami rensuke

-> you got married young, when kunigami was still.. kunigami

-> his career changed him, and you both know it. he knew you weren’t happy anymore, but he was never home for you to talk it out. the longer he was away, the easier it was to stay apart

-> the last time you saw him as your husband, you slept together to see if there was anything left to save your relationship. to show you still loved each other. you got divorced a week later, and not long after that, you found out you were pregnant

-> you were very depressed and had to have your family take care of you throughout your pregnancy. you didn’t want to keep it at first, especially since you had no intention of telling your ex-husband, but everything changed once your son was born

-> you got back on your feet. straightened your life up. took care of yourself so you could take care of him. and you were happy. even after two years, you started dating again and settled down with someone who loved your son as his own

-> when you saw kunigami sitting at your mother’s kitchen table, a framed photograph of you and your three-year-old, you could barely force your lips to form words

-> “so… we have a kid.” “i do, yes.” “that’s not fair. i’m his father—“ “he already has a father, and it’s not you.” kunigami flinched at your words. “y/n—“ “tell me the truth, rensuke. if you’d known i was pregnant after we got divorced, would you have wanted anything to do with him? would you have quit soccer for us?” his silence is all the answer you need

karasu tabito

-> “get out! i never want to see you again!” were the last words you said to your husband when you saw photos of him kissing someone else on your phone. he tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding, but you weren’t having any of it. you didn’t know at the time that your hormones were extremely skewed, but it wouldn’t have mattered

-> when your son was born, you dedicated your life to him. you raised him on your own with only the help of a few friends. you wanted nothing to do with your ex because you knew, if given the opportunity, he would find a way back into your heart and your bed

-> as your son grew older, part of you regretted keeping him from having a father figure, but you convinced yourself that it was for the best

-> when he told you that his elementary school was having professional athletes visit, you thought nothing of it, given how excited he was. plus, you knew your ex-husband played for france, so there was no way he’d ever visit your son’s school… until you got the email from the school announcing which players would visit

-> by the time you called to pull your boy out of class, it was too late. you sped into an available parking spot and rushed to the front, only to find your five-year-old sitting on a little bench, legs swinging, as he chatted karasu’s ear off about a book you’d read to him

-> “taichi! what have i told you about talking to strangers?” you quietly but firmly scolded as you scooped your son’s hand up in yours. “but mama, he’s famous! and he says you used to hold hands! he even showed me photos!” “never go with anyone unless i tell you, okay?” “okay..”

-> “he’s a smart kid,” karasu commented from the bench, and you shot him a glare before tightening your grip on your son’s hand. “yes, he is.” “does he know who i am?” “we’re not doing this. not here.” “i think now’s a better time than ever, y/n.”

-> with grit teeth, you kneel down to taichi’s height and give his shoulder’s a gentle squeeze. “baby, remember what i told you about your dad?” taichi’s eyes lit up. “that he’s not home because he’s doing great things across the world!” “well…” you shoot karasu a seething glare, and he steps forward to ruffle your son’s hair. “hey, kid.”

pt 1 // pt 2

[angelfishe]

# 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Blue lock men x reader

Character : isagi yoichii, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Rin itoshi, Sae itoshi, Shoei barou, karasu tabito

Ever since you were a kid your parents always pressure you to be perfect if not your good for nothing, everything was dark until he came...

Warning : contained child abuse and violence

( if you ever experienced this please call for help )

ISAGI

+ Your relationship was forbidden by your family, believing it will distract you from your school as well after school competition. But he didn't care, he always was there for you when you were tired or needed a shoulder to cry

+ after your parents realize about your secret relationship, they forbid you from going anywhere taking your phone away not allowing for you to see him for 2 weeks

+ after avoiding him like a plague, when you were at the gym, isagi was at class his eyes were on you. He realizes you look fatigued more weaker, exhausted, you were also extremely pale and suddenly you collapse.

+ he immediately rushed out of class ignoring the teachers yelling rush towards the court yard where you were being treated by your class mates, he carried your pass out body to the nurse office and stayed there until you were awake

+ when you wake up, he is right beside you and when he sees you wake up, he immediately rushes asking thousands of questions, after you tell him how burnt you were after the pressure he decides for you to live with him or move in.

+ his parents allowed it because they love you well what about your family they were against it but since he has proof of abuse, you will live with him in the meantime. That night you and him cuddle under the moonlight and you release a small "thank you" falling asleep peacefully in his arms.

NAGI

+ at first he never really noticed anything about your home life believing it was bad but it was not as bad as this. What woke him up was reo asking why do you ask you always wearing long sleeves, and then it also clicked to him why you were always wearing long sleeves.

+ at lunch you were about to reach over something he caught a glimpse of a bruise it was purple and it seems to be very fresh as if it was a new bruise inflicted on you, he grab your wrist and lift your sleeves showing bruises to bruises in your arm.

