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inamedmywaterbottlemichael · 1 year

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°• Reminisce •°

kageyama tobio x reader

wordcount: 872

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summary: idk what to tell you its fluff, maybe a bit angsty but in the same way mayo is spicy u get me; a lot of nail cutting action; pianist!reader; post time-skip; gender neutral reader

ao3 :>>>

My nails are getting long, you thought as you stretched out your hands before you. They actually aren't that long- over a millimeter above your hyponychium. However, as a pianist, the smallest difference can mean vastly different results.

You noticed as much in your practice that day. Despite this, you managed to bear through the slight discomfort in how your fingers curved and the annoying tiny clack of your nails. But it was still irritating.

After stretching your arms over you for one last time, you closed the lid of your piano and returned your sheet music to the shelf amongst the other pieces and the trophies you have accumulated over the years.

You went to your bedroom and began to bring out an assortment of items from a drawer: nail clippers, nippers, pusher, and-

"Oi Tobio, have you seen my filer?" you shouted from across your apartment.

"Ah, sorry I'm using it."

You entered the living room to see your boyfriend on the couch diligently filing his nails. His nail kit was displayed messily before him on the coffee table; both of your professions (well in his case it's more of a preference) require proper finger care so each of you usually carry your own.

He didn't look up at you as you sat in front of him on the couch but did when you held out your hand. He placed the filer in your palm then you took his hand in yours and worked on his freshly cut nails.

"Didn't you just buy a new one? You lost the file already?" you asked. Kageyama of all people isn't one to just lose something.

"Korai-senpai borrowed it." He huffed in annoyance, a small frown denting his forhead. "It's already been three days."

"Three days... You counted? You're that upset?"

He glanced off to the side for a moment and mumbled, "But I just bought it."

You raised an eyebrow at his irritation, your mouth threatening to break into an amused smirk.

You don’t remember when all this started to come so naturally. The easy back and forth—very different from the first few months of dating Kageyama. It was sweet but also incredibly awkward. Sure, it was funny seeing a grown-ass, six-foot-tall (not to mention famous) adult squirm while holding your hand. But it also felt like there was a gap that you didn't know how to close. A wall that seemed too tedious to unbuild. Every time you tried to get closer, he distanced himself further in a blushing mess.

When he snapped at you for the first time, it was almost six months into your relationship. You were sprawled on the carpeted floor of Kageyama's studio at the time as he sat on his bed trimming his nails. With nothing better to do, you had offered to do it for him. A kind, domestic gesture. Things went downhill from there.

"Wait, Y/N, sto- OI! You idiot that's not how you do it!"

You saw the regret line his feature the second the words left his mouth but you didn't have time to process it. The shock from his sudden and unexpected anger had you yelling back.

"Ha? Idiot? I'm doing you a favor and you call me an idiot?"

At this point, there was no going back.

"I didn't ask for your help!"

"Well shit, sorry for offering–"

It went on for a ridiculous few minutes and the fight had ended with you storming out. A good five seconds of reflection had you coming right back in, however, because 'this is so stupid'. You closed the door sheepishly behind you and shuffled toward Kageyama who stood right where you left him, expression oddly unreadable. Maybe because you had never seen him like this.

Before you could blurt out an apology, Kageyama had grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. It was incredibly stiff but he was determined to not let go. You felt more than heard a muffled 'I'm sorry' vibrate into the crook of your neck.

Six months of dating and it was the first time he hugged you first.

But oh boy, was this not the last of it. Although less eventful, the two of you used to always bicker when doing each other's nails. But you kept doing it anyway. Even if he was just as, if not more, meticulous about it as you were since both of you liked it in a certain way. It was annoying but somehow also weirdly endearing.

How that settled into the calm and familiarness of the now was something you couldn't even be bothered to recount.

You filed the somewhat sharp edge of the last nail—the one on his calloused pinky—and brushed off some of the flakes.

He slid his hand from your grasp and then examined your work.

"Thanks," he said, grazing the pad of his thumb over his nails before leaning over to grab the nail cutter.

You leaned your head on the couch as Kageyama started working on your nails, the afternoon sun framing his face. A sudden burst of fondness swelled in your chest in the aftermath of your reminiscing. You didn't even realize the smile creeping into your face.

Kageyama swept a glance at you before looking back at your fingers.

"Why are you smiling?" he said, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from mirroring yours.

You break into a full-blown grin. "'cuz of you."

He rolled his eyes. "Gross."

#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio one shot #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader fluff #hq kageyama #haikyuu!!#haikuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #take a shot everytime you see the word 'nails' 'fingers' and 'hands'#i wrote this like 2 years ago #and now im in a phase where i hate x readers #so that's fun #hope you still enjoy it tho #even tho its kinda all over the place:D

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utterlyazriel · 2 months

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whom the shadows sing for— (and the thief's echoing hymn)

a/n: it's time for some more ✨trauma✨ time to learn ur own backstory tehe <3 feel free to let me know what you think or any future... predictions... you think might be coming...

word count: 3.3k

synopsis: Azriel leaves for Velaris. You reflect on old choices and everything that you lead you to where you are now— and realise it's been awhile since you had anyone to miss. fem!reader, mulan-esque au

—CHAPTER THREE :: COMPANIONS

There's a girl screaming in the middle of camp.

Anguish, a pure guttural agony, litters her voice. She's shrieking, screaming herself hoarse, tortured cries piercing the air as a piece of her identity is ripped from her forcibly. The scream that you know only follows a wing clipping.

Fear rolls through your body, seizing every nerve til your limbs lock up. Your stomach lurches, nausea swimming and threatening to choke up your throat. The screams dive beneath your very skin and make a home there, unbidden.

The screaming isn't stopping and you acutely notice that you're crying because of it, big fat tears rolling down your face as though you're the one in pain, unable to quieten her suffering, because... because...

Because the girl is you.

The girl is you and they had found out somehow and they had come, they had held you down and taken the knife between your wings and starting slicing through muscle and sinew and it fucking hurts, it hurts so much—

A ragged gasp rips from your throat at the slice down your back.

You wake you with a violent twitch.

Your dagger is in your hand in an instant, stored beneath your pillow, always within reach. The cool leather beneath it is a comfort as your senses search blindly for any threat. The rabbiting sound of your heart looms in your ears and you keenly strain your ears to try listen over it.

