iqxatlantic

[iqxatlantic]

hey iqxatlantic!! i hope you’re doin’ okay and that your requests are still open 🥺 i’ve been thinking about this one idea for a while now, and i finally got the courage to send it in. hope it’s not too much or too heavy!!

sooo picture this: the reader has some scars or old bruises—not the kind from clumsiness, but from something deeper, painful… stuff she’s kept hidden. but then one of the bllk boys accidentally sees them. maybe they catch a glimpse while she’s changing or her sleeve rides up, and they just know. and it turns into this quiet, emotional moment where they don’t push—they just comfort her, softly, gently 🥹

if it’s not too much, could you include chigiri or kunigami (maybe barou too 👀)? but honestly, totally up to you—whoever you think would hit the hardest in the feels 💔

also just wanna say i’ve really missed seeing your work on my dash—your writing always hits me right in the heart 🫶 pls don’t forget to take care of yourself too okay?? sending hugs n love 💗💗

HII LOVE!!! yes my requests are still open <33 also, hello? my heart?? girl are you ok 😿

" Feels like we had matching wounds ! "

ft. chigiri hyoma . barou shoei . rensuke kunigami (pre wc!) . rin itoshi . ooc! characters lol . gn! reader . implied afab! reader . established relationships . comfort ? . fluff ? . a bit silly . unreliable narrator . not proofread .

cw: implications of self-harm..?

Chigiri Hyoma was quick to catch up — hence his alias "red panther." it applies off fields and on fields. chigiri never wanted to make you uncomfortable by bringing it up, so he waited for the correct moment.

and that moment was when you rolled your sleeves up to carry something. he catches a glimpse of your scars. healing bruises. he had his suspicions, but that itself was all he needed.

"[name]?" chigiri softly asks. he doesn't want to push you — he wants you to slowly open up. "how have you been recently?" he smiles as he takes whatever weight you were holding, placing it down.

you blinked, slightly dumbfounded. "great? what about you?" you'd reply nervously as you pulled your sleeves back down. you were anxious that he would worry too much or push you to answer him.

"fine," he replies, sitting you down. stroking your hair, he cautiously asks, "you're not doing it again are you?" you were silent. a lump in your throat formed. "i'm not. i didn't want to. i just can't find other ways." you wanted to speak. you really did. you just couldn't get it out.

chigiri's free hand rested on yours, his other hand still stroking your hair. "shhh, shh. it's okay. it's not your fault," he carefully whispers. "don't hide, you're okay. you're okay," he repeats again, calming your trembling form.

chigiri knew this feeling all too well. just he felt it literally with his ACL (yikes...) he knew how it feels to have so many barriers. "you're trying your best," he murmured in your ear. maybe he was saying it to heal that broken part of him. but maybe, just maybe, that broken part of him would heal if you were healing with him.

Barou Shoei , he himself has two younger sisters which he loves dearly. he's no stranger to peoples' pain. he was seated on your bed while you were changing. at first, he was focused on how soft/hard your mattress was.

but while you were being a little careless, barou caught sight of your shoulders. where there were slightly more pigmented lines. he was confused at first. but then it hit him. oh.

barou stayed silent, unsure of what to do. he hated his egotistical mindset that swallowed him whole. his pride stopping him from yelling at you for hurting yourself. i mean, what boyfriend/partner would he be if he yelled at his girlfriend for being tortured by her own mind or other causes?

he simply waited for you to finish changing, swiftly pulling you onto the bed next to him. arm slung over your shoulders, in response you shifted a bit uncomfortably — used to the pain that would be inflicted when touched. when the wounds were still fresh. still open.

you turned your head to look at him, "what's going on?" he gulped, "just something before our date, i guess." i like to believe barou is a horrible liar towards those he love.

you let out a content sigh, thinking your secret hasn't been found. but, it still felt comforting. he wanted to cry, but the fact he hasn't "cried since birth" was stopping him. hey, can't ruin a streak can you? you both just sat there, melting into each others embrace. <3

Rensuke Kunigami is a similar case to barou. he grew up with an older sister and a younger one. kunigami is most likely to be extremely emotionally intelligent — the man hung out with his sisters throughout his whole childhood.

i personally believe that kunigami LOVES cooking with his partner. cooking requires some gentleness, care and precision. exactly what he seeks. so, when you rolled your sleeves up whilst you were cooking his favourite meal — freaking seaweed soup, he caught glimpse of your arms.

like chigiri, he didn't want to push you but it broke his heart. it definitely shattered into a million pieces when he saw. auburn eyes softening like they've never looked at you with such delicacy before.

kunigami wanted to know what was hurting you. he wanted to know the root cause. he wanted to shield you from all the troubles in the world, but that is a dream everyone wishes they could achieve.

your hands halted as someone's hand gripped onto your wrist. the grip wasn't rough, it wasn't to assert dominance (🐺..?) kunigami's grip was fragile. you could've easily broke free.

it slowly struck you. you gulped. the both of you just stood there like statues, unsure how to act.

