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Pairing: Otya Eita x [GN!] Reader

Genre: smau, fluff, crack, accidental confession

cw: swearing

gift for my lovely proofreader: @freyao7

YO NESSA BBG I GOT A REQUEST FOR U

Could you do a oneshot/headcanon of Karasu, Hiori, and Otoya with a mute girlfriend/crush, like maybe they go out of their way to learn sign language for her?

(If there are certain characters you don't write for in this request, don't feel pressured to write for them <3)

-Vee

u want it ? u got it.

sorry it took me so long , i know i haven't written in sooo long it was really tough to gather my thoughts.

i sincerely appologize if my headcannon are not realistic in terms of uhh you know , being mute ? and i'll try my best and thank you for your time and remember that whatever you think flaws you makes you special<3

(This has been in my drafts for 3 months omg although it's so short...)

some blue lock boys w a mute reader

characters : Karasu Tabito , Hiori Yo , Otoya eita

@sl-vega what is it with you and these 3?

Karasu Tabito :

im not really that deep into his character but i think he'd be quite interested in learning sign language to show his dedication to you.

of course , it takes time and patience. And he's willing to have that for your sake , and so he can help you communicate with others , and you feel really flattered by it. he's taking online classes , he's watching videos about it.

it starts appearing on his fyp constantly and you'd see him trying out the word/sentence it'd be so cute.

i believe that during the process of his learning he'd give you a small notebook so you write your answers during you convo (duh) and he'd help you up with any activitey that needs talking.

He'd encourage you to share your ideas , whether w sign language or writing because he wants to make sure you feel like a normal person who is able to express themselves normally.

trying to order some food ? he memorises your favourites , with detail. someone messed your order (let's imagine you just pointed at the option and that he wasn't there) i feel like he'd be ready to throw hands.

"Excuse me she asked for NO PICKLES"

I think it'd be really lovely to see him make an effort into becoming your personal translator to have an excuse to be at your side at all time❤️❤️

Side plate : i think you'd watch him sometimes when he practices and you clap for him from the sidelines , and it boosts his ego and melts his heart. And if you know how to play you'd have some frequent football sessions togsther 🫶🫶

Hyori Yo :

Alright let's see , the cutie patootie (looks are decieving this mf is a sadist ahem) is quite attentive to your situation.

First of all he does NOT hesitate to start learning sign language , he has too much time to spare so he spends it trying to learn how to communicate with you , no matter the way.

So im picturing this , videocalling you to have some convos as he tells you about his day and asks you tell him back and he tries to understand as a form of practice.

And at the same time he voices out his stuggles about his learning process and shows you what he learned so far.💙💙🤏

I believe sometime he'd invite you over so he introduces you to football if you're interesyed in learning , telling you the rules , showing you some famous matches and players and events..etc

Or if you already know or a footballer you'd have some conversations about diffeent opinions in football so you get to express youself comfortably about a topic you enjoy.

Again , would encourage you (if comfy) to voice out your opinions and thoughts in any way to make sure you always feel heard.

Otoya Eita :

Well....i would say , at first , when you're not really close i don't think he'd pay any attention to it and he would be slightly irritated when you try to say something in sign language or by gesture and he doesn't understand (sorry if ooc)

He'd treat you like any other side girl he had , but slowly and over time , he'd grow interested in you and how you talk. If you guys grow closer , he would probably get out of his way to try and learn sign language for your sake and try to understand you a little further.

And let me tell you , it's one hell of a slow burn

But eventually , if you're really important to him , if you're diffrent , he's willing to give it some extra effort so he can listen to you ramble with that adorable smile on your face.

I feel like i mischaractarized them so bad omg im so sorry everyone....

Anyway , thank you so much for reading and feel free to submit any request

But again , i appologise for taking so long to do requests :'( im trying my best with writer's block although im free pretty much all the time.

another sunny day — i. rin

handcuffed together + matchmaking gone wrong

synopsis. rin doesn't get how his "friends" can come up with such insane ideas. like, seriously. or: blue lock tries to play matchmaker with a flustered loser and their terribly unfriendly teammate.

wc. ~1.1k

— for @jenoutof10 🤞 | event masterlist ✉️

"don't be mad, but..."

rin's eye twitches.

4 words. 4 measly words is all it takes for his blood pressure to start rising. that, and the fact that isagi can't meet his bloodthirsty gaze.

in all the time that he's had the displeasure of knowing these morons, he's come to know one simple fact: nothing good ever happens when they break news starting with 'don't be mad'.

before his teammates can even get a chance to explain further, rin interjects.

"you lost it, didn't you? you fucking lost it."

bachira's lips just press into a thin line, mischief missing from his expression where it usually permanently dances. now, he just looks utterly terrified and a little guilty.

"hey, but there are worse people to be cuffed to!" bachira nervously states. and at that, all eyes land on you.

you'd been hoping that maybe rin's temperment would have drawn all attention away from you right now—that they at least wouldn't have to witness the absolute despair in your face realizing you've been cuffed to your long-term crush for an indefinite amount of time.

but their eyes are heavy on you, trying to scrutinize your reaction. you want nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

the chains connecting you jingle impossibly loud as silence fills the room. you flounder slightly, caught off guard by the collective weight of everyone's eyes, and rin seems to understand how dire your situation is. he quickly gathers everyone's attention back to himself.

