How To Win Over Sebastian Sallow

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*my current character has beige eyes* swoons

*says that I like Blue eyes(I genuinely do, I think blue-eyed people are pretty)* Cove;

me fr;

haiii here’s wxs hcs since twt liked them a bit :p idk

feel free to correct me if anything goes against some of these in canon or share ur own thoughts

tsukasa:

aroace

adhd

Bad Hearing.

naturally wavy hair, saki often encourages him to keep it that way

favorite color is blue

he has a tan

total sucker for the greatest showman. sorry.

really good at doing hair. always eager to brush out and style saki’s hair, and eventually nene lets him run his hands through her hair and recommend different products to her

he Does actually enjoy his room with three walls a lot just hear me out. it might seem crazy or bland to most people but you just gotta think about the bright side.. see the light..

^ didn’t elaborate on this on twt cuz i forgot but i once saw a hc that said they believed tsukasa chose his room because he enjoyed hearing/knowing when other people were home as well and that Stuckk with me Forever.

has braces. nerd

emu:

pansexual11!!1!

audhd

paints her nails 24/7 (always finds a way to make them related to wxs and/or PW)

such a loud snorer. wxs sleepovers are nightmares bcs of emukasa

loves piggy back rides so muxh1!!1!!

also will quite literally cling like a koala to her loved ones

insane animal crossing island. idk how this came to me she just goes ham on ac while miku is watching from her phone

sleepwalker

always warming up everybody else’s hands

nene:

pathetic agender wet cat

SNORTS WHEN SHE LAUGHS I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

badddd gamer rage. Christ

also bad sensory issues and doesn’t always like physical touch (emu is a big exception)

gets cold very easily

wears glasses (does not usually forget them anywhere)

^has forgotten them at school just once. almost dropped dead trying to ask her classmates if they had seen her glasses.

rui:

autism

bisexual

also wears glasses (however he gets contacts at some point though due to not wanting to break them. but emunenekasa also really like when he wears glasses so…)

on antidepressants

not physically clingy but physical affection still sends him to the moon. he just doesn’t know how to handle it and never really initiates it much first.

often wears bandaids due to cuts and injuries from his inventions

claw machine.

ft. mizuki akiyama

Nothing is real to you anymore. Nothing but Mizuki.

n. gn!reader, comfort question mark

You often felt a space between you and everything around you. It was like you had separated from your body, simply controlling it from the inside like a joystick to a rigged claw machine.

It felt like you were trapped in the glass, and all the friends who tried to pick you up and drop you in the reward box had lost interest after trying so many times.

They just left you to rot inside, making you watch as they turned their backs, laughing at the only one left behind. The prize unworthy of their efforts.

One person remained, though.

Cotton candy hair and a wistful smile, that was what you saw through the window. They tried their best to win you — to save you. They kissed your lips with their own, holding your hand and talking to you, even if you didn't respond.

Though a prisoner to your own body, they saw through the glass: through the rigged machine. They saw you, not the bars you were caged behind.

"I love you," they often told you, and you knew they meant it.

They loved the great mind that churned thought after thought inside of your claw machine of a body, the incredible person behind the crystal of your eyes. It was as if they gazed into your very essence through the pupils, searching the dark well for the treasure that laid beneath.

The eyes were the window to your soul, after all.

When they got close to freeing you from the box, however, the game reset, and you were back on the far end, unreachable by the flimsy claw.

It had come to the point where they couldn't get you out with the instructions next to the joystick, no matter how well they positioned it. No matter what they said, no matter what they did, they wouldn't be able to drop you in that slot and bring you out.

Their only choice now was to leave you... is what you thought.

But you underestimated the determination of a friend — a lover — with too much time on their hands. If they couldn't get you out? They would just go in with you.

At every moment of the day, they were stuck to you, enjoying the comfort of your presence, chatting your ear off, and the like.

You were happy that they still wanted to spend time with you, but it was... well, it just didn't feel right.

