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arlestial · 4 months
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hiii, i love your space on tumblr so much! can we be moots?
hi !! ofc !! your theme is so pretty too 😭😭
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arlestial · 5 months
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That part 2 was SO GOOD!!! Thank you for writing both parts! I know it’s a lot of work and you definitely didn’t have to do that! So I’m very appreciative!
Thank you so much !! 💗
I was a bit anxious to write it ngl, I thought it’d be bad and I didn’t want to disappoint everyone, so I’m happy to see that you liked it 😭
Don’t forget to rest <3 take care !!
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arlestial · 5 months
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Hey, could you make a part two of how the Blue Lock boys make up for the forgotten date? (Nagi,Isagi,Bachira) 🌷
❝if you'd have been the one❞
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synopsis : Life is sometimes difficult, keeping them busy and away from you; until it turned to take you away from them.
pairing : Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : Alternative endings (angst or fluff/comfort)
word count : 4300~ words
author-note : Hi !! I’m so happy y’all liked this, so I decided to write a part II. Some wanted angst, others comfort, so I did both in order to please everyone :) The part I is here ! Thanks for all your kindness, I’m overjoyed to see so much attention on my writings 😭 I hope you’ll like it !! take care of yourself ♡
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ISAGI YOICHI’s eyes widened when he saw your text, after the game. He knew he fucked-up the instant he stepped inside the soccer field, already regretting his decision. He won, but the stadium applause sounded like an awful ringtone that woke him up to reality, a shrill noise crashing his organs and piercing his ears. His heart was racing; not because of the victory, but because of the apprehension. The fear. The panic, that perhaps, he had lost you. But you wouldn’t leave him, right ? Everybody make errors. You would forgive him, no need to stress. At least, that’s what he was trying to convince himself. But in the depths of his own mind, he wasn’t this confident. He took his phone, excusing himself from his teammates that were celebrating, and isolated himself in the corridor. He tried to call, but you refused it twice. He groaned, his hands shaking, trying to tap a text quickly.
22:49p.m. | y/n ♡ : guess you made your choice then.
- read at 00:24a.m.
00:24a.m. | yoichi ♡ : honey please just accept the call
i know I fucked up, I’m sorry
i shouldn’t have done that
- read at 00:33a.m.
00:34a.m. | yoichi ♡ : i know you don’t want to talk to me right now
I’m coming over
- read at 00:38a.m.
00:39a.m. | y/n ♡ : gosh, how savvy and perspicacious of you.
- read at 00:39a.m.
00:40a.m. | yoichi ♡ : here in two minutes
- read at 00:41a.m.
You turned off your phone, completely mad. You clearly didn’t want to talk to him right now, especially this late. He couldn’t care less about you when he was playing on the field; and now, surprisingly, he knew that he fucked up and he regretted it ? Please. You decided to spend the night elsewhere, at your parents, since they were the only ones responding in the middle of the night - they were probably watching a movie at home and were a bit surprised to see you texting them a "hey, can I come over ? got an issue at home" text out-of-the-blue. As you exited your bedroom with a bag filled with spare clothes, you’re met by a raven-haired man, panting, still in his blue jersey, preventing you from leaving the house. He grabbed your waist when you tried to walk past him.
"Isagi, let me go."
"Love, listen. What I did was selfish, I know, it was a terrible mistake."
"So tell me, Isagi, when did you feel regret ? When you stood me up or when I texted you back, making it clear that I was upset ?"
"Actually, from the very first moment my foot landed on the field. But that doesn’t change anything, it’s still shitty of me, and i-"
"But it changes everything, in fact. So, you could’ve turned around. You could’ve joined me at this restaurant, like you promised me, no ? But you didn’t. So you just lied right in front of my face. How bold of you."
He felt like suffocating. You were right. He should’ve refused to play the match, even if there were the most talented players in the world; because you were his lover, goddamnit. He knew you were insecure, because he was rather absent, and he should’ve came to the date he promised to take you to. He was busy with Blue Lock, neglecting you in the process and not setting aside enough time to reassure you like he was supposed to. He wanted you to slap him, to punch him, as hard as you could; he wanted to suffer physically. It was easier to bear physical pain than to handle the mental distress he was in.
"But no, my sweet boyfriend Isagi Yoichi decided to stood me up to play some random game as if he’s not always away from me all the damn time."
"I don’t know why I did that, honestly. It was stupid, and I’m deeply sorry. You know that I love you a lot, right ? You’re the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to loose you because I’m too immature to think before I-"
"Am I even enough for you ?"
You were losing patience, your tone now sharp, trying to bite away the tears from falling.
"Obviously you are, darling. You are more than enough, and you deserve so much better than me."
He hurried to say, his hands coming to your cheeks, gently stroking them with his thumbs. The concerned look on his face grew rapidly in a desperate, frightened one.
"That doesn’t feel like it. If it was the case, you’d have turned around. Soccer had always been your main interest, and I’ve always been the second. I don’t want to be with a guy that prefers a sport to his own partner."
ISAGI YOICHI had never experienced so much fear in a lapse of time this short. His heart skipped multiple beats - maybe it stopped completely, heavy. He heard the blood rushing in his veins, in his ears, as if the pulsations were the applause of a whole stadium; it was deafening. His breath hitched, goosebumps painting themselves on his clothed arms. Don’t go.
The choice was all yours, now.
↳ Your mind kept telling you that he wasn’t feeling any regret, that he wasn’t really sorry. If this situation presented itself again, he would pick the same decision, leaving you alone, completely by yourself in this stupid restaurant, below the pitiful looks of the waiters, probably whispering at each other who could even stood you up like that. He put distance in your relationship since weeks, months even, ghosting you when he was too tired to send you at least one text to let you know that he loved you still. Regardless of his lack of attention towards you, he wasn’t even capable of respecting his own promises, as he might prefer to play soccer with his friends as usual. And you were just there, always waiting for him, in every situation, waiting for him to come home with a warm smile and a good dinner, sharing kisses, hugs and cuddles on the couch, disappointed when he was reminding you that he’d be gone again in two or three days to return to Blue Lock. You were tired of it. It wasn’t even a relationship at this point.
"I’m not a toy you can play with for some time and then abandon like it’s nothing. My patience is not infinite."
"I never said that. It was an opportunity I couldn’t miss, and I wasn’t enough thoughtful to realize about the consequences of my actions. I just hope you can forgive me for it."
You pushed his wrists away from your face, glaring at him coldly, not wanting to cry for him. You took your bag and walked past him successfully this time, opening the door without giving him a single glance; just stopping in your tracks as you reached the doorknob.
"Goodbye, Isagi. I hope you’ll become the player you desired to be for so long."
You were his motivation, the person he wanted to make proud, the person he wanted to impress when showing his new capacities and his strength. The person he wanted to come home to, everyday, as lovesick as the day before. But now, the tears were flowing silently on his cheeks, as he couldn’t process what he saw. You, closing the door behind yourself, leaving him without any chance of coming back. Because you sincerely realize how much you love someone when you actually lose them.
↳ You tried to push him away, in a faint attempt to show how much you hated him right now. But he just stared at you, his gaze never fading, and he tilted your chin up with his hand. The other went straight to your waist, pressing you against him. Your eyes and his met; and you swore you’ve never saw a fonder look in your entire life. Orbs filled with pure love and softness, enamoured unpronounceable words, a silent plea begging your forgiveness. He leaned and kissed you gently, carefully. When he finally broke the kiss, he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, pressing multiple kisses on the back of your hand without breaking the eye contact you both were sharing.
"You deserve someone better, honey. And I want- no, I will become this someone, that will love you properly. I promise you this - and if I break this promise, I swear, you can kill me however you like, it’s up to you."
You bit back a chuckle, amused by his words; but on the depths of your heart, you were fully aware that he was genuine.
"I’ll never disappoint you again. You’re the love of my life, I couldn’t handle loosing you. I’m sorry for what I did, again. I’m an asshole. Really."
He kissed your forehead with so much tenderness, a tenderness you missed during his long absence. He peppered kisses on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, as if you were going to slip away from him. He whispered something else, not daring to break the eye-contact,
"I’d rather watch the whole world burn and experience an endless suffering that having you leaving me for good."
NAGI SEISHIRO tried everything. After multiple unanswered calls and messages left on “seen”, he noticed that you’ve blocked him. He sighed, staring at his ceiling. Was it the end ? He tried to forget you, he really did. He tried to convince himself that you weren’t this important. He tried to wake-up each morning without searching for you underneath the sheets, only to find a cold bed next to him. Occupying his thoughts with games, movies, series, even soccer, wasn’t enough anymore. He needed you in his arms, and he was willing to do every single thing imaginable to get you back.
You were at one of your friend’s apartment, enjoying some time with her watching your favorite series. She left the couch to get you a drink, mumbling a quick "pause the episode, I don’t wanna miss it" before hurrying to the kitchen. You smiled, and did as she asked; until you heard a knock on the door. You frowned.
"You ordered take-out ?", you called your friend from the couch, questionably.
"Nah, I didn’t. Told you we were going to one of my friends’ restaurant this evening."
She came back from the kitchen, two glasses filled in her hands, her brows furrowed. She put them on the table, glancing at the door.
"Who is it then ?"
"Don’t know. Wait, be right back.", she quickly turned around, walking towards the door, and opening it slightly. Her face went blank in approximately 2 seconds, and she gulped.
"Um.. Well, that’s awkward."
You couldn’t hear correctly what your friend said to the stranger; you could only hear a low voice, that sounded awfully familiar. So, you decided to get up, trying to get a peek of the tall figure standing in the corridor.
Your eyes widened.
The series was long forgotten on the screen, the voices echoing between the walls, as you stared, dumbfounded, at him.
Seishiro.
Your friend shifted uncomfortably, deciding to leave you both alone for some privacy as she promptly went to her room. You didn’t know what to say. What to think. But the dark bags under his eyes, that looked stern and empty, his hair even more messy than before, gave you relatively an idea of how the two passed weeks had been for him.
"What are you even doing here, Nagi ?"
Ouch. The use of his name instead of his first name was abysmal; but a relieved sigh escaped from his lips. Finally. Your voice. It sounded so much better than your voicemail, that he had listened every night after you left him in your shared apartment.
"I’m sorry. I- I’m really, fucking sorry for what I did. I miss you, Y/N. I can’t-"
"Nagi, stop. I can’t do this right now."
You cut him instantly, trying to close the door. Well, trying, because he refrained you from doing so, laying his whole strength on the door to keep you from leaving him again.
"Please, Y/N, at least, hear me out."
His voice was pleading, begging even; as much as your heart broke with his wobbly words, you didn’t know what to think, what to say. You bit your inside cheek, wondering what to do, now that he was so close to you, after all this time.
NAGI SEISHIRO looked at you dead in the eye, his own blackish orbs watering at the sight of your frame standing in front of him. His hand wandered to your cheek, his fingertips almost grazing your smooth skin that he missed so bad, as if you were made of real porcelain. Porcelain that he’d break with only one feather touch. So he held back.
"I missed you so much," his voice broke, approaching you hesitantly. "So fucking much. I’m sorry for neglecting you and taking you for granted all the time, I’m sorry I didn’t give you the attention you deserved, the attention you needed. I need you to come back to me. I can’t live without you, baby."
Forgiving him was a tough choice. Your heart was aching at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks. You’ve never seen Nagi cry before, at least, not cries of pain. But he hurt you, he really did. These two weeks were just obnoxious to him, but they were worse to you. Seeing his texts, his calls, deciding to block him anyway - it was laborious, to say the least, because your feelings for him were still there, haunting your mind constantly, day and night.
The choice was all yours, now.
↳ How could you just forgive him like that ? After all he did ? Sure, you meant a lot to him, but did you mean more than anything else ? You were always second, never the first, and it became clearer each day that passed that you weren’t as important as you thought you would be for him. He didn’t even made time for you in his oh-so-important schedule, focusing on soccer and his fucking games, hanging out with his friends who knows where, instead of you. He chose it. It wasn’t random. You weren���t his priority at all. Sitting patiently on the couch, staring at the door with this constant lovesick gaze, waiting for him to return to finally go on your well promised date. But he never returned. And you weren’t going to return either. It was enough.
"You know what ? You were the first thing in my mind, everyday. You always have been the first person I was thinking of in whatever situation I was in. The only voice I wanted to hear, the only person I wanted to see, the only gaze I wanted to get lost in - now don’t tell me you feel the same."
"I do-", but you immediately cut him off, anger taking the best of you.
"You’re a freaking liar. What’s the next step, uh ? You’re going to promise me you’ve changed ? You think I’m stupid or something ? I’m not naive, Nagi, I’ve never been your priority and I’ll never be."
"You don’t understand, Y/N. I’ve been busy, you’re right, but give me a second chance. I promi- I’ll not make the same mistake again, that’s for sure. I realized that you were extremely important to me, more important that I’d like to admit actually, I can’t bear seeing you without me at your side, it just hurts too much. I’m just asking for a second chance."
"As much as it hurts to say, it’s over. I’m not going to give you a second chance when I knew damn well that it’ll not change anything. If you needed time to process your love for me, I’m definitely going to give you time to process it even more."
His eyes widened when he saw you slowly closing the door, in a faint attempt of ending the discussion.
"No, wait, I beg-"
"Move on. It won’t be so difficult anyway, spend some time with your friends and your games, you’ll soon forget about me."
He was now staring at the wooden door of the apartment, tears streaming down his features. He lost you for good this time. And he finally understood how it felt to receive the same treatment that he gave you; to be abandoned by your lover when you needed them the most.
↳ Seeing him in tears didn’t really help your case. Your heart burnt, and you soon felt yourself tearing up, your vision blurred. You let out a broken sob, to which he responded with a call of your name - desperate, probably as broken as your cries - and he embraced you tightly, his nose nuzzling on your neck, sighing when he finally touched you, melting in the loveable hold he wished to feel again. He kept repeating the same apologies, the same confessions of love, hoping it’d soothe your tears.
"I don’t want to hurt you ever again," he mumbled, stroking the back of your hair gently, "I’ll never hurt you ever again.", he assured with a shaky voice.
He kissed your temple softly, still holding you close to him, your head resting on his chest.
"It’ll be the last time I’ll ever put something above you. You’re the most important thing to me - I can’t live without your presence near me all the time. I’m sorry I just realized that I needed to tell you this now. I should’ve known you deserved to hear it properly,"
"You’ll be my highest priority from now on, as it should’ve been from the very beginning, angel."
BACHIRA MEGURU was anxious. At first, he decided to give you space. He hated arguments with you, always trying to avoid them, and he thought that distancing himself might help the situation. Spoiler alert, it didn’t. Sweaty palms grabbing his phone, and immediately turning it off, utterly incompetent. He didn’t want to argue, to entertain a conflict with you; he prefered your smiles and your soft giggles in tickle fights. He missed them. The sound of your hard laughs, the look of your teasing grins. However, he couldn’t bring himself to text you, nor to call you, afraid that you’d pronounce a dry "it’s over". He couldn’t handle the pain, and avoiding it wasn’t the best idea to fix the issue. Meanwhile, it had been 3 weeks, you were now nearly convinced that your relationship with him had come to an end. No texts, no calls, no attempts to see you, you founded it weird, but you didn’t question it. It worried you a bit, yeah, but you weren’t going to chase after him if he didn’t want to talk about it. You were more hurt than worried; after all your moments together, the shared memories and the heavy feelings, he just moved on this easily ? Even though it was totally his fault ? You just scoffed when your friends asked about him, hiding your devasted state behind a mocking tone, saying it was probably over now. You waited for a message all the time, staring at the screen, angry fat tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration. What an asshole.
"You never texted them ? Bachira, are you crazy ?"
Isagi exclaimed, in utter shock. They were in his bedroom, Isagi was sitting on his bed, unable to process what Bachira just told him. The usually joyful man paced around, his face in his hands.
"I- I didn’t know what to say ! I fucked up really bad this time, I was scared of losing them."
"Man, you definitely lost them now. It’s been 3 weeks, you should’ve said something earlier !", Isagi replied, nearly strangling himself in desbelief.
"I know. What should I do ?"
"Bachira..", he sighed, biting his lip in despair, "it’s probably too late now. They’re most likely thinking that you don’t love them anymore or that you moved on."
"But I didn’t ?", Bachira whined when Isagi stood up and smacked his head, annoyed. Isagi mumbled something inaudible, probably about his naivety or his stupidness, again.
"But that’s what it looks like, bro. You stood them up, and they got no news from you, don’t be stupid. Everyone would think the same thing."
