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earthtooz · 1 month
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cw: arranged marriage, fluff, neglect at the beginning, ratio falling hard, pining, ratio being jealous of aventurine, unedited bc i wrote this with my heart not my brain
my brain has been thinking about an arranged marriage fic with dr. ratio...
he isn't kind to you at first, less than happy to share a life with a mere acquaintance. he's heard about you before in passing, noting your achievements with a grain of salt because nothing about you particularly mattered to him, irrelevant against the mass of scrolls and books he needs to read.
you don't really disturb his normal routine too much. you move in to his estate with a fair share of your belongings, but none of them crowd his house too much. you have your own room, pristine guest room unearthed by your artistic touch.
aside from dinners, you don't get to see each other too much. he starts his mornings early, getting up at the crack of dawn to exercise and start his day with a hearty meal. you wake up later, partaking in a slow morning, and if you glanced out the window, you might be able to see your husband running laps around the expanse of his gardens.
you admire his dedication and routine, it's fascinating to live beside a genius. everyday, the chest table that sits in the living room changes, the black and white pieces never remaining where you last recalled. the size of his blackboard is impressive, and yet too small to fit all of the formulas his brain remembers, hands effortlessly dancing along the surface to scratch number after number.
a frequent order of his estate is chalk. a new pile is delivered every three days, and he goes through them without fail every time.
during dinner, he tries to spare some conversation with you. you don't tell him too much about your day, not wanting to bore him with your menial chores. he's only half-listening either way, so you'll feign understanding about his work when he explains what he's up to.
ratio is not an attentive husband, but he doesn't mistreat you, either. he allows you to spend his assets without too much care, doesn't police your everyday tasks, and also doesn't bat an eye at other men or women. his pursuit of intelligence is important, and your wellbeing would not come in between that.
your monotonous, distant routine changes one autumn dusk. you're perched in the front yard with an easel set up before you, the sky in front of you now a blend of pink-purple hues. he returns home earlier than you expected, carriage stopping at the front of his estate, and he witnesses you in your tranquil state.
the paint strokes on the canvas before you are skilled, and show years of dedication to the craft. you're so invested in the piece before you, that you don't even hear him approaching until he calls your name.
"the night turns colder with each minute. shouldn't you come inside before you fall ill?" the scholar greets, and you're snapped out of your creative reverie, looking over at him.
"oh, i had not realised. let me clean up here, first." you take your canvas off the easel, but to your surprise, your spouse kneels down to organise your oil paints back into their box.
"make haste, then," he urges.
during dinner, he can't help but be curious over your hobby, the stubborn splotches of paint clinging to your hands visible to him. that night, you engage in uninterrupted conversation, and discover that he's an artist himself- a sculptor. it calms him, and all the statues reside in a removed room, adjacent to his study.
despite your years of matrimony, you had never once dared enter his study, but the design is so fittingly him. it is organised (well, as organised a genius can be), with shelves and shelves filled with books, discarded scrolls lay around the room, but even then, his taste for greco-roman aesthetics are seen. roman dorics act like stands for little plants, and his many certificates are displayed, along with other achievements.
(his study is overwhelmingly filled with them. though you knew of the merit of the man you were arranged to be married to, you had never known just how expansive the list is. perhaps, that only made him more intimidating to you, standing beside a genius does not feel so light to say anymore.)
he shows you his sculptures, and though many of them are... self portraits... the likeness is disgustingly accurate. it was as if he had casted himself in plaster and displayed it proudly. you wonder how long he must have stared in the mirror to perfect their appearance.
but, there are also various other formidable statues. some of people you recognise. you compliment his skill and don't get to see the blush that spreads along his cheeks.
it seems that you've chipped a way into his heart, because between brushstrokes and chiselled marble, he falls in love with you.
ratio knows he didn't start off being the best husband, but he tries to now, and begins by being present. asks you to dine together where possible, listens when you're talking about your day, and the two of you can be seen venturing downtown together; an unbelievable sight for those who believed that ratio was romantically inept.
perhaps, an even more unbelievable sight, was the soft smile on his face that glanced at you very adoringly, and how you remained unaware of his affections.
and, maybe a jealous veritas ratio is just as unbelievable.
he is practically glaring daggers at the side of a certain blond's head. ratio has never been fond of the scheming businessman, aventurine, and is even less so of the fact that you seem so close to him, more than you are with your own husband. you're speaking with him like how one would with old friends, a peaceful visit to the markets turned sour by his presence.
when you finally, finally, finally, bid farewell to aventurine, who gave ratio a look that signified he was up to no good, your husband held your hand in his gloved one with an unforgiving grip. his mood is dampened for the remainder of the day, and is only made better when you enquire about his sudden glumness, visiting his office to see if he was alright.
you leave him with a kiss on the crown of his head, and a whisper of 'goodnight', before retreating to your chambers, and the only thought that circulates in his head for the rest of the night is you, and how he's going to sweep you off your feet.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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ik ur in ur reo phase BUT HEAR ME OUT EARTH ONLY YOU CAN DO THIS
rin ACCIDENTALLY publicizing ur relationship bec mf got jealous as hell when ur face appeared in the kiss cam IN HIS GAME??????? WITH A RANDOM GUY AND WAS HE FUMING??? YOU AND I KNOW HE WAS THROWIN HANDS
thats all
I'M HEARING YOU OUT. warning for unrealistic scenario, i wrote this in like 20 minutes so it's unedited :p apologies for any mistakes.
