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ᯓ⋆˚꩜｡ reader helping young, homeless kaiser ؛ a four part series + drabbles.
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so, i haven't been on this account or my main in about a month which was due to a lot of de-motivation, college stuff and my personal life. My kind of last straw for dropping this account was my lost passion for writing and the fact that a few weeks ago i lost my now ex-best friend of five years to a very petty argument between us and some disrespectful things she did that i couldn't let side.
so because of some of these factors, i've decided ultimately leave this account behind and try to heal as much as i can. i won't promise me coming back as thats unfair and unsure if i even will, but if i do come back it will be on my own terms and not for a very long time.
thank you for all of those who enjoy my writing and have interacted me since i've started this journey, i won't forget any of you and hope you all stay blessed.
hey guys! just wanted to make an announcement about a few thingsss
i'm gonna be closing my requests so i can focus on the ones in my inbox (around like 40 rn combined for both accs) so i won't have the added stress of more flowing in while i'm still working on other's.
also, i'm sorry to say but my hyper-fixation of blue lock is dying rapidly, or should i say its basically dead atp and my flame is rekindled somewhere else (jjk i'm looking at you...) so after i finish my requests i may just stop posting on both accounts altogether. my plan is to achieve this account and just leave this one alone after i finish all my requests. (which i'm trying to aim for the end of august but idk bc i'm burnt out and my motivation is like 📉.)
THIS DOES NOT MEAN BTW I'M GOING TO LEAVE AND STOP POSTING FOREVER!!!! I'll definitely be coming back, probably mid start of september, as i'm starting education again and will be busy. but i'll be writing for jjk only. (surprise!!!).
hey, pretty !! i hope you didn't forget me 😔😔 i loved your acc sm but i disappeared for months, im slowly getting back on tumblr, i missed seeing your drabbles, you're not very active on this acc or you have another ?? hope everything is going well for you, sending love <33
Hi baby girl i didn't forget about you i missed u too 🤝🏾 i assumed you had took a break as i did too for like 3 weeks :p
I'm not really active on this account tbh mostly this one. i think about achieving this one all the time but sometimes i like to post on here that don't really a-line with the aesthetic of my other page or i want to continue some of my fic's on here soooo
lowkey my obsession with blue lock is dying (and my motivation to write as well) no matter how much i don't want it to 💔 i'm to much into jjk now since i've started watching it again. i hope every things going well for you to queen, take care, sending lots of virtual kisses <3
i NEED the i love you like a rotten dog PART TWOOOOO
CONTEXT.
i've thought about this and as much as i'm assuming ya'll would want sae to save reader but i just feel like it wouldn't do the horror of the drabble justice rlly lollll
──── ❝ 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀. ❞
neither you and rin are ever found.
the house only lingers in horror and the stench of decay once sae gets there, front door wide open, your phone still on the floor. sae's only regret is not getting there fast enough.
the next few weeks feel like a blur. multiple manhunts, constant police presence, and he can't count the money he's blown trying to hire private investigators. the homocide even blew up overnight on the media, considering they were both world―class football players, but still nothing.
it's been years since then.
every time sae blinks, he sees the intense details of his mutilated parents all over again. every time the world goes silent, all he can hear is your screams at what seems like you've been dragged out the door. he's barely staying afloat on his decent days. and it's after a long day he gets it.
his phone lights up with a light ping! a single message, a video 01:56 minutes long attached. an unknown number, the single message two words.
Unknown number : she's safe. » 03:37 am.
his heart feels like it's going to explode, mouth cotton dry. all he does is stare at the screen at first, wondering if it's another cruel troll who managed to find his number. but his gut was telling him differently. stomach violently churning, a shaky exhale leaves his lips as he clicks play button.
it's dark at first. seemingly someone shuffling the camera. by the looks of it, it seems to be a small basement of some kind. there's a small window in the back, barely above ground, clearly the early hours of the morning. then he sees it, he see's you, and his heart fucking stops. your back is to the camera at first, on all fours seemingly occupied with something. you're wearing short shorts and one of rin's hoodies, the owl design on the back large and obvious.