Bachira gulped. He was right. And without hesitation, he ran away from his home, heading towards your place, in hope you would accept his apologies. He never sprinted this fast in his entire life, his muscles burning, his ankles aching from the impact of his feet against the stiff concrete of the streets he was running in. The road seemed even longer than usual, and when he finally arrived on your doorstep, he was panting, his hands shaking as he hesitantly knocked. He felt nauseous. Emotions overwhelmed him when he finally saw your form opening the door with a worried look.
"Meguru ? What are you even doing here ?"
He immediately took you in his arms, his head buried in the crook of your neck, breathing-in your comfortable scent, relieved. You yelped in surprise, not reciprocating the hug.
"I missed you so much."
He muttered, still trying to catch his breath. You frowned, surprised by his presence.
"It had been 3 weeks, Meguru. It’s a bit late to come here."
"I know. I should’ve come earlier. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please, forgive me ? I promise I won’t do it again !"
BACHIRA MEGURU didn’t want to let go of you, choosing to hold you even tighter, letting his tears soak your shirt. He couldn’t care less about crashing your bones with just arms; if it was possible, he’d live in your skin. That seemed creepy, to say the least, but he enjoyed over-proximity with you, and he couldn’t bear to be apart from you anymore.
The choice was all yours, now.
↳ After 3 weeks, seriously ? You pushed him off of you, clearly not amused by his whines. You just felt anger, disappointment, embarrassment.
"Meguru, you left me alone for 3 weeks straight, and now you’re coming unannounced as if it was actually common ?"
"You don’t understand, Y/N !! I was too anxious of your reaction after our argument. I didn’t know how to deal with the guilt I felt, I didn’t know how to apologize properly.."
"No, you don’t understand. You really think that ghosting and ignoring people as if they never existed was a solution ? I should be the one to do that, not you. You’re always avoiding conflict and I’m so sick of it."
"I know-"
"No, you don’t !", you sneered, taking a long breath to soothe your nerves, "You never did. You haven’t remembered our anniversary - and it’s not the only thing you’ve forgotten along the way. You never took our conversations seriously, you never put any attention in our memories and our celebrations for them. I don’t want to be with someone who’s not even capable of being mindful of our important moments together and of our special dates. If it’s not important to you, alas, it is for me. I won’t give up another thing, especially if it’s something that is dear to me."
"It’s important for me, I swear. I just don’t know how to show it correctly."
"Then learn. But you can count me out."
You opened the door, leaving a broken Bachira behind, reaching after you. But you turned to stop him, giving him a quick nod, a silent no. The weak smile on your face shushed the golden-eyed boy. And he understood.
"I wish you the best, Meguru."
↳ You bit your inside cheek. Always giving promises he couldn’t keep, with a beam and butterfly kisses. And as much as you loved him, you didn’t know if you could tolerate it again, if your heart could handle another betrayal.
"You’re always promising the same things, but you’re never actually changing.", you argued.
"I can. I know I disappointed you, and you have every right to be upset. I’m trying my best, learning to manage my feelings and my habits is hard and tough, but I’ll do it for you. I’m really trying, Y/N,", he said, his voice breaking slightly, "I’m not used to this. It’s- you’re my first love, and I really hope you’ll be my last. I don’t have any experience in terms of relationships. If dates are important to you, I’ll make all the efforts in the world to make them special and memorable. I want to grow old with you, so please, give me one last chance to prove you that I’m worth it."
You hesitated for some seconds. He wasn’t the type to lie, and right now, he sounded strangely serious. It felt out-of-character, but you needed it to actually make up a decision.
"Fine. But it’s your last chance.", you finally whispered,
"Yes ma’am. Trust me on this one, I’ll make you proud of my work."
He sighed, relieved, immediately peppering your face with kisses. You giggled, trying to push him away.
"Gosh, I missed this sound. Oh- and I’m taking you on a date after; that’s the least I can do. I love you to the moon and to saturn, Y/N. Thank you for everything."
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arlestial · 5 months
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hi, could i please request nagi, isagi, bachira and chigiri when they forgot a date and accidentally stood up their s/o?
❝Break me like a promise❞
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synopsis : Life is sometimes difficult, keeping them busy and away from you; until it turned to take you away from them.
pairing : Nagi Seishiro, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : angst
word count : 2000 words
author-note : Hi !! As I said before, I’ve never been aware of my requests in my ask-box so here I am writing them 1 year after they’ve been given 💀 Sorry for the long wait, hope you still like it :) Took me a lot of time to write for my food wars ask so writing for this one was not my priority at first 😭 If you want a part 2, I’ll gladly do it 🫶🏻 I’ll do Chigiri in another post !! take care of yourself ♡
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ISAGI YOICHI was, once again, lost in his thoughts. Soccer was keeping him busier than he’d like admit, sometimes leading to ghosting you for one day or two - but it was rare, fortunately for you. He was the sweetest, really. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, calling you at random hours in the night “just to hear your voice”, murmuring sweet nothings with this tired, hoarse, yet, mesmerizing voice of his. And then, no news for 4 or 5 days, if you were lucky enough. Sometimes, you felt like you were too clingy, too lovey-dovey, but he immediately was shushing your words by peppered kisses on your face, between giggles and intertwined fingers. And then, no news for 5 or 7 days, if you were lucky enough. This has been going on for months, and you were slowly - and painfully - becoming tired of it. You decided to confront him, puzzled by his sudden change of behavior. Was it Blue Lock ? Or you ? Why was he so distant ? One night, you took your phone and called him, concerned, fidgeting with the hem of the oversized shirt he gave you last time he came home.
“Honey ? Hi. What’s up ?”
“Hi, Yoichi. You busy ?”
“’Need to sleep soon, we have a big training tomorrow. Why ?”
“Am I a burden to you, Yoichi ?”
Isagi frowned on the other side of the phone, looking at the screen, as if he was checking he was calling the right person.
“Wait what- you’re speaking nonsense, are you okay ?”
“I am. Do you still love me ?”
“Obviously. Why are you asking me this ? Did I do something bad ?” His voice broke a little, your heart tightening slightly.
“Yeah- I mean, no. It’s complicated. I feel like you’re avoiding me all the time. You’re here, and right after a call or a text, you’re disappearing, ghosting me afterwards. I legitimately don’t understand. Is it my fault ?”
“N-No, not at all ! Blue lock is just keeping me busy, love. You don’t need to worry.”
You don’t need to worry. You never have to worry with Isagi by your side. However, the time, you couldn’t help but feel a knot in your stomach. This weird sensation caused you to keep your mouth shut; and it was visibly concerning to the raven-haired boy.
“Love ? You’re still here ?”
“Y-Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little bit tired, that’s all. You don’t have to worry about me,”, you nervously chuckled, before murmuring a small “love you” like you always did before ending a call with your lover.
After some time overthinking your entire relationship, you decided to talk to him face to face; meaning you had to head out directly to Blue Lock buildings. The following morning, you woke-up rather early, rushing your usual routine to take a random bus, supposed to drive you to the famous quarters.
You felt the knot in your lower stomach again; sweetly palms grabbing your tote bag to keep it from falling, opening the doors of the building. You gulped as you made your way to the receptionist, asking her if you could see your boyfriend just for some minutes. She refused several times, visibly quite annoyed by your presence. After endless pleas, a woman with sort of chocolate-brown hair appeared, scolding the receptionist for “the lack of respect she showed”. She apologized and introduced herself, Anri Teieri, Jinpachi Ego’s assistant, co-director of the Blue Lock project, as she walked in the large corridors, gesturing you to follow her.
So, you did, eager to see your boyfriend, your steps and Anri's echoing on the bare walls. You finally arrived to the dorms, and Anri knocked on the door, making sure nobody was changing or something. When she was assured that the room was safe, she flashed you a smile and opened the door for you to enter. You immediatly spotted a surprised Isagi, turning his head to look at the person who entered their shared dorm. When you two made eye-contact, a huge smile appeared on his features, and he ran to you, engulfing your form with his strong arms.
"Y/N ?? Gosh, I'm so relieved to see you. I missed you so much." Several shared kisses later, Isagi promised to take you on a date the following day, saying he had Ego's permission to take a break from training. So, as he said, you waited in the restaurant he booked the day prior. Anxiety was beginning to fill your mind as you desperately stared at the front doors, hoping with your entire-being for your boyfriend to show-up. But he never did. After one hour and four pity glances from the waiters, you left, your heart heavy in your chest.
Little did you know, that Isagi was actually playing a training game against professional players. When his teammates had asked him to join them on the field, he had bit his lower lip, letting his thoughts wander between you and the human yet unreachable figures he always admired. With some sort of "fuck it, I'll deal with the consequences later" curse, he let go of his bag and hurried to the changing rooms, not realizing what decision he had just taken. But it was an occasion he couldn’t miss, right ?
And when you saw him on the screen of your phone, more precisely, with the Blue Lock broadcast channel, in his blue jersey, tossing the ball to Nagi, the knot in your stomach disapperead.
Giving way to a boiling anger. And a message on his phone, lying on the bench of the field,
10:49p.m. | y/n ♡ : guess you made your choice then.
NAGI SEISHIRO was a bit lazy. It was his personality; you loved him that way, and you weren’t going to plead him to change his lack of motivation for you. But when he refused again to go on a date with you, you had just enough. And sighing was not an option. Your arguments with him were quite rare, because Nagi always found a way to shut you up and apologize sincerely. But this time, it felt like he genuinely wasn’t understanding your point. For the nth time that night, you growled in frustration, your face in your hands. Nagi was lying on the bed, not even bothering to turn off his phone when you were talking to him. He kept humming quiet “mmh”, “yeah”, too busy with his new phone game to actually listen to you.
“Nagi, please ! I’m sick of it,”, you cursed under your breath, fists clenching in order to keep your boiling anger to yourself. You didn’t want to lash everything on him right now. “Can’t you just look at me when I’m talking to you ?”
He frowned; hearing his last name instead of the usual petname for him seemed to get him out of his thoughts.
“What ? I’m listening.”
“You’re not. You’re never listening. That’s the problem with you.”
He sighed, rolling his eyes. You crossed your arms, lifting an eyebrow, clearly not amused by his nonchalant attitude.
“Really now ? Hey, come here. I don’t know why you’re so annoying, I guess it was a long day fo-”
“The hell ?? I’m not- you are the fucking issue here, Nagi. You’re always refusing everything.. I can understand that you���d rather stay at home but at least, can you grant me some quality time ? Grant us some quality time ?”, you sharply said, trying to keep your tone as calm as possible, rubbing your temples. He turned off his phone, giving you a hard glare.
“You knew I wasn’t the romantic type of guy when you decided to date me. You did anyway, so why are you complaining ?”
“Because I don’t want to be constantly the second choice, for fucks sake ! I can deal with your hobbies, with your passions and all. I’m just asking for one moment with you without your phone, or your stupid videogames, or-”
“Okay okay, quit it, I get it. I’m sorry, baby.”, he slowly approached you, gently stroking your cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, ‘right ?”
With that, you both fell asleep cuddling. The next morning, you woke up to a cold bed; Seishiro must’ve left early in the morning with Reo to train, you thought. You stretched, used to his absence. But you were glad that he had promised you a date tonight, telling you to wait for him at home. So the day goes by, doing your own activites, a smile on your face as you wandered about what you were going to do with your boyfriend later.
But your smile quickly vanished when you saw Reo’s story on Instagram. Angry tears covering your eyes as you threw your phone on the mattress. You were sending texts to Nagi for 20 minutes now, asking him when was he going to arrive. And you discovered - much to your dismay - that he was hanging out with his Blue Lock friends, sat on a couch of what seemed to be an arcade. Apparently, he was going to enjoy a long night with his friends, considering the story caption, “stayin up all night w homies”.
4 or 5 hours later, Nagi entered your shared appartement with a yawn. He called for you through the kitchen, frowning when he noticed you weren’t answering. He quickly went to the bedroom, searching you everywhere.
And suddenly, it triggered something in him; he forgot. He forgot about you. Again.
BACHIRA MEGURU was clueless. Clumsy. It was the main issue in the relationship; sometimes, he’d act before thinking, or say things he’d regret some time later. It’d lead to arguments, sobs, quivering lips and broken sorry’s, foreheads against each other. As much as Bachira loved you, he was still the bubbly man who often forgot things. Usually, you’d have laughed, his brows furrowed until you gave him his wallet, now smiling and kissing your cheek with a thank you. It was funny, earning a chuckle from you here and there, right ? Until you were the forgotten thing waiting for him. You felt useless, insecurities eating you alive as you cursed them constantly. Looking at the calendar, a red line encircling a somewhat random date, your couple’s anniversary. Well, not so random. You prayed, over and over again, that he would remember about it. Bachira was hard to read when it came to inner feelings : you tried to drop some hints, hoping he’d reciprocate them in a kind of way.
3:21p.m. | y/n ♡ : hi, meg :) ready for tomorrow ?
- read at 3:24p.m.
3:25p.m. | meguru ♡ : hi !! for tomorrow ? wdym ?
- read at 3:26p.m.
3:28p.m. | y/n ♡ : uh
well that’s awkward
Nevermind
- read at 3:29p.m.
3:30p.m. | meguru ♡ : no wait ! Sorry, did I forgot something ?
sunshine I’m sorry :( was it important ?
Your stomach churned at the question. You bit your lip, taking a long breath.
- read at 3:33p.m.
3:34p.m. | y/n ♡ : no it wasn’t don’t worry
just an hair appointment :)
- read at 3:35p.m.
3:36p.m. | meguru ♡ : don’t forget to show me then !! I have a surprise for you too !! &lt;3
- read and liked at 3:39p.m. by y/n ♡
You felt your mood lighting up. He remembered ? Maybe he faked it from the beginning ? You smiled to yourself, now completely delusional; your brain was fully aware of it, but your heart kept hoping naively.
So when he showed up at your door the following day, you dressed up in your favorite clothes, ready to spend a day out with him. He greeted you with a hug, tilting his head to the side when he caressed your hair.
“You changed the color ?”, he questioned, perplexed.
“I canceled.”, you lied, a little too easily for your own taste, “It’d have been a waste of time, we have a lot of things today.”
“Not really, tho. It’s just a regular day, after all ! Isagi told me about a new restaurant he wanted to eat into. Want to join us ?”
“You.. Meguru, you don’t remember ?”
“About what ?”
He hummed; a smile displayed on his face . Yours quickly fade, your heart clenching. Oh. The pain was still here, even though you knew it from the very first start.
“Our anniversary. You don’t remember about our anniversary. Again.”
His smile faded at your words, faded at the sight of your wet cheeks. His mouth opened, trying to form words to express his sudden turmoil. You walked back inside your house, closing the door on a distraught Bachira. He tried to apologize. He really tried. He spammed your phone in calls, drowning you with apologies texts, but could you forget again his clumsiness ? Love is keeping a promise no matter what; and he broke it too many times for you to stay at his side.
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SEA MOON SEE YOU
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Hi! :D do you think you could do a fluff akira x reader or a soma x reader? either is fine and the plots up to you! ☺️
❝a little taste of heaven❞
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synopsis : They had no clue they’d concentrate on something else than cooking by joining Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, but here you are..
pairing : Akira Hayama, Soma Yukihira x genderneutral!reader •— Food Wars
tw : None, simple fluff
word count : 2980~ words
author-note : The fact that I haven’t received any notification for this request.. and many others. I’m so, so sorry. I have like 8 requests in my ask box that I’ve never been aware of ? Thank you Tumblr 💀 I did both, in a sort of pitiful excuse 😭 Thank you for requesting, I hope you’re doing okay 💗 (first time writing for Food Wars I’m so excited !! Not proofread tho, sorry for the mistakes in advance !!) take care of yourself ♡
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AKIRA HOYOMA has always been faithful to cooking. To Jun’s orders and advices. To people’s boundaries. He never crossed a line, always being focused. One day, as usual, he went into Erina’s office. His brows completly furrowed when he saw your form, fingertips grazing against the spines of the library old books. Who were you ? You weren't supposed to be here. Didn’t Hisako tell you that this office was private ? He opened his mouth to question you, but you turned to face him before he could even form words. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth - and the sweet, polite smile adorning your face was nearly making him feel dizzy. Uneasy. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, so you broke the silence with a fake cough.
“Nice to meet you, uh..”, you said, in a weak attempt to get him to introduce himself. His piercing gaze was enough of an answer, and you gulped. “I’m looking for Erina, perhaps you’ve seen her ?”
“No.”
“Oh. Okay”. You’re immediately confronted by a loud and weird silence again. He seemed.. rather friendly - ironically, of course. After some minutes, Erina walked into the office, raising two suspicious eyebrows at the, well, kind of cringe atmosphere of the room.
“Akira, what did you do to my guest ? Y/N, I’m sorry, did he make you uncomfortable by any chance ?”, she asked, walking towards your form.
