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(super iffy right now but i swear i'll add more to this haha ! (◞‸◟；) )

hey hey hey! a message from jobyourlove! english is not my first lang... mistakes will be made sighhh

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ IN WHICH. . . [name] asks her partner if he likes her voice ! he's more than eager to prove it . . .

cw: suggestive

OIKAWA TORU ♡

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ♡

MICHAEL KAISER ♡

VIVIAN HUGO

KUROO TETSURO

OSAMU MIYA ♡

ft. timeskip! daichi sawamura . ooc! characters . established relationships . twodownbadbaddies. Not proofread

cw: suggestive

you always came back earlier from work than daichi, services am i right? you always loved and anticipated when daichi would arrive home. he would come back with droopy, tired eyes... messy hair, shoulders slumped and the scent of skin musk that smelled pleasantly like him.

"officer sa-wa-mura," you snickered smugly, each syllable of his last name rolling off your tongue in that perfect way. when he glances up at you in that, oh, so endearing way, you apologize. "sorry, sorry," you smiled. "i forgot we're not so formal anymore."

he catches a glimpse of a devious grin, "officer dai-chi!" you exclaimed, repeating that stupid syllable thing that he loves. "welcome home." mustering up his last ounce of energy— he smiles at you in a way that you needed to pull his pants down.

daichi's so exhausted, letting out a sigh of relief as he practically melts the second his bottom makes contact with the couch. both arms resting on the couch, legs splayed wide open, head thrown back. and his uniform was still on.

and my god was that a scene. you stared at him, gawking, a whole forest fire in your pants. "daichi," you began. he tilts his head to look at you, "mmhm?"

yeah, that forest fire in your pants? it's extinguished because there's a whole WATERFALL now. "ohmygosh, daichi. ineedyoutowaterboardmewithyoursemen," you impulsively babbled out.

practically choking, daichi straightens himself up— coughing in the process. legs still spread, he's leaned forward with his arms propped on his knees. "m-my love, what was that?"

"i said what i said, waterboard me with your semen," you repeated, confidence never faltering.

"yeah, baby? you want that?" he asks as he stands up. you feel your confidence suddenly shattering. "are you seriously going to ask that to someone who is of higher authority than you?" he teases, stepping forward.

"ye.." you hesitated, "yes...?" daichi laughs fondly, "you don't sound really confident. am i supposed to convince you that you want it?"

you squinted, "yyeeeeeeeeeesss," you replied skeptically. his hands meet your waist as he leans in/crouches slightly to whisper, "don't be so provocative, don't want you dealing with something you can't handle."

it sounded oddly authoritative and intimate. "do you say that to people during your job too or..." you questioned.

one of the hands that held your waist was now cupping your chin, "[name]," daichi whines out lowly, "don't do this to me... might have to arrest you, for being too cute."

your hands shot up immediately, like you were surrendering. "heh, go ahead officer. you can try and collar me but—"

you paused for a moment. daichi's eyes that once harbored so much fatigue, now screamed nothing but primal hunger.

"that a promise? what was the request you had earlier again?"

ft. itoshi sae . ooc! sae . probably ooc! reader . whipped ahh sae . not proofread . i one take jayed this

itoshi sae was never one to be openly affectionate. he always did it in silent ways— ways that wouldn't have his pride and nonchalance threatened.

he never objected towards affection from you though. he loved how touchy you could be, how words easily rolled of your tongue in such an endearing way, he just loved you.

when he holds your hand while shopping? you swear you melt out of sheer excitement. speaking of shopping, sae would most definitely shower you with gifts. whether it was jewelry, a ton of lip products, branded items, classy heels or expensive sneakers, sae would get it for you.

money was nothing to sae. it came to him either way, he was practically a model. besides, he's a world renowned athlete. however, your happiness? even if he didn't want to admit it, it meant the whole universe to him. something money could'(nt) buy. (weeeell i mean..)

that niche thing you asked for a week ago that you forgot about? magically appears on your desk in pretty packaging. the sports class you wanted to try? paid and ready for you to learn.

sae is a good listener, he remembers things many don't pay much attention to. he remembers things you forget.

he makes it his life mission to bring you joy, to remind you that he does love you. because he struggles to say it, to show it physically.

whiiich was kind of why you fell for him. you were drawn by the thrill of his "hard to get" demeanour, and my lord was that a facade he put on perfectly. turns out he was just hard for you.

but, that's sae when he's completely conscious. when he isn't tired. when he isn't winded from practice or a match.

when sae is absolutely exhausted? good gracious, that is a different man.

the maroon haired boy pushes past the door as he stumbles through. eyes half lidded, shoulders slumped, bag meeting the floor immediately.

"[nameeee]," he whines as he spots you in your shared living room, comfortably lazing on the couch. the clicking sound of the door lock echoed through the silent room.