Rin Itoshi was cursing himself for not learning more about people and just specifically focusing on english. to be fair, he is a soccer player so he gets a free slide.

rin licked his dried lips, not knowing what to do or say. you had just stepped out of the shower, pajamas on. it was summer, way too hot to sleep in long pants okay? </3 he didn't know how he never noticed. the healing bruises and faint cuts on your thighs.

"[name]!? what's going on- are you okay?!" he'd impulsively blurt out, intruding your comfort. he was cursing himself even more. fuck fuck fuck. you stood in your place, frozen. "what the hell are you talking about?" you smiled, feigning innocence. but rin knew you all too well.

"don't play coy with me, [name]," he groaned, dragging his hand down his face. he swallowed. he knew you hated the question, "why?" and he hated asking it.

"why?" he asked, "why would you do that?" he wanted to understand. however, situations like this are uncomfortable. it's just inevitable that they'd be uncomfortable.

"uhm, because it felt good?" you'd jokingly reply, trying to shift the conversation. he looked at you with widened eyes. he was at loss of words. "don't lie to me, please [name]," he muttered, "it's not fair to the both of us..?"

rin sounded uncertain. he felt so corny. why was even saying these things?! the moment was raw with emotion. i guess the more rin spends time with you the more he has better comprehension skills..?

"i want to help you, [name]. i can't consider myself your boyfriend if i behave like this towards you, where you're hurting and i can't notice," he'd sharply inhale.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n : wow the patience... also anon bby i love you so much, you take care of yourself too ahhhhh! hugs and kisses right back to you love <33 if this isn't how the character or you would act um.. spare me, i don't usually write for them 😓 also i had to add rin lol

[iqxatlantic]

hebblooo mny very beautiful oomf

HII LUCIANNN!! omg, you have the name of a bird ahaha ALSO KITTYYY

[iqxatlantic]

*Throws a rose and then leaves*

why salutations to you too, hanabi! laying on the satin sheets by the way, candles are also lit by the way... rose petals too by the way.. i think it's fate!!

[iqxatlantic]

ft. shidou ryusei . birthdays . ok hes subby too kinda . is he ooc? . yeah probably . gn! reader . implied afab! reader . fluff . imagines . drabbles . i don't even know at this point . established relationships . unreliable narrator . not proofread .

shidou has so much love for you, so much that it was practically TRAGIC. this man would cling onto you like leech whenever you had to do something productive with your life. not that you cared, it's shidou. you'd just slowly pry him away and get your work done.

so on july 7th, shidou woke up, turning to his side, ready to bombard you with kisses. next to him was air — your place was empty. "what the fuck?" he'd whisper to himself, "there goes my baaaby..." he'd sing.

he rolled around in bed — because he could. though he was upset his partner wasn't in bed with him, he wasn't really complaining. after minutes of stalling, he got up. walking towards the balcony door and slamming the door open. he walked out, the sun itself for sure feared his presence.

i mean — he's literally radiating. soaking in the sunlight for a bit, he took in a deep breath, shidou yelled, "IT'S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY AHH! another year of being an absolute blessing to the world!" the crickets were silenced. the birds were gone, no where in sight. it was as if a mass population wipe happened.

for a moment, shidou felt a wince of pain. EVEN THE ANIMALS LEFT. but, to be fair he's just so... charismatic that the animals were afraid to be graced by his presence..!

the eccentric man got dressed and headed down the stairs. nothing. oh. maybe a pang of pain hit him. (realistically speaking i guarantee you it was a whole brick wall) "well fuck," he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "it is what it is, i being myself is the biggest birthday gift..."

this man is ALLERGIC to doubting whatever is going on. modern day founding father of assumption i guess. shidou just accepted the fact everyone forgot and called it a day. which is odd because he would NOT be afraid to rub it in people's faces.

yeah, that accepting facade was quickly shattered the moment you came back. he was like a little puppy that was waiting politely (ahem he was rabid af??)

"[name]! you're back! you didn't forget about me, right..? riiiight?" he excitedly pressed. you demanded him to dress up nicer and he agreed with a snap of a finger.

dragging him by the ear into the car, you two finally made it to your destination. A CLUB? "pfft, a club? with hookers? honey, i already have yo- oh okay," shidou folded immediately.

into the club you two went and oh — oh my gods. there was a whole room DEDICATED for his birthday. with a fat golden happy birthday ribbon taped onto the walls, colourful flashing light. sae. rin. his rivals. his team members. at this point shidou was just in awe. how the hellyante did you get his rivals to join? that is a question no one is bothering to answer. (you're just that good!)

"happy birthday, ryusei!" everyone cheered in unison. tears pricked his eyes as he raised his hands to cover his mouth. turning towards you, he swooped you into a kiss before you could even react.

