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LMAO GUESS WHOS BACK

SAE ITOSHI!!! (and me)

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˚◞♡ ⃗ bluelock!boys

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ where they let the media believe the rumors about their so-called girlfriend

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊ ft. rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, and micheal kaiser. not proofread bc im too tired to do so. in rin’s part, you’re not actually dating (yet). beware of the tooth rotting fluff (gosh i need to write some angst).

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊man i got so carried away .. this was supposed to be a couple of quick headcannons for a character analysis. yet, individually these headcannons are all so long that they might as well be a one shot 😭 but enjoy !

𝜗𝜚₊˚ 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇�� ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you didn’t know much about his sport—only knew for certain that rin was good at it. he was passionate about his goals and made sure to reflect that in the games he played. whenever he won a game, it was practically an instinct for you to lavish him in compliments. you’d bathe him in things like “good job!” or tease him by saying, “look at you, all pro.” but for rin, winning wasn’t just about the final score on the scoreboard. it wasn’t simple. to him, a victory meant nothing if it wasn’t clean.

two goals. no errors. as he walked off of the pitch, rin replayed each shot in his head. his jaw was set tight, and his hair was irritably damp from sweat—the wind only helped it stick to his face. by now, the crowd should’ve died down, atleast a tone or two. yet, as he took a look at the crowd, he could still see people holding up their signs high for him to see. they were loud—obnoxious, even. he hated that he could still hear the crowd’s roars.

he didn’t look for you. not right away. not while the cameras were still following his every move, not while the spotlight was hot on his back and the (quite frankly: annoyingly persistent) reporters were shouting loads of questions at him from each of every direction. he wouldn’t risk putting you in that kind of attention—not when you both knew how quickly the media could twist up something as simple as a glance.

but that didn’t mean he didn’t know where you were.

he always knew.

you stood in the same spot after every game—half-hidden behind the media barricade. it was just far enough back to stay out of view, but always close enough for him to find you. hell, he was the one who recommended you this spot. and true to the routine, you were tucked into the sleeves of a hoodie far too big to be yours.

his hoodie.

it was always one of his, but never the same. at some point you made a game out of it.

somewhere down the line of you two’s friendship, it became a tradition that before his games, you’d come over to his apartment. just to hangout of course. yet somewhere in between the time you were together, when he wasn’t looking—you’d sneak into his closet, pick a hoodie of your choosing, and not tell him which one you’d taken. you liked keeping it a surprise. he never knew which hoodie had gone missing until he saw you wearing it the next day.

like now.

you stood just where he expected, pretending as if you hadn’t been waiting for him this whole time. you were wearing one of his favorite hoodies—it was gray, soft—and it’s sleeves swallowed your hands.

he would never tell you, but because of this gesture? but he loves game day. he can’t help but notice you.

and apparently the media noticed you just as much.

he didn’t care if they did. but he didn’t want them asking.

“mr. itoshi! just a quick one—” a reporter cut in, jogging alongside him with a mic already raised—talk about desperate. “two goals again. i mean, you’ve been unstoppable lately! what’s changed?”

rin didn’t slow his pace. “nothing.”

which isn’t necessarily true, but while his performance may be their business, his personal life is not.

you’d think the reporter would back off by now, yet he didn’t budge. he increased his pace. “right, right—but you can’t deny the fact there’s been a shift, no? all your fans are talking about it. you seem… calmer? more collected. more grounded, maybe?”

rin chose not to respond, hoping his silence would be enough to make the reporter give up. thankfully, it worked. the man slowed to a stop in favor of standing still, awkwardly watching as rin continued to walk away.

then it happened.

one of his teammates—loud and face holding a (god awful) smirk, slapped him on the back mid-walk.

