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heavenlyakin · 10 months

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Bluelock Tinder Hookup Series: Rin Itoshi

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Warnings: a little ooc for Sae I think, fem reader, use of “brat,” “slut,” and “princess,” spitting, fingering, orgasm denial, and kitchen sex.

Description: Hookup #1 in my latest series. College AU Tinder Hookup Series: starring Rin Itoshi. This is a nontraditional hookup and I hope you enjoy the story! This one is light and silly at first but of course, you get some steamy scenes. Also, if someone guesses what drink Rin makes, I’ll write you something!

The man who sits across from you is not who’s picture you’d been looking at for the last few days. His red hair is definitely not the dark green you’d been expecting, and his features, except his strikingly familiar eyes, are all wrong.

“You’re not Rin,” you say softly, leaning forward on the table with your elbows.

“Correct. I’m Sae,” his tone is colder than you expected. “Why’d you want to match with my brother?”

You laugh, put off by the abruptness of his question. “Why is it any of your business? Where is he? How’d you know I was meeting him here?”

“Oh, I run his Tinder. He wouldn’t be caught dead in that cesspool. I just like to fuck with people.” He admits, leaning forward. “You’re really pretty, though. So I’ll entertain you.”

“You’re fucking weird,” you move away, sitting back in your seat and grabbing your purse from the ground. “But, do feel free to give your brother my regards.”

Sae laughs, a smile plastered on his once bored expression. “Your loss,” he calls back as you walk away.

Everything about that has triggered something in you. So much so that you delete the Tinder app from your phone. Your walk home is fine, but you find yourself looking behind you to make sure that creep isn’t following you home. He didn’t give you stalker vibes, but who the hell uses their brother to match with girls on Tinder? Especially when they’re that attractive on their own. It’s fucking twisted.

When you check the time on your phone, you’re not spatially aware of your surroundings and run into someone at the end of a crosswalk.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid, I didn’t even see you in front of me and-” You look up and notice that it’s none other than the man you originally matched with on Tinder; Rin.

“Watch where you’re going and this won’t happen.” He scoffs, wiping off his shirt. “Wait, are you —-.”

“Yeah, why?” You look up at him towering over you.

“You ghosted me today.” He frowns, looking unimpressed with your response.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the girl from Tinder right.” He asks, quieter and looking around to see if anyone is listening to the both of you.

“Yeah, actually I am. But I’m confused, your brother-”

“What about my brother?” Anger flares in his voice.

“He met me where we were supposed to meet and I guess tried to flirt with me in some creepy way, and claimed he ran your Tinder account.”

“What?” He looks shocked.

“You two need to sort that out. I’m not playing games with either of you.” You start to walk away but Rin grabs your arm.

“Can you please explain what happened?” He asks, and you nod.

“Walk with me, we can get a drink at my place. I’ll tell you everything.” You begin walking towards your off-campus apartment and explain in detail what happened. It clearly wasn’t a lot but you can recall every word since it was just a few minutes ago.

“We didn’t agree to meet at the student union though,” he frowns.

“You changed it last minute, remember?” You say and he shakes his head no. “Check our messages. I got so mad at your stupid brother that I deleted the app. You’ll see that ten minutes before our date you messaged me to meet at the student union instead.”

He pulls out his phone as you open the door to the lobby of your apartments. He notices and grabs the door above your head. “After you,” he says.

You smile and lead him inside and to the elevator. “Well, did you see it?”

He’s frowning at his phone as you press the button to your floor. “Yeah, but I didn't send this. That fucker must really have my login information.”

“Yeah, you should change your password.” You comment, not really sure what to say.

“No wonder I keep getting ghosted.” He sighs, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m going to kill him.”

“You should. It’ll do society a favor.” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.

He smiles, barely, but it’s there. “Yeah,” he agrees and looks up at the numbers changing above the elevator door.

The elevator finally stops and you lead him to your apartment, opening the door and walking in before him. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you smile and let him walk in passed you so you can shut the door.

“It’s nice. Reminds me of my place.” He tells you and stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room.

“You can sit, make yourself comfortable.” You walk into the kitchen, grabbing some Moscato from your fridge and then you realize you don’t know what he drinks. “Do you like wine? I don’t have beer. Um, I have some vodka and tequila too…” you look through your liquor cabinet. “Oh, I have this gin too.”

“Do you have lime juice and simple syrup?” He asks, walking over to your breakfast bar across from the cabinets.

“I think so,” you look further in the fridge and find the simple syrup and a few limes. “I do! Thank god my old roommate was a bartender and left me all this.”

“Oh, do you live alone now?” Rin asks as he starts to mix himself a drink.

“As of a few days ago, yeah. She moved back home.” You take another sip of your wine, enjoying the sweet peachy flavor.

“Ah,” he pours the drink into the glass you hand him after he’s done shaking the drink. He tasted it and buns softly, it must be good.

“Can I have a taste?” You ask, curious about the drink. “Pretty please,” you bat your eyelashes for effect.

He grins, shaking his head no. “It’s mine. No.”

You walk around the breakfast bar, taking the glass from his hand quickly. “It’s my glass. My liquor.”

He’s faster taking it back, then holding it up so you can’t reach it. “Brats don’t get what they want.” He challenges and your body heats up.

Oh.

“I just want a little taste,” you beg, pouting your bottom lip out.

He takes another sip, his hand caressing your cheeks. As he swallows his thumb grazes across your lip, tugging it down to open your mouth. You oblige, parting your lips and letting him have his way. He takes another sip.

In a blink of an eye his hand is squeezing your mouth open wider and he spits the drink into your mouth. Your eyes widen and you clench your fists, your body heating up more than before as you slowly swallow the slightly sweet and sour drink. He went heavy on the lime, you realize as it slides down your throat.

“Good girl, swallowed without me even asking,” he pats your cheek with his fingers and you step closer to him.

“I-” before you can finish your thought, Rin’s lips are on yours. The taste of his drink floods your mouth with his tongue. You reach for his shirt, grabbing the soft fabric and pulling yourself closer to him so your body is flush with his.

His hands settle on your hips, pulling you against him, his cock hard under his pants and pressing against you. A moan slips past your lips against Rin’s.

“Moaning already?” He pulls away, his right hand moving from your hip to your cheek, his thumb teasing your bottom lip again. “I’ve barely touched you, slut.”

Something about the way the degradation slips past his pretty lips so effortlessly turns you on more. “Can’t help it,” you shrug looking up at him.

“I bet you’re soaking wet under those shorts.” He whispers next to your ear, his thumb pressing into your mouth. You close your lips around it and suck lightly. “Should I find out?”

“Mmhm,” you hum around his thumb desperate for him to touch you.

His left-hand moves from your hip, tugging your linen shorts open just enough so he can slip his hand in. You feel his fingertips tease the outline of your panties. You want to beg him to hurry up, but you also enjoy the teasing look in his beautiful teal eyes. He wants to drag this out, you realize. He finally presses his fingers against your clit through the thin fabric, and you whimper.

“I was right,” he smirks, his fingers tracing slow circles as your thighs quiver slightly. “Soaking wet through your flimsy underwear.”

You pop his thumb out of your mouth, grinning before speaking. “Didn’t expect a soccer player to be so good with his fingers,” his smirk turns to an intense frown. “Aw didn’t like that?”

“I prefer you with your mouth full.” He tells you, pushing you back against the breakfast bar. His fingers slip into your underwear.

“Fuck,” you whimper as his thumb teases your clit and his fingers start to enter you.

“I like that sound as well,” he tells you, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees in front of you, pulling your shorts and panties down around your knees as he goes. You gasp and your fingers go right to his hair as he leans forward and his tongue swipes across your cunt.

“Rin,” you gasp as he slips a finger in you as he sucks on your clit. His hair tangles in your fingers and you grip the breakfast bar with your free hand to steady yourself. He hums against you sending shivers down your legs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ you moan, pulling his hair.

His fingers pump into you faster while he continues lapping at you like you’re a meal he intends to devour. You throw your head back, letting yourself feel and enjoy every single sensation Rin blesses you with. It’s overwhelming and takes all your strength to stay standing still for him. His grip on your right thigh with his hand is intense, and probably going to leave a bruise.

Just as you start to feel the familiar build of tension in your lower stomach and your body starts to shake, he pulls away abruptly.

“Rin, what the fuck,” you gasp, catching your breath and staring down at him.

He smiles, actually smiles at you. “Impatieny slut,” the words sound beautiful coming from that cruel mouth.

Your body just wants more, more of him and his cruelty. He stands up, pulling you close and kissing you. The taste of yourself on his lips is erotic. You pull him closer with his belt loops, leaving just enough room for your hands to undo his belt and pants, unzipping the zipper next.

“Want to go to my bedroom?” You ask as you slowly take his cock in your hand, stoking it once and then twice.

“Who needs the bedroom? I could take you right here on this counter.” He tells you, his voice serious and rough. “Or do you need some pillows, princess? Can’t take the hard counters?”

“I can take you, and that’s all that matters, right?” You squeeze his cock a bit tighter and he inhales sharply. “I’m desperate for you,” you put on the sexiest voice you can muster, almost making yourself laugh.

“Oh shut up,” he mutters, closing his eyes as you continue jerking him off. “Turn around.”

You let go of him, turning around as he ordered and bracing the breakfast bar with your hands and arms. You feel his hands on your ass before you hear the sound of his pants hitting the ground around his ankles. He cock grazes your ass and you wiggle it at him.

“Stay still,” he grips you tightly and you feel the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

“Oh god,” you whimper as he thrusts inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. He makes you feel so full, you’re unable to think of anything but him and his cock inside of you. He moans quietly, barely audible, but you catch it.