"best birthday ever," he smiled with such a childish demeanour you felt so healed.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : @shidoglazer (because its shidou ok </3)

a/n : had to write for my twin honestly #inshidouwet(h)rust! i dont even think any of this make sense wtf is this mischaracterization maybe don't jump me let a girl have fun 😔

[iqxatlantic]

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i usually post whenever the depression gets bad or when i'm extremely bored. which means i have a very, VERY inconsistent posting schedule. is there even a schedule? (p.s. i'm always dying so... you know how it goes HAHA)

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©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2024-2025

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isa!!! what emoji do u think wud describe u the best

VANIELLE!! honestly i don't really have a clue what emoji would describe me best, but the emoji you chose out for me is so fire hehe !! but realistically speaking it would be either 🗣️, 🤤 or 👅#d1freakeriguess but you can keep the wave i fw it :3

[iqxatlantic]

This... Is a req and all. Um.. So can you maybe add some headcanons for Yukimiya, Ness ❤, Kaiser (ew.), Karasu, KUNIGAMI (Wildcard ver 👅👅.), and a character of your choice? If so, PLEASE add fluff and... That. (I can't say anything 𝓯𝓻𝓮��𝓴𝔂 since my parents montier what I text and write so yeah 💔.)

holy cow thats a ton of characters babe, but way to make me productive ! i forgot how to write headcanons (embarrassing i know) so um.. drabbles it is..!

ft. yukimiya kenyu . alexis ness . michael kaiser . tabito karasu . wc! rensuke kunigami . isagi yoichi . probably all ooc! . fluff . reader lwk selfloathes . afab!reader? . not proofread . unreliable narrator . unfortunately more like drabbles than headcanons lol . half drabbles, half hc?

you caught his eye, he caught yours. the school's model. yea, no shit he'd be the school's model. tall, slim yet slightly toned, beautiful captivating eyes.

cuddled up in your bed, you asked with such softness, "what will your friends think? school's most beautiful student and a-"

yukimiya didn't want to hear it, whispering a harsh, "shut it." you let out a small gasp of surprise. you knew yukimiya didn't mean it in that way, but damn that "shut it" hurt.

he held onto you tighter, pulling you into his embrace even more — allowing you to melt into him. back pressed on his chest. "shush... i don't care what they think, only care about you," he'd slur, sleepy.

"i know i'm going to lose sight sooner or later. please be the one i see last."

yes, yukimiya is a kind and charismatic boy — that's what made you fall for him, but this side of him? there's just more to love.

alexis ness is crazy loyal. so that day when he decided to shift you to his number one priority, you were slightly surprised.

you over kaiser? you could hardly believe it. hand on his forehead, measuring his temperature. "lexie, are you drunk?" you'd ask slightly concern.

he'd blink at you with those gorgeous magenta eyes. "no, do i look drunk?" his smile was slightly uncanny, but he was cute so it was okay.

you clutched your heart dramatically, "ohmygod, i've been waiting for this moment my whole life. the gods finally answered my prayers!" ness continued to look at you with love.

"you're so pretty, [name]," he'd compliment, "i'm sorry i didn't prioritize you first." you knocked the wind out of ness when you hugged him.

"NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE, THIS IS ALL I NEED RIGHT NOW!"

boyfriend! michael kaiser who can't bake for the life of him.

two love birds, 6 ingredients. how is this going to roll? (haha get it) "MICHAEL GET THE PANS!??" you'd yell. "WHERE?!" he'd reciprocate the yell. he watches you sigh and scramble to find the pans.

2 eggs wasted because someone ended up cracking the yolks. FOR AN ANGEL FOOD CAKE. "oops?" kaiser would playfully smile. if it weren't because he was so beautiful — there would be a straight slap to his face. maybe it'll slap him back to his past with his damn father.

"eggs wasted in this economy," you'd let out a sob. kaiser loomed over you with a smirk, "it's fine, liebe. with the amount of money i hav-" smack.

after god knows how long, you successfully slid the batter into the oven. "mihya, remind me to never attempt to bake with you," you'd grimace. kaiser just sat there smiling like a little boy, admiring you. for once, he was stripped out of his pride. at that moment, kaiser knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted you for the rest of his life.

boyfriend! karasu tabito who looks like a wet, angry bird when he comes out the shower.

a hearty laugh erupted from you when you saw karasu come out the shower. the lean man saw you clutching your sides with glistening eyes.

at first, he had his brows furrowed, a worried expression on his face. "[name], sweetie? yer actin' really.. concerning. are you okay?" the response he got frightened him even more. you were genuinely crying, wheezing at this point.

the hell is so funny? "ta- gods! tabito, please- i can't- oh gods, oh gods," you'd cackle. karasu felt the water droplets cackle with you with the vibrations, holy.

a grumpy, wet, massive and buff crow. why wouldn't that scene wring out tears? karasu wasn't even mad. he loved the moment so much. so much so that he swore he fell in love with you again. this wouldn't be the last time he'd fall in love with you.

"why the hell did my little meow meow turn into a bark bark..." you'd grieve whilst sketching the man. he ignored you. ouch. he was so focused on sketching you as well you felt like... like he was on field all over again.

all you wanted was your moral boyfriend back — not this one!! obviously, you love him enough to stay haha. change changes people but it'll never change the bond you two have <3

"i hope your cereal is soggy tomorrow," you frowned, praying that those auburn orbs would meet yours. spoiler: it didn't. as the timer beeped, you both put your hands up.

for the first time in a while, kunigami looked... happy? almost proud. "Okay, rensuke! let's reveal our sketches of each other in three... two... one!" you lifted up your paper with a toothy grin, only for it to falter.

