#blue lock spoilers 234

[pashminalamb]

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lorenzo is rin 2.0 and aiku looks like the dad trying to contain isagi

Lorenzo calls isagi oni san (ghost)

translation for this panel (literally cause ik the english translation isn't on point, it never is) Taa - ghost, I caught/ captured you, ok?

[boinin]

barou is everywhere now, he officially became isagi

I was just about to post my thoughts on that, so good timing bahaha

when I saw this i was GOBSMACKED. these two really share a braincell at this point

but there's no way the match could end like this, or this soon. right??

all while refreshing rayuga's page like crazy

you know what this reminds me of?

a kid copying someone they have a massive crush on

may i present: evidence piece #4365 for the barosagi agenda, please and thank you

[firemedicdiaz]

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#5

Has this been done yet?

234 notes • Posted 2021-06-15 03:33:27 GMT

#4

“Take a deep breath, it should help slow your heart rate.” + Buck x Reader ❤️ Maybe they’re having a panic attack due to having a stressful day

            Work was dreadful.

            You had too much on your plate. You had a hundred things to do and only so many hours a day in which to do them. It didn’t help that you were badly understaffed, too, so you were doing more than twice the work you usually did. It had been going on for far too long already, there was no end in sight, and you were completely burnt out.

            The tears of frustration welled up as you made the trip over to Buck’s place for the evening, and they spilled over as you climbed the stairs to his apartment. Your chest heaved with the exertion and your growing anxiety and you paused outside Buck’s door, your keys halfway to the lock, considering heading right back downstairs so you didn’t have to expose Buck to the panic attack you could already feel bearing down on you.

            Before you could so much as convince yourself to turn around, you heard the deadbolt in the door click and watched the door swing inward, spilling a sliver of light into the hallway before Buck appeared in the newly-created space, blocking it out once again. He smiled brightly, but his expression quickly turned concerned as he noticed the tears in your eyes and the subtle trembling you’d only just begun to feel in your body.

            “Hey, c’mere,” he said softly, reaching for your hand and gently guiding you inside, shutting out the rest of the world behind you. “What’s going on?”

            You allowed yourself to be pulled into his embrace. The warmth and comfort of his arms around you shattered what little hold you had left on your emotions and you broke down, sobbing into his chest, streaking his shirt with tears as you succumbed to the throes of a full-blown panic attack. Your breathing faltered and you made a strangled gasping noise that set Buck on high alert.

            “Okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” he reassured you, pulling away just enough that he could start leading you toward the couch without the two of you tripping over one another. You shuffled along blindly, clinging to Buck desperately, not wanting to lose hold, to be left alone. He seemed to understand if the way he kept a protective arm around your shoulders was any indication.

            You inhaled sharply when your knee bumped the couch, not even having noticed where you were in your panic. You were grateful for its presence, though, as your legs gave out and you sank heavily into the cushions. Your chest ached fiercely as you fought for every short, inadequate breath and you clutched at your sweater like loosening it might make the act of trying to breathe a little easier in some way.

            “Look at me, hey, it’s okay, I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

            Buck’s words barely penetrated the thick fog of anxiety swirling around you, but his bright blue eyes stood out in the lamplight, giving you something to hold onto.

            “C-can’t b-breathe,” you gasped.

            “I know, sweetheart, I know,” Buck said with a nod, his voice soft but firm as he sank down beside you and reached up to gently clasp your shoulders. “Just keep looking at me, alright? You’re having a panic attack, but I’ve got you. We’ll get you through this. Just try to focus on me, on my voice, okay? Focus and try to slow down a little.”

            It was almost impossible, but you tried your best. You closed your eyes and listened to him murmur soft reassurances, coaxing you to ground yourself and come down from the adrenaline a bit. You couldn’t see what he was doing, choosing to stare into the inky blackness behind your eyelids instead as you tried to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth the way you always did when you were panicking, but you could feel his touch on your body. His one hand stayed on your shoulder, anchoring you, as his other slipped down to your wrist. His fingers wrapped around it and you could feel your pulse reverberating against his touch, racing and pounding. It was no wonder your chest felt tight considering what your heart was doing.

