Hear Me Out

GOD HELP ME

source: @BLUELOCK_EGOTEN on X

"valentines." kaiser unceremoniously announces as he tosses a box over your lap. "open it up." he coaxed, sitting down next to you.

a smirk immediately graces your lips as your attention shifts over to him, putting your phone down. "how romantic, disturbing my peace and quiet like this." you tease.

"we're going on a date later, so what's the issue?" dismissal as always, but you know he's equally as playful. his legs cross as he leans on one of his palms, eyeing you intently.

well, what are you waiting for? you open up the box, expecting a simple necklace or pair of earrings, but no. it's a chunky bracelet, filled with charms of alternating colours – blue for him, pink for you. "oh?" you coo, picking up the delicate accessory as you glance at him. "i thought you weren't a fan of tacky jewellery, hm? what happened to that?"

"but you, unfortunately, do." a sigh leaves his lips. "don't you think keeping you happy has more importance than my personal preference? or do you think that lowly of me?"

"sorry, sorry." you mumble, though quite happy in nature, and you take the time to inspect and admire your new gift. around the back, or what was supposed to be the front, it's got a tiny letter nestled right in the middle. "it's got an m on it!"

"for me, obviously." he lifts his hand, raking his fingers through his hair with his tattoo-free hand, and simultaneously showing off his matching bracelet.

you gasp, another wave of excitement washing over you as you realise he's wearing one despite his dislike for this kind of jewellery. he's wearing it for you. and he's got your initial hanging from his wrist.

"you got one too!" you exclaim with joy. kaiser wasn't a touchy person and you knew that, but you just couldn't hold back, crashing into him with a big hug. how could he be upset at you for that?

he can only smile, a hand coming to your lower back and rubbing over your skin. "i love you." he mumurs lowly in your ear.

@kaisentine this was supposed to be a lot shorter but um yeah

Hello,

My name is Mohammad Ramzi, and I am a young Palestinian from Gaza. Before the war, my life was full of hope—my family, my home, my work, and my studies were everything to me. But everything changed when the conflict took everything we had. We were forced to flee our home and now live in a tent in the south of Gaza. We struggle daily just to find water, food, and basic medical care.

For over 400 days, we've had no job or source of income, and the money we had left has run out. I am now the one taking care of my family, including my father, who went to Egypt for heart surgery and can’t return.

I’m reaching out because we need help. Any contribution, no matter how small, will go directly to ensuring my family’s survival—whether it’s food, water, or medical supplies. Your support can make a life-changing difference.

Please consider helping us during this time of crisis. Your generosity means the world to us.

Thank you so much,

Mohammad Ramzi

hi all! heres another palestinian family that could use your aid. reblogging and donations work wonders

content — shidou ryusei x gn!reader, fluff, not much dialogue, shidou drawing!!!

wc — 0.5k

a/n — this was supposed to be a short drabble after finding out one of his favourite subjects is art... got a little carried away

shidou has been awfully quiet the entire school day. you're surprised he's still allowed to even come to school, but that's not the point.

there's no rumours spreading about topics you wish not to discuss, no random yelling outside of your classroom, and no fights. you're actually proud of him for that, but it's still concerning.

as you step out for your break, you decide to wander to the back of the classroom where he had his last class before lunch. the hallway is quiet, with the echoes of laughter and chatter fading into the background. when you enter, you notice that the room is empty, a stark contrast to the buzz of students just a short while ago.

in his usual spot at the back, away from the hustle and bustle, sits one person — shidou lost in thought. he’s slouched slightly in his chair, gazing intently at the single notebook resting on the desk in front of him. no textbooks, no other supplies, except for the pencil in his hand, mindlessly sketching away.

"ryusei?" seeing him now, he appears to be oddly peaceful. he didn't even respond as you called his name, which only invited you to come closer.

as you watched him, his pencil danced across the page in a way that felt almost careless, as if he were merely passing the time. you half expected him to be doodling something weird as always, but this time was different. to your surprise, the paper revealed a series of drawings — each one consisting of only one model: you.

he appeared to have created a portrait of you from every angle. you had different hairstyles and outfits, some more experimental and different from your usual appearance, yet one thing remained constant — you were smiling in all of them.

at first, you were surprised by how good the drawings were, especially since you had never actually seen his art before. but then again, he has mentioned that he liked art before. who knew he was this good at it?

"ryu—" you're cut off by the sudden movement of him holding the book up to your face, gaze shifting from the pages, to your face, and back again. you've never seen him look so focused before...

after a good minute, he rips the page out and scrunches it up into a ball, a frustrated groan coming from him as he flips over onto a fresh page. "not good enough..." he mumbles to himself, though it was very much audible to you. you couldn't even get a word in before he was right back to focusing on his drawings sketches.

you gently pull over a chair to sit next to him, being careful not to disrupt his workspace. you don’t mean to be rude about it, but you can’t help but notice that he looked so much cuter when he wasn't making all of those... unusual faces. watching him relax like this makes your heart race; it’s a sweet reminder of just how... normal he is. shidou's just a normal human being, though many consider him not to be.

you could get used to this. you could get used to watching him for the entire lunch break, enjoying the silence together in an isolated classroom.