"dear lord, do i really look like that?" you thought as you continued to smile. you looked at his paper, a single tear almost slipping down your cheek. "wow, you really captured..." you choked, holding back a laugh.

"you're such an artist, rensuke. you should persue arts instead," you smiled at him. you were startled when the orange haired man got up and gave you a massive hug.

best friend! isagi yoichi who shit-talks with you. (spoiler, he's in love with you.)

he clasped his hand over his mouth, it took so much restraining to not clock the hell out this one girl. "she looks... she looks great!" he'd lie.

"RIIGHT! doesn't she yoichi!" you'd sarcastically smile. for the love of god, at least cue "let me know" at this point. "eugh, real talk.. why is she arching her back like that...?" isagi asked, the genuine worry sent you.

"for that one guy... that ex i had?" you laughed, "apparently she called me 'chopped as fuck' and was like, 'why does he even like her??' like babes. who wouldn't love me?"

you dramatically flipped your hair, and isagi's pupils dialated. oooh, he was in love. looking at you the way he looked at you when you both first met. "okay number one, she's just... no. she has no place to speak?" he replied. "for a man... for a man..."

"right!? gods, i just wish i could have something again. life is a bit boring, y'know?" you sighed. isagi decided to shoot his shot right then and there, "i'm here!" he'd babble. he felt his heart stop when you looked at him funny.

"say less, pretty boy."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : @twijaxx ♡, @kxsagi ♡ (girl isagi was here i had to omg)

a/n: this took me 5 months to get to bffr. writing wc! kuni killed me omg. i have the craziest writers block so if the quality is ass it's because i keep on almost dying. also thank you so much for 500 followers ygs are my baes, love you all so much <3

[iqxatlantic]

" MRSPOTATOHEAD "

ft. all ooc! . isagi yoichi . itoshi rin . michael kaiser . alexis ness . itadori yuji . honestly your favs idk

"what are you unhappy with?" people would ask, "you're beautiful." the same people would also laugh, "goddamn, you're ugly! ugh, you're atrocious to look at!"

you slowly grew up to become someone who believed that you can't be loved if you're unattractive. there'd be countless nights where you'd break down and wonder the point of your existence. life can be beautiful — but what if you the writer of your own life, isn't?

crushes? please. don't even try. they wouldn't like you. why would they? no matter how much you tried you just never were good enough. one insult was enough. no matter how many compliments you got, it could never heal that broken seal within you.

until there was this one guy in particular. someone you had your eye on. and he had his on yours. he noticed all your perfections, all your flaws — yet, you never failed to shine.

he loved your personality, the way you'd speak and crazy enough, your looks. so that night, when you two were curled up together in bed as friends, watching howl's moving castle as friends, he couldn't bear it anymore.

he didn't want to continue things as friends.

with a heavy heart, he began. professing his love for you, the butterflies you'd give him, this and that. one part in particular had you perk up a little, "you're beautiful. i'm not saying just visibly, i mean every aspect of you is beautiful. looks might be temporary, but your energy is just so..."

you cringed a little, letting him talking still. "i see you for you, okay? [name], i see you. i hear you, i-" he'd ramble. oh what cliché words. "[name], i'm in love with you. there's so much, i just..."

"stop lying," you'd sharply interrupt him. you failed to believe someone so endearing like him could like you. and it wasn't because he was too good, this or that. it was simply because you couldn't bear the thought that you were actually lovable.

so what was the point of trying to be attractive? to prove yourself as lovable? just for this to be the outcome? "but, [name], i truly do-!"

"what makes you think i'll believe you when i can barely love myself? if you really did, you would've noticed."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: holy cringe haha. had to honour younger me <33 except she never had the guy but shhh. sorry for disappearing, i'm always on the brink of death lmfao

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i just realised i never told u how much i love you. thang u for existingf. ur so scrumdiddlyumptious. oky bye i neet to shart

ELLA. you are so sweet omg. my ex couldn't even do this omfg 💔 #dontssettlejustdontsettle!! i love you too 😛💕 thank you for existing as well ellaaaa 🫶

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AAGHHHHH HUGE FANNN AND U FOLLOWING ME KGMGNHSHSHOMGGG

HAIIIIIIII!! omg, i love uuu 😭 kinda a huge fan of you too... *tucks hair behind ear* you and sae, best couple heh..

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      MASTERLIST !

♡ - my favs

BLUE LOCK

PHASES album

" i don't like darkness ! " - angst/fluff ♡ (m.k.)

"HER" - nsfw/fluff (m.k.)