            “Good, you’re so good,” Buck said encouragingly as he watched your inhalations begin to deepen a little as the seconds ticked by. “Keep it up, just like that.”

            A minute went by, then two, then three. Eventually, your muscles loosened up a little and you felt the knot in your chest start to give way, allowing you to gain some control over your breathing. You opened your eyes in time to see Buck smile encouragingly as he watched you relax just a bit.

            “Okay, good, keep going,” he coaxed. “Take a deep breath, it should help slow your heart rate. You’ll be feeling better in no time.”

            You watched him as he took a slow, deep, exaggerated breath of his own for you to follow. He never once let go of your wrist as you slowly managed to expand your lungs more and more. You could feel your pulse slowing down and beating less forcefully beneath his fingers as you finally managed to draw in enough oxygen to calm the anxious tide within.

            “There we go. You’ve got this. Feeling a little better?”

            You nodded, sagging back against the couch cushions and feeling heat fill your cheeks. You hated breaking down in front of anyone, even Buck, and the crash in the aftermath of the adrenaline was a breeding ground for self-deprecating thoughts and feelings of inadequacy. Buck understood, though, both from his own experience with panic attacks and from watching you go through them, and he wasn’t going to let you go there.

            “Come here,” Buck said softly, releasing your wrist at long last and wrapping his fingers around your hand instead, tugging you gently toward himself.

            You relented easily, too tired to fight, and curled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. This time, the embrace was less a lifeline and more a comfort, like the kiss of warm water on your skin after a chilly day, or the caress of sunshine on your face after a night of wind and rain. Buck was everything that was right in the world. He was warmth, he was salvation, he was love, he was home.

            More than anything, Buck was your heart and soul, and as you pressed your face into his neck, inhaling his warm, comforting scent, you thanked the fates that had brought the two of you together.

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272 notes • Posted 2021-06-04 03:43:45 GMT

#3

Something in which reader gets hurt or sick but it’s kind of touch and go for a bit. So once’s she’s home recovering she wakes up from a nap to find Eddie stething her to reassure himself that she really was still okay while she slept. Maybe with the heartbeat prompt #10...?

            It was late at night as you drove home, a blinding rain making the visibility extremely poor. The only saving grace was that the road you were on was practically deserted - it was the only reason you didn’t stop and wait it out. Creeping ahead slowly, you craned your head over the steering wheel to make sure nothing was obscuring the road directly ahead of you as you drove.

            Suddenly, you were surrounded by a tremendous noise. Creaking metal and shattering glass echoed around you, cutting off the sound of your own screams as the car rolled down the embankment, throwing you around like a ragdoll even though you were strapped in. It felt like it went on forever, the dizzying spin, but soon things fell silent again. You cried out in agony as you tried to move, rain pelting your skin through the broken windshield, the steering column pressing heavily into your chest.

            You tossed and turned as the nightmare raged on, the visuals in your head as vivid as the incident itself had been. Your chest felt tight, your breathing a little too fast, too shallow, and you woke up with a start. Though the flashbacks faded into the distance as consciousness returned, the pressure on your chest lightened but did not disappear all together. Your doctor had warned you that you might feel some tightness as you healed in the wake of your fractured ribs and bruised tissues, but the pressure felt different than what you’d come to know over the course of the two weeks you’d spent in the hospital.

            Slowly opening your eyes, you were startled to find Eddie hovering over you. You blinked away the blurry cast to your vision and focused your gaze on him, realizing he had his stethoscope on and was pressing it to your chest. His touch was gentle, but the weight of his hand was no doubt what had pulled you out of your slumber.

            “What’re you doing?” You mumbled sleepily.

            “Shh, I’m trying to listen to your heart,” he explained softly.

            You hummed quietly and relaxed again at his words, unfazed. You were used to being poked, prodded, and examined after your stay in the hospital, and you trusted Eddie. If he wanted to listen to your heart, you weren’t going to protest.