imagine being rin's secret partner, the one he keeps behind closed doors because he values you too much to let the invasive eyes of the internet see. he values your relationship too much to let it get tarnished by social media, so he hides any affiliation with you like his life depends on it, only to come home and shower you with the adoration and affection he wishes he could show to the rest of the world.
in the spotlight, he is itoshi rin, japan's prized striker, their golden player, but when he's out of the spotlight, he is your lover. the man who drapes himself over you when things get too rough and he needs a breather. he is yours to cherish, where you have to change your phone wallpaper every other week because there's so many good photos of you two. he is yours to love, he is yours to go to when you feel too lonely, he is yours.
but also imagine, itoshi rin's jealousy and possessiveness no longer being able to rest at bay. it'd been accumulating for the past few weeks, this desire to show you off and boast that it's him who gets to know you like no other.
then the cup overfills, his jealousy tearing him by the seams that he loosely stitched together to withhold this carnal beast resting within him.
all because of a damn kiss cam.
you had been sitting in the vip section of the stadium- where special members are granted tickets, and even though you tell rin that it's fine for you to just sit in the general area, he refuses and tells you that he's bought you the ticket anyway. leaving you with no room for arguments. well. not that there was any to begin with.
anyways, you'd just so happen to sit next to someone who bought vip tickets with no affiliation with any blue lock members. you think he's just a die hard fan, so when he asks you if you like them, you lie and say that you won these tickets at a raffle.
the guy wasn't the most favourable person ever, in fact, you found yourself awkwardly responding to what he was saying, sometimes giving him short and succinct replies because of how... weird... he was. not to be disrespectful but you did not like his vibes. you just hope these 90 minutes can be over quickly.
yeah well, how funny is it that the kiss cam lands on you and the insufferable guy beside you?
you're mortified when you see it on the screen but the person beside you doesn't warrant the same reaction. immediately, he turns to face you, anticipation heavy on his features. in fact, he looks rather... excited...
"no, no, i have a boyfriend, i-" you begin abruptly as he leans in and you have no choice but to helplessly lean back, evading his lips and delaying it as much as you can. you even try rejecting him by frantically waving your hands, panicked and unsure of what to do.
until you hear him.
"back. the. fuck. off!" comes a shout from the pitch; the voice very familiar to your ears that you can't help but instantly relax from hearing it.
your seat was relatively close to the field which meant that those around you could hear the distinct voice of itoshi rin ripping through the air, fury evident and baring its fangs as he all but punches the barrier with each word.
however, everyone in the stadium could see itoshi rin as all cameras pan to him, witnessing his wrath as he shouts from the top of his voice. everyone around you is silent and you don't know whether you want to shrivel up into the ground or run to him and embrace him as tightly as you can. to find sanctuary in his warmth, away from the pushy guy who can't wrap his head around the idea that no means no.
itoshi rin decides for you, effortlessly jumping over the (considerably high???) barrier and making a beeline for you, skipping some stairs. thank goodness for a side seat because he comes to a stop before you, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he looks at you with heated passion, huffing and puffing.
"rin?" you whisper. he doesn't hear it, looking up at the various stadium screens to see if the kiss cams were still on you. smirking in satisfaction when he realises they are, rin all but pulls you up from your seat and kisses you with so much intensity and fervour that you feel lightheaded. very much so.
the stadium is cheering but you can't focus on it, not when rin's holding you to him so closely, practically trying to meld you to him. not even trying to push him away is enough to snap him out of whatever primal instinct has taken over him, so you grab his face and jerk away from him, not wanting to get too carried away.
before you can utter a word, rin looks behind you, and the coldness in his expression says everything you need to know.
he doesn’t care about dignity at this point. he just needed the world to know that you were his.
"you're dead if you try that again, you lukewarm fuckface," he then turns to you. you shiver from the intensity of his gaze. "i'll kill him next time," he promises before hugging you close to him once again, practically glaring at the cameras. "i'll kill anyone who tries to get to close."
THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON would u believe me if i said i'd been waiting for an opportunity like this? well i'm speaking the truth and i'm so glad u gave me the opportunity i've been waiting for AYEEEEEEE COME BACK ANY TIME YOU ARE SO WELCOME ON THE EARTHTOOZ BLOG, PRETTY <33
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earthtooz · 1 year
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rin kiss cam absolutely a masterpiece, i loveeee it so much <3 but i got an opposite idea. since you are very damn talented writing for sae, perhaps where you and sae had an argument which upset you so much, you have been ignoring him. then the following day, sae has a football match. after the match which of course they win, all the cams are on you and he said “please give me another chance to fix this, us” THEN THEN he held a massive bouquet of roses DJOWJDOSHDJSJDJ
for @limitlesshq - changed up the storyline a little, anon, sorry! your ask gave me inspiration for this, i'm sorry if you don't like the alterations, but i hope you enjoy nevertheless! this is VERY unedited.