"you all better crawl on your hands and knees until you find that fucking key."

to think that an entire group of people could have gone through with something so stupid—rin doesn't get how his "friends" can come up with such insane ideas. like, seriously. handcuffing the two of you together as a last ditch attempt to solve the last puzzle of their escape room? he would probably be laughing at their idiocy if he wasn't the one locked to your side right now.

and why him, of all people? was it so obvious that he was maybe, kind of, sort of a little into you? no, impossible. he's incredibly good at hiding his feelings for you, so much that he's completely stone-faced while you're busy panicking beside him.

what should have been an innocent team-building exercise put together by their calm and collected manager has suddenly turned you into a blithering fool and him into a cranky asshole.

he'd always had suspicions that you'd liked him, never able to look him straight in the eye without fidgeting and messaging him out of the blue for seemingly insignificant reasons. ("did you try the new garigari-kun flavour?" or "i saw this cat that reminded me of you," and even "did you eat dinner yet?")

if you had told his teammates, you made a grave error. a fatal mistake. because they were all half-wits who would want nothing more than to try playing cupid, and he knows that only they could come up with a plan so stupid and still claim it to be foolproof.

frantically searching for the key, they get to work scouring the floor and drawers—anywhere they could have left it in the last twenty minutes. he takes the opportunity to focus on his breathing, as his therapist had advised him to do when he was feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"you okay?" rin asks quietly, lathering a hand down his face in exasperation. you hum nervously, clutching yourself instinctively. it draws his hand closer to your body but he doesn't mention it, instead letting it dangle limply in front of you. the warmth emanating from you makes him realize just how frazzled you are.

he decides he should guide you to the next room where it's quieter, all the puzzles already solved and abandoned. he sits you down on the sofa, standing in front of you with your hands connected in the middle.

"what if we're locked together forever?" you murmur.

rin looks at you in confusion, perplexed by your sudden loss of functioning brain cells. you were always so rational, it's strange to see you so...

you meet his intense stare and the rest of his train of thought derails into a disastrous dumpster fire.

"i... don't think that'll happen."

"but what if we are?"

"there are worse people i could be locked to."

silence suffocates you. rin blinks at you, but doesn't back down as you fumble over your own tongue.

"you think so?" you finally manage out.

god almighty, you need to break this eye contact before he shrivels up and dies. okay, so maybe his feelings for you aren't entirely miniscule, but that doesn't mean he's going to get any enjoyment out of this.

he scoffs, gesturing to the next room. "at least it's you and not them."

you sputter in embarrassment, hand yanking toward your face as you try and cover your cheeks with your palms. his hand follows, nearly smacking you in the nose but you don't seem to care or even notice.

he slowly seats himself beside you, dragging your conjoined hands back between your bodies and settling on the couch.

"i hate this," you admit. "it feels claustrophobic."

rin knows exactly what you mean. your hand is inches away from being in his—he can hardly breathe. he would rather eat natto every day for the rest of his life than come to terms with that, though, so instead he just sneers at you funny.

"you have claustrophobia?"

"i just mean that we're so close right now."

"so?"

you gulp loudly. "and—" you sigh, breaths shaking. "well, you're sort of right. i guess it could be worse."

"...you're weird," he tells you.

your lips quirk up into a tiny smile, so small that he would have missed it if he weren't chained to your side right now. for a moment, he almost forgets all about why he's even in this situation in the first place.

"sorry," you stammer, fingers fumbling around with the hem of your sweater. "i hope they find that key soon."

he stares at you for a few more seconds, tries to trace the outline of your face with his eyes and memorize the curve of your smile.

"yeah," he lies. "me too."

("is it working?"

"i don't know, i can't hear them!"

"shh," chigiri hisses. "i'm trying to listen!"

rin puts his head into his hands at their volume, bringing your hand along with his motion. he glares in their direction, catching a glimpse of his team stacked on top of each other as they peer into the room.

"idiots..." he mutters. you look at him, puzzled. "i'm surrounded by idiots.")

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

Softie

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Hiori Yo x Reader Prompt: Introverted, slightly awkward reader, and a kind, friendly pretty boy. They surely wont develop a soft spot for him. A/N: Im gonna make a 2. to this. The concept is just too cute! <3 The 2 of them are defo gonna get teased tehe

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You were currently sitting in the dining hall, mindlessly eating your food. Though you were seated together with some of your friends, you didnt have the mental energy in you to talk at the current moment. So, you opted to peacefully eat your meal instead.

Thankfully, it was good. You definitely couldnt have taken one more reason.

Manshine City training had exhausted you, physically, mentally, maybe even psychologically.

Just kidding.

You always were a tad bit of a dramatic person. With over exaggerated complaints about anything and everything, to your mannerisms.

Though, you only showed that side of yourself to those you were comfortable with. Most of the time, you were pretty introverted. And a tad bit awkward.

Avoiding of eye contact, a blunt way of speaking, and a naturally intimidating face to top it all off. It was no surprise you wwre dubbed ‘the ice ruler’. Though, you found it amusing.

And so did your friends. The few youd made, seemed to enjoy teasing you about your unintentionally ‘icy’ demeanor.

Back in the present, you sighed as you were brought out of your train of thought. Again.

Whatever Bachira was talking about, it certainly wasnt normal, that was for sure. Something about kangaroos having three vaginas? You could only deadpan at the boy.

Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared a distance away. A boy, whom youd never seen before, was walking into the dining hall.

Oh god.

His soft, cyan hair had made him stand out to you, for sure. But his face..