            Eddie carefully moved the stethoscope every once in a while, resting it back against your skin with the utmost care so as not to aggravate the bruising on your chest. You dozed a little as he listened closely, waking again only when you finally felt him pull away to set the stethoscope aside. You tipped your head to the side a little, regarding him through half-lidded eyes, a bit fuzzy around the edges from the painkillers.

            “Am I gonna make it?” You asked teasingly.

            Eddie chuckled softly, but even in your haze you didn’t miss the flicker of hurt in his eyes. You reached out, groping sightlessly for his hand as he met your gaze. He slipped his hand into your grip and you squeezed his fingers clumsily, bringing his hand up to brush a kiss across his knuckles.

            “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

            Eddie shook his head, shifting closer so he could press a kiss to your forehead.

            “You have nothing to apologize for,” he assured you. “I’m just glad you’re finally out of the woods. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

            You tipped your head to nuzzle into his neck, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne. You shifted the hand you had gripping his, exposing your wrist, wordlessly encouraging him to wrap his fingers around it like you knew was his wont to do when he needed reassurance. As you’d predicted, Eddie’s fingertips found your pulse point easily. You could feel your pulse reverberating against his touch.

            “I’m okay,” you promised softly. “I’m going to heal up just fine, and until I do, you can do whatever you want to do to know that I’m just fine.”

            Eddie smiled at your words, shifting carefully so he could wrap an arm around you without ever letting go of your wrist. You winced a little as your broken ribs ached fiercely in protest, but quickly settled comfortably into his embrace.

            You laid ensconced in Eddie’s warmth, strength, and comfort for a while, your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to feel your pulse. It slowed over time as you grew sleepier and more relaxed, and Eddie murmured soft encouragements for you to get some more rest before dinner. The pain medication was admittedly drawing you closer and closer to sleep with every passing moment and eventually you felt yourself succumbing to it.

            “I love you,” you murmured softly as your breathing evened out and you dozed off.

            “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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274 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 00:14:32 GMT

#2

You know what got my goat more than anything in that episode?

If Eddie was acting as a best friend when he made the decision to name Buck Christopher’s legal guardian if something were to happen to him, it should have been an easy conversation to have.  Like “hey, so, I’m realizing that I could die one day in this line of work, and my kid needs to be taken care of.  You’re his favorite person besides me in this world and I would love it if you could be that for him.  Is that cool?”

If Eddie was pining after Buck already, perhaps even unconsciously, that would have made it a whole other story.  The unrequited love.  Eddie is feeling things that he can’t confront, maybe doesn’t even really understand, and he doesn’t know how to talk to Buck because on the off chance that Buck shows any sign of not understanding, not feeling the same way, he’ll shatter.  Eddie can’t have the conversation because he wants to have it as a lover, a partner, and he doesn’t know if he can ever have that with Buck.

I always, always thought Buck would be the one pining first.

I never expected it to be Eddie.

297 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 01:56:41 GMT

#1

Buck: you make my heart skip a beat.

Eddie: that's a cardiac arrhythmia and it can kill you.

314 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 22:56:35 GMT

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[boinin]

We're confirmed to be in the end game folks. As for the missing step... who could it be?

Raichi?

Yukimiya??

...Igaguri???

[boinin]

some things I noticed about this week's chapter

1. they juxtapose Kaiser and Isagi's eyes. Possibly teasing Isagi unlocking predator eye.

There's one redditor who's theorising that bc a lot of panels show just one of Isagi's eyes throughout this match, it'll lead to him yielding both MV and PE at the same time, similar to Aiku having two kinds of vision. idk about that, but here for pretty catboi eyes

2. hiori's a hazard now his ego is awakening. poor nicco and abdi didn't stand a chance. it's nice to see a competent dribbler in action

3. there's a callback to chapter 225, where Yukimiya's pass ended Isagi's scoring prospects. in this chapter, Hiori knows exactly what kind of passes to send Isagi's way... and he's bloody delighted by it

4. this one isn't important. I just want to highlight the prettiest boys sharing a panel /s More failguy Sendou ❤️ As yuki would probably say, God loves a trier 🍣

[boinin]

My son! *pats head*

He made a cameo this week, talk about progress.