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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

summary: in which someone flirts with them, but they're only looking at you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this one's shorter than the one before but still, go wild my loves <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐘 who values you very much. is the type to be very secure in the relationship; doesn't like any unnecessary drama and is definitely ready to move onto the next stage. wouldn't really care about the other person but will not tolerate having his boundaries crossed. especially when it's clear that he's yours and yours only.

isagi, yukimiya, bachira, nagi.

his eyes are on his phone, feet tapping against the tiles of the cafe. it's a hole in the wall that he's used to frequenting with you, so much that the staff know your orders by heart. the line is short, seats mostly empty, as the rush hour has passed. the rain is pouring against the window beside him, and he taps his finger on the table to their rhythm.

tilting his head, his eyes find you in the middle of the line. you're focused on the menu, your bottom lip between your teeth as you scan the list of food and beverages. it makes him smile, chuckling under his breath because he knows you'll end up getting what you usually do. he gets onto his feet, wallet in hand, when you're finally set to order.

"hi. good morning, how are you?" your sweet voice tickles his ear as he approaches, his heart warm and sated as you go through your usual routine.

"hey." he presses a kiss to your head, wrapping a hand around your waist. his lips trail down, stopping at your cheek, a smile pressed against the skin as he hears you giggle. "what's taking so long?"

the cashier smiles, amused at the sight. "mornin' i'm great. how about you two lovebirds?"

"we're good," he answers for you both, an easy-going expression on his face. he looks down, scrunching his nose at you while you giggle at his answer. "just waiting for this angel to finish ordering."

"we'll have matcha latte, caramel macchiato, and a blueberry cheesecake please. the usual." he tilts his head, looking for your confirmation. he smiles proudly, chest puffing when you nod your head.

"i'll pay," you say as you show your card to the cashier, smiling at her. he chuckles, letting you take the bill this time. "how much will it be?"

the drinks are out in a second, the green and brown a contrast against each other. there are two pairs of utensils on the plate, and he thanks the staff for their work, taking the tray into his hand. "i'll take these to our table first, okay?" he looks over his shoulder, a gentle look in his eye as he processes just how... domestic this all feels.

"yeah, i'll be there in a minute. i need to go to the bathroom." you smile at the cashier one last time, tucking your purse into your bag. you glare playfully, poking your tongue at him. "don't you dare finish the cheesecake before i'm back."

he pokes his tongue back, a laugh breaking loose from his chest. "no promises."

he sits back down, placing the food on the table as he goes back to drumming his fingers. the rain doesn't look as if it'll be stopping any time soon, wind combining with water to shower the earth clean. he looks at his watch, mentally thinking about making dinner later with you. a smile grows at the thought.

there's a shadow in the corner of his eye that he assumes is you. he smiles, ready to lean over and press a kiss, only to stop when his eyes meet a stranger instead. "sorry." he backs away, a furrow in his eyebrow as he looks around, searching for you. "you've got the wrong table."

"no. it's okay. i've definitely got the right table." the stranger lays it thick with a high-pitched tone, and fluttering eyelashes. "hi, handsome. here's my number."

he watches as she slips a piece of paper onto the table, confusion blending into annoyance when she leans over to take his hand. "look," he says with a frown, pushing his hands into his pockets. he's very obviously looking in the direction you went off in. "you've got the wrong table and i'm already with someone."

"ah but i don't see this someone?" the smile on her face is pushing at his limits. his jaw ticks when she moves to sit beside him. "c'mon, handsome. give me a chance."

the bathroom door by the end opens with a creak, and his head snaps at the sound. before she has time to reach over once again, he's quick to swerve away to your side. you're already eyeing the girl at your table with curiosity, your head tilted in question. "hey, who's that? one of your frien-"

he doesn't let you finish. he's quick to reach for your waist, tugging you into a kiss with a hand cupping your cheek. all negative feelings drain from his limbs, turning him into a puddle of love as you thread your fingers into his hair.

"as much as i love your kisses," you say with a gasp of breath as you look up into his eyes, finding love looking back at you through the orbs. "that was a bit sudden. did something happen?"

"not at all." he shakes his head, nuzzling into your nose. his hands are on the side of your neck, lovingly stroking the skin. "not now that you're here."

you look back at your table, seeing it empty, and the girl from before nowhere in sight.

"shall we enjoy our drinks?" he pushes you with the hand he has on your waist. he sits down first before pulling you to sit right beside him, your hands intertwined under the table. "can't wait to eat dinner with you later."

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. he won't say no to playful flirting since it feeds his ego but will only respond if you're somewhere near or in his field of vision. he won't give the other person any of his attention if you aren't. will think it's funny that they're trying their best but will either shoot them down in a way that crushes their pride or brush them off as if they don't exist.

reo, aiku, karasu, kaiser.

the bass is thrumming against his skull, a tune that doesn't fit the mall's calm and serene energy. he's sitting on one of those plush sofas in a clothing store outlet, tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waits for you to finish changing. he feels the warning glare the manager's sending, and he snorts as if trying to go into the dressing room with you is a crime. he would be so much more satisfied with you between four cramped walls than in the wide space where people are obviously gawking at him.

"excuse me." someone calls his name timidly, and he cocks his head towards them, wanting to see where this goes. they send him a smile, one that's too teethy and falsely sweet but hey he can't fault them for not flashing his favorite smile; they aren't you after all.

"yes?" his reply is short and blunt, but he sighs when the girl flinches away. you've always said that his resting face looked too mean. he chuckles at the thought.

shaking himself out of his daydream, he shows his best smile. he leans back, arm stretched out against the back of the couch as he adjusts his pose, manspreading. a peacock, you'd once muse when he first did it in front of you. he watches with thinly veiled boredom in his eyes, a juxtaposition to the sickeningly sweet smile on his lips. "can i help you with something?"

the girl flushes, biting her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. being coy, he realizes with an amused scoff.

"sorry to bother you. it's just- you looked so bored. i thought i could entertain you."

his eyebrow quirks at the word entertain, tilting his head in mock curiosity. "and how would you do that, hm?" he takes her in, taking in her choice of clothing and hairstyle. cute he'd give that much to her. nothing like you, though. she couldn't compare.

he realizes belatedly that the once over was seen differently than what he meant for it to come across. amusement flickers in his eyes when she flushes a bright red, fidgeting on her spot. "you do this often?" he tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, trying to gauge her reaction. "flirting with random strangers in the mall of a hobby, eh?"

"just the handsome ones," she says with a giggle. he watches as she points a finger to the row of clothes, her interest clear as day. "how about we look around? buy some clothes or jewelry so we match."

he chuckles, shaking his head at the thought. he can't wait to tell you about this. right on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, and you step out. his breath gets stuck in his throat, his eyes widening, and a grin making its way to his lips.

the black dress you have on is nothing short of stunning. it tapers off to your knees, the material hugging your curves. he sends you an eager look, one which you giggle at. you turn, showing him the back of the dress, keeping eye contact as you do. his mouth falls and thoughts short circuit as his eyes rake down your bare back, stopping just before your bum.

oh the things he'll do to you in that dress. no wonder the manager was so adamant on not letting him join in on the fun.

"nah," he says distractedly at the girl still waiting for his response. he sends you a wink and a flirty smile, mouthing one moment, before turning back to her. "see that gorgeous specimen right there? yeah i'm hers."

"she and i, we match." his eyes are filled with mischief as he tugs his shirt down, showing off the collection of marks you left on him last night. the skin around his collarbone is red, purple, and bruised. littered with love bites. a symbol of your love he thinks smugly. "see?"

there's pride blooming in his chest, a smug smile forming on his face the moment her eyes widen and the color drains from her face. "i'm not interested in anyone who's not her. so scram." he's quick to wave her away, skipping over to tug you back into the fitting room, this time with him in it.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐄, the type to literally not care at all. will not give them time of day and will appear hostile if necessary. but he'll mostly just look at them, expressionless with dead eyes.

sae, rin, kunigami

there are so many options to choose from, he frowns, glaring at the row of refrigerators stacked next to each other as if they've done something wrong. the supermarket is relatively busy, customers ranging from middle schoolers to elderly. he's in the drink section, passing one fridge to another, looking for your favorite drink from outside the glass, his frowning reflection looking back at him.

you're somewhere in the dairy section, picking out pints of ice cream, and who knows what else. he checks his phone, checking for any new messages from you. i'll head over soon, after i find the popcorn, it reads along with multiple hearts and photos of you smiling beside the ice cream. he shakes his head, tapping a finger against the screen to save the photos.

he pockets his phone, ready to move on to the next isle when he bumps into someone. he huffs, his eyes looking at the girl that's staring right back at him.

"really?" she says with a flirty giggle after she gets a clear look at his face. he remains stoic, hands in his pocket, even as she nudges him on the shoulder as if a longtime friend. "you're handsome but if you don't say sorry when you bump into someone, they'll lose interest. but maybe that's your charm."

he moves to slight past her, not at all caring about her presence, but before he knows it, she's stuck a hand into his back pocket, sending a kiss playfully before bounding over somewhere he doesn't give a damn about. the frown on his lips deepens, but before he has the chance to look into his pocket, you pop up right beside him.