You were annoyed at the fact that you felt your heart pick up pace slightly, ears tinging the smallest bit. ‘The hell’s wrong with me..’ you mentally scolded yourself.

Isagi, being the naturally observant person he was, glanced at your tinged face. ‘Y/n, you alright?’ He asked curiously.

At the question directed towards you, the other three turned their heads to look at you curiously too, wondering what Isagi was talking about.

You peered back in the direction behind Bachiras head, where youd spotted him. You sighed under your breath when you noticed he was no longer there. And yet, beneath that relief..

Why was there dissapointment?

You scoffed at yourself, before waving Isagi off casually.

‘Im fine, dont worry.’

You picked up your food tray, nodding at the rest in acknowledgment as you walked back to your dorm for the night.

‘How weird..’

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A few days of more torturous training, (not to mention the fact that part of your mind kept going back to him), and youd finally gotten some free time.

Put in a good mood, you strolled to the screening room with a slight pip in your step.

You were hoping to rewatch some of the matches, specifically the ones youd played in. Just to see if there were any areas you could improve on.

Oh who were you kidding. The real reason you were going to rewatch the matches? Because it was entertaining, duh. The fact that you could observe your own playstyle and improve was just a bonus.

Walking in through the door, you werent surprised when you spotted Isagi, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.

What did surprise you however, was when you saw the same cyan haired boy from a few days prior.

His bright eyes were the same shade as his hair, and you felt the heat rush to your face at the sight of his small, but soft smile.

The boy gave off a kind, and friendly vibe. Funny, considering it was the complete opposite of yours.

Isagi spoke with a smile, gesturing to the boy beside him. ‘Ah, y/n! I assume you havent met Hiori yet?’

‘Hiori, huh? What a cute name.’ You thought, before you mentally slapped yourself.

Hiori continued to smile gently, blinding you with his charm. You mentally felt like a vampire being dramatically burned from the sun.

‘No, we havent.’ Hiori shook his head.

The boy stood up, before walking closer over to you. The distance between you both was nothing to speciap, and yet, as he stood directly infront of you, you tried your best to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

With a hand outstretched, Hiori spoke gently. ‘M’ Hiori Yo, nice to meet you.’

You look at him for a moment, before breaking a small smile of your own. You shook his hand in return, relishing in how soft his hands were for someone who played such a rough sport.

‘Y/n l/n, nice to meet you too.’ You spoke, an almost unidentifiable softness on your face. Almost. But not for Isagi Yoichi.

As he watched the two of you greet each other, each with soft smiles and already comfortable demeanors, he couldnt help the knowing, shit-eating grin creeping its way onto his face.

In all the time he’d spent with you as a teammate and friend, he was sure he had never seen that expression on your face. One that wasnt akin to your usual introverted, and sometimes sarcastic demeanor. Were you really not aware of the fact you were softening around the other boy?

Hiori even seemed more comfortable with you. More so than the typical friendliness he treated everyone with.

As the two of you conversed, Isagi noticed the small smile on your face. Oh, he was for sure going to tease you about this whole situation. Even if you werent aware of it.

As you got up, waving goodbye to the two and walking back to your dorm, Isagi looked ahead with a knowing smirk on his face as he chuckled to himself.

Hiori glanced to the boy, curious, and slightly confused. ‘What is it?’

Isagi shook his head, continuing to scheme. ‘Nothing, really.’

‘Nothing at all..’

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"That's Certain!" m.reo

; in which you encourage your friend, reo, that he will win the world cup!

this is my first post here in Tumblr that’s about blue lock characters, i hope you guys enjoy this :]]

warning(s): grammatical errors might be present (english is not my first language), nothing much, maybe ooc reo for this one :]]

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“so, are you going to attend that special training thing?” reo picks up the envelope and glanced over you “you mean this? yeah, ‘was planning to join in with nagi. though, it looks kinda sketchy” he placed it back down on his drawer and turned his full attention towards you.

“ 'that so? i think it’ll be a great opportunity for you.. you like soccer right?” he hummed, eyeing every move you make as you were laying on his bed as if its yours “well, im going to test out me and nagi’s soccer in this training camp. don’t get me wrong, im already quite confident that we’re the best as what we currently are”

he walked over to where you’re at and sat on the side of the bed “my parents told me to give up on soccer.” he frowned “they want me to be the heir of their company and give up on my dreams." 

even though your back was facing reo, you can feel that he’s upset. it was sort of rare for him to actually work hard to get what he wants.

since you guys were little, reo gets whatever he wants with a snap of a finger. he has been always served on a silver plate, so when his parents denied his desire to win the world cup, it made him upset. with this information in mind, you hummed

"you haven’t answered me, reo” he glanced at his shoulders “huh?”

“you like soccer, right?” reo nodded, even though you can’t see him

“then that settles it, you go to that training camp and come back with the world cup trophy in your hands” you stretched your arms and laid on your stomach “who cares what everyone says? you liking soccer should be enough to ensure your victory of getting that trophy!” you shifted comfortably on the bed, getting sleepy because of how soft it is.

“you’ll win the world cup, That’s Certain!" 

the room fell silence. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, no. it was more of a calming silence if you put it that way. reo stared at the back of your head, eyes growing wide as he heard your little encouraging speech.

he grabbed on your shoulder and rolled you over until you were facing him

"reo?” you tiredly stared at his purple orbs, shoulder touching his hip as he looks at you.

