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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THSI IS SO CUTE
✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO — furniture shopping for your new apartment is a lot harder than you expected it to be when your boyfriend insists on trying it out first.
ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! fluff, pro-football player nagi, he is just the sleepiest! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! oh how i have missed him :( my heart calls his name always <3
“sei! get up!” you hiss under your breathe as you watch your boyfriend nagi drop himself down onto another one of the display couches, letting his long legs stretch out infront of him as he relaxes into the cushions with a sigh.
“huh, why? i’m jus’ testing it out, gotta make sure it’s comfy.” his voice is a soft drawl already as he lets his eyes rest closed, snowy bangs falling over his features as you nudge at his feet with a pout.
“and is it? you’ve tested it now.” you grumble as you watch nagi tilt his head to the side slightly, shrugging his shoulders as he hums dreamily. it’s like he’s really considering his answer before his eyes peek open to cast you a sleepy glance.
“eh, yeah.. soooo comfy~ cmeer, try it out, angel.” he sighs as his arms reach for you, almost successfully grabbing at your hips before you step back out of his reach— causing the sleepy striker to send you a cute little frown before he falls back with a huff.
“but we still have so much to see seishiro.” you try to reason but you know nagi’s the hardest person to move when he gets comfy, casting a glance over your shoulder to make sure there’s not some employee on their way to kick you both out yet.
“ah, that sounds like such a pain, we can jus’ get this one.” he really was like a big baby, a 190cm pro-football player baby. his cheeks are puffed out as he pouts and he looks like he’s on the brink of falling asleep as he blinks up at you, reaching an arm out every few seconds to see if it’ll convince you to come closer.
“or i can just take u home if u don’t get up.” you hiss under your breath, opting for this route first over the actual cuddle route because you don’t wanna give into him too easily. just incase it really is that comfy.
“that’s even more bothersome. no fair, pretty thing.” nagi’s words are grumbled, a slight whine as he kicks one of his feet out and lets his hands shove into his pockets to pull out his phone. that’s when you know it just got real, watching him drop his phone into landscape and no doubt about to load up a video game— he really was getting comfortable.
“fine, sei! move over.” you finally give in, for your own sake— and the stores— because you really didn’t feel like being here all day.
“yay, you gotta cuddle me. wanna make sure we can nap here, see~” you let yourself rest down beside nagi as his arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you easily against his chest while his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
it really was a comfy couch, you admit as you really let yourself melt into the cushions, surrounded by your boyfriends body heat as he wraps himself around you. you give it a few moments, feeling yourself sink into a blissful sort of comfort before you realise you’re still in a store, and your snowy haired boyfriend has grown a little too quiet.. and heavy next to you as you nudge him.
“hey! don’t fall asleep, sei! get up!”
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Guys i love hiori
Quick drabble;;
→ Spamming
GN!Reader × Ft. Hiori Yo & Nagi Seishiro
Warnings — OOC characters[?], short drabble, fluff, take it as platonic or romantic[more of a friendly thingy], hint of reader being a gamer or smth. | YALL ITS MY FIRST TIME TRYING TO WRITE,, BARE W ME PLS. Sorry for grammar or any errors :0
[Y/u] = Your User
[F/g] = Favorite Game
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
[ NagiieS7 Is Online ! ]
NagiieS7: Stop spamming
YoHio_23: Can't.
NagiieS7: they won't b online for the whole day
YoHio_23: Ik ya idiot. But some1 have'ta game w me
YoHio_23: n' u def not goin to
NagiieS7: yeah
NagiieS7: s' a hassle
YoHio_23: thought ya would say that
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: do u think that if I spam too they'd b online !
NagiieS7: ?"
NagiieS7: **
NagiieS7: Wanna clear a lvl now
YoHio_23: Yeah, Totally.
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
YoHio_23: @[Y/u]
NagiieS7: @[Y/u]
[ [Y/u] Is Online ! ]
[Y/u]: No.
[ [Y/u] Is Offline ! ]
NagiieS7: fumbled
YoHio_23: dang
YoHio_23: just wanted to play [F/g]..
omg.
" NEW YEARS KISS! "
summary. their reactions to you kissing them at midnight
characters. nagi, bachira
warnings. gn!reader, none!
a/n. will probably do this prompt again with jjk, genshin, and possibly haikyuu if anyone wants those??
"one minute!" you hear someone yell out from the party crowd. everyone was gathered in the living room, watching the clock displayed on the TV as it counts down the seconds till midnight.
he was standing next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close so you don’t get lost in the crowd.
cheers grew, people starting a chant for the last 10 seconds of the countdown.
"3… 2… 1!"
NAGI
his bored eyes had been scanning everyone around before he feels your hand gently turn his head towards you. he makes brief eye contact with you before your lips are pressing against his in a deep kiss. he quickly melts into it, his own hand reaching up to tangle in your hair.
you pull away after a short moment, making him sigh softly in disappointment before he realizes you’re till surrounded by a crowd of people. he reluctantly lets go of you, letting you cheer happily along with everyone else while he simply watches.
"c'mon, sei, at least smile. it’s the new year!," you tease, bringing your hands up to pull at his cheeks. he hums lowly, allowing you to mess with his face as he simply stares at you, causing a giggle to leave your lips.
he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes scanning your happy face. you’ve always looked the best while you’re smiling, free spirited and not worried about a thing, he thinks.
your own contagious smile finally brings one to his lips as well, although it’s only a small one, nothing compared to your bright one. he doesn’t let you see it for long before he’s leaning down to brush his lips against yours once more.
"happy new year," he mumbles before connecting your lips.
BACHIRA
it’s clear you have the same idea as he turns to you expectingly, already leaning towards you to claim his kiss. you giggle before reaching up to hold both his cheeks, pressing your lips against his. he holds your waist, slightly bending your back with how deeply he’s kissing you.
you have to push his face away to get him to stop, not wanting him to get carried away in front of all these people. he makes a noise of disapproval, already trying to lean back in, his hands coming up to the back of your head to keep you in place.
"that was too short, one more," he mutters, his eyes trained on your lips as he kisses you again, this time much more passionately.
you feel his tongue swipe against your lip, and you almost part them before you remember where you are.
"bachira—" you murmur against his lips, causing him to pull back slightly with a pouty huff. "there’s people everywhere, y'know."
"so? i don’t care," he brushes off, but pauses when you shoot him a look. with a small pout, he finally backs off, pulling back slightly but letting his hands slide back to your waist.
"later, ok?" you mumble in promise, making him grin as he nods. he places one last kiss to your cheek before refocusing on the party.
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YOU OPEN UP THE BLANKET FOR THEM — BLUE LOCK
feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, mikage reo.