sae itoshi was not a nonchalant boyfriend or a chill guy, despite how much he tried to seem like he was. you don’t ask him for his opinion on your outfit? do you not want him (to compliment you and ask you to do a small twirl so he could see the ensemble properly and then pepper your cute face with kisses)? you don’t want him to share his food with you? okay, so basically you’re saying you want him to go to hell.

you tell him to quit liking flirty comments from random people under your posts? what’s wrong with that, he agrees with them— you’re absolutely stunning. and no, he isn’t doing it just so those randoms get a notification that saeitoshi, with a silly picture of you and him with your cheeks smushed together as his profile picture, has liked their comment so that they now know you aren’t single and looking for some sleazy jackass who thinks they can get your undivided attention just by commenting ‘🔥🔥’. seriously, how dare you accuse him of such pettiness?

but really, none of that is compareable to how he feels right now; damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel over his shoulder, one hand buttoning up his loose shirt while he’s looking at his phone, fresh out of the shower after the usual training. his teammates are yapping about something like they always do but it’s all silent in his head as he takes in what feels like utter blasphemy on the screen.

zero notifications.

well, actually, he had a shit ton of texts messages from his teammates and people he considered somewhat his friends but none of them really matter— only you do.

and you hadn’t texted him since yesterday (almost 24 hours ago!), when he was on his way home and asked you if you wanted him to bring you extra snacks or something.

do you hate him?

he clicked out of the messages app and checked instagram, where you’d usually have flooded his dms with chronically online shit that he had no idea how you found funny. seriously, what the heck is all that about divers going into small spaces and eye of dih? he visibly deflates when he sees you hadn’t sent anything on there either (the last text was from him, when he’d said ‘???’ to your text that read ‘what is a father?’).

Sae [16:43pm]: Do you hate me

nah. scoffing to himself, he deleted the words, exited the app and pocketted his phone. since when was he such an attention deprived, needy little shit? whatever.

by the time he opens the front door to your shared home, there’s still no text, no call, no reel, nothing from you. “angel?” he calls out in his usual, casual tone, nudging the door shut with his boot. “’m home.”

“in here, sae,” you call out from the bedroom and he quickly takes off his shoes, drops his duffel bag onto the couch and trudges into the bedroom, feeling as if if he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging harshly behind him. “i was just about to text you.” you tell him with a small smile from where you’re sitting on the office chair behind the desk, your laptop in front of you and notes strewn all over the desk. you were.. studying.

ah, right. no wonder you hadn’t texted him.

you barely register his silent footsteps and fast pace until he’s right behind you within the time it took for you to blink, one hand on the arm of the chair to turn it around before he’s half hunched over you, his other hand pressing on your back to tug you into a hug. “missed you,” his voice is muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the soft tufts of his moist hair tickling your chin and neck. “thought you hated me.”

“what?” it was said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you do and now you’re pulling back a bit to look at him properly. “what gave you that idea?”

“forget about it,” he tries to avoid the question in a painfully untactful manner, attempting to hug you again, but faltering as he sees the look on your face. god, this was so humiliating. “y‘didn't text me today— or call, or send me stupid reels,” he points out with an embarrassed grunt, standing up to his full height and running a hand through his hair. “thought you were pissed at me for beating you in monopoly or something.”

huffing, you grin up at him. “you didn’t have to bring that up, jerk. but no, as you can see,” you gesture to your table and he notices the splotches and lines of dried ink on your fingers from your pen. “i’ve been studying. or trying to, at least.”

“huh.” he lets out, grasping your hand in his and intertwining your fingers before untangling them again so he could toy around with them. his brows furrow and he scoffs when you continue, saying something along the lines of ‘i didn’t think you’d notice.’ “yeah, well, i noticed. i dunno. kinda hard to miss the zero texts from the only person i reply to, yeah?”

your eyes brighten at that, but you tease, “ohh, yeah, right. sorry, i forgot you’re a friendless loser.”

“look who’s talking,” he shoots back, and you’d almost be offended if it wasn’t for the playful look in his eyes. he sighs and dips his head to press a kiss to your temple before walking over to the closet.

“were you really sad that i didn’t send you stupid reels?” you ask him with a curious look while watching him pick out a random t-shirt and sweats, not making fun of him like you’d usually do, just genuine curiousity in your tone.

he hums in response, undoing a few buttons of his shirt before tugging it off his head and glancing at you, with his teal eyes narrowed in contemplation, shirt still hanging around his elbows. “guess so. ’s stupid, huh?”

“nah,” is your immediate reply, followed by a small shrug. “i think it’s sweet, actually. in a pathetic sort of way. you’re kinda sweet.”

during his 10-minute break from training the next day, he finds himself on the bench of the locker room, resting his aching legs with his half empty water bottle next to him as he’s scrolling through your dms with a soft smile. a shit ton of reels and one ‘good luck at practice!!’ message stares back at him.

yeah. he thinks you’re (kinda) sweet too.

