miowyaa

[miowyaa]

If it's alright, I have another request!!

I LOVED the story you wrote out of my previous request! It was amazing! And hilarious 😂

Do you think (if you have time and are okay with taking another request from me), you could write a Shidou x GN! Or nonbinary reader? I know you don't do NSFW which is totally understandable, but if you could add a touch of ✨spice✨ that'd be great. Oh! And I already have the trope in mind, enemies to lovers 😁

I hope this request is fun for you! If you need to change it in any way, that is perfectly fine. Thanks!

Leave me alone, you freak! ; Shidou x Gn!Reader

A/N: Thank you for your request! This was so funny to write, if you read the wiki/ egoist bible, it says that before a game, Shidou likes to go take a goodluck poop. Not really enemies to LOVERS but definitely enemies with crushes on each other. So um. Yea, enjoy..

CW: you get chased down by an intimidating shidou (not very romantic, i know :( ) , you basically get jumpscared by him. 

It's not everyday that you’re being chased down some random hallway in a large stadium, tablet in hand, praying to whatever force out there to help you make it out alive. As most people would agree, this doesn't usually happen to them either. You’ve never thought of yourself as a bad person, honestly- quite the opposite! If you had to describe yourself (not to toot your own horn,) you’re pretty much an upstanding citizen for the most part. So is it just that bad things happen to good people? For goodness sakes, you’re just trying to do your job.

“Go away!” You cry, the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes, never in your life have you run as fast you are right now. In hot pursuit, is a demon, a monster straight out of your worst nightmares, the living embodiment of all evil: Shidou Ryusei. Mind you, this was all because you very kindly told him that NO, he could NOT take an extra 15 minutes to go take a good luck dump right before his game especially since everyone was waiting for him already. You thought it was fine, it was cool, everything was all hunky-dory..But apparently not, since right after his match ended, he decided to just start sprinting towards you.

Fear, adrenaline, everything bad is literally coursing through your veins right now. You could care less how stupid you look right now as you flail your limbs around trying to get as far away from this man as quickly as possible. You hear him giggling behind you, and it just infuriates you even more. What is this? Some poorly made horror game you pirated made from free models and random free clips of children cries online? Though, to be fair, those kinds of games have the scariest jumpscares. 

Rounding a corner, you stick yourself to the wall before slumping down. It's a bit hard to believe this is happening, all in the span of a few minutes too. Maybe you can convince Ego to put Shidou on some tranquilizers or something. Alas, this is just wishful thinking. For now all you can do is to pick yourself up and walk yourself somewhere that he hopefully is FAR away from, fingers crossed!

It works out so perfectly, you even bust out a little tune. A little hum, if you will. Free from the beast, you’re given a false sense of freedom, unaware of the looming threat staring, looming, lurking… from afar. You caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure in your periphery, but you brushed it off. No way that's him, absolutely no way. You weren't going to let such a trivial matter ruin the rest of your day, nope!

So why is it now that you find yourself beneath him as he grins way too widely? You’re scared that he’s going to start drooling on you or something.

“KYAAAAAAH!” You scream out, finding yourself trapped underneath his weight. God forbid you want to go take a walk or something, because now, there's a freak basically sitting on top of you, pinning you down. Is this a scene straight out of an otome game? Are you… a pervert for having such thoughts…? Well, no, because this isn't your fault. Nothing is EVER your fault!

After your initial scream, you stay quiet staring directly into his eyes. You don't doubt that your face is a deep shade of pink right now, and it's no thanks to the guy on you right now. Who cares if your mind is cycling through thousands of probably non-PG thoughts right now? Though, your train of thought is finally broken when he finally speaks.

“Got you!” Well, NO SHIT.

“Dont worry, I forgive you,” he muses as if there was really any wrongdoing on your part in the first place. Wrapping his arms around you, he basically traps you even more.. You can feel them getting numb, and although you can't say this position is something you hate, embarrassment prevails! 

You’re shaking from a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and if that wasn't bad enough, he doesn't seem to give a crap at all! (Haha, crap, get it? Sorry.) He releases one of your arms from his grip and uses it to cup your face ‘sweetly,’ his fingers tracing over the outline of your jaw as if this were normal. He even lets out a little “heehee.” Maybe you’ve fantasized about this happening before, or maybe you haven't, whose to say? Though you didn't expect it to happen so quickly, it's definitely happening. This is it, you’re living your main character's life..! Is what you would think if you were sound of mind right now. Sound of mind is one way to put it though, since you’re probably part of a minority who thinks like that normally.