"i'm done," your voice echo's, cracking statically on the tape; you turn to look beyond the camera, clearly directed at someone.
your hair is much darker, and you've got bangs. they appear slightly outgrown from the way you keep blinking. your eyes are low, much duller than before yet still wide, your skin a couple degrees paler seemingly from the lack of sun. there's a sound of footsteps on the floor before a man's legs come into frame, big boots heavy on the concrete floor. there's a large callous hand that scarcely ruffles your hair before going out of view again.
you seem to notice the camera at this point, staring right at it, your head tilting in that curious tone you used to do.
"what's this for?"
"it's for sae."
he's gonna be fucking sick. because how could he not recognise rin's voice answering? was this to already twist the knife that was deep in his chest? you wave at the camera shyly, entertaining the video for a second before looking up, almost in approval. "what do i say?" you whisper, chewing on your chapped bottom lip before crawling closer to the lens.
"anything, {name} . he probably misses you."
you blink slowly as if that's a foreign concept to you, tucking your hair behind your ear before beginning to play with the edge of your sleeve. "it's nice here in...where we are." you seemingly stop yourself before you get specific. at that realisation, sae concentrates on the scenery again, fixating on the window.
its white, the flakes from the sky only telling its snowing.
but it's not snowing anywhere in japan.
there's a poster on the wall, and he pauses the video to zoom in on the rough letters. it's in russian. therefore there's only one conclusion that makes sae want to scream until his lungs collapse.
you're on a whole different continent. in a foreign country where even sae's money and resources can't reach you.
there's a sting in his eyes, clear droplets emerging on his lit screen as the video continues, you giggling quietly at something rin says. you don't seem frightened or threatened in any way, almost...content, even though the air feels heavy and suffocating in the video.
"m'happy where i am, sae. rinnie's taking good care of me now."
it's the last thing you say before rin tells you he's ending the tape now, and all sae gets is a another small wave goodbye from you before the video cuts, leaving him feeling empty and hopeless in the dark and the new found revelation.
he doesn't bother replying.
he can only force himself to go on with his usual life, you and rin always in the back of his mind.
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thinking of mute!reader and karasu, he doesn't ever speak to you.
not that there's a malicious reason, its just your path hasn't crossed.
its well known you don't have a lot of friends, only keeping to yourself. its only revealed to him why you're so quiet when the stubborn substitute teacher demands you read out–loud to the class. without the luxury of refusing, you reluctantly begin to speak.
your severe stuttering issues coupled with the building anxiety had miserably ganged up against you in the moment.
you're barely able to get a coherent sentence out before you're on the verge of tears. the teacher is quick to end the humiliation ritual but the damage was already done.
for the rest of the semester, he takes more notice of you than before. you sit at the back of the class, he assumes to avoid being picked on again. You spend most of your free time with your nose in a book or watering the plants in the shared greenhouse. you're very pretty. stunning, even–how hasn’t he perceived you before? your kind. generous too, the familiar stray kitten he pets on his long journey home seems to be getting plumier and chunkier every meeting–he would have never suspected it was you if he didn’t witness you feeding it canned tuna.
he's painfully slow in working up the courage to talk to you, in spite of his readiness, it was all in vain.
because the next time he ever hears you speak, is your love confession to oyota.
"a–and, i like you...alot..." you internally cringe at your subconsciously slow speech, unable to keep yourself from fidgeting on the spot. you let out a deep breath, nerves producing clammy hands and scrunched paper. The sakura petals for the season have begun to softly fall, filling your view with sprinkles of pink.
"so–so, will you go out…with…me?"