4:00am — itoshi sae 

you weren’t sure how long you’ve been staring at your screen, the pixels were slowly turning into a blur as your eyes watered due to exhaustion. 

how long has it been since you’ve had a proper good night’s sleep? you weren’t sure. however, you knew that you had to finish your task at hand and maybe then you can take a short break. 

your hand clenched on the computer mouse with a sigh. 

you were just so, so tired and your work seemed never ending. you groaned as you stretched your back that has been hunched for hours on end, feeling a little relieved as you feel the kinks loosen up. 

the door to your room slams open. you jolt, not expecting anyone or any guests to arrive. your eyes widened as you see your boyfriend, sae, look at you with a blank expression on his face. 

“sae… what’re you doing here?” you cringed as you realized your throat has been dry, having not talked in the past 12 hours or so, you swivelled in your desk chair, watching as sae slowly approached you. 

“you weren’t responding to my messages.” sae replied coolly before his teal eyes glanced over to your computer, the only source of brightness in your room. 

your brows furrowed in confusion. “you sent me messages?” 

your hand grabs at your phone, turning it on, letting out a quiet “oh.” once you remembered that you placed your phone on do not disturb.

—

mi cariño

8:00am

 >> good morning mi querido  

mi cariño

9:50am

 >> i sent over food, make sure to eat today. 

mi cariño

1:30pm

>> i have training today. let’s talk later. 

mi cariño

6:16pm

training is done. captain wanted us to have dinner, have you eaten yet? 

mi cariño

8:40pm 

>> ???

mi cariño

8:45pm 

>> you must be really busy, be sure to take breaks amor

mi cariño

10:00pm

>> i’ll head to bed early. training tomorrow. good night, take breaks.

mi cariño

1:45am

>> i can’t sleep. i haven’t heard your voice today. what have you done to mi amor? 

mi cariño

3:30am

 >> i’m coming over. 

—

you turned off your phone, looking at sae with a guilty expression. 

“i–” “have you eaten today?” sae cuts you off with a raise of his brow. you sheepishly looked over the messy wrappers of biscuits and empty noodle cups. your boyfriend follows your gaze and sighed, shaking his head. 

“you need proper rest.” sae said as he tried to hold your computer mouse, you shook your head, hand clasping around his. 

“i’m almost done, promise!” you said, you weren’t exactly lying, your output was almost complete but you were waiting on a groupmate who was probably snoring away in her bed. 

you gulp when you see sae look at you with a glare, he gently takes your hand away from the computer mouse and saves your output, closing your computer with a few clicks. 

“sae, i’m fine, really!” you try to convince him but it was all for naught. 

“we’re going to sleep.” 

“what?”

“you look like a mess, when’s the last time you slept properly?” you look away, not wanting to answer his question. 

you hear sae heave out a sigh and before you could look back at him, you feel him lift you up by your thighs, carrying you to your bed. 

“sae!” “shut up.” he says before he plops you on the bed, tucking you in with your favorite plushie. 

“go to sleep.” he says once more as the bed dips under his weight, you can't say anything in response as you feel his arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, enabling you to feel his heartbeat. 

you looked at the clock. 4:18am. less than an hour of sae’s usual alarm of 5:00am.

“i’m sorry for keeping you up.” you say quietly, guilty. “you only have so little time left before your morning training.”

you feel sae tilt your head up to meet his gaze, only for him to flick your forehead. “ow!” 

“don’t be stupid,” he starts, “i already called the captain. i’m not going later.” 

“eh?” 

sae smirks at the confused look on your face as he places a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“just sleep, mi querida.” sae whispers as he carefully presses your head against his chest, his calm and steady heartbeat triggering the sleepiness you’ve been feeling for days.

“i’ll be here when you wake up, just rest in my arms for now.” 

note/s: this is written for my college roomie :> she's alrdy read this so hi oomf :> also !! first blue lock drabble in a while (an entire year) im soooo looking forward to writing more of them AaaAaaA +also college!bf sae :3

jacked and kind m.list | rules

pairing. blue lock x reader

characters. karasu, sae, kunigami, kaiser

note. hi there! first time posting with blue lock but i'm down bad for the boys again so guess i'll give you some stuff with them hihihi anyway take the jacked and kind trend with them <3 don't hesitate to request with anyone from blue lock!!

⎯ Karasu

no way he’s not doing this ; too much of an opportunity 

he loves when you show him off, it makes him feel proud, a lot

when he lifts you up on his shoulder, his arm his around your legs to keep you in place while he flexes his other arm with a wide grin 

you gently tap his arm while rolling your eyes, and it only makes him chuckle

he says no when you tell him to put you down 

“it’s a kidnapping, princess, you’re not going anywhere now” 

moves you from his shoulder only to carry you bridal type, walking around the room while giggling like an idiot

the video kept turning on for a while, and you were sure that you didn’t want anyone to see this video ever

⎯ Sae

he thinks it’s stupid, only to show off ; and he’s not a show off

but when you look at him with your big doe eyes pleading for him to say yes?