" love is (not) easy " - angst/fluff ♡ (multi)

yoichi isagi

" she's the serpentine, she's my collar ! " - suggestive

michael kaiser

" because love can burn like a cigarette " - angst

" oh, how'd it get so scandalous " - nsfw

ex! kaiser - angst ♡

" i don't like darkness ! " - angst/fluff ♡

" it's like a dark paradise " - angst

" and all i wanna do is stay with her " - nsfw/fluff

" you too ! " - nsfw (slightly dark)

" what the hell were we? tell me we weren't just friends! " - nsfw (older)

" 'cause i don't wanna be in love with another " - angst (older)

" new year's day " - fluff (older)

" surprise ! " - fluff (older)

alexis ness

" i found it hard to find someone like you ! " - nsfw

" be each other's company ! " - nsfw (req)

rin itoshi

" losing you " - angst ♡

" teacher's pet " - nsfw (dark)

"so do i look like ... him ? " - nsfw

" good god, she's on the floor rollin' her eyes at me " - nsfw

sae itoshi

" so do i look like ... him ? " - nsfw

" i thought i was a fool for no one " - nsfw

" baby you're the baddest - baby you're the baddest girl " - nsfw

ryusei shidou

" pound, pound, pound town ! " - nsfw (dark)

"birthday..." - fluff

seishiro nagi

" i'm about to show you, baby slow down! " - nsfw

" nothing but a floater " - nsfw (no real title) ♡

reo mikage

" nothing but a floater " - nsfw (no real title) ♡

kenyu yukimiya

" move baby, move baby, i'm in love " - fluff

multi

" still cocaine stains on my nikes ! " - smau

" my love can't take this no more ! ! " - smau

" friends ! " - angst/fluff ♡

" love is (not) easy " - angst/fluff ♡

" your white mustang ! " - angst/fluff

" mrs potato head " - angst

" bf headcanons " - fluff

" feels like we had matching wounds ! " - fluff/comfort

jujutsu kaisen

satoru gojo

" hold my hand until we turn to ashes " - fluff (older)

yuji itadori

" break-up " - angst (older, no proper title)

©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2024-2025

[iqxatlantic]

sigh watching myself find an excuse to send you an ask even though idek what to see…dw bbg. un anyways im just gonna pretend that i haven’t been stalking ur acc since your ‘love can burn like a cigarette’ kaiser post (TV GIRL MENTIONED?). uhhhhh anyways just saying i love ur works n ur amazing n stuff. and then there are the times when i post a kaiser angst fic and i go “nah no one will ever be able to post a kaiser fic more angsty than this” and then i see a post of urs🧍🏻‍♀️

anyways ilysm bbg🫶💕 (also u just earned urself a new follower. idk why i haven’t been following u for so long but hmm im stupid so)

OOOHH MY HELENNNNN!! GIRL, I'M SUCH A BIG FAN OF YOUR WORKS BYEEE. yes tv girl mentioned thats us in another universe... maybe this universe 🤭🤭 ok but seriously I'm so flattered, BYE.

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OH MY GAAAAWWWWEDDDDDD. i lowkey teared up. KURA TAKE MY LAAT NAME WHEN 💔💔 IM ALL READY FOR YOU!!!

“𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬”

a/n: for my pretty @iqxatlantic ❤️🌹

suggestive content inside 🌚

you didn’t expect him to answer when you knocked. 

not because he was ignoring you, but because you weren’t even sure he was really there anymore. 

you hadn’t seen kaiser in a month. not really. he’d ghosted practice, interviews, friends, everyone. and as much as you tried to reason with yourself that it wasn’t your responsibility, your heart didn’t agree. because even when he pushed you away, you knew something in him was breaking. and you didn’t want to be the last person who gave up on him. 

the door finally creaked open. 

and there he was. 

shirtless to reveal the bit of weight he lost. eyes dark. hair disheveled like he hadn’t touched it in days. 

you forgot how pretty he was beneath all that ego. but now? stripped down and tired? he just looked human. 

“… you,” he said, blinking slowly, voice rasped like he hadn’t spoken aloud in days. 

you offered a weak smile. “hey.” 

he didn’t move. didn’t invite you in. just stared, like he was trying to figure out whether you were real or just another dream his sleep-deprived brain had conjured. 

“i brought food,” you added, lifting the bag slightly. “well, just bread. and tea. that weird brand you said tasted like grass. it’s good for you though and you know it.” 

something flickered in his eyes. a ghost of a smile. he stepped aside wordlessly, letting you in. 

his apartment was dark. blinds drawn. lights off. the only illumination came from the bluish flicker of the TV, paused on a screen you didn’t recognize. 

it was too quiet. even his footsteps didn’t echo. he’d filled every room with silence. 

“you should sit,” you said gently, setting the food on the table. “you look like you’re about to fall over.” 

“i feel like it,” he muttered, voice low, broken. 

you watched him collapse into the bed like gravity had tripled just for him. elbows on knees, hands covering his face. 

“everyone thinks i’m on vacation or something,” he murmured. “like i needed a break.” 

he laughed. it wasn’t a happy sound. “but it’s not that. i just… couldn’t leave. couldn’t move. like the second i stepped outside, it would all come crashing down.” 

you sat beside him. not too close. just enough to be there if he reached out. he didn’t. 