A threat? An intruder? You're looking for anything hidden in the darkness, while your senses are still swamped by your nightmare. The effects of it are melting away too slowly. Your breath comes too fast.

Shadows loom. You're not sure what is fear is still lingering from the dream and what is real instinct, kicking in to protect yourself.

Worse is, your suspicions are not at all unwarranted.

Around you, the space is still. Dead air trapped within your shelter.

Outside, the howl of the Mother's Kiss sounds again, the rattling wind against the windows somehow grounding you into your home. You're in your home. You're not out in the middle of camp, not held onto that horrid stained piece of earth where all the clippings take place.

You're tucked away in your space, hidden beneath your secret still.

Your chest heaves rapidly, dregs of panic still running through your system. You force yourself to inhale slowly, blinking slowly and letting your eyes adjust to the night. It's still dark.

It's nighttime and you've had a night terror and you're still safe, still just like any other male in the camp.

Behind you, you give your wings a little shiver, just to check.

Still there, still working in every capacity. The relief that pours through you soothes like a balm, heady and overwhelming. You release a shaky breath and curl your knees up to your chest, wings cocooning around yourself.

The nightmares, this nightmare, has been unrelenting for as many years as you can remember. Well, since...

Since twenty six years ago, when you had made a very difficult choice.

Perhaps the only time you'll ever be thankful for being a bastard in this camps is when it had granted you the privacy to make such a choice. Nobody cares if a bastard child dies, male or otherwise.

It had made you dispensable and therefore, unnoticeable.

Nobody noticed when one more begging child, one more hungry face, went missing. And certainly nobody paid any mind when one more turned up again — hair cut down to the scalp, bleeding in places from the shoddy cut, and a gritty determination in their eyes.

No, in fact, the only time people started noticing you was when you started tasting the mixture of blood and dirt, knocked down in a fight you knew you had no chance of winning.

You had started it. Pushed your way into the group of boys and shoved one, hard. Fought back as best you could with half formed fists that quickly got pushed into the mud and held there as the boy you shoved wailed on you, hit after hit after hit.

By the time he had been pulled off you, your mouth was a river of blood and your face ached in a way you had never felt before.

The very bone of your skull felt bruised. Your nose was definitely broken. You wanted to cry but even scrunching your face up hurt too much. It was impossible to think anything beyond pure pain.

The group of boys were sneering as they left you in a crumpled heap on the ground, kicking mud in your direction and hissing the word bastard.

But not one mention of you being anything other than that.

Just a bastard. No slighted comment at being a female, at not being worthy of a fight for that reason.

In the Illyrian Mountains, being a bastard gave you very little in the manner of food, things, and choices. If you managed to survive past childhood, that is.

If you could scrape around for food to fill a belly that never seemed to stop growling and manage not succumb to icy embrace of the winter in the mountains, there was very little waiting for you. Even less so, if you weren't a male.

Males, at the very least, could fight for a sliver of something better.

And wasn't that just the Illyrian way? If you can fight, if you can beat and claw your way to the top, it's worth something. It's the only way to gain respect. To earn it, even when you came from nothing.

For you? Living past childhood would mean getting your greatest love torn from you.

You had seen half a dozen clippings before the age of ten. It was said that other camps littered throughout Illyria tended to be more gracious. Did it in private. Healers on hand. No excessive force.

But you'd believe that when you saw it — clippings were brutal.

Females having experienced their first blood were dragged out into the middle of camp, some kicking and screaming, others a ghostly quiet. Everybody watched and nobody stepped in, no matter the pleas.

You, no older than eight years old, had stared at the bloody patch left on the ground til your vision had blurred. It was crimson, mixing with the dirt of the earth. Beneath it was this horrid scorched brown colour.

Old blood.

The final straw for you had been Adesi— Lord Mylind's own daughter. You're not sure when or why some part of your had become convinced that she might be spared. That because her father held rank and could bend certain rules, that she might escape the fate you so feared for yourself.

She hadn't. Lord Mylind had done the clipping himself.

And she hadn't cried or fussed. There hadn't been a struggle, just this soft weeping as she kept her eyes on the ground, every pained sound that passed her lips lined with a bitter resignation of knowing this was always coming.

It had stoked a simmering ember within you — a furiously upset flame that burned hotter and hotter, til you were trembling with the force of it. Forced to watch yet another girl stripped of her freedom. Polished up for breeding stock.

If Adesi wouldn't be spared, neither would you. The future, you could see, was growing impossibly bleaker and would continue down that path if nothing radical appeared to change its course.

You had cut your hair that same very night.

It was a shit job. Trying to get it as short as you could manage without a mirror or proper tools to do so proved incredibly difficult. The lack of proper shelter didn't help either.

Bandages you were stock-piling for Mother knows what were used to bind your chest. Then you spent the rest of the night time scouring the mountain-side for those bitter herbs on the mere hope that the rumour that they would keep you from bleeding held an inkling of truth.

The next day had been the day you got into your very first fight.

The first of many. Lord Mylind didn't take kindly to bastards, especially when you paled in comparison to the size of the other novices. You had been refused to be allowed to join training the first time you had tried, his cold eyes narrowed with a cruel curl of his upper lip.

But you had, perhaps, what no one else did.

No other way forward. No other choice.

Every part of you that yearned to keep your beautiful wings, to keep your freedom, your autonomy, was channeled into your intense drive. You would not be so easily dissuaded.

You trained day and night, working up weak muscles til they hardened beneath your skin. Without proper training, it was nowhere near as efficient as it could've been. There was no-one there to soothe the aches of your growing pains, nor the sores that came with hitting the ground time and time again as you honed the balance and fluidity of your body.

A season passed. Your drive did not falter— not when half a dozen more females got clipped in that same period. A wedge drove itself between your ribs, attempting to crack open your chest; a heavy guilt at what they experienced... what you could not yet prevent.

It pushed you to train harder than before.

It took seven whole months of solitary training before Lord Mylind reluctantly allowed you to join the ranks— forced to when you disarmed and wiped the floor with Brudam in the ring to prove yourself.

By that time, the list of clipped females had climbed to nearly fifty. You kept track of every single one, forty-eight notches carved into your soul for every person you failed to protect from a terrible fate.