+ he ask with a serious tone who did this to you, it was your parents due to getting a 98 they would hit you with a wooden Cain as punishment what click towards him was that you see yourself in the wrong not them.

+ he suddenly went silent, and when you asked if he was okay, he grabbed your hand and told you to stay at his place, he will help you grab your stuff, he's getting you out of there no matter what. And he doesn't hear any word that declines This is good for you and makes you safe he will protect you

+ after school he would follow you home and be told to pack up your stuff, your parents scream and yell about what he is doing but he just stands there and glares at them, when you were about to finish your parents manage to pass him and about to land a hit when he stopped it

+ he pushes them to the ground glaring at them and telling them if they ever land a hand on you he will kill them, he grabs your hand and walks you both towards outside the door, Making you are unharmed.

REO

+ he will always find you weird, he can always sense that your smile is a big act to put up towards everybody not knowing what's lurking under it, you and him are by far one of the top students in school, and he will always find you in a state of being perfect.

+ when you both got into a relationship, of course your parents are both joyful of you being the girlfriend of REO MIKAGE the heir of the Mikage cooperation and since he's the heir of the prestigious company so you must be more extra perfect for him

+ your studying would become 24/7 no breaks because Mikage reo wouldn't settle for less of course so you gotta be more perfect for him. So it means no skipping on lessons as well as music practice.

+ reo started to notice black eye bags under your eyes and every time, he suggested on a date you would reject and saying that you have lessons or need to study even tho not having an exam.

+ until one day when you are in the library, he grabs your hand and tells you he's taking you somewhere special, it's the cafe you both go on dates, where he ask you what's wrong and why do you always look tired.

+ you finally lay on him on what's happening at home and by your state and what your family told you, you believe you're not good for him and both of you should break up because you're not good for him. And left him at the cafe stunt

+ when you showed up to school your entire body was filled with bruises he immediately realized you were in serious pain, he dragged you towards the nurse office to get patch up and called his personal doctor to do a check up on you. As well hiring a private investigator to make sure your parents lost custody over you

RIN

+ he would always see you as a quiet and smart person always minding your own matters not involving yourself in other problems, during your relationship he started to realize something going on.

+ at first he would stay silent and observe from afar because he believes it's not his place to get involved, as well him lacking emotional capabilities is confused what to do. He knows you love him and he loves you too but he doesn't know what to do.

+ after sometime you and him decided to break up it wasn't an argument it was just a natural agreement, when he was about to drop off some of your stuff at home he saw that you were about to be hit.

+ his body moves by itself and grabs your fathers hands and twists causing him to scream in pain, he glared at them at yell what the hell they were about to do

+ he pushes them off and grabs you, and pulls you towards his house, his parents are aware of the situation of you and your home so they allow you to stay, during at night you question why would he do this he answered with I love you and kiss your forehead.

+ the next following days your parents would try to get you back but him and his parents protected, and when he answered the door towards Infront he would immediately shut the door immediately. Not letting them take you away from him.

SAE

+ he had already known in the beginning you were suffering and he was already planning on moving away somewhere and taking you with him to run away with him and be happy with him.

+ and that opportunity came when he was invited to play at lil Madrid in Spain, he askedj you to meet him at the park where you both met after school, and when you made it there was sae patiently waiting for you.

+ he breaks down the news of him going to Spain and asking if you wish to run away with him, he will provide everything house, food and anything else in your life as long as you come with him. He's already making a decent amount from competition and savings.

+ you disagree at the Idea first but he kissed your forehead saying to think about it first as well promising you safety for you far from this hell hole, and during the night you were up at night, you already made the decision your running away with him sending him with an okay text.

+ you secretly pack your stuff when your parents was working and left immediately with sae towards Spain only living a letter for them to read, the entire plane ride sae is holding your hand and whispering words of affection towards you sending a feeling of freedom.

+ by now you both are waiting until you guys are 19 or 20 to get married, you are happily living with him in Spain and every time your parents try to attempt contact they will be blocked immediately.

BAROU

+ your parents already disprovel of your relationship seeing he was a gangster and a stain towards your prestigious and perfect reputation believing he will cause pain but in reality they were the one causing pain and he saved you

+ even tho he seems rough and rude he would never do horrible things to you he's always sweet making sure you are taken care, buying you food and more.

+ and you started to live with his family because you were unable to hold the pressure and the abuse your home life is causing you, so he recommended you to live with him

+ during packing your father tried to confront you but barou was there and it managed to push down your father's ego because look at him, he's taller and has more muscle than him.

+ and when you guys were walking out the door barou would leave one message towards them to you again and he would kill them and close the door.

KARASU

+ why did you stop talking to him, both of you guys went to different schools but became acquainted thru friend groups, honestly its weird you haven't replied towards his messages for 3 days now and when he tried to visit your school you have already went home.

+ you usually wait for him to show up so you guys can walk together but this is strange, he started to ask your friends about what's happening but they told him you been looking more exhausting than ever.