“you really have an impact on me” he slowly smiled at you, placing a hand on your head to play with your hair. confused, you wondered why your body reacted weirdly because of this, you feel so warm and fuzzy under his oddly satisfying touch.

“ 'better stay adorable once i get back from this training, okay?” was the last thing you heard before dozing off

guys you're so funny

forever

pairing: mikage reo x gn reader content: fluff to angst wc: 0.9k event: @https-true-egoist's 'love me not' valentines collab

You woke up to darkness. Various thoughts scrambled around in your head. They were in a rush, as if they'd woken up late, and they kept bumping into each other in the process.

When they finally came together, they reminded you of the delightful day you'd had yesterday.

You sprang up in excitement, then immediately laid back down, your giddiness and racing heart making you dizzy.

You shot Reo a quick good morning text, telling him you'd be opening his gifts soon.

Throughout your relationship, Reo had shown he was the type of partner to go all out. From buying you presents, cooking for you, helping you clean, and consoling you when you felt down; he'd been there for you in every way he could. He promised he would forever.

You didn't believe him at first. Nothing lasts forever. Maybe you'd be together for a long, long time, but forever? It was incomprehensible, like infinity. How could he promise you something that couldn't be understood?

But Reo turned it into something you could grasp. Like your favourite teacher would, he explained it at a pace suited for you, paying attention to your reactions and slowing down when he thought you needed some time to process.

'forever'

You started to see it as a beautiful concept. You even began to believe you and Reo would last that long, however long it may be.

It seemed everything he did only solidified that belief.

Yesterday, for Valentine's Day, Reo had snuck into your apartment to make you breakfast. He cooked up your favourite dish and served you with a dazzling smile, telling you to get ready for a day you'd never forget.

He drove you around town, calling it a drive down memory lane. You went from place to place, reminiscing and gathering memorabilia of previous dates. He'd put all the gifts in a woven basket and asked you to open it the next day.

Your favourite gift was the teddy bear. Reo had insisted it be the opposite of the one you two had made together—green instead of red, with a matching bow tie around its neck.

A warmth spread from your chest at the sight of the gift basket, covered in translucent pink plastic and decorated with hearts and ribbons. You grabbed it and sat down, plastic crinkling as you pulled it off, allowing a card to fall to the floor. A flap on its back piqued your interest.

"Goodbye," written in a beautiful calligraphic script.

Goodbye?

A nervous laugh slipped past your lips. What did he mean by 'goodbye'?

As you stared at the word, your confusion slowly melted into an uncomfortable panicky feeling.

You turned over the card, scanning over the "Happy Valentine's Day" on the cover and Reo's scrunched-up script inside. He'd tried to fit a lot within two pages, and it all seemed like compliments.

The goodbye must've been a joke, you convinced yourself.

You took a deep breath and started slowly reading from the beginning. Reo had written about his favourite memories with you, the habits you had that made him smile, the times you'd taken care of him when he hadn't been well and that he appreciated everything you did for him.

As you neared the end of the card, you let out a sigh of relief. Yeah, the goodbye must've been a joke.

Your mind half-soothed, you read through the rest. But as you came upon the last few lines, your heart dropped.

I'm sorry.

I loved you.

And on the back, hidden behind the flap you'd opened too early, goodbye.

How long? was the first question to pop into your head. How long had he been pretending? He loved you, past tense.

He'd loved you and he'd left you.

He'd left you with so many gifts to remind you of him. Did he realise how much that would hurt? Did he realise he was stabbing you in the back, then twisting the knife?

Your mind and your heart raced, jostling with each other, trying to figure out what you were feeling, trying to figure out some sort of logic to your situation.

You grabbed for your phone, wanting to text Reo, though you had no idea what you would say. With shaky hands, you typed out a message asking if you could talk.

Message not delivered

Your stomach churned.

Exiting your texts only made you feel worse.

Reo stared back at you from your home screen, wearing a sweater you'd gifted him. It looked great on him, but the word scrawled across the front dug claws into your heart.

'forever'

Where had those promises gone? What did Reo suddenly not like anymore? He was the one who'd made those promises. He was the one who'd worked so hard to have you believe him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks onto your phone screen. You had to fight the urge to throw the damn thing to the floor.

Reo's laugh mocked you, the word on his sweater making it all the more painful. They taunted you together, first from your screen and later that evening, when your tears had slowed.

A package arrived at your door. It contained everything you'd left at Reo's place, with the sweater placed on top.

'forever'

It meant nothing to you.

a/n: happy valentine's day!

Opposites Attract

Blue Lock boys having a s/o that are considered to be their opposite

Characters: Kunigami, Rin, Reo, Bachira, Kaiser x gn!reader

Kunigami Rensuke

Your personality: You can be pretty shy and given how you present yourself, people have a tendency to look down on you both figuratively and/or physically.

Why you like him: You felt protected but never did you feel like you were a piece of property. You were an independent person. He just wanted to help you out even if you didn't know it. Someone mocking you behind your back? His large statute just appears behind them like a grim reaper. He always has your back in a supportive manner.

Why he likes you: There were rare times where you spoke up for yourself. The first time he saw that he had a newfound admiration for you. The ability to stand up despite the fear is true courage. Even he was scared of you when you got serious. But he's seen you work twice as hard to get what you wanted and inspired him to do the same.

Itoshi Rin

Your personality: You're incredibly nice to the point where you would offer help to your worst enemy with a smile on your face. A classic sunshine x grumpy type of image.