"hi, sae," you laughed as he sways almost drunkenly towards you. he props himself right next to you, one arm draped over your waist. his fingers played and delicately danced with the fabric of your clothing.

when you turned to face him, you were met with teal puppy eyes staring back at you. you cocked your head, "what is it?" sae pouts in response;. "nothing. jus' you're too pretty, makes me sad. dunno why you chose me, but i'm glad you did," he babbles, speech mildly slurred.

"and you're too cute," you muse as you plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. you turn back to scrolling, writing a report, finishing exam review, whatever you were doing.

sae whimpers quietly as he nuzzles head on your arm. he continues to murmur words of affirmation for a short period before he shifts himself into a more practical position.

immediately he pulls out his phone to text someone. the blue light emitted onto his face should be keeping him awake, yet he was so fatigued he leans onto your shoulder for support, for a pillow.

out of curiosity, you peek at the message and couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

your heart flutters as you rest your head on top of sae's. listening to the whispers of his admiration towards you, the soft rising as he breathes in and out.

and sae cherishes every moment of it. he loves basking in your presence, being close to you, loving you. sae was the loving kind, and maybe it was all because of you. <3

꩜ IN WHICH . . . [name] is stuck third partying an extremely toxic, and possibly violent argument that might just shift to them... but it's okay, he's got your back cw: bad family relationships

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ♡

OIKAWA TORU ♡

KUROO TETSURO ♡

MICHAEL KAISER ♡

ISAGI YOICHI

GOJO SATORU

THANK YOUWHHHHH Ily ❤❤❤ I'll kiss you so u come back ffom the dead, snow white style

why are you here, the lakers need a centre... OOC! characters fyi

OIKAWA TŌRU

he's fucking AURAfarming on court, winking at the crowd of pretty girls as he gets ready to serve

he's looking for a girl to wink and point at whilst saying, "this one's for you!"

buuut he, of course spots you first, leading him to smile and point, "this one is for you, cutie!"

AAAND THE CROWD GOES WILDDDDD, and lots of angry fangirls (me too)

as he bounces the volleyball on the floor three times before throwing it up to jump serve, he stops as he hears a shrill, "THAT'S MY MANNNNNNNNN!"

oikawa literally freezes in his tracks (wuoh,) but is fast enough to recover and he STILL makes the serve

the second the match ends, oikawa storms towards you and demands to know what that was for

you just smile and shrug, "you didn't believe me- OH." you're absolutely winded as he chucks you onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

you were exactly where you wanted to be lmfao

MICHAEL KAISER

obviously starts off with that stupid, "auf die knie," with his back profile to the audience

this earns LOADS of screaming, and lots of booings as well

when the coin flips for the kick off, obviously bastard münchen isn't the one to start

but they have a crazy save and a minute in kaiser is already nearing the goal

as kaiser raises his leg to kick the ball and score the first point, a loud "THAT'S MY MANNNNUHHH" was screamed out passionately

everyone erupts in laughter, people clutching their stomachs when kaiser misses?!

the both teams were on the floor laughing, forcing the coaches to kind of call an one eighth time man 😕

kaiser knew exactly who's voice it was and he was ready for you to pay for his missed goal that night (don't threaten me w a good time white boy)

ITOSHI RIN

it's the match between blue lock and france, oh dear heavens where is this going to go?

itoshi rin is on his "destroyer mode" tangent, and for a split moment he is absolutely smoking team france with isagi

as isagi AND rin nears the goal, they are genuinely in their flow state

"and with a small push itoshi rin is going to be the one to kick the ball!" the commentator enthusiastically notes

rin sees the goal in his eyes, he feels being validated by his brother he— "THAT'S MY MAAAANNNN!" you scream with love but that love was his downfall

and rin completely misses?!

THE FREAKING BALL HIT THE RIM OF THE NET ???

"ISAGI DID WE JUST? isagi?" rin turns around and sees everyone genuinely holding back cackles that would wake up the whole world

rin wasn't very happy with you when you two got home, "yknow, sae would've-" "okay brothercon"

ISAGI YOICHI

it's the match. isagi has been the ace of blue lock for six years and he's ready to absolutely smolder the field

cheers supporting japan roared throughout the stadium, he heard a voice particularly louder and more familiar

he looks to the crowd and smiles as he spots you jumping, holding an "I LOVE YOU ISAGI!" poster board

it's a intense match, especially when isagi had to basically pair with his all-time rival— ITOSHI RIN.

they both fight for the ball, he's close, he's pushing, the puzzle pieces, they're forming into a complete—

"THAT'S MY MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNUUUHHHHH!" your voice echoed through the stadium, everything went quiet after, only the sound of a ball bouncing off the goal net to be heard

the crowd breaks out in cackles, international huzz, everyone was laughing

ego was probably giggling and clapping his cheeks too honestly

isagi deadass just hits a bruh, knowing well that he's still going to have his back plowed by you so he doesn't care

is what i would say if isagi was normal

he lets out a guttural scream and once again it silences the WHOLE yes WHOLE field

the same voice coughs and says, "he was raised by two loving parents by the way, HE HAD A NORMAL CHILDHOOD BY THE WAY"