“and inside,” he added, voice quieter, “it’s worse.” 

you were silent. not because you didn’t know what to say, but because you knew sometimes, silence said more. 

“i haven’t slept,” he continued, as if the words had been dammed up inside him, bursting out now. “not really. i close my eyes and it’s just… thoughts. voices. things i should’ve done. said. you.” 

you looked over at him. “me?” 

he dragged a hand through his hair, fingers trembling. “you always made things feel less... heavy. i didn’t even notice it until you left. and now, every room feels too big. every night’s too quiet. i didn’t want you to see me like this.” 

“like what?” you asked softly. 

“like this,” he snapped, motioning to himself – dark circles, empty eyes, a body half-swallowed by a bed he hadn’t moved from in days. “pathetic. weak. all that stuff i never let anyone see.” 

your chest ached. “you think i only cared about the version of you that had it all together?” 

he looked at you like that thought had never even occurred to him. 

you scooted closer, knees brushing his. “you don’t have to pretend with me.” 

his throat bobbed with a swallow. he still didn’t look at you. 

“you always act like being vulnerable means being powerless,” you said. “but look at you, mihya. you’re still here. still breathing. even if you think you’re falling apart.” 

“i am falling apart,” he admitted, finally meeting your eyes. “and i don’t know how to fix it.” 

“you don’t have to fix it alone.” 

he blinked. like that simple sentence hit him harder than anything. 

his hand hovered between you, unsure. so you took it, fingers threading through his. 

for the first time since you’d walked in, you saw something soften in him. like the sharp edges had dulled just enough for you to squeeze through. 

“i kept the mug you gave me,” he said suddenly, voice quiet. 

you tilted your head. “what mug?” 

“the stupid one with the cat dressed like napoleon. i thought it was ugly.” he looked down at your intertwined hands. “but i couldn’t throw it away. it reminded me of you.” 

your lips curved into a smile. “wow. that’s almost romantic.” 

he scoffed lightly, gaze dropping again. “i don’t know how to be romantic. or stable. or... not a mess.” 

“you don’t have to be perfect,” you murmured. “just... don’t push me away.” 

he hesitated, then leaned forward, forehead resting against your shoulder. “i missed you.” 

your hand moved instinctively to his hair, gently combing through it. “i missed you too.” 

the quiet wasn’t heavy anymore. it felt like a shared breath. a soft pause. a promise. 

he let himself fall into you, every inch of him sinking into the warmth he’d been starving for. 

he smelled like sleep deprivation and comfort and something sharp beneath the surface, something that said, i’m trying. i want to be better. 

your fingers never stopped moving through his hair. 

“you don’t have to go yet,” he whispered, almost like a prayer. “just... stay. please.” 

you curled your legs beneath you and leaned your head against his. “i was never planning to leave.” 

and in that moment, against the weight of all the things unsaid, he felt the emptiness inside him shift. like maybe, just maybe, you were filling in the spaces he thought would always stay hollow. 

for a while, neither of you moved. he stayed pressed against your shoulder, like if he let go, the floor might open beneath him. your fingers didn’t stop threading through his hair. the silence wasn’t tense. it was warm. like the static before a storm – soft, charged, inevitable. 

“you know,” you murmured, “you could’ve called. texted. anything.” 

“i didn’t know if i wanted to be seen.” 

you pulled back just enough to look at him. “you mean you didn’t know if i would still want to see you like this.” 

he looked away, shame burning behind his lashes. “yeah.” 

“and?” 

you tilted his chin back to face you. his breath hitched. 

“i want to see you,” you said, voice low, honest. “not the version you polish up for cameras. not the one who pretends nothing ever touches him.” 

his gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes. “... you’re really not gonna run, huh?” 

you leaned in, just a breath apart. “you’d have to do a lot worse to get rid of me.” 

his hand came up slowly, fingers brushing your jaw like he didn’t trust the moment to stay. like it might vanish if he held it too tightly. 

“i thought i was okay being alone,” he whispered. 

“you’re not.” 

“i’m not.” 

and then he kissed you. 

not with the arrogance you’d always associated with him. not with the cocky smirk or the biting charm. no, this kiss was different. raw. desperate. the kind of kiss that says i’m still here, but only because you are, too. 

his hands slid to your waist, holding you like something precious, something breakable. you let him pull you closer, straddling his lap, noses bumping as he kissed you again, deeper this time. it wasn’t about lust, it was about need. 

about making sure this was real. that you were warm and solid in his arms and not something his exhausted mind had created. 

you felt him sigh into your mouth, tension bleeding from his shoulders as your hands found his neck, his jaw, the sharp curve of his cheekbone. 

he pulled back, just slightly. “i’m not good at this.” 

“yes, you are,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “you’re just used to pretending you’re not.” 

he laughed a breathy, half-broken thing, then kissed you again. slower this time. like he wanted to memorize the taste of you. like this was the first time he’d truly let himself feel anything in weeks. 

your fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, and when you looked down at him, there was no hesitation in your eyes – just soft, steady affection. 