Why you like him: Even though you did like helping people and always gave them the benefit of the doubt, it wasn't like you couldn't get upset. You had off days too. People expecting you to do everything with a smile on your face can have a lot of pressure added on to your daily life. With Rin however he'll gladly tell that lazy manager of yours to fuck off if they call you in on your one day off in the week. Rin was the type to tell people how it is and doesn't expect anything from you just because you do it for others. Your kindness is a gift and if anyone takes advantage of that, they'll have to deal with him.

Why he likes you: Quite frankly, he did find you annoying at first. You were willing to help others at your own cost that it never made sense how you couldn't just explode. But you were the only person that noticed when he was sick and refusing to rest. You were the only person to offer your lecture notes after missing so many classes. And the only person he could call when he was frustrated at practice. You were genuine with your kindness with no expectations to return it. He wanted to return it to you because it's what you deserve.

Mikage Reo

Your personality: A regular minimum wage worker with no solid guess as to what you're going to do in the future.

Why you like him: No it was not because of his money. He had learned that pretty early on when you rejected his presents for the fifth time in the first week you guys started dating. No, what you liked about him was that he always strived to get what he wanted. Everything to him was obtainable because he didn't see setbacks as setbacks. Just mini obstacles for him to overcome in the long run. He may be considered to be in a "different world" to you but it simply wasn't that way. You felt that you were on the same playing field even if others didn't.

Why he likes you: It was the tiny things that he never thought about that you showed him. It was that you weren't tied down to one plan. You were free and always had a new perspective to what he thought he knew. Plain cup ramen? Add on some vegetables, regular cupboard seasonings, and a cooked egg on top. Gourmet meal. You may not know what you want in the future but you are going at your own pace. That's all that matters. Whatever comes your way, whenever you find your calling he knows you'll do it with everything you have.

Bachira Meguru

Your personality: Someone with a realistic "in the box" mindset. You make decisions based on logic and what will yield the best results rather than on a gut feeling.

Why you like him: With Bachira you never have a dull day. Though you had a lot of questions about how he could function the way he was, you find yourself enjoying yourself more times than not. He introduced you to parts of the town you never knew existed. Experience once in a lifetime opportunities. Had thousands of stories to tell. You loved to watch him as he did his own thing because he was his person and life was too short to be full of doubt all the time.

Why he likes you: You kept Bachira grounded. Even sunshines have cloudy days. As crazy as his life can get, you were stable. The lightning rod that can brave itself through any storm. Your realistic mindset can be boring at times but you didn't change for anyone. You don't get swayed by anything without knowing that's the route you want to take. You lived in a safe space that welcomed him no matter what.

Kaiser Michael

Your personality: You were the kind of person that was more along the lines of jack of all trades, master of none. As far back as you remember you didn't have any special talents or skills that you just go about like a regular person.

Why you like him: Though his cockiness can get a bit much at times, you have to admit, he was one of the top players in the world. He made it look easy. What people didn't know was the countless hours he put into his craft. Training his body in every way from exercises to diet, researching his opponents, coming up with new strategies both on and off the field, etc. He knew what he knew and you couldn't hate that he did everything he could to polish it. To be honest there were times you felt jealous that he could shine so brightly.

Why he likes you: You may consider yourself nothing special because you weren't top class of anything but you had more skills than Kaiser could ever think of having. You weren't a pro-sewist but you could stich up his ripped jersey. A top chef in a restaurant, no, instead you made simple, healthy, home made meals that were equally delicious. Average didn't mean boring. It meant that you knew what you knew and it was enough for the both of you.

for you, i’ll make an exception

pairing(s): sick!nagi seishiro x germaphobic!male reader

summary: nagi gets a fever, even though you’re deathly afraid of the possibility of getting sick, you decide to suck it up and help nagi.

warnings: bit of internalized homophobia (not a lot, just hesitating to kiss nagi cause he’s a boy)

a/n: first tumblr post, hope it's good! i love the sickfic trope, so i decided to do it for my first post. also, i didn’t proof read this so sorry if it’s bad. enjoy :))

you started noticing that nagi has been sluggish lately, really sluggish, like more than usual. it's to the point where it has you worried. you were thinking of the possibilities of this newfound sluggishness, you didn't like to think it, but what if he was sick? the thought made you squeamish, what if you got sick too? it made your mind race.

when class ended, you decided to approach him. "hey, nagi?" you asked. "hmm?" nagi replied lazily. "are you, uh, good?"you waited for his response, but it looked like he could barely keep his eyes open. "...tired" he responded before yawning. "guess you always are..." you muttered. "are you sure there's nothing wrong?" you decided to take another shot. "yeah, i guess. think i might have a fever though..." you just stared at him. your worst fears just settled in. fever? that's even worse than a cold? you could get sick just by standing here! by even breathing near him! you were silently panicking before you took a look at nagi and realized that he was actually really unwell. something in your heart softened a bit, maybe you'd made an exception...

the next day, nagi didn't show up. but why? was it the fever? or was he just too lazy to get out of bed? you decided to make a visit once school was over. the thought of helping him was a bit sickening…you washed your hands several times from the thought.

when the school day was over, you went over to his apartment. of course, prepared with hand sanitizer, a mask, and some gloves. you felt light headed from even touching the door. ‘i’m touching what a sick person touched…’ you thought several times over. you knocked, one, two, three times. no response…you thought of turning back and just forgetting about this. but the thought of nagi being sick changed your mind. you opened the door, then immediately put on hand sanitizer. it was cluttered, things were sprawled out on the floor, there was dust. all this was a nightmare, but you decided to keep on going, for nagi.