“No, don’t worry. He’s nice,” you lied, teeth clenched together. You flashed her a bright smile, that Erina reciprocated fondly; she glared at Akira, fully aware of his cold demeanor, especially to strangers. His intimidating tendencies were definitely not working right now, especially not on Erina.
“I have some things to discuss with Y/N, Akira. Can you leave us alone for a moment ?”
“Yeah, right. Sorry.”
AKIRA HOYOMA quickly left the office, feeling a bit nauseous - he didn’t know why, but he had a weird feeling in his stomach, and he felt like his head was burning. He wandered in the corridors until he crossed Soma’s path. He smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he watched his white-haired rival with amusement.
“Wow, Akira. Are you sick ? You’ve never been this red.”
Akira tsk-ed, hurrying to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, completely taken-aback. He was, indeed, a bit red. Cheeks flushed, the tip of his ears were blazing, his breathe hitched at his own view; what was happening ? He was sure he was okay this morning. Perhaps it was you. He scoffed at the thought, washing his face with cold and refreshing water before leaving the bathroom. He never saw you before. Were you from here ? He found himself looking for you in the corridors all day, sighing at the end of the day when he realized he haven’t seen you. He was still embarrassed of the awkward silence that filled the room earlier - and he blamed himself for it. He should’ve been more welcoming.
AKIRA HOYOMA, 5 or 6 days after the incident, noticed strands of hair walking past him; they were looking similar to yours, so he turned around. You were walking alongside Hisako, laughing at one of her comments. Hisako looked at Akira and waved.
“Oh, hey ! I was searching for you. Erina needs my help, could you show Y/N the different classrooms in the other building ? I’m coming back as fast as I can !”
She didn’t let him answer as she walked away already. You sighed. It could’ve been anybody, but no, it was this guy. It wasn’t like you hated him - he was just straight-off rude.
“If you don’t want to, I don’t blame you. I can-”
“Come on, we don’t have all day.”, he added, cutting you off without even looking at you. You rolled your eyes, giving him a small smile, hoping it’ll help to ease the atmosphere. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.
The walk inside the cooking classes building was awfully quiet. Not a word was shared - except the little presentation he did of each room, his tone as cold as ice. You nearly shivered.
“Are you always this rude ?”, you asked with a sincere curiosity, "I mean. I’m not telling you to be the friendliest guy but..”
“I’m not rude.”
“You literally refused to give me your name earlier.”
“Akira Hoyoma. That’s all you need to know about me.”
And after this small interaction, Hisako came back. A small feeling of warm in his chest quickly regretted his lack of sympathy towards your person, and he felt like a douchebag for not even apologizing properly. He stopped in his tracks, opening his mouth to call you, but you were already gone with Hisako.
AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the “issue”. Time passed, and days after days, he grew more open to you. Not completely of course - but he was slowly accepting your presence in his group of "friends"; actually, enjoying a lot more your alone time together in class. He was secretly happy you two had been paired together. You tried to crack some jokes to make him laugh or at least, to make him smile, but it failed every single time. When you finally did it, a slight smile on his face and a “you’re the dumbest person I’ve ever seen in this school, I’m trying to concentrate, stop distracting me”, you beamed. He never saw a smile so radiant, so ethereal and yet so delicious to look at. A true bundle of sunshine at its finest. His cheeks heated up and he forthwithly focused on the plate you two were supposed to prepare. He would die to see this smile again - he wanted to be the reason you were smiling that way in the first place.
AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the situation. Time passed, and months after months, he grew more fond of you. So when he saw you eating one of Soma’s plates again, smiling at him with all your teeth and laughing at his antics - he was mad, as per say. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth; it felt like the first time he ever saw you. A fiery and fervent emotion bubbling in his chest as he made his way to you. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside the kitchen, closing the door to have some “privacy” (in a empty corridor of Tōtsuki High, though). You were completely unfazed by his behavior usually, since you were used to his (sometimes) weird demeanor for the several months you two spent together as friends, but right now, his silence grew quieter, and you were worried. And for this only one time, he broke the stillness.
“You’re a distraction. I meant it. I’m hoping everyday to see you, to feel you near me. Is it out-of-place to say that ? You brought me a warmth that I never experienced - and I don’t want to let that go. Don’t eat this idiot’s food, you know you deserve well better than that. Let me show you how you should be treated, Y/N. Please. Let me show you how I feel about you.”
AKIRA HOYOMA’s words couldn’t describe the high spirits that invaded his heart when he realized you were wearing your signature warm smile, just for him. You took the hand that was grabbing your wrist in yours, intertwining your fingers.
“Here. Maybe you’re not as rude as I thought you were.”
SOMA YUKIHIRA tried to give you hints. But you weren’t getting it. Teasing you all the time, small compliments here and there, spending quality time with you. Unfortunately, you were always running away from him, a small pout on his lips as he chased after you. It wasn’t because of his awful mixes; when you two were together, in a somewhat romantic moment, and he was ready to confess to you, there was, no matter what, a disturbance. Whatever actually, a teacher coming in the classroom, Ikumi or Megumi; and you immediately backed off. He couldn’t help but sigh, his efforts ruined, but could he really blame you ? His yellowish eyes drowned so easily into yours, so he just smiled and bit back his disappointment, glaring at the disturbance with a vague hatred, that was rather scary, to be honest.
“Don’t chop it that way, it takes too much time.”
“Then show me, sir,”, you answered with a slight smirk, knife in your hand.
“Anything for you, ma’am.”
His devilish grin was addictive, really; you loved the small moments spent together in the classroom kitchen, but insecurity was always catching up with you, pulling you into abysses you prayed you'd never see again. Your worries faded away when you felt him behind you, caging you between his toned body and the kitchen countertop. His hands slided on top of yours, gently gesturing you how to cut the vegetables in a “more efficient way”; truly, it was an excuse to touch you. A comfortable silence filled the room, the sound of sliced and chopped foodstuffs echoing on the sunbathed walls. He kept his teasing to himself, deciding to enjoy this small moment of shared intimacy; he felt his head heating up at your warm breath fanning on his neck. He stopped his movements, locking eyes with you. The world seemed like it stopped itself; he leaned downwards to kiss you, his hands still on yours, your head turned to face his-
Until someone snapped him out of it. Erina opened the doors of the kitchen brutally without even knocking - he cursed under his breath, blaming her for this ruined opportunity to finally show you what he truly felt.
“Look who’s there. Giving lessons to average students, now, Yukihira ? I didn’t think you were into charity-stuff.”, Erina smirked, not even shooting you a glance. You backed off from Soma, already fed-up by her condescending behavior.
“Erina.. what a pleasure. Always coming in due course,” Soma answered with a forced smile, anger running through his veins.
“I was searching for you, actually, Yukihira. Well, not me, but Takumi was. He wants to have a contest with you again, and I’ll be the judge.”
“Uh. Sure. Can Y/N come too ? I-”
“It’s a private contest.”, she immediately urged to add, “Between the three of us. Now, come on, I have other things to attend to.”
Erina walked off, and Soma followed her with a sigh, giving you an apologizing, awkward chuckle. You knew better, but you just smiled, murmuring a small “good luck”, as you saw him leave.
Her little crush on Soma was unbelievable; you wanted to tear the stupid grin plastered on her features so bad. Technically, yes, you were jealous. She was always shattering his plates with critics, giving prideful advices, even if he didn’t need it. And he was still cooking for her, working all the goddamn time to satisfy her “god’s tongue” and her insatiable appetite. For him, ironically. And Soma was terribly clueless; not noticing her taking a liking in this little game. Or maybe he was not ? Maybe you were a second choice - and Erina was first. She was always first. You weren’t the type to envy others, but right now.. you sat down next to the window frame, staring at her proximity with Soma from afar. It was eating you alive; the abyss you were so afraid of was most likely, a warm embrace in comparison of your sinking heart.
SOMA YUKIHIRA felt that something was off. You were ignoring him like a plague, switching seats and changing class pairings. He knew he fucked up, but what did he do exactly ? Oh right. You were jealous. Because last time, he left you alone to join Erina and Takumi in a contest that he obviously won. Now, he was facing the cold-shoulder treatment, and his teasing wasn’t helping anymore. Yet, he’d still try to talk to you, but you were walking past him without a word; your eyes filled with sorrow. Or you were faking a smile, trying to make up an excuse and leaving. He wanted to beat himself up; because he was the one who put you in that state in the first place. It was his mistake, and he knew it. But why were you feeling that way ? He tried to talk about it to Takumi - he was a gentleman after all, he’d definitely know.
“You did what ?”
“I mean- I didn’t know it’d be an issue. I always did that and they never said anything about it.”
“Soma, are you seriously this dumb ? You’re leaving them to hang out with the Nakiri Erina and you’re seriously thinking that they won’t be insecure ?”
“Why would they be ? They’re literally the most beautiful and caring person ever. There’s nothing to envy in Erina.. Plus, I’m not hanging out with her. She’s the one who’s coming at the worst times.”, he stated, genuinely dumbfounded by his friend’s words. It was the truth, though; she interrupted you two when Soma was nearly kissing you.
“Soma. Think about it just for a moment- you told me you liked them, yeah ? And when you’re with them, and Erina walks in, you leave to follow her. They must think they’re a second choice or something. Please, you can’t be this oblivious.”
And then, he realized. Realizing the hints he gave you were nothing compared to his acts. His face in his hands as his elbows rested on the countertop, what should he do now ? Apologizing, yeah, but it wasn’t enough. He longed for your touch, and craved for your pardon. The next day, he searched for you in the Polar Star Dormitory, everywhere. When he finally spotted you, he opened the door of your bedroom without even asking. You yelped in surprise.
“What the hell ? Soma-”
“You’re the only one I want to be with. The one I want to dedicate my cooking to. I thought I made it clear. I’m sorry for my behavior. Erina is nothing for me, and she’s not even coming close to your ankle- look, I fucked up, I know. But I promise, you mean everything to me.”, he bluntly said, not giving you a second to breathe.
“And what are you gonna do the next time she’s gonna walk into us ? Hide me shamefully ? I-”
But he cut you off again, one hand stroking your cheek. He lifted your chin, in order to make you look at him.
“I’ll simply say that I’m taken by the prettiest and smartest person around. How does that sound ?”
He leaned, and this time, he wasn’t going to back off, with or without somebody walking in.
“Maybe I can show you who I’m talking of, baby,”
He smirked, your worries vanishing instantly in his yellow orbs. A kiss sounded good after all.
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hi hi! im not sure if you write for the characters but can i request kuon, nagi and chigiri with an s/o who plays volleyball(or any sport other than soccer) take ur time with requests too (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)
❝on the court !❞
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synopsis : Volley-ball is your passion. Between bruised knees, strapped fingers and aching limbs, your boyfriend is your biggest fan.
pairing : Kuon Wataru, Seishiro Nagi, Chigiri Hyoma x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : none, just fluff and comfort (Tiny descriptions of injuries and blood, but not too graphic !)
word count : 750~ words
author-note : Hi, anon ! I hope you’re doing okay outta here 💗 I’m sorry for the late writing, I hope you’ll still appreciate it. You don’t know how much I love this request !! I’m a volleyball player, so it was extremely fun to write :) And don’t worry, I write for everyone (even if I don’t really like Kuon bruh). Thank you for your request, take care of yourself ♡
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CHIGIRI HYOMA is the most supportive boyfriend out of the three. He finds volleyball super interesting, and he’s a fast-learner ! He asked you multiple times to teach him some movements and things about volleyball, but you always declined, too worried about his knee and what could happen to him. But he insisted, over and over again, until you finally agreed with a sigh, a small smile displayed on your face. Chigiri enjoys these small moments of intimacy between you two : and gosh, your gentle and soft touches on his arms when trying to correct his posture to dig, sent shivers down his spine. He comes to your matches every. single. time. (if he’s free, of course, because Blue Lock’s taking a lot of his time, unfortunately), a huge, proud grin on his face as he saw you celebrating your victory with your teammates. You look so good with your hair tied (he’s the one who tied them for you, short or long hair, he doesn’t care, don’t want them to disturb you while you’re playing, do we ?) and your game jersey, he can’t help but takes a picture of this specific moment and making it his wallpaper. When you both come home from your game, you’re going to be treated like royalty. Running you a bath ? Bet. Cooking your favorite plate ? Obviously ! (He’s gonna try, no promises, though). Helping you stretch ? You name it, he’s doing it.
"I’m proud of you, baby.", he whispered, kissing your temple while you were both in the bathtub; surrounded by warm and relaxing water. He looked at your tense shoulders, gentle hands massaging them. "Want me to kiss it better ?"
NAGI SEISHIRO always finishs with bruised fingers, muttering under his breath how your sport sucks and is painful. A real crybaby. And he immediately asks you, in return, to cuddle with him, since he’s too injured to do anything else (you literally hurt his fingers, he can’t play properly anymore ?? You’ve got some audacity.). He definitely prefers to play with his feet, so it’s, unfortunately, extremely hard to train with him around. He told you he won’t play volleyball with you ever again (too much efforts anyway), and definitely refuses to see any match with you. But when you come home with several hematomas, therapy straps around your fingers, he just lets out a deep, disapproving sigh, immediately walking towards you and turning off his phone. He takes your hand in his, pressing gentle and soft kisses on your bruised knuckles and fingers tips, before engulfing you in a bear hug. It often leads with cuddles on the couch, both of you lying on the soft pillows, legs tangled together. Nagi always wake-up, carrying you to bed with a huff, as carefully as possible. When you’re peacefully sleeping in your shared bed, he sits down next to you, smoothly playing with some strands of your hair. These are the only times he’s going to be the big spoon; gently embracing you from behind with his toned arms, not wanting to harm you even more. Nuzzling in your neck, and peppering it with butterfly kisses as he joined you in your oh-so-deserved sleep. The following morning, you were smiling like a dork when you saw Nagi with two tickets in his hand : he bought places for the two of you to a volleyball match, a professional game, with the top-ranked players all around the world.
"Sei’, you didn’t ?!"
"I did. But don’t think I like your lil’ sport or something. Just thought you would like it."
"I definitely like it. Thank you, Sei. I love you so much."
He bit his inside cheek to keep a smile from crawling its way to his lips.
KUON WATARU took interest in your sport rather quickly, his face distorted in pain when he saw professional players receiving a 120kph ball with their forearms, without any protection. He’s always asking so much questions, such as "why aren’t they wearing knee pads ?? He’s gonna burn his skin, he’s dumb", or "your teammate should’ve sent you the ball. There wasn’t any opponent where you were, it was a stupid idea to send the ball on the left… yeah, there was a - what’s the name again ? - oh yeah, a middle ready to block them." He’s constantly judging other players, putting you on a pedestal. You’re the best player in the world in his eyes, and no one can change his mind. He’s always urging you to buy new knee & elbow pads when they’re a slightly bit damaged (actually, he’s not urging you to buy them. He’s directly buying them for you), he doesn’t want to take any risk when it comes to your safety or your body health. Speaking of body health, he’s the one who’s going to patch you up after each practice, scolding you for your lack of caring towards your own body. But he actually likes to play beach volleyball with you, you two make a good team ! He’s proud to brag about your volleyball skills to his friends each time he has the opportunity to do so.
"Good serve, babe !" You ran to Wataru to celebrate his fresh ace, the opponents sighing because of their mistake. You kissed his cheek, proud.
"The student has surpassed the teacher, I guess", he answered with a cocky grin.
"Clearly not."
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Hiii your pink theme is very cute i just wanted to ask could you mabye write boyfriend hcs for luna from bllk?
❝i regret you all the time❞
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synopsis : He was a player, a womanizer. You were his top-prized desire : completely unreachable. But hell, he’d chase after you halfway around the world if he had to.
pairing : Leonardo Luna x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : angst and comfort at the end, a tad suggestive (nothing too extreme), a sort of ennemies to lovers ? (Uses of "womanizer" but the rest can be read as genderneutral)
word count : 2350~ words
author-note : Hi !! It’s been a long time since I’ve wrote for Luna, so I hope it’s good. Im actually extremely proud of this one. It’s not really hcs, I got carried away LMAOO. I was busy finishing One Piece, (btw don’t be shy and drop some requests in my ask box :)) Thank you for your request (and your kind words 💗), and take care of yourself ♡
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LEONARDO LUNA never had to "search" for someone. Truly, he was a dick. Sleeping with women every nights, leaving without a note nor a call, the sheets still tangled from the activities the day prior. Simply, enjoying small pleasures where his job as a professional player leaded him to. And then he saw you, at a random bar while he was drinking with his teammates. Dancing with your friends, oh so gracefully, smiling and laughing with all your teeth, all prettily dressed. He swore he’d never seen someone as angelic as you. So, he smiled to himself, and with all his ego and his pride, an overly confidence, he walked to you.