"hey, i can't find the drinks but i've got everything else." he hears you say as you show him your basket full of things, smiling up at him. there are all kinds of things in the basket, ranging from chocolate, popcorn, ice cream, sausages, and many more. tonight is monthly movie night and he tries to shake off the weird encounter from his mind, not wanting to dampen the mood.

he smiles back, leaning down to take the basket from you. the hoodie you have on is his, and it dwarves you. the hem reaches your knees, and he can't see your hands which makes him chuckle all the while more. you told him that you were cold, he knows it's just another excuse to wear his hoodie.

"let's go home." he ruffles a hand through your hair, affection getting the best of him, before taking your hand with his other.

he drops the basket on the self-checkout counter, and helps you scan all the necessary items. he eyes the chupa-chups by the counter and grabs two, strawberry and cola, scanning both and handing them for you to choose. he chuckles when you brighten, choosing the strawberry for yourself.

"i'll take the bags." he takes both bags into his left hand, the other placing itself on your back. he leads you out, shaking his head in amusement when he feels you slip your hand into his back pocket.

"hey what's this?" the tone of your voice has him frowning. "i didn't know you smoke. it's bad for you, ya know?"

looking down at the cigarette in your hand, he eyes the scribble of numbers surrounding the stick. ah that's what she slipped in, he sighs. taking the cigarette from you, he's quick to throw it to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

"i don't," he chuckles at the look of disbelief on your face. leaning in, he plucks the candy from your mouth, pressing a kiss and pushing his tongue in. you taste sweet from the candy he notes, you smell like ice cream too. he's quick to pull back, chuckling when he realizes just how flustered you've become.

"i prefer sweets," he says with a smug smile before popping the candy into his own mouth.

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escapenightmare · 9 months

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blue lock when you ignore them.

isagi reaches out to place a hand on yours, mumbling, “baby, are you mad at me?” as he gently rubs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles with a concerned furrow to his eyebrows. when you don't reply, he unconsciously juts out his bottom lip just a little bit in a worried pout, “c'mon honey, don't ignore me.”

nagi doesn't care, he just clings onto you tightly, pulling you to lie on top of him on the couch as he sleepily nuzzles against the crook of your neck before deciding to settle with his forehead against your shoulder. “lemme sleep, pretty,” he murmurs tiredly, placing lazy kisses on your skin. “don't ignore me when i wake up.”

michael lays down with his head in your lap, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. “mein liebchen,” he all but whines, “pay attention to me.” when you don't reply he maintains eye contact with you as he takes one of your hands in his and brings it up to his mouth, peppering teasing kisses from your finger tips all the way to your wrists, doing anything he could to get a reaction out of you.

bachira sits on your lap with a contagious grin and presses kisses all over your face, trying to get you to cave. “this is fun,” he giggles as he places his hands on either of your cheeks and squishes your face— not enough to make you annoyed, but enough to make your lips pucker slightly. he giggles even more at the sight and brushes his nose against yours, “babe… you're so pretty”

rin glares at you, frowning. “you really want to do this?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. when you don't reply, he places a hand on your shoulder, rolling his eyes, “come on, we both know you can only do this for so long.” he sighs, almost dramatically, before using the hand on your shoulder to gently pull you back towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist as he huffs, “fine. be like that then.”

reo is dramatic for no reason whatsoever. he grabs your hands and holds them tenderly, looking heart broken and overcome with sadness as he asks, “do you not love me anymore, baby?” his eyes look as if they're almost tearing up, but all he wants to do is press your buttons up to the point where you have to acknowledge him, even if it's just so you can tell him to shut up.

sae stares at you from across the room with narrowed eyes, unimpressed. “so, how long are you planning on doing this?” he asks in a deadpan voice, folding his arms across his chest as he stares you down. when you don't reply he rolls his eyes but his demeanor only lasts for maximum twenty minutes because the next thing you know, he's wrapping his arms around you from the back and placing his chin on your shoulder.

oliver grins at you, shaking his head with a chuckle, “you're really gonna try to ignore me, baby?” he laughs at your silence, almost teasingly continuing to trace a finger in circles on your hip, grin still on his face as he leans in tantalizingly close. “you can do this all day baby, but i'm not going to give up just yet either.”

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porcalinecunt · 8 months

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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

→ breeding headcanons with blue lock boys (●´ω｀●)

🎧 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐀𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

♟️𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐜𝐰 — lots of breeding (duh!). reader is afab. overstimulation. rough sex. impregnation. praise kink. size kink. dumbification. cervix fucking (?).

a/n » currently down horrendous for some of the older men in blue lock and i couldn’t help myself at all. not too proud of this one, but i had sm fun writing this nonetheless! anyways, enjoy 🤍

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

�� Could never turn down the idea, maybe gets a bit too into it once he’s balls deep. “No more..i can’t..” you croaked out, and he still showed no sign of stopping. His fingertips implanted into your thighs, surely enough to leave bruises. Despite your legs trying to snap shut, his iron grip kept them apart while he continued to fuck away like an animal. “Kaiser!—“ you pleaded, only to feel a harsh slap on your inner thigh before he slowed down, but his thrusts were sudden and stretched you deeper then you could’ve imagined. A slight twitch indicated he was close, burying his cock deeper and deeper till you practically could feel the bulge in your womb.

“I know baby, i know..just wait a little more, you can do that f’me? hm?”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

↳ He always gets what he wants. Always. You clutched the pillow close to your body as you were rocked upwards and muffling out your high pitched mewls, until Sae pulled your hair till your head was back onto his shoulder. “No no, i wanna hear you..” he whispered in your ear, letting you go as he picked up his pace. The feeling of his dick rapidly dragging itself against your walls and inching closer and closer to your cervix drove you beyond stupid. As you babbled incoherent nonsense, Sae groaned at what he was looking at. Your knees buckled and instinctively bringing your knees up to your chest in a fetal position, as he places you in a headlock to keep you still. Distorted giggles and louder moans filled his ears and all the way to his dick.

“Look how good your taking it love. All for me, yeah?”

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐈

↳ A fucking animal when it comes to breeding his s/o. Has you almost bent in half, your legs wide open while he practically jackhammers you like a rabbit in heat. You can’t even moan, only cut off yelps are forced out of your throat. Your caged between his arms, only looking into his lust blown eyes, staring back down at you like your his final meal. Your orgasm reaching closer and closer and he showed no sign of pulling out. “I-Inside..! Pleaase!” you could only wail as Shidou grabbed your hips and was basically pulling you onto his cock. The only thing on his mind was filling you till you were pump and pregnant with his child, his beautiful spouse carrying his baby only drove him over the edge.

“So pretty, so fuckin’ good f’me..can’t get enough of you sweets.”

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

↳ That man is a sucker for breeding, whether it gets you pregnant or not. Even better when he could feel your body become more and more weaker as your orgasm closed in on you, allowing him to take control and fuck you dumb onto his cock like a doll. He watched your eyes focus on the bulge in your womb disappear and reappear as his pace quickens till the skin slapping overshadowed your sobs and whines for release. He could cum easily just by staring at you, his dollie starstruck and just in awe from how good their boyfriend’s dick felt deep in them, only getting better by the thought of Oliver stuffing his seed deep into their pussy. Claiming it as his and his only.

“Beg. Beg for it doll, tell me how much you want it. I need to hear it baby, please..”

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

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merlucide · 1 month

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Incorrect quote pt2

Y/N: We have to find my darling husband! I’m so worried about him..!

Friend: seriously, what do you see in that guy?

Y/N: He makes me laugh.

This applies to:

(JJK) GOJO, itadori, inumaki,

(MHA) KAMINARI, MONOMA,

(KNY) SANEMI, INOSUKE,

(HQ) OIKAWA, KYOTANI, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, tsukishima, LEV, kenma, SUNA, ATSUMU, SAKUSA, HOSHIUMI

(BLLK) BACHIRA, isagi, RAICHI, nagi, RIN, SHIDOU, otoya, SENDOU, OLIVER, KAISER, CHARLES

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suashii · 11 months

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୨♡୧ SMILE FOR THE CAMERA — be a doll and give them something to remember you by while they're away.

featuring. itoshi rin, oliver aiku, shidou ryusei.

warnings. f!reader, nudes, consensual filming and photo taking, cunnilingus, blowjob, hair pulling, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart) one little bite, some overstimulation. all characters written 18+.