It killed you having to bide your time.

To train alongside the males of the camp who detested you as they did any such bastard. To hear their uncaring jeers of the clippings as they flaunted their own wings proudly. There was no shortage of things to stoke the fire within you, fury burning through every cell in your body. There was no distraction from the ultimate goal.

But between Lord Mylind's abysmal training, geared specifically at you, the purposeful way other warriors wouldn't hesitate to kick you while you were down, and having nobody else in your corner, you had no other choice.

Routines formed. Train. Eat. Train. Scrounge for ingredients, for knowledge, anything on healing tonics. Fail miserably at making anything. Chew the bitter herbs. Train. Sleep. Wake. Train.

Loneliness became a familiar companion.

Every creak in the dark was a potential threat that came looking to see if they could knock the unwelcome bastard out of the ranks. You learned to not just how to duel, but how to brawl and win. To fight dirty. To come out as unscathed as possible.

Your first bleed did eventually come, bitter leaves be damned.

They had done a decent job. They had given you a few crucial years to establish yourself as a worthy fighter, not to be messed with, and enough time to build the shelter you now called home.

It had been a saving grace. If you had been out and exposed, if any of the males in town came sniffing for a fight and felt entitled enough to challenge you, the lie that kept you safe would've come tumbling down like a house of cards.

All those years turned to ash. Wasted. For nothing.

And the only thing that terrified you more than that was... what you were certain they would inflict upon you if they ever found out.

In some of your worst nightmares, they do much worse than just clip you. They take them from you— saw them from your back, splintering bone and tearing muscle, not caring if you cry or scream — not caring if you die.

Around you, your wings give a shiver as if they could feel the ghost of pain that still lurked from your nightmare. You curl them up tighter around you. A blanket of softness, of warmth, finally breaks the chill on your skin.

Routine was easy. Your terror was manageable based on the familiarity of your life. The fact that you had nobody to lean on meant everything, every pillar of comfort, of tough love, of the extra push when you needed it, came from within.

Slipping away from training to deal with the excruciating agony of your cycle was a necessity, even if it pained you to do so. Avoidance of the Blood Rite was born from that too. It was too great a risk— too much time spent that you couldn't ever be sure wouldn't overlap with your cycle.

Besides, you already had the biggest target on your back — the label of bastard giving you more than your fair share of enemies.

They would hunt you down on the first night. That you had no doubt about. The killing would be slow and merciless. To you, the Blood Rite was just another brand of nightmares.

All this dread had become second-nature, stitched into the fabric of your angry and miserable life which seemed to exist against all odds. You were cursed with an ambition that would not let you rest. A compassion that drove you to keep training, to help others more than just yourself.

You were singular. A lone ranger who relied on nothing but your own instincts to keep getting you through the day.

You were solitary. You were lonely.

And yet, within the last month, something else had barrelling into your life and altered its course.

A Shadowsinger.

A Shadowsinger with hazel eyes that dance with mirth and a rueful smile that comes out far too easily for the battle-hardened soldier you know him to be. He's a conundrum. A mentor and a damn hard-ass when it came to training but also someone you could trust.

Calling him a friend felt too close.

A tenative ally, perhaps. A companion, even.

And the fact you can trust him — the fact that you do trust him — is perhaps the biggest change of them all.

All of your routines have been suddenly altered.

Because now, unlike ever before, there's someone there in the morning. Someone to notice your absences. To come looking when it takes longer to drag yourself out of fitful sleep. To comment on the circles under your eyes and roll back the punches accordingly.

He brings the things you need, a sudden plentiful stash of ingredients you wouldn't have dreamed of affording. The good stuff that makes a difference in the potency of a healing tonic. In turn, your feeble attempts at concocting have begun to produce far more useful results.

He brings food too.

No point in all this training if you look like your bones will snap. He had said, almost dismissively as he summoned the abundance of food from within that pocket in the shadow realm. You had been too startled by that alone to question how much he had brought with him.

A fucking feast. Enough food to last you at least half the year, if you stretched it.

Some withered, bitter part of you had shriveled up when you saw it. Your mouth watered and your stomach ached and yet still, you couldn't help how you snapped at him.

I don't want your pity.

Azriel had leveled you with a stare, his shadows roaming about his shoulders like wisps of smoke. He tilted his head to the side an inch, as if trying to pick apart the reasoning for you being so standoffish.

It's not a handout. It's part of our deal. Like I said, there's no point training you if you're starving all the while.

You bristled as his tone, even if there wasn't a hint of condescension to it. It was strong and sure.

When you still hadn't moved, Azriel had spoken once more. It's okay. To eat. I understand that generosity is not something you are familiar with but not eating will not help any of them. Getting stronger will.

He had spoken as if he knew that exact reservation on your mind — the sheer unfairness of having a platter served up to gorge yourself sick on, when so many others... So many others had nothing.

Eat. Azriel had murmured, turning for the door. He had paused just like he had on that first ever night, one scarred hand on the door. Please.

A particularly loud whirl of the Mother's Kiss outside shakes you from the memory.

You blink hard. Your wings twitch and curl in even closer as you realise you've been looking at the door. Looking at where he had stood all those nights ago.

That conversation had been in the first week of knowing Azriel. Back when you were still so wary it was impossible to not raise your hackles when he came knocking at your door, no matter how friendly he had seemed. Friendly, but not harmless you knew.

It took time to stop being constantly on guard around him. But if your lack of trust and general frostiness bothered Azriel, he never let you know.

And now... now you've known him for nearly a month.

A month of routine with him in it. With sparring in the morning, tiring yet rewarding drills beneath the winter sun, and quiet conversations in the evenings, his hazel eyes competing with the crackling fire with how they set your heart ablaze. A month of companionship.

A month, the first month in years, not spent entirely alone.

In the cool night air, knees pulled to your chest, something tugs at your throat at the knowledge he won't be back in the morning.

Last night, after an evening spent in comfortable company where you finally heard him laugh for the first time ever and nearly melted at the sound, he had told you he would be returning to Velaris.

Temporarily, he added on hastily at the flash of surprise in your eyes.

Business with the High Lord. Reports and assessments to deliver. I's to dot and t's to cross.