ITADORI YUJI

honestly you were worried and unsure if you should've continued your actions when you saw the daisy smile yuji had

his puppy eyes piercing through your heart as he rambles about how he's going to make all the goals for you

he's on court now, shoes squeaking, the ball bouncing, and buff men of all heights on each other

yuji makes eye contact with you multiple times, saying, "THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!" and makes every goal

no one really knew it was for you, they honestly just pretended it was for them

as yuji is preparing for a layup FROM THE THREE POINTER LINE?

he bounces the ball three times for luck, gets ready to shoot and— "THAT'S MY MAAAAAAN!" breaks his concentration

he almost misses the goal, wait it's circling the rim— oh yeah nah it didn't make it

the whole audience breaks out in a hearty laughter, including the opposite team, sooo heartwarming :))

GOJO SATORU

as we've seen he smoked the hell out of geto in basketball sooo... we pray for the opposing team playing against jujutsu kousen man

he's scoring layups after layups, THREE POINTERS AFTER THREE POINTERS

the crowd, even the groupies supporting the opposing team were fawning over gojo

i mean who wouldn't?

gojo reaches genuine flow state, he gets ready for a three pointer points at you and says, "THIS ONE IS FOR YOU, MY LOVE!"

as he bends his knees and before his hands swish you scream, "THAT'S MY MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!"

it catches gojo so off guard, he's gonna mis— wait no he's the strongest

AND HE MAKES IT INNNNNNN (we all know he used his infinity to cheat bffr but no one knows trust)

the audience and both teams couldn't help but laugh throughout the whole match

geto even taunts before the last goal is dunked, "that's my mannnn!"

gojo pounces on you all sweaty immediately after the match and demands and explanation, "damn i didn't know it was patched," you replied

TETSURŌ KUROO

literally d1middleblocker get this man a contract

he's blocking almost ALL goals for the opposing team, making karasuno kind of sweat out of fear

but when hinata and kageyama pull their synchronized quick attack, you thought it would be a good idea to distract kuroo— just for the sake of it

when the perfect but flawed teamwork was executed, kuroo was so sure that he was going to block it, and humble them

but no i guess you had other plans, "THAT'S MY MANNNNN!" you scream for the whole gym to hear

and somehow, by a miracle (at least to karasuno,) kuroo's fingers barely brush past the ball leading to a point for karasuno

after the match, he confronts you, "you wanna play dirty? let's play dirty. chemistry tutoring right no-" "i'm so fire at chemistry whaddya mean?" "okay physics it is then, [name]."

ft. multi characters . idk really ooc! men ngl . probawly mischaracterization .not proofread .

he's got a big ego, which is valid because he can back it up. however, that ego swallows him whole when it came to certain things. his ego mixed with shame? even worse.

he knows that you'd think he's insane, maybe even mental if he confessed to you the things he's done ever since you two broke up. his closet has an extremely important piece of attire in it.

your hoodie. when you both did that stupid trend where you two would swap hoodies. it brings him an uncanny amount of comfort. he clings onto it all night, when he's alone, when he wants to feel something.

he knows it's kind of gross to not wash it, but it's the only way to preserve what's left of you. the scent of perfume, of you, was slowly fading away. a brutal reminder that everything he once had with you was in fact, perishing.

he comes home from practice, modeling, or whatever the hell he was doing, since his time was always spent on his career. he drops everything and makes his way to the comfort of his own bedroom.

where your hoodie would be— where he could indulge, feed his own thoughts. to remember, to think— oh dear. he panics as he sees how his bed is made, how his laundry is beautifully folded. he spots your hoodie amidst the pile.

he frantically ruins the carefully folded stack of clothing. his fingers touches the soft fabric as he lifts it to the apex of his nose. he inhales, praying for the notes of citrus and aromatics.

but the only fragrance that reaches his sinuses was the smell of 'the laundress' detergent.

he falls to his knees, unable to suppress his distress any longer. he finds himself practically choking on his own saliva, draped over his bed like a damsel in distress (he is in distress tho so.)

he curses himself for overreacting, it's not that deep. it's whatever. you two broke up.

but it impacted him so fucking bad. he wishes for a second chance, for him to prioritize you, to hug you longer, give you affection longer, to... to...

to what? to mess up all over again?

his vision, blurred with the uncontrollable beads of tears, barely makes out the faint brightness of his phone. he opens your contact, still left named, 'my beloved [name].'

he wasn't much of a romantic, at least he tells himself that to cope. but you made him want to.

his thumb maneuvers to the call button. he presses it, hoping that you unblocked him. well, you didn't. he was sent straight to voicemail. not even a ring?

he pushes himself up, one hand clutching your hoodie. he makes his way to his front door, hands barely twisting it open.

he listens to the faint click of his door as he walks out, eyesight still blurry, snot dribbling down his nose in an unpleasant way.

the payphone. his hand reaches into his pockets as he takes out a few coins and drops it into the slot. the payphone is old, so the chances of it working was extremely low.

but still, his fingers dialed your number— something that he memorized the day you gave it to him. he holds the phone up to his ear, leaning on the glass next to him.

thank heavens the line was working. he waits, and waits. he knows you don't pick up unknown phone numbers, but maybe you could pick up. just maybe.