+ meanwhile your phone and all of your devices have been confiscated unable to make contact with him, as well your parents always monitoring you. You were studying when suddenly the door bell rang it was karasu and he was worried about you.

+ your parents were about to shut the door and when he saw you he immediately rushed in and checked up on you asking as if you were okay, your parents answered for him saying that you've been fooling around with him too much so they doubled your study time which caused a glare from him.

+ he immediately took your hand and pulled you towards the door saying towards your parents he has unfinished business and you will start to live with him, before they could react he slammed the door, he rolled up your sleeves and saw the many bruises cover your body. He's already planning ways to get away with murder if they harm you again.

[meracyn]

imagine you're dating otoya, even though you have a nagging suspicion that he’s been cheating. rather than creating a scandal, doing the typical shouting and slap, you decide to do something more worthy of him. so you plan on exposing his lying ass online—and what better way to do it other than contacting a famous group known for doing loyalty tests?

a few days later they contacted you, asking to meet up and make a plan. before it happens, you decide to tell his best friend—karasu, about it. surprisingly he agrees to go with you and doesn’t call you out for it. so you end up going with him to that meeting.

fastforward to a week later, you’re still with otoya. his kisses aren’t as honeyed anymore, barely staying to hang out with you, but he hasn’t broken up with you yet. so you know this is it. this is your chance. you ask him if he could pick up a friend of yours. he’s confused but agrees.

soon you’re watching him through the laptop unbeknownst to him, fingers gripped tightly around nothing— or maybe onto the last thread of hope that otoya won’t cheat behind your back. karasu is sitting next to you, seeing otoya go from being all ‘friendly’ before full on flirting with a girl he just met 15 minutes ago. needless to say, he failed. horribly. the crew members are trying to comfort you, when karasu gets an idea.

that’s when you’re walking into the scene with karasu trailing behind, hands in his pockets as he holds back a smirk once he sees otoya deadass freeze, clearly not expecting any of this.

and that’s how you end up confronting otoya directly with cameras surrounding him—recording everything. all while you’re sitting on karasu’s lap, his arm lazily holding your waist as he’s leaned back on the chair, smirking at otoya in satisfaction.

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if you get the reference ur hot (even if u dont youre still pretty pookie dw 🤭 yes im rizzing you up)

[jifloulette]

"The morning fog feels so thick, doesn't it?" It reminds me of the confusion clouding my mind since we drifted apart

ITOSHI RIN, rensuke kunigami, michael kaiser, BAROU SHOUEI, eita otoya, OLIVER AIKU (bllk) || yuji terushima, toru oikawa, tsukishima kei, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, kenma kozume, KYOTANI KENTARO (hk)

"The night feels darker than usual, doesn't it?' It reminds me of the emptiness i feel without your light guiding me.

hiori yo, BACHIRA MEGURU, aoshi tokimitsu, YUKIMIYA KENYU, chigiri hyoma, nijiro nanase, REO MIKAGE (bllk) || lev haiba, hajime hinata, BOKUTO KOTARO, yamaguchi tadashi, NISHINOYA YU (hk)

"The horizon stretches endlessly, doesn't it?" It makes me think of how far our future once seemed, but now feels unreachable

YOICHI ISAGI, nagi seishiro, zantetsu tsurugi, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, alexis ness, ITOSHI SAE, jyubei aryu (bllk) || daichi sawamura, SUGAWARA KOSHI, hajime iwaizumi, WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA, osamu miya, SHINSUKE KITA (hk)

"The rivers flows so calmly today, doesn't it?" It reminds me of the peace I've been searching for, but cant seem to find without you.

REO MIKAGE, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, ryusei shidou, ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE (bllk) || suna rintaro, ATSUMU MIYA, hinata shoyo, tendo satori, AKAASHI KEIJI, asahi azumane, KAGEYAMA TOBIO (hk)

"The gentle sway of the trees feel like a dance, doesn't it?" It reminds me of the rhythm or our love story, flowing gracefully through every season together.

YUKIMIYA KENYU, bachira meguru, YOICHI ISAGI, reo mikage, michael kaiser, HYOMA CHIGIRI, (pre wildcard) kunigami rensuke (bllk) || HINATA SHOYO, iwaizumi hajime, BOKUTO KOTARO, suna rintaro, SHINSUKE KITA (hk) + your faves !!

©🇯​​🇮​​🇫​​🇱​​🇴​​🇺​​🇱​​🇪​​🇹​​🇹​​🇪​, do not steal, translate, or repost any of my writings anywhere else.

im literally back in my grind because wdym i posted THREE fics in the span of two days?? im sorry if some of these hurt, at least i added fluff at the end, i guess..?

[chiipay]

Omg I love your works!!