He assured you he would be back in a day or two, certainly no more than three. He had left ample food and generous tonic ingredients, with all the assurances to continue practicing during the evening.

With no Azriel, you had no reason to avoid training with the rest of camp.

Maybe that was why this particular nightmare had plagued you tonight. Something curdled up in your gut at the thought of returning to your old routine— another part relishes in how you will get to stand your ground as a better, hardier warrior now. To prove yourself worthy of the specialty training you were receiving.

You huff out a small sigh in the dark.

There's no telling what time it is. You force yourself to sit back, easing back into your bed gently til you're lying back under the makeshift duvet you have. It's moth-eaten and seen better days. You snuggle beneath it anyway.

It's been a long time since you've missed anyone, you think forlornly.

The thought surprises you. Staring at the ceiling, your brows furrow and you close your eyes but the truth of it rings clear throughout your very being. Undeniable.

The Shadowsinger has somehow wiggled into your life, burrowed into your routine and has begun to mean something to you. And when he's gone, you... miss him.

Your eyes flash back open, glaring up at the ceiling, and you huff as if that will change that fact.

Rolling over, you pull the duvet in closer, your arms tucking into your chest snugly. Your bed is a bit too small for someone with wings and they ache because of it. Sleep trickles back into your system, dragging your lids down.

As you fall into sleep, some part of you realises, faintly, that you haven't had anyone to miss in a long, long, time.

This time when you dream, it’s of hazel eyes.

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#i hope that even tho there's no interactions this chapter u still enjoy it!!! well there is but they're all in the past #just think.... at some point all this horrible backstory... is gonna have to come out #im vibrating in my seat thinking about writing the scene where he figures it out #GAWSH im so excited for it!!#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger x you #azriel acotar #azriel fic #azriel fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar #azriel fanfic

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ebysse · 1 year

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after work..

#IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SKETCH but 4hr later……#this entire thing is an excuse to draw them leather shoes. straight up. hope you enjoy them as much as i #very self indulgent aha #yes he is just a little bit yassified #mine #severus snape #snape #hp fanart #still playing around w lineart and colouring styles……good practice tho TT

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snoofins · 6 months

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i bring to you sort-of references of every single one of my PMD heroes, both from the games and from my original story!!!

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd oc #tapioca cyndaquil #toffee eevee #pippa pikachu #shiloh riolu #rui riolu #i hope you enjoy them as much as i do they are all my precious little guys #oh yea!! also #casper and sprout are definitely not retired ill still post them sometimes i just started a new psmd file and fell in love with that team..#also also ill draw all their partners soon #this took me a while tho gimme like 3 years

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stsgsk · 6 months

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Thinking about Satoru With A Short(er) S/O

Fem Reader | Fluff | Sorceress Reader | ~2940 words

To the surprise of a grand total of zero people, Satoru teases you. To make it worst, it's nothing original either.

Example 1:

"Where's my S/O gone?" He asks, like you're not literally standing in front of him. But it's not his fault. If he look straight ahead, his eyes totally misses you.

Example 2:

"How's the weather down there?" He proceeds to bend down on your level and look around. "Yeah, this kind of sucks. You should try my altitude sometime. Sun feels a lot better"

He ignores the heat from your glare.

Example 3:

He's also tried using you as an arm rest. Emphasis on tried.

"Your crotch is literally within my punching range" you tell him once, and only once.

He doesn't use you as an arm rest anymore.

Ironically enough, he'll shut down anyone else teasing you, especially if it makes you uncomfortable. Teasing you is an S/O only privilege, exclusive to him.

Oh, and of course he has all sorts of nicknames for you. He tried 'knee-height' once, and you kicked him in the shin.

He has you saved as 'Shortie' on his phone. You saved him as '10-tier drying rack'.

If you're on the quieter side, you've definitely scared him at some point. Sometimes, he's genuinely not aware you're there and looks down and just sees you down and actually gets a mini heart attack.

"Oh crap!" He says after he's jumped back a good few feet, clutching his chest. "How long have you been there for? Are you trying to scare me or something?"

No. No, you weren't. You had literally been standing next to him for at least ten minutes.

Even worse, sometime he just straight up walks into you because he's not paying attention to where's he's going and just straight up walks into you, sending both of you toppling over.

"We've got to stop meeting like this" he says, smirking as he looks down at you. You're lying on the ground, and he's on top of you.

"Satoru. This so the fifth time this week. Get off me right now"

He gets better though! Don’t give up on him!

So, about you two walking.

It really didn't work out for a while

His long longs meant he walked faster and in longer strides. Your shorter legs meant the exact opposite

At one point you actually gave up walking together for some time because it was a genuine piss-take. Satoru would be walking and talking and he'd asking your opinion only to realise you were still 5 traffic stops behind him

You used to try jogging to keep up with him but that also took the piss because you didn't ask for a work out

So after convincing you to give it another go, you and Satoru tried again and worked on it.

He started walking a lot slower for you. It was definitely awkward at first, uncomfortable even since it really wasn't his normal walking pace.

But when he saw how happy you were you two could actually have a conversation while talking, that you were no longer just staring at his back as he spoke and you could actually see his facial expressions and he could see yours, he decided it was worth it. Soon enough, it became second nature.

Of course, you contributed to this effort too. You did work on your walking, getting faster too. Satoru assured you that you didn't need to go too fast or anything, since he didn't want you worn out, so you got to a faster speed you were comfortable with.

So you two just walk and talk together a whole bunch now. Honestly, every time you two walk alone together is a date at this point.

Speaking of dates, he loves taking you out to the city because it’s bustling with so much life. But of course, there's the issue consisting of your height, crowded places, and you two get separated the first time you have a city date

He’s so dramatic when he loses you in crowded places. It was inevitable, given you two were literally in Tokyo. But he is actually panicking. Like, he lost you. He actually lost you.

He's so silly, he's calling out your name and showing a picture of you (his lock screen) to every stranger he comes across in hopes of finding you.

There's obviously no need for him to worry, you're a very capable sorceress, and a very capable person.

What happened is either:

a) You call him and ask him where he is. You literally told him you were going into that store on the left three stop lights ago.