♱ warnings — sfw, none! just some very cosy boys / note. snifle i was in grave need of something fluffy 4 comfort since it’s been a hard few days so this was wat i decided on <3
・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO
you’re already so comfortable on the couch, wrapped up in the blanket nagi always buried himself in when you hear the door to your apartment close, followed by the slow drag of your boyfriends footsteps as he makes his way down the hallway. it doesn’t take long before you see the peak of his snowy bed head in the doorway, drowsy, lidded gaze blinking at you as a sleepy pout rests on his lips.
“sei, did you have a good practice?” you hum, singing out the little nickname that still makes his ears dust a little red before it’s drawing him closer.
“eh, so tired, pretty thing. ‘ts such a pain, just wanna stay in bed with you and play games.” his voice is already thick with sleep and you take the opportunity to make some room as he approaches. but before you can even consider lifting the blanket to let him in, you feel 190cm’s of muscle flop on top of you as he presses you into the cushions beneath you with a low whine.
“sei! you’re so heavy, move over!” you giggle, trying to push him off but you should know better than to try and move him when hes like this, his arms wrapping tight around your waist to keep you beneath him before he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck to smear sloppy, sleepy kisses along the skin.
“ah, but you’re sooo warm. no fair..” nagi’s voice trails off at the end as he lets your warmth blanket him, his breathing becoming softer as he hugs you closer — squeezing you like a wordless little request that you know all too well when your fingers come to smooth through his hair.
you can basically feel the way he melts into you, whimpering as he tries to push himself closer while his longer limbs get trapped in the fabric of the blanket beneath you both. but he’s warm and you can’t find it in yourself to complain when you feel his fingers trace messy little shapes into your skin.
“see, just wanna stay like this a lil longer.. moving would be such a pain.”
・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE
sae is quiet when he returns home to you, fatigue heavy in his muscles from a long day of practice as he pops his neck — sighing despite the gentle smile he still wears when he notices you on the couch waiting up for him. you’ve got a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and you send him a drowsy look before you’re smiling back.
“welcome home.” you breathe, it’s quiet and comforting and it’s accompanied by you lifting the side of the blanket draped over you as he takes a careful step into your space, letting the silence stretch out until he’s close enough to greet you with a chaste kiss against your temple.
“did you have a good day?” you ask again and sae gives you a soft look before he hums, sitting down onto the space beside you before he’s guiding your head down to rest in his lap.
“are you tired?” he finally asks, his tone low and smooth but it’s accompanied by the chaste swipe of his fingers along the apple of your cheek, urging you to look up at him when you shake your head in reply. it’s soothing, his touch as he lets you melt into him, curled up in the blanket that you’d offered him while his free hand tucks it under you.
“you’ll get cold like that.” sae clicks his tongue despite the fact it holds no real agitation when he looks at you — letting the corners of his lips turn up when you try to stifle your own smile as you hug yourself closer. but then he speaks again, squeezing gently at your cheek just so he can watch the way you pout and slap him away.
“tell me about your day.”
・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN
“what’re you doing?” rin asks from where he’s stood at the doorway to the living room, he’s still got a towel over his head from his shower — haphazardly drying his hair as he sends you a confused sort of look. you’re sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that’s draped over your head — making you barely visible under the heavy fabric apart from your now pouty features.
“it’s comfortable, you wanna join?” you grin, lifting the blanket and it’s amusing the way the dark haired striker grumbles before he clicks his tongue. he’s suddenly tearing his gaze away from you and mulling it over in his mind before he’s taking you up on the request — silently, like it’ll hide the way his ears seem to have tinted a little pink with your question.
it’s awkward at first, the way rin rests himself on the edge of the couch in the space next to you — he looks rigid and definitely not comfortable, but it’s endearing and a little cute seeing him like this. which is why you find yourself giggling before you speak, pulling a groan and a pretty frown from your boyfriend as he shoots you a look. “you can come closer, i won’t bite.”
“shutup, i don’t think you bite.. my hairs just wet.” he replies quickly, almost too fast before the end of his sentence breaks off into a mumble and he knows you’ve got him. but he sends you a wide-eyed, starry sort of look when your next movement brings your hands to the towel along his shoulders before you help dry it.
it’s gentle the way rin’s palm rests on your thigh, leaning into your touch as you dry off his dark hair — his cheeks are tinted a little pink and you can see the way he’s stealing glances at you before he’s finally easing, pushing closer to you as his fingers squeeze affectionately at your skin.
“thanks.”
・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU
bachira’s already grinning when he makes his way into the bedroom, noticing you already comfy and nuzzled into the comforter over top of you as you send him a suspicious sort of look. “why are you smiling that?” you ask, pushing yourself up to furrow your brows at your boyfriend as he chuckles.
“jus’ happy to see my baby, m’kay? ‘s that so bad?” he sings, a sickly sweet little tone that almost has you playfully rolling your eyes when he sticks his tongue out at you. but you’re not immune to him, not at all — as you bring up the edge of the comforter, inviting him to finally crawl in beside you like you’ve been waiting for all night.
but bachira’s just as clingy as he is eager when he almost bounces into the bed beside you, his hands quick to grab at your waist before he’s pulling you close enough to be able to pepper your face in wet kisses. “awww, did you miss me that much, mhm? couldn’t wait to cuddle, huh? so cute.”
he’s such a tease as you try to push him away, giggling as he bathes you in ticklish presses of his lips and squeezes at the your waist until you’re wriggling into him. but he still sends you a giddy sort of grin when you finally surrender and let him pull you in for a tight little hug.
you’re both panting when bachira finally lets you breathe, sending you a smug sort of grin before he’s leaning in to press one last loud kiss against your lips, nuzzling into your chest a few moments later as his arms squeeze around you.
“knew it~ you only had to ask, baby. just wanted to hold you a little, that’s all.”
・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO
“you tired, bunny?” reo smirks from where hes tilting his head at you from the kitchen, swallowing back the rest of his protein shake as you lie curled up on the almost ridiculously sized couch hes got in the living room.
“i’m tired.” your voice is quiet, muffled from where your cheek is resting against the cushion and the blanket that’s so huge and fluffy it almost consumes you completely. you can basically feel the raise of your boyfriend’s brow when he breathes out a laugh, resting down his shaker bottle before hes drawing closer.
it’s almost instinct the way your eyes trail over to his figure, taking in the sight of him before you’re lifting up the edge of the blanket invitingly, and the gesture only seems to make reo’s smirk tug even wider as his lidded gaze drinks you up. “alright, i’ll allow it. how about i help you out with that?”
it’s careful the way he climbs in beside you before he’s taking your figure in his large hands, pulling you up until you’re resting pretty against his chest as one of his hands smooth down the length of your spine soothingly. you already feel like melting with the way his natural warmth consumes you, the only thing keeping you from dozing off completely being the light press of reo’s fingers under your chin to tilt your face towards his.
he’s close, close enough for his lips to already be ghosting your own when you look up — his gaze on yours as he continues the motions of his fingers across your skin. “how’s that, bunny? feel better?” his voice is low and smooth, and the sound almost makes your eyes flutter when he’s deliberately leaning closer, grazing his lips along yours as he breathes out another chuckle — his gaze dropping to your lips expectantly before they’re back on your own.