“nagi? hello? you in there?” it was only met with a dry cough. you started seriously regretting this…getting sick or helping nagi? what would it be? the thought made your head hurt. there were pros of helping out nagi than there were cons of getting sick…so that’s what you decided to do.

you walked in his room, holding the mask in your hand just in case. his room was just as messy as the outside. you’d definitely have a cleaning session with him. “l/n…?” nagi weakly called out. “yeah, it’s me. you good?” you said softly. “don’t feel well…can’t play games…” he sighed, he almost had a pouty look. it was adorable. you had a bit of sympathy for him. “cold…” nagi shivered a bit and he reached for your jacket. “hey! i might have to burn that now since you contaminated it!” you quickly wanted to take back what you said, it was kinda jerkish… “fine. you can have my jacket. just wash it, ‘kay?” you said reluctantly. “…’kay” then you lended him the jacket.

“smells like you…” he said before having a coughing fit. you wanted to jolt back, but something inside you just…didn’t. you felt a blush creep up your face. “huh? don’t say that sorta stuff, nagi! just rest up a bit and don’t talk…i’ll get you some soup.” you remarked. “fine by me…” nagi yawned again

you walked in with a bowl of soup and a cold compress. “cmon, sit up i got your soup” you sighed. “huh? but i don’t wanna get up…feed me…” he pouted. “seriously? you aren’t 5.” you rolled your eyes at this. but it was a bit adorable, in its own way. “help me sit up…” nagi looked at you. “uh…” you hesitated a bit…touching a sick person? and you just had to leave your gloves in the kitchen…but it was nagi…fine, you decided to settle on helping him. you took your hand out, before hesitating a bit, then held his hand to help him up.

“your hands are sweaty…” nagi bluntly stated. “oh shut up and let me help you” you snapped back softly. you held back the feeling to wash your hands. gross, gross, gross. your mouth felt dry and you felt yourself sweat a bit. you started feeding him the soup. “yum…you’re a good cook l/n” nagi ate the soup happily. “thanks, wasn’t anything special though…” you blushed a little.

there was a brief moment of silence, it was awkward and the only thing you could feel was your heart pounding. was it from the fear of getting sick? or was it him…? that was a stupid idea… you were stuck in your thoughts before nagi broke the silence. “i’m sorry i made you come here…i know you much you hate getting sick…” he said softly, you could tell he felt bad. “oh, uh, don’t worry ‘bout it. for you, i’ll make an exception.” you kept feeding him the soup.

after a bit you grabbed the cold compress, leaned forward and put it to his head. it was then you realized you two were pretty damn close. maybe if you leaned a bit more forward… no, it was wrong. he was sick, and you were both guys… but the urge was driving you crazy. you shook your head and went back to your senses.

nagi ate all the soup, which was surprising since he didn’t normally have the motivation to even eat at all. you were about to get up when you felt a hand tug at your shirt. “stay with me…” you blushed hard. ‘you can’t just keep playing with my feelings like this…’ you thought. “…fine” you said reluctantly before sitting down at his desk again. “in bed…” nagi muttered. “what?” you asked, what was he saying? “in bed, with me…” nagi muttered again. was he seriously saying what you thought he was saying? “you want me to lay in bed with you?” your face flushed all sorts of crimson. “mhm…” nagi nodded slowly. “first you want my jacket and now you want me to lay with you?” you put your hands on your hips. “yeah…will you not do it?” nagi looked up at you with a pouty expression. “I— uh— fine.” you gave in, you got in bed with him and pulled the covers over you two.

“warm…” you felt him cuddle up to you and lay on your chest. “hey—” you tried to protest, but then you realized he was already asleep. you chuckles and smiled softly. “good night, nagi. sweet dreams” you whispered before kissing his forehead.

rin x male coded reader (reader is implied to be part of blue lock)

itoshi rin, who is living his football dream in real-time. itoshi rin, who is the definition of unapproachable. itoshi rin, who has captivated you, but clearly doesn't need you. itoshi rin, who is hopelessly in love with your smile. itoshi rin, who wouldn't dare say a thing.

"nice pass," he says, the closest can come to praise.

"nice goal, rin, that was insane," you reply, giving him a smile. he freezes in place for a moment, as if he glitched.

"thanks. give me another pass like that one."

you're probably reading too far into it -- but by god, rin wants you to read too far into it. the way his tone sounds almost more like a request than a demand. the way there's a spark of something behind his words. the way his turquoise eyes and resting bitch face are practically begging you to pass to him and him alone... to love him, and him alone.

itoshi rin, who hardly considers the match's results to be fruits of his own efforts. itoshi rin, who asks you to practice with him that night, embarrassed by how similar it feels to begging. itoshi rin, who pushes through exhaustion to spend a few more precious minutes with you.

you pass, he shoots, the blue lock man (useless creature) fails to stop the ball, and rin "scores." and you do it again and again and again, each pass sloppier and each shot less accurate as exhaustion seeps in. but it's worth it, in rin's mind, so very worth it.

"those were good passes," rin says, "i like you."

the words slip right out of his mouth before he can stop himself and realize how ridiculous and nonsensical he sounded. the words threaten to go in one ear and out the other before you really realize what he just said. no, it wasn't a mistake.

"i guess i'll keep passing like that, then?"