It’s not his fault he's so tall, and Tokyo is so loud that he couldn't catch what you were saying. He probably didn't even know you had been talking to him

"Well, if you grew like an extra few inches, I definitely would have heard you"

You punched him in the arm for that

Or b) you really did fall behind and swept away by the busy Tokyo people, and you only end up finding him because he's causing a big scene and kind strangers directed you to my boyfriend

"Satoru, I'm here" You say, waving at him as you approach. “We’re such idiots. We should have just called each other-“

"Oh, thank goodness." He embraces you in a bone crushing hug. "We're holding hands from now on, every time we're in public. I'm not losing you again"

And if you're fine with it, you two really do end up holding hands whenever you're in public. It's nice, holding his hand.

Speaking of hands, the size difference? Satoru can't get over it. He gushes over it every time. He'll just come up to you randomly and stick his hand forward, your queue to press your hand against his. He'll slip his fingers between yours, give you a gentle squeeze, and won't let go.

He laughs when you mention how you're starting to get neck pain from looking up at his face all the time

So he starts to get down in that silly goofy pose he does for Megumi so you can look down at him.

"Looking up, looking down, it'll balance out that neck ache of yours"

He really didn't mind doing this for you. He actually enjoys it. He loves seeing your face when he’s looking down at you, and when he’s looking up at you. He’s notices difference things when he’s in these different position, the crinkle of skin around your eye when you laugh when he looks down at you, the way your lips stick out when you’re annoyed when he looks up at you. He really is enamoured by you.

But when you two started kissing and hugging, he started to understand your point when he has to bend down to kiss you.

Don't get him wrong, he loves you and loves kissing you, but it's really not ideal (and he's starting to get some of that pain you were talking about)

So he comes up with a solution: His infinity!

He uses it to get you to float up, so you're at a much nicer height for both of you to kiss.

This is different to when you two kiss standing with him bending down to kiss you.

It's the way you're eye level that makes both your stomachs flutter in a new way. It’s the way your nose brushes against each other in this slightly different angle that makes both your breaths catch. It’s the way your lips meet, as you drape your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close that makes both your hearts race.

Yes, this becomes the new norm.

Ah, he also loves kissing you when he's sat down, and you're standing. Oh, and when you're sat on his laps and kissing him? Or, even better, when you're both laying down and kissing? He’s excited to kiss you every time.

One time, Satoru wants to take you out on a shopping date. He think it would be cute to pick out clothes for each other. He expects you to agree, and is surprised when you turn it down.

You explain how hard it is to but clothes and shoes because of your height. It's either too long, too tight, too ugly, or just not right for you and shopping really was a pain for you.

As soon as you're done ranting, he's already looking for a personal seamstress and shoe maker for you.

"What?" you ask, incredulous as he explains to you what you’re doing. "Baby, no. There's no need for that."

"Baby, yes" he corrects you. "There is literally every need for that"

He's not taking no for an answer. You deserve to find the right clothes for you as much as anyone else. You shouldn't have to settle for what fits, you should be confident and happy to wear your clothes.

Besides, he has lots of money. It would make sense to spend it on his S/O

So yeah, all your clothes fit now, and you're seriously grateful. You tell Satoru all the time, but he can tell even without you telling him. The way you seem so much happier in the clothes you've always wanted to wear makes it obvious.

And Satoru makes sure to go all out. Its way better quality than any other clothes you have. It will literally last over a life time

Satoru also takes this as an opportunity for you two to match outfits and he absolutely loves it.

It's literally a requirement for you two to match and look good. He makes sure to text you when you two are going to hang out to make sure you're both coordinating.

Satoru: So it's yellow today, right?

You: Yeah. You pick mine, I'll pick yours?

Satoru: Deal

And yes, you two are very stylish. Fashion icons. Couple goals, but that was already a given even before the matching outfits.

He loves to grab things for you. Will tease you a little about it, but he does enjoy doing things for you. If you'd rather be more independent, he'll offer to use his infinity to give you a leg up of sorts, or you'd use a stool or climb on something he'll make sure you don't fall

"Is that really safe?" he can't help but ask, making sure to be alert in case you even wobble slightly on the stool.

You wave off his concerns. "It's fine. I'm basically a pro at this"

Satoru also reaches for your clothes at the bottom of the washing machine and the ice cream at the bottom of your freezer for you, because he’s seen the Olympic level gymnastic just to reach them and is both impressed and concerned you'll hurt yourself somehow.

If you need a leg up somewhere but you want to be independant and you two are in public, he will let you use him as a stepping stool. He will get on all fours so you can step on his back and do what you have to do. It's fine though, His infinity means you’re not actually touching him it's not like his clothes will get dirty so don’t worry, and he doesn't feel you stepping on him. He promises its no big deal.

He got you an oversized teddy bear this one time. It's literally the size of you, if not bigger. He was really proud of himself for getting it for you until you started cuddling it more.

"Come on" he pouts. "I'm literally right here"

If you don't give into his demands, he'll whine and whine until you do. He loves to cuddle you. He loves wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close. As he keeps you warm ans safe in his hold, he can't resist the urge to give you a flurry of kisses on the face. He's a weak man when it comes to you.

And if you decide to be the big spoon? He sometimes gives into the urges to pinch your cheek. It's just really cute to him how you want to hold him despite being the shorter one. Bonus points if you're the big spoon. Either way, he's a very happy man when he's with you like this.

If you're mad at him, either he gets down on the floor or you get a chair piled with pillows so that you're looking down at him as you do and then start scolding at him. If you’re extra mad at him, you do both.

If he's mad at you, he's going to be so petty.

He'll pull a: "what? I can't hear you from up here"

Or worse, if other people are there, he’ll turn to them and be like: "You guys hear something?"

He always make sure you’re at the front of group pictures so you're actually in the shot. If you'd rather not be, he'll either use his infinity to make you float so you're seen in the picture, or if you want, he'll sit down with you as everyone else stands so you’re not the odd one out.

When you're sitting down and your feet don't reach the ground, you can use his legs as a leg rest. He doesn't mind, he wants you comfortable.

Or you can lean on him when you're tired, and he wraps an arm around you and keeps you in a secure hold.

"I've got you" he says to you quietly. He always treats you tenderly when you're worn out. "You can rest now." He says, kissing the top of your head.

If you let him, he'll carry you bridal style. Or any style.

He also loves giving you piggy back rides. Especially when you’ve both got to get somewhere faster.