"hello?" a familiar voice questioned on the other line. his eyes light up, it's been almost an eternity since he's heard your voice.

"[name]!" he gasps out, "'s that really you?"

you stay silent for a splint moment, "yeah. yeah it is," you replied— tone softening slightly. "what do you want?"

"i uhm, i was wondering..." he begins as he feels wires choking him, preventing him from speaking. "if i could maybe see you again—"

"y'know i can't do that," you mumbled in such a way that he just wanted to wrap his arms around you and just never let you go.

"no please! i just.. you know your hoodie?"

"yeah, yeah i know. obviously? it's mine, bud. i've actually been looking for it for a while now."

"oh, yeah? uhm. do you want it back? i'm uh.. at the park," he finds himself fumbling over his words. his heart was racing, his tears rolled down his beautiful face once more. "i'm here waiting. if you want it back," he shares, biting his lower lip.

the silence was deafening, it made his stomach churn like freaking butter. his fingers fighting to maintain grip.

"[name], please. come meet me. y'know you want it back. i'm here waiting, [name], please i need to see you again, [name]!" he pleads to the silence on the other line.

satoru gojo, MICHAEL KAISER , enjin , isagi yoichi , leona kingscholar (no listen) , megumi fushiguro , itadori yuji , itoshi rin , tetsuro kuroo , oikawa toru , ANY OF YOUR FAVES! <3

jobyourlove wonders. . . HOW RESPECTFUL ARE THE BLLK MEN AND HOW ARE THEY IN A RELATIONSHIP !?

cw: ooc! characters .

ISAGI YOICHI

mr. loverman, LITERALLY.

possibly the most respectful man in your life

although a little neglected by his parents, he was raised extremely well— d1 woman respecter

extremely chivalrous as well! always holds the door open, carries you past puddles (even when you say no unfortunately, he can't respect that order,) prioritizes your comfort and so much more! (ngl i'd argue bare minimum but)

you are his goddess, and he'll stand by this, aka to the point he might just give up his career if you asked him to (thank gawd you wouldn't)

respects, cherishes and loves everything about you

MICHAEL KAISER

although this stinker did not grow up with a mother or a loving household, i believe that he is definitely a woman respecter and you confirmed it!

he's unfortunately not a hardcore respecter due to a few of his flaws but it's admirable how hard he tries

he does believe in showing up with flowers every single time he sees you

however they're always roses that are dyed blue to remind you who you belong to siiighh...

contrary to popular belief, he probably talks a lot about you! often cursing you for making him the lover boy he is now

ness genuinely shat his pants when kaiser started switching sides with his demeanour

ITOSHI RIN

kind of stupid but he gets the job done

he's in borderline pushing super respectful so he just sits at respectful

he remembers tiny details about you, whiiich can kind of indicate that he respects you a lot

he's less cold, almost fuzzy when he's in the presence of you however that doesn't stop him from slurring his brother

as time goes by he slowly becomes an extremely respectful man (in some cases as long as you were there)

he's like a fuckass cat bro

REO MIKAGE

judging from how he behaves with nagi i'd like to assume he's fairly respectful but can cross boundaries at some point

still the one of the sweetest guys you've been with

you WILL regularly wake up to jewlery, beautiful views and of COURSEEE reo... oh what hte hell is that nagi

as time goes by with dating you he learns more and more about respect, it's earned not given.. (unlike status)

VIVIAN HUGO

polite does not mean respectful buddy this guy can be insane

thought it would be logical to actually beat people in different activities to change the trajectory of their lives

"aiie, c'est pour leur destinée, ma jolie," he smiles dully acting as if his smile could change anything

you became a boyfriend beater that day i fear

oouuhh those blank books became full of photos of you two !!!

appreciates your help until the universe ends

truly believes that you were fated to him, (first to his soccer career <3)

SHIDOU RYUSEI

he's kinda disrespectful in the most respectful way

my man is a freaaak. (both 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 and freak i fear)

he will caress an ass cheek and then wrap his arms around your waist like shit is sweet