Everything went extremely quickly. He was too stunned to speak, to let any sound escape from his lips as you walked away from him, rolling your eyes. His teammates never laughed so hard : Leonardo Luna, the og womanizer, just got humbled by being rejected ? He was mad. It was so embarrassing. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, and he cursed under his breath. How ? Were you blind, perhaps ? It was the first time ever he got rejected by a woman, and he hated it. But for some reason, a reason he didn’t understand, he wanted to try again. He didn’t want to let you go, not just yet. So he hurried to follow you towards the exit of the bar, his teammates still laughing their asses off, much to Luna’s dismay. He wanted to grab your wrist, but he stopped himself.
"Hey, don’t you know me ? Like.. you live in a cavern or something ?"
You turned to face him, and let out a sigh.
"Actually, I just don’t care. I’m not interested."
Luna frowned. Okay, so you knew he was a famous soccer player. But you weren’t interested by any means ? He smirked. You were playing hard to get.
"Come on. Just give me one chance ?"
"Listen. You’re a player. Everybody knows it. I’m not interested when it comes to assholes who play with people’s feelings like you."
He scoffed, a cocky laugh escaping from his throat. Okay, maybe you were right. He liked your attitude. He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing grin dancing on his lips.
"You don’t find me attractive ?"
"I’ve seen much better."
And with these words, a mocking smile on your face, you left the bar, walking in the empty, dark streets without any worry. Luna gasped dramatically, and hurried to follow you in your tracks.
"So you’re gonna follow me now ? What a creep."
"Nah. Just walking you home."
"I’ve never asked you to do that."
"’M just being a gentleman."
You chuckled. His cocky attitude was pitiful.
"Didn’t know you were a chaser, after all. Disappointed because I haven’t fallen for you the first time you talked to me ?"
"I’m definitely not.", he smirked, "But for you, I’d be one, doll."
"Quit the petname, dude. We’re not together."
"Yet.", he corrected. You sighed, amused by his determination.
LEONARDO LUNA wasn’t capable of letting you go. Well, you piqued his interest, after all. He wasn’t used to be rejected, but you made this rejection so sweet, so intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. He walked you home, and with a little persuasion (aka, promising you he wasn’t going to spam you all the time) he got your Instagram (he giggled like a teenager when he saw that you accepted his request on your private account.) Since that day, you were always there in his thoughts, day and night, more than he had excepted. It was a game of cat and mouse : him, constantly flirting with you, and you, ignoring or rejecting him again and again. His teammates were confused; he wasn’t the type to run after someone, it was quite the opposite. Luna was used to be a living fantasy for most women and men, he didn’t even had to try to please. But it was different this time. Always refusing to go on dates with him, refusing his gifts or his advances. You were completely unreachable, a hopeless and absurd desire of his. What Luna wanted, Luna got; and right now, he felt like a frustrated little child who had just been denied the toy he wanted his mother to buy him at the mall. And gosh, the more inaccessible you were, the more he craved- no, needed you. So, he took his phone in his hands, and once again, searched for your account in his Instagram conversations (actually, he didn’t have to search. You were on top of his contacts, probably because he decided that he won’t talk to anyone until you accept a date from him.) and texted you. You were peacefully reading a book on your couch when you heard a ding from your phone, followed by a buzzing sound. You closed your book and reached for your phone, watching Luna’s text on your wallpaper. (In all honesty, you were - each time - surprised to see a certified account sending you a message, before realizing that it was Luna. Again.)
4:47p.m. | leonardoluna : Hey, doll
just wondering if you were free tonight ?
- read at 4:48p.m.
4:51p.m. | yn.ln : hi, yeah i am. why ?
- read at 4:51p.m.
Luna smiled at the screen. He lied down on his bed, back pressed against the mattress as he waited for your answer impatiently.
4:51p.m. | leonardoluna : care to join me for dinner ? my treat, obviously
- read at 4:51p.m.
He rolled on his bed, his elbows now resting on the sheets. He sighed in defeat. You weren’t answering. You were probably gonna reject him again - with or without a proper excuse once more. He turned off his phone, throwing it behind him on the bed, frustrated and disappointed - wait. Did he just heard his phone ringing ?? He hurried to grab his phone, unlocking it messily, his eyes almost glued to the screen.
5:00p.m. | yn.ln : why not
- read at 5:01p.m.
You agreed ? A huge grin displayed on his face as he celebrated his victory with a disconcerting enthusiasm.
5:00p.m. | leonardoluna : coming to pick you up at 8, then ?
- read at 5:00p.m.
5:01p.m. | yn.ln : sure. sounds good to me
see ya then :)
- read at 5:01p.m.
5:01p.m. | leonardoluna : see you, pretty
promise you’re gonna like it. picking a good place rn
- read & liked by yn.ln at 5:03p.m.
He jumped off his bed, immediately calling a fancy restaurant to book a table. He knew the owner, so he arranged a table for you two. Luna thanked him. He wanted to kick himself : this stupid, huge grin painted on his face, that he couldn’t erase. This feeling was astonishing; maybe, it was his chance to pull you ! Finally, after all these efforts.
LEONARDO LUNA’s smile dropped, his joy fever slowly fading to a terrible dread. At first, he just wanted you in his bed. A one-night-stand without any worries, without fuss. But here he was, giggling like a teenager in love for a random person that wasn’t interested a single bit ? What the fuck was he doing ? He frowned. Was it a mistake ? He didn’t want to be in a relationship. It was too much to handle for him, the distance, the attention to give, the responsibilities that came in the package. What was he supposed to do, now ? He was anxious. He never felt anxious. He sat down on his bed, his face in his hands, exhaling deeply. He looked at your text, over and over and over and over again. You wanted to see him. He felt nauseous, probably for the first time in his entire life. And right now, the thrill of it all disappeared, giving way to a terrible, overwhelming, sensation of pressure.
You were standing outside of your house, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the goosebumps on your skin, arisen by the night cold breeze.
8:15p.m.
Maybe you should’ve stayed by the fireplace, at least for some minutes.
8:25p.m.
Okay, he was just late. A latecomer, huh. You should’ve wore something else, at least, not these short clothes.
8:35p.m.
It’s probably his job. Being a professional soccer player has its flaws, for sure. You should’ve called him, at least, to tell him you were waiting him to pick you up outside, like it was planned.
8:40p.m.
You decided to text him again - now, a bit worried. You should’ve asked him to meet at the restaurant directly, at least, to know where you were supposed to go. Perhaps he had a car accident ? You frowned, seeing his "online" status on Instagram. You looked at the conversation another time.
8:05 | yn.ln : sorry, I just got out, took a bit too much time to prepare lmao
you’re probably driving, so be safe
anyway, i’m waiting outside for you to pick me up :)
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:15p.m. | yn.ln : is everything okay ?
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:22p.m. | yn.ln : Luna ? It’s not funny yk
I can walk to the restaurant if you have an issue, just give me the address
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:40p.m. | yn.ln : for fuck’s sake, im worried, can’t you just answer the damn phone ?
where are you ??
luna ?
- read at 8:42p.m.
8:42p.m. | yn.ln : gosh, you’re here, I was scared something happened to you
i’m outside, is everything okay ?
- read at 8:50p.m.
8:50p.m. | yn.ln : you’re not gonna answer, are you ?
- read at 8:52p.m.
Tears in the corner of your eyes, you bit your inside cheek in a faint attempt to keep them from falling angrily on your cheeks. Your hands were trembling - from the cold, or from the frustration ? Honestly, you didn’t know. Obviously, he played with you. It was his goal since the very first night. How could you be this fucking dumb ? Naive ? He just wanted you in his bed, and he was tired already of his new toy, aka, you. So he threw you away, like he did with everyone else. You were too silly, artless, to think that someone like him could like someone like you. Incisive insecurities, bittersweet thoughts, appalling regrets, permeated your mind as you turned off your phone, deciding to take a walk outside to soothe your nerves.
8:54p.m. | yn.ln : you’re a fucking asshole. i should’ve listened the rumors about your mf face.
how could I believed you ??
srs, go fuck yourself.
you are the biggest regret I’ve ever had
- read at 8:58p.m.
8:59p.m. | yn.ln : go on, spend your whole life fucking people like they actually want you, ig.
- read at 9:00p.m.
Maybe it was childish, but you needed to get those feelings out of your chest. You were disappointed, felled even. Your friends warned you, but you haven’t listened. How could you ? He was so nice to you all the time, always asking about your day and all. You always refused to go on dates with him, thinking he was just playing for a night with you. But after one month, you sincerely thought he wanted a deeper connexion with you than just sex. And you were wrong, of course.
LEONARDO LUNA never drove this quick. He was probably like - at 110 k.p.h on a 50 k.p.h road. His hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear lever, pulling the car out of the intersection. He haven’t even cared about the others that were honking several times because of his awful (and dangerous) driving, his thoughts were busy, because of you, and only you. He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that it was a bad idea to talk to you, to get accustomed to your texts, to your honey-like voice when you were calling him. He liked you. Maybe even more, he didn’t know. He parked his car messily on the sidewalk, getting weird stares and side-eyes from passers-by. He spotted your walking figure and immediately ran after you, his breath short and unsteady. Good thing he knew where you lived since the night he walked you home, one month ago. He bit his lip when he grabbed your wrist, and you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He hated himself, right now.
9:11p.m.
"You ? Fucking bastard, leave me alone." You sharply said, trying to get away from his grasp. He immediately took you in his arms, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, stroking your soft hair. He shoved your face on his chest, trying to reassure you.
"I’m- I’m so sorry. I got nervous. I’m just not used to feel this kind of things towards someone. It’s the first time; actually. I was scared. Scared of being rejected with true, heavy, feelings, this time. I beg you,", he inhaled, his voice wobbly, "please, forgive me."
"I can’t trust you.", you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothed chest, trying to push him away as harshly as you could.
"You can. I didn’t think- fuck. It’s hard to say that. That I could fall for someone so quickly, so easily. It’s so simple to talk to you, I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone in my overall, miserable existence. I want to give you my whole heart, my whole soul, okay ? I fucked up, I know. And I truly don’t deserve you. But I can’t help, but being selfish again, one last time, please, just wanting you, your smile, your laughs, your soft touches, wanting you by my side permanently. That’s all I’m asking for. A second chance, because I don’t want anybody else to have you. I want to be the one you come home to, the one you think of when life is all troubles and worries."
"Look at me. Tell me you hate me, reject me over, I’m not worth your attention. But I won’t stop thinking about you, I’m just not able to do it. Don’t let me down. Please."
You tilted your head up, seeing his green eyes wet already. His trembling hands wandered to your cheeks, gently stroking them, as if you were made of porcelain that his sins could shatter into tiny million of pieces, in a instant.
He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your lips, his free hand searching so naturally for yours, intertwining your fingers together. When he pulled away, he gave you a small, weak smile, as if he’s seen his whole world being destroyed by a zephyr. You returned the smile, as he wiped away your tears.
"Promise not to let me go, then.", you answered in a whisper, your heart beating at an unsteady, loving pace.
"I won’t."
You both laughed slightly at the cheesy scene, his enamoured gaze drowning into yours.
"Now come on, honey, we have a date to attend to."
LEONARDO LUNA thought that, at first, you were a challenge. A cocky challenge, egos swinging, wondering if he could pull you like he always did with everyone. What Leonardo Luna wants, Leonardo Luna gets. However, now, he was just a puppy running after you, completely smitten. He liked to say that he was in charge, in control : but everybody knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.
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arlestial · 6 months
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hello hello! i'm really fan of your work and i'ld like to know if you could make rin boyfriend headcanons please? thanks in advance! :) bisous de france and don't forget to take care of yourself <3!!
❝He looks up grinning like a devil❞
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synopsis : Rin Itoshi thought he wasn’t ready for love, ever. Until he met you. And now; his heart isn’t really his anymore.
pairing : Itoshi Rin x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : none, just some fluff, some suggestive mentions - (just some kisses) but nothing really developed nor important here (kind of enemies to lovers at first, tho)
word count : 1850~ words
author-note : it’s been 8 months guys, and I’m deeply sorry for this - clearly not intentional - hiatus ! I’ve been busy with my studies and my mental health but it’s all better now <3 I’m going to answer to the few requests I have in my ask box as soon as I can. It’s longer than what I excepted 😭.. Thanks for your request, hope you like it anyway. Gros bisous à toi, et passe une super bonne journée ! (N’oublie pas de te reposer surtout)💗 take care of yourself ♡
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RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. Constantly putting a facade between him and other people. Maybe it was a shield, not to be hurt again. Maybe it was a weapon, not to be approached again. He was lonely. And he knew it very well, deep inside of his slewed heart. But wasn't solitude better than suffering? So he sticked around his old mentra. He had other things to attend to, to think of.
RIN ITOSHI despised you. No- he hated you, with all his guts. You were so annoying; always talking to his teammates, laughing with them as you brought water bottles so they could drink. Could you just do your job without talking for once ? When Ego announced you were going to replace Anri for a few weeks, because she was severely ill, he swore he was going to jump out of the window. It could’ve been anyone else - but no, Ego chose you, you out of all the qualified, useful, and actually smart people out there who wanted the job. Why ? He wasn’t the type to complain, he couldn’t care less, but just seeing you on the field made him feel a boiling anger deep in his stomach, and you felt it the first time you laid your eyes upon him.
"You got a staring problem, perhaps ?", you asked, raising an eyebrow at his staring. He looked so fucking irritating, his cold and condescending gaze fixed on you. Your tone betrayed your harsh thoughts.
"No. Just wondering why you look so boring and annoying even though I’ve never talked to you.", he answered, with a mocking tone - still, his face remained neutral, judgmental even. You scoffed.
"The feeling’s mutual."
Since that day, you two argued with each other constantly. His teammates never seemed to understand why; and Rin was too busy thinking about what comebacks he could said to your petty insults to actually explain them why you were so.. frustrating. He couldn’t understand it either. But seeing your shocked face, your scoffs and your protests, your upset behavior tainted by a sharp words just brought something new in him, something he couldn’t explain with proper words. Joy maybe ? It was fun to tease you. And it was also easy, too.
RIN ITOSHI, in all honesty, took a liking in this little game. He wouldn’t admit it, though. So, when the day came when you stopped answering his bittersweet notes and decided to ignore him, he felt strange. Weird. Why ? Wasn’t it the whole point ? Bore you until you stop to annoy him ? Why was he missing your plain, insignificant comebacks ? Your rude attitude towards him ? And now he was jealous. Jealous to see that his fellow teammates had all your attention. He wanted your attention all to himself. Because what Rin Itoshi wants, Rin Itoshi gets. And there was no way you were going to ignore him longer. He couldn’t bear it.
RIN ITOSHI decided - by his own chef - that it was enough. You were surprised, to say the least, to see Rin in front of you, completely silent, looking at you dead in the eye. You frowned, taking a step back. (Definitely not scared because he was creepy)
"Okay… I don’t think that staring is your only problem, I guess.. Can you-"
"Can you shut up, for once ? I need you for something.", he cut you before you could even finish, and you rolled your eyes. So ignoring him didn’t solve the whole thing.
"So now, you need help ?", you added, amused, "I thought you were a big boy that didn’t need the help of a "unqualified, dumb, assistant","
"I’ve changed my mind. Do you want to be the one to blame if we lose the next game ?"
You weren’t paid enough for this job. So you just sighed, accepting your defeat and your fate. Without further discussion, he dragged you to the gym. And that’s when the whole, well, quite unusual tradition took place at first.
RIN ITOSHI apologized. For his rude behavior, for his sharp words, while he was training in the gym - as you were watching his progression, of course. Every day, you were at the same hour at this exact spot in the gym, talking to Rin as he was training his already sculpted body. He was still teasing you, but this deep boiling anger in his stomach became, day by day, more.. pleasant. Until the day Isagi walked in, interrupting your little chat, and winked at him, murmuring in his ear to "make a move". That’s when he connected the dots. He had feelings for you.
Confessing his feelings was hard. Especially since Anri came back. You were supposed to leave in a few days, and Rin couldn’t help but feel the sting in his heart. Was he going to see you again ? He couldn’t let you go just like that. Not after what you’ve did to him. So the last day, after you had greeted all his teammates, you walked out the door of the Blue Lock’s building, a sigh leaving your lips. He wasn’t there. How foolish to think that maybe, your feelings were reciprocated. You walked away, until something - no, someone, grabbed your wrist. It was Rin. You turned to face him, surprised. You opened your mouth to say something-
"I like you. A lot. Fuck- No. I love you. Don’t go just yet. Please."
And how could you refuse this confession ? (You can’t anyway.)