guess he doesn’t have any other choice than doing this

he might not be the most jacked guy ever, but there no way he can’t carry you up

subtle with it, not lifting you up too quickly but soon you’re sitting on his shoulder

your hand is on your thigh when you’re up there, holding onto his own resting on your leg too

he slowly put you down, making sure you won’t fall in the process

you immediately run to your phone to check the video, and he’s soon to follow you

arms around your waist, glancing from above your shoulder, he whispers ‘happy now?” and you feel your legs growing weaker than when he lifted you up

maybe people doesn’t need to see your boyfriend like this finally

⎯ Kunigami

let’s say it’s kunigami before the “incident” (please i need my hero) 

doesn’t really mind if it makes you happy, it’s not like it’s a big deal for him

sure he blushed when he heard the song the first time because you think he’s kind ; like he’s not your boyfriend and you’re not in love with him……

you gasped slightly when he pulled you up, you’re on his shoulder in a second 

you knew he was strong but welp, it’s still surprising to be carried like you weight nothing

he looks up at you, a bit worried when you suddenly held onto his arm

“you okay, baby?” you melted the second he spoke, quickly nodding to reassure him

he puts you down soon after, making sure you weren’t lying 

he’s too nice, who’s better for being called jacked and kind?

⎯ Kaiser

a big no no at first 

carrying you on his shoulder so you can call him kind? no way 

thankfully for you, he loves you too much to say no for much longer if you keep pleading him 

not that he would admit it anyway, he just acts like he’s annoyed and says yes with a sigh

he likes to hold you, a big clingy boy secretly, so the idea of carrying you on his shoulder is not SO bad after all 

and you want to film it so you can show off to your little friends? fine for him, show them he’s better than their stupid boyfriends

carries you on his shoulder like it’s a piece of cake for him, and puts you down as easily 

“make sure to show it” he’s full of himself after seeing all smiley in front of the video

thank you for reading!

METAMORPHOSIS / TOUCH michael kaiser

by no means are you and michael an affectionate couple, but you're a couple nonetheless. in the midst of exhaustion and vulnerability, you'll confess your loving and he'll love back

taking my ugly wet cat boyfriend wife out of the dungeon for an hour or two #lovinggirlfriendactivities

Kaiser lays still next to you, basking in the kisses of still quiet as a tumultuous day had settled into the serenity of nighttime. Michael was a beautiful man—gifted with a strong jaw and sharp eyes he would decorate in red every morning, a river of blue and blond falling over his shoulders and down his back—but you refrained from saying so to avoid stroking his already absurdly huge ego.

But it's at times like these where you submit yourself to your more expressive affections of him.

You reach out and brush strands of hair away from his face, cupping his cheek in your shaking hand with the most gentleness you could muster. This night was one of the rare ones where his breath didn't shake and it was in his peace did you find him most beautiful.

As you delicately held him, basking in the warmth of his face, his eyes fluttered open beneath the soft moonlight.

"Did I wake you? Sorry," you whisper, attempting to retract yourself. Michael was quick to hold your hand in place, bringing it to the front of his face and kissing it before intertwining your fingers together. It wasn't just you tonight expressing a rate innocent intimacy. Your relationship primarily consisted of banter admist a fucked up sense of domesticity that was more like insulting each other in place of "I love yous".

"It's alright," Michael whispers back, his breath hits your palm and he followed it with another kiss, this time lasting a second longer. You can't help but find the moment kind of odd from how foreign it is, but it's a pleasant kind and although you know you'll wake up in the morning, returning to his comical grandiose, you'll appreciate it for what it's worth.

"I love you," you softly speak. The syllables are weird and if it were any other moment, you'd probably gag a bit and threaten to vomit on your boyfriend while he laughs at you, saying something dumb like "of course you do!"

His whisper of your name touches your hand in a kiss and a confession. "I love you too," and both of your eyes flutter shut, the bed feeling cozier than ever.

IN WHICH; you and kaiser get into an argument over a stupid reason which leads into a hard launch after his match.

a/n: do NAWT speak to me about how unrealistic the last scenes are. i KNOWW how crazy fans can be and they’d probably be mauling/trampling you guys to death😭 also say no to telling me to put my ear to your mouth and listen what you have to say (kaz ref…) only to tell me this is ooc leave me alone pls. & not proofread lolz

cw: swearing, arguments -> making up, my writing

“i could stay for tonight.”

it was sickening coming from your tongue because kaiser knew he didn’t want you only for tonight. he’s coming close to crushing you with how hard he’s squeezing your body like he never wants you to leave.

“just for tonight?” is a question he poses. the air around you two remains silent and it angers him—are you thinking about an answer? for there is no other answer than accepting defeat and staying in his arms, forever.

you try squirming around to wiggle your way out of his hold because it was getting warmer than you’d like it to be. “yes, micha. just for tonight.” you start whining at this point but he does not budge no matter how hard you try. he’s only growing more irritated by your response paired up with the nickname you call him to be affectionate.

affectionate his ass—you’re basically admitting you hate him. as much as he loves being seen as an enemy in others’ eyes, he hates when you perceive him in such a manner. “don’t call me micha.” his huffing out and you can feel the vibrations in his chest

“okay mr. football prodigy.” your tease is muffled by his chest. in most situations, he’d take it as a compliment to feed his ego but he knows you’re deliberately trying to egg him on. and though he currently can’t see your face because of the position you guys are in, he swears he can feel your eyes rolling at him.