“can i…?” you asked, voice delicate. 

he nodded. 

you lifted the shirt over his head, letting your palms run over the ridges of muscle and the goosebumps rising in your wake. he didn’t flinch. didn’t cover up. just let you look. let you see. 

you leaned down, lips brushing the skin just above his heart. 

“you’re safe,” you said softly. 

his hands gripped your hips like he was anchoring himself. “then don’t leave me.” 

“i won’t.” 

when he kissed you again, it was different. there was no fear left in it. just warmth and trust and a soft surrender that he’d never allowed anyone else. your mouths moved together in a rhythm that felt like belonging, like finding your way back after being lost in the dark. 

his hands explored slowly, reverently, like he didn’t want to miss a single inch of you. and when you tugged your own shirt over your head, revealing yourself to him, you saw something flicker in his eyes. 

not lust. 

adoration. 

he touched you like he was afraid he’d break you, and you kissed him like he deserved softness, too. 

clothes melted away between kisses and whispered promises. you found yourselves tangled in each other on the couch, your body flush against his, hearts pounding in sync. every movement was unhurried. intentional. like you had all the time in the world to rebuild him piece by piece. 

his lips found your neck, your collarbone, the dip between your ribs. and when he whispered your name against your skin, it wasn’t teasing or playful – it was a prayer. a vow. a quiet thank you for not walking away. 

when you finally came together, it wasn’t frantic or messy – it was grounding. every breath shared, every movement mirrored, every inch of skin pressed together like two puzzle pieces that had always belonged. 

his forehead stayed pressed to yours the entire time. like he didn’t want to lose you in the haze. like you were the one thread keeping him from unraveling. 

after, the world felt still. 

your fingers traced patterns over his bare chest as he lay beneath you, chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm. it was the first time in weeks he looked at peace. 

he reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together. “you know,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, “it’s still dark in here.” 

you smiled. “yeah. but it doesn’t feel like it anymore.” 

he turned his head to look at you. his lips curved. not into a smirk. not a performance. just a real, quiet smile. “i fall apart too easily.” 

you leaned in and kissed him one more time. “and i’ll keep filling up the empty spaces.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[iqxatlantic]

" she's the serpentine, she's my collar ! "

ft. isagi yoichi . ooc! isagi ? . downbad! isagi . reader wears those nice satin dresses w a slit at the thigh YESSS GAWD . reader wears make-up! . afab! reader . isagi thirsting . isagi being a dog . isagi trying to hold back the urges . dates . swearing . suggestive lol . not proofread

wc: 0.4k

"[name], you ready?" the blue eyed boy asked. he didn't want to rush you — last time he did, he got whacked in the damn face with your purse. he had an adorable, pastel bandage on his nose. what a contrast to the fancy setting.

"wait, yoichi," you hummed. isagi was ready to BUST at the way you said his name. the amount of strength it took not to barge in, ruin your hard work and make out with you was ooooh... thank god for soccer training and the ability to hold back.

isagi sat there, waiting for you. it was like a ritual for him — taking you out every friday when he had time. if not? he'd make up for it one way or another. fidgeting with his car keys, perking up as he heard the door creak open.

"you're do-" isagi's jaw dropped when he saw you. the beautiful, red satin dress... the colour complimented you so well, matched so damn lovely with your make-up. the way the dress framed your curves perfectly.

"you just keep getting more and more beautiful each time i look at you, don't you?" he muttered, still sitting in absolute astonishment. the blue-eyed boy then fell to his knees.

"yoichi, your suit-" you'd worriedly gasp out. "ah, hush. i have to worship my gorgeous girlfriend. i don't care how expensive this suit was, i'll just buy another one. you however.." he'd praise.

you stared at his kneeling figure, no kidding this guy was turning into a tomato. not out of embarrassment or humiliation, but out of the sheer admiration. like oooh lord, this guy could not keep it in his pants.

he was so captivated by your appearance he did not notice the slit in your dress. he then caught glimpse of your thigh. when i tell you he felt like a victorian man being shown a woman's ankle, i mean he FELT the ancestry of a british man.. which is funny because he's japanese, but that's the chokehold you got on him. he closed his eyes, whispering how much you were a blessing...

"you're so cute, yoi," you'd laugh, thinking nothing of it. if only you saw yourself through his eyes, you’d understand the hold you had on him. i mean, you knew you're hot, but in his eyes?? literal HEAVEN sent. it felt like ecstasy looking at you.

taking your hand in his arm, you both walked towards his car. opening the door for you, he whispered, "promise me something tonight, [name]."

looking at him with those beautiful eyes, "sure, what is it yoichi?" you asked. getting into the driver's seat he basically pleaded, "please let me show you how much of a chokehold you have on me tonight, pleaaase... you're like the collar on my neck oh my gosh. i need your hands on my neck."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

written specifically for my love : @kxsagi

a/n: hey so the plot is so messy i cam eup with this at like idk 3am... the creative juices flow early in the morning i guess.. are we even surprised this fic isn't proofread.. do i ever proofread... decisions.. decisions... anyways i hope you enjoyed.. dude i literally cannot write anyone but kaiser #itssoover dude i swear kaiser actually has dominated my life, halfway writing i started writing KAISER. KAISER..? this is not a kaiser fic isa also i might be in my active era aaaa