"It's faster babe" he says, as though he literally couldn't just teleport you both instead or at least get there a lot faster with his infinity. He's just using it as an excuse to hold you, because he loves holding you.

You two tried sharing blankets once, and you didn't do that again for a long time. The blanket distribution did not work between you both because of your height differences. Plus, if either of you tugged on the blanket, the other was missing out.

But then he once saw you could wrap your blanket around yourself multiple times like a cocoon.

Firsts thought: 'Aww, so cute'

Second thought: 'Wait, this is possible?'

He's forgotten you could actually do that, he's been tall for that long.

So he buys a gigantic blanket so he can cocoon himself into too, so now you're both two cute caterpillars cocooned up together.

This blanket was also big enough for both of you, so you finally did manage to get to share a blanket. It was definitely one of you two's favourite memories together, and became a thing you two did often.

One time you both went on a date and came across a Face In Hole board. Unfortunately, you couldn't reach to get your face in because you weren’t tall enough.

Whether you expressed or not, Satoru knows you're disappointed. And Satoru is not going to have a disappointed S/O on his watch

He buys the necessary supplies, and works to create a face in hole board for you both, one that works for both your heights.

And when he shows you, you're so touched.

He painted on the board two silly looking curses with the hole the right height for you both. When the photos were taken and you look back at them, you could really tell he put a lot of work into and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated him.

That became you're new lock screen.

He laughs when you're too short for shade board in the car so it can't block out the sun for you and you're just keep getting attacked by sun rays. So, he lends you his sunglasses, and always does so when you need them.

When public mirror are too high up for you so you can't check your reflection, you rely on Satoru to help maintain you’re appearance.

"A little smudge here" he says, wiping it away with his thumb. "And you've got a few hair out of place. It's cute, though. I think you should keep it that way. No? You want me to fix it? Got it."

When there's some sort of crowd and you can't see what everyone's looking at because everyone's too tall and all you can see is their backs, Satoru lets you get on his shoulder so you can both see.

You know those couple pictures where it just shows their shoes? Satoru posted one once of you both. However, given how your large height difference translates into your shoe size difference, the comments go like this:

Sh0k0: Is that a child?

You: .

Satoru: No, it's y/n >:(

Sh0k0: I am so sorry

Suguru: help i cant stop laughing

There was one time you came back from a mission. Satoru heard that you failed. Thinking the worse, he came rushing to find you. You were in one piece, but clearly down. He asks you what happened, and he expects, well, something serious, he supposes.

He didn't expect to be bursting out in laughter when you tell him you tried exorcizing a weak curse, but the curse got on a higher ledge and you couldn't reach him

He laughs so hard it was basically an ab workout.

After he recovers from his laughing fit (he actually never did, he bursts out giggling every few minutes as he remembers), he goes back with you back to the place your mission was

But not to exorcize the curse for you. No, he knows you can do that by yourself.

He uses his infinity to jump onto the ledge where the curse still was, proceeds to kick the crap out of the curse, knocking it off the ledge and send it tumbling on the ground in front of you.

"You've got it from here, babe"

And that's how you completed your mission that day. Yes, you wrote that, word for word, in your report. You felt bad for whoever had to wrap your head around your report, you really did.

Satoru hates it when people underestimate you as a sorceress or as a person because of your height. And he's livid if someone puts you down for it.

He's your biggest cheerleader and you're biggest defender. He'll always be the first person to vouch for how amazing and strong you are.

Because you are, and he makes sure to tell you that every day. Whether you're insecure about your height, or you don't give it a second thought, not a day goes by he makes sure to tell you how valuable you are as a person, and how much you are worth.

TLDR: Satoru is absolutely in love with you. That's all there is to it.

#fem reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #thanks for the love on the first post <3 #second post!#there are spacing issues here :( I'll try and fix em #i imagined teen gojo in this tho but adult gojo should work too #still figuring tumblr out and how imma lay out my posts #anywho #hope you enjoyed!#thank you for reading <3

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mintcrash · 3 months

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Nightwing Fancomic : ROOFTOPS (Part 4)

Final part! Thanks so much for reading my first (ever) comic!

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#nightwing #fancomic #dc comics #dc #nightwing fanart #short comic #this took months L #i mean i took a break in the middle there but still-#it was fun tho!#I learnt things #hope you enjoyed!

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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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The eggs are asleep, and finally Philza and Missa can catch a moment to themselves. Unfortunately, catching that moment means admitting to the injuries they have been hiding from their children - fussing over scratches while having arrowheads lodged next to your spine is the duty of a parent on Quesadilla Island, but an exhausting one.

Missa's quick fingers manage to pull said arrowhead from Philza's back, the momentary flash of pain causing him to nearly drop the iodine solution. He doesn't, though, just a little stain on the floorboards, and so he continues applying it to the wound in Missa's leg.

He barely notices the scratch of a needle against his back, but Missa cannot help but whine as the gauze is pressed against his wound.

"I hate it here," Missa manages, thankfully in English as Philza is in no position to twist and see his translator. "Why is everything trying to kill us?"

"The island fucking hates us, is why," Philza grouches, reaching over for a bandage. He's managed to get Missa's leg to stop bleeding, but it should still be covered. "Enjoy the island my ass."

Missa giggles a bit, even as he tapes a dressing in place over the arrow wound. He says something in Spanish which is definitely too fast for Philza to parse; he tries to turn and look, only to be gently pressed back into position.

"It's nothing," Missa assures him. "But the skeletons! Why are they so bad?"

"The skeletons aren't even the worst of it," Philza groans back. "If you ever see glowing eyes and nothing else? Run."

There's a long pause, and Philza hopes that Missa understands the severity of his warning - a Nightmare Stalker is exactly that, and Philza knows Missa is not nearly equipped to handle one. If he struggles as he does, he doesn't want to think about how his partner would suffer in his stead.

"It's okay," Missa pats his shoulder a few times, leaning around his wings to do so. "I'm good at running. It's my special talent!"

"You're good at a lot of things," Philza promises.

Missa doesn't reply; this time when Philza turns, he is allowed to. His entire body aching he sits himself up and twists himself around, taking Missa's face him his hands.

"You are so good," he promises. "So, so good. There's nobody else I would want to raise my eggs with."