₊˚ପ⊹ ITOSHI RIN

rin is settling in his seat on the plane when his phone buzzes in his pocket. it’s likely a text from you, one asking for the man to call you when he has safely landed at his destination. he pulls the device out and unlocks it with that in mind but stills upon the messages app. it is a text but the contents of it are far less innocent than rin imagined.

there’s a photo of you, dressed in nothing but his favorite set of lingerie. you’re sat in front of the mirror with your legs spread apart and panties pulled to the side, giving him a pretty view of your pussy. it’s glistening with your slick and the sight alone is almost enough to make rin’s mouth water as he’s more than eager for a taste.

the previous night when his head had been tucked between your thighs, lips sucking at your clit and tongue lapping away at your cunt, suddenly feels like forever ago. he isn’t sure how long he’ll last without being able to savor the taste of you, how long he’ll be able to manage not feeling your thighs trembling against the sides of his face and the quiver of your pussy beneath his tongue.

rin’s grip on his phone is much tighter than it had been when he first pulled it out as he stares down at your picture. there’s a thin line between him wishing you had worn the lacey lingerie before he left this morning and being grateful that you hadn’t so he wouldn’t miss his flight. though, how can he be upset with you when you took the liberty of getting all prettied up for him?

he’s about to thank you for the photo and comment on how useful it’ll be during your time apart when his eyes flit down to the message that accompanies your racy photo.

for while you’re away ♡

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER AIKU

“fuck, that’s it, pretty girl,” oliver coos, a low grunt following shortly after. his grasp on your hair tightens as your nose brushes his pelvis. spit dribbles down your chin and gathers at the base of his cock that’s thickening in your mouth. you moan around his length at the feel of his head prodding at the tight give of your throat.

the vibration is all it takes to draw out oliver’s orgasm. he groans, tugging your hair to pull you off his cock before the rush of his cum shoots down your throat. warm, white ropes of his essence pool on your tongue. “don’t swallow,” he chokes out, waiting for the final wave of his climax to pass.

obediently, you keep your tongue stuck out, letting the abundance of his cum collect on your tongue. the phone in his hand that’s not holding your hair lifts as he breathes heavily, a grin pulling at the man’s lips. a flash briefly brightens the room as oliver takes a picture of you between his legs, on your knees with his seed in your mouth.

“go ahead and swallow, sweetheart,” he tells you, his thumb swiping the screen. you do as he says, happily swallowing and giving him a lazy smile aftward. he lets go of your hair to take his cock in his hand. the flash of his camera returns but for longer as he traces his tip along the curve of your lips, leaving what looks like a shiny gloss on the delicate skin.

“are you gonna miss me while i’m gone?” oliver asks, still filming.

you hum and nod. “more than anything.”

“good girl,” he quietly praises, tapping the red button to end his recording. he tosses his phone to the side before cradling your cheeks with both of his hands. “what do you say to one more round before i leave, hm?”

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU RYUSEI

your cheeks burn even hotter than the rest of your warm skin as ryusei holds your chin in place so that you’re looking at the mirror settled in front of you—the one that reflects your joined bodies, shows you the lewd image of you bouncing on his cock. with his phone raised and recording the act as well, it feels as though hundreds of eyes are watching you. a tinge of embarrassment courses through you but, more than anything else, your skin prickles with arousal.

shidou’s lips ghost over the pulse of your neck, his breath raising the fine hairs on your nape. he smiles against your skin before leaving a trail of wet kisses up to your jaw. he nips at the skin there; not hard enough to be painful but just firm enough for another wave of arousal to wash over you.

the man breathes out a laugh at the moan that pushes past your lips. his hand abandons its hold on your chin, trusting that you’ll keep your eyes forward in favor of letting his fingers dance down your body until they reach your clit. his thumb rubs circles against the sensitive nub, drawing a choked gasp from you as you continue to bounce on his cock.

“listen to you,” he drawls, a grin still pulling at his lips as he meets your eye in the mirror. you aren’t sure if he means the lewd sound of your wetness, skin slapping skin, or the variety of noises he keeps pulling from you—maybe he’s referring to all of them. “you like this, don’t you?”

you’re too overwhelmed to string together a coherent reply, so you settle for a frantic nod.

“yeah?” he asks, sickeningly sweet. his lips hover over the shell of your ear, magenta eyes never leaving yours. “come for me then.”

like his words are an enchantment, you come undone around him, walls fluttering around his cock as your orgasm floods over you. you whine at the way his hips don’t let up on their thrusts. as if he can sense the question sparkling in your eyes, shidou jerks his head in the direction of his phone. “we’ve gotta get mine, too.”

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #oliver aiku x reader #shidou x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk smut #blue lock smut #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk scenarios #blue lock scenarios #bllk x you #blue lock x you

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yeonniesblog · 11 months

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—blue lock boys! reaction to reader simping over their newest photoshoot/modeling advertisment. part 1 :)

warning : suggestive themes. blue lock x reader!

help there are few spelling mistakes 😭, like in reo’s, you're should be your, and for aiku I wrote aiko. masterlist

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.' 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟔.𝟗𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 : 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

'Miffy.'

'Hm?' 'Sweet little bunny.' 'Miffy.'

' ‘S that?'

'Miffy, miffy, miffy, run!' you exclaimed, pouncing on Nagi, fingers set to work as you tickled his sides, making him squirm. That was probably the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard, his voice echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom after his nap.

A memory that seemed so long ago.

“How long do you plan on staying here?”

You didn’t answer, turning to face the back of the cushion. Anri sighed, walking over to the sofa and sitting on the empty space beside you.

“You know that you have to talk to him right?” “There’s no point.” “But-” “There’s no point, Anri. He made it clear. I’m like rocks in his shoe and I’m dragging him down. He doesn’t need me for his success, all he needs are his legs. And he’s also starting to get tired of me.” you drawled.

You had crashed over at Anri’s place three days ago, not a single text or phone call from him. Showed how much he cared.

Anri’s company had helped as you sobbed over Soba with her hand patting your back, assuring you that he hadn’t meant what he said and maybe he was overworked, but her words of assurance had turned into false hope with the coming of day two and no sign of communication. It was currently day three and there were still no signs of Nagi, checking your contact.

“Active 20 minutes ago.” The chances of him wanting to talk seemed slim and neither did you initiate conversations with him. It seemed like it was time to go on a house hunt.

Nagi stared at the name tag of his game character on screen. “Miffy.” His nickname.

‘You know… you remind me of something or someone when your mouth is like that…’ you trailed, holding your chin in thought. After pondering over the thought for a bit, you remembered, humming the theme song.

‘Miffy, miffy, miffy run!’ you sang, making Nagi confused. ‘You seem to be singing a horror song quite sweetly.’ he remarked, making you scoff.

‘It’s miffy the rabbit. Look.’ you said, pulling out your phone to show him the image and then compare it one of his own.

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say.’ Nagi said, snatching your phone out of your hands. ‘If you call me miffy, then you’re Annabelle like that creepy doll.’ he said. Belle for short; belle meant beautiful but you didn’t need to know that.

When was the last time he had called you that or had even been called ‘miff’, ‘miffs’ or ‘Miffy’? The first day, Nagi was heated, not bothering to ponder over what he said, walking back to his laptop right after he had the argument with you. Day two Nagi didn’t seem to miss you in the morning either, going about his usual routine. It was when the dusk came that he had begun to realize how lonely he had become, his eyes constantly watching the clock, the time coming close to ten thirty in the night when he knew you’d come home.

But you never did.

Dinner was lonely, the scraping of his chopsticks against the plate was the only sound to keep him company along with sounds that came from the laptop; washing the plates after, his body waiting for the hugs you would give him from behind while he splashed water on the cutlery.

Being in bed was lonely; his body missing the warmth of yours or the way you curled into him, your legs entwining with his, not to move as the two of you slept soundly for hours, even admiring each other when you were awake, his hands caressing you softly as he would leave soft kisses on your face while you would do the same.

Morning came.

“Belle, Can you shut the curtains?”

But you weren’t there, his mouth betraying him. The same mouth that uttered the words,

You’re like the rocks in my shoe and you’re starting to drag me down. I’m so tired of you.

He said that didn’t he; not caring for the gravity it held or how much it could shatter everything the two of you had built. Why did he even say it? Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight or it was the moment of anger for everything to be handled, the boiling of the pot, the details of the match he was watching, the absolute focus that he needed to zero in to understand what was going on… there were many excuses for what he did, but it wouldn’t bring you back would it? Practices seemed the same, but he never felt the comfort he needed from his teammates; giving him a pat on the back when he had played well on the field or being tackled in a sweaty hug when they had won.

He missed your scent.

He missed you. He missed everything you had to give him, now breaking through the surface of the things he had taken for granted. It was on the dusk of the third day he had finally snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore; the silence, the loneliness or the racing of his heart when he would watch the time hoping to hear the opening of the front door as you walked in only to be disappointed when there was not a sound of a shoe being dropped or the clicking of the door in place with your footsteps to follow. Grabbing his coat, he picked up his phone from the coffee table, scrolling to Anri’s contact.

You had to be there. Walking out of the lobby of the building, Seishiro walked towards his car, revving up the engine. “Hello?” “Anri. Are they there?”