He begins to thrust in and out of you, gripping your hips to keep you still as he fucks you. It’s intense, like him. Everything you imagined this moment might be like is completely shattered and blown away by the actuality of it all.

“Harder,” you ask, breathless against the countertop and looking back at him as best as you can.

He laughs, “You need more, princess? Fucking dirty slut.”

Before today, you’ve never had someone bounce so effortlessly between sweet to cruel names for you and it’s doing something to your body. You don’t think you’ve ever been this aroused or needy for someone in your life. You feel that familiar tension building again, coming back from where Rin denied it earlier. Your body heats up and you try your best to keep from cumming now.

“Go ahead and cum, princess.” Rin leans down, his body pressing against yours and pushing him deeper into you. “I can always make you cum again. Don’t hold back on me.” He whispers against your ear.

That’s all it takes.

You clench around his cock, cumming and moaning a slur of his name and curses. Your body goes limp against the counter. He continues to fuck into you, supporting you with his hands.

“You feel incredible,” he mumbles, and you imagine he has his head tossed back and is enjoying every second of being inside of you. From what you can see behind you, you’re correct.

He stops suddenly, and you push up with your arms and look behind you fully. “What, is something wrong?”

He pulls out of you and without saying a word spins you around.

“Jump up here,” he pats the top of the breakfast bar.

You oblige, gripping the edge of the bar with your hands and jumping up. He pushes back inside of you and you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips are on yours before you can think to kiss him first and he begins to fuck into you harder than before.

You can’t focus on his lips or tongue, only on holding onto him and moaning against his lips. This position feels much more intimate and overwhelming with pleasure. Your nails dig into his skin, his shoulders feel so strong under your fingers that you’re sure this isn’t even noticeable to him. It makes you curious.

You drag your nails down his back and he groans against your mouth. “Do that again.”

So you do, and you feel him twitch inside of you. His thrusts become sloppier and faster if that’s even possible. His stamina is unreal, and it makes you want to thank whoever the fuck his coach is for the conditioning he must have put Rin through to build this up.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he groans as he cums, thrusting into you a few more times before stilling inside of you.

He leans his forehead against yours, and it's sweaty, and his hair sticks to your forehead and his. “I need another drink before we go again.”

“Again?” You laugh, praying your pussy will make it through the day.

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makies · 1 year

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I can imagine Ness being a big pervert, hiding his dirty thoughts behind his innocent smiles

Content/Tw :: Perv!Ness, Masturbation, Stalking, Possessive

[Bllk List]

Perv!Ness who would call you at night cus he felt the need to touch himself.

"Ness...? it's three in the morning, did anything happen?" You asked, rubbing your eyes.

"A-ah [Y/n], ngh–"

"Ness?" You called out again, the thought of you moaning his name just get him so turned on — he swallowed a lump of saliva pooling his mouth before replying back.

"I-I'm sorry for calling you shit– this late [Y/n]. My hands' bleedin' broke a cup..." He lied, now he really should break a cup and bruise his pretty little hands.

"So that's why you sounded weird.."

Perv!Ness who gives you a teddy bear with a camera and you won't suspect anything since he's an innocent baby <3.

"So innocent, so pure, so dumb, all mine." Ness grinned, his face plushed red as he watch you sleep beside the teddy bear he gave, ignoring the bulge on his pants. Licking his lips and pressing a kiss on the monitor.

"Only mine."

Perv!Ness who can't calm down when kaiser invited you to join them to go out with the team.

"[Y/n]~ pretty as always !" Kaiser greeted, giving you a hug, a hand sneakily moving down your ass. His hand didn't even have a chance to touch it when Ness interrupts, giving him a closed eye smile.

"Shall we go now?"

Kaiser just chuckled, moving away from you.

"I didn't know you had a dog in heat with you, [Y/n]."

Perv!Ness who sneakily steals a glance at your panties whenever you two are at the stairs.

Wearing a short skirt without knowing that the elevator broke in Ness' apartment and his room is on the fifth floor.

"You seem uncomfortable with your skirt, do you want to go first so that I can cover your back?" He offered — and of course, he looked like an angel in your eyes — a gentleman. Without you reading his dirty thoughts about you, he really does look like a gentleman.

"Thank you Ness! I do feel uncomfortable." Ah, that's so cute of you. Another innocent remark.

You walked in comfortably, knowing he's behind you. the first step you took already made his pants tight. He can only say one thing and it's that your underwear is not doing a great job covering your pussy.

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mikareo · 7 months

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⌗ ROMANTICISM ₊ ˖ ་. rin itoshi x fem reader (4k)

⊹ ⠀⠀ there are so many words he wishes he could take back, and he realizes now that he loves you. he loves your colorful laugh, beauty, and passion - all he needs now, is to tell you...and say those three little words. (part two of rationalism - must must read first!!!)

contains; colorblind!rin, painter!reader, rin’s mom is reader’s art mentor, rin hates art, strangers to friends to lovers, swearing, immense fluff, , kissing, extremely inaccurate depictions of colorblindness, happy ending!!! author's note; this was originally supposed to end with reader getting into a car accident and d-wording the day of her art gallery...but i changed my mind :D

He misses you. He can’t help it, but he does.

The memories he has with you are a cassette tape on autoplay - constantly running through his mind on repeat, and always ending with the awful confrontation that you’d left each other with. Rin wishes he hadn’t raised his voice. He wishes that he would’ve been honest with you from the very beginning, but he hadn’t, and there’s no changing the past. All he has now are two empty hands that would much rather be interlaced with your paint-covered fingers.

“How much longer do you think you’re going to be moping?” Sae’s call is distant from the turning gears within Rin’s brain. He’s sure that his brother has grown tired of his constant state of melancholy - having been forced to be his support system after you walked out the door - and Rin feels awful about it. If he could, he’d rip his heart from his chest and allow you to step on it. To stomp and tear through the organs just as you’d done to those poor bystanding cherry blossoms on the sidewalk.

“As long as she’s still upset with me.” He groans as his forehead hits the marble of the island counter. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Yeah, well we already knew that.” The dim-eyed boy beside him scoffs while taking yet another drink of his apple juice - which he has unfortunately had to drink for the past hour and a half since Rin had somehow consumed his small supply of alcohol within the past few weeks that the two of you hadn’t been speaking. “I was really rooting for you, man. I thought she was the one to break your cycle.”

“Cycle?”

What the hell does he mean by ‘cycle’?

“Oh, you know,” Sae continues without even taking a breath, “The cycle of life you’ve got going on with your inability to actually attract girls.”

Rin hates him.

“You’re an asshole.” He grumbles, taking his own swig of the pint of orange juice he found in the back of his fridge. Is it expired? Likely yes. Does Rin care, at all? Definitely not. Is he even more pissed off that he doesn’t understand the irony of why it’s called orange juice? He doesn’t want to answer that question. “An unhelpful asshole who should definitely stay over and cook dinner for me since he wants to make up for being said ‘unhelpful asshole’.”

Sae scoffs, shaking his head whilst the thin, soft strands of his hair flit back and forth. His right eyebrow raises in a mocking expression, “You need to get yourself back out there, man. You’ll be old and grey if you keep waiting for the perfect girl to come knocking on your door, so just talk to her. Just fucking talk to her and put me out of my misery.”

“Are you trying to make this about you, right now?” Rin stares at his best friend in utter disbelief, but he’s not truly upset. He knows that Sae holds good wishes for him in all manners of life - this being no exception - and takes his words to heart. He’s right. Of course, he’s going to lose you if he doesn’t even try to get you back. “The sun must be falling out of the sky because I’m actually considering following your advice.”

“That’s a pretty picture to imagine,” his older brother chuckles, causing Rin to roll his eyes. What’s the sensation that everyone has with mentioning imagery every five seconds? “Just talk to her, man.” Sae continues, “Please, I’m all out of advice.”

Rin takes his brother’s pleas to heart. It is quite ridiculous that he’s spending his time depressed and lonesome when he could be reconciling with you. Perhaps it’s his fragile masculinity acting out and refusing to take blame for the situation, although he’s fully aware it’s completely his fault that you’re upset with him.

It’s difficult for the gears to begin turning in Rin’s head. They’re covered in brittle rust that’s been creeping deep into the crevices of his mind for his entire life - slithering down his spine towards his blackened heart that you had only just begun to breathe life into. He misses the feeling of spring that came when you called. The freshwater rain of your laughter and budding blossoms of your smile that washed away his loneliness and replaced the awful emotion with an overgrown garden of bliss. He still doesn’t understand how he managed to mow that garden down with one sentence. He might as well have taken a chainsaw and brutally hacked into every connection that he’d managed to make with you in your time of knowing each other.

Now he’s going to be on his knees begging for forgiveness with his hands stained by the minced grass. Does grass stain green or yellow? Hopefully not brown, dear lord. He’ll be buried deep into apologies that should definitely be rehearsed, but he knows he’s not an artist with words and he won’t bother to waste your time with crumpled-up ‘I’m sorry’ notes and improvised tears.

You deserve nothing but the best - so much more than he’s been giving you and he needs you to hear those words come straight from his mouth.

When did you begin to mean so much to him? Rin doesn’t even know.

It could’ve been when you showed up to his game unannounced, with first row seats and a booming cheer that he never knew he desired. ‘C’mon number ten! I know you can do better than that! Beat their asses, Rin!’ He nearly tripped at the sound of your voice, and falling on his face was the last thing he wanted to do in front of Isagi - but to be completely honest, he doesn’t remember much of his qualms with his rival from that day. Rin was solely focused on playing well for you. The world stopped and he was given all the time needed to impress you. You give him a reason to be better, a selfless reason to do good.