So basically I really want the 'protecting you' scenarios (like the reader is getting harrassed and our bllk bfs throw a punch) of Rin, Karasu, Nagi and Barou (and anyone else you want!!!) Thank you 🥰🥰

Okay (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ I'm suck at this scenarios so I'll try my best (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

F*CK OFF 👹- ITOSHI RIN

You and Rin are just strolling in the supermarket to pick up some groceries since you kinda ate everything in the fridge as it was for 'emotional food therapy' you said to Rin. He didn't budge about it and just grabbed the back of your shirt and dragged you to the supermarket with him.

The thing happened when he left your side for a minute because his teammates called up on him there and he had to shoved them to the other side because they seem to be bugging you in his eyes.

You were just strolling down to find some ice cream for Rin- bending your body a bit to grab out from the cooler. A whistle from a guy behind you was heard making you shudder and alert of it. You quickly stand up properly and twist your head 90° (jk) to face the guy. You thought about slapping him but you somehow met with an unconvincing entrance of Itoshi Rin already grabbed the collar of the guy shirt-

You quickly step in and drag Rin away from the poor guy who now looks anxious while you mutter a small apology to him somehow you felt bad. As you drag rin away from the scene, Rin looks towards the guy while lifting middle finger to him as he grumbles a lot of curse words making you drag him with you even faster-

"I'm gonna kill you- gonna hunt you- fuck you- kys- go die- commit suicide- don't stare at her- fuck you- fucking disgusting- die die die-" you have to put your hand on rin's mouth so he wouldn't try to curse the poor guy whole generation.

BEGONE 🗣️‼️- KARASU TOBITO

Dang- you just wanted to see karasu at practice today- why is this happening to you..ughhh-

Some guy came up to you while you were navigating about the location karasu gave you. The guy kept bugging you to have a ride with him in his vehicle but even with so many refusal he seems to not be getting a hint. You were thiiiiissssss 🤏 close to hit him with your purse.

" come on, it will be fun-"

He whistles at you making you infuriating even more.

' dang-just leave me alone- WHY THE HELL KARASU SEND ME A LOCATION OF NOWHERE TO BE FOUND-"

You walk even faster on the sidewalk completely ignoring the guy who kept giving offers to you. You didn't even realize his vehicle stopped as he stepped out of his own vehicle and started to walk up to you.

You noticed the guy a minute later before you started to run for your life while that same guy chased after you. ' OH SH-'

You bumped into some hard chest making you look up instantly and met with the so-called crow head. Karasu smiles cheekily at you and looks at the guy who chased you who's now just standing in front of karasu.

" thanks for assisting her, sure you got some business to do aren't yah? "

Karasu put his hand on the guy's shoulder. You didn't know what was happening due to karasu holding you close to his chest. But you could hear the guy slowly walking away leaving you and karasu alone.

" sorry- yer good? Thought you got lost in the forest for a sec."

" you did a shitty job on sending a location-"

"my bad. Let me treat ya some goods kay?"

TING KE TING🔥- NAGI SEISHIRO

You weren't a big fan of football but somehow Nagi managed to drag you into one of his games today. You have lost when he started to give you a puppy eyes look. It was his cheeks you think that your defense got lost there. Bro has chubby cheeks you could not resist.

You sigh deeply as you look towards nagi from your seat. Yeah he's good at playing it- it's not like you are mesmerized by his goal when he trapped the ball perfectly and tricked his ally thinking his going to pass it- yeah you definitely aren't mesmerized by it.

" hi- is this seat taken?" A pair of eyes came into your vision as the guy asked you.

"oh- uh no.." you shake your head a bit. The guy smiles towards the answer and happily sits next to you making you try to distance yourself away for a bit---🤏

"that guy is good right? That number 10, nagi. " The guy leans a bit towards your side making you anxiously getting nervous asf.

" Huh-? O-oh oh yeah number 10? He's very good at trapping.. he's a good player." You nervously laugh a bit. It's kinda funny to talk about your partner to some stranger. You talked to him for a bit while making a conversation about football which you weren't interested in but still managed to answer because Nagi used to ramble it to you. While talking, you didn't notice Nagi sending death glare at the guy you were talking to from afar.

You stop talking for a bit as you look back to the field to seek for Nagi just to find him looking at you while pouting from the very far. You got confused as Nagi lifted his hand and pointed to the seat next to you making you look at the side and see the guy who looked at you too. It took you a second, before you widened the hit as you looked at Nagi again and shook your head lots of times while making an explanation in a sign language.

Nagi looks at you for a bit before returning back to his teammates clearly ignoring your demure. Oh no. Looks like you gotta prepare yourself when you get back home..

RAWR RAWR 💥- BAROU SHOEI

" here- try this on." Barou who is lending his jacket to so you could be covered properly.

Barou who would blame the society who can't keep their eyes to themselves. Barou blames his own kind for not being able to keep their hands off someone who's uncomfortable with touching. He's mad for sure. He put his jacket securely around your waist before neatly settling it jacket's hands into a pretty bow.

It wasn't your fault and Barou knows that. Barou almost put up a fight with some guy on the street when the guy started hitting on you.

"...sorry" you mutter in a small voice as Barou leads you to sit on a bench.