“good, right? better thank me.. yeah?”
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໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HOODIE THIEF — SEISHIRO NAGI
contents. fluff, established relationship, gn! reader, ooc (?), stealing nagi’s hoodie & he doesn’t even know it’s his, ik it’s spring but like this was in my drafts back in december
note. hi guys :) im not really sure what the plot of this is, but it’s nice & cozy
today was the day of nagi’s soccer match, which was quite an important match since they were against japan’s biggest soccer rivals. but fortunately for him, today was 29 degrees fahrenheit and nobody would want or be able to play soccer in 6 feet buried in snow.
so while nagi was spending free time wrapped in a blanket — playing a video game, you were searching for something warm to wear to keep the cold away.
upon basically cleaning your wardrobe, you were met with nagi’s gray hoodie — sitting atop of his gaming chair.
exhausted, you grabbed his hoodie and swiftly put it on — putting the hood on in the process. the hoodie was averagely oversized and big on nagi, and with you wearing it, it was expectingly ginormous and fit like a hospital robe; reaching down to your mid-calf.
ignoring the size, you were satisfied with the warmth nagi’s hoodie provided and looked at yourself in the mirror. sure, it was big, but as long as it kept you warm, than you would be ready for the weather. ‘hopefully nagi wouldn’t mind…’ — you said to yourself. you shrugged off the look of piles of clothes that were displayed on your bed. ‘a cup of hot chocolate would be nice’. you considered.
walking out of your shared bedroom and towards the kitchen, nagi was rather busy taping his way on his phone and didn’t cognizant that you were wearing his hoodie. but he probably wouldn’t care or mind since it’s probably a hassle for him to even.
“do you want some hot chocolate, sei’?” you asked, tip-toeing to reach two mugs atop a cabinet.
“uhh … sure i guess …” nagi mumbled lazily, his undivided attention focused on his phone.
you grabbed your ingredients and commenced to make the hot chocolate. mixing the cocoa, sugar, and milk together; popping the mugs in the microwave and grabbing the extra toppings.
you leaned on a counter and watched the mugs in the microwave twirl around. as you let a small yawn, you visibly flinched when cold hands sneaked their way under your (nagi’s) hoodie. following, a slight weight landed on your shoulder and someone’s breath fanned the side of your neck.
“who’s hoodie is this?” nagi mumbled, burying his face deeper into your neck.
“it’s yours, nagi,” you chuckled. “i was cold, so i decided to wear it. it was on your chair when i got it.”
nagi closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, “this isn’t mine.”
the cold must be affecting nagi, cause this was his hoodie and he wasn’t even aware of it. it even had his name written on the back tag.
“who’s hoodie is this? why are you wearing someone else’s hoodie? why not mine?”
“nagi. this is yours’,” you replied back, removing nagi’s cold hands with your warm ones away from your stomach and placing them over the hoodie. “it’s your hoodie, the one you got at the mall with reo and the others, remember?”
…
“oh.”
you chuckled and grabbed the two mugs out of the microwave. using the whipping cream to top the mug.
“i don’t remember.” nagi continued, grabbing a marshmallow and popping it into his mouth, “what mall was it?”
the answer should’ve been obvious, since nagi rarely ever goes shopping. usually only when you come along, then he’ll agree and follow you around like a lost puppy.
“the mall you went two days ago?” you retorted, putting marshmallows, shavings, pirouette sticks, and adding some side snacks. “with your team?”
“oh.”
finally, you brought the two mugs and plates of cookies to the table where nagi was originally sitting.
nagi followed suit and sat beside you — wrapping his arms in a baby yet protective manner, snuggling himself close to you. you carefully grasped the mugs towards to give one to you and nagi, sipping the warm beverage.
“i still don’t remember..” nagi took a sip of his hot chocolate and stared at the hoodie that you claimed was his.
you sighed, “don’t worry, sei’. you just need to know that this is your hoodie and that it has your name on it.”
“okayyy…”
without much of anything in the way, you and nagi spent the day together; sipping hot cocoa, and … sleeping.
maybe some gaming for most of nagi’s part.
~
“wait babe..”
“yes sei’?”
“can you check if this is my hoodie?”
“yes, it is sei’!”
“are you sure?”
“yes!”
⌗ "I'LL GO EASY ON YOU," ⋮ but you absolutely fucking destroy him.
★ nagi seishiro x gn!reader ╰ how come you've obliterated him in something he's so good at?
▯ content warning. mentions of video game gunfire, shooting, etc.
"sei, this game looks fun," you murmured, shifting slightly to adjust your position on his lap. his eyes remained glued to the glowing screen, the faint gleam of colours casting a hazy light across his face. his arms were looped firmly around your waist, thumbs expertly swiping over the controller in his hands.
as you were cozily nestled inside his sweater, filled with the subtle scent of his cologne, you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest. you observe him deftly move his virtual character across the battlefield, shooting enemies and cursing under his breath at each hindering obstacle. after being in this same position for quite some time, a sense of boredom had begun to bubble within you.
"mm, yeah?" he mumbles, resting his chin on your head. he tilts his head down to press a kiss onto your soft hair. "it is."
"can i try?"
he stays silent for a moment, the room filled with the sounds of obnoxiously loud bursts of gunshots. he finally takes a breath and speaks, his voice muffled against your hair. "tis’ really hard though. i don’t think y’can win,"
your brows furrow as you whip your head slightly to meet his gaze, raising your hand to pinch his cheek. "hmm, how would you know? i could be better than you!"
"yeah, yeah, fine," he pulls his face away from your fingers’ grip on his cheek. he gives you a faint smile, exiting out of the game and clicking 'new game'. "i'll go easy on you."
you slide off his lap with anticipation, grabbing the fluffy bean bag he had bought exclusively for you from the corner of his room, placing it next to him. giving it a pat to smoothen its wrinkles, you made your way to the tv stand's drawer in quick strides, retrieving an extra game controller.
"you don't have to, sei," you smile warmly, settling into the softness of the bean bag as you prepare to show nagi seishiro what you were made of. "i want it to be fun."
he nods, hesitantly clicking the start button. while watching the one-minute timer displayed on the screen, he remembers to explain the rules to you.
"basically," he begins, "there’s a five-minute time limit. the person who reaches one hundred kills first, or whoever is the closest to one hundred kills, wins."
"yeah, i know, dummy." you tease, reaching out to tousle his hair, in which he responds with a subtle blush tinging his cheeks rose. "i've been watching you play for at least an hour now."
the bolded numbers on the now-split screen enlarge, signaling the beginning of the new game; 3...2...1...
you waste no time, immediately equipping your weapon, fingers swiftly moving along the buttons. silence was quick to envelop the room, thick with the weight of your competitiveness.
nagi shoots you a surprised, quick glance, before focusing his gaze back onto his side of the screen. suddenly, his attention is drawn to the corner of your part of the screen, where your kill count is displayed.
to say the least, this man was astonished to find out that you’ve racked up 63 kills in slightly under three minutes. his eyes widened in disbelief ever so slightly, registering the number with admiration.