"Mizuki," you began, sighing like you always did, "aren't you tired?"

They perked up at your voice, eager to hear you speak. "Of what?"

"Of... this. You have other friends... why do you waste your time doing nothing?" You asked, leaning your head on their shoulder.

"I'm not doing nothing! I'm hanging out with you, dummy!" They insisted, pinching your cheek. "Is it not normal for me to hang out with my partner now?"

You sighed again, slumping against them. "You know what I mean. Why don't you go do what you like to do? You haven't been going out with... um... your group, lately. You should call... that one..."

"Ena?"

"Yeah, her. You should go shopping with her sometime."

"Sure! If you come." They grinned broadly at you, almost as if they were teasing you.

You didn't even have the energy to shake your head, letting out what was probably your forty-seventh sigh of the hour. "I don't feel like it."

"Then I don't feel like it either!" They declared, eyes blazing with the kind of fire you could only wish to have. If you had the energy to.

"Mizuki—"

"If you want to rot away from everyone else until the end, I'll rot with you, okay? I won't let you be alone again."

taglist ;; @shadestar413 , @shsl-supreme-simp

can we talk about how rui is the most girl's guy ever. he's so ride or die for nene that he wanted to leave wxs because tsukasa upset her. he's one of few who understands emu's language and he always tries to turn her outlandish ideas into reality. and with mizuki, where do i even begin. we all know how much they mean to each other. even smaller interactions in mixed events, like with shizuku, mafuyu, or an, tend to reveal a sweet and thoughtful side to him. rui kamishiro, everyone, the best guy friend any girl could ask for

Ahhh, student!Satoru, who's leaning into the palm of his hand, mouth concealed behind his pale hand, eyes stuck on you. And they've been stuck on you ever since he saw you first walk up the steps into Jujutsu Tech. Bright blue. Heart quivering. Fixed gaze.

He takes any excuse to be near you, even though he knows that you're annoyed by him — he's so cocky and full of himself. But don't you see that he's also just a lovesick boy? Look at the way he follows after you down the halls, long striding legs effortlessly meeting your quick pace.

You're just trying to get a cold soda from the vending machine after a long two hours of practicing martial arts with Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. And since Shoko promptly left with Suguru for a cigarette break, that left an overjoyed Satoru alone with you.

"Which flavor do you usually get?" he asks, grasping at any conversation starter he can think of. He just wants to talk to you, even if it's about something so dumb... even if it's while stood next to a vending machine.

"Uh, strawberry... it's my favorite."

He takes a mental note of that.

He's always trying to get your attention, even if he has to become a fool in order to earn a glance from you. Walking away, looking dumb, even his best friend shakes his head at him and tells him that he's way too downbad for a girl that doesn't even like him back.

But Satoru doesn't listen to anyone when they say that you don't like him back. He knows the chemistry is there, as awkward as it may be sometimes. He knows there's something connecting him and you, like an invisible thread.

He still brings you gifts on V-day. He still pesters you in class. He still shares one earbud with you on train rides. He still gets that accelerated heart beat when you so much as graze your hand over his while walking side-by-side.

So eagerly looking at your lips, Satoru pulls out lip balm and makes eye contact with you while applying it. He's always got chapped lips, he knows because someone made exactly 1 comment about it and now he's never forgotten to put a lip balm in his pocket.

"Whatchya starin' at my lips for? You wanna have a taste of strawberry?" he winks, puckering his kissable lips at you.

"Ough..." you cringe at him, "Satoru, it's no wonder you're single."

Okay, he has zero flirting skills. But he earns a smile out of you right then, so even if he's cringe, he's surely doing something right. Are the cogs turning in your head? Do you think he's cute? Do you want to kiss him should he lean into a kiss oh he's leaning into a kiss now aaand he nearly falls flat on his face, because you didn't notice that he was leaning in for a kiss and now he just has to play it off and look like a dumbass once again.