Looking back at you as you held the warm mug between your hands while staring at the window into the skyline playing music through your headphones, Anri covered the phone whispering into the phone. “Yes.” “Good. I’m gonna be there in another fifteen minutes.” he said, his hand on the driving wheel. “Keep the door open.” he said abruptly, throwing his phone into the backseat of the car.

He had to see you. His belle.

Pulling into the parking lot, he wasted no time, pressing the button of the elevator, foot tapping in frustration as he watched the numbers descend as it finally arrived at the ground floor. It made him no less frustrated when he saw the numbers rising towards Anri’s house. Damn Anri just had to get the condo on the topmost floor. Seishiro ran as soon as the elevator door opened, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, hands reaching the doorframe of the open door. Taking deep breaths he moved towards the living room. You were there. Headphones on your ears, a warm mug in your hands engulfed in a large sweater as you stared at the street below you.

Seishiro knew that music was a way to drown your sorrow, blocking out the noises around you to give you a space of your own, where no one could touch you.

Had he put you through that much pain, not bothering to console you or apologize for what he did? Looking to the side, he watched as Anri gave him a reassuring nod.

He could fix this.

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, he felt you go stiff. You knew that touch. Turning your head slowly, you watched as Seishiro stared at you, eyes tired and lips letting out soft breaths, taking the headphones from your ears.

He felt like he could breathe again, resting his forehead against yours, his palms laying open against your cheeks. You dragged your fingertips around his wrists, the pads of it digging into the flesh of it. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. Pressing his forehead to yours, he knew what you wanted to say without the words escaping you.

Laying a kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled his face away from yours, gray eyes staring into yours, your eyes on his lips mouthing the words. “I know.” “I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry, belle.” he said, his hands dragging from your cheeks to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse, proceeding to the middle of your back and pulling you into him, feeling the whole of you against him. Nuzzling his head into the shoulder of your sweater, he took a deep breath, the scent of you. Home.

“You really hurt me, you know that?” you said, hands pulling at the collar of his coat. “I really want you to feel how much you hurt but I can’t do that to you.” clenching the material of his coat into your fists.

Even if he had hurt you, you didn’t hold any malice against him. You could have done many things from shouting the words of his failure that you witnessed when you watched him play on the field, digging into old wounds. But you didn’t. This isn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign of strength and patience along with the hope that you were willing to mend things even if he had caused damage to it.

“I know,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” “I was… alone.”

‘So was I.’

“Am I really the stones in your shoes dragging you down?” Nagi knew the answer to that question. Three days were spent searching what you were to him, the question you asked shaking everything the two of you stood for. Taking your face into his hands, he pulled away from you, staring into your eyes with nothing but affection as his thumb stroked along your cheek, your glazed eyes that had tears pooling on the corner of your lash line.

He knew the answer.

“You’re my wings, belle. Even when I’m on the field. You make me soar.”

Sweet words were never Nagi’s forté, but he knew that if he was going to have you, he needed more than that. Nodding, he got on his knees, looking up at you. “It’s been three days (y/n). I… I know what kind of a person I am. I haven’t had to work for anything really… just. I’ve always had it. And at times I take things for granted even if that isn’t my intention. But… It looks like I pushed it too far this time. And I know I did. Just… come back to our apartment. It doesn’t seem the same without you and I don’t think I can sleep another night alone. I can’t keep touching the sheets or look around to see if you’re there. I… I’m tired (y/n).” Seishiro said, hands taking yours as he looked up at you.

He was just as tired as you. Being one of the best on the field needed a right mindset; the lack of emotional and physical affection taking a toll on him. Seishiro had learnt that touch was one of the most important forms of communication; a way to assure someone, reminding the times when you would squeeze his shoulder eased his burdens, the way you would wipe away food from his face when he was eating, the time you would wash his back when he was tired from practice.

He missed it.

Kneeling down, you joined him on the floor, your hands cupping his, giving an assuring squeeze.

“Let’s go home, Miffy.” Nagi’s eyes widened at the pet name, yet his gaze softened at the fondness of it. Reaching home, Seishiro never let go of you, dragging you into the bath, letting the comfort of the hot water surround the both of you, the hot liquid washing the sorrow his words away as it ran down your body; while the water washed away the feeling of emptiness Nagi felt when you weren’t around, hands clinging to your naked body, feeling your raw form against him as he leaned on the wall behind.

Dinner was quiet, with Seishiro watching you put every morsel into your mouth; not blinking for a minute, afraid that the moment would be lost if he closed his eyes. Taking a piece of food between your chopsticks you held it up to his lips.

“Eat.”

With the coming of the night, you could feel Seishiro toss and turn, hand reaching out to your side of the bed, patting down your face in your sleep to make sure you were there. Sighing, you turned over to his side, hugging him from behind while he did the same, curling his body into you.

He felt safe and finally at home.

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Aiku held up the picture for what seemed the longest time cuts on his fingers, the blood seeping into the corner of the photograph. He remembered the time he had taken that picture.

“With that kind of staring, you sure you’re not trying to burn a hole into their bathing suits? Then again you’d like that wouldn’t you, perv.” you scoffed, lifting a hand to cover the glare of the sun.

“I came here to spend time with you, not my fault that I just so happened to be here and there are girls in bathing suits here as well…” he said, with a playful push.

“Tch. Why am I even dating you?” “Because I’m special, obviously.” “I wonder why… I didn’t run out of olive oil.” you said, snickering.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” he said, grabbing you and placing you on his lap. He playfully bit the side of your cheek, making you laugh. Taking out his phone, he had captured the moment, making sure to use it for later, printing the photo and using it when he moved into the penthouse.

“Olive oil.” He turned to look at you. Lifting your hands to make a heart you teased him.

“Olive you.” earning a sigh and an eye roll from him.

“You know there’s the Olive theory?” “I wonder when you’re going to run out of olive jokes.” he commented, setting his feet on top of the coffee table.

“There’ll be many as long as you’re around me you know?”

The olive theory; Oliver hated Olives and you loved them, and that’s what made the perfect relationship. A relationship that went to ruin because of him.

“Bambi…” he murmured, stroking the side of the picture that had your face in it. Oliver never had a stable person in his life. Sure, there were his parents, and his teammates, but there wasn’t a person who lasted long enough to be called his own; dating around only for the purpose of fame or the motive of finding further relations given that he was a football player, maybe you were one of the people that held a significant place in his life.

Oliver watched as you drove away into the night from the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, the penthouse now empty and the photoframe broken with pieces of glass loose on the floor. He walked over to it, picking up the frame, fingers digging into the smaller pieces of glass, leaving light cuts on his fingers as picked up the picture.

The two of you seemed so happy that day, the picture reminding him of more memories he had made with you.

Mirror in the front, you sat beside him, painting the dye into his hair. Rather than getting it done by his usual hairstylist, he had insisted on you doing it, wanting to promote the notion of getting into ‘couple goals.’ taking a picture of you while you worked for keeps sake. Washing his hair out and shaking all the water off on you to make you squeal. Coming home from practices, he would test your patience, laying on top of you when he reeked of sweat while you were comfortable watching television, only to be dragged into the shower when he insisted you take a bath with him.

Oliver felt calm when you washed his hair, your fingertips lightly scratching his scalp, the soft tugs of his hair as he groaned from the relaxation he felt, hands coming to the temples of his head to rub lines into his eyebrows and under his eyes including the massages you would give him before bed, acute pressure under his feet and pressing on his calves.

He would run faster and better the next day, body feeling light and healthy on the field.

To show his gratefulness all he did was appear drunk and create messes for you to clean; not giving you attention in weeks. You just gave and gave didn’t you? And all he did was take, not bothering to ask or give you something back in return. You were satisfied with his kisses and his performance on the field. Unlike his previous exes, you weren’t demanding on dates, instead making memories with him at home when he was tired from the days activities of being captain and being a defender.

Japan had its defender in a single piece because of you.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to your contact. “Bambi.”

“You’re a lot like Bambi.” “I would say I’m a lot like Thumper.” “No. You’re like Bambi.” “Why?”

“Because you’re always prancing around like some young fawn, stumbling over your feet. Never sit still.” or maybe it was because of your doe eyes that he had named you that.

Tapping on the contact, the phone rang a few times, until it went silent. You weren’t responding to him.

He tried sending you texts, none of them were seen, only left on delivery. Time seemed to be going slow for Aiku, watching as the minute ticked by on his phone the numbers changing on the screen. Time went so painfully slow that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You weren’t going to respond to him on chats? That was fine. Maybe you’ll respond to him when he makes it to social media, clicking a picture of his hand which had been cut, caption : Hurt. By morning, his dms were flooded,

‘Omg! You should have that checked!’ ‘How did this happen to you?’

‘Need me to take care of it, handsome ;o ?’

None of them were from you; the words he said setting in as night came and the bed was lonely.