“probably because of that girlfriend of his,” the guy pointed and laughed in your direction. “she’s been at every match. guess that makes a difference, huh?”

rin stopped walking.

before he could even say his side of the story, the camera had aimed itself towards you. you who were in his hoodie. you who looked at him for any idea on how to handle this situation. you who still stood in the spot he asked you to all those weeks ago—a spot that was supposed to be secure and safe. fuck, it feels like he failed you.

the reporter instantly lit up. he directed the cameraman towards rin, and they both made a jog to his side. “so, rin… a girlfriend? can you confirm?”

the only thing rin could do was blink. because, he could say no. he could shut it down. easy.

but memories of you flashed in his mind. you sitting on the couch waiting for him after late practices, folding his laundry without being asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes when he got too tired to care. never demanding. never asking for more than he could give.

you were the only person in the world who didn’t take his silence personally.

and now everyone wanted a label. a headline?

at the thought, he looked straight into the camera as he flatly said “no.”

the reporter hesitated to ask. “so… you’re not dating?”

“i mean i’m not commenting,” rin replied. “that’s different.” rin likes to think he never really needed a media team.

because with this answer, he didn’t have to explain. he didn’t have to clarify. and most importantly? he didn’t say no.

the interview wrapped quickly after that. the mic lowered when the reporter realized Rin wouldn’t give more. one by one, the crew dispersed.

and now, finally—finally—rin could openly walk towards you.

as soon as he was close enough, you smirked and said, “you didn’t deny it.”

he leaned against the barricade, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, “nope.”

“you could’ve just said i wasn’t your girlfriend.”

“i could’ve.”

for a while, silence filled the space before you now softly asked, “then why didn’t you?”

he exhaled through his nose, irritated—not with you, but with himself.

“i don’t like interviews,” he muttered.

“i know.”

“i don’t like assumptions either.”

“i know.”

“but i didn’t deny it,” he said, looking up at you, “because they weren’t wrong.”

you blinked, “huh? you do know we’re not even togeth—“

“i didn’t say anything,” he added, voice quiet now, “because i’ve never had to explain what you are.”

he heard your breath hitch.

“you’re something that i guess i hold…close to me. something that’s mine,” he said, more certain now. “if people assume that, i’m not going to correct them.”

you hummed, “so… you’re one hundred percent okay with them knowing?”

he nodded once. “i’m okay with them assuming.”

you smiled. it didn’t reach your eyes—it was that small, soft one that never failed to break him, and gently nudged his arm.

“y’know, you’re terrible at this.”

he groaned, “i’m trying here.”

“i know,” you giggled, slipping your fingers into his. “and that’s why it counts.”

𝜗𝜚₊˚ 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

nagi yawned and lazily scratched the back of his head. with the help of his sweat, his jersey clung to his back and his legs still burned from the run he didn’t even want to make for that last goal.

he let out a deep breath at the sight of a reporter pointing over to him. the match was barely over, and there was already duo—a cameraman and a reporter—hustling over to him.

within two seconds, he noted that this was a bother. the reporter was talking so fast, he could barely decipher what she was saying. the bright lights of the camera following him made his eyes sting. the game took so much energy out of him, he couldn’t even muster up a sentence if he’d wanted to. safe to say, this interview was not worth his time nor energy.

“nagi, you were just incredible tonight! that assist? it was just—just was insane—i mean no one saw it coming. what were you thinking in that moment.”

he rubbed his eye, muttering, “i wasn’t.”

following his words was a pause. the reporter nervously laughed, and like most—he’s sure that she assumes he was trying to land a joke. he wasn’t.

he spotted you standing on the sidelines, tucked off to the side. you gave him a wave, and he wiggled his fingers back as a response.

you looked so cute. so comfortable. all he wanted to do now was stand next to you and lean his weight against your shoulder. the only thing stopping him was a mic still being pointed at his face.

hm.

“right, well,” the reporter continued, “there’s a lot of talk about your change in attitude this season. you seem more focused motivated. the people are wondering: is there someone on the inside keeping you in check?”

nagi tilted his head. “huh?”