RIN ITOSHI and you started dating after that. He was a little stiff at the beginning; the man wasn’t used to be loved nor taken care of. So you taught him. Light touches here and there; Rin was a quiet, shy, yet attentive lover. He wasn’t too fond of PDA : first, he didn’t want to include you in paparazzi issues, and second, he wasn’t completely comfortable in public in general. He would put his hand on the small of your back in a crowded street to show you the way, lock your pinkies together all the time, probably press a kiss on your hairline; but that’s all he would do in public.
"This way, love. Careful, we don’t want you to get lost, do we ?"
RIN ITOSHI, in private, is a touch-starved, self-deprived boy who needs your whole attention and affection. Please, cuddle him. Let him be the little spoon, and he would absolutely melt. He’s putty in your hands as soon as you reach for him. Lay down on the couch, with him resting on your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep as you fingers play gently with his hair, softly scratching his scalp just like he likes it. If you stop, he will wake-up in no time; glaring at you with a slight pout on his lips.
"I didn’t know I asked you to stop."
"My hand hurts, Rin."
"Bold of you to assume that I care."
"Please ? Just for 5 minutes.", he added in a whisper after some seconds, practically begging for your touch. His sudden change of attitude caused you to chuckle.
RIN ITOSHI absolutely dies for your kisses. He lives for them, okay ? Your plush lips pressed against his, with you sitting on his lap as his hands traveled to the back of your thighs, holding you in place. One arm around his neck, the other hand supporting yourself by grabbing his shoulder, he swears he could spent hours just making out with you. His tongue buried down your throat, bodies grinding and pressed against each other’s as you both let your eager lips devour your love.
RIN ITOSHI who kisses your insecurities away (literally). He knows exactly what it feels like to have insecurities and to be misunderstood about them, so don’t worry (he’s definitely an overthinker too.) You’re not going to be insecure on his watch. He would reassure you all the time, taking his precious time whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hyping you up. He wants you to be the most comfortable possible around him. Communication is the main key in your relationship. He took some time to finally let down his walls, so he intends you to do the same : without any pressure, of course. You can trust him, he can trust you. You both rely on each other’s back, and you can always count on him for anything. He’s not a man of many words, but for you, he would make an effort.
"Shh, darling. Come on, look at me, please,", he gently tilted your chin up for you to look at him, "dry those tears, my love. I’ve never met someone as strong, as beautiful and as courageous as you. If only you could see yourself with my eyes.. Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of you. Honestly, they should be jealous of me. After all, what did I do to deserve an angel like you ?"
RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. And perhaps you could heal the broken inner-child that still suffer in silence today. But with certainty, with you, behind closed doors, maybe- maybe, for you, he could grow into a whole different person.
"I think that.. I think that I like the person I am when I’m with you. Does it make sense ? Yeah. You bring a side of me that I don’t want to let go. I think it’s a soulmate thing, don’t you think so ?"
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arlestial · 1 year
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hello!! i wanted to request reo with a s/o recovering from an injury? like an injury to the knee, so they have to use crutches & stuff
❝help me hold onto you❞
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synopsis : Injured from your last sport workout, Reo decides to take care of you the best he can.
pairing : Reo Mikage x gender neutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : Mention of blood, of pain, and some swear words. Besides, it’s still fluff !
word count : 975~ words
author-note : Hi !! Thanks for your request, I’m sorry for the delay, I guess I can say I’m not very active here, I have a massive schedule in school and a lot of exams (I love French schools 😽) so I’m trying my best to write everyday. I have like 4 requests in my box and I’m writing them asap. Talking about Blue Lock !! The anime is super cool but sometimes the graphisms are weird ? Besides that I definitely love it. In short, I hope this hc is as good as you wanted ! take care of yourself ♡
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"Fuck", you said, wincing in pain. Your teammates ran towards your figure, concerned about the fall you just made. You tried to get up, thinking it was nothing too important, but you couldn’t. You immediately fell again, and you started worrying : and then you looked. Your knee was weird, you didn’t recognize it at first; the bone was not in the same place as a few seconds, before your fall. You watched your teammates’ livid faces, some of them were extremely pale, some immediately called the urgences. You were too overwhelmed to process what was happening, nor feeling the pain in your knee. The noises, some of your teammates were almost throwing up, the hotness of the gym, the yells of your coach… And before you can acknowledge it, you were basically laid on the floor, unconscious.
"Y/N !!!"
"Wait, Mikage, please ! I think they need some sleep, they’re not good at all for the moment-"
"Do I look like I care about your thoughts ? Let me see my s/o now."
As you were slowly and painfully emerging from your slumber, a furious guy entered (without the consent of your teammates) your hospital room. Purple hair, purple and anxious eyes searched for yours. It was Reo.
"Oh, gosh, you’re awake", he sighed, feeling his anxiousness calm a little.
"See ? They’re not dead, I told you, they’re not a fragile little baby."
"Shut up Seishiro, I never said that"
"You literally told me 5 seconds ago-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP"
"Can both of you two please talk less louder ?", you sighed, your eyebrows frowned.
"I’m sorry babe, but what happened to your knee ? Your coach called me, he said you were badly injured."
You finally looked at your knee cast. You frowned, disappointed of your performance.
"I made a bad move, that’s all. I’ll-"
"Y/N, don’t move ! You’re supposed to rest. The nurses said you’d play again after 7 of 8 weeks."
"8 weeks ?? It’s too long."
"It’s for your safety. If you don’t care about your own sanity, do it for me", sighed Reo, worried.
"Okay…"
And your long trip into the healing process began. Reo was extremely concerned about you, always keeping an eye on you, and doing things to help you (even tho you don’t need help..). He literally carries you bridal style everywhere, anytime. You want to go to the bathroom ? He’s gonna carry you. You want something in the fridge ? He’s gonna search it for you. You want to eat something specifically ? He’s gonna cook it for you, don’t worry. He’ll bring you to every doctor’s appointment to make sure your knee is healing, in order to help you in your reeducation to play again. He’s so sweet. Taking you to your favorite restaurants, your favorite cafés, calling you to make sure everything is okay at home when he’s in his soccer training…
You heard your phone ranging. A towel around you, just out of your shower, Reo was calling, and a soft smile appeared on your lips.
"Hi, Reo."
"Hi, my dear. How are you ? I’m sorry I haven’t greeted you this morning."
"Mmh", you said, looking through the huge windows of your shared appartement, "When are you coming home ? I’m waiting for you"
"Soon, my love, I’m changing. I’m coming as fast as I can"
And you see him 5 minutes later at the door, already carrying you to the couch, your head on his torso, your arms wrapped around his form. Maybe being injured wasn’t as terrible as you thought…
And as the days with your sweet boyfriend passed, the 8 weeks were fast : you were finally able to play again, and Reo was your first supporter.
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arlestial · 1 year
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I LOVE ITTTTT
“GOD, I’M SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU.”
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3k words -> the bracelet you make isagi ends up becoming his most prized possession, and his lucky charm. afab! reader
miss @yaakultt my dearly beloved several snack runs have been run since i promised to type this up for you many a moons ago but now i’m goddamn here to deliver 😤😤 hope you enjoyed your boba!! now come get your soft (and occasional still feral! 👀) isagi <33
cw: mostly fluff, but sassy isagi does make an appearance. slight suggestive themes. cursing. this is barely proofread we die like men. also the way this was supposed to be short and sweet nah clearly i’m incapable of doing that 💀💀
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“you made this? for me?”
there’s a hitch to his voice, as if he needs to push the words through a mesh strainer in his throat - but he prevails, gaze bouncing between your face and the colourful bracelet in your outstretched palms. the cobalt of his eyes glisten with so many stars you’re convinced they sucked in the night sky whole.
under his unrelenting focus, the corners of your lip quirk up into a nervous grin on their own accord. the memories of your amateur craftsmanship are still crisp in your mind like a sheet of freshly fallen snow. you’ve spent embarrassingly long hours on this - gingerly deliberating which colour strings would suit him, then trying your best to make the knots look even and stick to the pattern.
it feels more intimate than you’d thought it would, strangely, gifting him something you dedicated an overflowing amount of time, effort - and so so much genuine, loving care to.   
“yeah! wanted you to have it as a reminder that i’m always cheering you on no matter what, since, ya know, i probably won’t be able to make it to all of your games. i am but one girl, after all.”
isagi goes incredibly still, stunned all the way into next week, mouth agape like a fish suddenly sprung out of water. with your nerves already feeling like they’ve been diced thin in a blender, you immediately jump to the wrong conclusion.
“no pressure for you to wear it, obviously,” you chuckle, but there’s little humour in it when, through this new, panic-induced light, the fumbles and imperfections of your handiwork that you deemed barely noticeable (or at least passable) before now seem to poke your eyes out like a vicious flock of crows.
“it is uh, very very wonky-lookin’ so–”
“no.”
while your relationship with isagi is still in its early stages, you’ve known him long enough by now to learn that wherever soccer’s not concerned, he turns into an absolute sweetheart - a man with an ultimately sincere and kind soul.
he borderline acts like one of those lame, rom-com cliche boyfriends, but you never had the heart to tell him, nor had any real desire for his behaviour to change. not when all of his stupid, cheesy antics make you want to kiss him into a lovesick puddle - a response he’s eager to receive each and every time.
there’s no trace of that endearingness now, however, as his muscled chest falls and crests in waves underneath his sweat-soaked practice shirt, a slight heave to his breathing. his stubborn gaze clings to you still, not having wondered once, so you don’t miss the tendril of assertiveness blazing in his eyes - a little leftover ego from the field he brought home with him today.
“no,” he repeats, and your toes curl, because his voice sounds just as raspy as when he rouses in the morning. “you’re not just a girl, baby. you’re the girl, yeah? my girl.”
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arlestial · 1 year
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Hiii can you mabye write boyfriend hcs for aiku sae shidou and luna from bllk please?💖
❝it's you and me, that's my whole world❞
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synopsis : How does it feel to be their fantastic s/o ?
pairing : Aiku, Sae, Shidou, Luna x gender neutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : None, that’s mainly fluff and comfort (a bit suggestive on Aiku and Shidou’s part, some « feminine » pet names in Aiku’s part)
word count : 1850~ words
author-note : Hii !! Thanks for your request. To be honest, I didn’t even remembered who was Luna lmao, so I read again Blue Lock to see his face.. I swear I forgot about him. Hope you like it and that I hadn’t made them too occ !! (I’m becoming a simp for Aiku help) take care of yourself ♡
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AIKU OLIVER seems quite intimidating at first, maybe because of his famousness or because of his height, but meeting him the first time made you nervous. He’s super outgoing, and straightforward (it’s a bit scary-). But when you get to know him better, he’s going to be the sweetest of these four boys ! Aiku puts his whole heart into everything if it’s for you. You want a new plushie ? He’s going to search for the perfect plushie for you, with the cutest design, your favorite color : prepare yourself, he’s gonna take some classes to learn how to make one. Alright, it won’t be the most beautiful plushie you’re gonna see but hey !! He did it with his hands ?? And it took a while to do so !! He prefers to do something more significant for you than to simply buy something (but he will buy you a lot of things, jewelry, books he thinks you’d like, ect.). He’s a flirt, ngl, he likes to embarrass you, but he always makes-up for it, by pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. I definitely think he would call you honey, sweetheart or my girl.
"- Sweetheart, I’m 200% sure eating two chocolate bars are not very good for your stomach…"
"Nah, don’t worry about me- AIKU !"
He grabbed the chocolate from your hands and put his over his head.
"I don’t wanna hear you whine like a baby because your stomach hurts, mkay ? My sweet girl can’t even take care of herself well", he said in a playful tone.
"Shut up, Aiku, and give me my chocolate bars. Now."
"Then make me, honey", he winked at you and you rolled your eyes. You approached him, hugging him, and putting your hand on his torso, in a seductive way. He felt his heart beating faster, harder in his chest, and the kiss you gave him on his neck made him feel kinda hot, his cheeks becoming red.
You snatched the chocolates bars from his hands and ran away, leaving the poor man alone, flustered. Yeah, he’s whipped for you. A big simp with absolutely no shame.
ITOSHI SAE is extremely different from Aiku. His demeanor is cold, and he was extremely distant and dry in the beginning of your friendship. Then, as the time past, he was more and more attached to you, and started catching feelings. He was so mad at himself : you probably saw him as a friend, and nothing more. Plus, he was kinda mean towards you, he thought you would like a nicer man.. but when you confessed to him, he (almost) had a smile on his face. This man’s gonna pamper you the best he can, buying you the most expansive jewelry ever, the prettiest clothing, taking you to dates often, even if he’s extremely busy. His love language is surely gift giving and quality time !! I feel like he’s very protective too, especially to soccer players; and kinda his brother, who’s one of your friends. He’s a bit insecure and he’s definitely touch starved, so you need to boost his confidence and assure him you won’t leave him anytime soon (never). He would definitely call you dear or babe.
" Sae, what are you look for ? ",you asked, seeing your boyfriend searching something in the closet of your shared home.
"My white shirt, I have an appointment with some journalist today, but I don’t find- oh."
He saw you holding out his shirt, a proud smile on your face.
"I put your shirt away this morning, I was sure you were going to be late"
"Thanks, babe", he said, a small smile creeping on his face, taking his shirt and your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. He put his shirt and then headed to the door of the house. You followed him.
"Don’t forget the restaurant this evening dear", he said, taking his coat.
"Mmh", you kissed him goodbye, smiling through the kiss.
"I won’t be long, I promise, love you."
SHIDOU RYUSEI is… a special lover, to say the least. Prepare yourself for tons of adventures and tons of weird stares. He has literally no shame, he’s extremely bold, even in public (this dude doesn’t understand PDA ig) and he doesn’t give a shit about people around him, not what they think of him. But when it comes to you ? Ohh man. He’s extremely proud of you, he’s gonna show you off to everyone 24/7, and if somebody says something about you that he doesn’t like, you would need to calm him fast because he’s ready to throw hands. He wants to hang-out with you all the time, he’s capable of everything for you. Definitely a simp and a hype-man !! He wants to be in your arms 24/7 and absolutely love when you praise him about his skills in soccer or in anything else. This man has a lot of respect for you, your family and friends, but he’s sometimes a bit harsh towards your friends, especially if some of them disrespect you because « it’s fun » or because they’re the « pickme » type.
"Oh hi, Y/N !", you turned your head towards the noise to see two friends you haven’t seen in a while.
"Oh, hi, long time no see ! How are you ?"
"I’m fine ! How are-" answered your first friend, before being interrupted by the second one, that was looking down at you.
"I heard you have a boyfriend now ?"
"Uh… yeah I have, I’m waiting for him to get out of his training right now. He’s a soccer player !", you responded, a bit nervous, a strained smile on your lips.
"Wondering how you get a hottie like this to even take a look at you."
You felt immediately humiliated, you haven’t seen her for almost one year and a half, and she’s already trying to belittle you ? You frowned, and she stopped laughing in a high-pitched voice to look at you again, then sighed.
"Man, you’re so sensitive, chill. It’s a joke."
"A joke is supposed to be funny, bitch."
Shidou appeared behind your second friend, pushing her towards the first one, hurting her a bit in the process.
"Get the fuck out of here now or I’m going to smash your fucking head into the concrete."
They ran away, the second one literally scared for her life, and Shidou put his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the exit of the corridor.
"Don’t listen to her doll, you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, you know that. I’m the luckiest man here."
LEONARDO LUNA is a sarcastic yet, loving man. He absolutely loves to tease you and to fluster you, it’s his hobby. Making you blush ? He’s smiling. Making you laugh ? He’s crying from your cuteness. His humor is so good, you’ve never seen a funnier man in your life, istg. He’s even more funny when you two go on a date and when he decides to judge every. single. person. that walked past both of you. He’s fond of you, and each day he has you on his side makes him realize he’s the happiest man of the world, thanks to you. He wants you to come to his games with his jersey, and he told his coach he wanted you on the bench near the field, to hold you in his arms after each win, and each defeat. You literally have him warped around your finger, he’s willing to do anything for you to be happy, even belittle himself. His friends tease him about you, but he can’t protest : you’re the light in his life, he counts the days before seeing you again (when he needs to be in a foreign country for soccer), you’re his wallpaper screen, he’s always calling you or texting you, sometimes in the middle of training.
"Luna, what are you doing ?? We’re training man", scoffed his teammate, seeing him on his phone, smiling like a kid.
"I’m texting my s/o, ‘kay? So stop disturbing me, thanks."
"You’re such a simp", he laughed.
"Shut the fuck up", Luna answered, cheeks red, embarrassed.
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owww that’s so kind :(
Thank you so much, you bring me happiness too 🫶 don’t forget to rest well, eat and drink properly !