You feel a different presence as soon you finish your sentence. you swear you witness something moving away from the school's building corner in your peripheral vision–but you shrug it off, not having the time to be distracted.
otoya gives you the same look he's been giving you for the ten minutes, in which his nonchalant and disinterested body language makes your eye twitch. your heel quickly finds his foot, making him comically yelp out loud.
you scowl, "y–you're supposed to be helping–helping me, olive–head."
he hands you a pained grimace of his own from your unique insult, before mumbling something under his breath. "sure," he grunts, shaking off the pain in his toes. "and you're supposed to help me find a cute girl at that karaoke place you work at–"
you roll your eyes. whatever.
you should have used one of karasu's other friends as your test dummy–but you could never get a hold of yukimiya because of his modeling gigs after school and, not that you would admit to anyone–but hiori kinda intimidated you.
so your last option was really.....just the school’s "i collect girls like pokèmon" guy, who just happens to be karasu's best friend.
“–you've improved, though."
his sudden praise pops your bubble of deep thought, looking over at the white headed boy who was half–occupied with his phone. you scoffed as if it would hide the flush of embarrassment on your face.
"i'd hope–hope so dingus. now lets g–go before i'm late."
thinking of mute!reader and karasu, he doesn't ever speak to you.
not that there's a malicious reason, its just your path hasn't crossed.
its well known you don't have a lot of friends, only keeping to yourself. its only revealed to him why you're so quiet when the stubborn substitute teacher demands you read out–loud to the class. without the luxury of refusing, you reluctantly begin to speak.
your severe stuttering issues coupled with the building anxiety had miserably ganged up against you in the moment.
you're barely able to get a coherent sentence out before you're on the verge of tears. the teacher is quick to end the humiliation ritual but the damage was already done.
for the rest of the semester, he takes more notice of you than before. you sit at the back of the class, he assumes to avoid being picked on again. You spend most of your free time with your nose in a book or watering the plants in the shared greenhouse. you're very pretty. stunning, even–how hasn’t he perceived you before? your kind. generous too, the familiar stray kitten he pets on his long journey home seems to be getting plumier and chunkier every meeting–he would have never suspected it was you if he didn’t witness you feeding it canned tuna.
he's painfully slow in working up the courage to talk to you, in spite of his readiness, it was all in vain.
because the next time he ever hears you speak, is your love confession to oyota.
thinking of younger!kaiser, who you catch on the fire–exit stairs on the side of your apartment complex, nursing a lit cigarette in his hand, visibly half–smoken. (the air smells like bitter nicotine, it lingers hard in his nose and on his fingers.) in your shock, you're quick to snatch it from him, crushing it under your shoe before scolding him.
he's young. it messes up your lungs. where did he even get it from?
"the older boys upstairs." he says it nonchalantly while shrugging, signalling he found it no big deal. he gives you that blank look, a habit when he's in trouble, as if he's shutting off.
"it's bad for you," you say for the fourth time you began your rant. "the older boys should know better. you should know better."
his face twists. his voice snapping swiftly. "you're not my mother."
i know. you wanted to say.
you raised your brow, trying to keep your expression neutral. you sigh deeply. "i never stated otherwise."
he doesn't respond, simply rising up and retreating back into your shared apartment through the open window.
guardian!angel AU with the itoshi brothers but it goes horribly wrong...because when sae ends up falling in love with you, it costs your life in the most excruciating way. whereas when rin falls in love with you, he foolishly attempts to defy the gods and his purity ends up paying the price, wings forever tainted black and forever banished from the heavens.
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ughhhh imagine if its a zombie apocalypse au but with younger!kaiser but instead of you getting infected its him that gets bitten and you only realise it when you're getting checked at the barriers before the safe zone. you can pass, leave the horror and desecration and live a somewhat normal life–but you would have to leave him behind.
you don't have the heart to abandon him, so you stay behind with him as he turns. crouched in a dark, filthy, desolate alley, holding him tightly even as his frothy mouth bites into your neck.
you don't regret a single second of it.
you knew all along destiny wasn't on your side anyways, your just glad he wasn't turning alone and scared.
all you can do is watching despair, in vain as the virus slowly eats away at his brain. your dirty shirt is used to wipe away the blood starting to leak from his nose, your thumbs on his temple, trying to massage away the headache forming. you hold him tighter the more he becomes tense, the small whimpers of pain now wails of agony.