"it's not your fault. Don't be sorry." Barou who's treating you carefully not wanting to upset you from what happened earlier. He felt like he was the one who should apologise to you for not being there.

"...i wanna go home.."

" mhm..got it. Want me to carry you? It's already late, no one is here so we can have the night for ourselves." Barou who softens his voice so you wouldn't be scared by him.

"...that would be nice..." He slowly reaches his hands before making it way to your back and under your thighs and lifts it up.

" do you want something along the way? There would be a convenience store nearby." You shook your head and Barou hummed in response. Barou who carries you as you slept peacefully under his care. Barou who would punch the guy that bothered you if he ever saw him again

[cheralith]

feat. karasu tabito (with otoya eita) || wc: 758 contains: gn!reader, no pronouns used, alcohol consumption, cheating mention, angst a/n: ok last blurb of the day then i gotta lock in for my exam tmrw

karasu frowns at your stupidly wide smile.

"yer drunk."

"so i am!"

abruptly, you stand up. you let out a laugh as your feet toddle from side to side, a sense of balance clearly non-existent. the smell of booze is evident from your clothes when karasu helps you to your feet from the bench you sent your location from. how much liquor you had consumed for tonight, he didn't know. and maybe he doesn't want to.

"'m sorry i called you so unexpectedly..." you murmur as karasu takes off his jacket and rests it on your shoulders, a chill from the night passing through. "you were just the closest person nearby that i could trust..."

karasu's breath hitches at the word. trust. something he thought you and him had extinguished a long time ago, when you, a dear long-term friend of his, broke up with his best friend. he remembers how heartbroken you looked not at otoya, but at him for choosing to stay with the man that cheated on you. for excusing his behavior.

something about bro-code and whatnot. or whatever men in their early twenties talked about that upkept a friendship.

"the designated driver—" you hiccup, body jerking. "—drank too much. a-and all the cab fares are too damn high. and i don't th-think it's wise for me to try and walk home like this..."

"smart move," karasu mutters. a sense of sensibility in a state where you should've lacked some—something that he can admire.

karasu loses some words that he's always wanted to say to you, not sure if this is the right moment to do so, so a silence keeps you and him apart emotionally, only the dissonant shuffle of your feet with his echoing.

"... i saw him tonight," you murmur suddenly.

he glances at you and notices that your head is down. the solemn smile on your lips tell him all that he needs to know.

"he was flirting with a girl, per usual," you warbly laugh, "but... for some reason i couldn't help but think of you when i saw otoya..."

he stops walking. you do too. his chest feels heavy, feels tight. an overdue apology lingering on his chest.

you hum, "it's been, what... five years? since he and i broke up?"

karasu nods, always keeping some sort of close eye on you even after graduating college. you gave him that shred of mercy at least, letting him still follow your socials and even your phone number—even though he hadn't texted a word in it in years until now (though, he'd often find himself rummaging through five-year-old texts that were misted with friendship and a dash of one-sided pining).

he didn't know if it was relief or dread that filled him when he saw your name pop up in his phone.

y/n : hi. hope ur doing well y/n: im drunk hahahhe y/n : do u still live near the bar y/n : if u do can u pick me up from here plz andty [ y/n sent their location ] y/n : plz.. its rly dark out :((

he didn't know how fast he got up out of bed, put on his coat, and ran towards your little blue dot on his phone. how he hated each second that ticked, a second closer that something might get to you faster than he could. how much his heart bloomed with the suppressed ache he had been hiding for years when he saw you for the first time slumped over a bench.

"i think so, yeah," karasu sighs.

you smile blankly and then fall into silence, letting karasu drag you by your feet again.

"you know," you pick up again, "every time i look back at that night, i always feel like i'm getting shot or something."

karasu chest hurts again. he thins his lips, silent, not knowing if he has a say in this. he remembers it too vividly—a drunk otoya with hickeys and lipstick marks on his neck, smelling like an unknown cheap perfume. a tear-stricken you as you yelled at him, then turning to karasu and asking him to choose between the two of you. who he was going to stay loyal to.

with him ultimately choosing the person that would end up in bed with his then-girlfriend at the time not even a year later.

suddenly, you stop walking. karasu does too.

a smile falls to the ground suddenly, along with some tears. "'specially hurts a lot because i lost the person i think i really loved that night."

you turn to karasu suddenly, a sadness swimming deep in your eyes.

"and it wasn't otoya."

[kymerauwu]

My thoughts on bluelock ships based on all the fic/dj I've read

Rin x Isagi: they're so silly xd

Kaiser x Isagi: they're so silly xd

Kunigami x Chigiri: they're so silly xd

Hiori x Karasu: they're so silly xd

Nagi x Reo: The weight of human emotions is immeasurable; pure love is, indeed, the most potent curse to ever exist. Suffering is love, and love is suffering, and we, fragile beings, are so intoxicated by them that we shape our entire existence around the ceaseless pursuit of their fleeting sensations. It would be so simple to live without love, and yet, it would be so unbearably hollow...