“like a girlfriend,” the girl clarified, a smile among her lips. “rumor has it that there’s someone important in the crowd tonight.“

the camera panned out to the stands and the surrounding area before nagi could say anything. straight to you. your smile wavered into a nervous chuckle, and a slight furrow creased your brows.

nagi followed the camera’s direction, gaze landing on you.

you’re so obvious.

for a second, he didn’t move. but then he shrugged—and he walked off.

the reporter fumbled. “w-wait—”

it was a lost cause. nagi’s mind was made up, he ignored the calls behind him and made his way towards you. reaching you, he lazily settled an arm around your shoulders.

he sighed dramatically, allowing his entire body weight to lean into yours. “you’re warm,” he mumbled.

you looked down at him “… you just walked out of an interview.”

“yeah,” he mumbled. “boring. but they asked about you.”

your heart did that weird little stutter. “they what?”

“kept saying girlfriend this, girlfriend that…” he shrugged. “i dunno…didn’t feel like lying.”

you stared. “you didn’t deny it?”

he turned his head slightly, chin resting against your hair. “why would i?”

“because we haven’t… told anyone?”

his fingers toyed with the hem of the sleeve.“feels like a lot of effort,” he replied. “lying about you. avoiding questions. hiding. ugh.”

you swallowed. “so you just… left?”

“figured it was easier to show ‘em.”

he leaned in, pressing his forehead against your temple.

“plus i wanted to see you,” he muttered.

you lips parted. “nagi…”

his thumb lightly brushed over your hand. “if you don’t want people to know i I won’t say anything,” he continued, voice quieter. “but ‘m not gonna act like you’re not mine when you’re standing right there.”

you locked your fingers with his.

“you’re mine too, right?” he asked.

you nodded.

“good.” he exhaled, eyes closing. “then i don’t get what the big deal is.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “you’re so lazy.”

“mm,” he agreed, “but i’d carry you off this field if it meant we didn’t have to talk to anyone else.”

he straightened up just enough to glance back at the crew still filming in the distance. that same lady from earlier was still talking. how much did she have to say? “think they’ll chase us if i just walk off with you?”

you snorted, “they definitely will.”

“how annoying,” he sighed. “let’s go anyway.”

𝜗𝜚₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the crowd outside of the stadium could only be described as loud—obnoxious—and chaotic. but then again, when wasn’t it?

you signed at the sight, and slouched even further in the backseat of kaiser’s private car. you opened your phone to instagram—a mistake you knew not to make—but did it anyways.

instantly, a knot formed in your stomach. there it was again—those damn rumors. your feed was full of it. what caught your attention this time was a recent photo of you two. granted it was blurry, but you two were obviously close. it was taken the day he took you out shopping. he’d insisted on carrying all your bags, leaving your hands free. you were thankful for that—especially when you suddenly heard saw a flash of a camera, allowing you to quickly raise your hands to shield your face.

the headlines were relentless:

“michael kaiser’s mystery girl—exactly who is she?”

“has the emperor found his queen?!”

when kaiser asked you about revealing your relationship to the public, you told him to be careful. to keep things quiet. private. in response, he only grinned at you like he always did when he planned on doing the opposite. and you hoped, you really hoped he would listen.

sighing, you opened up the sports app and began to watch the live post-match feed of what was going on outside.

on screen, the cameras zoomed in on kaiser walking out from the locker room tunnel. surrounding him were his security members. his hair was messy, his jersey was slung over his shoulder, and he had that arrogant smile on his face.

you made a mental note to tell him how he should seriously consider getting that patented.

reporters called out his name left and right—to which, he paid no mind to. it’s only when one says, “you’ve been seen with the same girl three times in the past two weeks—the mall, hotel lobby, even at the training grounds. does she happen to be your girlfriend?” that he gives them a reaction.

still walking, he flashed a slow smirk as he adjusted his sunglasses. “you people really don’t get tired, huh?”

“is it true?” another voice pushed through. “are the dating rumors real?”

kaiser stopped just for a second—it was just long enough for every mic to shove forward.

you leaned closer to your phone. he wouldn’t. he can’t be serious. he wouldn’t, right? he wouldn’t—

his grin widened. “if i had a girlfriend, i’d show her off every chance i got.”

almost as if the entire thing was staged, a chorus of gasps and shouts erupted from the crowd.