If you ignore all of that he is actually a really fun partner to be around

will take you to rage rooms, will take you to slur out all your opps, he will make sure you feel seen

shidou might be a demon but he sure as hell is one of a kind

ALL

hold them back if they see your ex or anyone who has disrespected you💔

゛SYNOPSIS ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ : for someone who claims to hate needy women, Enjin doesn't seem to hate it all too much with his one night stand. too bad it was just a one night though.

ft. enjin . nghh .ooc! characters . one night stand . modern au i guess . not proofread . unreliable narrator

゛cw: suggestive language, implied sex lol

it was one of those days for enjin. where he wants to spend his day off alone. just him, his love for tobacco and his thoughts. however, gris and bro santa had other plans for him.

the city was bustling, pretty ladies everywhere. enjin would get a few squeals here and there from said ladies. he has a cigar in his mouth, lips curled into a smirk as he walks down the streets like shit was sweet.

oh and did these cuties walk by from all directions. yes a few caught his eye, but he paused specifically when he saw you. he takes a puff, blowing out as he points at you. nudging his friends, he asks, "do ya think i got a chance with that chick o'er there?"

the two other blonds clicked their tongue as they put a few answers into their thought bubbles. gris smiles warmly as he was the first to come to a verdict. "i don't see why not," he encourages.

baaad idea. my man was feeling EXPERIMENTAL that night. before bro santa and gris could stop him, he was already powerwalking towards you. long strides eating up the distance.

you immediately wrinkle your nose at the smell of the smoke. "what in the indecency?" you'd ask yourself. you had a little, "he's right behind me, isn't he?" moment as you straightened your posture up.

"hey beautiful," he begins with the smuggest expression ever, "you lonely tonight?" before you could reply to dismiss him, he continues. "mmm, 'cause i know i'm feelin' some company."

you stared at him for a hot second. he was a really hot dude, and you weren't afraid to admit it. your tongue swipes past your upper set of teeth as you contemplate an answer.

his only saving grace from his greasy behaviour was his face card i fear. "glad i'm not the only one who's needy," you smiled sympathetically. enjin freezes, his confidence shattered a tiny bit. needy? needy, she says?

he laughs it off, dismissing it. "yer joking, ain't ya? we got a kidder here," he's subtly stressing now. "nah, i can get needy," you replied. gris and bro santa were like football commentors, throwing "oohs.." and "yikes.." and everything else in.

enjin hates needy women, almost to the point where he despises them. he has to handle children every single freaking day, he didn't need another goddamn reason.

but, i guess today he decided he'll take a challenge. he swallows as he adjusts to his regular posture. oh fuck he's tall. and you'd be lying if you said you weren't into it.

"do ya wanna show me how needy a cute thing like you can get?" he teases, desperate for an answer. praying for a yes.

with crossed arms, you rested your chin on your hand as you pretended to be deep in thought. "why not?" you hummed in response. "what's your name, handsome?"

you interrupted him the same way he interrupted you, "ah, i'm playing. o'course i know it's you. enjin, right? akuta's leader?"

enjin was fighting two things, dropping to his knees and proposing to you right then and there, along with fighting how incredibly tight his pants got.

"yeah, yeah that," he nodded, "and you are?"

you pressed your lips together into a thin line, stifling a laugh. enjin's reputation was diabolical yet still angelic. he was a known casanova. shit, he might just be the adventurer himself (literally.)

"c'mon, don't shy out on me," he pouts as he lowers himself down to your level. his eyes glistening— cigar still present in his mouth, earning a frown and flared nostrils from you.

you push his face away as you look to the side, "[name]," you answered.

"[name]," enjin repeats. as he repeats your name to memorize it, he finds himself imaging you sinking down on his...

"hellooo, earth to enjin?" gris chuckles, "keep zonin' out and you lose her for real." enjin shakes his head at the light blue eyed man, "no i got this."

and get this, he indeed got you. his confidence was unwavering— the only trait that kept you for a night. the key wording being "a" as in singular.

you weren't exactly enjin's type, yet he felt so drawn to you. you proved to him how needy you could be, even so you showed enjin how needy he could be for someone.

his biggest flaw was assuming that you'd be like every other lady who would stay. the night was so passionate and heated, his room seemed to cling onto the mixed scents.

enjin's fast asleep, his tattooed torso exposed for show, hair down—tousled in a manner that made you want to stay another night. but you knew you had to leave first. either that, or he left you.

so, as reluctant as you were, you softly pried his deliciously marked, muscular... siiigh.. arms that caged you off. you hastily put on your clothing, lump growing in your throat as you slid your shoes on.

you didn't want to leave him. he demonstrated how lovable you truly were. he respected your boundaries, he accepted how needy you were. and curse the heavens, because leaving him felt like shackles dragging you down.

it's only a one night stand, he'll be out of your mind in days. that was the statement you kept reiterating to yourself to avoid getting attached. but 'lover girl' was unfortunately one of the four chambers in your heart.