"not even passing. just... being. keep being like that." his sentences don't come out how he wants them to, and he finds it so stupid how his heart is racing and his hands are shaking. he's made this worse, hasn't he?

"rin, is this... is this a confession?"

having hope feels stupid. it probably is stupid. rin seems perfectly happy in his grumpy little soccer world. you seem perfectly happy in your little soccer world.

right?

he denies that it's a confession, but the blush in his cheeks betrays him. it's no secret - this is definitely a confession.

itoshi rin, who is the unrivaled king of pining. itoshi rin, who has finally fallen and let himself fall. itoshi rin, who is infinitely happier now that he has you.

gay.

CUTESYYYY

*♡∞:｡.｡ Just a Nap ｡.｡:∞♡*

➶ bllk's Sae, Kaiser, Rin, and Shidou and their goofy selves try to make you prove your love

➶ they fake sleep and you carry them back to bed

➶ poll results. cw: cussing. insults. implied fem reader

𓅪 first bllk fic lesgoo

𓅪 this took three polls. THREE.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Sae Itoshi's

Each tick of the clock, each breath from your lips, each blink of your eye— you watched Sae's sleeping presence. He looked so peaceful you didn't dare disturb him, no matter how much of a trouble maker you were to him. There was something so off and comforting about his shallow breaths, in comparison to his usual stoic attitude, the one that pushes you away. But you stay anyway.

And he thinks he's such a little trickster.

Sae's eyelids flutter to to take a peek at what you were doing, his breathing shallow and soft to make the act convincing. Of course he's fake sleeping. He would never fall asleep in front of you.

He flinches. No, he doesn't jump, but he internally flinches when you attempt to stand him up from the couch, his one arm flung over your shoulder. It was one hell of a movie night, but every movie you watched was plain trash.

He could've spent the night practicing, yeah, but who was he to turn you down? All that's in his head now is fuck, fuck, fuck, I need to wake up—

— but everything's too good. He needs to know what happens next.

You struggled to lift him up. What was he, double your weight? You were tiny compared to this man, what the hell were you thinking trying to get him up? With a groan, you stand up, your weak knees trembling as you lift one side of his body, the other side hanging. But you notice he was on his feet. Maybe it was a reflex.

"Alrighty, let's get ya to bed," You say more to yourself than to him, each step excrutiatingly slow. Slow and shaky, your breath more ragged than his. Why were you even putting in this much effort?Effort wasted. Because you throw him onto the bed, hands on your knees as you panted. You thought he was a light sleeper, initially.

Vulnerability wasn't something he usually showed, yet here he was now, spread eagle on his twin-sized bed, hair in his face and his arm red from your tight hold. You did have a harder time.

And that's why you hated, hated him for opening his left eye, and he had his lips in a smug little smirk, that shitty bastard. You grumbled, throwing a pillow at him.

"What's wrong? You're surprisingly strong, y'know," He remarks, sitting up to fix his hair. Sae ran his fingers through the magenta strands, his eyes looking tired but accomplished.

"Lose some weight so I can carry you next time." You muttered angrily, sulky as you sat on the edge of his bed. "There's a next time?" He slips himself down the bed to sit next to you, gauging your reaction. And that goddamn smirk is still on his face, to the point where it seems his eyes are smirking, his ears are smirking, his cheeks, too. So annoying.

"Hopefully..."

"Not,"

"Yes,"

"No,"

"..."

"Fine." He eventually sighs. "I'll come over again, pendejo."

Michael Kaiser's

It was the first time you ever saw him asleep. Of course you wouldn't know this grown ass man still takes naps in the afternoon. The sun was up and blazing, glazing its color on Kaiser's undershirt, his muscles bare and exposed. You've never seen him like this, vulnerable, not teasing you, not absolutely annoying you. It was comforting in a way.

But Kaiser thinks he's such a clever man. He stifles a laugh, sensing how you're admiring his sleeping form, his fake sleeping form. He's supposed to be practicing with some people today, but he chooses to mess with you over anything else. It's just how he shows his love.

So it surprises him, really, when you start to stand up and grab his waist and back, supporting his body as much as you could. Were you really going to take him to his room? He lets out an audible groan, but keeps his eyes closed for convincing effect.

With every step you take, he drags his feet across the wooden floor, your grunts loud and strained. Why does he have to be so heavy?

You immediately let go of Kaiser once he was in his room, collapsing the supposedly sleeping body on the mattress.

Then this jerk starts laughing. Boisterously. Disturbingly. Honestly, you feel so shocked that you could only blink slowly and process everything that's happening, the man you thought was sleeping was laughing so hard it pisses you off.

"Jerk!" You exclaim. "Oh, you're such a comedian! You really do love me!" He says, sitting up to see that reaction he found so cute. "I was helping you, fucking bastard,"

"That's me," He says confidently, flexing his bicep. And it annoys you.

"Now, if you excuse me, I got to practice," He stands up, getting dizzy at the sudden adjustment. But before he even leaves, he wobbles to the drawer unexpectedly, pulling out a face towel with cute rubber ducks on it. "Here, saviour. For your sweat."

"I really can't tell if you're trying to be nice or pissing me off," You groan, wiping your forehead and your sweaty neck.

He looks at you with some sort of... admiration, in his eyes. And he laughs again, softer and more genuine this time. "I think you should come watch me practice." You roll your eyes. "After I tore all my muscles carrying you? You wish, asshole,"

Kaiser's never felt this way. Why was he finding your anger so cute? He puts on his jersey for practice, his long hair getting snugly stuck underneath the neckline. So you go and untuck it, getting dangerously close to this man.