"what the heck..." he accidentally huffs, quickly pressing his mouth together as the sound of his confused voice reaches his ears.
you let out an amused giggle, "surprised?"
he does not respond, lost in his own muddled thoughts. how could he, after underestimating you so badly? how could he say anything when you, as you were currently speaking, have over 60 kills compared to his mere 34?
the white-haired boy feels a prick of suspicion creeping in; he hadn’t known that his partner was an expert at video games. why hadn’t you told him? he sighs, realizing that the person he could have played with all this time was right beside him all along; he would no longer need to play with his tediously boring game-mates or those doltish bots which he had always deemed a hassle.
then, the game came to an abrupt stop.
98 - 52
he stares hard at the game over screen, a deep frown creasing his forehead. "nuh-uh, let's do it again..."
"ahh, i told you i could win!" you cheer, your finger lightly tugging on the skin under your eye as you stick your tongue out in jest. "and sure, i really want to hit one hundred this time!"
a soft grumble escapes his pouty lips as he buries half his head under the inside of his sweatshirt, leaving only his eyes visible. "m'baby's so cocky..."
100 - 67
"fuck, again!"
99 - 75
"this game's gotta be rigged!"
96 - 56
"seiii, i'm boredddd—"
"one mo' time,"
89 - 88
"ack–fuck this shit… i'm going to sleep."
you blink your eyes in silent amusement— this was a side of him you had rarely ever seen. your usually calm, bored boyfriend trying so hard at something; it was adorable seeing him so invested, even if it was simply a video game.
but somehow, you had managed to fire him up enough to the point of rage quitting?
"y’know sei, i was going easy on you..."
"..."
despite his muted response to the fuel you've added to the fire, you catch a glimpse of a proud smile tugging on his lips as he retreats back onto the bed, beckoning you to join him. “that was fun… play w’me again, ‘kay?”
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♤ Your Flower | Seishiro Nagi x Reader
▽ featuring: seishiro nagi x reader … no repost on any platforms © laterosal 2024 … what started off as an unfamiliar bouquet of flowers to love blossoming in the winter … word count: 1.9k
📌 AO3 | one-shot
His first visit to the flower shop startled the florist: “Give me the least annoying one,” then marveling over a pet cactus for company. Of course, you didn’t mind customers requesting a plant company with the description of the least annoying one—although you did think that walking into a flower shop full of delicate and bright flowers just for that request was odd.
You could remember his light hair and tall stature stepping into the flower shop, his eyes half lidded as if exhaustion had hit him early in the day. You could not forget his soothing voice, the way he mumbled his request as you blinked in confusion.
Early one morning, you walked into the flower shop and opened the blinds of the windows, basking in the sunlight for a second. You spun the closed blackboard sign to the opposite side, the bolded letters written in chalk of “We’re Open!” slightly smudged. As you stood near the counter, peering over in the buckets of flowers to see some wilted leaves. You frowned, before carefully getting to work to restore the beauty of the white roses.
Minutes passed as you finally finished your work of tending to the white flower, before moving to several other flowers around the shop that needed some care. Then, a quiet jingle from the door rang as a customer stepped into the flower shop. The ambrosial fragrance of the colorful flowers blasted towards the customer’s way, before you cheerily welcomed them in.
“Welcome! Is there anything I can help with?” Still preoccupied with your work, you carefully cut the flower’s stem.
“Is there a bouquet of flowers I can give to someone?” You swiveled around, familiar with the quiet voice. He wore a hoodie with the word “Mendokusai,” his hair disheveled.
“Oh—Welcome back! How’s your cactus?” you asked as you scurried over to the counter, flipping open your notebook to scribble the silver-haired boy’s request. Although you have had many customers over the last few weeks, you could never forget him. He stood out radiantly in your memory, like the beauty of pure innocence that blinded you. You stared into his gray eyes intently as they sparkled slightly.
“Choki? Fine, I guess.. At least Choki’s not a hassle to deal with…” he muttered to himself as you tried leaning forward to hear him.
“Huh? Choki? Okay.” You paused slightly, wondering if that was his cactus’ name. “What’s up for today?” You grinned at him, ready to write the customer’s request on your trusty notebook.
“Flowers for… someone.”
“Hm. Okay. What’s your relationship with them? Or is this a certain occasion for getting a bouquet of flowers? Or do you want a flower to keep you company? Although you may think it’s a hassle, I can assure you it’s definitely worth it. Or do you have a favorite flower yourself?”
“... favorite flower for someone… confess…” He murmured.
“Like my opinion for getting a flower to confess to someone?” You looked surprised at his question.
He shook his head, pointing at you as he lazily corrected: “My favorite flower is y— Your favorite flower to receive from someone if they confess to you.”
“Ooh. Uh. That’s difficult to say, really. I—”
“Make that a bouquet. Please.” He gazed at you gently as you nodded at his request. Those very eyes entranced you, as if a simple refusal would dim the light in his eyes.
“Consider it done, then. Give me a few minutes for preparation.” You hurried over to the buckets of flowers, staring at the white roses you had trimmed earlier. Slowly assembling the bouquet of flowers consisting of the light-colored daisies and white roses, you removed the leaves and trimmed the stems with sharp scissors all while wearing thick gloves. Although having accidentally cut your skin on your arm, you ignored the sting from the cut made from the scissors and carefully adjusted the shape of the bouquet of flowers, wrapping the beauty in wrapping paper and twine.
“Here it is!” You presented the bouquet to him with both hands as you printed a receipt for him after he pushed the paper money onto the counter. “Have a good day!”
He stared at the flowers and ran his fingers through the petal, before lifting his eyes toward you. Then noticing a cut on your arm, he put the bouquet of flowers down and instinctively reached for your arm.
“Cut.” He reached from his backpack a small bandage, peeling off the paper and covering the wounded area. You stared in amazement at how such a person—a stranger—could captivate you with his actions and his eyes.
“Oh. Thank you.” You gently pushed his hand away, smiling smally at him. Moments like these made your heart flutter, his gentle hands against your skin. He picked up the bouquet of flowers and cradled it, retreating to the outside with a lingering bell jingle from within the shop.
You leaned against the counter touching the bandage on your arm. The sparkle in his eyes and calming voice made you wonder whether he was this gentle towards others, or whether it was just to you.
Though you would have to admit that the pure white flowers were not your favorite, you wondered to yourself why the delicate blankness of the beauty was handpicked by you, given to this stranger.
Your favorite flower to receive from someone if they confess to you.
You had much preferred a lush bouquet of fresh red roses, the ones displayed by the window of the flower shop. Yet seeing his mesmerizing, gentle eyes and soft hair, he reminded you of a pure entity, hence these light-colored flowers.