you couldn't help but plant a kiss on his cheek, admiring his face one last time. before it could only be admired through papers and posters.

and with that you left. without a trace. you cursed yourself as your feet made contact with the floor, why on earth were you running? it hurt to run away from such a beautiful man.

you hated how enjin reminded you of someone else. someone who mildly felt like an emperor. oh, but he could never be better than enjin.

enjin must've hated the feeling of waking up in that moment. he expected you, he was ready to pepper your face with kisses, hug you, cuddle you, all before he got up and left.

and when his arms hugged nothing other than a pillow? he jolts up immediately. he's panicking know. cussing himself out for not holding you longer, for not staying awake a little longer, for not inhaling your scent longer, for.. for...

his head is buried in the pillows pathetically, trying to remember the scent of your perfume, your shampoo, everything that was you.

he sulks for the rest of the day, the gloom was out of character for the regularly bright and amiable man. riyo, zanka and rudo all gossip, trying to figure out what hapened now.

as the three teenagers continued to theorize enjin's situation, they all let out a yelp as the tall man suddenly postured up, almost standing at attention.

the floral and citrus notes of your perfume lingered in the air. the last thing the teenagers saw was their leader on his knees in front of a.. woah. stunning woman.

enjin, someone who swore that he hated needy people, was now the one that needed the presence of a woman to continue living.

IN WHICH... [name] looks at him in such a loving delicate way, he couldn't help but text his good friend/best friend (or bf... not for enjin tho) about it! but, out of pure excitement, he didn't see who he was texting.

FT. smau ! . again some of my favs . ooc! charas probably . ooc! reader probably .

ITADORI YUJI

INUMAKI TOGE

ENJIN

ITOSHI RIN

CHILDE/AJAX/TARTAGLIA

SATORU GOJO

MICHAEL KAISER

DEUCE SPADE ♡

۫ ꣑ৎ in which [name] absolutely THIRSTS over her best friend's suggestive public story posts, asking who they're trying to impress.

ft. a few of my fav characters . ooc! characters . ooc! reader tbh . suggestive !!

INUMAKI TOGE

ENJIN

ZANKA NIJIKU

BACHIRA MEGURU

ISAGI YOICHI

MICHAEL KAISER

ASAHI SHIINA

DEUCE SPADE

USAHARA TOBIKICHI

ft. ooc characters. party like setting . implied afab !reader . why are they kinda insecure . not proofread .

MICHAEL KAISER

fails to be nonchalant at the sight of some rando trying to hit you up

he takes cocky strides towards you and the pest attempting to win your heart

he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the top of your head, asking loudly and CLEARLY, "is this hackfresse bothering you, liebe?"

you physically cringe at the statement, stifling a laugh

he hawk stares the poor individual with those ever so terrifying baby blues man (me personally i would've creamed my pants at the sight of BOTh of you)

of course, no words needed as the person just slowly backs up, probably shitting their pants after being stared down by a 6'1 star athlete

"do i need to start hard launching you?" he asks with so much authenticity you couldn't hold back a cackle anymore (problem was he's been hard launching bro)

REO MIKAGE

genuinely offended at the sight that someone even had the BALLS to disrespect your space in such a manner

probably was worried that he might have a, "i waited 3 and a half years, [blank] man did it one day"

he's not the most chalant despite his status so he relies heavily on his charms and wit

slides next to you with his arm around your shoulder and makes direct eye contact with the nuisance interacting with you

"yeah, sorry dude, she's a woman of class if you couldn't tell already," he states as he leans into kiss your forehead

"oh shit, reo mikage? yo my bad man," the individual grimaces as they hoppity hop hop away

genuinely wondering how he juggles you and nagi vro 💔

ALEXIS NESS

lowkey shat his pants at the sight of a conventionally attractive guy hitting on you

5'11 puppy boy turned into an alpha what the hell

ness is right behind the man, hand gripping his shoulder, all THREE of you felt fear

as the man turns around, he reverts back to his well mannered and nice persona (are we disturbing the peace)

"please don't talk to her, you could talk to anyone else who comes in, just please keep your hands off her," he pleas desperately, but it in fact was not a plea, i fear it was in fact, a threat

the man honestly might've switched sides when he saw ness (zooweemama indeed) but respected the boundary and left

ISAGI YOICHI

understands that female/male relationships can be fully platonic so he's fairly easy going

he doesn't tolerate disrespect, ESPECIALLY towards his partner, bats many eyes at the sight of a greasy man approaching you

tries the, "don't judge a book by it's cover" but apparently the cover says it all

isagi's aura begins to loom within the atmosphere as he nears

he hands you a drink mildly chalantly, giving the greasy individual a chance to catch a hint and leave before he catches strays

impressed by the audacity of the man as he continues to flirt with you even though you repeatedly had mentioned that you were in a healthy loving relationship WITH THE MAN RIGHT NEXT TO YOU

hold isagi back because he will start throwing creative insults the way he does on field 💔

asks you why we needed a reason to hate

RIN ITOSHI

isn't immediately by your side when someone was making advances on you (he didn't catch the hint)

when he notices it, he's by your side like a guard dog, he fails to believe that someone so half-baked had the steel balls (jjba ref) to interact with you in such a disrespectful manner