‘You know that you’re replaceable right? It’s not like I’m running out of options anytime soon.’ Options… the word weighing heavy on his tongue.

You weren’t a choice, you were an option.

A demeaning word for someone who had taken care of him in all the kind ways possible wasn’t it?

Options were the people who had thrown themselves on him; smothering him with the love he didn’t need or want. What he wanted was different; respect, patience and affection. A patience that had run thin because of his actions.

It wasn’t difficult for Oliver to replace a person, he had done that many times before. But could he erase the memories that he had made with you and replace it with someone else? ‘Olive Oil.’

‘Olive you.’

‘Olive theory.’

He couldn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried.

The next evening and night, Oliver continued to publish stories on his page, captioned with various things that reminded him about the two of you.

Taking long walks on the beach alone with the picture of the waves; caption : ‘Olive you.’

Long nights on the couch with a disney marathon in the background : ‘Thumper doesn’t suit you.’

By day three, Oliver was tired, the routine he had became a chore and time went by slowly. So painfully slow. Even things he enjoyed doing seemed mundane. ‘When will you come back?’

“Hey, did you check Aiku’s story?” Looking from the couch to Otoya, you watched as he stared down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

“No, why?”

There were words that he had said to you, but the fact that Eita had his expression of seriousness made you worried.

“He cut his hand. Look.” he said, showing the phone to you. Taking a screenshot of it, you zoomed in on the picture. He cleaned up the glass.

That idiot. Why did he even lift that photo frame from the bin?

Turning to face the window from your bed, you couldn’t sleep. Had he been taking care of himself? Did he eat well? Was he sleeping alright?

No. You wouldn't worry about him. He probably had someone better to take care of him. He had maybe even moved on, forgetting about you…

It wouldn’t hurt to drop something off by the penthouse would it? Deciding to grab your car keys, your shoulders screaming from the pain of you slogging over the computer at work for ten hours in a row, you were tired. Yet your heart wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Thank you and come again!” the attendant said as you left the shop, the package contained a pair of tweezers, disinfectant, gauze and cotton. Did that dumbass even bother cleaning his wounds? He would have to deal with it on his own. Pressing the elevator button for the penthouse, you stood near the glass watching as the height between you and the ground grew larger until the soft ding of the lift made you walk out. Even if the argument seemed two days ago, it seemed like time had passed a lot longer; making you miss your second home. Hanging the bag on the handle of the door, you were about to leave when you saw the lift doors open, revealing a very tired Oliver. Heterochromatic eyes snapped to yours, a look of relief washing over his features, as he dropped his duffel bag. Swallowing you were about to move towards the elevator when he moved to block you.

“Move.” He didn’t. “I said, move.” He wouldn’t.

“I said, move Aiku!” you said, pushing him.

He couldn’t; arms coming around to hug you as you tried to break away from his grip.

“Let go of me.”

He can’t. “You said I was replaceable right? You don’t need me right? Then let go of me already.” the pain you held in for days coming out of your system in the form of words of agony and tears, hands pawing at his jersey as he pulled you close to him. You cried as he held you to his chest, his fingers digging into your back, holding you close to him.

You were in his arms. You were safe, but broken with his words.

He couldn’t stay away from you any longer, that would be a sentence longer to his loneliness and miserability. He missed you.

“Stay, Bambi.” The nickname made you whimper, memories of the time he had called you coming back to you.

‘You prance around like a fawn.’

‘You’re so weird. You really like the crunchy sound that my beard makes when you rub your palm against it?’

“Why’d you say it?” you asked in a broken voice.

Why do people say anything? Oliver had been through situations like this before, his ex throwing water in his face or slapping him when they walked out of the door. Oliver was always done with them after moving to meet the next person.

“It’s a habit.” he said softly. “Everytime a fight breaks out, I’ve always watched people leave through that door, never wanting to come back; neither did I go in search of them. You were the first to come back, not demanding anything but just… to make sure that I was doing alright. I’m not fine without you. And I… I…” words dying in his throat as his grip around you tightening if not harder, squeezing you like a snake. He hadn’t had anything like this before.

“You know that you can have a tv star or a supermodel right?’ you asked in a tiny voice. “What am I compared to that?”

Hands digging into the tresses of your hair, Oliver pushed you into his shoulder, the tip of his nose burning from the tears that he held back. He couldn’t let them fall, they didn’t deserve to. Not after he had the weight of what he said on his shoulders. Making amends was never his strong point but he had to try if he wanted you. And he did.

“Much more. So much more. You hold the sun and stars for me, (y/n). I can’t deal with every dragging day if you’re not here. I can’t take care of myself… and I know that… that’s not enough to make you stay… but I really want you to. I can’t promise a change overnight… but if you’re here with me… It's everything I want to have… and need… and live with. ”

His shoulders shaking from the words, feeling your arms letting go of his shirt, he felt his heart stop; your hands coming to his face, pulling him away from you. Heterochromatic eyes staring into yours, tinged with red and dark circles to accompany them. The escape of a tear made you wipe it away with your thumb.

“Let’s get inside. We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Oliver slept soundly after what felt like ages, waking up in the middle of the night to make sure you were next to him and didn’t disappear, yet you were there, running your fingers on the side of his face, as he nuzzled into your throat, giving him a soft kiss on the head.

Early hours of the morning, Oliver woke up once more; watching your still figure in the darkness as he blinked, your arms stretched out in the space that was between the both of you.

It wasn’t good enough. Throwing the sheets off him, Oliver moved around the bed, coming behind you. Moving you over to his side of the mattress, he took the space behind you, laying a soft kiss to the back of your neck, arms coming under your neck and over your belly while he tucked his knees under yours, sleeping the rest of the dawn away, waiting to see your open eyes when the sun poured in.

You were here in his arms and it was everything he wanted.

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

“I packed up my stuff. There was nothing much to begin with anyway. I’ve left the key on the table before leaving cause I know you have the other one to open the door. Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher. I’ll uh… yeah that’s all I have to say, even if you’re sleeping considering it's midnight there. Bye Ariel.

Love,

(y/n).”

Sae had stared at that message for over five days, the words replaying in his head even when he kicked the ball. Rather than feeling the plight of the goal he scored or the exhilarating adrenaline flow through his body, he pondered over the words of the last message you had sent him.

Did you pick up your clothes from the hamper? They weren’t washed were they? Then again, you sent that text a day ago and you might as well have moved out.

DId you take your stupid book along with you? The one that you always left on the coffee table when he came home? Thinking about the synopsis of it, it was about a dying old man and his student… teaching him the ways of life. Why did you even read these kinds of books? The answer now laid bare before him.

‘Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher.’

‘I don’t need to hear that from a person who has bitter relations with his own brother due to his own selfishness.’

Sae scoffed at the thought the next day, Selfishness? He had given you a place to stay, opening his home to you. Was that called being selfish? He had stocked food for you in the cabinet, making sure you didn’t go hungry while he was in France. In what way was that selfish? He had his own reasons for being bitter towards his brother, but he never did make amends with him, their way of communication being that of rough language when they played each other on the field until either one of them ended up with a yellow or a red card.

But he was the older one wasn’t he? He was the one responsible for his brother if their parents weren’t there, since he would be the only one Rin would have as a family.

Maybe your words did hold a deeper meaning.

The second day, he decided to do something that he hadn’t done before.

Calling up Rin.

“Hello?” Sae didn’t find the words in him, biting his lip. “Hello?” Why did he even call him up? What did he think would work? To patch things up with his younger brother? That was a train he missed a long time ago.

“Huh…”

The train that would always arrive at his station because it was home. “Rin.” The ends of the phones of the brothers became silent, neither one not knowing what to speak but each comforted by the presence of each. Maybe they could start with closure, mending torn cloths of their relationship with a sewing needle and a thread.

“How have you been?” “It's always busy in the world of a footballer and you know that. Why did you call?”

He got straight to the point didn’t he. Staring at the early hours of dawn, Sae let the silence follow, filled with the chirping of morning birds. “Couldn’t sleep.”

It had been the case the last time you had spoken to him and when he read the last message you sent.

“It’ll be fine.” Sae’s eyes widened at the words, expecting Rin to blame the problem on him. It was his problem wasn’t it? Why would his little brother even bother looking into it. Words of comfort hadn’t been exchanged with them for a very long time, the bonds they built as children withering away when they became adults, deteriorating further when they would compete against each other.

“Don’t you spite me?” Sae asked, gripping his phone tightly.

“Something serious must have happened for you to call me. If it weren’t for me it would be your friends if you had any. Family is usually the last resort or turned to during desperate times. And you’re my older brother, for the sake of our parents, we would have to get along well sooner or later. Even if I don’t like you or spite you, I wouldn’t turn you away. Even I have some dignity to spare.” Rin said.

Sae couldn’t explain the feeling that overcame him, his eyes pooling with tears.

Not everyone is an ill wisher.

Not everyone would wish misfortune to another.