[iqxatlantic]

ft. itoshi rin . ooc! rin . mentions of sae . itoshi sae . gn! reader . angst . not proofread . projection, lots of it .

dating rin was wonderful. he actually tried, he's sweet, can be corny, tries to have a tough and stoic facade but you easily see through it. cute.

and all that hurt you, but it would hurt rin more. you knew you didn't truly love rin for him being himself. you knew you were pretending he was his older brother — sae. the man who had your heart locked ever since you two got together.

you didn't understand why sae wouldn't stop haunting you. you'd wish you loved rin solely because he was himself, not the heavy resemblance.

it confused the teal-eyed boy when he saw how fast you left him when sae came crawling back. he thought the love you both had was definite. something that sae couldn't take from him.

yet, sae did. you left rin as fast as sae left him. so fast, it didn't faze the boy as much. sae will forever be 'more' handsome, more talented, more everything. it was no kidding you'd leave eventually for sae. rin knew he could never hate you two. he knew what his fate was, his tragedy.

to always be left in his older brother's shadow — he would never be able to outshine sae, nor would he ever get his brother's approval. and worse, he could never get you back.

the two people he truly loved, became the two people that harmed him most. rin knew he'd never be good enough. no matter how much he tried — in everyone's eyes, sae was number one.

rin was dying from his self-destructing mindset. but, is it really self-destruction if he believes it's the truth?

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: me too rin, me too bby. i see my reflection in your eeeyyyeeessss... AAAAAA im gonna be honest i wrote ts pretending i was rin LMFAOOO basically isa x reader TRUUST trust but damn, i love rin so much... i want to give him a big hug and let him know im so proud of him and shi GAAWD I LOVE RIN </3 ts was highkey halfassed, im sorry... i will do this again 😔

[iqxatlantic]

Omg just read your most recent fic of kaiser and is it possible if I can request a fanfic where reader decides to let him, and after a few minutes of deep talk, kaiser just completely shatters, I mean, breaks down in sobs and tears in front of reader and reader lets kaiser cry in her lap into her shoulder like a little boy being comforted 😭

GRHHHAHHHH comforting kaiser after i put him thru hell yessss yesss anon you know exactly what i like mwehehehhe

" Because love can burn like a cigarette ! "

ft. michael kaiser . ooc! kaiser (?) . desperate! kaiser? . mmm kaiser being a crybaby . mmm i love kaiser . hurt/some comfort . idk if you wanna go back veo . gn! reader (implied afab) . angst ? . fluff ? . not proof read . kinda half-assed </3

crazy to think you told your friends you'd never let kaiser in again after the shit he's pulled during your situationship. sometimes lies/promises are meant to be empty — mayhaps, broken.

the desperate look in the emperor's eyes, no longer feigning confidence. everything was raw, real. "let me in, [name]. please- i beg. just one more time... last time i swear!" he pleads.

you reluctantly agree, feeling some sort of pity. you saw the imagery, the past that was constantly haunting kaiser within him at that moment.

the man was extremely ashamed of how vulnerable he was at that current moment. stepping into your room — he felt a sense of nostalgia.

you didn't want kaiser to feel abandonment. though you felt that immediately after he had left you. sitting on the corner of your bed, both of you two almost social distancing.

"um, how have you been kai- ahem. michael." you corrected yourself, not wanting him to feel even worse about himself. you knew how much he hated being called by his last name. especially by you.

"i've been doing shit without you." what a blunt ass reply hello. bro cut straight to the chase! a few minutes of trying to get philosophical, deep and sentimental? nah. the blonde was sobbing, face buried between your thighs.

you initially felt gross from the wet feeling seeping through your pants. god this guy held these tears since conception i swear.. but slowly, the more he cried, the more you realized — you never really moved on from him.

those failed attempts on hooking up with random dudes... they all somewhat resembled kaiser. personality wise or look wise. ooooh gawd y'all were literally made for each other. it was god's plan. meant to be, I tell you.

your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of more crying. you looked down at him and his ratched ahh (it really wasnt ratched) hair. "michael, are you okay?" you asked, voice hinting concern.

he didn't reply. he just kept sobbing, and sobbing, and sobbing. kaiser knew how vulnerable and weak he looked right now. (MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE VULNERABLE AND WEAK WTF?) he felt like that dependent little boy in your arms.

however, something about being like who he was as a child in your arms brought him comfort. you just kept staring at him, dumbfounded by how much he could cry jeez. "michael, it's okay to not be okay. quit your prideful and arrogant self. i know it helped you survive but it's killing you now."

with a broken voice, kaiser wailed into your thighs, "i want you back [name]. i can't live without you. take me back, take me back, please!"

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: recent fanfic no more... when i said kinda half assed i meant really half assefd lol... i'll cook a harder angst post i swear man... i swear i will... i swear on my life... why is moving on so hard, like damn. oh oh, and thank u sm for 400 followers my pretties  🥹