Shindou x Sae: they're so silly xd

[kenyummy]

LOOKING OUT FOR YOU ꒰⚘݄꒱ KARASU TABITO

SYNOPSIS : karasu tabito has always looked out for you. when you meet his best friend, otoya, that fact still does not change.

You have known Karasu Tabito since you have been in diapers.

It's always been a known fact. Your mothers met each other at the hospital, became friends, and eventually, you two met. That fateful day, you met Karasu Tabito and your life has never been void of him since.

At age three, you two went out to a waterpark and that was the first time he kissed you.

(It wasn't really a kiss—you accidentally fell on top of him after sliding down a waterslide, he promised he'd catch you, and he did—his mouth just happened to land on yours). You were so disgusted you started to cry—he gagged and ran away.

At age five and a half, you both had your first sleepover. He had a big scary dog that was almost as big as you were and scared you half to death. You were so terrified of the thing you refused to let go of the bottom of his stupid purple Megatron shirt.

You spent the entire night sleeping by his side, and he never once softened his grip on you—it was the only thing that lulled you to sleep. Your mom still had photos of you clinging onto him like it was life or death.

At age twelve, you two entered middle school together. You've never spent a day without him—so it was quite strange when you were forced to enter a strange, new class—and even weirder when your female classmates gave you both googly eyes and always giggled whenever you were around. You never really understood what they meant by this—and to this day, you still don't.

You and Karasu Tabito have known each other since you two were able to walk, and because of this fact, you've never once noticed the way he looks at you.

The soft stares, small smiles (not those stupid, cocky smirks that he holds when he's out on the field—but rather, a grin that curls up on his lips and makes his cheeks grow pink), and the thoughtful, almost unnoticeable actions he takes only for you.

You've never seen it—not now, not never, is what he's hoping. If there is one thing Karasu Tabito shall never do, is tell you what he's done. He'll wait, maybe for a day he will see you stare at him with just as much fondness, or when your touch will linger on his upper arm for a minute too long.

He's always been good at analyzing people—and when he's known you for so long, you've surely become no exception. It was a habit you hated so much, but one he never seemed to be able to get rid of—only able to hide, for the sake of your wellbeing. He's grown soft, he thinks, every single night after he's lying alone in his bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He has grown soft for you, his best friend since childhood. But that isn't so much of a bad thing, he thinks again.

He doesn't mind all that much. 

The crow, once wild and rowdy, is content with the preening it receives from its owner—and learns to love its life trapped inside the golden cage. He will wait, patiently, for the day you would fall for him—at least, that is what he was originally planning to do.

At age eighteen, he introduced you to his best friend, Otoya Eita. A notorious football player, playboy, and womanizer. There is a good reason Karasu had waited so long to introduce his two closest friends together, and that is because Otoya had quite a history with all of Karasu's female friends. 

He's told him to quit it, to stop—but it's never been as serious as it is now.

"Seriously man, don't with her." Karasu sits beside his friend with narrowed eyes and a frown. Otoya's expression is nonchalant as ever, except with a singular brow raised in question.

"What's got you so pissed? I didn't even say anything."

"I know you. Don't, dude. She's different, okay? I don't care about whatever happened with the others, but you seriously need to lay off."

Otoya raises his hands in mock defence, half-lidded eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Alright. Promise. I won't do anything."

Karasu raises a brow, staring at his whistling buddy from the corner of his eye—he couldn't help but doubt him. Still, he was his closest friend from Blue Lock, and he should do well to trust that said friend—even if Karasu Tabito should know better.

He really should've known better.

As soon as Otoya caught sight of you—he slid next to you, ever so casually—with his phone stuck out and a small smile playing on his lips—asking for your number. You were shocked, of course, and Tabito had no shortage of criticism regarding his green-striped friend to speak to you—still, he was pretty cute, and pretty charming, with that grin.

So, despite your better judgement, and to Karasu's horror—you momentarily forget his words and nod—still in shocked silence—and pass him your phone. 

Karasu doesn't think he's ever seen Otoya that happy. Still, you don't look uncomfortable—even with that gross, stupid man pressed right to your side—so Karasu holds his tongue and simply chews down, hard, on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cursing his friend out.

The crow introduces the both of you together, and it does not take long at all before, he, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from you two, becomes the so-called third wheel.

Karasu Tabito could only stare in silence as you and Otoya, surprisingly, held a decent conversation.

Tabito nearly socked Eita in the face when he slid his arm around you and winked—a cheesy, stupid action that could make even the most romantic author gag in horror.

Even so, you smile—and Tabito's heart drops to his stomach.

Karasu had mostly forgotten about this moment for a good week—choosing to just enjoy your presence after that. However, after that week of peace, he was rudely reminded just how persistent Otoya could be with girls.