Perhaps it was when you’d shown him around your homey apartment, with maple art easels and splattered canvases lining the walls, and watched with glee as he made his best attempt at a finger painting (which may or may not have ended up looking like two worms kissing). ‘It’s abstract’, you’d say every time he found something new that was wrong with the art piece, ‘All it needs is a home. See?’ You hung his shitty little sketchbook paper on your living room wall, right next to your TV for the whole world to see. The way you stood there staring in awe still rattles his brain. You’ve always been able to find beauty in even the smallest things.

Or maybe his heart had begun to beat a little faster that Saturday night on the way out of the theater. The romance of the film the two of you just witnessed was still on Rin’s mind, provoking his alcohol-induced body to make a pathetic attempt at holding your hand - which resulted in him accidentally knocking you over into a street puddle that swallowed the heel of your shoe. ‘I needed to take a shower anyway, Rin, it’s fine!’ Your smile continued to be bright despite the low temperature and sprinkling rain, and he can recall wondering how you managed to stay so positive in such a dreary situation. As you discarded your soggy heels into a nearby trashcan and skipped barefoot on the pavement, you called, ‘Come on! Dance with me!’ The shared laughter between the two of you echoed through the seemingly empty streets that surrounded you - hands connected as you swung in circles around each other and fell over one too many times, until he carried your sleeping body home. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever been able to make him laugh as hard.

The way the corners of your eyes crinkle amidst fits of giggles is his favorite image to replay. He doesn’t need to know the color to be able to see how beautiful they are - to appreciate the blinding sparkle that overwhelms your irises when he accidentally trips over the uneven sidewalk or knocks over your painting station - or even when he unintentionally makes a sexual innuendo that you just so happen to pick up on. ‘That’s a love hotel, Rin! Why would I have stayed there before?’ It was almost as if you were conducting a symphony of glorious laughter that night. The violins played the tune of your voice in a higher octave and the cellos added a punch everytime you’d bite your lip in an attempt to calm down. He hadn’t known what a love hotel was intended for before that night, but he’d also made the mistake to say, ‘I wouldn’t mind going to my first one with you, it could be a first for both of us.’ and you still haven’t let him live it down. Rin’s honest with himself for the most part. He’s awkward, insufferable, and a bore to be around - yet, for some odd and unknown reason, those are your favorite things about him. Why?

Why is it that he can’t function like a normal person when your eyes meet his?

Why do his words rearrange themselves and become complete gibberish when he attempts to woo you with his charm?

What is it that keeps him coming back to you, despite holding such deep hatred for the things that you love most?

“I need to text her.” Rin feels his chest vibrate as he finally makes a decision, the words pouring from his mouth in a short word vomit - forcing Sae to piece together the jumbled mess and attempt to comprehend whatever it was that his big brother was trying to say, to which he jumps up from his seat at the island and aggressively pats Rin on the back.

“That’s what I’ve been saying, dumbass! Get those fingers movin’!”

His phone falls into his hands in a millisecond, with Sae eagerly awaiting to hear his poetry. He’s grateful to have such a supportive friend. Rin knows that there aren’t many people who would be willing to put up with him for so long - having been moping around and complaining day-and-night of relationship problems that were solely caused by him - and he can’t imagine not having his support. Hopefully he’ll be able to introduce you, one day. You’ll both give him so much shit for his attitude. Oh well. It’ll all be worth it having two people he loves get along.

…

Did he just…

What did—

There’s no way.

Did he really just use that word? That godforsaken word?

He’s trembling. Rin’s phone is shaking in his hands as he finally comes to the realization that he does, with his entire heart and being, love you. In an instant, his entire world scrambles together with rapid dashes and line art that he can’t even comprehend. There’s no rules to follow with these types of feelings - this insistent need to see you. Hold you. Kiss you.

Fuck, he wants to kiss you. He can’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing.

Like tapping raindrops that never cease their fall, his fingertips move against the keypad in a rhythmic motion - singing a song of love that can’t be contained into a simple lullaby. His heart pours out into the message, apology after apology being pasted in paragraphs, and hopes with his whole soul that you’ll find it in yourself to at least see him in person. There’s no way you won’t. Rin knows you well enough now that he’s certain he’ll be seeing you again. All he needed to do was take the first step towards forgiveness, and he’s finally willing to be vulnerable and own up to his inability to be honest about his feelings, because he loves you. He loves you and he wants to tell you a hundred times, a thousand times, and a million times until you beg him to shut the hell up and kiss you.

‘I’ll be at the studio tonight. I miss you, ______, and I’m sorry.’

He ends the message with a final apology, begging fate that you’ll read it in time to meet him while he still has courage - and with that, he’s on his way to the place he hates most, awaiting the person whom he loves most.

An hour has passed - well technically it’s been fifty-seven minutes, but who’s counting?

He’s counting.

The sun went into hiding ages ago and the moon now stalks him as he sits in his chair, lonely with two vacant eyes that wish they were gazing at yours. Rin can’t even tell if you’ve read the text or not - the grey speech bubbles look the same as they always have, and the delivered sign is posted at the bottom with no response. He wants to send a follow-up message, just a little ‘hey, you there?’ but he knows that’s a little bit much. If you want to see him, you’ll see him and he’ll confess his feelings once-and-for-all - though, he’s feeling much less confident than he was an hour ago. Ahem, sorry. Fifty-nine minutes ago.

Rin has a plan of what he’s going to say to you, and hopefully it makes sense when the words begin to fall from his lips. He’s said it many times before, but he’ll say it again, he’s never been good with words or feelings or anything of the sort. He wants to get better, though - to become more emotionally aware for your sake, because he knows that’s a priority for you. You have an image of your dream guy that’s been in your wishes since primary school - tall, handsome, daring, dashing, yada, yada, yada - and he’s trying to be that guy. He needs to be that guy. He’ll be anything for you.

Anything and everything…even the desperate guy who can’t get a text back.

Y’know, for a moment - a brief and fleeting moment - the world seemed a little more beautiful in his self-realization of love. The stars glistened brighter and the street lights sparkled in their reflections. Before tonight, Rin hasn’t ever been able to appreciate the natural beauty of what surrounded him. He never understood your fascination with replicating real life into paintings and sketches, but he seems to have digested the concept - at least a little bit. The only thing that could undoubtedly make his world more dazzling would be the sight of you, and holy shit there you are. There you are opening the front door - and your gorgeous, perfect reflection in the glass is looking straight at him.

He doesn’t need the ability to see color to know that you’re the most fascinating and jaw-dropping sight in the entire universe - and that the rainbow should be rearranged in the letters of your name in honor of your ability to captivate attention and inflict a multitude of emotions on him that he’s never felt before.

“Rin?” Your melodious voice is the remedy that his ears have been yearning for. “Rin, is that you? Why’re you in the dark?”

This means you haven’t read his text, right? Otherwise, why would you be confused as to why he’s here? Wait, why’re you even here?

You begin to explain yourself without him needing to ask, “I left my phone in here earlier like an idiot and I’ve been looking for it all day. Isn’t that so dumb?” You let out a little laugh, amused at your inability to keep track of your personal belongings. Why aren’t you acting like you’re upset with him? The last time you talked, you could barely look him in the eye - yet now, you’re so casual, almost as if nothing happened. “Here I am looking for my lost phone, but instead I find a lost Rin Itoshi.”

“What are you doing here? Sitting in the dark?”

The repeated question is met with a pregnant silence as Rin fails to piece together the rehearsed words he had come up with earlier, settling on a bear hug that nearly suffocates you.

He’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of touching you again that he barely notices how stiff your posture is. You’re practically a piece of rock in the midst of being carved by its maker, frozen and unable to formulate an action in response - which, in this case, means that he’s your artist. Rin relaxes his hold, urging you to reciprocate his warmth by nestling his face in your neck. Your right arm finds its place wrapped around his waist and your left around his neck, allowing him to engulf you further into his hold. You smell so nice. He notices the lavender perfume that he bought you is still rubbed into your skin, and he’s glad that you’re finally using it.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

Rin’s fingers run through your hair in smooth waves, gently kneading out the small knots and helping you relax - and he can tell that your full attention is on him. For the first time in knowing you, there aren’t any distractions or excuses to avoid this conversation. It’s just you, him, and the bare truth. He just hopes he can execute this right.

“There aren’t enough words to explain how sorry I am, genuinely. I shouldn’t have ever belittled you like that, ______.” He takes a deep breath, one of many, and closes his eyes. The scene of you stomping away from him has no end in his mind. It constantly plays at every hour of the day, re-run after re-run, to torment him and remind him how horribly he screwed up with you. Please, please forgive him. “You’re not just my mom’s student. You’re not just a friend that I get coffee with. You’re so much more than that and I’ve been such a fucking chicken and haven’t been able to be honest with you.”

“You couldn’t have possibly known about my condition and it was wrong of me to take my frustration out on you.” Rin can feel himself begin to cry, his tears raining down his cheeks in cascades of pent up anger and hatred for how he made you feel that day. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve to be treated like shit by him. “Your work is important to you and I know it should be appreciated. What’s important to you is important to me, okay?”

“You love your art, and I love you.”

He says it over and over again. Those three special words rapidly become six words, nine words, eighteen, forty-two, and onwards as you look at him with an empty expression. Please, please say something. For every second of no response, he confesses his love to you. He confesses as if it’s his source of air - the only way that he’ll be able to survive this encounter is if he bares his emotions with no regrets. If this were a movie, he’d be the desperate protagonist in the climax of the story who fucked up his love life and is begging for a second chance - hell, this is real life and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Just, please, have a happy ending.

You open your mouth, yet nothing comes out. No words. No statements. No confessions. You’re simply staring at him like he’s just told you the most absurd news in the existence of the universe…

…and then a tear falls.