The third day called for relaxation with Sae settling on the activity of walking down the streets of Paris. The night was lit up with street lamps and couples walked on the street while Sae had nothing except his pockets to put his hands in, fumbling with the room key and wallet that was in it. Stopping by a bookshop he found the face of a book that reminded him of you.

‘The little mermaid - Hans Christian Anderson.’

He was supposed to pass by the store, not bothering over the book yet he found himself exchanging the book for money, taking the package with him to his room. Unlike the movies, the little mermaid was not a happy story; with her jumping into the ocean as the prince and his bride stared at the foam she had turned into.

Tossing the book aside, Sae was left alone to his thoughts.

‘Stupid thing should have just plunged the knife into the prince’s heart.’

But she couldn’t… she loved him. How could she possibly harm a loved one in his sleep while he muttered the name of his bride who was sleeping next to him? She would rather choose her own pain and sorrow rather than lead an empty life knowing what she did.

A perfect yet sad ending that captured her suffering and the naivety of the prince.

She was selfless, suffering with the pain of her human legs each time she walked, growing closer to the prince day by day only for him to fall in love with another girl from a temple, who he believed saved him during the night of the shipwreck when it was actually the same mermaid who had dragged him to shore. Selfless enough to give away her voice so that she could no longer sing or talk, selfless enough to not stab him, selfless enough to make sacrifices for him as the prince watched her turn to foam with his bride.

You were Ariel weren’t you? By the fourth day, Sae couldn’t stop staring at his phone, his body ready to pounce over any question that came.

‘Do you have your bags packed?’

‘Did you make sure to take a toothbrush?’

‘Did you get everything you need?’

‘Make sure to have your ticket on you.’

‘Stay safe and have a great flight. I’ll see you soon Ariel.’

The day had passed and the night had arrived, yet there was not a single text from you. Sae knew the consequences of his words, going the extra mile to assume the worst about you when you had tried to make his living easy.

‘If you want to be the best, you can’t have any distractions, Itoshi. People come and go and this one is like no other. You are young on a fresh pair of legs that can bring a lot of potential out of you and work on the field. Put it to good use.’ were the words of his coach. And like any young mind the first ones to take the blame were the ones who were too close, with close being you; venomous words reaching into the roots of your relationship and shaking it to pieces till nothing was left.

It was the morning of the fifth day and Sae was ready to leave, his bags packed as he closed the door to the room.

The flight was long and tiring, making him want to reach home faster and hit the hay. Upon arriving in the airport, he went out of the gates, his eyes unconsciously searching for you. You weren’t there. Sighing he was dropped home, mind going into the setting of finding you with your book, turning over a page as you sat with socks on the sofa, only to turn on the lights to the dim room and the sofa empty with your book gone from the coffee table. The photographs of the two of you were gone from the wall, clothes missing, along with your laptop and papers among other belongings. Going to the bathroom, he felt the strings of his heart pull at the sight of the single toothbrush with yours missing; a strong reminder that you were gone and he was alone.

‘Why did you say those words, Ariel?’

‘Because I want to be the best.’

‘Do I not want the best for you either?’

‘It's not the same thing.’

‘And what if it is?’

‘How?’

‘I want nothing but the best for you Sae. I never gave you the option of wanting football or me. If you wanted to dedicate yourself to the game you love so much, I would have stood by you. But you didn’t want to and look where we are now. Why do you want to ruin things that are going good for you? We’ve had minor issues, yeah… but it never came to one of us leaving. But if it makes you feel better, then maybe I should.’ you said, taking a step back.

‘What are you doing?’ Sae asked, a hand reaching out to you but not touching you.

‘Where are you going?’

You said nothing, as pieces of you started disappearing while he screamed.

Sae woke up in the middle of the night, sweat soaking his shirt, hands reaching over to your side of the bed only to find it empty.

Staring at the white neon digits of the clock it read, two thirty in the morning. Throwing the sheets of his body, Sae wore his coat, grabbing the keys of his car and driving to your apartment.

Hearing the rapid knocking of your door along with the sounds of the doorbell, you waddled over to the living room, yawning with half shut eyes. Looking through the peephole, you were surprised to see Sae, pacing around shortly before raising his clenched hand to bang the door again. Worried that the neighbors might hear, if not already, you opened the door, causing him to stumble in; staring at you with his green eyes.

Sighing you sat on the sofa while he stood in silence.

“Ariel didn’t live happily ever after with Eric. She died in the sea…turning into foam while he and his bride watched over her.” “Did you come over to my place close to three in the morning just to tell me the story of the little mermaid that was written in the eighteen hundreds?” you asked, raising an eyebrow to him. “The last time I checked, you didn’t want or need me. Why are you here?” you said, walking to the kitchen as he followed you. Opening the cabinet you took out the coffee powder and kept a kettle to boil as Sae circled you to snatch it away from your hands.

“You know better than to drink this,” he said.

Snatching it back from him, you bit back.

“If I need my sanity to listen to you at three in the morning, I am going to need this.”

Holding your hand against the counter as he placed his other on the platform. “Don’t.”

Please.

“What is going on Sae? First you say that you don’t want or need me and now you’re here three in the morning, fighting over coffee. What has been happening with you lately?” you asked, setting down the bottle of coffee gently on the kitchen platform as his hand became more gentle on your wrist while the other pushed him away, wanting to keep some space between the two of you; the hand which Sae placed his other on, stopping you from putting any distance.

“You were right.” he said; the words, making you look at him in confusion.

“Not everyone is an ill wisher.”

Tears pooling in his green eyes that looked exhausted and in need of sleep;

“I am selfish, aren’t I?” he asked, eyes looking into yours for answers.

You said nothing, sighing through your nose.

“It seems like you learned.” Sae said nothing, resting his head against your shoulder, his tears smearing onto the fabric of your shirt while his hands settled at your waist. It had been long since he had you in his arms.

“This doesn’t make things alright but it can wait. We need sleep. You can have the bed and I’ll take the sofa.” you said, taking his arms off you, as you walked towards the closet to grab extra bedding and blankets, settling into the cushions of the sofa while Sae watched you.

Waking up in the middle of the night, you were being carried into the other room. You dared not move, not wanting to give away the fact that you were awake.

“I know you’re awake.” It was pointless to fool him wasn’t it? Might as well just skip to the point then.

“Why did you say those things?” you asked, turning to him as he settled on the opposite side of you, his sweat drenched shirt off and replaced with one of yours.

“It's something that my coach said.”

“What changed?”

Reaching a hand across, he stroked your cheek, talking about the time he had in Paris, calling Rin and realizing the words he said to you; body inching closer to you on the discussion of his nightmare that had happened an hour or two prior.

“I can’t take back what I said… and I’m aware of that. But… if I can learn to be a better human being… it can only be with you. And that’s another reason to live for, apart from football. I don’t… want to be confined to my old self, (y/n). I want to evolve… I don’t want to be the same boy who lived in spite when I went to Spain.” he said, his resolve crumbling before as the two of you laid in bed. You shifted your body closer to him, pulling his head into your chest as his body shook from the pain of the memories that had made him soar to heights but at the cost of more than what he had bargained for; your words becoming more crystal clear to him with every new emotion he had experienced in the past week. Moving towards your phone, you played a song, placing an earphone into Sae’s ear and the other in yours, tapping his back according to the beat until he fell asleep.

‘I’m here.’

‘You’re here.’

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

Nuzzling into your chest, placing a kiss over your collarbone as an apology, with you returning the gesture with a nuzzle into his hair, smelling the scent of him made you realize how much you had missed him, smiling into it.

He came back.

And he wasn’t going to leave. He didn’t; even as the morning arrived, hugging you close to his chest even when you complained about getting out of bed on a workday, the morning passed with more hours of sleep as he traced the lines on your face while you held onto his wrist rubbing the tip of your nose into the expanse of his palm. It was warm.

This was all he ever needed and wanted.

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doobea · 8 months

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BLLK - RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS CONT.

contents: some suggestive in oliver's, overall super fluffy, like domestic fluff its insane but i love it, gn!reader characters: sae, oliver, isagi, rin a/n: hehe im throwing this out just to have something but also i love coming up w hcs and its been a WHILE since my last one

SAE

Because of his constant travels, it was his idea one night that there needed to be something physical to keep himself reminded of you at night. Which led to him bringing you to a build-a-bear store the very next day. You took your time deciding which animal to choose from, scents, cute outfits (obviously you had to pick the soccer jersey), and recording your voice memo. He keeps the plushie by his bedside, sending you pictures of it every night, and even buys a small bed for it. You can't help but feel slightly jealous that he's treating a toy better than you.

The sounds of him brushing his teeth and gurgling mouthwash wakes you up every time. He doesn't mean to be so loud about it, Sae can't exactly control the volume of his electric toothbrush and he has to make sure that his breath smells nice before he goes in for a morning kiss.

