"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ" -𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔-𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙺𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚢- He couldn't have been more wrong as the man whose face he couldn't see would respond to him in perfect Japanese. This is a Gun x male reader story, The story revolves aroud a 17 years old boy; you. He lived a peaceful life in Japan, was popular, athletic and had may friends. He rarely got into fights in the past, but things are about to change as he suddenly has to move to Korea. After some rough experiences with the upper class of Korea, the loss of a friend and the language barrier, y/n's attitude changes drastically. He will meet a lot of very different interesting individuals as he gets enrolled in Jae won Highschool after getting expelled from a private school for beating up a classmate. This marks the start of a very violent path that you, my beloved reader, will get dragged along by other people. How did this happen? When did things start go wrong? Well, it all started when you unknowingly messed with a very strong and important person....

Being Nagi's twin brother was not what you thought You died because of a small negligence and you received the gift of God and came to the world of blue lock Your talents shined and caught the eye of a crazy man A goalkeeper? A defender? A midfielder? An attacker? You were all of these But you were also a doll, known as the doll of the gods

⌈ LOOKISM!various × 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!reader⌉ ⤷ ❝ If I had a dollar for every stupid thing I've dealt with, I wouldn't be working this damn night shift.❞ ━━━ IN WHICH, a boy finds himself stuck working the graveyard shift in Seoul's most bizarre convenience store. He's tired, sarcastic, and couldn't care less about his customers-or so he thought. Between late-night visits from dangerous strangers and unexpected encounters, M/N's mundane life takes a turn for the chaotic. WARNINGS || ━━ includes explicit content, alcohol, mature themes, dark humor, and chaotic encounters. Proceed with caution. [Re-writing atm!!]

Nagumo [Name] never expected her brother to ship her off to Tokyo, and she's not happy about it. The detour throws a wrench in her plans to train as an assassin and join the JCC. But Tokyo isn't as dull as she thought-because behind its crowded streets are people far more dangerous and fascinating than they first appear. "I swear, you can take control Control of how my heart bleeds" ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. - " Bleed " by Malcolm Todd and Omar Apollo ----- I do not own anything of Tokyo Revengers!! Or Sakamoto Days!! all credits go to the amazing Ken Wakui and Yuto Suzuki <3

feitan!reader x bllk chatfic "Wait, so you're actually a criminal?" "Yes." "...That's hot." A Phantom Troupe member in a chat with Japan's next top strikers-they score goals, she commits felonies; what could go wrong?

Y/n is an exceptional talent that most pros only know of thanks to his "impossible" plays. This caught the attention of the man no mastermind of a project known as Blue Lock. Y/n is under the care of the family of the Japan U-20 teams' Captain Oliver Aiku and his parents. This story is inspired by Blue Lock's deity from @Big-Guy-Z and what if isagi never lost his ego from @tfasids on YouTube. It's also inspired by some other blue lock stories on here. Blue Lock belongs to the respective writer/author Muneyuki Kaneshiro and illustrator Yusuke Nomura. Blue lock is published by Kondansha. Blue Lock episode nagi belongs to the respective writer/author Muneyuki Kaneshiro and illustrated by Kōta Sannomiya. Blue lock episode nagi is published by PIKA. Blue lock characters and concepts are owned by their respective creators and publishers. Any colored panels/panels shown are not made by me unless specified. I might be also using panels from episode nagi.

Male!reader x Blue Lock Ego decides to invite some of the players in Real Madrid to the Neo Egoist League. Chaos ensues as the Blue Lockers meet Itoshi Sae with his stupidly pretty partner, Satori [Name]. Aka, you are the ace striker of Real Madrid and also Itoshi Sae's partner in crime when it comes to soccer. Watch as how different types of egoists try and fail to devour you, in more ways than one. CREDITS TO @okiyansan FOR THE LOVELY COVER

❝ HELLO EVERYNYAN! ❞ ❝ OH MY GAH ?! ❞ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. ❝ i've come to make an announcement isagi is a bit-. ❞ ❝ what do you have against me? ❞ ❝ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❞ ⋆ ── 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 into a group chat full of soccer players you end up with new friends and crushes. 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍 ! ⋆ ──── © 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 © 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚

'The fuck.?' was the question constructed by two words that kept replaying in the rockstar's mind. He'd only gotten this phone number for what was like three days to him since he'd arrived in Japan, how the hell did whoever this is get his number..? Were they a stalker fan of his or what? Should he freak out now. .-? All he could do right now was just stare blankly at his phone in confusion, staring at the screen as a flurry of notifications flooded when he'd slid his pointer finger down on it. Or, in which [Name] [L/n] found himself in an interesting situation after getting the notification that he'd gotten added to a group chat full of people he was pretty sure he didn't know. It surely couldn't be his band mates either because one, these guys talked almost too calmly unlike what he's used to with his band mates and two, they were speaking in Japanese. This is a chatfic and full on fanfic i think? ═════════•°•⚠️•°•═════════ Tw:Mature language, mentions of substances+sex+homophobia, death threats, suicide and over all dark humor. Maturity:Readers advised to be 14 and up (No you're not quirky in case you're gonna comment oH iM aCtuAlLy 13 rEadIng tHis iM sO nOT lIkE oTheR pPl)

{A Xiao x Twisted Wonderland crossover} {Will contain dark themes, gore/body horror in italicized paragraphs unless explicitly said otherwise} {Will make most if not all the gore/body horror able to be skipped without it affecting the story too much, the gore/body horror will be in Xiao's past memories} {Can be read as x reader, I don't mind it} He knows he's dead, yet why is he still able to feel the ache in his lungs when he breathes? Why is he able to feel wood beneath his fingertips when he touches the surrounding walls?