“i still have a life… and a job.” now it’s your turn to get fed up by his behavior. “am i not your life?” he’s sounding like you genuinely just offended his whole bloodline and hell, maybe even very distant ancestors. you want to say he’s joking but judging by experience, he most certainly isn’t.

one thing you understood when you first started dating him was that he would not give up his career for you and using the same logic, you didn’t have to either. now can some mind reader tell you why this is happening? why is he being so stubborn about this in particular? not like kaiser isn’t dramatic or stubborn most of the time but he’s never been this stubborn over a matter like this.

“michael that’s not… i just—i can’t just give everything up for you.” oh, now you’re calling him by his full first name? perhaps that wasn’t the best way to word it because you feel grip shifting to the back of your head to keep it in place, he does this because he doesn’t want you seeing his face. “why not?” he barks a lot quieter than he normally does.

“what do you mean by ‘why not’? this has been my life, even before i met you.” you try holding in the scoff that you were trying so hard to avoid but it’s obvious now.

as if it wasn’t already tense but it feels like it bloomed into a raging silence. you believe he’s thinking of an answer but in reality, he isn’t. he’s thinking about anything else other than him opening his mouth because only the heavens know what words would spew out of his mouth if he were to—imagine how worse he’d make this petty argument.

you hate this.

you hate silence.

you hate him being silent.

and you make the dumb decision to add salt to the injury—the one thing kaiser didn’t want to do. “do you actually want to argue about this? if so, i’m not staying at all.” there you go, saying things you don’t actually mean. “do you mean that?” oh he actually responded. you did try to choose your words carefully but your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“and if i did?” you’re lying through your teeth, but he takes the bait.

that was what unlocked his vile mouth that should be censored on television after losing a match. “you really are annoying, you know that? i hope you didn’t because i didn’t know that either when i started liking you. or were you just leading me on? i don’t care if you aren’t staying anymore. just fucking leave.” he’s lacing his words with cyanide.

he’s second guessing his thoughts of wanting you to stay forever if you were just going to be acting like that. his grip on you is finally loosening and it’s easier to slide right past his arms. you take the chance and peak at his face. it wasn’t the look you want to see on him normally but it is justified in this situation. he has a scowl on his face but he still looks so pretty like this. he’s looking at you too, albeit not with the admiration you’re doing.

it isn’t the best idea to stay silent and so you don’t.

“fine then.” you say while walking away from him to head towards the entrance and like expected, he doesn’t follow you. you take the bag from the front-door rack and slip on the shoes he gifted you.

you spare no time opening the door, not even glancing back when you shut the door as well. kaiser is the one looking, glaring at the back of your head before you disappear behind his door. after he knows you’re off completely, he goes over to lock it shut but also ends up smelling the slight scent of your perfume floating in the air.

looks like you won’t be staying tonight anymore. and now that this happened, will you ever? did he want you to?

this argument could have been so minor if both of you had just sucked it up.

were you still together? it didn’t end in clear closure, just him telling you to leave and you did.

did you still want this? did he still want this?

in all honesty, he just wants you. no matter what form, no matter what, he still wants to say he knows you. it didn’t have to be this way.

safe to say neither of you had good sleep that night.

kaiser has many ways to express his aggression. be it words, physical contact (past), or what he’s doing right now—football. he hasn’t contacted you ever since that day and you haven’t either. makes him question what he still is to you.

why does he care? if you don’t want to talk to him, neither do you. if you hate him, he hates you.

however, whenever he does take his anger out of the field, he dominates it. effectively becoming the king of the field. from the get-go it was obvious bastard munchen would win the match against some other team they were playing against.

you could tell too, setting aside the fact you were sitting pretty far from the game. what made you want to watch the match even if you thought he was probably your ex already? you didn’t know. it’s like you just gravitate towards the stupid rat tails man, he’s an annoying magnet to you now.

and like everyone betted on, bastard munchen did win.

the team immediately celebrates by huddling together, slapping each-others hands, carrying each-other, and what not? you unconsciously smile at the scene, it was small, you could still feel it but you couldn’t help it.

kaiser is celebrating with his team, being somehow lifted on-top of ness’ shoulders (which he is really annoyed at and he’s wondering how the fuck he’s doing that, what is wrong with him?). he ultimately scored the last goal they needed to win. it wasn’t a surprise because when he plays, he wants to—needs to—win.

despite that, his teammates couldn’t help but realize his anger, leading to yoichi asking him a question that makes kaiser want to choke the black-haired man on the spot.

“the hell was that?” he asks (referring the stupidly impossible goal kaiser was able to score, but you know… he doesn’t believe anything is impossible.) “i have a question for you too, yoichi. what the hell is that kind of question?” he’s laughing out, still on ness’ shoulders. but he’s laughing so hard his whole body starts to shake, making ness stumble a little.

still, yoichi was able to tell something was off.

“uh… what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

but before kaiser could answer that with going off on him, he’s being pulled into an interview.

what made that goal possible?

“it was never impossible.”

what do you feel after winning?

“as if we weren’t going to win.”

boring questions he didn’t want to answer but he was obligated to—for he was basically the star of the show, like always. that was until a certain question was asked that made him look around the stadium for the first time.

that was quite an impressive goal.