"Otoya... is a nice guy." You point at your phone, showing it to your best friend with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed pink as you type back a response to his message—but it's half-written and unsent when Karasu snatches the device out of your hands.

He's never seen something so disgusting. It's vile. It's horrible. It's so gross.

"What the fuck?" He curses absentmindedly, eyes wide with disgusted shock as he reads over your conversations. At first, it was about Karasu and both your friendships with him—but those conversations soon turned into deeper, personal talks that you'd never shared with anybody but him. 

You try and grab at your device—he pulls that stupid move where he holds it up higher than you can reach—you practically fall into his arms trying to grab the phone, "Tabito!! Give it back!!"

"Are you serious?" He looks down at you with furrowed brows and lips pulled taut downwards. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed sharply. "I told you not to fall for this. Didn't I tell you about what he does to girls? I told you not to talk to him!"

Before this, you've never gotten truly angry at him. Sure, you'd fight—but not even an hour later, either one of you would come back and apologise for whatever petty thing had transpired in the fight. That was just how your friendship was, and he never thought it would change.

Not until now, that is.

You look up at him with a deep frown and an angry stare—not the kittenish one that makes him laugh and ruffle your hair, but a different type of stare—where you are trying to dig knives into his skull and he thinks all the breath has been stolen from his lungs, "Why do you always do this? You always act like this whenever I try and talk to a guy—but this time, you're really acting like a fool! He's your friend, shouldn't you approve more than the past, oh I don't know, seven?!"

His wide-eyed shock is an opening for you to grab your phone back—so you do, and take a good few steps back.

I'm just... trying to look out for you... However, his thoughts go unspoken in his stupor.

Your voice is quieter now—arms folded underneath your chest and clearly avoiding his gaze, "I think you should go... Tabito. I'll talk to you later."

You murmur and walk away—with each step you take, he thinks he hears his heart shatter a little more inside his chest.

He slumps down on his desk with his head in his hands. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so stupid. He hadn't even realised it himself—had he really been so disapproving of all those guys that you'd stopped talking to them completely? And he didn't even know?

He feels more selfish than ever.

He feels sick, actually.

"Hey."

This voice is not one he'd like to hear right now. The source of his problems and pain—Otoya. Karasu groans and doesn't raise his gaze—his chest starts to hurt. "Go away."

He doesn't hear footsteps, so Karasu assumes he does not follow his demand. His thoughts are proven correct when Otoya speaks again, "She told me about whatever happened before."

Karasu clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from speaking. He feels like even more of a piece of shit. He just had to bring it up, didn't he? If he didn't introduce you two, this wouldn't have even happened, anyway. Maybe he should keep his lives separate next time—in whatever life he would live next.

"I know she's your friend and all, and you're super worried about her because of that—but I promise I won't do anything."

Those words make Karasu lift his gaze—tired eyes from the lack of sleep he got last night make his despair abundantly obvious. Still, Otoya's nonchalant expression that he always has plastered on his face does not budge an inch. "I promise you before, too. I won't do anything. I swear. I really like her. Like a lot. I swear, I won't hurt her. If I do, you can beat my ass, and I'll take it. So don't be petty like this, okay?"

The words don't soothe the ache in his chest.

Those words he spoke before, just before Otoya had met you—Karasu was worried about this exact scenario happening. But thinking back on it now—was he even worried about you?

He finds himself doubting it. In fact, it feels so much more natural to say that he was worried about himself. That he'd get hurt like this if this happened.

The lack of response from Karasu gives Otoya the answer he was looking for—the last thing he hears as Otoya walks away is an annoyed sigh.

Karasu is, once again, left alone in his room. 

He really wants to collapse and just never wake up. He hates this.

Karasu Tabito really is a selfish man. He wants you all to himself yet never tells you—he truly is the worst man alive.

I... just want you.

That's all. That's all he knows.

His chest aches even more and he thinks his heart may just go beating out of his chest. He grits his teeth, hard, and clenches his fists over his face. 

The crow in the golden cage is afraid to let go—so in such an act of desperation, it grabs onto its owner's arm—clinging and screeching before they can possibly move away.

He is selfish. You're all his heart has ever known—and you are all he wants. He thought he could wait and everything would turn out fine—but now, he sees that he was so, so wrong.

He'd made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you. Otherwise, these feelings would rot away in the back of his mind forever and whatever was left after that—and Karasu would die, simply unfulfilled and empty, lacking the love that is you.

The lingering stares, the small touches a bit too close to be friends, the words whispered into your ears late at night when you come to him in tears—all of that can't be for naught. 

This couldn't all be for nothing.

He has to tell you. It's now, or never. 

He finds himself running down the street in low-hanging pyjama pants and a black tank top—it's cold, really cold on his tanned skin—but he can hardly feel the snow pricking at his skin as his slippers make contact with the damp concrete ground.

He has to tell you.

He has to tell you.

Otherwise—

He looks around frantically for the spare key your parents keep outside your house. Underneath the potted plant. Right.