"My hands are cold." and proceeds to touch your face. Will chase you around the house to make sure you warm him up. Don't even bother running away because he's a literal athlete. Probably refuses to wear gloves when it's cold outside just so he can stick his hands in your pockets too.

OLIVER

Karaoke nights with Oliver are like no other. He has a nice voice, but will purposefully sing terribly just to hear you laugh. With the combination of alcohol and old-school tunes, the two of you will test the limits of the so-called 'soundproof' rooms.

He's the type of boyfriend who loves to test physical boundaries in more ways than one. Walking in public, he'll 'accidentally' brush his hands against your bottoms or your chest. If you're taking a shower, he'll try and poke you from behind the shower curtains. Leaves his mouth a mess when he's eating food and specifically asks you to lick the sauce away.

Sadly, he eats your leftovers when you haven't touched them after a day. He tries to be super sneaky and tries to help you look for it after finishing the whole thing. And yes, he gaslights you just a tiny bit - "baby, are you sure you didn't eat it yourself?"

ISAGI

Under the condition that you have a lot of plushies, Isagi will either neatly place them around your shared apartment or send you videos of him punching them across the room - there's no middle ground.

Mentioned this before briefly but he'll show you all the highlights of his games. But not the professional videos - he'll go out of his way to find videos that are edited poorly (he thinks they're cool tho) and will force you to watch them with him. The videos with dubstep outros and intros, like and subscribe for more, and Roblox figures flying across the screen.

If you're not paying attention to him, Isagi will literally pull out his phone, take a picture of you with 'HEEEYYY' as the caption, and send it to you despite being within arm's reach. What's gotten your attention that's more important than him?

RIN

He definitely sleeps with a blanket that he's had since he was like five. The type of blanket that has holes in it, design and color faded by how much he's used it, and he was super embarrassed when you found it stuffed underneath his bed when he first invited you over. After suffering an endless amount of teasing, he brings out the blanket when he wants cuddles.

Facetiming with Rin is always so endearing yet so awkward at the same time. His face is never fully shown, only the corner of his head, and there are long periods of silence just because Rin hates having conversations on the phone. Expect a lot of "oh so what are you doing right now" every ten minutes - he's trying his best!

His favorite pastime is laying in bed with you in his arms and scrolling aimlessly on the phone. Whether it be reading a funny thread together, scrolling through TikTok, or watching a movie on Netflix - he finds it easy to relax with you and easily falls asleep within an hour.

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kaiijo · 1 year

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BLUE LOCK PLAYERS AS DEMIGODS (i) — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, itoshi sae content: gn! reader (reader is called “sunshine” once in shidou’s) slightly suggestive humor, set at camp half-blood (or some random camp for demigods lol) but you don’t need to have read percy jackson to read this notes: references this post

⋆｡° child of ares! shidou x child of apollo! you

it’s unsurprising to all of your siblings that shidou ryusei is in and out of the infirmary a lot because he gets into A LOT of fights (“typical ares kid” your siblings say while rolling their eyes)

the first time he came to the infirmary, you were the only one brave enough to patch him up given that, not only is shidou known for picking random fights but also for being kind of batshit crazy. after that, you were the only one he even let touch him without lowkey growling at them…

“shidou’s here again,” otoya, one of your half-brothers, informed you one day. you sighed heavily and found shidou in the waiting room, beckoning him back to an exam room

“take your shirt off,” you told him and he grinned some wild smile at you and said, “ooh, already trying to get me naked? at least take me to dinner, sunshine”

you snorted and when he did, your eyes widened at the giant, purpling bruise forming on his side. “what happened this time? “underlashes junior got really into sparring”

ah, that made sense - this wasn’t the first time shidou got into a physical altercation with itoshi rin

“leave the kid alone,” you said as you grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and threw it at him

he caught it and asked, “not gonna hold it against me yourself?” “why would i do that” “well you were so eager to get my shirt off” “you’re insufferable”

shidou licked his teeth, still looking at you with that shit-eating grin. “yeah but you like that”

what was the most annoying this about that statement: you couldn’t exactly say it’s a total lie

⋆｡° child of poseidon! oliver aiku x child of athena! you

oliver aiku had a bit of a reputation as a womanizer and, to be fair, it’s not undeserved. he was charming and hot, it’s not like it’s just random, and he probably flirted with nearly every person within a ten mile radius of camp

he first noticed you at a game of capture the flag. not to brag or anything, but oliver was known as the best defender at camp but somehow, the opposing team managed to outmaneuver him and his team and steal the flag and carry it to their side

shocked and impressed, oliver inquired as to who was the mastermind behind this strategy and the answer was simple: you, a child of athena

he found you in the armory, hanging your sword back up and, leaning against the doorway, he said, “hey”

you glanced over your shoulder. “hey?”

“so you’re the master strategist?” “yeah” “i don’t think we’ve met, im oliver.” “yeah i know” and with that, you resumed taking off the rest of your armor

well, that was new

“you know,” oliver said, strolling over to stand beside you as he took off his own armor, “i’d love to get to know you better. not every day someone manages to pull one over on me. wanna grab some lunch”

you gave him a side eye and said, “sorry, i’ve got something else to do” and then you brushed past him and out of the armory

oliver watched your retreating form and it was from that day on that he decided his just had to make you his

(spoiler: he eventually succeeds after many, many, many times asking you out (read: groveling, begging on his knees, etc.))

⋆｡° child of zeus! itoshi sae x child of hermes! you

you get sent on a quest with itoshi sae and you were forewarned by multiple different people that you should brace yourself for a quick but absolutely miserable experience

“sae’s super powerful but gods, his attitude is absolute shit”

honestly, all the things people told you should have worried you more but you ignored them. it wasn’t fair to listen to hearsay about someone in your opinion and besides, it just made you want to step up to the challenge and befriend him even more

as the two of you set off, you asked him a bajillion questions about him, his life outside of camp, his life at camp, his brother rin (which earned you the most acidic glare and the meanest answer ever), and whatever else you could think of

“do you ever stop talking?”

“not really” sae gave you another withering look

you ran into tons of monsters and it was honestly incredible to witness the full power of a child of a big three god - sae’s battle prowess coupled with his control over lightning had you feeling just a little unnecessary but you also assisted well (sae wouldn’t admit it but he was pretty surprised by your quick thinking and reflexes and your skill with your weapon)

finding that you weren’t completely useless was when sae began not being so short with you and actually made some effort at conversation and you two lowkey started bonding over the next few days

one might even say sae began to develop some semblance of fondness

you had a major breakthrough with him when you essentially sacrificed yourself and threw yourself in front of whatever mythical beast you were sent to defeat

sae never disposed of an enemy quicker than he had in that moment and he got you two back to camp even faster

you’re passed out for three days in the infirmary and when you woke up, sae’s asleep in the chair besides your bed

“oh good, you’re awake!” one of the apollo kids who works at the infirmary entered the room. “how are you feeling?”

“a little sore” you glanced over at sae and the apollo kid said, “not sure how you managed it but sae’s refused to leave the infirmary since he brought you back. must make you pretty special.”

#blue lock demigods #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou x reader #oliver aiku x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock scenarios #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ kaiijo writes

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒

summary: romantically cliche things the boys do when they're in love with you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this might just be the most lovey-dovey thing i've ever written in my life.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍: goes out of his comfort zone, does anything he can so that you're always smiling when with him, makes butterflies erupt every single time he opens his mouth.

kaiser, sae, isagi, karasu

"can't you let me see? we've been doing this for hours!"

his hands are around your face, shielding your vision. you can see nothing but darkness, only small spots of light from the gaps of his fingers. he's been nothing but romantic for the whole day, eager to celebrate your anniversary on a day off. he's taken you to a popular italian place, which he's booked under your name from two months ago, and brought you to a science and art museum that's produced more than a hundred lock screen worthy photos.

all the while keeping his hands around your eyes every time you move onto a new spot. he's determined to make this the best day of your life, and with the way it's going, he's gotten his wish.

"calm down, we're almost there." his voice is right by your ear, tone completely warm as he chuckles at the shiver it brings. "since when were you the impatient one in the relationship?"

"can you blame me? how am i supposed to know you aren't leading me into a trench in the middle of nowhere?" there's only silence, and you can only assume he's grown tired of your whining. "it's a perfectly plausible scenario and you know that. what if-"

"we're here," he says, this time whispering lowly as he stops your movements, placing his chin on your shoulder. "i hope you like it. it's my last present for today."

you blink your eyes when he finally takes away his hand, trying to get used to the onslaught of brightness. you gasp, realizing belatedly that he's taken you to the canopy of your joined apartment. he's taken two chairs from your kitchen, along with a high desk from your work room, and transformed the space into a private space for two.

"this is beautiful. i can't believe you did this for me."

his hands are warm as they trail down your waist, wrapping you snugly against his chest. you can feel the soft breath coming from his mouth, and the telltale signs of a five o'clock shadow as he nuzzles into your neck. "do you like it?"