“of course.”

is there anyone you wanted to watch that shot?

he’s silent. he’s thinking of you as he gazes around the bleachers—embarrassingly thinking everyone has your face and accidentally making eye contact with crazy fans that go berserk when he does. the only reason he never looked before and during the match was because you wouldn’t be there.

what a desperate reason, right? row after row, he’s scanning every seat, even the ones that are empty and imagining you’re the one sitting in it. 3rd to the top row, he scanning and not expecting to see you.

the fuck? is that you?

is he looking at you? kaiser is looking in your direction and in the area you’re seated but you’re so high up you can’t tell and it’s very unlikely he is but he keeps staring. you’re awkwardly looking away and around your section to hide your face.

oh but he’s already gotten a look of the face he so desperately wanted to see and he’s not going to look away, nor will he stand in one place. like a lunatic who just escaped some mental hospital, he’s booking it from the interviewer who stands shocked.

oh ok... he totally saw you which defeats the total point of you sitting so far away, was he lying to you when he said his eyesight wasn’t the best? probably. anyway, that was your sign to also walk away.

screams of fans were deafening and you felt like your eardrums were going to burst anyway.

who cursed you? because it was such a coincidence that kaiser comes out the way you were going to exit. he didn’t count how many fans who were asking all sorts of things he ran past to get to you.

as soon as you saw his face, you tried playing it off cool and spun the other way to walk away but he was by no means dumb and he saw you do that. he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

it felt like when you ask your friends to chase you and they actually do and now you’re screaming your lungs out trying to outrun them. obviously it was futile because he was so much faster than you.

no words could explain how fucking loud the crowd was, first when he ran, second when he entered the spectator area, last (hopefully) when he hugged you tightly from behind, stopping you from running.

like that night, he was warmer than you’d like him to be. arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. “are you running away again?” he’s whispering into your ear and despite the crowd + the booming voices around you… ++ the paparazzi basically stomping on people to get a photo, he’s unbelievably close to your ear, you have no trouble in hearing him.

“kaiser.” you breathe out in the same shock the interviewer was probably in. “don’t call me that. answer my question.” he huffs—he hasn’t heard you call him that in for like… forever! (unless you count other arguments)

“should i want to run away?”

“i don’t want you to.”

the grip is getting tighter and it slightly stops you from breathing for a second. you don’t want to run away, you don’t hate him.

you were thinking the same as him, whether or whether not he still considered you his. but you know his ego is way too high for his own good so you do him a favor and ask him instead.

“are we still something?” you ask and it hurts him that you do—did you not think that anymore? his eye is twitching with uncertain emotions. “…tell me your answer first.” there’s hurt evident in his voice because he doesn’t want to jump into conclusions and hurt his ego even more than he already has fighting for his way to get to you.

“i don’t know, are we?” he’d flick your forehead with full power if he wasn’t trying to make up with you. it’s barely audible but you hear “i still want this.” a frown is on your face and he took it as a bad sign.

“i do too, micha.” you admit, he’s spiraling by how you say his name.

as much as he wants to say that he did want you to stay with him forever, that he didn’t want you to leave him, that he doesn’t actually find you annoying, that he loves you. he decides on doing only the second and last option because he’s kept himself, you, and the fans waiting far too long.

(you also wanted to say you didn’t mean it.)

he’s spinning you around to face him.

“don’t leave me, ever.”

he holds your hands in his, leaning forward to kiss you.

and though you guys still have so much to apologize, discuss, and everything in between… you both would rather leave that for a private matter. just stay in this moment, in his arms for now? if not forever.

oh and now you hoped this was the last time the crowd got as rowdy as it was.

GERMAN FOOTBALL PRODIGY; MICHAEL KAISER AND HIS SUPPOSED PARTNER MAKE IT PUBLIC! WHO IS THE LUCKY PERSON? EVERYTHING WE KNOW RIGHT NOW…

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How to Subtly Show Someone You're Interested

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.4k TYPE: Humor, Bad flirting, bickering WARNINGS: huge Kaiser tw

#1 Eye contact

Kaiser has been acting strange.

Usually this would not be an observation you'd be making (as he acts weird all the time so it's not worthy of note), but today he's been so odd, it's starting to bug you even more than his default level of being annoying.

He keeps just… staring blankly. At you. You don't know what you did to deserve this horrible treatment — perhaps you did not grovel enough after accidentally butting into His Majesty’s shoulder, or breathed in his direction too hard without permission, or some other similar tragedy — but it's getting unsettling.

Well, honestly, it was creepy to begin with, but it's making your skin crawl more and more the longer it goes on. Like, what does he want? Are you going to be on the news soon? His eyes are blue and lifeless and evil like always, so you know he can't be up to anything good each time he burns your body to a crisp with his stoic serial killer gaze. It's even worse when he smirks at you while he does it, that's how you know the torture you'll endure at his hands will be slow and painful, and he's already delighting in his demented plans before putting them into action.

Kaiser attempts to maintain his stare down with you while he makes his way out of the training room and you stay behind putting away whatever you need to, observing him in confusion and fear. Though, of course, you would not admit to something as lowly as letting Kaiser intimidate you out loud (since you don't want to partake in an action that seems to give him a mental orgasmic feeling), at least to yourself, you can concede you're on edge.