“but is that a yes?!”

he shrugged. “i try to not make a habit of denying good taste.”

then, he waved his way through the crowd. so casually too, as if he didn’t just obliterate the entire internet.

seconds later, the door to the car opened and you watched as he slipped in.

“you didn’t deny it,” you say. although it’s more of a question than anything.

he reached up to pull off his shades. “hm, should i have lied?”

“i thought we agreed to keep it…y’know…lowkey?”

kaiser laughed, then leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. “you think i’d let them call you a ‘mystery girl’? that’s boring. pretty girl is better.”

you pushed him away, “kaiser—”

“i would say liebling is even better but that’s reserved for me.” he pulled you closer, one arm slung around your waist with ease.

“kaiser—“

“shhh. i didn’t even say your name. ‘jus gave ‘em enough to sweat.”

you squinted at him. “so what am i, then?”

he smirked, pushing a kiss to your cheek. “the emperor’s girl.”

your phone buzzed like crazy, notifications from every app you owned. kaiser didn’t just not deny it—he made sure the whole world hoped it was true.

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“what’d ya wish for?”

“i can’t tell you that! it's the most important wish i’ve made in my entire life, if you must know… so i have to keep it secret.”

“heh, guess i’ll just hafta kiss it out of ya.”

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ALICEE HIII I HOPE UR DOING WELL<3

i was reading ur new update and i loveee how u explained bachira and his reader it reminded me so bad of the movie “bones and all” it’s so good i recommend it if u haven’t watched it already 💗

hi nonnie! i'll tell u a secret🤫— bones and all actually served as one of the primary inspirations for cannibal au seeing as how i've rewatched it several times hehe, one of my fav guadagnino films !!

karasu's reader is actually based off of maren as well; they're on the shyer side and both can't fully accept their reality as cannibals and need external sources to help them guide their ways of life (in reader's case, a newfound way).

the other two films i used that fall under the metaphorical cannibalism trope that i recc are fresh (2022) and raw (2016), and the show hannibal (2013) if you'd like to venture into that territory more <3

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ALICE CHERALITH WDYM BACHIRA'S READER IS DEAD IN THE CANNIBAL AU⁉️ and o em gee the detail that their death occurred when they were still young so little bachira probably didn't fully understand the weight of his actions back then... consuming his best friend because he wants to keep them with him always, in any way he can... oh im dizzy im feeling faint. is reader the reason he became a cannibal? or was he already a cannibal before that?👁️👁️🎤

he was not! reader was his first devouring, which makes it all the more devastating because he harbored a deep connection with them that he didn't want to lose but still managed to, anyway—fate's not much in his favor :(

whilst my metaphorical usage for cannibalism lies more within conformity/addiction, i think bachira's case is the one rhetoric where using it as love comes into play the most! it's not to say i don't also use it as love too in other pieces, but his is prob the most vivid so far

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Would it be possible say,,,we manifested as a mouth at the back of his head and and kinda,, vaguely become the 'monster' that bachira has in the

cannon,,,,?

(Saw ur cannibal!au Bachira post and this immediately came to mind)

i dunno…. would it…..¿?

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bachira’s reader is dead in the cannibal au. they have long been, actually

he ate them when they were only children after they told him they were moving away from his neighborhood. in a panic, as to not lose his only friend, he spiraled into desperation and accidentally ended up eating them in an attempt to make them “stay with him forever.”