"i love it. i love you." you stand in silence for a while, taking the time to take everything in. you snap out of your trance like state when he takes your hand, pulling you towards the seats. "thank you. you've completely made my present for you look like trash."

there's a shadow of a smile on his face, bright even under the darkness of the ink blue sky. you'd print it if you could. you'd freeze this moment, this day, so you'll get to experience it forever, in a never-ending loop, if you could.

"two tickets to meet my favorite team is far from trash, but i'll accept the compliment."

that shadow of a smile turns into a grin, and you realize you never want to experience a day without his smile for the rest of your life if you could.

the lights from nearby buildings look and feel as if fireflies, surrounding you in a peaceful hue. his eyes are a different shade today, far brighter than they usually are. his embrace far warmer.

you suppose love does that to the best of people. and you suppose you're lucky to be able to get to experience it with him.

"i have something for you."

you quirk an eyebrow as he leans down to reach for something under his seat. it's rectangular, medium-sized, nothing special looking, and yet your heart's beating against your ribcage, threatening to let loose and engulf him whole.

"i thought this whole set up was supposed to be the last?"

"i lied," he chuckles, handing the object to you with soft eyes. "open it."

the wrapping is shabby at best, and you bite your lip, both endeared and amused by his actions. you tear it gently, gasping when the cover of your favorite book looks back at you. "i..."

the cover feels smooth under your fingers, and you can only choke back a sob when you flip onto the first page, finding his scribbled writing right under the author's autograph. the next pages are similar in different ways, filled with little notes and highlighted words at the edges. his thoughts immortalized for you to read.

"you annotated a book for me?" you sniffle, wiping away the tears before they fall onto the pages. "and got the author to sign it?"

"why are you crying?" he asks out of pure sweetness, nothing but love looking back at you from his eyes. "isn't that what a guy does when he's in love with a girl?"

you only nod, still at a loss of words as he leans down another time, this time placing a cool box on the desk. "gelato?" he asks with a laugh as he places two of your favorite flavored dessert in between you. "can't have my love crying on our special day, can we?"

you learn that the gelato isn't the last surprise either. his last present comes in the form of a ring and a promise made under the night sky.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍: holds every single one of your things, will not let you move a single finger, proudly shows you off as his.

aiku, nagi, kunigami

"i have two hands too, you know?" you laugh, your shoulders shaking as you lean against the apartment door's entrance. "i can bring my own things."

you watch with thinly veiled amusement as he shakes his head with a stubborn frown. his footsteps are heavy, the added weight of all your shopping bags dragging him down slightly. you move slightly to the left, pushing the door open wider so he could enter.

"i'll get you something to drink. hold on," you say with a pointed look before making your way to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. walking back, you giggle at the sight of him peeking into the paper bags. "here."

the palm of his hands are slightly calloused against the skin of your thighs as he all but drags you onto his lap. the couch sinks under your joined form and you raise an eyebrow when he looks up at you with puppy eyes.

"what?" you ask, slightly suspicious of the pout on his face after the few seconds of silence. "you want something don't you?"

"show me?" his tone is dripping in honey and his hands rub circles on your back as he tries to persuade you. "wanna see my girl all dolled up and pretty."

you sigh at his request, your heart weak at his show of affection. "fine. you better pay attention though."

he hums, nodding his head excitedly as you take the bags and bring them into the bedroom with you, ready for a fashion show.

"i'm not wearing every single one so i'll show you my favorites." the dress you have on is innocent, fun. one you've picked exactly for picnic dates and ice cream runs. it's a baby blue color, white lace trimming your waist with a bow to match. "what do you think?"

his eyes roam from your head down to your feet, and you blink at the silence that coats his answer. "do you not like it?"

he blinks back, as if breaking out of a gaze before he stands, leaning down to press three pecks onto your lips. you watch as he walks back to the couch, tilting your head at the coy smirk on his face. you feel dumbfounded when he waves a hand, motioning for you to try the next one.

the second outfit is far simpler. white top matched with a leather jacket and boots. there's no other sound besides the fan by the edge of the kitchen and his footsteps as he leans in to press another kiss. only two this time.

you snort when you realize when he's doing. if there's anything your boyfriend will do, it's charm you with whatever weird stunt he has up his sleeve. "you are impossible. what is this? your version of america's top model?"

"i don't hear you complaining." he walks back to his seat, watching you with lidded eyes and a small smirk filling his expression. "next one?"

you snort, changing into the last outfit for him to see. this one's far more intimate as you've bought it for special occasions. the dress is a dark maroon, it sinks down to the floor with a plunging neckline that is a wonder to the eyes. you watch as he stiffens, becking you forward with a come-hither motion on his finger.

you sway your hips as you walk, looking at him with a coy smile that he most certainly loves. before you have the chance to lean down, he shoots up, pressing three kisses on your lips, and another on your exposed chest.

his hands wrap around your waist, tilting your chin so that you meet his eyes. "next one."

"that was the last one." you quirk an eyebrow, squinting when he grins. "what?"

"try my clothes. i'll give you full scores for every outfit."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒: gets you anything and everything that reminds him of you, reminds you of your worth every day, charming to the point that your mother wants you to marry him asap.

rin, yukimiya, bachira, reo

"hey, i know you're a big-time pro-athlete now but that doesn't mean you need to spend all your money on me."

your boyfriend has a thing for splurging. he buys things that are almost always useless and insists on gifting them to you with a big shiny bow wrapped around it. he isn't much of a spender for himself, insists on wearing his clothes until they're somehow falling off his body but with you? his pockets are loose, wallet seemingly always filled with credit cards.

an investment for the future, he calls it.

you don't know whether to laugh at the absurdity of his words or cry because this handsomely talented individual actually sees you as part of his future. he's calling you as his future. talk about sweeping a girl off her feet.

"they're pretty. i thought you'd want to see them."

the bouquet that he sent is nothing if not pretty. it's a stunning piece of work, an arrangement of many different kinds of vividly colored flowers wrapped into a huge bundle. it's hefty in your hand and you'd be lying of you said that it isn't a treat for the eyes.

"you could have taken a picture and showed it to me through text, eh?" you walk forward, smelling the flowers in your hand, and carefully place them on the desk to put in a vase later. "you didn't need to ship it all the way from paris."

you watch as the pixelated version boyfriend shrugs, a sweet smile forming on his lips at your words. it's nighttime where he's at, and it shows through the darkness of the hotel window he currently resides in. the video shakes as he holds his phone, moving away from the window and onto a bed.

"do you like it?" he asks, propping a hand behind his head and on a pillow. "the florist recommended that one for you. she said it had a special meaning."

"yeah? tell her she has amazing taste and is very kind if you ever meet her again."

he hums, eyes hazy and laced with sleep. you smile when he tries to stifle a yawn. "you should go to sleep. it's late there, isn't it?"

"it's fine." he yawns like a puppy is your first thought when he does let it out. there's an air of tiredness around him, clearly drained from practice and a match. you giggle when he yawns again, this time stretching his hands above his head like a cat. adorable. "i wanna talk to you for a bit more. i miss you."

you soften at that. "i miss you too. just three more days, right?"

he nods at that, the smile never leaving his face. the smile, you've come to realize, is reserved especially for you. "i told the florist to write a note for you too. is it there?"

you hum, placing the phone against your mug to look for it. you've been too distracted by its beauty that you never noticed the small piece of white paper that's attached to one of the flowers' stems. the first thing that catches your eye is the list of flowers the bouquet is made from and their meaning.

roses; love, warmth. dahlia; eternal love, appreciation, commitment. chrysanthemums; loyalty, happiness, joy. ranunculus; charm and attractiveness. anemones; anticipation.

the second, is the beautiful cursive handwriting that details, "i'll love you until the last one withers."

you look back to your phone, smiling brightly at him. "thank you. this means everything to me." there's an air of happiness that surrounds him at your words, his smile brightening along with yours. there's a glint in his eye that you're suspicious of, yet you don't get to call him out for it.

"i'm glad you like it. i'm gonna head in now. i'll text you in the morning, okay?" he hums, padding from his bed and turning the light off, bathing him in a moonlit glow. "call me when you wake up."

"okay." there's always a bittersweet feeling in saying good night to him, in saying temporary farewells. your shoulders slump slightly and you nod, blowing him a kiss. "night. sweet dreams. i love you."

"i love you too, angel."

the line disconnects after a few minutes of silent staring and you sigh, turning away to find a vase for your newly bought gift. it's only when you're gently placing the flowers in that you realize one's different from the others. you chuckle, holding the fake flower to your chest. picking up your phone, your fingers glide across the screen, sending him a text you hope he'll see when he wakes.

you: who knew you were such a romantic

you: i'll love you forever. thank you. you mean the world to me.

your fingers stop as you take in the flower once more, every single one of its petals has been painted a different color. it's smooth against your hand, and you grin when you lift it to your nose to sniff. it smells like him.

you: send me your hotel address. i'm sending you a gift.

you: me.

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