sae, who has a sharp tongue and an even sharper attitude to match with that blunt personality of his. sae, whose words burn and singe your skin, leaving searing pain behind that you try not to show, especially when the venom drips onto your skin and brands you with shame, humiliation, and wrath. sae, who has never talked to you like he had in the argument you had two nights ago.
since then you hadn't talked to him, cringing at the thought of messaging him and reaching out. your friends tell you that you should try and mend whatever has happened, that knowing the two of you, sae's probably feeling the same and misses you too. your heart agrees but your conscious is still a little scarred, wincing when you recall the words that were thrown around.
sae had sent you a few posts here and there- like he sometimes does on instagram (they're hardly funny and you're still trying to find a way to tell him that), and you would only respond with a double click of the message instead of a proper response. other than that, he hadn't reached out in any other way.
the problem was that tonight you had a match to attend, with tickets that sae personally booked for you so it'd be a little harsh to not go.
just because you were still... upset at him doesn't mean that you didn't love him.
but did he want you there? what if he doesn't want to see you? what if he's still mad? that's probably why he hasn't made any attempts to try and talk it out and lord knows that you're still too busy fighting your own thoughts to make the first move.
pathetic really, it is, but when itoshi sae is your partner and the person who you have to apologise to... it's a little hard...
nevertheless, you go. your eyes lingered on the jersey he had given you, debating on whether or not you should wear it.
you decide against it, walking out of your apartment with a sinking feeling that it was a decision you'd regret. at least you still looked cute.
arriving at the stadium, you occupy your seat quite quickly especially since you were watching solo today. it's always daunting to be alone, especially in an environment like this, but you don't want any of your friends to witness how rocky you and sae are right now, so just purchasing this one ticket was a good idea.
even if that meant you had to cure your own boredom by scrolling on your phone whilst waiting for the match to start.
despite your indifferent front, your stomac was doing somersaults from where you jittered with anxiety. was showing up the right move? what if he didn't want you here?
then the stadium announcers begin talking, shushing everyone almost immediately as the teams are introduced. each running onto the grassy field when it's their turn, basking the roars and screams of the crowd that came to support them.
when real madrid comes out, your eye immediately lands on the figure of your boyfriend. although you can't see him all that clearly, it's not hard to identify him from his magenta hair and build; one that you see practically all the time (excluding the last three days).
he's scanning through the crowd, whipping his head around as if in search for someone, and when he finds the vip section for real madrid, his eyes land on you. you can't see him clearly, but there's a shift from his figure, his aura darkening as he slows his steps a little, falling behind from his team.
a fellow teammate has to push sae a little to snap him out of whatever funk he was in and a part of you twists uncomfortably at this weird behaviour of his.
all because he saw you. maybe it wasn't the right choice to come tonight. what if you impact his play?
the kickoff begins before you can think too much about it and the match officially starts, the players scrambling around the field.
90 minutes are over before you can count, the victory going to real madrid (to your relief because thank goodness you didn't affect their precious midfielder).
however, where you thought you would head home immediately after the match, it seems like sae has other plans as he runs towards the barriers separating the audience and the field, eyes locked on you the whole time. he beckons for you to come over and with a little hesitation, you do, weaving through exiting crowds in anticipation for what he'd need.
"congrats for the win," you say in greeting, plastering on a smile to give him the false perception that you were okay. he didn't need a victory to be soiled. that'd be a rough way to end such a pleasant event.
he doesn't meet your smile. instead, his eyes seem troubled, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looks you up and down again and again, as if his eyes are deceiving him.
"you're not wearing my jersey," he says finally, looking back up at you with turmoil clear in his eyes.
"oh," you look down at your own outfit. "yeah. i decided not to."
"why?"
"well after our argument i didn't know where we stand," you confess shyly. he frowns further before stepping back.
then he takes off his jersey- the one he was wearing, and fiddles with it until it's facing a certain way. he had a long sleeve shirt on underneath but without the jersey, you can see that he's wearing the couples necklace you got for your anniversary.
he then threads the jersey on over you and despite being shocked at his abrupt actions, you comply nevertheless, weaving your arms through the holes.
sae hums in approval and you feel a little gross wearing his sweat-sopped shirt, but he looks content and happy. a stark contrast to the troubled expression he was wearing previously.
you open your arms for a hug. he accepts it, winding his arms around your torso as yours go around his neck. the athlete breathes you in, relishing in the feeling of being so close to you after so long.
"are we okay?" he asks, voice muffled as sae hugs you a little tighter.
"yeah," you respond. he takes his head out of your shoulder, indifferent eyes glossy. you think they're tears, but you're not going to give yourself such high credit.
"missed you. i hate it when you're mad at me."
you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his nose, causing him to scrunch his face at the sensation. "i wasn't mad, sae. i thought you would be."
"me? why?"
"i don't know. you're kind of scary, y'know. especially to those who have wronged you or you don't care about."
he softens before bringing his head to your shoulder again, finding solace in your touch. "but you're neither."