You’re still trapped, dare you say, provocative, position and it doesn't look like he's going to let go any time soon. You’re pretty content with staying in this position forever, just not now. Maybe in a few months or years, when he's toned down or something. But for now, you decide that you need to escape. So with all the strength you can muster, you slam your leg up into the area where the sun refuses to shine.

Expectantly, he weakens his grip which gives you just enough time to flee. As you’re running away for the second time, you stop for a moment to turn around to stick your tongue out at him. If Shidou could read minds, he’d know that you were calling him a “loser” and to have “better luck next time!” And although he does not have the required psychic abilities required to telepathically read your mind, he shoots you a wink which you so lovingly return with a middle finger.

Truly, what a love story! Throw the roses or something, everyone..

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.

[miowyaa]

Not quite sure if this request would help with motivation, buttttttt if you’d like….

Maybe reader has read about football in an attempt to show a blue lock character (your choice!) that they are - in fact - educated about the game? Only for them to stumble when it comes to passing the ball or trying to score?

Does this make sense?? I hope it does T-T

One shot love! ; Pre-WC!Kunigami x gn!reader

A/N: tysm for requesting! Im sosososo sorry this is really late. I fell out of writing for a bit my bad gulp. Anyways, i hope u enjoy :)

Cw: Implied romance but can be read as platonic, reader is also shorter 

It's days like this that make you start contemplating whether or not your life truly is just a big social experiment, the woes of your existence being broadcasted to some real world where its audience is just sitting there, laughing at you. Or maybe, you’re just dramatic. Most would agree it's the latter.

“UWAHHH!!” You scream as the ball shoots towards you. It's not even hitting your face or anything, nor is this some highstake game where if you miss your nonexistent soccer career is over. Embarrassingly enough, it's one against one and the other isnt even trying. Infact, he stands across from you, cheeks puffed and hand slapped on his mouth in a poor attempt to stop himself from bursting out in laughter… and.. Is that a tear sliding down his cheek..?

With the vengeance of a thousand people who’ve been wronged and false confidence, you march right over to him to snatch him down by the ear and bring him down to eye level. “That couldve killed me!” You cried, dirt littered the sides of your legs and there's even some decorated on your cheeks. Of course, there's no way a soccer ball couldve killed you, but you’ve always had a flair for the dramatics.

Kunigami stares at you in disbelief and in amusement, more of the former since he can't believe what he's witnessing right now. Just an hour before did you proclaim that you were pretty sure that you could beat him in a soccer match, despite your lackluster years (zero) of training and his staggering experience. “You're doubting me now, but wait till I show you!” You shouted that so confidently, but show him what exactly? How UNATHLETIC you truly were?

He almost bursts into tears recalling the memory, and you dont take it so lightly. You bend down to pick up the ball, directly infront of the goal. “Go stand over there, ill show you..” you clench your fists with determination, pressing deep crescents into the palms of your hands. No!!! You will not falter!! YOU REFUSE!!!

Long story short, he played as the goalkeeper for a short minute or two, and in that short amount of time, you kicked the ball and fell on your face. Gosh dangit! 

No longer is he able to hold himself back anymore.. First, it escaped as a shaky exhale before he gave up- so much for being a hero?! More like a super evil villain who's here to crush your dreams. “Get up,” he sighs like a disappointed father but there's a wide grin spread across his face. For what feels like an hour (but was actually a few seconds,) you finally sit up from your position and use his shoulder to push yourself up from the ground, in turn, you shove him onto the floor face first. 

“You were just lucky, and today is just not my day. Im sure if we had a rematch..” you hum, looking at his body sprawled out across the ground. “I would easily win, see, I didnt eat enough iron today.” 

Quicker than you, he stands back up and traps your head underneath his arms, “sure you wouldve,” he laughs, ruffling your hair, somehow making it even messier than it was before. 

You can't find it in you to respond, so, in true egoist fashion or whatever, you let him drag you off to wherever. Today may have been a loss for you, but in the deepest darkest corners of your mind you curse him, swearing that one day you will beat him. That day may be when you’re all old and wrinkly, but it’ll come. For sure.. 

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.