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As dookie the anime is, I like how they draw isagi sometimes. Like. Someone abandoned their dog here, please bring him home, he has the face of a neglected dog

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Its me and long haired Reo Mikage against the world

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Blue Lock art~💙

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Blue Lock art~💙

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I really love your work. Could you please write something about, that you're sick and your boyfriend is taking care of you. I would really like to see Ness or Yukimiya in the role of boyfriend. I don't speak English very well, so I might have written with mistakes.

no dw it’s perfect! thank you for the request <3 (some might be similar to another sick prompt i did a while ago but i hope you enjoy!)

taking care of you when you’re sick

bf bllk x gn!reader. flufffff

alexis ness

-> he’s so concerned about you :(

-> snuggles up next to you in bed, keeping one hand pressed against your forehead and the other to his to measure your temperature

-> sighs worriedly when you feel hot. “you have a fever…” “i’m okay—“ you cut yourself off with a string of coughs, turning away so you don’t spread any germs to him. “‘t’s just a cold.”

-> ness is not convinced! he’s also not about to let you leave the bed until your temperatures lowers at least a little

-> will change your washcloth, make sure you take sips of your water, and try to get you to eat some soup and crackers. “i’ll run a bath for you when you’re feeling up to it.” “i’m so in love with you.”

yukimiya kenyu

-> “you’re warm,” yukimiya murmured with knit brows after placing a kiss to your forehead. you hum and place your head against his chest. “you’re warm.”

-> yukki would gently pull you away to look over your slightly flushed face. “no, i mean… are you feeling okay?” “well, now that you mention it, i do feel a little tired.”

-> say no more. yukimiya has you in bed not a minute later, and he is prepared to make today all about you

-> he becomes such a housewife it makes you laugh. yukki comes into your room every hour on the hour to bring you food, check your temp, or just hang out. he even lets you tease him when he appears wearing a pink apron covered in bows

-> it’s miraculous how quick you feel better, and your boyfriend immediately agrees to snuggle with you once your temperature lowers to normal

karasu tabito

-> does not leave your side, even when you complain about how gross you feel. “i’m literally disgusting. you don’t have to stay, tabi. it’s just a cold.”

-> but it’s not just a cold. to him, this is a test. to prove to you that he’ll stay by you in sickness and in health (even though neither of you is anywhere close to marriage)

-> “you’re going to get sick,” you warn when he nuzzled his cold nose against the heated flesh of your neck. “don’t care.” “i’ll care when i have to stay here and take care of you.” “you must love me lots.”

-> jokes aside, karasu will regularly check your temperature and give you a little space when it gets too warm. he doesn’t want to cook you with his hugs and will slip away to bring you water or medicine when you need it

-> of course, since it’s just a cold, you get over it pretty quick… and call off of work to stay with him when he can’t get out of bed the next day

michael kaiser

-> oh, he’s so concerned. his brows refuse to even out, and he always materializes next to you whenever you cough a little too hard or breathe a little funny

-> doesn’t crawl into bed with you because you mentioned feeling hot, despite how much he wants to hold you. will instead sit at your bedside, hand in yours, cheek resting against his forearm as he stares almost unblinkingly at you. like if he looks away for even a second, you’ll disappear

-> though you can’t open your sleepy eyes, you drag your thumb over his hand to assure him you’re alright

-> kaiser will only leave your side to get medicine or food for you, and he’s back so fast you can’t tell if you dozed off without him or if he ran all over the house

-> literally (carefully) jumps into bed when you give him the okay. holds you impossibly tight and quietly begs you to never get sick again. “i promise i’ll try,” is your smiley response

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USA tour is not for the weak

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All consuming desire moodboard (?)

ARIII LOVELY this is incredible, the proses for the bottom two especially exactly summarize how i feel about cannibalism as a metaphor for love. it's something more whole, more purposeful than sex itself, something that fulfills for you for eternity and not to satiate you for one moment until it depletes again and you find yourself fending for more.

because if you've found the one, if you've consumed them in all their entirety and have them be a part of you physically speaking, skin and blood melded, then the only thing that fuels a hunger again is your desire to feast on them again and relive those moments of love. a desire so deep that the only thing left is to let your two selves meld into one so neither of you can separate from the prospects of time.

but there's only one of them, so truly, you should be somewhat eased, right ....??? but love is too all-consuming, you're foolish to think that such can be satisfied much too easily