Yeah. He thinks he's in love.

"You're so damn small, it must have been a miracle when you carried me here," He whispers. Kaiser doesn't whisper. He yells. A lot.

"Miracle, me?"

"... Yeah, you."

Rin Itoshi's

One turn of a head, and he's fast asleep? That was so unlikely of him, you think. Because, you're talking about Rin Itoshi here, asleep, beside you, so close you could feel the faint pitter patter of his heart and the even fainter breath. So deep into that slumber you felt bad even thinking of waking the striker up.And he doesn't usually mess with people.

But he wants to see that reaction that he finds ever-so-slightly, cute. When you scrunch up your nose in frustion, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyelids low. He loves it. It's one of the only things he finds himself looking for in every living moment he spends. But he doesn't quite know why, why he adores your long hair and every curve of your body he longs to touch.

He's cute, too. But Rin doesn't know that. Only you do. Or, at least, you're convinced you're his biggest fan, his best-est friend, or even something along the lines of.

That's why— he's currently trying to peek at you, while also trying to keep pretending he's asleep. Oh! He shuts his eyes tightly, once you turn to look at him. No, no, if he gets caught without saying it himself, it'll be embarrassing. So maybe... maybe he should just come clean already, and—

Panic, panic, panic.

You can hear his breath hitch softly and his eyelashes flutter faintly. Maybe he just does that. You take him by the arm, throwing it around your neck and over your shoulder to take him to his room, to let the pretty boy fall asleep. And oh, how you struggled.

But Rin thinks he's struggling more, trying desperately to stop himself from getting too flustered at the proximity he didn't expect. He makes himself lighter so you didn't have a harder time. He'd usually weigh himself down purposefully, or not fake sleep at all, but he found himself acting different around you.

Not too different. Only... less indifferent. You were more tolerable than the rest.

So once he plops down onto the bed, free from your helping grip, he feels this longing. This yearning. Your touch was too much for him, and now he wants more and more and more. You begin walking away, deciding to let him sleep, but—

"Sorry." Your head snaps in his direction. You'd almost gotten whiplash.

"Huh?! What happened to your sleeping ass?" Still half-lidded, Rin fiddles with the hem of his sweater, avoiding all form of eye contact with you. He just tricked you. And he was guilty. So unlike him. "I wasn't asleep."

You cross your arms with a smirk on your face, oh you knew well. That look on his cute face says it all, that he enjoyed how you were nice enough to accompany his heavy weight up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"You act better than I thought," You tell him. He just hums in agreement, coming back to his original attitude.

"Little trickster."

And when he looks up at you— oh, you think you're about to fold.

"I know."

Ryusei Shidou's

He's snoring loudly, smiliarly to an old man. Damn this boy. Was he serious or was he serious? You think it's very Ryusei Shidou of Ryusei to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation, because not even ten minutes into the topic of leopards, he's passed out, his head facing the side. No wonder the idiot's snoring.

But it's all an act.

Ryusei is wide awake. He may have underestimated how hard closing his eyes for more than a milisecond was, but he is more than determined to see if you'd kiss him with a true love's kiss. Like a fucking Disney princess.

You groaned, standing up with your hands on your hips. You theorize that he's fake sleeping, since there's a goddamned smirk on his face, but you believe it anyway. "Holy shit, you fell asleep, you asshole." With a sigh, you decide to snap a photo of him before deciding to be a nicer bitch for once.

He accidentally opens his eyes and groans when you start lifting him up, but closes them tightly as to keep the act up. Where were you taking him? Upstairs? Ryusei hears your grunts as you desperately try to grab him. He falls back on you anyway, his back pressing against your chest and tensing up. Not like you felt it.

"Alrighty, here we go," This man is eighty percent muscle mass, and you were attempting to carry him?

Get this, he was so comfortable despite your struggle, that he actually falls asleep. For what seems like a mere split second, his breath shallows and his snores get quieter, and his muscles relax on you. You're confused.

The floorboards creak with every step you took, dragging the blonde by his waist weakly. Maybe if he didn't go to the gym so much. With a grunt, you throw him on the bed feeling strained as hell. "Fuck you, honestly."

Walking to the edge of the bed, you pull out your phone to see the picture, and there's this laughter. His laughter. You sigh as you shake your head, knowing your first thought was right after all. He wasn't really sleeping.

"What? Had a hard time?" Ryusei teases, the volume of his laughter baffling you. "Shut up."

"No, no, I'll sleep, I'll sleep," He makes a snoring sound again, but not before laughing his ass off. You're extremely annoyed. You regret being nice. But, you have to admit it, his laugh did bring a smile to your face, in some weird way.

He sits up to peek at your phone not-so-sneakily, chorting. "Ya even took my pic!"

You squeak, and find Ryusei immediately at your side, looking at his fakely asleep self on your phone. His hand is on your waist instinctively, as he stares with that smile, that grin you used to hate. But you love it now.

"You're so obsessed with me," He says. "You gonna make it a wallpaper like a lovesick simp?"

Turning your head and smirking, he blushes. Yeah, he might just be into every other girl, but you're the only one who made him blush that much.

"Maybe so,"

"... Fuck you."

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1. Nijisanji EN

2. Genshin impact

3. Honkai star rail

4. Tears of Themis

5. Obey me (both og and nightbringer)

6. Blue lock

7. JJK

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