[miowyaa]

hi guys im a liar... i never realized how hard writing was oops.. um anyways sorry on the two month long delay looks around and gulps.. ive been swarmed in school stuff w finals coming up and all, anyways i have drafts that i really hope i can get out by the end of the month, i learned my lesson tho.. no promises.. sighs and shakes head..

[miowyaa]

Hello! Welcome!

Let's try this, can I request Lucifer om with uhhh let's say reader that acts the way he acts with Diavolo? Like the lapdog of the lapdog, you catch my drift? 😭

Wasn't sure if you write for both hc and oneshot but whichever is fine by me as long as you're comfortable.

Ty! Take your time, drink water <3

A lapdogs lapdog; Lucifer x gn!reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I havent been playing Obey Me for a good year now and the only content I consume of it are from fanfics, so my bad because everyones likely OOC.. This is also my first shot at writing headcannons, so hopefully they arent too bad. Enjoy!! (Also, the Samuel pfp? LMAO)

I’m so sorry that this is incredibly late, I’m not sure when I’ll be posting the others because I’ve had a butt to of schoolwork recently.. sorry guys.. requests r still open but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get to them!

CW: extreme ooc lowk, thats it, if you spot any lmk <3

The person who finds it the funniest has to be Diavolo himself, seeing his closest confidant having someone who is as naggy as themselves cracks him up everytime. He probably starts using you as a way to slip out of unwanted conversations with Lucifer.

Oh, he wants to talk about numbers and strategies or whatever? Is that [name] I see in the distance??

The man himself, Lucifer, may find it endearing on a good day. But more often than not, he is NOT having a good day. For the longest time since you got there, he found it annoying how your DDDs wallpaper was set to a blurry picture of him. What are you, one of Asmodeus’ fan girls?

Once Belphegor was freed, he started plotting with Satan. Initially, you were apart of this hate group because well, you’re Lucifers #1 fan. You should be into everything associated with him.

You were soon kicked out after their plans were interfered with, wow a door that teleports you into some void for a whole day? Haha, I wonder how you got in there first. Lucifers never fell for one of their tricks, but he wonders when you’ll figure that out.

Anyways, imagine Mammon punching the wall because he’s upset you don’t dote on him the same way, lol

When he was choosing an exchange student, he didnt except for them to start developing a budding relationship. Sure, maybe he found you especially annoying at times, the cream puff explosion to the countless other incidents, he doesnt doubt that if he were anyone else you probably wouldve been long gone. But it would be after all those incidents, he would scribble away in his office- the picture of your lingering smile plays over and over again in his mind like a broken record player.

He pictured you tripping down the stairs with files in hand, and he smiled. Whether it was out of adoration or just cruel amusement was unknown but he's never been the best at discerning his own emotions. Yet he doesnt let anyone but you linger in his office, sure sometimes one of his brothers comes in there to ask for something, but they rarely go out of their way to spend their time with it, and that's usually just how he likes it. The first few times you sat in the armchair pushed into the corner of the room, he’d sneak dubious glances at you every now and then, keeping his silence. Today, he just accepts your presence, your sleeping body sprawled out on the armchair as if you dont have a care in the world, feels natural to him- in fact, when you arent there, Lucifer finds it hard to keep focus. 

As much as he may try to deny it, he’ll always have a certain fondness for you that no one else can claim nor replace.

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.

[miowyaa]

One chair a day, keeps the doctor away; Various BLLK x gn!reader

A/N: Thank you @gothforgod for this request, this had me giggling so hard while I was writing this that I genuinely mightve looked insane. I'm sorry if I made the reader a little too freaky. I had no idea what I was doing. Shidou 2.0 I fear. ALSO, THIS CAN BE READ AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC? Again, im so sorry but I find it hard to fit so many love interests into such a oneshot but I tried my best. A majority of it is just joking.. Anyways, I hope youll enjoy reading it!! :)

Cw: reader gets hit by a chair and is knocked out for a few minutes, they’re a little disoriented for a bit but that's the extent of any injuries (?)

It's times like this when you’re really contemplating your life decisions. Namely the one you’re facing right now, nutrients…or that shiny new skin that just released? You debate calling your parents for some extra allowance, but then the memory of you stating your independence so passionately sits you down, because as much as you want that cool skin, you decide that your dignity is worth more.