One tear slips from your eyes, followed by another, and another…until your face is drenched in salty rain with black mascara creasing your eyes. You look like a raccoon. Rin almost starts laughing. No. He is laughing; laughing because your false lashes have fallen into your hands as the glue refused to be waterproof - and now you’re standing before him in a puddled mess of makeup and disheveled hair. You’ve never looked more beautiful.

Rin brushes his fingers across your cheek, attempting to wipe away your tears like an artist covering up a beautiful mistake. If he were a painter, he’d paint you a million times and more - hanging every portrait on every single wall of his apartment, until there was literally no space left for a scrap of paper. You’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid his eyes on, and the smile that suddenly bursts from your sobs confirms it.

“What’s going on? I’m so confused, are you happy or are you sad?” He’s so concerned and his inability to read emotions correctly only makes him more helpless. “Talk to me, beautiful. C’mon.”

You lean into his touch and he instantly knows that everything is going to be okay.

“I just never thought I’d hear you say that.” Your smile is directed at him now, and he feels a warmth that is so familiar yet unfamiliar and he can’t get enough of it. It’s similar to the feeling of being showered in sunlight or snuggling beneath a comforter in the winter - an overwhelming comfort that’s a gift from you to him. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever. Fuck you for that.”

Now you’re both laughing, giggling, and beaming at each other. His heart feels so at peace. The civil war between his divided emotions, love and loneliness, has finally ceased.

“I love you.”

Neither of you can stop the flow of confessions that slip from your tongues and in an instant your lips are on his - clashing and colliding in a furious kiss that rivals the strength of a hurricane. It’s almost as if he can physically feel your love pouring into him and warming his heart into a heated flame, stoked by the embers of your touch. God, he missed your touch. The feeling of it is addicting. It’s his personal heroin and he’ll never get enough of it.

Your lips are just as soft as he imagined them to be, perhaps they're a rosy pink color with the slightest touch of strawberry lip balm that he keeps getting a fleeting hint of taste from. Never in his wildest dreams did he think you’d love him too. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. He silently repeats over and over - grateful that he’s been so blessed to know you…feel you…and love you in the awful world that he hated living on his own - the world void of color that you’ve somehow brightened by simply breathing beside him.

His hands are everywhere. Your hips. Your waist. Your breasts. Your neck. He can’t get enough of the feeling of you. With every passing second he’s falling deeper and deeper in love. You’re utterly perfect, he would kiss you for years if that was an option—

Aw shit, he knocked over an easel.

“Goddammit,” he mumbles while briefly pulling away from you. Of course he had to interrupt the moment he’s been waiting months for with his clumsiness. He’s such a dumbass. If he could punch himself in the gut, he would - but that would be way too embarrassing in front of you - hold up, this painting is familiar!

“Well I'll be damned.” He chuckles and turns the canvas towards you, to which you burst out laughing. “I thought you’d have thrown this out.”

“No,” you gaze at the painting with love in your eyes. “I could never, that’s how we met.”

The painted streak he accidentally inflicted upon your artwork remains in the same position. It seems that you never even bothered covering it up and embraced the imperfection. While Rin cannot decipher the magnitude of colors on the canvas, he’s sure that the various strokes look gorgeous and masterful. You’ve always been so talented. He’s so lucky.

As he places the painting upon a now-standing easel, you rest your forehead against his. He loves you. He loves you so much. So much so that he can’t help but take a step closer, not just one but many, and embrace the overwhelming love and passion he holds for you. There are so many words he wants to say, confessions that can carry on for an infinite number of lines, but there’s no need for that now. You have forever - and he decides to start that forever with his favorite thing…

…a kiss.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you more.” He replies.

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nerdiel-has-no-braincells · 7 months

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If I Stay

feat: michael kaiser x f!reader

summary: after unexpectedly running into michael, he sees the one thing you didn’t want anyone to ever see: your bruises.

cw: aged!up, abusive relationship (not michael & reader), angst, physical and emotional abuse (not michael & reader), trauma, smut (mdni), please do not read if this will trigger you (for your own safety and mental well being 🫶🏻)

a/n: i am so sorry for the wait with the second chapter! i was completely broken after jjk 236 leaks and it just stopped all creativity in my brain . but i’ve worked through it as best as i could!!!

The both of you stare at each other, neither one expecting to see the other in this part of town. He was a professional football player for Bastard München and you worked 2 barely above minimum wage jobs to support your family. Needless to say the difference between your income was more than enough that you wouldn’t see each other for the next hundreds of kilometers.

Michael’s expression shifted from shock to his usual confident and snarky smile as he relaxed, realizing it was you. You forgot how much you hated that expression.

“Long time no see, babe.” He said, causing you to cringe at the pet word.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a demanding tone. Did Alexis mention that you lived here and he wanted to annoy you?

Your brain brought up many different scenarios while you waited for his response. You could swear you could see the gears in his head working to come up with an excuse in order to hide his true intentions.

“I moved not too far from here today. I was just getting dinner.” He finally responded, holding up the convenience store food he was holding.

Glancing at the food, you realized how unlike him it was to eat something in this manner. He believed in eating healthy; no junk food, take out — nothing. And yet here he was buying convenience store food.

Noticing you eyeing the food, he chuckles.

“I don’t have food at home just yet and I’m too tired to shop for food after the move so I’m breaking a rule.” He said as if he could read your mind.

Looking back up at him, you raised a brow.

“Why did you move here? I thought you’d live near the higher end part of the city.” You said, waving your hand as you spoke.

Michael chuckled before answering. “Here I won’t run into paparazzi as often and I can just relax. Plus Ness said you lived nearby.”

You blinked as you stared at him. Why would your living nearby make any sense? Because he knew you? It’s not like the two of you were close. You were simply the little sister of Alexis.

“Since when did you not want to be in the spotlight?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

A finger pushed up against your forehead, giving your head a light push.

“Even I enjoy my quiet time, liebling. People change you know.” Michael said, the smile never leaving his face as he let his hand fall to his side.

Rubbing your forehead with your brows knit together, you exhaled through your nose.

“You never seemed like the type who could change.”

Michael chuckled once again before he ruffled your hair. “Everyone can change.”

You knew those words rang true more than anything after seeing how one man could change so much. Or was it a side that he hid from you all this time? Swiping his hand away, you tore your eyes away from him. As much as you didn’t want to go home, you needed to get back before your fiancée figured out you left.

What you didn’t realize was when you lifted your arm, your sleeve rolled down slightly to show a glimpse of the bruise on your wrist, which Michael did not miss.

Grabbing your hand, you looked at him with an alarmed reaction as you weren’t sure why he did that until you watched him roll down your sleeve to show the bruises that littered your arm. Your breath hitched when the expression on his face transformed from his usual nonchalance to pure, unadulterated rage.

Pulling your hand away, you covered your arm again and turned to leave. Michael’s hand reached back out and wrapped around you, pulling you into him.

“Who did this to you, liebling?” He asked, his voice reduced to a low growl and it made you shiver. You never knew he could be so angry. It was terrifying. You never want to be on the receiving end to such anger, which said more than enough of what your reality was.

Ignoring his question, you looked up at him, choosing to look into his anger-filled eyes.

“I need to go, Michael. I left my daughter at home and…and I need to get back to her.” You were hoping, praying that he’d just let you go.

Michael’s eyes immediately soften and he let you go.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized before a smile blessed his face once more. “If she’s anything like Ness, she’ll be worried sick that her mama’s missing.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before making your hasty exit. You didn’t dare to look over your shoulder as you picked up the pace.

Michael watched as you left the store. Once you were gone from sight, he pulled out his phone and dialed the one person he knew would pick up every time.

“Ness? It’s me. Have you gone to see your sister yet?”

You woke up the next day, thankful that when you had come home the night before, your fiancée was still asleep. Even your daughter was sleeping still when you checked on her. Not risking seeing you dressed, you changed into your pajamas and went back to sleep.

As you were picking your daughter up from preschool, you felt your phone vibrate. Taking it out of your pocket, you grinned as soon as you saw the caller ID.

“Alexi!” You greeted. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“(Y/N), my cutest sister!” Alexis squealed, making you giggle. Ever since he graduated and was signed on full time with Bastard München, you didn’t see your brother as much as you’d like since he was busy with practice and games. Of course you went to every game you could and watched the games you couldn’t go to on your phone.

Regardless of how you feel about Michael, the two of them were great together. You don’t know what happened when members of Blue Lock joined their team, but it changed the both of them for the better when it came to their plays. Despite being over the age of 20, they were still signed with the team per their coach’s request, but that would only last for the next couple of seasons.

“The season’s over for the year so have a break! I decided to come home so that I could spend time with you and our mom and dad.” Alexis continued. “I just landed last night and want to get dinner with you. How does that sound?”

You thought about it and what you were expected to do tonight. If you went, your fiancée would not be happy as he expected dinner at a specific time, and you didn’t want him to be alone with your daughter because as much as he loves her, he’ll be sure to cook for the both of them but as soon as you come home, you’ll be expected to receive hell.

Your best bet would be to take a rain check so you can plan better.

“Sorry Alexi, I have plans tonight. How does next week sound? I should be available by then!” You responded.

Alexis groaned before responding. He was looking forward to seeing you but you wanted to get rid of the bruises on your neck at the very least.

“Ok. Next week though! Be sure to bring my adorable niece. I have gifts to give!”

Your heart felt so full. You never expected your brother to love his niece as much as he does. You’re not even sure why you doubted it since he loves you as much as he does.

You guessed the nerves came from the possibility of finding out who the father was. He still didn’t know you were back together with him, not after the breakup in high school.