"you think someone as lukewarm as you could come in and ridicule this beauty over here? absolutely not," he shakes his head, internally cringing at his own words

dude was already lucky rin didn't see a resemblance of sae, would've genuinely slimed his whole family 💔

isn't called the destroyer for no reason

a blink of an eye and the nuisance was gone. rin got showered and peppered with kisses that day (he gets that everyday bro who is this man)

ft. haruka sakura . my baby . ooc! characters .like really ooc! characters . implied afab! reader . gn! reader . reader says some crazy shit . birthdays ofc . blushing, lots of it . not proofread . shitty plot . narrator is genuinely clappign cheeks . this is so ass .

haruka sakura. the most beautiful boy you've ever laid eyes on. the one who was shunned away for his 'exotic' looks. the one who desperately held onto a thread of hope. (#hopecore)

he's so determined, it shines. but like his name, he was always distant. maybe just for you. almost like the sun. gives you light, warmth yet so so far away.

you believed that you got cursed that day when you met him. your friend kotoha tachibana (makoto mention.) never should have introduced you to sakura. things wouldn't have been this complicated.

you hated how fuzzy your insides would get when he blushes, that day when he truly smiled, you hated how you'd have late night calls with kotoha, blabbing your head off about him.

everyone in the close proximity of you knew about the growing crush, and of course. as cliché as it was, everyone but haruka sakura himself knew. perhaps he was oblivious, or he was just turning a blind eye out of unfamiliarity.

a week prior before april, you're busting your ass to create a surprise party for him. planning, scheduling, swipes of your card, restless nights with the members of bofurin, and lots of tears shed.

you were fatigued, burnt out, exhausted. irked by the tiniest of things, all just for some boy? the sole thought of the potential that could happen on his special day kept you going.

and with that, april first rolls around. café pothos's interior was decorated strategically, ribbons, flowers, banners, anything you could think of was there.

kotoha sat with you since the crack of dawn, dozing off while you struggled to find the right cake recipe. by noon, all allies and members had arrived with gifts, vibes and large large smiles.

the café was bustling, even if it was closed for the day. there was a whole feast prepared, and of course, omlette rice.

you couldn't forget his favourite. how could you do such a thing? it would just be uncouth.

dear god, when haruka stepped foot into the building, he was overwhelmed by the loud, harmonious happy birthday.

he's flushed red, eyes wide, mouth agape at the touching sight. he's fuming slightly, especially by the way everyone was treating him like a little puppy.

the event went smoothly, lively with chaos. the most fun that everyone has had in a while. especially for haruka. although it felt foreign to be showered with this much affection and kindness, he felt seen once again.

everyone's practically wasted, high off of the pure joy. it's just haruka and your thinning conscience. your eyes are lidded, as you laugh uncontrollably at some random comment he made.

he opens his mouth, hesitating for a moment. as the words slip out of his mouth, everything goes still. more silent than it ever was. a beat passes.

a trapped gulp breaking the silence.

"you're the one who came up with all this, aren't you?" he asks, avoiding eye contact. ears red. it wasn't uncharacteristic for haruka, but something about this felt foreign.

"oh, uhm. well. i mean, i guess yeah? uh happy birthday? is it no good?" you replied, rubbing your neck (like some standard anime mc bruh) uncomfortably, eyes darting around the room to distract yourself.

"nono, it's amazing. i really appreciate it," he compliments.

the little devil on your shoulder must've taken over that last strand of conscience. you're blurting out words, pulling it straight out your ass and your heart. maybe pulling on your own heart strings.

"heh, wish you'd appreciate my love like that," you giggle at your own statement, "i really like you, haruka."(god just make this a haruka nanase fic brvo)

the split haired boy chokes for a second, his whole body is burning now. face redder than a freshly picked ripe tomato.

your head low as you loosely put your hands on his shoulders, babbling some incoherent shit. you lift your head in a pathetic manner, making straight eye contact now. appreciating those heterochromatic eyes..

"do you like me too?" you asked, tone desperate. oh, why would you ruin such an important day like this? you're internally cursing yourself for your impulsiveness.

haruka stifled a cry as he stares at you, taking his sweet ass time to answer. he knew the answer was yes. he was afraid. so terribly reluctant to tell you.

just because it was his birthday, doesn't mean that april fools was suddenly gone. could this be just a joke?

you snap haruka out of his trance as your fingers gripped his traps a tad bit tighter now. "do you?" you pressed.

haruka feels like he's a boiling hot kettle now, he meekly replies with a small yes.

your eyes twinkle, glistening as tears slowly trickle down your face, "holy shit!" you'd vulgarly exclaim out of delight.

you slide him another cake slice, "here, eat this. you didn't eat one earlier. besides you can get my cake later heh." the audacity to say such a thing as you wiped your eyes.