It was a few months ago when your father broke the news that he had gotten a better job opportunity in another city that would require you guys to move to what was basically the other side of the country. As ever the dramatic person, you fell to your knees and started begging them to let you stay here.

Not only were you dramatic, you were also incredibly annoying because your nagging eventually worked. So with the promise of you being the most responsible person ever and to keep the house as clean as possible, you were allowed to stay.

Well, as it turns out, you may not be the most dutiful person to have ever been born but surely it's okay. It's just time to get a job, like any other normal person would. With this new plan in mind, you are filled with a new determination and swing open your laptop and start looking for any job listings that you could apply for. Unfortunately, it seems that it was all for nothing as you either dont meet the requirements, or.. Well, that's honestly really the only reason. Your eyes nearly jump out of their sockets when you scroll through convenience job positions that require three million years of experience? No thanks.

It's been two hours of straight searching and you're nearly about to just suck it up and plead with your lovely parents for some extra money when a job listing pops out. It has no requirements that you can't fufill and the pay is not tht bad! Well, it does require you to be a pretty good cook but not to brag, youve cracked an egg or two into your instant noodles. You’re pretty sure you got this in the bag.

It was a little frightening how quickly they had accepted your application, were there no applications to be asked or did they need a new cook that bad? You couldnt complain and you were to start the following week, huzzah! There were some catches though, you were to live on site for some reason. You opened up the location the facility was at on maps and it was practically in the middle of nowhere. Simple problem with a simple solution, you dont have a car so you figured youd just call up a taxi- okay that's one down. What would you need to bring? Clothes maybe, would they allow you to return home every one and a while to do laundry or would you do it there? The contract they sent you was so vague..

You did what you could over the one week and once that was up, you called up a taxi and headed towards the facility. It was high in the mountains and honestly, you started thinking about the likelihood that you would get murdered. 

After paying the fare, you walked into the weirdly shaped facility with your luggage in tow, prepared to meet whatever freak was about to employ you. With no freak employer in sight to greet you, you let your curiosity get the best of you and let yourself start wandering. The whole building is built like some sort of maze, all its walls looking identical to each other. By this point, youre unable to piece together where you are anymore because youre convinced youve walked into a hundred different rooms with the same doors. That is, until you walk into what looks like a cafeteria! 

This is promising- you think. You're here as a cook so your job will probably be somewhere around here. You look around the huge room and note two things, one: it's very clean, every flat surface you can see is sparkling, and two: there's a chair flying towards you.

You wake up and the world around you is hazy, you can make out one figure in your peripheral vision and you grab onto it as hard as you can. It reacts with an ‘eek!” and you feel your upper body slumping to the ground. Apparently, they were trying to lift you up. Did they think you were dead? Maybe, and this was this horrible plan of trying to discard your body. You look infront of you to see another figure and with all the strength your disoriented state can muster, you slam your foot onto their face. 

It lets out a surprised yelp and backs away from you, now, you're laying on the ground trying to comprehend what has just happened. Is this the afterlife? No, because you just beat two people up and one of them is still in your grip. You notice that you're holding someone's hair, and immediately sober up. “Oh my-” you sit up, freeing the poor guy in the process.

“-Gosh.” the two look at you as if you’re some sort of animal, and you can't blame them. You dont doubt that the chair that hit you has left some sort of effect on your appearance. Just as you’re about to apologize, one of them has beat you too it. His highlights falling over his shoulder as he quickly bows, the other one follows suit.

“We’re so sorry!” One of them cries out, he has dark blue hair and you notice that his eyes are squeezed shut, too scared to meet your gaze. For lack of better words, you're speechless. Speechless that is until the greatest idea ever pops into that head of yours.

“Ladies, ladies. Calm down, there's enough of me to go around,” you pick yourself up looking all smug. You catch their faces of surprise as you dust yourself off and turn your heads towards the chair. “I guess the chair couldnt help it, all things naturally gravitate me because of my..beauty..” Well, you’re pretty sure that they just think they messed up your head, judging from their expressions. You shouldnt have said that, now it's just awkward. 

The blue-haired one tries to speak, but he's obviously hesitant to do so. A horrible silence engulfs the three of you as all just stare at each other, painfully waiting for the next interaction. “Do..do you play soccer?” He finally says.

How do you explain that you dont have an athletic bone in your body? Just the presence of any ball is guaranteed to make you sweat, but from what little research you did of the facility, you do not fit in at all. “No,” you state flatly, the room returns to a state of excruciating silence.