“Of course! Emma misses you! She’s watched all of your games and proudly talks about her uncle.”

Alexis let out a squeal of awe and it made you laugh.

“Let me know what day works best for you and we’ll plan it, ok?” Alexis asked.

You nodded as if he could see you.

“You got it Alexi. Love you! I’ll be sure to tell Emma when I pick her up. I’m just about there now.”

“Love you! Tell her I love her bunches!” Alexis said before hanging up the phone.

You chuckled as you shook your head. He was always so silly when it came to you and Emma, so when you first saw him play, you were surprised to learn he could be so serious. You knew he could get angry for you, but he never showed you that side of him, you just heard about it from others.

As you get to your daughter’s preschool, the children had just finished class so you were greeted with your daughter bouncing her way to you before jumping into your arms. You hid the pain from the bruises from her, the other kids, their parents, and the teachers as you spun her around, giving her a tight hug before you kissed all over her face. Emma giggled and shrieked.

“I missed you, my baby!” You said in between kisses.

Emma wrapped her arms around your neck, still giggling and returning the kisses over your face.

“I missed you too mommy!” She responded before sliding down, indicating she wanted down.

You set your daughter down and hold her hand to make sure she stayed safe as you walked her home. Keeping her on the side away from the road, you watched as a car passed by then stop, which immediately put you on high alert. Gently tugging Emma behind you, you kept an eye on the car, waiting for the driver to either get out or leave.

The car reversed and stopped once again in front of you and your daughter before rolling down the window.

“Liebling!” A familiar voice calls, causing you to relax. At least it was someone you knew.

“Hi Michael.” You called out once his face came into view.

You felt your daughter peer around your legs to look at him. Outside of Alexis and your family, she’s never met anyone else. You weren’t allowed to spend time with friends, much less leave the house except to purchase groceries.

Glancing down, Michael’s eyes met your daughter’s, whose eyes shone when he made eye contact with her. She reminded him of you. Taking after you perfectly with your brown, curly hair ending with magenta at the ends, and your matching magenta eyes. Even her eye shape took after your own. The sight of seeing your carbon copy made Michael smile.

As much as he teased you, he knew you were the perfect woman for him. You challenged him by expressing how much you didn’t like him. Every glare you made his way just made him more interested in you. He wouldn’t call it a crush or love, no. He simply knew that you would keep him on his toes.

First, he has to convince you that he’s changed and get closer to you. Maybe your daughter could help him.

“Would you like a ride home? I couldn’t let two pretty ladies walk in this weather.”

You glanced up; it was a perfect, sunny day. Looking back at Michael, you shook your head.

“Nein, thank you Michael. We like to get our exercise.” You responded.

That was a lie. You didn’t want him to know where you lived. If your fiancée found out you knew another man outside your brother and father, you’d be punished.

Michael tilted his head to the side a bit, his smile never fading.

“Liebling.” He whined, dragging the word out. “Allow me to do this for you. You’re my best friend’s little sister after all.”

You opened your mouth to respond before your daughter jumped out from behind you completely and ran to the car, opening the back door.

“Emma!” You called out.

You watched as your precious daughter shrieks and giggles, crawling onto the backseat. You really need to teach her more about stranger danger.

Chuckling, Michael watched as your daughter had the time of her life before his eyes went to you once again.

“Looks like the Scätzchen wants to ride in the car. Let me drive you Liebling.”

Michael and his nicknames. Rolling your eyes, you walked to the back door to shut it after making sure your daughter was safely buckled in. You felt nervous since she wasn’t sitting in a booster seat, but you felt bad breaking her heart. Sitting in the passenger side, you ignored Michael, who had his arms crossed on the steering wheel, leaning against them while he watched you.

It amused him to see you ignoring him as if the two of you weren’t right next to each other.

You continued to stare ahead, waiting for Michael to begin driving so that you can give him the directions to your home. After a minute of two of sitting in silence, you found yourself getting impatient. Looking at him, you see that his eyes were stuck on you, studying you. It caused you to feel nervous for some reason. A smile formed on his lips as he continued to stare. For some reason, the action caused you to blush.

Turning your head away to hide said blush, you cleared your throat.

“I would like to get home soon, Michael.” You stated.

Chuckling, Michael sat up straight and began to drive, listening to the instructions on how to get you home. When you weren’t speaking up to give directions, the ride was silent, save for the humming your daughter was doing in the backseat.

Glancing in the rear view mirror, you watched as your daughter swayed from side to side, humming and staring out the window. The mere sight of it brought a warm smile on your face. You loved your daughter more than anything and when she did things like this, you felt that it melted your worries, insecurities, and dread.

Michael looked at you when he stopped at a red stop light and his eyes widened a bit. He had never seen you smile like that before and the mere sight caused his heart to skip a beat.

Taking his eyes away from you once the light turns green, he begins to think that maybe you weren’t just perfect for him.

Maybe he was perfect for you.

Once you arrived home, you unbuckle and go to open the door before a hand gently wrapped around your wrist, causing you to pause and look at Michael.

“Let me give you my number.” He said.

Rolling your eyes, you wondered why he wanted your contact information.

“It’s ok Michael, thank you for the ride. Emma and I-“

“Please, Liebling.” He interrupted. The worry was adamant in his expression. You remembered that he had seen the bruise that was on your wrist.

“Just in case. I’m a call away and I will drop everything to be here for you.” He continued.

Your brows upturned and you glanced in the backseat to see that your daughter was sleeping soundly. Looking down, you avoided looking at Michael.

“I-I’m fine. I’ll be ok.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have bruises on you.” Michael responded.

You felt fingers gently lift your chin to meet his gaze, expressing a sadness behind his eyes for you.

Maybe he really had changed.

“I…” You sighed, giving in to his request. “Ok. Just in case.”

Raising your hand to his lips, he kissed your knuckles before letting go. Holding out his hand, he waited for you to put your phone in it so that he could enter his number.

After he gave you his number, you took your daughter out of the backseat being careful to not wake her. You leaned down to look at Michael, offering him a slight smile.

“Thank you Michael. It really was kind of you to offer a ride.” You truly meant it. While the two of you were used to the walk, it was much faster to use a car.

Michael froze seeing you smile at him. Him. You never smiled his way and even if it was a small smile, it was still a smile.

He stayed to make sure you went inside the house without any problems, which you went inside.

Something inside began to stir in Michael. You changed once you had a child; he remembered your vindictive actions, your harsh words, the glare you always had. But now you had softer expressions, warmer eyes, and for the first time since he’s known you all these years, you now smiled.

Letting out a self deprecating laugh, Michael realized his plans may not go the way he expected.

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ SUNSHINE ON A RAINY DAY

Pairing: Karasu Tabito x [FEM!] Reader

Genre: fluff, comfort, angst (?), canon compliant if you squint, mainly an au tho, oneshot/drabble

Synopsis: in which you get stood up by your asshole of a date, and a certain crow-looking boy comforts you

CW: mild language, ooc karasu (?)

Karasu set his phone down as he rubbed his temples. He was sitting down on a bench outside of a local coffee shop. The smell of the rain surrounded him as the downpour continued falling.

It was a slow, boring, day. Practice was cancelled, and most of his friends were busy. Otoya had several dates planned for the day, and Hiori's parents never let him go out with company unless it was for soccer.

He sighed gazing up at the grey clouds. The droplets just barely missing his eyes.

Today was far less than mediocre

He thought. Watching the clouds move by, little by little. Just barely moving.

Maybe I should've taken up Otoya on that double date offer...

He groaned, looked back down at the stores and shops surrounding him, he wasn't expecting anything to have changed during his cloud-watching session.

And he certainly wasn't expecting you.

You were drenched by the downpour, hugging yourself for some semblance of support. He noticed your tear stained face and your puffy red eyes.

He also noticed how fucking gorgeous you were.

You were dressed up. Like really dressed up. Bedazzled dress, fancy heels, and makeup that probably took you hours. Must've been on a date or somethin' he thought.

Even from a distance, he could tell that you were freezing. He couldn't help but feel sorry for you. So, like the gentleman he was, he approached you, umbrella in hand.

You hadn't noticed him yet. You were leaning against the outer wall of a book store. Your body was trembling, and he could see your chest rapidly rise of fall from your shallow breaths.

He placed his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, your eyes were glassy from your tears. Now that he was closer to you, he noticed a lot more details about you.

He noticed he way your dress clinged to your body due to it being soaked by the rain. The way it showed off your curves and how-

God he was staring wasn't he?

He cleared his throat, realizing his hand was still on your shoulder, he swiftly moved it away not wanting to make you more uncomfortable.

"You okay?"

You shook your head, averting eye contact. He lifted his umbrella over your head. He could still hear your faint sobs. He didn't know why, but he felt a strong urge to make you feel better.

You were still shivering, so he unzipped his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You whispered a quiet "thank you" to him as he fixed the garment to make sure that it wouldn't fall off.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I don't want you getting sick 'cuz of me." You said, finally speaking up.

Even your voice was pretty

He thought, first time hearing you speak but he would kill just to hear you talk again.

"Eh, I've been through worse." He shrugged, attempting to sound nonchalant. He noticed you grip onto the jacket, making sure that it wouldn't fall of your shoulders.

"You have somewhere you need to be?" He asked, keeping the conversation afloat.

"I'm on my way to the station." You replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"What a coincidence, I'm heading there too."

Lies, your house is a five minute walk away from here, why are doing all this for a girl you just met? She probably thinks you're a creep.

You smiled, it was small, barely noticeable but it was adorable nonetheless. He gestured to the other direction, right where the station was, and you followed.

As the two of you walked side by side, you spoke up again.

"Thanks again, um...?"