The week after his visit and the following one, he would pop in and request for the same bouquet of flowers. Near the end of his visit, you would see him open his mouth, hesitate, before retreating to the exit. You did believe that whomever was receiving these bouquets of flowers was a lucky person, although feeling your heart throbbing as you realized that he was taken. He seemed impossible to reach, like an angel from faraway lands. Every second your mind wandered to him, you simply frowned, further slashing boundaries between your customer and you.
As his early morning stops at the beginning of every week became a routine, you often prepared the bouquets beforehand with extra care, perfecting the bouquet every time he slowly walked in, sliding the money on the counter, before reaching for the bouquet gently. One day, he never showed up.
And then the next.
And the next.
For multiple weeks, you kept the bouquet of fresh flowers by your side, before the week ended and the once bright flowers wilted.
Perhaps he had broken up with the person he bought flowers for. Perhaps something had happened to him.
You weren’t sure of the situation, although despite him never returning for the next few months, you continued to assemble the bouquet of daisies and white roses, hoping for him to return one day. For you to hope to see him, one last time, before he disappeared and never able to reach again.
Even in early autumn when the white roses bloomed best, he never returned. Week after week with no connection, you laid the flowers in front of you on the counter, having no desire to continue reassembling the bouquet of flowers, for foolish hope for him to return no more.
Winter rolled around, with heavy snowfall every morning you woke up. You hurried to work by foot, hoping that you were able to open on time. Although you were only a few minutes late while running in the snow, you found a familiar figure in front of the flower shop. His scarf covered his face as his ears were flushed from the cold, his hands in his hoodie with the word “Mendokusai” in small print. You paused, before moving towards him to speak.
“Oh-hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You chuckled to yourself as you unlocked the door, turning on the lights to the flower shop. The lights flickered slightly, before brightly showering the flower shop with illuminating golden light. “Your usual?” You could barely breathe, seeing him near you, his aura slowly lulling you.
“Yes.” The boy, around your age, nodded slightly as he slipped his hands out of his pocket, thin gloves perfectly fitted on his hands. “Please.” You gazed at him, the words tumbling out of his mouth sounding desperate than ever.
You reached for the flowers in the buckets, memorizing the routine of assembling this bouquet for him. Then quickly wrapped around the bouquet was paper and twine, before you left it on the counter for him to pick up gently.
“May I ask why you haven’t stopped by for some time?” you carefully asked, stopping him by the door.
“... was hoping you asked.” he mumbled. “‘s nothing much. Soccer.” He shrugged, pulling his scarf loosely.
“I see. Have a good day, yeah?” you whispered to him as he turned to leave the flower shop, the ringing of the bell echoing in your mind. Leave, but please come back. He was the reason your heart ached, the reason you could barely breathe when he was around you. You longed to see him again, rather than leaving for a long time, not knowing what had happened to him. You did not just want him to leave your life as quick as he came into your life—
“... too.”
“Hm?”
He paused, before turning his head to face you.
“Have you been making these bouquets even after I didn’t return?”
His question took you by surprise, although you gave him a vague answer with: “Not really.”
“Sorry.”
You frowned and walked around the counter, closing the gap between you two.
“What are you apologizing for?” You tip-toed to attempt to look into his eyes at the same level, although his tall stature made it challenging.
“It took you a lot less time to make the bouquet. Like you knew exactly where the flowers were placed.” he whispered.
You froze—Was he always this observational?
“I—Yeah. I do.” you admitted to him, his gray eyes sparkling at you. “Who did you give those bouquets to?”
You waited for his response, bracing for a curt reply that would drive a knife into your heart. From the moment you had met him, he captured your attention and heart, even if he had someone else he loved.
“I never gave them to anyone.”
“What?”
“They were— They were meant… to be for you.”
You choked back a cry and hesitated to answer. He had kept the bouquets to himself, the very flowers you had handpicked that reminded you of him. The flowers that you had deemed to be the ones you wished to receive if one had ever confessed to you.
“Were you waiting for me this whole time?”
“Yes.” You buried your head into your hands as he reached his hand forward and caressed your hands gently.
“You waited for a long time, then.”
“I miss you.” Your muffled words were barely heard by the person whose name was never even revealed to you. “Even if I didn’t know you all that well.”
He gently grabbed your hands, placing the bouquet of flowers on yours, whispering his name in your ears, followed by words that made your heart race.
“My name is Seishiro Nagi. … Of all the flowers here I would pick, it would be you.”
THIS IS SO CUTE
ilysm2 — S. NAGI
gn reader, classmates to friends to lovers, possible ooc, swearing, just fluff mainly. reader is someone people look to for academic help etc etc and it kinda sucks because they're only wanted for that (this is me projecting)
most of the timestamps are ok i think.
AUTHOR'S NOTES !!!
did y'all notice how the contact name keeps changing !!! ignore the bottom left one tho cuz i forgot to change it ahaha...
also, nagi gets more n more attached to reader so u can see how he goes from replying v late to replying immediately, starting to text first more etc etc !!!
reader also gets p comfortable w him !!! using emojis more, occasionally not giving a freak ab punctuation !!!
rip reo's card
its half past 4 in the morning i should sleep.
likes reblogs and comments are appreciated very much !!! <3 tysm for reading.
© 4ngelfries 2024. do not repost, translate or plagiarise.
pls can you do a part 2 for the red flags of bllk characters!! it was so good!
࿐*ೃ sure!! i actually plan to do for more characters in part 3 so characters suggestion is highly encouraged! (4 CHARACTERS MAXIMUM)
“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 2 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon
࿐*ೃ feat : reo mikage, seishiro nagi, oliver aiku, rin itoshi
࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock
࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst.
࿐*ೃ trigger warning : cheating, manipulation, profanities, toxic relationship.
REO MIKAGE
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Reo would be the best, most perfect partner ever if only he believes that not everything can be resolved through his wealth. He loves you, he does but you're never his priority. All he cares about is his football career. He barely has time for you, often spending time with Seishiro to practice soccer together until dusk nearly everyday. When you tell him about your worries, you expect him to take action and finally considers to mend the relationship again. But he never. He just gives you tons of money and tells you to have fun by yourself to cheer you up. When you insist him to spend quality time with you, he harshly rejects you by saying he is busy. Indeed, he is busy. He is busy being Seishiro's servant and prioritizing his happiness more than yours.
“Sorry, Y/n. Not today. I have practice.”
“I told you, I don't have the leisure time to play around. I need to practice soccer!”
“Just take this money and enjoy yourself. Leave me alone and never speak about this matter ever again.”