Take care ❤️
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hi!! i love your content ♥︎ can you do general bf headcanons for isagi ?
❝my good looking boy❞
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synopsis : Isagi Yoichi is probably the best soccer player you know. And he’s your boyfriend, too.
pairing : Isagi Yoichi x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : just fluff with the best bllk character
word count : 2100~ words
author-note : Hii ! Hope your day goes well :) I’m sorry, I took a while to fulfill your request, so I hope you like it. It was headcannons at first but I needed to put some context, sorry :(. I’m happy to hear that you like my content, thank you ! I love Isagi, he’s my fav character in the manga, I’m so excited for the anime tho !! take care of yourself ♡
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ISAGI YOICHI is such a good boyfriend. In fact, you’re his first s/o; he surely fell for you first. When he saw you the first time, it was at high school, before he had been invited to the Blue Lock project. You were sitting on a bench with a friend, he guessed, near the soccer practice field, and you were laughing, enjoying snacks you probably bought earlier. Saying that he saw you near him for the first time was a lie. You were in another class, so he definitely acknowledged you before. You piqued his interest. Your beautiful smile, the way your hair was styled, your pretty laugh, the way you talked to your friends, behaved with them… he was ashamed, to say the least, to have a little crush on you even though you both never interacted. So, when he saw you on the bench, near the soccer practice field, he decided to play at 200%. Not to show-off, of course !! He was just feeling well. So when he had scored two goals, he couldn’t help but look towards you, wanting to see if you have seen him. He was surprised to see your gaze already fixed on him, and he blushed. You were watching him !! His teammates were suspicious when they noticed his stupid smile. At the end of the training, after his quick shower, he put on his uniform again, ready to go home. He exited the locker room and walked away, only to be stopped by someone who appeared to be calling his name.
"Isagi ! Wait !"
When he turned to face the voice, he saw you, running towards him, a water bottle in your hand.
"Sorry to disturb you ! You forgot your bottle on the field."
His face flushed red furiously. He didn’t know how to respond to your sweetness. And you knew his name ??
"Oh and, I wanted to congratulate you for your goals. I don’t know much of soccer but you were definitely playing well !"
He blushed again. You smiled genuinely, and he couldn’t help but let the butterflies fill his stomach.
"Oh, h-hey, Y/N ! Thanks", he said, taking the bottle from your hands, and he was screaming inside when his fingers brushed against yours, "I was not playing this good.. I make multiple mistakes in fact, ahah.. »
"You did ? I didn’t noticed them. Perhaps you could teach me some soccer ? I don’t want to pressure you if you don’t want too-"
"N-No ! Don’t worry, I can teach you the basic things !", he immediately rushed. "I can give you my number if you want, so you can text me when you want us to talk."
"That’s very nice of you ! Thank you, Isagi."
Hearing his name from your mouth embarrassed him. He smiled at you, hoping you couldn’t notice his nervousness. After your little conversation, you waved goodbye at him, saying you needed to go back to your house to do your homework. He waved back and went back to his own house, said hi to his parents, and headed directly to his room. He lay down on his bed, his cheeks still a bit red and this stupid smile on his face.
As days goes by, Isagi learned a lot from you, especially your personality, likes and dislikes, and you learned a lot from him, about soccer, his hobbies, his mentality. He was even more fond of you, and he was hoping you could reciprocate his feelings. As days goes by, you decided to eat your lunch with him, appearing every lunchtime in front of the door of his classroom, earning murmurs from his friends and his classmates. Then, you appeared to all of his trainings, sitting on the special bench you sat the first time you saw a soccer game, and he walked you home everytime after, wanting you to come home safe. He helped you with your studies, telling you he could help you memorize your lessons (even though you were technically smarter than him academically), bringing you snacks you like...
And you obviously fell for him too. He wanted to ask you to be his s/o, so he prepared everything. This poor boy was scared you might reject him, so he take one or two months to confess. He decided to ask you out at the end of his practice, but he was so nervous he hadn't said anything. So you two walked, you were talking about your day, but he wasn't listening. How could he ? You were so pretty, your voice was addictive, everything about you was attractive. He didn't even noticed when the both of you were arrived at your house, and that you were waving your hand in front of his face.
"Isagi ? Isagi ? Hey !"
"O-Oh, sorry ! I dozed-off."
"I see that..", you sigh. "Thanks for walking me home. See you tomorrow, Isagi !", you smiled and you turned your back at him to open your house door, when he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
"Wait !! Please, I have something to tell you."
You looked at hip deep ocean eyes, filled with nervousness, and he told you the three words you wanted him to say to you for a long time now.
"I like you, I like you so much, Y/N. Would you like being my s/o..?"
You immediatly hugged him, causing him to blush even more.
"I would love to."
ISAGI YOICHI would be the best boyfriend ever. He's worried about you 24/7, asking for your consent for everything. He wants you to feel comfortable with him, to open-up to him, he wants you to know that he's always here for you. He's a super supportive boyfriend ! He's your personal hyper. He is empathetic asf. You want to test a new style for your hair ? You want to have a new clothing style, but you're not sure if it will fit you ? Believe me, it will fit you. Isagi is gonna make sure you love yourself the way he loves you. He wants to help you through your insecurities, your traumatisms (if you have traumatisms), your problems (trust issues, daddy issues, family issues...). He wants to be the shoulder you can cry on without feeling judged. You had an argument with your friends ? Don’t worry, he’s gonna comfort you and give you advices on it (if you want, of course !)
ISAGI YOICHI is a cheesy guy. He wants you to know that he loves you and adores you, in every way he can. He always sends you « good morning darling !! » and « goodnight love :) », and he never miss. He remembers everything you told him. You told him you liked a book two months ago ? He’s gonna ask you if you had read the next volume. And if you haven’t, he’s gonna buy you the book for you to read it.
"How did you know I liked polaroids ?", you asked him, the camera Isagi gifted you in your hands. You dreamt of this camera for years.
"You know when I walked you home after our date in the soccer field ? You told me you were dreaming of having polaroids of us, and your friends. So I bought you one"
"You remembered ?? But it was at least 2 months ago.."
"Of course I remembered !"
"I love you so much"
ISAGI YOICHI is super easy to fluster. Please, use pick up lines on him and you’re gonna see his terribly-cute blush. His love-language is probably quality time and acts of service. If you’re struggling with something, Isagi’s gonna help you with it, even if he’s tired because of the Blue Lock Project. You need to FaceTime him at least 5 times in a week before he heads to bed. Otherwise, he can’t sleep. Sorry, but your voice is so comforting.
To resume, Isagi Yoichi is fond of you. And you can’t help but be fond of him too.
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HE’S A 10 BUT,, he “devours” others
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boyfriend! isagi yōichi hc’s
content warning: none!
— gn! reader, established relationship, teeth!! rotting!!! fluff!!!!
(a/n): I JUST THINK THAT,, isagi is a very neat guy <3 this unexpectedly is a lot longer than i thought it was wow
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𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈
i do not make the rules but, in the most endearing way, isagi is the lamest boy you will ever meet!! he makes the lamest & cheesiest bf but i mean it in a very endearing way
my favorite lame bf who only lives, laughs, and loves football 🫶 (+ you)
you’re most likely his first relationship so he pulls all the stops at the lame cliché things he can do because he just wants all of his firsts with you 🙁 he’s trying his absolute best and we love him
like every other student athlete, he has his high school jersey number on his instagram bio (he’s so lame) but he also does that thing couples do when they put their s/o’s name in their bio 🫡
his other social media handles are literally something like (y/n)sboyfriend and it’s single-handedly the most cringiest thing ever but he means it in the sweetest way ‘cause he just wants everyone to know that he’s your’s awhh
def gets teased (read for: bullied) for it but does he care?? absolutely not 🤨 thinks if he changes it that it’d be the biggest betrayal to you!! homeboy adores you too much for that, literal heart eyes at just the mention of you
someone can say “look your s/o is here?” and his head would automatically just be turning left and right, trying to find you (all his friends abuse this)
ISAGI POSTS YOU A LOT ON HIS STORY <3 so cheesy but he never misses a s/o national day and he marks his calendar just ‘cause he’s a little paranoid abt missing them 😭 he’s posted you on national best friend day before too <33 the absolute cheesiest and sweetest man alive
one of his redeeming quality is that he at least chooses cute songs to post you to (p.s. i love you by paul partohap & come inside my heart by iv of spades)
HIS FAVORITE DATES ARE GOING WALKS, I KNOW IT’S LAME BUT HEAR ME OUT FIRST: first, he loves walking and thinking as a way to pass time!! i think he adores just walking around aimlessly with you and being able to discover new hole-in-the-walls to eat at or just new sceneries!!
can you tell that his love language is quality time?
unlike the brazing heat which would have scorched your skin just a month ago, a chilled breeze gently brushes against your cheeks, leaving a faint ticklish feeling. rich green leaves are now faded into an reddish orange color, flowers are slowly closing themselves into it’s buds. all clear signs of autumn’s touch on the nature around you.
too preoccupied and enraptured by your surroundings, you paid no mind when a loose leaf traps itself in the locks of your hair. but the boy beside did.
“ah, you have a leaf in your hair,” with a closed-eye grin on his face, you can see the shape of a crescent moon craving itself onto his eyelids and lips when isagi showcases the leaf he picked off your head in between his fingers. “it’s almost night so let’s go to that one ramen place you like before we go home!” and with that, the raven-haired boy guides you through the park trails, unbeknown of how he has your heart on the palm of his hand.
his other favorite date spots are the aquarium (he wants to go to the touch pools) and oddly,the farmers' market (supporting local businesses!! and he just likes finding cool things there LMAO)
his other favorite date spots are the aquarium (he wants to go to the touch pools) and oddly,the farmers' market (supporting local businesses!! and he just likes finding cool things there LMAO)
100% has a "spot" with you (it's under the big oak tree at park in front of your house) and you guys just have a lot of picnics over there :((
HAS A MEMORY BOX DEDICATED TO YOU AHHHH (i adore this boy) he keeps a lot keepsakes from the dates you guys go on!! anything from the receipt from your guy’s first date, movie tickets, POLAROID PICTURES, those threaded friendship bracelets, and your’s and his corsages from that one time he took you to a dance 🤗 he’s sentimental okay
has a clear phone case for the purpose of being able to display a polaroid picture of you guys on the back of his phone ;(( even his lockscreen is of you guys ARGHH 😭
he loves receiving words of affirmation, please reassure and praise him 🙁 he sometimes just goes into a mood where he overthinks a lot about everything in your relationship,, please tell him he’s doing great
it’s canon that isagi’s favorite body part are thighs oml,,,, he LOVES your’s thighs regardless of size, marks, etc. (he just really likes them okay)
in the comfort of your room or his, he’s usually lying his head on your thighs like it’s own personal pillow and whenever he’s bored, he just starts fidgeting with them
he saw this tiktok where the guy had his s/o’s thighs around his neck AND ISAGI WANTS TO DO IT SO BADLY but he’s too shy to ask straight up so he’s trying to subtly hint at it in hopes that you get what he wants 😭
when i saw “subtly” he’s really just watching the tiktok like 15 times at a loud volume and keeps glancing back at you and his phone
interrupting the comfortable silence in your room, isagi groans— an undirect signal you’ve learned to pick up that he’s bored and wants you to do something about it. unfortunately for him, you were too busy with your phone, messaging your friend, instead of providing him with the attention that he desired.
“yōichi, i’m busy right now.” you promptly ignoring how he throws his cheek back against the plush of your thighs in protest.
pinching the skin of your thighs, the raven-haired boy on your lap tenderly rolls the skin between his fingers. he murmurs indigently, almost whining, “you said you’d put down your phone five minutes ago.”
you ignore him for the next half hour for his comment at the expense of your thighs being poked and probed at.
after your dates, he always tells you to text him when you get home safely or if he’s dropping you off, he makes sure that you’re inside before leaving
he will get extremely worried if you don’t text him right away that you reached your home and it might come off as a little bit overbearing but isagi’s just a little paranoid!! he just wants to make sure you’re safe & unharmed 😵‍💫
never misses sending a good morning or goodnight text either!! he always wants to make sure that he starts his days with you and wants to end his days with you as well <33
YOU KNOW THOSE MILK & MOCHA BEARS? isagi is a big fan. huge fan even. not canon but it is now because i said so. you guys have matching keychains of those <3 and it’s hanging on his keyring as of right now while i am telling you this
ALSO did you know that apparently one of isagi’s favorite subjects is actually art? i didn’t but now i am shoving this hc down your throat that he likes making little crafts during class and he gives it to you 😭 HE’S SO EXCITED ABT IT PLEASE TAKE IT EVEN IF IT’S A MACARONI NECKLACE
in hand, you have pasta noodles, all meticulously dyed in your favorite colors, with only a thin thread of string securing the noodles together. you weren’t sure what you were holding in your hands besides the fact that your boyfriend looks tremendously proud of his craft.
you observed how the remnants of your favorite colors are stained onto the football player’s fingertips when he hands you his most recent creation and your heart squeezes.
“i was thinking of you during class and made you this! i hope you like it.”
i realize i always end off these hc’s about the their families but idc BUT ISAGI’S PARENTS ARE SO SUPPORTIVE OF YOU BOTH 😭
they’re a little clueless about their son’s life but they always give their wholehearted supports to whatever makes their son happy! and who makes their son happy? you
therefore, you’re always welcomed in the isagi household with open arms <3
FAMILY DINNER WITH THE ISAGI’S IS SO HEARTWARMING— his mom is always fussing over you to make sure you’re comfortable and welcome!! his dad engages in teasing banter with both you and his son abt your relationship and how he’s “matured into a better man” since getting into a relationship with you
his dad also will pull dad jokes on you,, please laugh for this poor man’s soul
ARGHH HIS PARENTS SHOWS YOU ALL HIS BABY PICTURES + his classwork from primary school,, they give you all the details with it too!! his mom might even print an extra copy just for you if you show that you really like a specific photo </33(&;@;@
isagi is slightly embarrassed by his parents but he’s also very delighted that you, his favorite person, and his parents, his other favorite people, are getting along 🙁 he loves you and his parents sm
500/10 bf, he’s a little lame but isagi makes up for it with his overwhelming redeeming qualities
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— love resembles a misty dream !
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synopsis: keiji loves lilacs. rintaro likes roses. could this spring climax get any better?
paring: akaashi keiji x reader and some rintaro x reader
genre: fluff, angst, royal au, forbidden love au
word count: 6.9k :o
warnings: a kiss (nothing suggestive or smut related), cursing, angst!!!
authors note: this is chapter 1/2 of my short written series! to be honest, im really nervous posting this but i really do hope you enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!
reblogs and interactions are appreciated!
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“don’t be too loud.” akaashi whispered as he took his hand in yours and led you to the castle’s garden. it was already quarter past midnight, yet the moonlight illuminated its light amongst the entirety of your parents’ garden, enhancing the beauty of the scene even more. this is what made you love spring. the lovely weather and the scenery it provides. the fresh scent of damp lilacs. but most importantly, it’s the season you met him. 
giggling at his graveness, you tried to control your laughter when the man in front of you grasped your wrist and led you towards the gazebo. within seconds of entering the gazebo, his hands caressed your hair and his lips were aligned with yours.
“i’ve missed you, my princess.” he whispered to you, placing a quick peck on your lips. he hadn't seen you in almost a week due how busy you were with your princess duties and the poor man had been more clingy than usual. slowly and sensually, his mouth placed more gentle kisses on yours. without once removing his hands from your waist area, he lifted you from the ground and gently placed you on one of the ledges of the gazebo, supporting your body with both his hands to prevent you from slipping. he then slips out a bouquet of freshly picked lilacs. 
your favorite.
“i missed you too, my prince.” you cooed, smiling at him and placing both your hands on his shoulders as he picks a flower and places it on the side of your hair, “thank you for the flowers, keiji. you spoil me too much.” he returned the smile, both hands rubbing the sides of your waist as you both stared into each other’s eyes as if you’ve never seen each other a day in your life. “my handsome prince.”
and truly, your “prince” was a very handsome one. those deep blue eyes stared at yours for hours on end, and the bright grin on his lips lit up the starry night sky, even now at midnight. he’d always tell you how lucky he is to have you, but in reality, it was definitely the other way around. 
he smiled at the pet name and intertwined his hands with yours, kissing the back of your hand all while maintaining eye contact. “let’s have some fun.
“oh, and what do you mean by that?” you questioned with a raised brow. god, he’s just so familiar with that look and it makes your heart swell each time. he’s grateful that you always deal with his little schemes.
“that,” he turns and presses his pointer finger on your nose “is a secret, my love. i’ll lead the way.”
as if on cue, a flashing light from the castle’s beacon interrupted the sentimental moment between you and keiji. the light caused the both of you to frown in unison, already aware of what those flashing lights indicated.