The one with what can only be described as a layered bob-cut with highlights claps his hands together, “then we’ll teach you!” You’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be fraternizing with the players, but your employer still hasnt showed their face yet and you honestly couldnt give less than a fart. You shrug and he lights up, taking you by the arm and dragging you off to who knows where, the other one following close behind.

You’re zoned out for the most part, but you do catch the bob-cut guy saying some random things such as, “my monster this..my monster that..” It's a little concerning, should he be on some medications or did this place think that his ‘monster’ was beneficial to him? Well, you dont know and you really dont feel like finding out. Just as you’re going down the bob-cut monster rabbit hole, the three of you make it to a brightly lit room with artificial grass. It seems that you arent alone, as aside from the three of you, there's also some other people kicking around some balls. So athletic. You’re intimidated.

“Bachira, dont you think..” the quieter of the duo tries saying before ‘Bachira’ runs off to go grab a ball. It's now just the two of you, and impulsively, you say it outloud. “Heh..It's just you and me now..” you slowly turn to him, you're obviously trying to crack a joke but the guy's face heats up so quickly you’re afraid he's having a heat stroke or something.

Both of you have no idea what to say and it isnt until Bachira returns that there's finally a conversation. He brought along a few other people, three to be exact. What might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and this purple-haired guy who's so graciously carrying someone asleep. You’re unsure of how the purple-haired dude or the person hes carrying are going to help you play soccer, but you’ve been unsure about practically everything since you got here, so maybe you’ll just trust them on this.

It's not that you’re really that eager to learn, but apparently Bachira thinks so and you’re slightly afraid of what his ‘monster’ will do to you if you run away now. So for now, all you can do is smile and nod. The gorgeous man introduces himself as Chigiri, and the blue-haired one realizes he's yet to introduce himself and tells you that his name is Isagi. The purple-haired one introduces himself as Reo and the one asleep and Nagi. Wow, are you in middle school icebreakers again? You dont even realize for a few secondsd that everyone is waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh, yeah. Hi, im [name].” You’re half expecting them to ask you to share a fact about yourself to the class but luckily it doesnt come to that. As if everyone forgot what they were there for, they slip into conversation instead of teaching you soccer and you’re relieved, you slickly open up your phone to do your daily logins when you notice a new voice talking to you.

Should you burst out into tears? Or challenge him to a 1v1 to reclaim your honor? You turn slowly to face the now awake Nagi whose still being carried and has noticeably left a small puddle of drool on Reos shoulder. “You suck at that game,” he repeats. Gasps heard around the room, not really, but basically.

“Excuse me?” You gasp, placing a hand over your heart to show that you took much offense to what he said. Hes so cool and nonchalant that he has the same expression as he did when he said such rude words to you: nothing. His face is literally devoid of any emotion except maybe for boredom and you feel the need to pummel him to the floor.

“Ill have you know, that I'm top 300 in arena, not only that-” he cuts you off. So rude. “Top 20.”

Oh, okay. So he's just a video game nerd, this isnt your fault you're just outmatched because he spends all his time on the game. You feel better now! Atleast you dont rot in this game all day like him. “We have a professional over here..” you lean towards the one closest to you, which so happens to be Chigiri. He looks at you weirdly and you can't tell if it's out of concern or if he's just judging you. Now with the judgement of your five minute crush, you now turn to one of Bachiras methods. You clap and you make sure its really loud. Then, out of embarrassment, you shout, “so, soccer!” 

Bachira lights up, did he seriously forget? You really dont know, but either way, you send another glare towards Nagi before turning towards the speaker. “Oh, yea! Totally slipped my mind. Okay..So this-” so he did forget, but no biggie because he gets cut off by a huge monitor hung up on the wall.

“There you are. Come to my office, now.” It's clear he's talking to you, and you take this chance to leave because, no, you really do not feel like learning how to play soccer, sorry Bachira. Despite the fact that you have no idea where the office is, you walk backwards out the door. What's that saying again? Saved by the bell, except you were saved by a huge TV by a man with a bowl-cut. Lots of peculiar hairstyles here.

You thank whatever force is out there for helping you avoid this predicament and then run off with crossed fingers that the next room you enter, will be the office.

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.