"noted," you laugh, running your hands through his hair. everything feels okay again.
you only find out after the match that sae was hoping you'd come all along and that he even brought gifts for you as a way of apologising after the match.
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earthtooz · 5 months
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"the tea is drying out your lips, your grace," you comment, catching his eye when he looks up from a pile of paperwork.
"so?"
"don't you get annoyed by the feeling?"
"oh i don't mind, i can just drink more tea to balance it out," wriothesley chuckles, reaching for his cup and taking a sip.
you sigh playfully, shaking your head. "that's rather counterintuitive." you walk up to him, reaching for something in your pocket and out comes a tin of what he presumes is lip balm. he watches you curiously, unable to predict what you are trying to do.
smoothly twisting the cap open, you stop right before his chair and gather a bit of the ointment on your ring finger. then you gently smear it over his parted lips.
the duke should back off, retract from your touch but he is paralysed to his seat with shock, heart skipping a few beats at the sensation. you both know that he is more than capable of putting lip balm on himself and he should be embarrassed by your gesture, but he doesn't have it in himself to defend his honour. the last thing he can do is tear his stare away from your face and your gaze that is concentrated solely on his lips.
(he likes your attention, he realises. wants to bathe in it.)
the moment lasts forever yet ends too soon and you're out of his space in the blink of an eye. wriothesley wonders if he imagined your proximity and your tenderness, but the stinging of your touch and the racing of his heart proves otherwise.
"there. now your lips are no longer chapped." you wipe the balm off with a handkerchief. "you know, since you're such an avid tea drinker, you really should invest in some lip balm, walking around with chapped-"
he doesn't listen to the rest of your sentence, occupied with calculating how much more tea he needs to drink for you to do that again.
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earthtooz · 10 months
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what do you think of reo with the jealousy + kiss cam prompt except you’re not dating (yet) so everyone is either shocked or happy because god it took you some time to realize your feelings for each other.
not proofread, very quick drabble
okay but let me present to you... reo confessing to you WITH the kiss cam.
he's got the money, the influence, and the will to bend things his way with just a flick of his hand. so with almost no effort, he sets it up.
you're the physotherapist's assistant, having been fortunate enough to land the opportunity of shadowing the manager of one of the top soccer teams in all of japan. an opportunity that came with a lot of advantages; decent pay for someone of your age, a great learning experience, and frequent interactions with a lot of (hot) athletes.
just as any job, however, there are also downsides... such as... developing feelings for one of the said athletes. a certain purple-haired who was way out of your league.
for professional sake, you kept reo at arm's length. to your dismay, he kept trying to lure you in.
whether it be spending unnecessary amounts of time with you, staying back after practice to help you sort through some files, buying you coffee with the excuse that he was 'given another one', or carrying all the equipment- not that soccer even had much equipment, so that you didn't have to.
as sweet as reo is, and as much as you want to delude yourself into thinking that it was because he was interested in you too, there are a lot of issues that could arise when it comes to pursuing a relationship with mikage reo.
therefore, for professional sake, you will continue to keep reo at arm's length. to your dismay, your plan turns south one fateful night.
it's the night of the finals and the matches just finished with a victory to your team, 5-2. the stadium and the team are hyped beyond belief, absolutely buzzing with energy and adrenaline as everyone celebrates, pumping their fists excitedly or collapsing to the ground in total exhaustion.
after presenting the awards, thanking the opposing team, and clearing the stadium out, all excitement eventually dies down as the boys let the victory sink in.
handing out their water bottles one by one as they go, you leave them with a congratulatory pat on the back. bachira bear hugs you with unforgiving tightness, but other than that, all the players thank you with a small smile or fist bump before retreating to the change rooms.
then, it's reo's turn, who is last out of all the team.
your heart thumps in your chest, trying your best to remain cool and composed in front of him.
"congratulations," you grin, holding out his water bottle for him to take. he does, but lingers, finding no hurry in rushing back to the change rooms.
"thanks," he huffs. "couldn't have been possible without you."
you laugh at that. "don't give me credit for something i could never do. it was all you guys, impressive as always."
he beams even bigger at that. "are you joining the team celebration later tonight?"
"what? oh, no, i'm heading home."
"why, are you busy?"
"not particularly, but i didn't want to intrude."
"that's ridiculous. you could never intrude, you've helped all of us so much."
"i'm flattered you think so," you break eye contact, wandering over to where the duffel bags of first aid and other medicine is. reo follows, even though it's just a few steps away. "but i really don't want to overstep, it's the team's win."
he frowns. "then can i ask of you another favour?"
"sure. what is it?"
the purple-haired points up and you instinctively follow the line of direction.
the kisscam. it's centred on you and reo. you feel your heart skip a beat and your breath hitch, clogging up your lungs. you almost drop the first aid kit too.
no way...
looking back at the athlete, he's giving you that boyish smile of his, laced with hope and sudden shyness.
"hey," is all he says. you blink at him.
"wh-what?"
"aren't you supposed to kiss me now?"
"i'm so confused, why is this happening, the game's ended-"
"-can you kiss me or not?"
your heart is hammering, reverberating violently up your spine and into your ears.
"what?"
"can i kiss you?"