“i have to go,” you sigh, “it is pretty late anyways.” 
“must you really leave?” the six-foot man pouted, kissing you along your jawline and collarbone. “i’m sure they will not die if you are a few minutes late, my love. i bet nobody will notice you are gone.”
while huffing a laugh, you push yourself off the ledge of the gazebo and start walking, brushing down any excess dust collected from your dress with another exhausted sigh.  “it’s my mother. my parents and the sunas are having a mini-get-together tomorrow evening." 
a grumble escapes keiji’s lips as he follows you from behind,“i never liked the sunas,” the familiar statement made you roll your eyes as the both of you made your way to the back entrance of the castle. “i don’t know, they seem fake to me.” 
you could only smile as you tried to open the door to the castle only to be stopped by keiji's hand grabbing your arm once again. you yelp in surprise, looking up at the man in front of you with confusion and curiosity. his hand that was once grabbing your arm slithered its way down to your hand, his fingers brushing over the sparkling diamond on the silver band on your finger. 
"it'd be nice to see you in the daytime more often, you know." he dips his forehead down to rest it lightly against your shoulder as he speaks. despite your best efforts, you could not force a smile as he leaned forward and kissed the corner of your mouth.  
“i know,” you sighed in distress, “but you know both of us are already taking big risks right now. what if my father is searching for you right now, keiji? what will you tell him?” 
right. your father. the sole thing preventing you and akaashi from marrying and living happily ever after. also the reason why you only wore your ring when no one was around. akaashi nodded in understanding. due to the fierce competition between your father and the sunas’ kingdom, your father forbade you from marrying anyone else who was not the son of a suna. your father reasoned that if you were to marry within suna blood, the long-lasting feud could finally be put to an end and both sides of the kingdom would benefit immensely from it. 
not to mention, dating one of your father’s servants was already out of the conversation. in the eyes of your father, it would be considered a slap on the face to not only the palace’s name, in which your parents put so much effort, but also the man himself. if your father ever knew about your secret affair with keiji, it would cost keiji his life. 
“the ring suits you.” keiji nudges his chin towards the round excellent cut diamond surrounded by other scallop-cut diamonds. you stretched your fingers out to get a better view of the stone, watching as it dazzled under the vivid star lights.
“that’s because you gave it to me, silly.” you then turned to face him, a grin plastered on your face before you softly tap the tip of his nose, causing the man to scrunch up his face. “it’s beautiful, isn’t it? i can’t even imagine how valuable this ring must be.” he hums in agreement as you wrap your arms around his neck, causing him to place his arms around your waist before taking a deep breath. “your mother has great taste, by the way.”
keiji could only chuckle lightly at your comment. great taste, indeed. coming at a whopping price of 13.6 million yen, the micro-pavé diamonds shimmer from every angle no matter how bright or dim the lighting is in the area. the petite domed engagement ring features a diamond adorned gallery along with graceful claw prongs that embrace the center gem; truly, a girl's best friend.
keiji’s father had bought the ring you currently wore on your finger for his mother long ago before he passed away due to illness. his father was a wealthy businessman who sold expensive jewels to royal families back then, and he had met keiji’s mother in the oddest of circumstances. keiji's mother had worked for your family as a stablegirl, and by chance, she
caught his father's eye leading to their soon-to-be affair. keiji's mother found out shortly after the affair began that she was pregnant. however, keiji's father had died during his mother's pregnancy. in the year keiji turned 13, his mother was diagnosed with a severe disease that would take her life shortly thereafter. all that remained was the beautiful ring, still dazzling despite its advancing age.
“honestly. you did not need to give this to me. i’m already sure your feelings for me are there.” 
keiji shakes his head in disapproval before entwining both your hands together, “see, i knew you would say that. i had to give you something to show you how much you mean to me.”
“i would love anything you give me, love. you really did not need to-“
“you deserve it, and so much more, that’s why i gave it to you. i want to spoil the love of my life.”
but you didn’t have to, is what you wanted to say. truly, it would not matter what kind of ring akaashi bought you, whether it was a cheap one or none at all, you would be the happiest girl on earth and content with the fact that you and keiji have chosen to take your relationship to a higher level. naturally, you were reluctant to accept keiji's mother’s ring. not when he was willing to give you something so dear and valuable just to prove his fidelity to you. your trust in him was already established. 
one may say both you and keiji were living in a fairytale, which is true for the most part. none of your family knew that keiji initiated the idea of giving you a promise ring. if they did, hell would definitely break loose. you could not even think of telling airin, the castle’s master of wardrobe, who you were extremely close to and could even consider an older sister because you knew she would only side with your father. 
the promise ring held so much purpose for the both of you. in order to make a living for both of you, keiji had been saving money to buy out of the industry. it wasn't a concern of yours to live somewhere other than your parents' castle, because in all honesty, you preferred living anywhere else. whether your parents would search for you or not wasn’t your problem. having learned that you couldn't even trust your parents from such a young age, running away seemed like the most reasonable thing to do.
there were also two possibilities that could happen if you were to tell your family you were with keiji. one: your union between keiji and you would force your father and mother to accept the fact that you were opposed to getting married to a suna. two: your union would worsen your relationship with your parents and they would most likely cut you off. the first possibility was a risky assumption that would most likely not come to pass because due to how prideful your father and mother were.
“i love you. so much.” 
“i love you more, keiji. i’ll come visit you sometime this week, okay my love? let’s meet at our spot.” he nods and you give him one last quick peck on the lips before running back to the inside of the palace, leaving the man alone in the middle of the night.
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“welcome to the l/n castle, your majesties.” greeted a staff member as they led the head of the suna family, along with his wife, two daughters, their husbands and children, and his youngest son to the dining room. 
as everyone settled in, everyone engaged in the usual family banter, which continued towards the end of dinner. though there was a bit of tension in the beginning, it had lessened throughout the night. by now, the sun had set, the young ones were tired, and you still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. 
finally, the head of the suna family clears his throat.
ryo suna starts by acknowledging each person at the table and declares, "i am incredibly grateful for everyone being here tonight. i feel at home being here with you all."
he continued to expound on the changes in his life, from blessing his son-in-laws to expressing gratitude to his daughters for giving birth to his grandchildren. throughout his heartfelt speech, you never failed to notice the pair of eyes staring directly at you the entire time. those eyes belonged to suna rintaro. 
looking at rintaro across the table, he had a snarky grin plastered on his face, as if some mischievous trick was up his sleeve. 
a sound similar to "you look good, baby" is mouthed, but you briefly look away, dismissing his taunt. you quickly broke eye contact with the man and weakly attempted to form a calm smile that did not match the way your hands fidgeted or the way your breathing was uneven at times. you were fine; this was just rintaro’s way of pestering you and you would be damned to fall into his little schemes. 
classic rintaro. 
you scoffed at yourself for almost letting that man get a reaction from you. rintaro had always been the type to share his opinion on subjects that never concerned him. his words were always straightforward and never sugar-coated. his tactless mouth oozed venom every time he spoke and sometimes you wondered what went on in the suna kingdom for such a prince to turn out the way he did. 
“while i was away for duty in kuranoka, i had the opportunity to reflect very deeply,” he continued, eyes distant yet filled with remembrance. “i did not think of my successes as much as i thought about the constant things in my life, and the most constant thing aside from my family, i have realized, is the l/ns,” he says. looking at your father, he says, "brother, we have been through too much. there is no greater friendship than what we have.”
smiling artificially, your father agrees before adding on, “and we have always talked about how it would be best to manifest and symbolize the bond of our families through a union.”
with furrowed brows, you turn to your mother, "a merge?” when your mother hears your whisper, she nods shortly before turning back to the two men. you turn to rintaro, who was currently struggling to maintain a neutral face. 
“brother, please cut to the chase,” says your father, as they all laughed at the length of the introduction.
“okay then,” he chuckles, “what i want is to ensure the unbreakable bond between our families through marriage."
at that, rintaro nearly chokes on his drink. you and him must be the subjects of his father's announcement, right? all his siblings were married and had children. words fail him, as his father turns to him with a sigh.
“the subtleties are over, rintaro.” his father sighs, “clearly, sending you and y/n to the same schools and vacations together did not do anything.”
“was it also your intention to conceive us at the same time?” he asks in a sardonic tone, laughing bitterly. rintaro received a sheepish look from them all.
despite his attempt to lean on you for support, you look calm and collected, displaying another one of those measured smiles on your face that rintaro has grown to hate. this worsens his rage. how can you not react to this? why does it seem like he was the only one in shock? this is a marriage that they are proposing, a marriage with you, a person that he has nothing in common with. 
this is evident by his expression, which is also noticed by everyone else present. rintaro’s heart has always been on his sleeve, regardless of the circumstances. especially when it comes to the life he is forced to live, he has never been afraid to express his displeasure at any given time.
questioning, challenging, and defying expectations were his trademarks. that much was clear in his teen years, when he would cause the castle staff, teachers, and everyone around him trouble. this was the main reason why he was sent to school in the lanercost. his bad boy image was beginning to affect the suna kingdom, as well as his position in becoming king, and his family thought his experience there would humble him enough to straighten things out. however, the new rintaro did not include agreeing to their demands.
“oh and please tell me, what so-called ‘unbreakable’ bond do our families share? our families have been competing with each other since the start of time,” he scoffed, “i could feel the tension all night.”
“it’s just a proposition, son.” your father clarifies with a gentle smile. rintaro’s eye twitches  when your father refers to him as ‘son’. "at the end of the day, it is still your decision to make. this time, we would like to lay out precisely what our families expect of you. the marriage will be announced to the staff and townspeople when you both accept.”
after opening his mouth to disagree, rintaro glances at his father, before abruptly shutting his mouth and nods. it is only when he shoots daggers at you that his older sister, rina, decides enough is enough. she escorts rintaro away from the table for a moment so he can get some fresh air. how is it that this man can suddenly switch from shamelessly flirting with you in front of your families to sending intense glares that seem to be capable of killing?
in an attempt to minimize the severity of the matter, your mother requests dessert, and they begin talking about other things besides what just occurred. from under the table, hairi, rintaro’s other older sister held onto your still-fidgety hands. “he will come around,” she reassures.
you get separated from the older adults and are now in one of the many guest bedrooms, ignoring the uninteresting talk your father was having. the rest prepare their leave from the castle.
an apologetic rina greets you. rintaro, with his stoic face and off-center gaze that gives, stands before you with arms crossed and eyes turned away from you. “dinner. me and you. next week. 
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“mother, for the last time, i am not going to marry rintaro!" you cursed your mother for promoting the idea of an arranged marriage. you cursed the laws of men that determined your position in life. “an arranged marriage?” you scoff, “you would think as i age i would get more freedom around here.” 
there was about half an hour remaining before midnight. in the meantime, the sunas’ had already departed. you were having an intriguing conversation with another one of rintaro’s sisters, rina, who was updating you on the latest duties her husband had been on before your mother interrupted you both and basically dragged you out of the dining room.
your mother hissed at you, "you brazen girl," it seemed as if she wanted to reach out and strike you, you’re aware at how impulsive your mother can be, but you also know she wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. "you should have been married ages ago!”
“absolute nonsense. the last thing i should be worried about is marriage.” your bones trembled as you replied with a rage so characteristic of the husband she insisted you take.
“you will marry him,” she grabbed your hair roughly yanking your strands and leaned in with a taunting grin plastered on her face, “me and your father even this discussed with you months prior because we know how horrible your reactions are. you are lucky any man will have you. you’re much too old to be unwed and your demeanor makes you almost unbearable.”
goodness. this woman was nearing her fifties yet she still had an iron-steel grip. 
“as if i care what a man thinks about me, let alone rintaro.” you gritted your teeth and tried to break free of her grip. “and was it not father that said the decision was up to me and rintaro? why are you— ”
“when i was your age i had already been long married to your father and had you,” she reminded you, pushing you away with a heavy sigh, “do you think i wanted to get married? you are at least a grown woman, while i was only a child. i could have married you off years ago. then you would have been out of my sight and perhaps tamed."
“maybe you should have. i would have been far away from this hell you and the others call home.” you sneered. turning away, you stormed off hoping that some fresh air would calm you down. you couldn’t believe that your mother attempted to beat you into submission. she should know she raised an obstinate child. you got the trait from your father.
“and just what do you plan on doing, then? look at your fiance’s sisters, rina and hairi. they have already moved in with their husbands and gave their parents grandchildren. you are already in your twenties, you still live with your parents, and not to mention you refuse to take part in being your father’s heiress. the least you could do is make your father and i proud by marrying into the suna family. you would be praised by all your family members and highly respected.”
“do not call rintaro my fiance.” you raised a finger at her sharply, “are you sure you want me to marry rintaro so i can receive respect, or so father and rinatro’s dad can benefit from it? we both know if i were to marry him, it would benefit king ryo’s kingdom and heighten father’s name.” you reasoned, “and it would only secure rintaro’s position in becoming the next in line for the throne. where’s my benefit in that?”
“it is your duty as a l/n—”
“well, to hell with that!” your voice reverberated around the walls as she stared you down, “i refuse to marry someone i barely know or love.”
“pathetic,” she sniggered, venom lacing her tone, “and what do you know about love? is it fiction created to keep little girls happy?”
“i know that love is supposed to be mutual. not whatever you and father have.”
“i have had enough of you,” she stomped past you, her form regal as ever, “you will either oblige and marry rintaro as is your duty or you will be completely cut off from this family. you will lose your name, and all your worldly possessions and can live out your days in the wilderness figuring out what ‘love’ is. it is your choice, whether you bring shame to this family or you disappear into the background and become a dutiful wife.”
“that first option is horrible.”
“that is the duty of a heiress.”
“i wish i was born a man,” you turned to walk away, “then i would not suffer such a cruel fate, and i would not let another woman go through what i have to.”
“well aren’t you contumacious?" her mockery was so fierce you felt compelled to simply walk away while she continued her rant, “you think you know so much, you know nothing!”
“i know what it means to be a good person, or at least to try." at times like these you wished your mother did not hold onto those stereotypes that separated men from women. “all you and the others do is plaster phony smiles on your faces. i do not understand how you are able to sleep at night knowing you sold your own daughter out.”
“enough,” her tone was bitter and final, each word was sharp as a dagger as she stepped into the doorway, soft light filtering into the room. if you had not known better, you would have thought she was almost angelic. but you knew better, much better; she was no more a saint than you were a sinner. “you are going to marry suna rintaro, whether you like it or not.”
“i’d rather die.”
“if you dig your own grave, so be it. i couldn't care less." after slamming your door shut, the sound echoed through the hall. you had flinched at the noise, but now it only served to anger you. 
your whole life, the little joys it still afforded you would be taken away soon, all because of a name. and to others, it might not be as bothersome. but how could you live such a miserable life?
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a gentle breeze allowed you to catch a better whiff of the scent of the budding flowers in the garden, instantly easing your tense shoulders. it was a nice sunny day, spring was at its peek and keiji  thought it would be nice to spend some time in the garden in this beautiful weather. 
you recently met keiji a few months ago, who was introduced to you when he was appointed to be the head gardener of the castle. despite his young age, he was the most qualified for the position, which is what made him stand out to you. your curiosity made you wonder why this man had the same love for plants as you. the interest you two shared for plants caused the both of you to click almost instantly. 
“they’re almost ready to be picked,” you whisper into the comfortable silence as you crouch down to gently reach out to one of the lilac plants. the way your eyes glimmer as you look around the flowers in the garden and handle the plants with so much delicacy makes keiji’s heart melt. “what do you think, keiji?”
“seems that way,” he says, observing the way you gently hold the plant at its stem. “do you know what type of flower this is, my lady?” when you shake your head, keiji crouches down next to you, quietly observing the plant. “it’s a syringa meyeri, or a meyer lilac for short. they’re known to be the most attractive lilac species.” 
“it has a strong sense of tranquility to them,” you chuckle, returning your focus back to the rounded flowers. “like a heavy weight is finally lifted off its shoulders. this flower must’ve had an extremely rough past life.” 
“what makes you say that, my lady?” he stares at you intently all while holding a hand out to help you get up from your crouching position. 
“well, it’s easy to tell by how vibrant the lilac is. there’s not one dry petal on the flower, unlike the other ones in the garden.” you look up at akaashi who nods again. “they’ve fulfilled their destiny in their past life and were rewarded with a much more relaxing life in return.” 