SEISHIRO NAGI
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Seishiro...is lazy, in general and in all ways. Relationship is a hassle for him to handle due to his lazy nature. He never make an effort to spice up nor mending his relationship with you. If it happens, it happens. That's his motto, one that he never fail to hold onto. Seishiro basically doesn't even care about you let alone your feelings for him in the slightest bit. He is solely using your vulnerability to his advantage. In all honesty, he only engages in relationship with you because he thinks you would be useful to assist him with his daily needs. You're a gullible person who simply follows all his orders like a servant, only thinking you only do this out of love and casting aside the fact you're being manipulated by your own boyfriend. He asks for breakfast? You make one for him. He tells you to wash all his clothes while he play games? You gladly do so. This goes on for a while until you realize how wrong this is and confronts Seishiro about it. The result, he never give a flying fuck. Instead, Seishiro manipulates you into thinking this is your own fault and makes you feel much worse.
“So...what's your point actually? You're blaming me over your own stupidity?”
“You're really dumb, Y/n. So dumb that it took you this long to notice.”
“Apologize? I never do anything wrong. It isn't like I hit you or anything.”
OLIVER AIKU
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ We all know what this man is capable of; cheating. From the start of the relationship, he has dropped countless obvious hints. During date, you will always find his eyes lingering on other people as he “admires” them with a lustful smirk on his face. When you confront him, Oliver just brushes it off and says you're overreacting. It doesn't matter how many times you scold him, he will repeat his doing. And as time passes, he straightout flirts with anyone that catches his interest right in front of you. Daring to even exchange number while his lips curves into a seductive smirk. He barely has time for you and frequently leaving the house to have fun with his “friends”, which turns out to be his secret lover, one that he has been cheating on you with for a long time.
“Jeez, you're overreacting too much. I'm just being nice to them.”
“What's wrong with getting their number? You know me, I like making new friends!”
“Come on...can you just be open-minded and let me do anything I want? I can date anyone I want besides you. You have no control over my life.”
RIN ITOSHI
╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ You and Rin were like dream lovers, perfect for each other and completed each other's heart. That's it, until the dispute between Rin and his older brother happened that drastically changed him...and his relationship with you. Rin is not as sweet and as caring he used to be, solely focusing on his goal to surpass and beat his older brother in their unhealthy rivalry. He has become more distant and acts colder toward you. There is no spark of joy in the relationship anymore, with Rin drifting apart from you and you hurting from his cold-hearted treatment. You try to be there for him, supporting him in his journey to be the best striker to prove to his older brother but your efforts are often overlooked and left unappreciated by Rin. In fact, he sees you as a nuisance rather than his biggest supporter.
“I don't have time for you. Screw off, (Y/n).”
“You interrupted my practice to tell me to fucking rest? Are you telling me to laze around?”
“From now on, stop visiting me during practice. You are a fucking nuisance.”
࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡
untitled chatfic— S. NAGI
gn reader, classmates to friends to lovers, possible ooc, swearing, just fluff mainly. reader is someone people look to for academic help etc etc and it kinda sucks because they're only wanted for that (this is me projecting)
most of the timestamps are ok i think. the previous name sucked btw.
AUTHOR'S NOTES !!!
did y'all notice how the contact name keeps changing !!! ignore the bottom left one tho cuz i forgot to change it ahaha...
also, nagi gets more n more attached to reader so u can see how he goes from replying v late to replying immediately, starting to text first more etc etc !!!
reader also gets p comfortable w him !!! using emojis more, occasionally not giving a freak ab punctuation !!!
rip reo's card
its half past 4 in the morning i should sleep.
likes reblogs and comments are appreciated very much !!! <3 tysm for reading.
© laughingfcx 2024. do not repost, translate or plagiarise.
untitled chatfic— S. NAGI
gn reader, classmates to friends to lovers, possible ooc, swearing, just fluff mainly. reader is someone people look to for academic help etc etc and it kinda sucks because they're only wanted for that (this is me projecting)
most of the timestamps are ok i think. the previous name sucked btw.
AUTHOR'S NOTES !!!
did y'all notice how the contact name keeps changing !!! ignore the bottom left one tho cuz i forgot to change it ahaha...
also, nagi gets more n more attached to reader so u can see how he goes from replying v late to replying immediately, starting to text first more etc etc !!!
reader also gets p comfortable w him !!! using emojis more, occasionally not giving a freak ab punctuation !!!
rip reo's card
its half past 4 in the morning i should sleep.
likes reblogs and comments are appreciated very much !!! <3 tysm for reading.
© laughingfcx 2024. do not repost, translate or plagiarise.
"We're over... "
♥︎Blue lock boys and how they deal with their relationship breaking♥︎
Bachira continues a light facade. You want to break up with him? Yeah, he heard you. He knows what's going on. You want to end things? He's starting to distance himself and communication is failing. Okay, fine. Try to survive without his hoodies. Want one more night of fun before you two end things? It's only when you've packed your bags, and he's all alone again that he breaks. There's no one beside him, and it's all his fault.
Reo goes straight to aggression and denial. He can't win you back then he wants you out of his sight. He's already packed your things, separated your things and his, he makes sure the your home looks like a ghost of what it used to. He wants all traces of you gone, he wants you gone. At night, he holds the ring he planned to propose with against his chest and swallows his cries in your once joyful bedroom. He doesn't need you, he repeats again and again, and he doesn't want you.
Nagi plays the fool. Okay, so you two are over? You're tired of having to force him to do this and go on dates, yeah, he understands. Does that mean you two can't go out together? Does that mean he has to move out? Help you move out? That's too much work, just stay together. He's been forcing himself along the entire time, what's the problem? Why are you crying? Why are you leaving him? Why does he feel so hurt? He tries to sink into the couch, relax, but he aches for you. What can he do?
Rin gets what he wants in the worst way. He knows he's been obsessing over soccer. Knows that he's pushed you to second again and again and again. You're not happy with your relationship, then leave. Oh, you're leaving, of course you are. Everyone does. Go on, pack your bags. He likes it better when there's quiet at home instead of your incessant whining. The house is too quiet though. He keeps looking at your spot in the stadium. For the first time in years, all he can focus on is soccer. For the first time, it's not enough.
Chigiri lets his melanchy overwhelm. You can't deal his cynicism then leave. Want to fix the problems in his relationships. You're bothering. Want to be by his side? How dare you? It would be better if you left him alone. He hates how you're always by his side like a goddamn parasite- you drain his energy like one too. When you leave, no one cheers encouraging things at him anymore. No one checks up on him. No one brightens his day like you did. His leg aches, it's far from the worst pain he's feeling.
Sae pushes you away. You were always getting too close, seeing something under his perfectly made mask that no one else did. It infuriates him, he can't have anyone seeing all his cracks and fractures. His disgusting imperfections. You're pushing him away now- good- that's what he wanted. If he needed a warm bed, he would ask his thousands of groupies anyway. The house is cold and no one is there to see how hideous he is. All his fears and insecurities are locked in him again. His heart refreezes, and he shivers when he gets into bed without your warmth. This is what he gets for falling in love.
"He's new..."