"[name]," haruka begins, attempting to suppress a laugh.

"what? just because they say 'you can't have your cake and eat it' doesn't mean that it's true in every conte-"

"i love you."

ft. itoshi rin . ooc! characters . genuinely done! reader . WHIPPED RIN . everyone is of legal age . drug usage . rin just being an avoidant boy . i probably mischaracterized . gn! reader . i think . implied afab! reader . not proofread . narrator was in fact half high

cw: drug mention

the famous itoshis. both known for their sibling rivalry and their outstanding soccer match performances. the younger one in particular always had something for you, whether he liked it or not.

every time he'd look at himself in the mirror to check his outfit, the image just didn't scream completed. not without you. rin is constantly conflicted between soccer and his undying love for you.

but he hasn't confessed. no he can't. or so he thinks. those harsh days where he can't help but break the beautiful streak of staying clean; he seems to constantly call you. only when he's high.

this night in particular, rin had been through enough. the stress, his cluttered mind... it was just all too much. he knows this might collide with his performance as a pro athlete, but that's the least of his concerns.

it's 3 in the morning, so he smokes a joint. he's trying to change his mind, hesitant to messasge and call you.

but he does it anyway. couldn't this man do it when he's sober? his calls were sent to voicemail over and over. it was useless to keep calling, thus he sends you a message to meet somewhere.

he waits patiently for your message, eyes lighting up when he sees your notification. he reads it, "rinnie, what the hell?" he tucks his phone back into his pocket, making continuous blows of the smoke.

he stops mid joint when he hears you practically scream his name. his gaze fixated on you as he analyzes your image. rin smiles at the sight of you, the distraught look on your face contrasting the goofy pajamas you had on.

"dear god, why do you only call me when you're high?!" you ask, voice loud yet desperate. "hi," he chuckles, something rare for the stoic boy. yet it was something you saw practically on a daily basis.

"you look great," he begins, voice steady. you didn't want to hear any of his sweet talk, it made you feel fuzzy inside yes, but you've had enough. unconsciously, you took a few strides towards his, grabbing him by the collar of his hood.

"why is it only when you're high?" you demanded, you needed that answer like your life depended on it. rin feels himself overwhelmed with guilt, the sight of someone so strong crumbling in front of him, because of his selfish choices?

"wait, [name], i'm sorry," he apologizes as droplets of tears blurred your vision. you didn't know why you were about to cry. it just happened. it was so embarrassing, the whole situation.

rin doesn't know how reply so he just lets you cry, dampening his clothing. "[name], i love you. honest, y'know that right?" his voice soft, ego no where to be seen.

"you fucking reek of weed, asshole," you murmur, the retaliation had a tiny bite, it did. rin wraps his arms around you, embracing you. not willing to let go. because he knows the next morning— he would struggle interacting with you.

ft. michael kaiser . ooc! characters . whipped! kaiser . b2b . exes . suggestive . implied fem! reader . shorter reader . bro ooc! reader . switch! reader. switch! kai . implied mildly toxic relations . not proofread .

cw: explicitly suggestive lmfao (no like really suggestive), mentions of sexual movements

"[name], we shouldn't..." the star player of bastard münchen whined with a tone that was so foreign for anyone to hear from him. but it wasn't foreign to you.

"please, my teammates they..." he pleads, eyes glossy. but that cunning smirk that was barely visible on his face said otherwise. you somehow got this 6'1 absolute HUNK of a man below you. (for the literal thousandth time, first time without being partners tho!)

"nonsense, michael," you smiled, "so what if they find the star player in bed?" you asked. kaiser felt his face burn up red, perhaps like his flushed tip right now hahaha. "at least your teammates know that your capable of pleasing someone in bed," you whispered so sensually, warm breath tickling his ear.

he jolts when your hand presses on the ever increasing bulge in his shorts. "scheiße!" he attempts to curse but all that came out was a pathetic moan. "[name], you can't just..."

nails dragged along his muscular back, following the rhythm kaiser's pace went. positions switched as he's sobbing from the bouncing motion.

you both didn't want to go back to each other. and perhaps you did wish that kaiser ran back to his previous partner before you.

"gott, fuck! i love you, [name]!"

but, you'd slowly come to realize that you two are soul-bound. tied. michael kaiser could never move on from you, no matter how hard he tries. and that gut-wrenching feeling of his knowledge that you two were perhaps cursed.

perhaps soul-tied, but constantly in a messy knot. yet always untangled when fingers were sweetly intertwined.