you couldn't bring yourself to hush him, even with the danger of other infected being attracted to the sound.
you wiped away the drool rolling down his chin, your eyes beginning to go glossy as his salvia became frothy, almost like a poor dog that contracted rabies.
he chokes that he's scared, and you could only bite your lip to crimson, the tears finally spilling down your cheeks. you rock him back and forth like a baby, patting his back soothingly as if you were dealing with a fussy newborn.
you could only give him a measly promise that the pain will end soon, that you won't leave him, ever.
you can't let go. even as his innocent blues cloud over with a milky white. even when his words become incoherent, only gasps and grunts. even when his lips found your neck, even when his jaw unhinged wider than should be humanly possible, even when he bites down with all his strength; feeling your throat go extra warm, clogged with liquid red that shouldn't be there.
you wish that destiny treats you both kinder in the next life, your last and only thought as your jugular is animalistically ripped out.
ughhhh imagine if its a zombie apocalypse au but with younger!kaiser but instead of you getting infected its him that gets bitten and you only realise it when you're getting checked at the barriers before the safe zone. you can pass, leave the horror and desecration and live a somewhat normal life–but you would have to leave him behind.
you don't have the heart to abandon him, so you stay behind with him as he turns. crouched in a dark, filthy, desolate alley, holding him tightly even as his frothy mouth bites into your neck.
you don't regret a single second of it.
you knew all along destiny wasn't on your side anyways, your just glad he wasn't turning alone and scared.
micheal kaiser in the zombie apocalypse au is forced to watch you die for the fatal mistake he made when he gave you a pistol that accidentally killed bachira a few months back.
The boy had taken you by surprise, the shock of being sneaked up on had your finger reflexively pulling the trigger.
you had tried to stop the bleeding. you really did. the sound of him choking and gurgling on his own blood never left your head. You could only watch the pure fear and panic in his eyes as he held his neck, thick crimson spurting out with each beat of his heart. no matter how much gauze you held to his throat, the warm red liquid only soaked through, sticky on your hands.
you could only sob broken apologies as his eyes bore into yours, losing life every second, until he stilled in your arms, forever.
it was a tragic accident, but a certain person didn't see it that way.
they orchestrated this whole thing, from the infected chasing you till kaiser had made it through the metal door, only for it to slam in your face.
it was then you seemed to notice the square glass cage you were in, thick, seamless, air–tight. the only light seemed to be the harsh, clinical white that washed up a hospital room.
kaisers wide–eyes met yours, hands fisted as yours flattened uselessly against the glass. your voice was muffled as you desperately begged him to help, terror and hysterics taking over any rational thought.
the door barely holding the dead back is finally broken off its hinges, the stench of rot, sour and cloying filling the room like a wave.
they surrounded you, slow, no lunge, no frenzy, patient that they would inevitably get their food. Your nails could only scrape painfully at the metal door, hearing kaiser on the other side failed attempt to use his body to throw down the door. the first bite was sharp and fast, canines crunching to the very bone in your shoulder.
all you felt was white hot pain, and you could only wail in pure agony, losing your footing. the others fell, falling down and descending on you like vultures. your skin was peeled away in long stripes, rotting teeth disemboweling you ever so lethargically, blood splatters coating the once pristine glass. Minutes felt like hours, the sound of the blonde yelling until his voice simply couldn’t take it anymore.
your screams of suffering dwindled into gurgling gasps, your fingers eventually stopped clawing for freedom, head lolled forward, half-severed.
kaiser couldn't look away, even when you had stopped breathing.
the overwhelming emotions and nausea forced his stomach to hollow out whatever was left in there, violently vomiting until his throat burned with acid and his abdomen was in knots. but only then did he notice a familiar face on the other side, pupils merciless and cold.
and only when their eyes met, did isagi step back into the shadows.
bllk zombie apocalypse au but it happens during an international match.