“well, that could also be because they bloom the best in the sun. we also provide the best quality of soil for these lilacs. i just recently ordered a slightly more acidic soil, so i’m happy to know that it’s definitely doing the flower justice.”
his playful tone causes you to let out another laugh, but this time keiji joins you. his laugh is airy and contagious. one that makes you want to say another joke just to hear that type of laugh again. “that could be another reason, i suppose.”
you both continue to walk around the garden with you pointing to different flowers and keiji naming them for you. at one point, it becomes silent between the two of you, but you find it comforting. you’re not sure what it is, but you figure it could be that you two are so close in age. you barely know each other, but at the same time having him here with you feels like you’ve known him for years.
 “keiji,” you ask.
“yes, my lady?”
“what’s your favorite flower?” you face him, the both of you still walking along the trail.
“lilacs,” he says, “they remind me of you.”
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your eyes fluttered open as a soft morning light filtered in via the sheer milky white curtains that hung over your windows. as you sat up in the soft, plush bed and stretched, the soft twittering of birds met your ears. with a small yawn escaping your lips, you adjusted your eyes.
tossing the plush blanket back, you got up and grabbed your satin robe from your clothing rack. you donned it on while walking over to the balcony and brushed your fingers over the lush greenery. from there, you could see your father being escorted to one of the many carriages the castle owned. despite the early hour, your father had many meetings to attend, including one with ryo suna. after a moment of reflection, you remembered you were having dinner with the king’s son tonight.
a soft sigh left your lips as you drummed your fingers along the railing. in retrospect, the entire marriage was truly inevitable. now that you think about it, there were many social events in which your mother and father insisted on rintaro to be your date, but you have never thought much on it. but it still stung your heart that your parents were selling you away to a man. a man you didn’t love. to say you were disgusted would be an understatement. not to mention, you had no clue how you would break this news to keiji. 
just imagining having to break the news to him makes her heart break. a week had already passed and you’ve seen him at least twice but never had it in you to tell him. the number one thing you and keiji value is no secret keeping. keiji knew what he was putting himself into having a fair with you. you both promised that when the time comes for you to get married, you would inform him immediately. 
that thought would have to be saved for another time. you had a long day ahead of you.
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“i mean, can you believe her? she even had the audacity to greet me this morning as if she did not give me an earful the other day.” while seated on the chair of your dresser, you scoffed. the castle’s master of wardrobe, airin, stared at you in hilarity. having just consumed your second serving of tea, you had been mindlessly stirring the warm drink when your mother's previous words had interrupted your sulking.
if you choose your own grave, so be it. 
the whole situation left a bitter taste in your mouth. was she seriously threatening you? her own daughter? from the moment you were born, you knew your mother loved the idea of you, rather than the person you are. you’re a tool, she said. the arranged marriage itself proved it.
“come on, i am sure rintaro cannot be that bad. you said your father gave you the choice, no?” she giggled as she continued to brush out the knots in your hair.
of course you know rintaro was not bad at all. he can be an absolute pest at times, but nothing too much to handle. it was not as if you both were on bad terms either. from your youthful days all the way up until you turned 17, you had a crush on the young heir. it was not surprising that he would very often take advantage of this truth to get under your skin and even make fun of you.
“please, i hope you don’t think my parents would truly give me a choice? they said that only to look like decent human beings in front of the sunas. they’re absolute tyrants.” you stared at airin through the mirror, lifting the warm mug and downing the tea all at once. when airin gently patted your arm, your frown deepened into a grimace. 
“maybe you should slow down, my lady,” she suggested, “ah, i think it is starting to make sense to me now. i always thought it was odd that they had kept the both of you close since childhood. after all, your families have always been so competitive with one another. it’s as if you were their test subjects!”
your tongue clicked as you lifted your mug, "you hit the nail on the head, my sister," grasping the mug again, you tighten your grip. “and i absolutely hate it.“
"but that could be a good thing, too. uniting kingdoms seems like an excellent idea; ryo suna currently has the highest net worth, and if you were to marry rintaro, your father's name could accumulate an impressive amount of power!”
“don’t make me laugh. i couldn't care less what ranking my father's name lands in.” you muttered under your breath. “and my father is not around. there’s no need to side with him right now.” if the kitchen staff had not appeared right at that moment, you would have continued your rant.
“your highness?” a familiar voice asked. turning your head to face the familiar voice, you noticed it was keiji. your keiji. even though you had just saw him last night, it seemed as if he had gotten more handsome than before. he gave you a friendly smile, as if the both of you were strangers and at the sight, your heart swelled and ached at the same time. 
“take these empty mugs and make some more tea for the princess. she has been under a lot of stress and needs it to calm her.” upon receiving the order, he bowed before placing the two mugs on the tray. your eyes grew incredibly wide, before glaring at airin.
“oh, actually, i’m fine, thank you. there’s no need for that.” you smiled, “i’m sure you have been working hard.” 
“it would be with pleasure, my princess.” he insisted, grinning softly, “please, let me make you some tea. anything to relieve your stress.” with that, he bowed and quickly exited the room without further word. it hurt your heart that the both of you had to act like strangers in front of others. upon keiji’s exit, airin gave you a puzzled look. 
“don’t look at me like that.” you crossed your arms before breaking eye contact with her. 
“my princess? what’s up with that?” she snickered, an eyebrow raised as she made eye contact with you through the mirror. “i thought he was the new gardener? what business does he have up here? i’ve always found that boy weird. what was his name again?” she stared at the ceiling, trying to recall, “akaashi keiji? he’s young. and seems rather fond of you as well.”
“maybe he is well-mannered unlike you.”
“and why are you in such a good mood today, your highness?” she teased, “you are treating the staff extremely well today. are you sure it is not because of the special meeting you are having with the young heir?”
“full of jokes today, aren’t you? i am always kind to the staff except you. am i no longer allowed to be generous to the lovely staff of this castle?”
you wondered if you were being too defensive when all airin did was give you a stern look. it was not as if you were one of those bratty princesses who had no respect for the staff, so you had no idea why airin was making it look as though that were the case. either way, you were almost one-hundred percent positive that airin thought nothing of your strange behavior.
“well, it is true that you are no longer kind to me.” she pouted, detangling your hair, “maybe this marriage will help with your manners.”
even though you knew it was meant as a joke, you only stared at her through the mirror with glint in your eye. “the only thing this marriage will do is grow the hatred i have for my parents.” before continuing, you give a stern look to airin, “if i truly do end up married to rintaro, all hell will break loose. i promise.”
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as you observe the gown specially designed for you in the mirror, you flatten the dress out of anxiety. over the past few days, the pit in your stomach had grown unabated. it was obvious that the only reason you felt uneasy was because you still hadn't told keiji about your involuntary engagement, and although your parents aren’t planning on announcing it to the castle until you both meet up, something still felt off.
the thought would have to be saved for a later time. for when you heard the door knock, you swiftly turned around to hear your prince awaiting behind your door. you greeted him, or rather, attempted to, but he was quick to speak up.
“you look beautiful,” he walked towards you and stopped once he was right behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder and stared at you both through the mirror. you want to whisper a quick ‘thank you,’ but he interrupts again. “are you excited for tonight?” 
at that, you stare at him through the mirror wide-eyed, and he can only give a mimicking laugh. you were sure your heart was racing 10 times faster than it previously was, and with the way keiji maintained a calm smile, it only frighted you more. 
“what… what’s happening tonight?”
he smiles, “your meeting with prince rintaro? you’re marrying him next week, are you not?”
when you don’t respond, he sighs and speaks up again with a cracked voice, “how long did you know, y/n?”
the playful tone in his voice causes you to bite your lower lip before letting out a shaky sigh. closing your eyes, you were debating on telling another lie, “i’ve… i’ve known for 6 months since my parents would always bring it up, but they just told the news to rintaro a week ago.”
“why didn’t you tell me?“ his expression remained blank and for the first time since you'd met him, you had not one idea what was going through his head. your heart stuttered when he asked you, and before you have an opportunity to respond, he interrupts again. “i’ve been in the dark about this news for the longest time. how do you think i felt when i heard this? why did you hide this from me?”
“i… i couldn’t face you.” you swallowed the lump in your throat harshly. your panic only became worse when he rubbed his hands on his face in an irritated manner. you could understand keiji’s fury and you feared that’s what made this situation worse. keiji was not upset at the fact that you were marrying someone else; he already knew that was bound to happen at some point. it was the fact that you didn’t inform him that the wedding was only a week away. “as selfish as it may sound… it’s true. i didn’t want to hurt you-”
“didn't want to hurt me?” he scoffs as he almost mocks what you said and you can feel the palms of your hands growing sweaty when he can no longer bring himself to look you in the eye, deciding the floor was much more to his liking. there was nothing more you wanted to do than give him this reassurance that he desperately needed right now.  
“how long were you going to keep it up for?” he shrugs, masking the obvious hurt on his face. it breaks your heart to see keiji struggling right now, because he has always been good at hiding his feelings.
“were you going to continue to play make-believe with me until i had to watch you walk down the aisle with another man?” you couldn’t look at keiji in the eye anymore. despite how painful his words were, they were true. tears finally started to fill your eyes, but if anyone was entitled to be upset or deserved to cry, it was him.
“and when i gave you the ring almost exactly six months ago, don’t you think it would have been fairer to break the news to me around that time as well?” at this point, his hands find your shoulders, his head leaning in and searching for your eyes, silently begging you to look at him. “you know i’m being fair right now, y/n. we promised to never keep secrets from each other.”
he began pacing back and forth with his hands on the side of his hair. “god… 6 months, y/n.”
you continued looking down at your feet, nodding your head silently to show that you were at least listening to him. as selfish as it may sound, you couldn’t bear to witness the pain in his eyes. you wanted him to yell at you. to react more than he is right now. you broke a promise and took advantage of keiji’s kindness and he won’t even raise his voice at you.
“keiji, i don’t love him,” you explain, swallowing bouts of air to get your point across. akaashi opens his mouth as if he wants to stop you, and you are sure he knows what you’re about to say. “i love you, keiji. i lied, i did. it was such a selfish thing to do, and i took advantage of your trust, but please understand…”
when your hands shakily move from his garment to either sides of his cheeks, finally having the courage to look him in the eyes, you could only sense his bitterness. the same eyes that always made you feel safe, the eyes that held so much love and passion behind them; the eyes that were now red and without spark.
however, you knew how this would end when he placed both of his hands on top of yours and slid them off his face. the action was enough for all your tears to finally pour out and your knees finally gave in which resulted in you curling into a ball on the floor. as he watched you break down, his face did not soften in the slightest.
it made your heart hurt. 
and in your gut, you could sense that what he was about to say would hurt your heart even more.
“you know what hurts the most, y/n?” 
you shake your head in denial without bothering to move from your position. in reality, you truly did not know what hurt the most in this situation, but you were not certain if you could bear what keiji was about to say. 
“that this is how our story ends.” he sighs, combing his locs with his hands. he’s smiling, but that doesn’t hide the pain and agony on his features. “this is the end of us, you and i. thank you for making my spring a memorable one.” 
and with that, your prince exits the room, taking every memory of spring you made with him.
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hi, could i please request some headcanons of meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, hyoma chigiri and hyusei shidou with a polyglot s/o (who can speak and understand english, japanese, portuguese, french, spanish, etc)? love from brazil!! <3
❝a promise that you'll never find another like me❞
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synopsis : When they started dating you, they didn't know you were a polyglot... And now, to be honest, they can't live without it.
pairing : Bachira, Rin, Shidou, Nagi, Chigiri x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock
tw : none ! It's fluff !
word count : 1115~ words
author-note : Hi ! How are you ? This ask was very fun to write, I personally speak French, English and a bit of spanish, so I mainly used them ! I used my french ass and I'm proud of it ;) ! It's my first time writing for all of them tho (except Bachira but it was deleted lmao), so I hope you like it and that I don't have made them to occ ! I have feelings for Chigiri istg, marry me pretty boy :( Love from France, and take care of yourself ♡
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BACHIRA was amazed, like a little kid. The first time he heard you talk in an another language, he froze. He told you to repeat 3 or maybe 5 times to be sure he hadn't understand a word. When you told him that you were polyglot and that you could speak english, french, portuguese, spanish and obviouly japanese, oh boy, he was too stunned to speak. You can't stop him anymore. He's gonna ask you 24/7 to teach him insults (to use against Kunigami, mainly) and to talk in the language of your choice. You can't tell him no. He's so excited each time, it's literally too cute. At first, you answered that you won't teach him bad words; you don't want him to make fun of his teammates. Then, after a long baby tantrum, you agreed.
"Uhh, can you repeat again ?"
"Again ?? It's the fourth time already !"
"Y/N, please !"
You sigh, but made it anyway.
"Mama na quinta pata do cavalo", you said again.
"Mama nea kinta pata do cavalo ?"
"Not bad for a beginner. Use it wisely, babe."
"I will, count on me !"
He kissed your cheek, heading to an hangout with his Blue Lock friends, a smile on his lips. You were kinda suprised and embarassed, to say the least, when he came back, telling you that he insulted Kunigami and that he told all of his friends that you were his "bad words teacher". You have such a good reputation now...
CHIGIRI immediately noticed your small accent when you first talked to him in japanese. He didn't ask anything about it, because he didn't want you to be, perhaps, uncomfortable or embarassed in his presence. But when you two get together, he asked if you were polyglot and you answered yes. At first, it was a bit weird because he didn't know what to do when you cuss in French or Spanish. But he learnt to love it; you were even more beautiful when you were talking in an another language, and he can't help himself but stare at your lips, now. He asked you to teach him some words (mainly petnames) to use.
"Mon cœur, can you please pick up this box please ?", you asked him in the store, kind of upset that the box was too high for you.
"Yeah, obviously, ma chérie. Do you need anything besides this ? Or perhaps, do you need me to stay with you ? It will be easier for you to take this", he said, pointing at an item near your head, with a teasing smile.
"Ahahah, so funny, Hyoma. Me cago en tí...", you mumbled under your breath.
"Too bad I know this one too, pretty."
"I hate you."
RIN, like Chigiri, immediatly heard your accent. But he also immediatly asked you about it. Where were you from ? Where did you learn all these languages ? Was it hard ? Did you struggle sometimes to find the words ? He was intrigued and very curious about it; it was the first time he ever heard someone speak a good english in his entire life. When you two get together, he watched you cuss in French a hundred times before asking the meaning of it. When you dropped an item on the floor, you had this habit to say "putain" or "merde", and at first, he didn't dare ask you to teach him some very common words in one of your language. But now ! Oh lord have mercy.. He has a list in the notes of his phone of insults to use on Isagi, or even better : Sae. And he's very proud and happy about it.
"Uh, how do you say it again ? Fils de chien ?"
"Yeah, exactly like that. It's an equivalent of "son of a bitch" but in French"
"Perfect for Sae."
"You have the same mother tho..."
NAGI is probably, the person with the most knowledge in terms of languages in these 5 guys. Playing Valorant, Genshin Impact or even Minecraft developped his understanding in all situations. He mostly knows some gaming sentences, but when you talked to him in an another language, you were surprised to see him understanding a bit of what you were saying. He can't respond tho; but he was curious, so you taught him a bit of usual sentences (he stopped when you put the grammar in front of him...). One day, he surprised you when he responded to you in one of your languages. In fact, he had been learning one for a quite long time now, because he wanted you to be more comfortable speaking around him.
"No entiendo nada de este ejercicio, pero no es tan complicado. Soy demasiado tonto..", you sigh, frustrated.
"Puedo ayudarte si quieres, cariño.", answered a voice with a strange accent.
You turned your head, shocked to see your boyfriend Nagi speaking spanish.
"How do you..?"
"I learned it. I like spanish."
"Oh. That's cool !"
"Yep, wanna teach me some ?"
"Sure !"
SHIDOU, like Bachira, is stunned. He wants to know how you managed to speak so fluently all these languages, and now: he shows you off 24/7, you have no choice. When he talks about you to someone, he always tells them how smart you are, he's definitly a simp for you. He wants you to speak one of your languages all the time, even if he doesn't understand anything, because gosh, you're hot :/. He's so curious about you, but even more after you told him you were polyglot; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable around him of course, so tell him if it annoys you, he won't took it badly ! He's a tease, so sometimes, it may be too much for you.
"How is it possible for you to have a s/o ?", laughed one of Shidou's teammate.
"Don't be jealous man", he smirked, "they're too much for me anyway. They're so beautiful and smart dude, they speak 5 LANGUAGES ?? It's hot tho-"
"Shidou...", you sighed, tired of his antics, "I'm waiting for you for 5 minutes already, hurry-up !"
"I'm coming !"
He rushed outside the soccer stadium, his teammate looking towards you, and Shidou immedialy kissed you, like he hasn't saw you for months (he wanted to show you off again, ig)
"Hola mi amor", he said with a nasty grin.
"Shut-up, or I'm going to slap you, I swear."
"Okay okay babe, let's go !"
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