There's more on the tip of his tongue; Philza quashes it as Missa closes his eyes, rest of his expression hidden by his mask.

Philza can see Missa struggle with his words for a bit - he's always amazed how someone can make themselves understood in two languages - before eventually receiving, "you are the best egg father."

"We have the best egg child," he retorts.

"We do!" Missa's entire body language perks up. "Chayanne is the best egg child, and he is ours. We are so lucky."

"We really are."

Philza isn't sure when it happens, but eventually he realises that he has leant forward, his forehead resting against Missa's mask. He closes his eyes and savours it, feeling as Missa loosely places his arms across his bare back - Philza needs his for support, one either side of Missa's hips and taking his weight, but otherwise he would do much the same.

The two of them stay in silence for a while, savouring each other's presence. The pain is still there, from protecting their children, and yet... In a simple house of oak and glass, for a moment it is all peace.

"Run away with me."

This is not how Philza had ever meant to bring it up, but the words slip out of their own accord.

Missa startles, eyes wide and spine straight as he blinks himself out of the peaceful haze, "qué?!"

"Run away with me," he shifts so he can see all of Missa's face, taking both of his partner's hands in his own. "Take the children, and run away. Find a way off this island, and to another world - one where the skeletons are the /only/ thing to worry about. I'll build you another house and we'll make it a home. Any colour you like, with a fence and walls and real bedrooms and a kitchen for Chayanne and gardens for Tallulah... You can have your own music room and kick Wilbur out for trying to steal your guitar, and we can sit on the roof in the moonlight and you can sing and I'll dance with the children asleep beneath us and no risk of zombie horsemen on our tail."

"But how-" a small whine catches in Missa's throat. "How do we get away? They said we cannot leave."

"There's always a way to leave," Philza says. "We just have to find it."

There's hands in his wings, and Philza startles.

"Your wings are so big... If they healed, you could fly away," Missa says, something wishful in his tone. "Up and up and far, far away, so far they could never catch you."

"And leave you behind?" he asks.

"You'd come back for Chayanne. And I... I could follow you then?"

"Even if something happens to Chayanne, I'd come back for you," Philza promises. "I won't leave you here, not in this hell."

"You wouldn't leave anyone here, if you could help it."

"Probably," Philza admits. "But I wouldn't come back for them, not if I didn't know I could escape again - I'd come back for you."

"I'll wait for you," Missa seems almost to melt in Philza's touch, whimpering as he curls in on him. Philza isn't even sure what he said wrong, just that his egg partner is clinging to him, whimpering.

"We might not always be together," he tries to reassure. "But I will always come back for you - I'll always find you. There's no point in running away if we don't run away together; if some day I /can/ fly away, I'd only do it to come back with help."

The whimpering turns to sobbing, and Philza adjusts his position to hold Missa properly. The hands in his feathers dig deep - one finger catches on some tape holding one of the litany of dressings in place - but Philza just holds Missa and worries.

Why this reaction? Was it something he said?

He stops talking just in case; Missa clearly wants a hug, so he just holds him, understanding only odd words of the broken fragments of Spanish between the sobs.

Eventually the tears slow; Missa pulls away, still sniffling.

"And... Spreen can come?"

"He can live next door, if he wants," Philza promises; it'll be a little hard to negotiate with Fit, but interpersonal drama is just a part of life. "A whole new town for /everyone/ - all of the islanders, and all of our friends. Maybe if we let his ex in Forever will even stop hitting on me."

That earns a laugh, if a bit of a wet one.

"I want to dance with you," Missa says.

"With no zombie riders," Philza promises. "Maybe tomorrow we could dance a bit at the Favela? But, one day, we'll do it somewhere safe."

"On the roof, under the moon?"

"I'll make a roof specially designed for it."

The tears slow some more, and Missa drops to actually lie on the bed.

"Do you really think we'll escape?" Missa turns to Philza and asks. "We broke the Wall, and the Federation-"

Philza moves to lie beside him - on his front while Missa is on his back - and takes a hand. "We will. I promise."

"But-"

"Someone cleverer than us will work it out," he smiles to Missa. "We've just got to survive while they do."

"And if they don't?"

"Then I'll burn the Federation to the ground."

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #genuinely can't tell if shippy or not #happy end au #little bit of character injury #they're both a bit tired so its less 'I have a plan' and more 'I have a dream'#still comes after the one with Fit tho #Missa doesn't need details he needs hope #they went out with chayanne and tallulah and archer skeletons happened #hence ows #the early spanish philza doesn't catch is missa going 'yes i do enjoy your ass its one of the best things on the island'#or words to that effect #just silly but too flirty for him to be comfy with it being understood #“run away with me” = I love you #“I won't leave you here” = I love you #I'd come back for you = I love you I love you I love you #“I'll wait for you” = I trust you I love you I want you #Philza's just not very good at saying feelings and Missa says them very fast in Spanish so Philza doesn't understand #(I love you can take many forms and still be love)#something something the irony of philza being the one who says I'll come back and Missa the one saying I'll wait #but genuinely the promise works both ways in this specific context

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n0bluev · 1 month

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(eyes only 4 u)

EDIT: HI IM IRRATIONALLY ANGRY AT THIS DRAWING HAVE SOME COLOUR BLORBSIFICATIONS

#crunchy ah (slightly edited for my sanity) screenshot i took from the procreate timelapse #its so different to the 'final product [linked in “+”]' cuz i kinda ended up scratching the whole thing and sketching on top at the end lol #the process of drawing this was PAINFUL (was fighting for dear life against art block at the time)#but while checking the (painful. awful.) timelapse i kinda went 'hm. the eye kinda popped right tho...'#so i took that and went beep boop to fix it just a bit and im posting this too enjoy #呪術廻戦 #五条悟 #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #satosugu #gojo fanart #gojo satoru fanart #gojo #stsg #and yeah. i was messing with artstyles (and failing and crying-) and still am so... uh hope u like the art and that you can see details tha #make my art mine even when i cant rly see or appreciate it myself lol #that being said art is bound to improve and evolve with time and life so im not too worried ^^ (artblock still sucks tho hah)#+ the glasses are crooked / in a wrong angle and I KNEW THIS WHILE DRAWING BUT WAS TOO DARN LAZY + ratio (YEAH! RATIO!!)