… That is, until his dedication towards being a scrote proves detrimental even to him because he runs into the wall, hitting about half his face. It seems tormenting you is too distracting for a sick sadist like Kaiser. He palms at his skin, probably seething to himself while trying to seem cool and collected and totally not on the brink of shitting himself in anger on the outside, as if such a small thing as a solid wall could not faze him or even cause him pain.

You point and laugh at him. Kaiser pretends not to see you and walks out tall and proud like nothing happened. This will have to do as your revenge, for now.

#2 Initiate conversation

“Did you have a nice weekend?” asks Kaiser.

“It's Tuesday,” you reply, once again confused. Why is he talking to you, does he have nothing better to do.

“Right,” he says in a casual tone, like he didn't just ask you an irrelevant dumbass question. “The weather is nice.”

You ignore that one, but you can't help wondering if something is wrong with him and if this is an obscure call for help. Blackmail from a drooling fan perhaps? After all, it's unlike him to say anything so boring and ordinary, and you don't imagine he would make small talk with you unless it's a complicated code to signal that his life is in danger.

“What restaurant would you recommend?” Kaiser tries again.

“What?”

There's an uncomfortable silence during which you're just looking at each other, you perplexed and him expressionless, the previous guise of pleasantries and fake sweet smile wiped off. It is possibly even more uncomfortable than anything else that has unfolded between you two in the past. Then Kaiser says, “You know, I think you're an ingrate.”

“What?!”

“You’re not appreciative enough of my efforts.”

“For what?!”

Kaiser scoffs, averse to elaborating due to humiliation (either because of his apparent failure or because it's plain embarrassing to state his intentions when you don't seem receptive to them or because being outright on the matter requires him to express himself, which is in nature disgusting). Then you watch while he walks away from you in a moody fit.

Well, at least if he has the energy to act temperamental, that must mean he's not in any shittier spirits than usual. It is way less unnerving than his earlier civility, for one.

#3 Compliment them

Kaiser has no respect for personal space. Or more like he only deems his need for such important and disregards everyone else's. You know this.

But you can't lie in good conscience that he's gotten this close to you before, examining you, leaning in way too close. Close enough that you feel Ness planning your murder from across the field. Close enough to warrant a harassment complaint.

You assume Kaiser must be looking for miniscule flaws to fake laugh at like a missing eyelash or the fact that you have pores, but instead of doing what you predicted, after a long while of making you almost throw up from nerves — what's with this guy and staring at you like a microbe under a telescope so much? — he says, “You have beautiful sclera.”

???

You bristle at the sound of the strange thing he said. Unperturbed by your visibility negative reaction, Kaiser continues,

“And I love the way you look at me, like you want to kill me. It gives me a thrill.”

What's wrong with this guy? you think to yourself.

“Your bone structure can almost rival mine-”

“Kaiser, stop talking nonsense and go… back to doing something else somewhere away from me.”

“Hmph.” He backs off to a more socially appropriate distance, crossing his arms. “I see you still haven't fixed your attitude.”

“Me? I need to fix my attitude?! When you're the one acting like a depraved person?”

“Wow, if you think that's what I'm doing, you must not understand anything about the world at all,” he says in a condescending tone, smirking at you with played up amusement.

“You have some nerve! Kaiser, go away before I take advantage of my position and put rat poison in your water bottle. It'd suit you to go out that way.”

“You're so obsessed with me.”

After that declaration, he whips around to make a dramatic and majestic exit, with a deliberate swat of his hair to your face. Maybe you'll be spitting out gross blue strands after this. You fume to yourself.

#4 Light touches

Once again, Kaiser is plaguing you. Today's method of inflicting trauma seems to involve more gratuitous touching than usual.

He awkwardly drags his hand over your shoulder.

You stare at him as if this is the most scandalous offense you've been on the receiving end of. Maybe it's not, but he's been walking on your nerves all day with other such inept attempts at caresses. “Did you just wipe something on my sleeve?”

“What?” he asks in a flat tone. “No. Are you dumb?”

Your expression doesn't show anything other than incredulity. Certainly not the fluster and admiration Kaiser is hoping for.

You then go right back to ignoring him like he is dust. This is outrageous, he's going to be sick. Kaiser takes fate into his hands and embraces you stiffly from behind (once again showing his lack of etiquette).

Startled, you ask, “Are you gonna put me in an octopus hold?”

“No? Do you always have to assume I'm going to do something bad to you?”

“Well, it's not like you ever do anything good.”

Kaiser lets go of you even though he doesn't want to — truly a moment of his character development you're witnessing —, his arms dropping limply by his sides while he frowns at you like a kicked kitty. Exquisite manipulation tactic, however, you're not moved by the display at all.

He says, “I still think you need to fix your attitude.”

You roll your eyes and let him have his little moment with his snide remark. An immediate retort hasn't come to mind after all, and you'd rather play it off as disregarding him than admit to the shameful lack of a comeback. It's not your fault his incomprehensible behavior leaves you speechless, anyway.

#5 Be there for them

Kaiser decides to skip this one as it's even more vile than when he lowered himself enough to the point he tried to hug you.