"w-wh- do you want to?" you splutter.
"yeah. i do. please?"
throwing all common sense and ethics out of the window, you give in to his pleas rather easily. "oh. okay."
everything that happens next happens in the blink of an eye. you feel his hand on your waist, then your chest pressing against his, and his warm breath fan across your lips before pulling you in for the most gentle, yet adoring, kiss you have ever received in your whole life. there's no bone in your body that tries to resist him, so, you allow yourself to sink right into him, letting go of your inhibitions (and the first aid kit).
reo doesn't let the noise distract him, instead, he throws away his bottle too and wraps both arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. his lips are slightly chapped from all that running around, but you could hardly care less.
after a few moments, you pull away, leaving the both of you with glistening lips and smiles wide enough to hurt your cheeks.
ridiculous. this all seems so ridiculous.
but it's real. you feel reo's breath fanning across your lips with every exhale, you see the strands of hair that stick to his forehead, and you hear the cheers and whoops of his teammates from the side. they look proud, some yelling 'finally!', causing reo to laugh triumphantly, throwing his head back whilst holding you tightly.
you hide your face in reo's neck, seeking protection from your embarrassment in his warmth. he holds you there.
"i've been waiting so long to do that," he says, rubbing circles on your back.
"yeah?"
"yeah."
"sorry to have kept you waiting, then."
"it's not a problem, i would gladly wait for you, but..." reo trails off, a mischievous smile appearing along his lips. "i'll accept your apology if you come to the party? with me."
"with you?"
"as my date."
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earthtooz · 1 year
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cw: kaiser. kaiser draws on your skin. gn!reader (as always), unedited lol
before i log off, i present to you all an idea that has plagued me for a considerable amount of time.
imagine doing kaiser's eyeliner.
you don't know how you got here, practice was supposed to be starting in five or so minutes, kaiser is meant to be warming up on the field, you're meant to be checking if all the players were here, yet you both find yourselves in this ridiculous situation.
standing in between his legs as he perches himself on the training ground's bench, you've got a hand on his face as you masterfully wield the red liner in between your fingers. you're a little nervous, admittedly, but you're not letting it show, the quiver of your hand subtle to the outside eye as your eyebrows furrow in concentration subconsciously.
he asked you to do his eyeliner for him- a very intimidating and big ask. especially because this recognisable feature of his (amongst many) is always done meticulously, perfected as part of his daily routine.
so the tremble of your hands and breath is understandable because you don't want to fail and leave a bad impression with him.
you were also being silent because you were impressed by how pigmented this red eyeliner was. where did he get it from? it's really vibrant. maybe you should get one too. flows out very easily too.
however, you were too caught up in your thoughts to realise your proximity. kaiser, on the other hand, was quietly revelling in it as he sits still; the most sensible he's acted in a long time as he soaks up your closeness.
you don't see the small smile of satisfaction that threatens to stretch along his face, resulting directly from this moment of bliss.
"there," you say, finally stepping back to admire your handiwork. you did a pretty good job, even added the under-eye detail that he likes.
reviewing himself in his front camera, kaiser hums in approval before standing up to his full height, shutting off his phone and walking towards you. you hand him the cap.
"good job, pretty. at least i can trust you to do my eyeliner," he mutters, holding his hand out expectantly. you hand him the product, unsuspecting and caught off guard when kaiser suddenly grabs you by the arm.
then, to your horror (and delight), he begins scribbling something on your skin, the pigmented product effortlessly bleeding out to leave his mark behind. when kaiser pulls away, he stares contently at his signature before capping the eyeliner.
"that's the best i've ever written it. you should be honoured."
you then usher him onto the field, basically punching him with each step before scrambling away to find something to erase his handiwork with.
you all can thank @limitlesshq and @kruinka for the birth of whatever this is. @mitsies and all kaiser kissers, this is for u
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earthtooz · 6 months
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thinking about jing yuan and everything he's endured in his long life is so upsetting... but what's even more of a knife to the heart is thinking about how dependent he could get with a partner that's been with him through it all.
from the high-cloud quintet to the current where it's only him still unchanged. he's had to watch his loved ones suffer and change whilst he has stayed stagnant, forced to live as an unmoving boulder that can still recount the days of its formation like it was yesterday. as the waves come and sweep the surrounding sediment away to wash up new ones to the shore, there is only one constant in his life.
you're here, you're beside him still, and if he ever wakes up without you there, he might turn the luofu upside down with the urgency of a divine being wrecked with rage.
as he walks with you through bustling markets, revitalised streets, and even abandoned ones that were once full of life, he's subtly reminded of all the years you have spent together.
in each 'i love you', there has been growth since the last. a new sense of maturity as metaphorical battle scars and wrinkles manifest over time, but jing yuan wants to witness them all.
people may question just how it is possible that the tides of life have not caused you to drift apart. maybe because you have always been someone jing yuan refused to let go, clinging to your form from night to day as a new sun rises, willingly staying with him through all the growing pains. and for long-lives like you and him, there are bound to be countless growing pains.
jing yuan is centuries old now, and although growing pains are a mere dull ache of the past, there are moments that they are revived, hitting him with the force of a speeding starskiff. yet, as if you had shared hearts, you grieve with him, welcoming him into a close and warm embrace.
in moments like these, he's reminded of all the years you have left and he hopes you choose to spend all of them with him.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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i just stumbling around sae’s biodata and found out he loves spend his holidays by looking at the sea. how adorable when we go on a date by the sea, until midnight we sat by the sea. it’s peace, and we get to dancing in the open waves, joking around AAAAA i want my own sae :(
ugh this >>>>
this idea is so beautiful :((( no few words have been able to create such an evocative scenario in my imagination bc i LOVE the idea of going on a holiday to a beach place and spending the night time with a lover :((( i am going to eat my fist.
just... going on a beach holiday with sae is intimacy to a whole other level in your relationship. the beach being his safe place, and you being the person that he trusts so much that he thinks it's okay to bring you to this sanctuary of his.
there's only one person in the world who makes him feel at peace, who fills him with the confidence akin to the rush he gets whilst on the field, who disrupts his world of busy schedules, critics, and sore muscles with some semblance of normality. and it's you.
inviting you to the annual beach holiday he always goes on during breaks between seasons was a no brainer. in fact, he couldn't even picture going up to his vacation house without you. he's very protective of things that mean a lot to him, so to know that he trusts you to let you accompany him is such an honour.
little do you know, that you are also one of said things that mean a lot to him.
just imagine him taking you out on a seaside dinner to a cozy, but high-end restaurant that sae always used to go to by himself. the owner, who recognises him and welcomes him warmly each time sae visits, gives the magenta-haired a certain look before giving you two the best seats in the house.
sae orders his usual. you order something else.
the breeze that blows is slightly cold, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. despite that, your attention remains on the view in front of you; the view being the beautiful sea and your even more beautiful boyfriend, who looks irresistible with his wind-swept hair and loose button down.
just imagine after a fulfilling dinner, you go for a walk down at the beach, the gentle glow of the sun highlighting all your features so ethereally that sae commits himself to engraining this moment into his memory. imagine the amount of shells you pick up, admiring them briefly before placing them back in the sand. imagine splashing sae gently and running away before he can even think about getting revenge, ending up in a mini-chase where his undeniable stamina inevitably leads him to catch you in his arms, stumbling a little from the momentum.
your laughter placates his 'fury'. a kiss on the corner of his mouth ends all plans of revenge he thought of.
you return back to his house in his convertible with the roof down, humming to the songs on your shared playlist.
just imagine him telling you that he's got a surprise planned. just imagine he leads you to the beach in the backyard of his home, picnic basket in hand. just imagine setting up to have a little, serene date with just the two of you, the sunset, and the crashing waves.
it's perfect, he thinks, perfectly content and satisfied when he feels your backside being pressed against his chest, wrapped in his arms as you feed him some fruits here and there. fruits that he cut up himself and sure they're a little rough and haphazardly shaped, sae's comforted by the fact that you very clearly don't mind. never ridiculing his clumsiness in all things outside soccer.
as you watch the ocean in silence, sae sinks a little more into your warmth every time, hugging you closer.
every time he comes onto these vacations, the revered soccer player is reminded of how calming life is when you just get to do nothing. but now he knows how memorable life is when you get to do nothing with the person you love.
as the stars emerge, your positions manoeuvre so that you're both lying down, your hands in his hair, the two of you bleeding so much love for each other under the inky sky. undisturbed in your little bubble of affection; as all lovers should be.
but then imagine the two of you then getting up to retreat back home, not wearing enough layers to protect yourselves from the winds for too long. before you could reach the house though, sae stops you with a gentle tug on your wrist, placing down the picnic basket as he takes out his phone.
imagine slow music playing out of his speakers as he takes your hand in his, gently pulling you towards him, ignoring the way his skin and heart burns from your touch. sae will never fully understand how you're able to fit against him as if you were perfectly moulded for one another. perhaps that's why he's content with letting you join him to his safe space, because it's only a safe space if you're there with him. that's what you've done to him since he fell in love.
this was your bewitching effect. you've seized him to the point that he is only what you want him to be, and if that was a lover who clumsily cuts fruits and takes you on beach vacations, he'll gladly fulfil that role.
so long as he continues to be able to hold you like this.
thank u for ur ask, anon :)) i hope i provided some substance to your idea bc i genuinely adored this as soon as i read ur ask! your mind >>>
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rin brain rot coming through bc i need to get this idea out there or else i might implode on myself
but like imagine rin getting all sulky bc reader won't give him get his goodnight kiss bc readers skincare hasn't fully soaked in yet so he's forced to wait like 15 minutes
and when reader is like half way asleep rin wakes them up asking for his gn kiss bc it's been 15 minutes 😭
and no he was not staring at the clock on the bedside table counting down the minutes. no he didn't. nope. (he absolutely did was counting down to the second)
CUTEST RIN BRAINROT EVER :((
rin being a creature of habit means that the slightest disruption to his normal routine causes the grumpiest rin to ever grump. this time, the disruption is you not giving him his goodnight kiss.
it’s a little action of affection that soothes him. he won’t feel calmed and ready to go to bed UNTIL the brush of your lips subliminally instruct him to.
he wakes up with a kiss then he sure will go to sleep with a kiss.
except you’re adamant, refusing to kiss him because it would ruin the shiny layers of skincare and the lip balm you just applied.
he grunts, leaning against the headboard of the bed with an upset pout. if it’s 15 minutes he needs to wait, then 15 minutes he will wait.
15 minutes later and you’re practically on the verge of sleep, and rin feels a twinge of guilt that settles in his gut before brushing it aside, concerns of disturbing your peace cast aside because you haven’t given him his.
placing a hand on the other side of your head, he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, then your eyelids, then a chaste one to your lips. eyes fluttering open at the sensation, you’re greeted with the sight of rin’s displeased expression.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, “why aren’t you going to bed?”
“it’s your fault,” he grumbles as if it’s the most obvious thing. “give me my goodnight kiss.”
you comprehend his demand with a laugh and rin looks away shyly. regardless, you grab his face to make him look back at you to place a kiss on his lips, one that has him melting into you in seconds. with a giggle, you separate, and rin’s scowl has been replaced with an expression of glee.
“happy?”
“very.”
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earthtooz · 1 year
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imagine skater!reader being late to class, and you're flying on your way to uni, managing to evade crowds and civilians on your way. that is, until a blurry figure with blond and blue hair suddenly turns the corner and you only have a split second to stop your board, causing you to fall onto your bottom, pain immediately shooting up your tailbone and hands from the impact.
before a 'sorry' can even muster on your tongue, a snarky voice interrupts you, all sympathy and guilt you had withering away. "hey, watch it next time. people are walking-"
when you look up to see who the victim of the accident was, all malicious curses he was about to spit at you fade away, and kaiser is left standing dumbfounded by how pretty you are.
scoffing, you stand up despite the pain, brushing any debris from your outfit. "sorry 'bout that, or whatever."
picking up your skateboard, you're about to set off again, until the stranger stops you again.
"what's your name?"
you look at him incredulously, not at all phased by the charming smirk he has plastered on that face of his. "what's it to you?"
"we should go on a date together."
"no thanks."
before kaiser can even mutter a word of his surprise, you're off again, the sound of wheels roughly rolling against concrete filling the air as you skate away, eventually disappearing from his view.
what an asshole. thank goodness you will never see him again.
it's to your dismay when a certain blond and blue-haired individuals walks through the doors of your seminar room.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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has anyone ever discussed braiding kaiser's hair???
he's got a mullet so there must be some strands of hair that are long enough to braid, so you kinda just do it absentmindedly one night, tying it together with a mini elastic band. when you try to take it out, kaiser's suddenly very defensive about it, wanting to keep it in for as long as possible.
it's almost adorable how dedicated he is to keeping it in, even going to sleep that night with it on. it's only a small plait, noticeable, but not dramatic.
he then asks you to re-plait it the next day, wearing it off to practice. he asks you to do this, again and again.
now before a match, kaiser demands it so that you go with him to the locker rooms to a) give him his good-luck kiss (not that he needs it), and to b) redo the little plait. if you're not there or you don't make it in time, he will absolutely storm up to you in the stands and make a whole ordeal out of it. moral of the story, just tag along everywhere with him before a game to avoid another fiasco.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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thinking about how rin used to hold a pillow to his chest when watching horror movies but now that he has you he holds you instead :(
pulls you real tightly against him so you couldn’t even leave if you wanted to, when he gets scared and wants to cover his eyes from a horrifying scene, he digs his head into your neck, hiding away like that. OR when you get scared, you turn your torso to bury yourself into rin’s chest, giving him the largest boost of serotonin because you find comfort and protection in him <3
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earthtooz · 1 year
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imagine this: you're itoshi rin's best friend and you have been since grade school, somehow enduring the period of his life when he pushed everyone away after his and sae's fallout.
you were the only one that didn't budge at his sudden coldness, stubborn and unrelenting against his metal walls that eventually melded to encompass you too. you're the only one he actively wonders about during his time at blue lock as well, thinking about whether you were okay or not during the time that he could spare.
you show up to the blue lock u20 match, sat in the spot reserved for family as you cheer for him until your throat hurts, shouting your heart out whenever rin holds the ball.
you ask him if he could hear you cheering for him after the match, he wraps you up in his jersey and nods. despite how hellish his night has been, it's been made a little better by seeing you.
for the two weeks he has off blue lock, rin intends to spend it all with you. the problem was, the second day that you're out and about, you just so happen to bump in to the rest of the blue lock players.
immediately, rin wants to drag you away, not wanting to dampen his holiday with these idiots, but bachira being bachira, invites you to hangout with them during the day. everybody can see how miserable their precious, star player is, grumbling and complaining under his breath whilst you try to at least comfort him. you're grabbing him by his arm to pull him towards something fascinating, you let him take the first sip or bite of whatever food you bought, and you always allow him to take the vacant spot beside you.
it's chigiri who truly is ballsy enough to ask why rin lingered with you rather than just going home if he was going to be so miserable.
his response is: 'wherever y/n strays, i follow'.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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hi hi just wanted to share smth I thought up
imagine chigiri who in middle school had a best friend who was also very fast and did track. They were the only one who could ever catch up with chigiri and thus they became best friends and their own sorta rivals.