His feelings grow exponentially as the years pass.

You're always catching him staring and he doesn't even feel ashamed.

Though it's been on his mind all the time, it's not until after three years of knowing you that Satoru kisses you.

It happens one day during heavy rainfall. He runs to you with a grin, no umbrella, totally soaked, and like a bright-eyed bunny he bounces at your side.

He's unzipping his uniform jacket, hanging it over the two of you. The proximity has his heart thumping. Before he knows it, he's leaning down to kiss you, right there as the two of you are concealed from the world in your own little bubble — in reality, everyone knows that you two are liplocking under Satoru's jacket. Duh. His shoes click on the ground as he repositions himself, bending his knees and arching down to meet your lips, 'till his spine gets angry at him for falling for a short girl.

#IHATEMYBF

the #ihatemybf trend on the bllk boys!

pairing; isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, chigiri, rin, sae, shidou x reader

cw; all characters are 18+, crack, suggestive.

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The days that pass this slow are sweet.

Yuta x reader headcanons, young love

It's been a long time since he's felt like this, the way he does about you. Yuta Okkotsu is new to romance, stumbling through young love with all of the inexperience it entails. He tries though. He really does.

When Yuta first meets you, the air is sucked out of his lungs. His face is warm and he's stuttering because you're just so beautiful, and you're nice to him on top of that.

So when you gently call his name and he realizes he's been staring at you, and intensely at that, while you tried to return the pencil he dropped, he's a total mess. You know his name? Oh my gosh, you're the most beautiful, kind person he's ever met -

Aaand, he's a goner. From that day on he hovers around you, hanging off of every bit of attention you'll spare him. He feels a bit like duck waiting to be thrown breadcrumbs, but he's too infatuated to care.

He makes sure to eat lunch with you everyday, eyes locked on your expression through every word of conversation. He thinks he's sneaky, but everyone and their mother can tell how lovesick he is.

After long days of training, he's always right there by your side with a towel and a bottle of water to help you unwind. He points out where you did well, what areas he thinks you could improve on. And if you suggest private training together? Oh boy, his heart is racing.

He can never turn you down, no matter what it is you ask. You want to go to that arcade after classes? Sure! You text him to sit on the school rooftops and just talk? He's already up there, asking where you're at.

This extends to things you don't say too - he'll see you add something to your wish list on amazon and he's handing it to you in the next week with a bashful expression. If it makes you happy, the money is better spent. Most of the things occupying your room by this point were gifts from him.

Yuta is the most considerate person you know. That time you got sick during finals, he rushed right over with all of the remedies the internet told him to get, catching you up on any missed lectures or training. His face is warm when you rest your head on his shoulder in a sick haze. His friends may make fun of him but this, this is worth it.

He tries to confess to you, he really does, and Panda and Toge are starting to get sick of waiting. But the timing just never seems right - someone else is always trying to get your attention, something is always coming up right in the middle. He doesn't blame you; you're incredible, of course everyone's pulling you from every direction. He just wishes, hopes that he's as high on your list as you are on his.

When he sees some tall, attractive guy asking for your number from afar, he's sure this is it. He tries not to cry because it's silly to cry over something that was and wasn't at the same time, but his hands are clenching the stems of the flowers he bought you, the gift bag dropped to the floor. You catch sight of him and he immediately rounds a corner. He wants you to be happy, after all. Even if that's not with him.

You follow him to where he's sat on the ground against some lockers, sitting right next to him like you always do. He smiles, and you know him well enough to know that he's biting back sadness.

"I saw that guy asking you out. Congrats! He's really cool from what I've heard, popular, smart, the works. You guys will look good together." He tries to fake excitement, but again, you know him better. This is the same boy who's been glued to you for months, he can't fool you.

And you really don't mean to humiliate him, but it makes you laugh a little, shoulders shaking and a hand over your mouth. He looks at you confused, asking, "What? What's so funny?"