"Karasu."

"(L/N)."

If he were Otoya, he would've said something corny like "beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Thankfully he didn't, but he settled for a simple: "Hm, pretty name." He watched your cheeks dust with a rosy hue from the comment.

Easily flustered too huh?

He made more mental notes about you, he didn't know why he found you so fascinating, or why he was so curious about you, all he knew was that he wanted to know more.

The two of you walked in silence for a bit, the pitter patter of the rain filling both of your senses. Karasu looked over at you.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"Guy I was seeing stood me up."

Your once peaceful expression reverted back to it's down and mopey face. He didn't know what to say so he opted for the usual.

"Sorry to hear that." He felt guilty for using the usual phrase that he told most of Otoya's sidechicks whenever one of them found out that there was "another woman".

"Don't be." You replied, sniffling. "I honestly should've seen it coming. He's got a reputation." You said, bitterly, chuckling.

"What made you stay?" He asked, now curious.

"Same old, same old, I thought that I was "different" or that I could "fix" him." You rubbed your temples, sighing.

"Were the two of you close?"

"Very, at least that's what I tell myself."

You sighed again, and Karasu felt guilty for bringing it up, especially when you were feeling fine a few moments ago.

"This guy reminds me a lot of someone I know." He said, trying to steer the conversation in another direction. "I've been roped into several of his problems." He groaned, recounting all the times he had to cover for Otoya.

You chuckled. "Do tell."

"We're gonna be here for a while then."

"I don't think I'll mind as long as you're here."

You smiled.

Were you flirting with him?

You grabbed his hand and your fingers intertwined, you were still smiling.

Oh God, you were definitely flirting with him

Partially a gift to the lovely @latay7 who has indirectly motivated me to make more bllk content

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꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ my girl . . . m.kaiser x fem! reader, fluff, jealous kaiser:( SHORT SHORT SHORRTTTT CDRABBLE.

⚕ ᡣ𐭩 . ° . kaiser really hated these stupid articles, especially the ones that accused you of being with someone that wasn’t him. (0.2k wc)

He furrowed his brows, staring at the big, attention-stealing title of an article he had stumbled upon. More like—ness had sent him the article—but it was basically the same thing.

“Michael Kaiser bested by Isagi Yoichi at winning the love of y/n l/n!?” He felt a sort of hatred and anger as you sat beside him on the bed, holding back a giggle.

“With the amount of times these two have been spotted together, always extremely close, it makes you start to wonder whether or not y/n is cheating on Michael Kaiser, or at least, falling in love with another man.” He rolled his eyes. “I swear I can explain, babe,” you snickered, and he rolled his eyes. “I never want to see you around Isagi ever again,” he said, and you laughed even more, though you knew his words were more than serious.

“You're the one that left me waiting outside the store for an hour,” you commented as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. “It’s just the paparazzi assuming things; you know I love you and only you.”

He smiled lightly as he turned around. “You're still never allowed to be around Isagi without me there,” he mumbled, putting a tight hold on you.

“So stupid. Why on earth would you ever even choose that idiot over me?” he scoffed. “Though he is nicer than you, something you should learn from him.” You giggled, and he let out an insulted gasp.

“Whatever,” he grumbled, and you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from snickering again. “You're my girl either way.”

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock #bluelock x you #bluelock #bluelock x reader #bllk fluff #bllk x you #bllk x reader #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #˖ ݁𝜗𝜚 ݁˖ 𝓯i𝓁e. (bllk)

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lazyalani · 10 months

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| Itoshi Rin × [F!Reader]

| Silence

| angst, hurt no comfort, no happy ending, rin does not know how to show his feelings, rin is in too deep for sae's acknowledgement, reader just wants him to be happy, rin is scared to try, reader understands where he's coming from but is also tired, swearing, rin is so angsty type

| Summary: Rin's silence always is the obvious answer.

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Every arguement,

The sound of rushing footsteps and heavy pants collides with the sound of the continous banging of soccer balls on the ground.

You breathe heavily when you reach the park, putting your hands on your knees for support. It isn't that bad, you think. It helps with the raging cold of the night, you pant on your scarf. You take one last deep breathe and stood up straight, staring at the boy kicking the balls without a break and running around.

Rin, however, doesn't even notice you staring at him, nor did he notice someone even came. Too focused, concentrated on the balls, or his thoughts?

You match the frown in his face, does he not see you or is he ignoring you? You rolled your eyes, this is the first time you get see each other in months because of that stupid Blue shit or something and he doesn't even bother to go to your house and greet you? What a brat.

"Rin...." You call out and he visibly snaps out of his thoughts, eyes widening and the balls misses the goal.

He takes deep breaths, slowly standing up straight and going over to a bench to drink water.

"[Name], what are you doing here?" He barely acknowledges, not even looking at you and wiping his face.

every word we can't take back,

You try to calm down your temper, not wanting your first reunion in months to be a bickering contest or whatever the lukewarm shits he says.

"Can I not greet a friend after months of not seeing him?" You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow and sitting cross legged, leaning on one arm across the bench he was sitting on.

He stays silent, fueling you even more.

You sighed heavily. "Rin, what have you been doing all this time?"

"Training."

"Why haven't you contacted me?"

"Phones weren't allowed inside---"

'Cause with the all that has happened

"But they are once a player reaches a certain amount of goals and requests it." You wonder if he's surprised you know, if he is, he certainly has amazing control of his expressions, because not even a move of a brow was shown, and he stays silent once more.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to the fence. "Your mom told me you got your phone back, yet I never even got a reply, not even until now. What's the matter, Rin?"

"I just forgot."

"The same damned excuse over and over again." You sneer and he finally shows an emotion, frustration.

"I was busy, I am busy."

"Would it make you less of a better player to reply even just a single word?"

Before you knew it, it had turn into a shouting competition, just as it always has.

I think that we both know the way that this story ends

Wait, it hasn't always been like this, hasn't it? How had those small and petty arguments led to this? Before, it was always you and him bickering over the single chocolate Sae has left and over the other half of the chocolate twin popsicle Sae bought. Before, it was always resolved with just Sae buying another. Before, it was just you and him trying to train you at soccer. Before, it was just you and him sleeping at Sae's bed and making him sleep on Rin's room. Before, it was just you and him racing to the park. Before, it was just you and him smiling and laughing about the most random things. Before, it was just you and him secretly making fun of the kids who slip and fall and Sae either berates you or joins you. Before, it was just you, him, and Sae, having the best times of your lives.

Now, it's just you and him shouting. Now, it's just you and him fighting for your prides. Now, it's just you and him barely even talking. Now, it's just you and him as less than friends. Now, there's no more Sae.

"Why can't you take a hint and see that I don't care?!"

Now, it's just you.

Then only for a minute,

Oh, where had the sweet boy gone?

His words stabbed you right on the heart. Bullseye. Bullshit.

You didn't know what to say, or what to do. You wanted to punch him, slap him, kick him, scream at him. But what would you even say? What can you even say? What good would that even do? Oh, he's already won this competition alright.

Oh, where had all his promises gone?

All those promises of never leaving each other. Never leaving like Sae did. Never letting emotions win. Never letting a day pass without making up. Never letting things go too far. Going to ask you to be his girlfriend someday. Going on sappy dates and peaceful movie nights. Going to say I love you before the day ends. Keeping every promise made.

Where had it all gone?

You didn't know. All you knew was if you asked him, he would've said he didn't either, or he would've never answered, like he always did. Oh, right, it wasn't always like that, huh?

Oh, where had that caring boy go?

Into the shadow of his brother, you would say if asked. Drowned in the hurtful words thrown at him by the same brother he loved with his everything. Mourned for the acknowledgement and attention of the same brother who promised to become the best striker in the world with. The same brother who shattered their dream.

In that moment, Rin knew it was over. But why is it that he wanted to swallow everything back?

I want to change my mind,

He thinks he should take everything back, but the lump on his throat and his ego says otherwise.

Oh, where have your promises gone, little boy?

Inside my brother's shadow, he'd answer if asked. He knew he was in too deep into his 'revenge', but he can't help it. This is how he's always been. One goal, one direction, straight ahead, going as far as he can, and never looking back.

Oh, where have your promises gone, young man?

Inside the trapping walls of the soccer ball, he'd answer if asked. Before, it was you and him trying to teach you soccer. Now, it was you and him fighting because of soccer.

Now, he just left you hanging.

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

Oh, sweet boy, where have you gone?

Into the depths of my ego, he'd answer if asked. In too deep, too far gone to even come back. Not willing to sacrifice the things he worked so hard for. Not willing to show how much you really meant to him. Not willing to be vulnerable. Not willing to be weak. Not willing to be looked down on by his brother. Not willing to give in to anyone.

Not even to you.

Oh, sweet girl, what are you willing to do?

Everything, she'd say if asked. But I've already done everything. I've tried everything, why won't he notice it? I did everything for him. I tried everything for him.

You scoff and laugh bitterly, a tear cascading through your cheek, finally allowing yourself to break. "All these years, I have done everything just to pull you up. I have done everything to not let you kill yourself for your pathetic little brother complex. I have done everything not to let you die from exhaustion. All these years, I have done nothing but to love you, just like we used to to each other." You say, letting everything out.

I wanna raise your spirits,

"Yet you have done everything to push me away. To cast me aside when you decided to go after your brother. You decided to chase after the same person who casted you away like you did to me instead od staying with me, the same person who fucking stayed with you throughout everything. I was there when he wasn't. I was there when he left. But you still wanted to chase after him after everything. I always wondered why but I figured I just wasn't enough." You brushed your fingers through your hair, tears continously falling down your face, but you didn't bother to wipe them. You wanted him to see the damage he dealt without a care in the world.