He effortlessly lifts the giant pot of aloe vera, and cracks open your door, silently—the first thing he hears is the loud blasting of corny Christmas music, and the sound of your voice laughing along to a song sung by the Whoville residents.

He has to tell you.

His breathing picks up, and he runs forward—however, Tabito is stopped in his tracks, by another voice.

It is Otoya.

If this is truly what heartbreak feels like, then Karasu Tabito is not sure why humans even bother to fall in love. Maybe it is a primal, instinctual reaction that has no logical explanation or meaning to look into—it is simply a blessing, or curse, of nature that cannot be stopped or ignored.

Love is an unexplainable thing. 

It makes you feel so many strange things. Foreign, unnatural, and most of all—weird. Love is really, really weird.

It makes you wish to cry, then smile as far as you possible can. It makes your stomach twist with butterflies and makes you have the inexplicable urge to press your lips together with another person. An act of love only shown by humans. An act of love that the crow could never have.

Love makes you selfish, soft, and weak.

But love can also make you giving, tough, and strong.

Love makes Karasu Tabito walk away.

Love makes Karasu Tabito leave you, with the words silent and dead in his mouth.

Even as the cold winter air nips at his nose and he feels like his stomach is trying to collapse in on itself, Karasu Tabito still feels love. This sort of love is so inexplicably strong and all-consuming—a love that he has always felt for you.

The kind of love that will set you free.

Perhaps the crow had dug his talons too deep into its owner—and now, it was left, stuck alone in that golden cage with blood shining on its claws and silent.

Now, it must fly away.

Karasu's always looked out for you—this time, he thinks, maybe, this is the best for both of you.

You looked so happy. You've never looked that happy with him. The thought makes his heart ache and his thoughts jumble up. He stands in the snow—his loose, ungelled hair falls down his neck and snowflakes look like glitter in his deep purple hair.

He really does love you, and that's why he lets you go.

© KENYUMMY 2024

[kvrokasaa]

Fake Love

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

wc: 869

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[viboraneno]

➜ This Work Contains The Following: Divorce, some love still there, slight nsfw, implies one night stand, unresolved feelings, reader and karasu need to just talk and get back together smh, no beta we die like me dying from this cold

➜ WC: 415

➜ Small Note: this small drabble all came from me, @tetsuskei, and @mikiruie talking about divorce AUs with our f/os and some of this stuff thrown in was by them so give them some love 🫰🏽. it's so funny that i tend to write well when i'm sick sometimes lmfao.

Divorcing with Karasu was something you never anticipated even in your wildest dreams. Every small issue building up for the worst and it has caused a lot of problems even while talking/arguing it out. It hurts that divorce had to be the final solution but it was the best option for the both of you.

But despite that; you haven't dated anyone since the divorce as a small part of you still feels for him after all this time. You think he's moved on but he's just in the same boat as you. Karasu still loves you even after the issues you've faced and couldn't resolve as a team, and yet he needed to keep his distance for his own sake. Even if it hurts to hear you now refer to him as “Karasu”. No “babe”, no “my love”, not even a “crow boy” as you used to teasingly refer to him as; just his last name.

That is, until one night in a moment of weakness…

It all began when your car broke down during a heavy rainstorm. And un(luckily) for you, your car just decided to be near your ex husband’s house. Despite your worries, you remembered what he told you: “I know we ain’t together anymore; but if ya need help with anythin’, ya can always call me. I’ll be there every time.” And if there’s something you know about Tabito Karasu, it was that he always kept his word no matter what.

You wish he didn’t help you get your car towed. You wish he didn’t let you take a warm shower and wear some of his clothes thanks to the pouring rain. You wish he didn’t chat with you so freely as he offered you some soup. You wish you didn’t chat so freely as if it were another couple’s night with him, as if you two never split up in the first place.

And you especially wished you didn’t let yourself go to bed with him so easily. If only your will was stronger than that.

It only took Tabito one single thrust for the both of you to cum at the same time, having been too long since you’ve been intimate with someone, with each other. And it sure didn’t stop him as he kept going, overstimulation be damned.

But no “I love you” yet even you almost let that slip in the aftermath. He can’t know just yet.

[niyoriix]

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[baby--vera]

Maths Tragedy Series

"i'm just sad and lonely and bad at math."

☆ミ

navigation • masterlist • bllk masterlist

parallel lines

• karasu tabito

"we're like parallel lines: always close - never meet."

perpendicular lines

• itoshi rin

"we're like perpendicular lines: we only meet once."

asymptotes

• michael kaiser

"we're like asymptotes: get closer - never touch."

segment addition postulate

• alexis ness

"we're like the segment addition postulate: b introduces a to c and b is left alone."

☆ミ

first time writing, kinda nervous... 👉👈 (lol) this series will also be coming out VERY slowly i apologise

from this poll :>

PLSSS dont judge the name i saw a tiktok abt maths and i thought of making a fic😔if u have better name ideas pls send them bc im crying