You sigh in content, turning to face him. He really is so adorable. His face always gives away how he feels before he says it.

"I said no."

"...what?" Eyes wide, but heart hopeful. "Really? But he's everything! He's attractive, he's -"

"I said no because I like you, Yuta." You take the gift bag that he was hiding (poorly at that, just stuffed behind his back against the locker) with all of your favorite snacks, rifle through it and find a charm bracelet. You put it on. "Where are the flowers? I know you got some."

He feels his heart pounding like never before now, face stricken with disbelief. Slowly, timidly, he hands you the flowers he had been holding out of sight.

You take them, closing your eyes for an appreciative whiff. Hydrangeas, your favorite.

It's all he can do to meet your eyes with his right now, cheeks flushed beyond belief. "...Really?"

You laugh again and he smiles as he turns his gaze to the floor, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Yes, you dummy. For awhile now. I've just been waiting to see if you had the balls to confess yourself. Didn't mean for that guy to get in the way."

He smiles with a happiness you haven't seen before, eyes lighting up like you've just given him the world. Yeah, you think, It's always gonna be you, Yuta.

Yuta's silent for a moment. He mutters just loud enough for you to hear, "Can I kiss you?"

And you nod, that smile playing at your face that he yearns for everyday. You lean in and he closes the gap, lips tingling and warm and body brimming with electricity.

Days like this move so slow, basked in the yellows and oranges of sunsets. This has to be the slowest time has ever felt for you two, and neither of you want it to end.

You both pull back after a bit, eyes locked and a bit breathless. You reach for his hand and his fingers interlace with yours naturally.

Yeah, slow days like this are the sweetest.

If your still doing requests would it be ok for Chigiri x Ego Sister or Just Chigiri x Fem Reader in general?! I adore him as a character all together and I just need more Chigiri Hyoma content!! Like why does no one write for this man for real?

chigiri is 100% one of the more underrated characters in blue lock! i was so sad when i saw there wasn't a lot of stuff for him when i started watching blue lock ;v; thank you for requesting <3333

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you watched your boyfriend of six months sit in his room, staring at nothing.

his once, lovely, reddish-pink hair was tangled and ruffled, not having been washed for a while, and his skin looked paler than it was when you last saw him a week ago.

you had gotten a call from his mother, asking you with a teary voice if you could come and visit him after school to at least get him to shower and eat something. anything to take care of himself and make him a little more vibrant than he was now.

looking at hyoma now, you weren't sure if you could do it.

you didn't know how much your support would mean to him, if it meant anything at all. the two of you really haven't been dating for long when the accident happened, and hyoma gave hints that he didn't really value the relationship very much because the two of you were only in middle school. there was no reason for him to be so attached and devoted to a relationship that might not even last a full year.

you understood, but it didn't mean that it hurt any less. in fact, knowing that he didn't value your relationship as much as you did hurt a lot more than it would be if you didn't know.

but even with the hurt, you couldn't leave him alone. not when he was so broken and in need of help, but so stubborn to reject all the help that would come to him and go.

"hyoma, it's been a while..."

you stand at the doorway to his room, not quite in the room, but close enough. you didn't want to intrude on him.

"oh... it's you."

god, his voice was so weak compared to how he talked to you a month ago. he was so passionate, full of energy, and strong-minded back then, but now he was a mere shell of himself. he sounded empty, like an old car running on fumes.

"you... haven't been to school lately, so i wanted to check up on you. i brought some food and-"

his response was instant. he didn't even spare you a glance, but his expression turned sour just at the mention of you wanting to check up on him.

"i don't want it. leave."

"but hyoma-."

he finally looked at you.

"you don't understand anything! get out!"

his eyes were so dark. they were dimmed to the point you thought his eyes had turned black or brown, but you realize it was because he had lost a valuable dream to him. a goal he wanted to fulfill for the longest time. the eyebags and swollen eyes told you enough, but you couldn't find it in yourself to leave.