[miowyaa]

My heart to you; Isagi x f!reader

A/N: Requested by @evapori ! Thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you’ll enjoy! This should've been entirely light hearted but it is a little sad during the beginning, oops. ALSO IM SO SORRY BUT I COULDNT FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE THEM OFFICIALLY TOGETHER? LIKE he does (kinda) kiss her at the end so your just gonna have to live off those crumbs. im so sorry. Also, there's a part where the reader suggests that he becomes a “nude art model” IM NOT WEIRD I PROMISE, if you watched the anime there's a scene where Bachira and Isagi's parents meet and share that their sons are frequently booty naked at home LMAOO. CW: None! Or atleast that I can think of, if you spot any, let me know in the comments or in my dms <3

It's the game that will qualify Yoichi for nationals, he's playing with the same passion he normally does and you respond by cheering your heart out for him, just as you have been doing for every game of his. It's the last deciding point and he's running towards a goal, you can tell, but he passes and they lose. It hurts you but you know he's hurting more, and it's apparent on the walk home. 

It's a silent walk home where the silence acts as a thin veil of his true feelings, he drops you off at your front door and waves a goodbye without so much as a word. You aren't that well versed in the realm of soccer, but you are in Yoichi. You pivot to say a goodbye only to find his back already turned to you and one leg over his bike, and decide that it's probably better to say nothing. Taking out your keys, you unlock your front door and walk in, the yellow fluorescent lights greet you as they always do but today there's a certain coldness to them. It was under these same lights where you met Yoichi, and it feels like it was just yesterday. 

You were both six when you met, you recall your mother calling you from downstairs to greet someone- the son of her friend. He's bashful and stumbles over his words, he's matured since them but sometimes you can see faint traces of his past shyness. His mother introduces him and “Yoichi Isagi,” and you notice that he grips his mothers coat even tighter, but he does peek his head out a little more to get a better look at you. In return, you raise your eyebrow to stare at him rather judgementally. Your mother ushers you to go to the living room to play, and you do so. You take his wrist and drag him out from his mothers shadow, determined to show him your toy collection. He obliges, but it's not like he had much of a choice, you had a rather strong grip for a six year old.

It's been years since then, but he still allows you to pull him around like he's a ragdoll. But today, as his retreating figure becomes smaller from your view through the tiny crack you've made through the window blinds, you slump down and come to the realization that something may have changed. It might just be biased, but you can't name another soccer player that deserves this more than him, not even that white-haired guy from the other team that somehow got the reporters to listen to him so easily, not even him because he's not your Yoichi.

It's a few hours later and you're in bed, reading old text messages. Maybe it's cowardice but you find it hard to send him a message right now. Instead, you find comfort in past playful banter. You stare at your phone for so long that you don't realize a new day has begun, the sun rises and you stare out of your window dazed. The lack of sleep is evident but it all goes away with the sound of a notification. This notification in particular is his, you know this because he has a special ringtone on your phone, for calls and messages as do you on his. You spring for your phone and unlock it as humanely possible after what seems like hours, your messages finally load and a text reads out, “im coming over in 5, i have some news!”

What news? The vague text leaves you pacing around your room in worry, but you are soon snapped out of it when the sound of a rock hits your window, you look out and there he is. Wrapped in a scarf and grinning. This is a good sign, this means that whatever news he has likely isn't going to be that he has some life-threatening disease and he only has three weeks to live. You dash to the door in record time and slam it open, hopefully it didn't wake your parents. “Hi!” you pant, your rush to get to him is evident.

“[Name],” he smiles, and so do you. Like always, you grab his wrist and take him inside and he shuts the front door behind you. In your haste, you nearly make the both of you trip over several times, but luckily, you two do not end up on the floor. You make it to your room and sit him down, and with the most serious face you can make, you grab and shake his shoulders. 

“Spit it out!” you say, still shaking his shoulders, he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you back in retaliation, its effective. 

He pulls out a letter from inside of his coat and it's already opened, but you read the front of the envelope and in fancy font, it reads, “Japanese Football Association.” You stare at him dumbfounded but he urges you to continue. By the time you're done skimming over the letter, you're practically on top of screaming in joy. From the perspective of an outsider, you might as well be his mother from how much your screaming is embarrassing him. “It sounds like you’re more excited than I am,” he sighs before pushing you away with a finger on your forehead.