#6 Use humor

Kaiser stands in front of you, trying to think of something funny to say, which isn't an activity he engages in often (as the comedy of his existence is often unintentional or manifests in the form of being a bitch for no reason and antagonizing people unprovoked). During this process, you're once more forced to endure the weight of his unrelenting, vacant stare.

“I have a controversial football opinion,” says Kaiser, finally.

“As usual.”

“The ball is sentient and it hates getting kicked around like that.”

You tilt your head, not understanding why Michael Kaiser would say something so… silly? “Well, I'm sure you take some delight in imagining that,” you say in an unsure voice, not knowing how else to reply.

Kaiser smirks at you in an attempt to shrug off his latest failure and feign casualness. Then he tries again because his spirit is as tenacious as his gawping. “You should always make sure to distinguish between ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I apologize’ at a funeral.”

“Why? Do you speak from experience? Is that a little slip up from when you attended the funeral of one of all those people you killed?”

“No. I think if I killed someone, I'd be the type to facetiously say ‘rest in peace,’ just to piss them off in the afterlife.”

“I can imagine you doing that. Good for you I guess.”

Kaiser snickers to himself — maybe because he's enjoying imagining all his enemies dead — and plays with his fingers in an almost nervous manner, which makes you question if you're perhaps hallucinating. He ponders if he's funny or not.

#7 Text them

(04:55 AM) Michael Kaiser: [5 image attachments]

(06:32 AM) You: why are you sending me shirtless mirror pics lol

(06:46 AM) Michael Kaiser: Wrong person

(06:50 AM) You: did you mean to send that to ness

(07:02 AM) Michael Kaiser: No

(07:05 AM) Michael Kaiser: ???

(07:43 AM) You: well you only talk to me and him so if it's not for us who else could it be for

(07:44 AM) You: lol don't tell me you did that to seem sought after haha

(07:48 AM) Michael Kaiser: Let's stop talking for a little while.

#8 Give them attention

Kaiser gives you plenty of attention, and he doesn't even make you do tricks for it. Like for example right now, when he's poking you in the ribs while you're trying to fill out something unfinished on the tablet during your break.

You slap his hand away. “Kaiser. What.”

He moves onto poking your neck instead, forcing you to wiggle away from him as he continues his antics despite your dodging.

“What do you want?!”

“I just don't want you to feel neglected by me,” he says in a tone he probably believes is suave.

“I don't.”

“You're trying to seem brave, but your eyes give you away.”

“You're crazy,” you say, not even in shock or embarrassment, but rather a very apparent disorientation. “If anything I've been overdosing on you lately.”

“There’s never enough of me. You don't need to pretend just to humble me. It's not cute nor clever.”

“Kaiser, quit it before I cut off your finger and poke you with it instead.”

To your surprise, Kaiser stops. You watch him warily for a few seconds before feeling safe enough to turn around and try doing your work again.

Kaiser pokes you on the sides.

#9 Playful teasing

“You look like shit today,” greets Kaiser with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Did they let the clown academy off early today?”

“Kaiser, you're so immature.” You shrug him off. Usually you'd allow the contact, granted he's not being rude or creepy, but he's done the former a nanosecond into the conversation, so you're not going to stand for it.

“I assume you're stupid or uptight enough to take me seriously. That's always fun.”

“Trust me, you're the last person in the world I'd take seriously.”

“No, but really, you're quite unencumbered by the standards of beauty today.”

“So I'm ugly and stupid? Awesome, thank you so much.”

His traitorous hand which had grabbed at your shoulder earlier moves lower around your waist instead, pulling you closer. At his actions, you squint your eyes and look at him as if he is a dirty wet sock. “Don't worry, I'd still take you though.”

This horrendous thing he just uttered makes you gape in shock. Then it morphs into disgust, and you smack him on the arm and retch at him.

#10 Mention being single

You expect something horrific to happen this time when Kaiser approaches you, but instead, out of the blue, unprovoked, nobody asked or moved — as most things are with him — he announces, “By the way, I'm single.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, not sure what to do with this information. “Yeah, that figures.”

“What do you mean? Tons of people want me, but I don't want them back. That's why I'm available, that's all.”

“Don't explain yourself to me, I don't care,” you say flippantly, crossing your arms and shifting your weight to one leg.

“Well, you should.”

“Sure, Mr. ‘Sorry Wrong Chat.’” You snort.

Kaiser upturns his nose and glares at you. “You’re mischaracterizing me and presenting that whole situation wrong. For one, I didn't say sorry.” Then he scoots closer to you, grinning without smiling with his eyes whatsoever. “Anyway, I'll forgive you. As long as you remember the main point, which is that I'm single.”

“I know, dipshit.”

“Wow, can't you rub your little brain cells together, the whole two of them, and understand what I've been getting at?” Kaiser snaps, frustrated that the fruits of his incompetent labor aren't ready for reaping yet.

“It's not my fault you can't say whatever you have to say properly,” you say, delivering your line in a pointed tone so that he can grasp the implication you're making this time.

Kaiser blinks with the small frown still on his face, a remnant of his earlier scowling. Then realization sets in and his lips form a thin line instead. His cheeks color slightly.

You're fucking with him on purpose.

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Some slop I wrote on my phone on vacation in between drinking and sweltering in my own gooch in the sun. Enjoy or don't