"hyoma..."

you couldn't find the words to say to him.

he looked so disgusted with you, what were you supposed to say? how were you supposed to react?

"get out... i don't want to see you anymore."

perhaps it was his emotions doing all the talking, but you hoped with every beat of your heart that he didn't mean it. that he wasn't thinking straight with how much pain and sleepless nights he went through alone. you didn't want to leave him alone like that. you couldn't. even if he found your relationship to be nothing but a joke and a fond memory to look back on in the future, you didn't want things to end on a bad note.

so, you approached him.

stepping into his room, over the piles of clothes he left on the floor, the picture frames and ripped posters of soccer players, and whatever else until you reached him. sitting on his bed looking so broken, yet so pretty still.

you found him beautiful and angelic, even if he looked like a mess.

"hyoma... how are you so pretty even when you're sad?"

your question startles him, and he snaps his head to look at you, yell at you and demand that you're wrong. he has nothing special about him anymore until he sees you. he doesn't just look. he sees you.

your eyes looked so tired, so heavy, like you were carrying a burden like he has been for the past month. but your lips, the same ones that pressed delicate and sweet kisses on his hand for good luck before his games, were pressed into a fine line. they were shaking, like you were trying not to cry.

he couldn't remember your lips pressing on his hands before the game that ruined his leg.

he couldn't remember seeing you there in the audience, but he knew you were there to hold his hand at the hospital. you had let him cry on your shoulder and get snot all over your blouse because of him, but you never said a word about it.

now, you're calling him pretty after all the mean and ugly things he said to you.

this entire time, he thought there was something special about him, and you were about as ordinary as anyone could be, but hyoma realized it now.

how you were too kind for him. too patient with him. beautiful in all the right ways, and plain in all the best ways. and this entire time, he's been pushing you away for what? his pride? his selfish wants? what was it that kept him from giving all the love in the world, because when he sees it now, you've done everything to deserve it.

you didn't deserve him because you were too good for a selfish, broken boy like him, but you were still here.

"i'm not pretty..."

you hear him say.

you want to deny it instantly.

"that's not true... you are pretty, hyoma. you just can't see it right now."

just like how he couldn't see all the soft smiles and vibrant love you've given him the past six months and didn't bat an eye to it.

"... really?"

"yeah... i wouldn't lie to you, hyoma."

you're right. you never lied to him about anything before. if you thought he could do better on a school assignment, you'd say he'll need to study harder. if you saw he wasn't taking care of himself and practicing too much, you'd scold him for it. you were kind, but you weren't a pushover.

hyoma can't remember if he listened to you, but he had a feeling his leg was ruined because he didn't listen.

"right... sorry."

you take the liberty to sit on his dirty bedroom floor, wanting him to meet your eyes without looking up at you like you were standing over him. he didn't want you to sit on the floor. no, sitting next to him was much more suitable for you, even if he was stinky and pale from not taking care of himself for a whole week and a half.

"wait, no... sit here..."

he gently takes your arm and pats the space next to him with his other hand, like the space between the two of you was too big for him to bear.

you listen without complaint. hyoma wishes he could be a good listener like you. he could feel your warmth from the close proximity, with your arms touching and thighs touching. he felt safe with you, relaxed with you. the world was starting to look a little brighter when he was with you, and hyoma wondered if he was so blinded by everything else that he didn't realize you were the one who made it so colorful for him.

"hyoma, do you remember our conversation two months ago? the one about kissing?"

he could barely remember, but the boy recalls that he teased you heartlessly for thinking he'll let you be his first.

"mm, yeah."

you give him a small smile at his response.

"i'm not mad at you. i know you think this relationship isn't going to last a long time but-"

"no."

"huh?"

he shakes his head, as if he wanted to emphasize what he said.