whoever was infected didn't seem to notice before it was too late–the first attack only spreading like blood in water. By halftime, there's a mass outbreak of panic, dozens have already been infected. The cameramen are being pounced on, the horrors being live broadcasted for the whole world to witness.
the ball is long forgotten as all the players gather in the middle of the pitch like compacted sardines. both kaiser and ness attempt to locate you in the crowd, and when they do, kaiser sprints towards you, barely managing to pull you over the railing before getting ambushed by a handful of infected.
the three of you hightail it for the football tunnel, falling into one of the empty locker rooms. kaiser fumbles to put a pole through the door handles, securing it scarcely. as soon as his hands slipped away, dozens of other hands slam on the other side, palms, knuckles and even shoulders. raw grunts, ragged gasps and painful cries bled through the cracks. bolts rattled in its hinges, as if they would snap at any moment.
the chaotic rhythm of thudding was interrupted by a desperate voice echoing in the back of locker room. it's one of the players from the same team, yukimiya kenyu, if you remember correctly. his usually neatly groomed hair is wilder, messier. his round spectacles are missing, causing his eyes to squint on instinct. he's huddled in the corner, far from his confident persona on the field.
ness is able to see through yukimiya's facade before you tread closer to aid him. he's holding his shoulder a little too tightly, his smile too tight and his body shivers violently even though its warm in the room. he talks as if nothing's wrong, yet the bite on his shoulder–that was only visible for a split second from flexed fingers–hasn't gone unnoticed by the brunette next to you.
"he's been bit," ness merely whispers, but it's enough to have both yours and kaiser's head snap towards him, before all of you look back in sync at yukimiya's crumpled form. the colour drains from his face, at ness's words as if he was subconsciously aware his fate was being decided right then and there.
well, you can't have a infected running around in the same room, can you?
TW; Bulling, crying, stereotypes, themes of struggling, during the time of this AU. may be read as a stand alone. angst, hurt with a bit of comfort at the end.
feel like nothing fazes young kaiser, with everything he's gone through he's quite a numb and dissociative child–but something that truly makes him upset is when he's aware strangers know he's not your son.
he's already irritated when the fragile old woman in the store assumed you were his babysitter. you attempted to politely correct her, but she didn't seem to grasp the memo. his mood soured deeper when the shop keeper scolded him for bothering you, suspecting he was begging for money. your correction again was short, rather curt this time.
he didn't like the weird stares he would get when he went out with you, or when the older sleazy boys in the apartment complex taunted him; sneering that you weren't his mother, just another stray dog that happened to find someone sympathetic enough to take a piece of shit like him in.
and then when the day’s all over, he crawls into your lap in silence, his face half buried in your chest. your hands brush through his blonde locks as you softly ask him if he's okay, and only then does he notice his own salty tears and quivering lips.
you whisper that you love and adore him all the same, even if he didn't come from your womb. you whisper the words as if you knew every broken thought he had. you gingerly tuck a few hairs behind his ear.
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TW; implied terminally ill reader, angst no comfort, gn!reader. a little spin based off this AU. younger kaiser.
kaiser knows you're sick.
you're not aware when he's observing the napkin that clearly sports crimson when you cough into it.
he only silently watches the bin you threw it into.
he pretends to ignore the ugly crackling and spluttering of your lungs as his ear lays on your chest. your form still and slow with sleep, each intake of breath sounding painful rather then bringing you life.
he holds you tighter.
he doesn't like it when you lie to him. he pretends it's a bad dream when your condition only gets worse.
he can't pretend anymore when he sees you so frail in that hospital bed. he can't pretend it doesn't hurt when that nurse first attempted to shoo him away, assuming he was a random kid trying to annoy patients. just because he didn't look like you. he can't pretend not to cry, when he finally crawls into your lap and under the blanket. you're weak, yet you still find the energy to hold him tightly, even through the his shudders and quiet sobs.
yall i am so sorry for not posting for like a week 😭 i had like no motivation but hopefully ill post something on the weekend bc ya girls gonna have some fun tonight its 25 degrees 😋
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