♥︎ Blue lock boys see you moving on (Part 2 to "We're Over...") ♥︎
For @furiousenemylover, sorry for doing this so late! Life gets in the way.
Bachira sinks into denial. Of course you would end up with Isagi. His best friend spoils and loves you. He doesn't play around with your emotions the way he used to. He takes you seriously, respects and adores you the way you deserve. He supports your relationship completely. He sinks his nails so deep into his skin that it leaves behind red crest marks, lips swollen because of how deep his teeth are sinking into them, and his throat is closes, practically blocked out, but it's all fine. Ignore the red in his eyes. It's not a big deal.
Reo throws himself into a new relationship, who cares that you're now involved with Nagi. You guys dated for a bit and now you're over, you're allowed to be with other people. Nagi is one of his closest friends and he's so happy that you two are together. He's engaged, with a woman that's going to help his company prosper and give him political power. He doesn't need you anymore- doesn't even think of you. Forget the fact that he keeps his eyes on you throughout the entirety of his wedding. The ring that was meant to be for you, rusting away in his pocket, but never thrown out.
Nagi takes too long to realise that this really happening. He can't play the fool forever, eventually reality starts to hit and it's an extremely painful revelation. He sees you with Reo and that's when it all comes crashing down. He loves his best friend, but seeing you two hand in hand makes his stomach turn. He loved you so much- how could he let you go? Let the best thing in his life just slip from his fingers? He should have fought for you, but he didn't. And now it's too late.
Rin throws himself into soccer. This is all he has now, he can't waste it. He aggravates his teammates, yells at fans, starts fights with referees because of how horribly violent he's become while playing. He gets injured, but he plays anyway. The pain doesn't matter. It's seeing you with Sae of all people that breaks him. His brother, prioritising something besides soccer and you looking so happy tears him apart. He can't do it anymore. He doesn't care if doing this much kills him. He can't handle all this pain.
Chigiri tries to take care of himself, but he's drowning in his sorrows. Nothing with him is the same. His clothes are a little ruffled, hairs are out of place, he's not the same person that he was before your breakup. You being with Kunigami makes him want to scream. You're with someone better then he'll ever be. If he was barely taking care of himself before, now he's nothing. He lost you, what's the point? His cynicism has been proven true.
Sae has frozen his heart. He's always been cruel but he doesn't bother to restrain it anymore. He doesn't need or want anyone's support, he's not going through anything. He's fine. You're with Shido now, and he doesn't hide his critique. It's pathetic, disgusting, relationships only hold you back from what's most important. They accept me completely' Shido says and he bites his tongue so hard that the coppery taste of blood fills his mouth. Somehow, the pain is comforting. He doesn't say more, but his head is flooded with want and desire. What could have been. It's fine. He can push it all away.
# - “𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄?”
☆彡 1:54am
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OnlineFriend!Nagi who first sees you (or should I say your avatar) in a lobby populated with unfamiliar players.
OnlineFriend!Nagi took note of your avatar’s appearance; dark hair with hues of purple coursing through correlating with your eyes, light purple (what seems to be a more modernised) kimono cut short at the front exposing your dark purple thigh-highs adorned with lace and flowers. Clearly a paid skin.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who, after joining a team which so happened to include you, would pay more attention to your voice over anyone else’s during a match.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who contemplated sending you a friend request at the end of every match but didn’t want to come off as creepy or weird.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who works up enough courage to finally send you that friend request at the end of your team’s last game.
Ch0k1: Hey, hope you don’t mind the friend request :p
You: No! Not at all!
You: I had fun playing with you :P
Ch0k1: Wanna play another round? Like a duo?
OnlineFriend!Nagi who gains a crush on you after months of talking and playing mostly duo matches over teams.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who loves to spoil you, whether that be gifting you skins, in-game credit, battle passes and even newly released games (all with Reo’s card of course).
OnlineFriend!Nagi who isn’t subtle around his friends as his eyes are glued to his phone screen with a smile locked onto his face.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who just shrugs when asked by Reo what he’s spending so much of his money on.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who temporarily malfunctions after you send him a selfie for the first time. Realising how long he’d been staring at your photo, he replies with his own selfie.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who asks to meet in person at a nearby convenience store only to realise how he should’ve asked to meet at a nice park instead of an old run down store.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who arrives first at the said convenience store weeks later, fiddling with the game you had mentioned and been saving up for.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who nearly faints on the spot when you reach up on your toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek after handing you the game.
OnlineFriend!Nagi who, unbeknownst to you, slipped in a piece of paper on the inside cover of your new game asking you what he didn’t have the courage to say in person.
I really like you, do you maybe wanna go out sometime? :)
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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰
Date posted: 25/07/23
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Dating Nagi Seishiro <3
Dating Nagi Seishiro pt.2 <3
Two Peas In A Pod
—A blessing... or a calamity in disguise?
Fandom: Blue Lock
Pairing: Nagi X Fem!Reader
Genre: Crack, Humor, Horror
Format: Short fic
Warnings: Breast feeding, Jealousy, Probably ooc!Nagi
Word Count: 1.5K
A/n: Idk I just thought this would fit him lol. Might remind you of boss baby.
There are moments in life which can never be forgotten. Long awaited moments that leave a sweet velvety taste in your mouth and get engraved on your memory,
Moments like this.
Nagi is in hospital, standing next to the delivery room with his infant in his arms. He's wearing the most genuine smile he could ever wear, staring at his baby boy's angelic face. The baby has the tiniest hands ever that would get lost in his if he were to hold them, and the cutest chubby feet ever. He could just eat them right away.
"Wow Nagi, he looks just like you!" Reo says, smiling at the sight while snapping a picture. "You two are like two peas in the pod, except that his hair isn't long enough to be as messy as yours"
"I know. I did hope he'd take after y/n, but he's still cute"
Your husband looks so grown up like this with a baby in his hands. That's what makes Reo to snap another picture, this time in full frame of both Nagi and the baby. His smile is as soft as when he watched him saying his vow to you, and he can't help but to feel happy for his best friend.
"I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee and call Isagi and others. They've been waiting for the news"
"Ok"
Nagi's gaze doesn't leave the baby's face to follow Reo's footsteps walking away. He persistently stares at the baby's closed eyelids, wondering if they're hazel colored like his, or have the color of your eyes. Maybe it's a mixture of both, he thinks, if it's possible. He doesn't have to wait for long to find out though, because suddenly, the baby's eyelids start shuddering and in less than a second, they're wide open, displaying the warm chocolate brown color of his eye balls.
Every inch of his figure resembles his father. Even the look in his eyes is curious, just like Nagi's is right now.
"Welcome home, little thing. We're gonna have so much fun together, me and you"
…
"I don't think that's gonna happen"
Nagi doesn't know whether he should believe his ears, or his eyes. A talking baby? That's a miracle! Babies don't start talking until they're two years old, but this one in his arms was definitely the one talking a little while before, since his intense stare is piercing through Nagi's heart.