Then suddenly fast track to chigiri's injury and now seeing their best friend who runs like wind and is now bitter af. He knows he shouldnt be bitter when they have been caring the whole time for him so he starts ignoring them.
some chigiri love will be shown on the earthtooz blog 2nite because i adore him and think he deserves the world.
i actually love this scenario, but just- oh my gosh, i want to add on to your thought with my own:
your 'relationship' with him is admittedly, one of your favourite ones, despite neither of you seeing much of each other during school. but you were known to be on the track team and chigiri for being the fasted sprinter on the soccer team.
and on the bleachers after practice, a friendship/friendly rivalry was born.
for two of the fastest people on their respective teams, your parents sure did not reciprocate that energy, taking their times picking you up from practice. thus, you would spend an unknown amount of time talking to him, bundled up in your sports tracksuits with your sports bag snug on your shoulder.
chigiri was pleasant company. a little stuck-up, sure, but fun to talk to nevertheless. you could tell he took great pride in being a fast runner, but as long as he had the skills to prove it, pride is something you can overlook. it was endearing. he still lost to you every time in a 100m sprint though.
you gave him tips one time. you'd never forgive yourself for helping chigiri almost beat you.
but you admire him for it. you admire his talent and his determination,
then suddenly, he's not at practice. he's not at school either. in fact, it's not a week later until you see him... with crutches and a boot. the look he gives you is empty and devoid of the usual friendliness he always shows you and he doesn't even make attempts of greeting you.
his mum picks him on time too.
you get the message that he doesn't want to talk to you. he doesn't make the effort to anymore, doesn't swing by your class during lunch time, doesn't say 'hi' to you before practice, and his coldness causes your heart to break in two.
people had always told you that distance makes the heart fonder. you found out yourself that the saying was as true as they make it sound, your heart jumping alive and filling you with unexplainable yearning. a feeling you later label as a crush. not that your crush on him could do much now.
you see him struggle in practices, witnessing the way the ball gets stolen off him- something that had never been done before, with such ease. he meets your gaze from where you were filling up your water and instantly glances away, ashamed.
the next time you hear of him after graduating middle school, he's on national television, going against the national u-20 soccer team, representing some... project called blue lock? you don't pay any mind to it though, sitting on the edge of your couch in anticipation. the world was watching chigiri hyoma- the prodigy you knew in middle school.
you panic a little when he gets subbed out and you're scrambling for your phone, searching for chigiri's contact. your old messages that were left on delivered appear, causing a subtle ache in your chest to manifest, but the first thing you send is an 'i'm watching the match. are you ok?'.
the next thing you send is a 'CONGRATULATIONS!' when his team wins.
you get a response an hour later, it's chigiri thanking you. his next text asks you to catch up over coffee. you agree as soon as the message is received.
one coffee 'date' turns into a day in harajuku. a walk together turns into visiting a local park and playing on the swing set, jokingly racing each other to each equipment and your feelings for him return full swing by the end of the two week break he has.
you spend his last day together. he tells you to keep an eye on him. that he'll become even better of a soccer player that either of you imagined in middle school. you make him keep the promise to you with a pinky promise. he agrees. you're satisfied.
and fast forward a few years, it's the night before the finals of the world cup and he's in your arms in the hotel room, self-care routine all done as you let him unwind with you in preparation for the big match tomorrow.
he tells you to watch him. that he'll bring home a medal for you. you make him pinky promise you. he agrees. he kisses your ring finger, where a precious gold band sits snugly, a reminder of his love and the years you have spent with the other.
thank u for ur ask !! sorry that i've been letting this one rot for a while but i've been waiting to get this one out since the day you sent it :D love the idea, thank u chaos!!
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earthtooz · 1 year
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i went to bed last night with one thought (bllk spoilers):
since reo worked under manshine for the neo-egoist league, prince's work out habits and routines have been engrained into his daily routine and his physique is constantly at top tier - even if he doesn't look particularly muscular or buff. he picks you up with little to no effort, has hard planes of muscle if you poke his stomach, and worst (best) of all, it is a challenge and a half if you want to escape his cuddles.
trying to get up in the morning is a well-thought out operation that ends up failing regardless because somehow, he has this sixth sense that tells him when you're leaving. his arms always find themselves back around your waist just as your foot touches the floor, pulling you right back to where you started except now, reo's awake and not willing to let up anytime soon. if he lies on top of you, don't think you're going anywhere until he does, he's too heavy to manually shove off anyways.
you can't even reject his cuddles either because he has the muscles to just drag you to the nearest comfortable surface. it doesn't matter how heavy you are, he still does it with practically no effort.
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earthtooz · 1 year
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i do a series of drabbles called 'earf's ideas that i'll never write' and it's basically all in the title - some ideas i would make a fic out of but don't have the time or motivation !
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002 : want a specific character?
sure! either use the tags below to see if i have any content for that character or search 'earf's [character name] rambles'.
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