He stayed silent, as he always has, ever since that day. And for the first time in forever, you, who has always known how he felt like inside, didn't know about the burning feeling he feels on his eyes. The burning sensation he feels as his eyes and nose reddens, you think it's because of the cold. Because you think he doesn't even have enough care to feel your pain.

"I changed myself to be the desperate girl who just wanted just for you to notice me again. All these times, I supported you and encouraged you even when your parents wanted you to stop soccer because of what happened. I patched you up when you got bruised and injured. I brought and gave you your pens, papers, notebooks, books because you kept forgetting them for prioritizing your cleats and soccer ball. I brought them even when I knew I was gonna be late over and over again because I didn't want you to fail. Because I knew failing would get you out of the soccer club you loved so much. I was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. I was there when you needed to rant. I was there even when I knew I was only going to be casted aside again and again. And you know why? Do you even have a single fucking idea why?!" You exclaimed, standing up, voice getting a little bit louder every sentence.

He leans his back and head on the fence, closing his eyes shut, a tear finally falling down. But he doesn't care to wipe it either, too tired to care.

You see it, but you didn't care, that was nothing compared to what you were feeling all these years.

"All these years, all these times, I just wanted to see you smile again." Your voice cracked as you stared him, eyes full of intense emotions.

I want to see you smile, but

He opens his eyes and lets himself get lost in yours. Maybe, just maybe this time, he could let himself get lost in you. Maybe, he could be strong enough to ignore his pride and ego.

know that means I'll have to leave

Staring in your eyes now, he feels even more drained. How ignorant could he have been to not notice how tired you were? Or maybe you just hid it so well. You've masked your true feelings so well that he couldn't notice. Or maybe he just didn't care enough to try and see through it.

And you finally let it all loose, now that you finally let it be seen, all he can see is a shell of the sweet girl he loved. He wonders if this was how she felt all this time.

Oh, young man, why did it only sink in to you now?

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking,

A small part of you, a deep part of you, and a special part of his inside of you hopes he would say something. That he would try and save your falling relationship, whatever it is. Just something.

And a big part of him, the deepest part of him, a special part of you inside him hopes that he could take everything back. That he could restart. For the first time, he wishes life outside soccer has a restart too. A kick off. Then he'll let you take the ball.

He'll let you set the curve and control the game, his game. And then let you get far away first so that his brother's shadow will never catch up when you score a goal you'd take control and never let him have the ball that made him this way.

So that when you make a goal, he'll see that smile that made his little heart fall again. and not the face full of tears infront of him right now

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

But he doesn't.

He doesn't say anything. He isn't strong enough afterall. Not strong enough to keep the ego inside him. Not strong enough to push the lump on his throat.

In this game, he doesn't let you take the ball. His ego doesn't let him. His ego leaps up and crushes your dreams, making its way to the goal, pushing past everything and everyone, never looking back.

For the first time in both of your lives, you walk away.

When the evening falls,

For the first time in your life, you were the first one to walk away.

"I should've turned my back on you ages ago."

He swears his heart breaks again over and over again when he saw the life in your eyes drain.

Oh, where has the sweet girl gone?

He blames himself. Ofcourse he does. Deep inside he has always blamed himself. Deep inside he has always seen how your shoulder drops and smile fade away when he reject another one of your hang out plans. When he tells you an excuse why he ditched you.

He wonders if all of this wouldn't have happened if he was just stronger. If he was just strong enough to take his brother's critism. If he wasn't so vulnerable.

He wants to blame it all on his brother. As he always has. The blame is always on Sae. He always blames everything on his brother. Because he couldn't accept him changing positions. Because he was too stubborn. Because he was so naive.

He wonders what could've happened if he decided to let go of his brother's shadow? Would he had have asked you to be his girlfriend by now? Would he had have given you that plushie you had wanted so much? Would he had have won you the pikachu plushie on the arcade? Would he have been watching a movie and cuddling with you right now?

And I'm left here with my thoughts,

His heart breaks over and over again again at the thought of you living a happy life without him. What a hypocrite, he thinks to himself. He pushes you away but doesn't want you to be happy without him.

The thought of you spending your life with another person, with another love that isn't him, brings a tub of boiling anger to his heart. He thinks he's an asshole, a fucking prick, a shitty douchebag, and he knows it. He doesn't want you to give up on him.

But then again, he's drained all your love for him, hasn't he?

And the image of you being with someone else

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock angst #lazyalani #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #rin x reader #blue lock x female reader #bluelock x you #itoshi rin x you #itoshi brothers

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taylorswiftbutsimp · 11 months

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★彡[Out Of My League]彡★

Summary: In which you think you are out of their league

warning: slight angst

edited (part two)

◦•●◉✿ ℝ𝕖𝕠 𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖 ✿◉●•◦

Walking into the school cafeteria to grab a few snacks, you didn't fail to notice the tall, purple-haired boy. On the side of the hallways being bambared with girls as you pass by, you can hear the popular girl trying To ask out the reo mikage on a study date, you couldn't be careless; it's not like you have a chance on him after all. You got to the school with a full scholarship and some wealthy family sponsors.

Ignoring the people on the right side of the hall, you walked straight to the cafeteria, asking yourself

If you were rich and pretty enough, you could get the attention of the Mikage Reo, but then again,You're not rich and pretty; after all, you're here to graduate on top of the class and make money so you can Leave the poor life behind. "It's just a small crush, Y/N; you'll get over him," you mumbled to yourself.

What you failed to notice as you left the hallway and went right were the eyes of Reo Mikage looking at your fading figure as he chuckles to the girl in front of him, declining her actions: "I am sorry, Yumi-san, but I am busy today. Maybe another day?'

How naive were you not knowing you caught the attention of the purple-haired heir noticing you way back then? He still remembers how he saw Your name was in the students ranking, and you were at the top as always.

He excused himself, dragging Nagi along with him, going straight to the cafeteria to take a look at your pretty face. maybe trying to talk to You wouldn't hurt him, and besides, he loves the way you are quiet and make him feel ordinary by not noticing him.

╰☆☆ ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕚 ℍ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕒 ☆☆╮

You have always admired the football athlete since day one, going to every play and not missing a chance to Support him without the strawberry-haired man noticing you; if he did, you would probably die on the spot.

He was your classmate, but you would be lucky enough if he knew your name; after all, you're out of his league.He is a football player who can run fast before you even blink your eyes.

and don't get started with his fangirls, who would kill for him. You couldn't even compete with them at the first place, or so you thought, but still, he was pretty, smart, and an athlete. Your two worlds are apart from each other.

So you just kept quiet. It was just a crush you would get over like the rest. In his defense, he knows you. But why didn't he approach you? He was insecure; he might not be enough for you. that you might just see him as a failure, like what happened a few months ago when he injured his leg and took a break from soccer.

Hell, when Valentine's Day came up last year, the first thing he looked for in his locker was the chocolate you left there. Yeah, he knew which one you had made.

He heard you talking to your best friend about it: "So are you going to give that too, Mr. Pretty Face?" He could hear it vaguely as he peeked his head at the classroom door, taking a look at what your best friend was pointing at. Just so you know, once he heals from this and makes it to the top, he will go look for you and make you his.

He chuckles at your silly antics, remembering what you did to him and his heart, mumbling to himself, "Silly L/n, I miss you so bad. I hope you're out there in the crowd, then I could ask you out," he said before going to the line to fight against Japan U20.

so part 2?

#blue lock x reader #bluelock fluff #reo mikage x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x you #mikage reo fluff #chigiri hyoma #bluelock x you

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camryn-haitani · 4 months

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Randomly telling the BlueLock boys that you love them

Bachira, Nagi, Reo, Chigiri, Kunigami, Isagi x reader/you (Separately)

TW: cursing

lowercase intended

don't come at me bc of my android emojis🥲🥲

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adxele · 7 months

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Isagi x Y/N childhood friends hcs !

(and small story)

small warning // reader uses she/her.

--- ☆

i swear Yoichi is definitely "Childhood Friends to Lovers" romance trope of guy, you can just take one look at him and literally can see it written on his face istg.

• i can see you both making promise in childhood to each other about achieving both of your dreams together and never leaving each other </3

• as kids, you often visited each other's house and had sleepoversss 🥹

one time,when you both fell asleep,yoichi was hugging you close to him while you both were deeply sleeping <3 and ofc, your and yoichi's parents took pictures of that moment.

• you and isagi were basically neighbors,your houses were near to each other so you both hang out basically everyday!

• isagi would ramble to you about soccer non-stop and you would just listen, even if you never played soccer and didn't really had any interest towards this sport.

(he still appreciated your attention though)

• isagi would often give you some hand-made gifts that he made in school, like,small flower made with paper,football he made with plasticine and any origami honestly. BUT HEAR ME OUT!!!! so like his teacher gave task to draw "the person you dearly love and treasure" and isagi poorly drew YOU. HSGDJHSGSGS.

(you have that drawing hang on your wall in your room for years now, he always gets bashful when he sees it.)

• ISAGI AND YOU HAVE HAND SIZE DIFFERENCE WHICH MAKES HIM GIDDY INSIDE !!!!! LIKE, he has large hand and slender fingers while you have feminine more like hand,but he finds both your hands really elegant and beautiful !

• okay okay so listen,moment when he realized he fell in love with you was,when you and isagi were walking together in the evening.

Isagi and you were walking back home after school, he was talking about becoming best striker in the world and many other upcoming plans for his future. You softly chuckled at him mentioning about soccer but Isagi confusingly raised a brow at you. "Why..are you laughing?" Isagi asked with slight hurt in his tone.