“Maybe I am, but it's about time they noticed how awesome you are. Were they perhaps blind before? It's the only explanation,” you shoot back, swatting his hand away. “But it's today! You should be more happy, you’re too calm about this,” you lean back on your bed's headboard, crossing your arms. 

“I feel like you’re plenty excited for the both of us,” he hums before he stands up. “But if it makes you feel better, I promise I'll become the greatest soccer player!” Yoichi grins before turning his back to you, flexing his muscles. 

“While you're at it, why don't you pick up a few jobs as a nude art model?” You laugh, he freezes before his arms drop down and looks at you with horror. “My mom told you that?” He looks at you fearfully and nearly drops to his knees in embarrassment. 

“No. You forget we’ve known each other for close to a decade, and plus you already promised that on the first day we met remember?” You stick out your tongue playfully. He thinks for a second before he looks at you like ‘bazinga!’. 

He leans in close to you and nearly shouts, “of course I do! The first day we met, I brought a soccer ball because before I was playing soccer- but it started raining. So my mom decided to take me to meet yours and when you took me to go play I-” you cut him off.

“You accidentally kicked it in my face.” you raise your eyebrow. Shamefully, he looks away and stuffs his hands in his pockets, you feel like he's about to start whistling and hope he does because it’d be pretty funny.

He coughs and you allow him to change the subject, and he looks like he's getting serious. “All of that aside, I don't know how long I'm not going to be able to see you for. But I hope that when we do, I'll be a better player for both of us, and I wanna make sure you’re still my biggest fan.” He grabs your hands and looks away, and you can see the redness creeping up to his cheeks. 

Is he trying to make you burst out into tears or is he naturally this endearing? You guess both but that he's not doing it intentionally. He starts debating whether or not he should just run out your door and just go there because your silence is just killing him that much, you’re staring at him with wide eyes and your jaw opened slightly, and honestly, the redness on your face might even start to rival his. But luckily, he doesn't have to do that. You break free of his hold and slap his back as hard as you can, he stumbles a few feet from the unexpected hit. “Of course I will, you dummy,” you huff as you look bashfully to the side. Yoichi lights up and crashes onto you in a hug so tight that you think that it might leave bruises later, but nonetheless, you return it. He presses a kiss to your forehead and before you cant comprehend whats going on, he runs out of your room, making sure to slam the door in the process. If you didn't wake your parents earlier, they're surely up by now. 

You stand there in shock, but not for long as you catch sight of him outside your window, running off to what's probably his football program thing, waving to you with the biggest grin in the world. You're more than happy to reciprocate.

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.

[miowyaa]

what are your rules for request? :D

Hey there!! I just now realized I didn’t really have any rules set for what I would write, so I figured I’d make a simple list rn, I’ll upload a more specific one later!! (this post will be deleted once I do so <3)

No nsfw! I’m not confident enough in my skills to write it, sorry 😢

Other than that, there’s not many other rules I have but too keep things normal lol. Please don’t send ‘strange’ requests, but if ur unsure you can still send them in, I’ll look them over and decide whether or not I’m fine writing them.

As already stated in my master list post, I write for any gender!!

this is more of a preference so it is okay if you don’t but if possible, if you do have a request try to be a little specific!! It helps me brainstorm more ideas + get a better feeling of what u guys might want

thank you for asking!! For those with requests, they should be out by the end of the week. If not, middle of next? I’m done with two out of five and will be posting them soon ❤️

[miowyaa]

this is my attempt at trying to get back into writing again, lol. please PLEASE send me requests, if u want an idea for the fandoms i write for i have a barren masterlist....you dont even have to request from a fandom on there..just anything..

[miowyaa]

₊˚ෆ masterlist

⤑ I write for multiple fandoms and will be writing for them as I get into them. You can make requests for fandoms I have yet to watch but be warned characters may be OOC. ⤑ I only write xreaders (sorry) but for any gender.

𝄞 bluelock

My heart to you | Yoichi Isagi x F!reader

One chair away, keeps the doctor away | Various BLLK x gn!reader

One-shot love! | Pre-WC!Kunigami Rensuke

Leave me alone, you freak! | Shidou x Gn!Reader

𝄞 obey me! shall we date

A lapdogs lapdog | Lucifer x gn!reader

⤑ Dont see your faves? Let me know what you'd like me too add!

© miowyaa | please do not steal, repost, or translate any of my work.