I must have very strong genes.
"What do you mean, that's not gonna happen?"
"Oh sorry, I guess I wasn't being clear on the matter" The baby speaks in a semi-grown up voice. "I meant that, you won't be having much fun from now on"
"How come?"
The baby's innocent expression is all gone. Now there's a straight yet devilish look on his face which Nagi doesn't find charming. "I thought you would already figure out that much, but I guess I was wrong. Heh...what a pain"
"Stop giving me that shit and tell me already"
"You don't care much for sharing; do you, my dear father?"
Oh.
Nagi doesn't like where this is going. He feels an unwelcoming sense of threat in his heart.
"So what? Are you saying you're gonna steal y/n from me?"
"No..."
The grin on the baby's face isn't casual. All of a sudden, Nagi doesn't find a single thing resembling him. The baby looks more like... Light Yagami from death note, the blond version.
"...I'm saying that I already have"
This can't be happening.
"Tough luck. You'll never be able to split us off. Y/n's love for me is boundless. I'm her one and only"
"You were her one and only" His gums are visible through his demonic smirk. "Now that I'm here, you won't get a quarter of the attention you used to receive. From now on, I'll be the one who sleeps in her arms at— well all the time. She'll always be near me, looking after me since I'm just a fragile little thing. The time she used to spend alone with you is gonna be limited to less than ten minutes, and your share of affection will also be mine. Even if you two do get the time to be alone with each other, she'll be too exhausted to even look at your face. She wouldn't miss it, since she gets to be with me all the time"
The world comes crashing down on the white haired man. Through his storming mind, he can see himself curled up under the strangely ice cold blanket while staring at you frustratingly, asking you to get in the bed with him already. But standing on the other side of the room, it feels like you're a thousand miles away, voice barely making its way to his hear yet so destructively striking him, saying you have to put the baby to sleep first. Even after doing that, you're so tired that you pass out on the bed before Nagi can even lay a finger on you.
"Not only that, I'm gonna take away all the other things you enjoy as well"
Another illusion appears before his eyes, only this time he's sitting on the couch, and you're standing in front of him, wearing a somewhat annoyed expression.
"I'm sorry Sei, but we can't afford to buy more video games anymore. We have to start saving up for Light's college"
No.... that can't be real. He can't give up on his video games for a serial killer's his child's future. That's absurd. You're not expecting him to do that, are you? You know how video games are important to him.
"Just you wait my stupid father, I will take everything you cherish in your life, and it starts from this very moment, with your most loved one"
His most... loved one?
Just as he's about to ask the little demon about his intention, the door to the room opens and a nurse comes out. "Alright! It's the baby's lunch time"
No. Not that.
"His lunch time? You mean, y/n's gonna feed her...?"
Nagi's voice is shivery, like he didn't know about how the babies drink milk. The nurse is a little taken aback by that, but still keeps her smile on.
"Yes sir, he needs to be fed right now, so if I may..." She reaches out to take the baby from his embrace, but fails when Nagi steps back.
"You... can't do that. I mean, this baby looks like he should drink formula milk instead of breast milk. It'll be better for him"
"The hell are you talking about, Nagi? Let the nurse take him to y/n" Reo suddenly appears next to him, giving him a questioning look.
"No— You don't understand— I—"
"What's up with you man? Here, ma'am; take the little thing to his mommy"
Nagi feels all the misery existing in the world raining on him as he watches the nurse take the infant to you. Reo looks away when you pull up your hospital gown to reveal the enchanting sight of your breast that are bigger than usual and are full of milk, all ready to be devoured in the baby devil's throat. This is it. The beginning of his torment, the sight of his most comforting treasure being possessed by another person, shattering his heart into a zillion pieces.
"No..."
The baby squeezes your right nipple with his hand, letting out a small whine.
"Stop it... No..."
You softly caress his cheek and baby talk him to enjoy his meal.
Why can't all of you people see his devilish smirk?
"No..."
The baby looks at him from the corner of his eyes. He's taking his most special thing, his stress balls, his warm pillows he snuggles his face into at nights, his soft squishies he plays with whenever he's bored, his delicious jello balls he sucks on to help him go to sleep...
"No... No... No..."
You hold your left boob and snuggle him closer to help him drink, and he helps himself out, by brutally taking it into his mouth.
It happens.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Then Nagi wakes up from his sleep.
Through his blurry vision, he recognizes his room in the middle of the night, and of course, your kind hand on his shoulder.
"Sei? Are you ok sweetheart?"
Nagi keeps panting. He hurriedly looks around the room to see any sign of the baby, but thankfully, he finds nothing. He can't ignore the cute bump of your belly under your oversized T-shirt though.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"If the baby looks like me we'll give it away"
"Excuse me??!"
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normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.
so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?
you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?
“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.
or rather, what was nestled in it.
he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”
you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.
“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.
oh. so that’s what this was about?
you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”
he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”
you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).
“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”
he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.
“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”
you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”
he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.
“you’re a clown.”
“wh- hey!”
“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”
“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”
you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”
his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.
“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.
(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)
— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu
i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹
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"are you free later?"
nagi stands sluggishly by the side of your desk, looking at you with those drowsy eyes that might just shut down anytime.
"yeah, i am. what's up?"
nagi tilts his head, closing his eyes as he tries to remember the words he had practiced seconds ago to say to you.
"i want to confess later." he said all so casually.
"what?!"
"i'm confessing later, why? can't you go?" he repeats, he looks at you owlishly waiting for an answer.
"oh, nagi.." a fond look paints on your face as you pointed out. "you just confessed."
"no, i haven't?"
you try to stifle a laugh. "you just did."
"but i didn't, i haven't told you about how i feel, yet."
he tilts his head at you. for someone who thinks everything is a hassle, he really does have a lot to say right now and you think this is the most words you've heard that has ever left his lips.
"and you just did, again."
"oh, sorry," he looks at his feet and shifts his weight onto the other, his ears noticeably red on its tips. "...so are you still free, though?"
you can't help, but break out of a smile. "yes."
"okay, thanks. don't be late, wait for me on the field, watch me okay?" he stumbles over his words as he walks slowly out the room backwards facing you, embarrassment engulfing him wholly.
you only nod at him, "i will, don't worry."
"'kay, i'll see you later?" he asks once more, just to be sure.
"yup, now go. i think someone's waiting for you?" a lock of purple peeks by the doorway of your classroom, but quickly disappears as soon as you mentioned it.
"yeah, uhm bye y/n." he says before leaving the room.
"oh my god nagi, what was that?"
"i confessed."
reo can only sigh in exasperation, shaking his head in disappointment, but really it all worked well right? so what else can he do? what's done is done.
"that's—" reo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily in contempt. "fine, okay it's good enough."
"what do i say, when i confess later, though?"
"oh my god."
◞♡ surprise surprise a n*gi drabble,, ik he's ooc but who cares :> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated !