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I can't move on, baby doll

Oliver Aiku x Reader

Aiku was always the same, even while his relationship with you. When you found out, it was no surprise but that unfortunately didn't make it hurt less.

Ever since you left him, his habits haven't changed but the way he feels while doing them have.

Nothing ever feels the same, your side of the cold when he has no one over– even when he does, there's still no difference.

He never thought he'd find himself scrolling through pictures of you, or you both together on nights he couldn't sleep. Your scent lingers on the corners of his house, he wouldn't have it another way. Your toothbrush still placed beside his on the cup, your towel still handing on the door to his bathroom.

He tried reaching out to you. Checking almost all your socials just incase you unblocked him. Calling you even when it reaches to voice mail.

He'd replay the sweet voice messages you sent him while he was away, talking about how your day was and just word vomit.

He would do anything to hear you talk his ear off again, have you kiss him goodmorning and goodnight again, sloppily make out with him even with his morning breath.

He'd kill to have you cover his feet while they were out and cold. Kill to have you skip over to him with a blanket and your favourite chips asking him if he wanted to watch Dance Moms.

His chest aches at the thought of you with someone else, having forgotten about him. He knows you would be happier, he knows the new person would treat you better but he can't help it, help himself.

He's done this to himself, now he has to drown in his pool of regret and longing cuz' he can't move on, baby doll.

[owarinaki]

Blue lock x Salon Beauty

Source

[carleycore]

Excuses

Pairing: Isagi x Reader

CW: none!!

You’re not stupid.

By now, you’ve memorized the names, faces, and quirks of most of the Blue Lock players. But no one—no one—finds as many creative ways to “accidentally” injure themselves as Isagi Yoichi.

“Oh no, I tripped during cooldown,” he says one day, holding his wrist like it’s broken.

“My shoulder feels weird after shooting today,” he mutters the next.

You scan him with professional detachment each time, and each time, you find… nothing. Maybe a bit of soreness, some tightness, a knot here or there, but nothing that warrants the frequency of his visits.

You’re a sports therapist, not an idiot.

Still, he keeps coming. And you keep letting him.

Tonight, it’s quiet. Most of the facility has wound down for the night. You’re finishing paperwork when the door creaks open and a familiar mess of black hair peeks in.

“Hey,” Isagi says casually, like it’s normal for him to show up after hours. “Got time?”

You glance at the clock. “Barely,” you lie. “What is it this time? Let me guess—you stubbed your toe?”

He has the decency to look sheepish. “Nah, it’s my back. Sort of stiff.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Uh-huh.”

Still, you gesture toward the treatment table. “Sit.”

He climbs up like it’s his throne, kicking his feet a little like a kid. You move behind him, your hands finding the curve of his shoulders through his training shirt. His muscles are taut—okay, maybe he’s not lying this time.

You press gently into the knots, slow and firm.

“You ever consider stretching?” you ask dryly.

“I stretch,” he protests.

“Not enough, apparently.”

He huffs a little laugh. “Maybe I just need better motivation.”

There’s a beat of silence, your hands still working across his back. You feel his breathing shift—shallower, like he’s holding something in.

Then, softly, he says, “Y/N.”

You pause. “Yeah?”

“…I don’t care about the pain,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted a reason to talk to you.”

You blink. Your hands stop moving.

“I—I mean, it’s not like I’m faking injuries or anything,” he rushes to explain. “I really do get sore, but I could’ve handled it. I just… I like being around you.”

You move to his side, folding your arms.

“So instead of being normal and, I don’t know, asking me to hang out, you decided to fake chronic injury?”

He winces. “When you say it like that, it sounds dumb.”

“It is dumb,” you say, but your voice is soft. You’re smiling, and he sees it—your eyes giving you away.

You reach for his hand. His eyes widen slightly.

“You don’t need excuses, Isagi,” you say. “Next time, just say you wanna talk.”

“…Would that work?”

You squeeze his hand. “Try me.”

His grin spreads slowly—awkward, nervous, genuine.

“Okay. Then after your shift… wanna grab tea with me in the lounge?”

You pretend to consider it. “Only if you promise not to fake another injury tomorrow.”

He holds up his hands like a pledge. “Swear on my shooting foot.”

You laugh. “Fine. But if you actually get hurt next time, I’m gonna assume you’re lying.”

He winks. “Guess I’ll have to stay healthy, then.”

[shoujoboi]

Rinsagi <3

[lycheejelli]

Do a significant amount of Black love and deepspace players main Xavier?? I’ve seen a certain trend on tiktok and it seems a lot of Black LADS players main Xavier.

If this is true I wonder why. As a Black woman Xavier main myself this is incredibly fascinating.

If I had to guess I’d think Sylus and Zayne would be the most popular amongst our specific demographic, but this is a pleasant surprise.

If there’s other Black Xavier mains or Black Xavier pushers (he’s not #1 but he’s still a fav) I’d love to hear from y’all.

And if you’re Black and aren’t Xav mains I’d love to hear who you main as well 🖤🖤💖

[rsventhesecondd]

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NAGI'S VILLAIN ARC I SUPPORT UNTIL THE ENDS OF THE EARTH.

His breaking point was Reo blocking him. Why was that his breaking point? Because Reo was the first person he met who took care of him and nagi equals taking care of someone = that someone is important. (Pretty sure)

And Reo blocking nagi means that nagi isn't important. To anyone not his parents, not to reo, not his friends.

ITS HORRIBLE. AND IF REO HIMSELF DID THAT THINKING 'nagi must hate me because I got him locked off—' I'LL BE THE NUMBER ONE REO HATER. REO KNOWS NAGI'S PARENTS ABANDONED HIM AND LEFT NAGI ALONE— THIS I SWEAR.

[kolyasz]

[kalithulium]

PLAYING ... INSIDE MY LOVE BY MINNIE RIPERTON

TWO PEOPLE, JUST MEETING...

at another event, MIKAGE REO'S gaze sets on you, across the room. he doesn't know quite why he feels so comfortable with you, but for once, he seems to let himself free from all weighing down on him.

it was the same cycle he had lived through many a time. on any given evening, he would get ready - this time in a white dress top, grey vest and matching trousers, with a black tie to finish it all off. then, he would lug himself into the back of a sleek, black rolls royce headed to another event which his parents had ever so relentlessly implored him to attend.

as soon as the door of that car opened, he would flash a manufactured smile which never failed to charm the masses; with his pearl white teeth slightly showing from his agape mouth, and the ends of his lips turnt upwards, just the right amount.

walking through the grandoise entrance of the building, he would always  make sure to greet all those he saw in attendance -  to do otherwise would be awfully poor manners in the book of formalities. repeating the same routine and making his rounds fot the night was tiring, but atleast now, he could sink into a back corner or room of the venue, with his pellucid glass of half-drank champagne in hand, and the saccharine scent that effervesed from it to accompany him.

with his back now pressed against a wall, and chin tilted up to take another sip, reo began to loose himself in thought. he had always been the top of his class, a model student, the best at piano - all that jazz. but now that he had conqured his one desire of winning the world cup, which could not be handed to him, or be bought by money, what was left for him?

really, it had been playing in his mind in recent days. in the midst of all that consumed his life, he felt that something was amiss in his soul, his mind or maybe his heart.

but in a quick moment, he had made eye contact with somebody across the room. you know; when you zone out, then focus back in to realise you've accidentally been staring a poor stranger down, as if they had slapped you, and then your mother? he had done just that.

gosh. now, he had no choice but than to make up for it in kindess. well, in all honesty, he quite well did have a choice. but something about you peaked reo's intrest, although he wasnt quite sure what.

maybe, it was the way the lavender fabric of the dress you wore tugged tight at your waist, then drapped freely over your hips, or the way that the meticulously beaded flowers on it refracted light with your every move. perhaps, it was the glisten of your pupils and the alabaster colour of your sclera that shone, illuminated by honeyed rays from the chandelier hung high above. 

what ever it was about you, drawing him closer; it had enamored him. the initial interaction only lasted for a brief moment, but that was all he needed.

reo flashed a smile at you in acknowledgement - a real one, nothing like the ones he showed to business partners, companies and conglomerates.

--

you had just been looking at your dress, pulling it ever so slightly down into place, when from the corner of your eye you saw a figure inching closer to you.

you had seen him just seconds ago - exchanged quick glances and all, but now he was no more that a few feet away from you. you could tell so, by the the unfamiliar scent of musk with hints of sandalwood that permeated through the air around you.

now, you had looked up. names played through your mind, trying to remember who it was, stood infront of you right now.

shunsaki sagami? no. kento yamazaki? no, no, no, it couldn't be. yes, that's right -

"mikage reo." spoke the man, extending his right hand out towards you. you slotted yours into his, noticing the softness of it, and the way his veins ever so slightly buldged from underneath his skin.

" [name] [last name]" you spoke in response, with a slight tone of query attatched to it. of course, now that your memory was jogged, you knew who he was ; the only son of the mikage corporation. the issue was, what business did he have with you? you knew of him, but wasn't like you actually, in all genuity knew him. didn't he have better things to be doing, like, you don't know... revolutionising modern technology? making another billion yen? playing football?

but what ever that he wanted, there was one thing you knew for sure : that man was fine as hell.

just look at him, for fuck's sake.  his muscular build became  overly apparent with a slight extension of his arm, as the sleeves of the white shirt he wore tightened around his biceps. it was clear as day that all those years of training at blue lock had payed off. alot. his eyes, too, were like amethysts; deep in colour and captivating in nature. if that was not enough,  then the strands of dark heliotrope hair framing the sides of his face and dusting against the porcelain surface of his cheeks, with the majority of it tied up behind into a small bun of sorts would surely be enough to send any young woman into a state of fluster.

that aside, the man hadn't really said much else to you. he simply rested his back against the wall, now parallel to you with about 2 ft separating you.

but you didn't mind. within the confines of this room, all was usually for profit. it was tiring for you, and you assumed by extention for reo too. to be surrounded by people who only ever wanted your approval, or riches. you hated it - the rotten mindset that all must be for gain. so now that somebody had come up to you, and well... just stayed it your orbit? without bother? you certainly were not against it.

such as yourself, he likely had little to no interest in being here, so you gave yourself the challenge: why not make this a little more enjoyable for the both of you?

you turned to face him, somehow causing your floral scent so waft just beneath his nose.

you slightly pursed the plump surface of your lips glossed faintly with pink in apprehension for a momement, then fixed them again to ask him "mikage, would you like to go outside?"

he turned, eyes now looking down on you from his taller height, then hummed a yes in agreement with your proposal.

inching closer into the night, the bustle of the party in full swing seemed to quiet down.

you walked down an arachaic pair of stairs that lead to the garden with him. it was strange, you thought. from all that you had heard, mikage was nothing in the likes of a reserved person, or this quiet in nature.

but you had long had an eye for things like this; the truth of people's character. although certainly a social individual, it was painstakingly clear to you that he over exerted himself far too often in persuit of perfection. things like that never work out well; any human being is surely bound to reach their wits ends one day. and for reo, that day was today.

the heel of your shoe crunched wisps of verdant grass spouting from the ground, as you walked under a tall hedge that had been shaped into an arch.

reo let out a small breath, soaking in the smell of hydrangeas, hibiscus and calla lillies consuming the meters of grass ahead of you. the moon casted a filter of prussian blue illuminance obscuring, or maybe even enhancing the colour of all beneath it.

the two of you walked without much word, until coming across a  medium sized gazebo. from the rust that formed at some it's sides, you could tell that it had surely had its deuces with the force of time. but otherwise, its metal frame was wrapped in a deep black colour and twined around itself in spirals, as if to mimick the natural order of plants.

now both sat on a bench inside of it, the hem of your dress dusted the bottom of the floor, tinged with a thin layer of dirt.