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ahagisborn · 3 months

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I typed up an impassioned rant yesterday about some family bullshit that I'm in the middle of but by the time I was done I wasn't Yosemite Sam-levels of angry anymore, but just quietly frustrated and sad so I'll post the gist (bc I do still need attention and I think my mom is sick of talking to me)

my cousin's husband's mom had knee surgery on Thursday, but they also left for vacation on Thursday? I guess they thought she'd have inpatient rehab, but said cousin's husband would come home early if needed. well obviously she got discharged to home the next day and I started getting texts from my cousin about how much money flights back were. I told them all I couldn't be the "on-call" person for this but I guess they decided they could just disregard that and now cousin's husband is not coming home until next weekend and I am indeed the "on-call" person for this? which I know from my cousin's husband's mom asking me to do all this shit I said I couldn't do, as my cousin has stopped texting me and her husband NEVER ONCE texted me

#okay this was still a rant lmao but you should've seen the state of the one yesterday. i had smoke coming out of my ears #i just feel so disrespected it's unreal. like i guess i'll just go fuck myself then?#thankfully my other cousin (cousin's brother) is here and he got roped into the horseshit so he's helping me out but this is not our fuckin #job. we're not her children. strong case for having more than one kid tho as backup if your one is a fucking flop.#when i picked her up she was saying she didn't want to stress him out and that he should just enjoy his vacation. well i hope it's the wors #worst vacation he's ever had and he gets stung by a jellyfish and has diarrhea on the plane

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waterfallofspace · 9 months

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When H/awks gets a voice message from D/abi, he doesn't have a clue what he's getting into. (Strongly implied kink!Hawks)

First H/otwings wav~ (and content at all~). It's nothing super big, just a little idea I've had for a bit, and I had time to throw something together~ Mayyybe the fact (most of) it's a voice message can forgive the quality issues? <3

#waterfallwav #I've been wanting to do another wav for a little bit #and finally got the house free to record!#i find their voices SO much fun #even if im not GOOD at them #i have a blast trying hahaha~#also wanna give a lil 'in-the-tags' thank you to people who have requested wavs #or given feedback to any of them!!#it really means so much to know people not only LIKE them #but care enough to say 'hey- heres my suggestion on what to work on to get better'#im the type to not realllly believe compliments (even tho i do APPRECIATE them)#so having someone (especially someone ID consider talented at it)#be like hey. this is how you can get better but its still good either way #that means the world to me <333 #ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'll stop rambling in these tags hahaha~#you know who you are and if you see this- thank you <3 #thanks for listening and I hope you enjoy!!#d/abi #h/otwings #h/awks

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lyney-s-bitch · 10 months

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Could I ask for Domestic Isagi hcs? Please and thank you ❤️

you can ask for anything my darling😌♥️

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Isagi Yoichi - domestic/fluff hcs || sfw

• absolutely needs his 5 minutes with you in the morning (preferably more than that tho)

• he will set an earlier alarm just so he has more time to snuggle up to you and just enjoy your presence before starting his day (will get grumpy asf if he doesn’t get that, rip his poor teammates lol)

• is generally very torn between wanting to show you off to everyone and keeping you hidden and all to himself

• he isn’t exactly "jealous" of you talking to other guys, he’s merely convinced that they don’t even deserve your presence and attention, especially when he can tell their intentions are less than pure

• whenever the two of you are going out, he’ll always keep a hand on you in some way, both to show everyone that you’re indeed his and as a subtle way to reassure both you and himself that you’re safe

• one of his nicknames for you is "my polished gem" (in reference to Ego’s way of addressing the Blue Lockers) bc as cliche as it is, in Isagi’s eyes you’re nothing short of perfect just as you are

• apart from that and the casual "babe"/"baby", his favorite pet names for you are "sweetness" and "my angel", which pretty much sums up how he sees you, even if it’s far from the truth (in your eyes at least)

• he insists on good-luck-kisses before each and every match if his team still loses he’ll just blame it on his teammates LMAO

• on a very confident day, Isagi once asked you to help him work out by sitting on his back while he’s doing pushups, but that backfired badly and mans got HUMBLED💀💀

• the funniest thing is him trying to comfort YOU and convincing YOU after the fact that it was not because you’re too heavy😭👋🏼

• unlike Otoya or Aiku, Isagi is not a player off the field, and he won’t fall for just anyone either, but when he does he falls HARD; he is the definition of "a fool in love"

• is absolutely weak to you giving him puppy eyes, he rarely denies you anything as is, but even if there’s something he refuses to do or give you… puppy eyes and a bit of whining will most likely do the trick

• you will often catch him just staring at you doing the most mundane of things, and when you question him he’ll say smth along the lines of "I just still can’t believe how damn lucky I got by landing you" (pls give him a "have you ever been shat on by a pigeon" speech LMFAO)

• on the other hand, if he ever gets into his mean girl mode towards you, you need to either A) sass him back properly or B) pretend to be genuinely hurt by his words to snap him back to reality and remind him that he’s off the court and with YOU right now

• has adopted the philosophy of never going to bed mad at each other, which normally isn’t hard with him at all because he’s a very self-reflected person that’s able to admit to and apologize for his mistakes, but he will fully expect the same from you

• and if you fail at that, he can and will go to bed mad LOL

• Isagi’s hair is actually really soft to the touch, and even though he usually doesn’t like anyone touching it, you have got free reign

• tbh he’s practically begging for you to play with it whenever he rests his head in your lap, especially after a long and rough day on the field; massage his scalp in the process and he will fall asleep right then and there, more likely than not drooling all over your lap

• has the unnerving habit of NEARLY emptying things and then putting them back instead of emptying them fully and throwing the package away; you probably once threw an empty milk bottle at him at some point

• he’s used to getting up early because he usually has to, but if you don’t have to get up yet he’ll try to not wake you when he does and just quietly gets ready for his day; he’ll definitely make breakfast for you too though

• before he leaves, he’ll always come in and give you a kiss to your forehead and tell you he loves you, whether you’re awake or not

#hope you enjoy <<3 #get ur mans #also sorry not sorry #mans is weak😭😭👋🏼#at least he still got them thighs tho #blue lock #bllk #bllk fluff #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #bllk isagi #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi x reader #my writing stuff

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