"no..."

he didn't want you to leave him so soon.

hyoma doesn't think the pain of losing you forever to some random guy would come close to the pain he felt in his leg. what would become of his vibrant and color-filled life without you?

"... hyoma, what do you mean by no?"

you ask, inching your hand closer until it touched his, and hyoma instantly grabbed your hand like you were going to run away from him that very moment.

"i don't want you to leave..."

you couldn't tell if he didn't want you to leave him alone physically or break up with him, but it didn't feel like it mattered too much what the difference was.

"hyoma, i'm not leaving you... not now. not when you're so sad."

the pink-haired boy rests his head on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as the sleepless nights start to cave in on him. he feels like steel weights have been chained his to entire body, and you were the key to getting them off. was a middle schooler supposed to feel this way about his girlfriend he had for six months? hyoma doesn't think so, but you weren't some ordinary girlfriend.

no, you were so much more than that, and now that he sees it, he couldn't unsee it.

you didn't deserve to have your efforts and love be unseen.

"... y/n, if you leave... i don't think i can live the same anymore..."

you put your head on his, comforting him as you have done since the accident.

"well, good thing i'm not thinking about leaving anytime soon."

yes, it was.

because you were hyoma's rainbow even on the rainiest of days.

A crush

cw: implied tsalking, fluff, implied lime, a bit if perv armin but not rlly tho

a/n: I remember writing this at the same time as "jjk guys a and what gets them going" took so long to post this so embarassing 💀, decided to keep this family friendly, I needto build up tension and motivation for a smut shot... How are we thinking abt msby jackals + schweiden adlers?? 😋

And I keep on forgetting my aesthetic, like my blog is so messy help 😭

It all started with not so discrete looks. Every Monday and Thurday evenings, you would be seated at the same table, studying. No Armin didn't memorize your schedule, he's just observant.

Is what he said to defend himself against Connie's and Jean's call outs, Eren also struggling to believe his best friend.

"N-No I'm not stalking her– I barely even know what classes she has, or– not even what her f-favourite colours are!"

He'd raise his hands to his sides, trying to make a point, but follow up the statement with a precise assumption based on the colour scheme of the clothes and accessories you wore.

He'd preach about just finding you good looking (gorgeous), but not how he always finds the books you struggle to, and when you leave to go to the bathroom, sets them on your table.

He definitely stays shut about the times he'd noticed you were sick, and when you stood up to go throw your used tissues, slip some medicine in your purse. Somehow, he always knew what you were sick from, don't ask, he doesn't know either.

Yet.. oddly enough, you never thought much of it. You brushed it off as happy coincidences, either way– this was your favourite library, and–

Somebody was rummaging through your purse. He turned around.

...

The cute blondie, you've been sharing glances with for a while now, was rummaging through your purse. Armin, was rummaging through your purse.

You soon learned the name of said guy, Armin Arlert. Though, not after his failed fleeing attempt, Bertholdt conveniently blocking the one way out. He contemplated making a run for one of the emergency exits, but he didn't get the chance to, 'cause you were on him.

It left Armin no choice but to face the consequences of his actions.

Luckily, those consequences were exchanging numbers, and deciding to actually talk to eachother during your study sessions, which, set off a couple red flags in his mind—of how your immediate reaction to finding someone snooping in your stuff was to give them your number—but he, by no means, turns you down.

He let you have your way, and your way, is him on your bed, hickeys branding him from jaw to collarbone, face a hot red. Litterally, it looks like a fever. Your way, was kissing him goodbye, as you texted your best friend all about him. Armin, your boyfriend.

—Armin, they guy you've been stalking since the begining if the year?

And to that, you can only smile and reminisce of all your hard effort, dressing to his favourite colours, stalking his freinds—hell, even going as far as to note the days he'd staudy at the library! It brings a smile to your face, your hand rummaging under your bed to find your notebook.

Blowing some dust off the cover, you open it up and grab a pen off your bedside table, doodling a heart on a page.

The page full of photos of Armin.