You shake your head and softly smile at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I dont mean it in a teasing way, its just, i know that you will become the best striker. With your skills, you will reach even more higher than that. After all, I watched all your soccer matches ever since you started playing. And without any doubt, you will become even more amazing and outstanding than now. I always believed in you and always will, Isagi. Till the end of your journey, i will always have your back and gonna be by your side." As you finished,that's when Isagi felt his heart beating incredibly fast, to the point when he was afraid that you could hear it.

Oh,the way you were saying all of this with such sincerity in your voice,your soft and gentle eyes looking at him. The sunlight hitting your facial features making you even more ethereal,made his face completely red and his eyes widen. He was lucky that he had scarf on, making him hide half of his face with scarf as he looked away from you with mad red blush on his cheeks.

"T-Thank you...." he stuttered out in embarrassment,his voice slightly muffled. You lightly laughed at his actions and worriedly checked if he was alright. He nodded and said that everything was fine.

"Let's just....go back..", "Sure."

• As soon as he got letter from Blue Lock Project, he informed you about it. Your eyes were widened and your grin was so silly and so cute.

"Haha see! Your talent wasn't unnoticed! I always knew that you would be recognized by professionals!" You happily cheered while placing both your hands on his arms. Your words never failed to make him blush.

"Haha...thank you Y/N..."

• You and Isagi walked together to "Blue Lock" building. No arguments.

• As you both reached destination,you hugged him while softly rubbing his back,Isagi returned the gesture by hugging you back.

"Good luck,Isagi. Do your best." you remarked as you pulled away from hug and he nodded his head.

"Thank you Y/N. I sure will." Isagi replied with soft smile.

"I will go now, I will be for sure to watch all your matches!" You answered with genuine smile which made Isagi red, again.

"Then, I cant wait to see you soon." Isagi waved his hand as you started walking away. Before leaving,you noticed from the corner of your eye that he walked in the building with some white-haired guy beside him and you felt your shoulders relax after he entered inside.

• Ever since he joined the project,he never messaged you or called you,which,made you worried. After all,you didn't knew that he was actually staying in the building and you didn't knew that his phone was taken away, so your worry was understable.

But you had another thought, that he was probably too busy and overworked to even use his phone, so you shrugged it off and just wished only best for him.

• Soon enough,after a long time later, your parents found out that isagi and his teammates will be playing against U-20 Japan footballers. At your parents statement, your eyes were completely widen.

'I knew you would it Isagi.'

• You, along with your and Isagi's parents, came in time to the match to watch him. You were completely jumping because of excitement filling you up by every second. You knew that Isagi improved and you were excited even more to see how exactly he plays now. You were practically squealing every time you would see him shoot or dodge the ball.

'How amazing! He's always been so cool!'

• At the end, as match ends and Isagi makes final goal, you were even too stunned at the sight. Everyone's loud cheers and claps fades away and everything becomes silent as your eyes were only on Isagi and only him.

'Isagi...' you softly smile and your eyes sparkle with anticipation.

• Isagi takes a quick shower after winning match and takes a bus to go back to his house,as soon as he enters inside,his parents ran towards him and hugged him while saying endless compliments to him, that made Isagi blush and smile in embarrassment.

• When they pull away from Isagi and slightly step aside to show you standing behind them,he immediately notices you and his eyes widen. You look even more mature since the last time he saw you.

• "Long time no-" You didn't even had time to finish as Isagi wastes no time by hugging you tightly, almost making you both fall, while his face is buried in the crook of your neck.

• Isagi's and your parents makes ':o' faces as they watch the moment.

Isagi's mother quickly takes a picture of you both in that position.

• "I-Isagi..?" you finally stutter out with widen eyes as heat crept up to your cheeks. As Isagi finally realized what he had done,he quickly pulls away and awkwardly smiles at you.

"O-Oh! hey Y/N... sorry for my sudden actions.."

"It's fine..."

• Later,you and Isagi both enter his room,as soon as he sits down on his bed, you started asking him endless questions about today's match with sparks in your eyes. He answers all your questions with tired but soft smile on his face as he keeps eye contact with you.

"Hm? Woah,your bangs and back hair surely grew long!" you stated while running your hand through his hair and Isagi melted at your touch.

"Haha, yeah i know, i was thinking of cutting them when i will have some time in my hands." Isagi replied with cheeky smile. While you were busy checking his hair, you didn't knew that Isagi's gaze was on you the entire time.

• After some silence, he finally spoke up.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah?"

Isagi took both of your hands in his and kept his eye contact with you more serious. His sudden action made you froze.

"What's wrong?.."

"Y/N...I..you see, I have been thinking for a long time now...before i joined Blue Lock, I had deep feelings for you, I mean! I still do..and, while i was practicing,my thoughts were filled only about you...What you were possibly doing right now? How were you doing? My mind were only filled with you and it made me completely crazy... Weird right?... So uh.... you promised me that you would stay by my side forever..so...fulfill that promise by being my girlfriend."

You weren't moving at all. Your face and tips of your ears were completely red. Your eyes were widen and never looking away.

"I... what? oh my god...."

you were literally screaming inside at yourself for being so embarrassing.

but eventually, you nod your head and give him one of the smile that he loves so much.

"Okay,sure,I will..." your reply made Isagi grin and pull you into another tight hug. You hug him back and softly caress his hair.

"Thank you for always supporting me..."

"Of course."

#blue lock #blue lock isagi #blue lock x reader #bluelock x you #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #isagi x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk imagines

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seiberries · 1 year

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HII I HAVE A REQUEST PLEASE 🫶🫶 protective bachira who baby’s you? 😍😍 i’m a sucker for him hope you’re well and don’t feel like you need to do this! take care 🩷🩷

ahh I’ll do my best on this!! he seems like the type, very clingy! take care too <3

lovesickness : bachira meguru

bachira meguru x gn!reader / listen to: glue song - beabadoobee

warnings: none! + note though, bachira and reader are aged up here but it’s because they’re at the point of being live-ins

you were supposed to leave a good ten minutes ago, the clock in your bedroom ticked every second that passed. but you couldn’t. a certain bachira meguru prevented you from doing so.

“megs, i need to go.” you whine, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp; he would not budge. he whined back at you in protest, still trying to pull you back into bed with him.

your childhood friend had contacted you about a week ago, asking to meet up since they were in town. you agreed, not knowing that the consequences of your actions would result to a very clingy boyfriend. to make things worse, he was being so cute right now- it was getting impossibly difficult to say no to him.

meguru rarely got freetime like this either, it was soccer season. he had been training day and night, barely catching you before you went to bed. you could understand why he was being like this, but you had to go. what would you say to your friend if you couldn’t make it?

“hey, my boyfriend is being clingy and won’t let me go out. i’ll contact you when i’m free of his arms, thank you!” you couldn’t say that, could you? obviously not.

“what if you said you were sick?”

your boyfriend felt an upward tug on his lips at his idea. it was brilliant, to him, at least. it was an “aha” moment. similar to the ones his friend isagi had, but, more tame in nature. he didn’t have fierce ego surrounding him, but an aura of affection and neediness instead.

you thought about it, pausing from your struggle. lying was bad… but, it might be even worse to leave meguru here in this state; you definitely were not just making up excuses for what you were about to decide on. his lips pouted as he waited for your decision, with hopeful eyes staring at you- your boyfriend looked like a dejected puppy. even his hair matched the animal.

to make sure your choice favored him, he let go of your torso and held your hand in both of his. screw his pride, he wanted you here. who knows what would happen if you were without him? if he was without you? what if he died of loneliness, what if you got hurt somehow? what if you left and never came back? sure, the thoughts are childish, but they were very real possibilities to him in his desperation.

“please?” he was using all his powers now, meguru was close to begging as he tilted his head to the side. you let out a sigh and pulled your phone from out of your jacket’s pocket, shooting out a text before situating it infront of the boy’s face.

“happy?” you rolled your eyes in the defeat of being won over by him.

“hi, i’m so so sorry to cancel last minute, but i seem to have caught a fever. i tried waiting it out but it just won’t go away. so sorry.” meguru read out before jumping you and coddling you in his arms like he did this morning, before the whole fiasco. a satisfied smile appeared on his face as he held you close to him, both of your legs tangled with each other’s.

“since you’re sick…” elongating the last word as a form of sarcasm, he let out a light giggle.

“let me get you something to eat, yeah?” he spoke as he left you briefly, exiting the room. you laughed at his action, not expecting him to come back five minutes later with a spoon and a bowl of soup from last night’s leftovers.

“ahhh!” meguru seated down next to you on your shared bed, prompting you to lie down as he sat- like you would a sick person. he then proceeded to this- feeding you, like you would a sick person. he looked immersed into the role he was playing too, acting as if you had actually caught a fever.

“meguru, who are you trying to convince?” positioning your hands to block the spoon, a small frown coming to his face as your laughter filled the room. you still leaned in to slurp the broth, much to the satisfaction of your boyfriend. sharing a loving gaze, you grinned and ruffled his already messy bedhead.

but he pondered on your question for a bit, though you meant it lightly. his chest grew fuzzy at his newfound conclusion,

it was you.

he wanted to convince you.

he thought he had moved on from this type of feeling since blue lock, but you coming into his life changed things. not to confuse things though, he’s secure enough now; and how he feels towards you is so much more compared to what younger him felt then.

looking at you, being with you- it was an entirely different joy than he felt with soccer. you brought to him a sense of desire that the striker hadn’t felt before. it wasn’t the desire to win, it wasn’t the desire to beat his competition-

it was the desire to love you.

he wanted to love you all his life, take care of you when you both eventually grew old. just like this, he wanted you to stay beside him. maybe he was lovesick.

you would have to take care of him too, in that case. it seems lovesickness is contagious.

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