"it must be alot." you spoke, reo now turning to look at you with a face slightly tinged with confusion.

"you know. between the mikage corporation, football, formalities and all the like. people crumble under pressure, whether they have stakes in tesla and own a share of Apple, or not." you explained in a joking tone.

he let out a light chuckle and god, that was the first time in a while.

"i... really appreciate that." he spoke. although he hadn't said it, he felt it deeply - it was nice to know that somebody could, or atleast wanted to understand.

but reo, right now, almost felt... guilty? his mind wouldn't allow him to completely rest. what was he doing, allowing himself to sink into the comfort of a stranger like this? he was mikage reo, perfectly perfect - in all ways.

but you made it so inexplicably, so inconceivably impossible to fight that feeling. he didn't know what it was, but something about you and the atmosphere you brought gave him a moment of respite.

for the third time that night, you looked into each others eyes once again. your sights settled on the softness of his lips, then back at his eyes.

it was a risky move to make indeed, but you took the chance. one hand pressed down on the bench to support your weight as you leaned over to him. you brushed his silken hair out of the way, cupped the right side of his face and planted a kiss on his lips for a few seconds, before slowly parting.

his cheeks flushed a light pink colour, and he prayed to dear god that under the stygian sky, you couldn't see it.

in that very moment, the light breeze of the cold night air that brushed over you didn't matter. the distant, yet close buzz of the party in the hall you had come from didn't matter; nor the rustle of insects in the flowers surrounding you.

it felt as though the only thing that mattered in the world was that you were two strangers, just meeting yet alas, it felt otherwise. it was as if you could see inside of him, and he could see inside of you.

TWO SPIRITS GREETING, TRYING TO CARRY IT FURTHER...

[kaedepan]

[owarinaki]

Blue Lock Anime exhibition

[pastel-soft-grunge-kitty]

Ｌｏｒｄｅ 🪴☁️🌞🌸

[lazysublimeengineer]

Bachira and Rin: A Brief Yet Fateful Encounter

Before I was in deep with the Nanarin ship, I remembered back then of how I was besotted with the Bachirin ship.

It's the second ship from the franchise back then that made me intrigued and dare I say it fully invested at.

When we met Bachira, he was presented as a cheerful yet strange person. He immediately took a liking to Isagi and befriended him on the spot, talking about how he followed his monster's voices and how it was interested in Isagi's character. It's fairly amusing to see especially Isagi having that big confounded look on his eyes because of his weirdness but accepted it later on even if he doesn't really understand it.

It was a stark contrast to Rin's character when he was presented for the the first time. Everybody was in awe of him yet intimidated by his closed off and misanthropic personality.

Things get interesting during the second selection when Isagi failed to win against their team and Bachira was taken away from him.

Now it came to a point that their interactions caught my attention no matter how brief it was.

They were polar opposites with each other. Yet at the same time it's like looking at the reversed image of one another in the mirror.

For all the bubbly persona that Bachira presented outwardly, it was Rin who immediately caught on what he is hiding beneath those smiles of his.

He quickly pointed out of how lukewarm his ego was, always searching for someone to play along with him and listen to what his monster saying instead of listening to himself.

However, it was Bachira's reaction that really intrigued me the most. Instead of being offended by it, he just looks genuinely surprised as if Rin had made an epiphany on behalf of himself.

I guess it was one of the most in point and memorable interaction in the franchise that stuck to me the most.

Seems to me that Rin was talking from experience because from what we can surmise there is that maybe he saw himself in Bachira back then when he was playing for someone.

And that was his brother before everything went to shit.

Additionally, I fairly love their interaction together. It's natural. The playfulness of Bachira balances out Rin's serious and deadpan expression most of the time.

What can I say?

I just missed their interaction together. The match between Barcha and PxG wasn't shown in the manga which is a great loss considering that we might have gotten some interesting moments between before, during and after the match.

[reyyyi]

OMFG CHAT WE FINALLY GOT A CLIP OF MICHAEL KAISER IM CRASHING OUTBAJAHSHSJSHEJSJDNNDJD

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