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fierceastheocean · 4 days ago

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Boyfriend!Sae who’s your long distance boyfriend, a childhood best friend that you’ve kept in contact with ever since he left for Spain

Boyfriend!Sae who meets up with you his second night back in Japan, after spending so long in Spain playing football

Boyfriend!Sae who you’re so excited to see again, cause it’s been like 6 years since he left and he never visited

Boyfriend!Sae who stuffs his hands in his Re Al branded jacket and blankly stares as you wave excitedly at him

Boyfriend!Sae who gives you a nod back as you run up to him, practically about to tackle him to the ground

Boyfriend!Sae who’s gotten thinner, and seemingly unhealthy. His cheeks are a bit too hollow, and his hair’s a bit too messy

Boyfriend!Sae who ignores you while you ask how he’s been, like the caring partner you are

Boyfriend!Sae who cuts to the chase, demanding that you cut the pleasantries and listen to him instead

Boyfriend!Sae who tells you that you’re a distraction, and if he is to become the best midfielder in the world he doesn’t need distractions

Boyfriend!Sae who glares down at you, as you beg him to stay, calling him your whole world

Boyfriend!Sae who easily breaks up with you, walking away as you plead for him to stay through tear ridden eyes on that cold winter night

Ex!Sae who doesn’t seem to regret it at first, his football career flourishing as he loses all distractions

Ex!Sae who stops visiting Japan as much, only coming by to visit his parents - as he’s permanently moved to Spain

Ex!Sae who spots you in his city one day, you’ve stopped to chat with his little brother

Ex!Sae who notices how cheerful and lively you seem to be, a sore difference from the saddened state he ajd last seen you in

Ex!Sae who’s a bit peeved when he sees that you’ve moved on, as he was planning to see you again eventually

Ex!Sae who goes up to talk with the two of you, while you make an excuse to scurry off as fast as you can as soon as you lay eyes on him

Ex!Sae who purposefully attempts to run into you and crinkles his eyebrows as you ignore him and avoid him

Ex!Sae who interviews his brother about you, and what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone

Ex!Sae who glares once his brother tells him that you have a fiancé, and you’re rather happy with them

Ex!Sae who reasons that his brother is probably lying, in a twisted attempt to get back at him after what happened many winters ago

Ex!Sae who walks away from his brother after the interrogation, choosing to talk to you himself

Ex!Sae who confronts you about having a partner, finding your home after asking your parents where you live

Ex!Sae who scoffs as you say you’re engaged, asking you why you didn’t tell him

Ex!Sae who narrows his eyes when you explain yourself, in a signature show of pettiness, he really didn’t know how to take someone not liking him

Ex!Sae who mocks that your ‘boyfriend’ is not a better football player than him, and that you’ll never do better than Sae

Ex!Sae who crosses his arms, even as you explain your partner is a pro player as well and that if they can win against Sae or not doesn’t matter to you, all that matters is whether you love your partner or not

Ex!Sae who storms off, angrily stomping so he can sulk in privacy

Ex!Sae who’s determined to win you back, no matter what it takes…

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fierceastheocean · 4 days ago

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michael kaiser wanted to be loved.

he wanted unconditional, ethereal, and never ending love. he wanted to always be supported, that no matter what he did, he will always and still be loved. he wanted the constant feeling of being supported no matter what, that he’s a lovable creature, that he isn’t subhuman like his father had once told him.

soccer brought that to kaiser.

with soccer came satisfaction. he would crush his rivals, his enemies, and each time, he felt a little bit more human, a little bit more loved. it got to the point where that feeling of pleasure and accomplishment became addictive for kaiser, and his sole purpose for playing soccer was to crush his opponents and receiving more and more love.

he became so obsessed with the glory that came from soccer that he began neglecting his own health and harming himself whenever things didn’t go his way when it came to soccer. his fingers wrapped tightly around his throat was once an action of his father, although it now carried on to him. bruises on his body was something that carried on from his childhood to his adult life, even though he had managed to escape his father when he was 15 after having been recruited from the prison.

whenever he lost a soccer match, he would go back to his room and cut off his airflow with his tattooed hand pressing right above the base of his neck as he struggled for oxygen, coughs constantly escaping him. it was only natural; after all, he lost a soccer match. he lost a bit of his humanity and love. he was just becoming subhuman again.

kaiser became so obsessed with soccer that he didn’t even realize that someone who loved him unconditionally was right there, right in front of him this whole time, and yet he was so caught up in his own life that he never even realized.

you and kaiser were childhood best friends. he was your mihya, not michael, no kaiser. he was small, weak, and couldn’t stand up to his father. he didn’t know how to speak to people in a kind manner. he bled when he fell on concrete, and yet he never cried. his face was always covered in grime and dried blood, his body was always littered in bruises, and yet he never cried in front of you. it took months after meeting you for him to finally even smile in front of you.

the first time kaiser ever cried in front of you was when you had gotten him a gift for his birthday.

kaiser never knew how to react to gifts, so he didn’t enjoy receiving them. but it was his eighth birthday, you were obviously going to get your best friend a gift. it was just a simple keychain of a blue rose, a flower you knew he liked. when you handed it to him with a cheerful “happy birthday, mihya!”, tears had sprung to his eyes.

he asked you why you were willing to give him a gift, why you were willing to spend time with him. when you just answered with a worried look and quiet “well, you’re my best friend, of course i would”, kaiser knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

maybe that was why his descent into madness and obsession hit you harder than it did kaiser.

you had indeed stuck with him, even now, at nineteen. twelve years after your initial meeting. you’ve had a crush on him for exactly as long as you had both met, spiraling from a small childhood crush to being deeply and hopeless in love and attached to him. and yet you had no idea whether kaiser liked you or not; he was too obsessed with soccer to show any signs.

whenever kaiser lost a match, you knew that he was going to commit to a session of harming himself for at least an hour so again. somehow, you felt more pain that kaiser did when he did so, always outside of his door, banging for him to stop and begging him to not do this to himself every time while tears escaped your eyes. you loved him; you didn’t want the boy you loved to be so willing and constant with hurting himself.

he ignored you every time, occasionally telling you to go away or mind your own business.

you had enough with it one day. you were sick of it, constantly hearing his choked noises from his bedroom every time he lost a match. finally, one day, when kaiser lost a match, he stormed off to his room again. but before he could slam the door shut, you shoved your entire body weight against the door, trying to stop it from shutting.

“what the fuck are you doing?” kaiser hissed, trying to push the door shut. “mind your own business. i’ll be done soon enough.” but no avail; you continued your weak attempts of pushing the door open. kaiser scoffed from the other side. he usually avoided getting mad at you, although it was hard for him to do so in the first place. but now you were starting to piss him off. can’t he offer himself a therapeutic session in peace?

“no! mihya, stop it and just open the door.” you were beginning to get pushed back from the door, before you used your final backup plan and shoved your arm in between the open space left from the door. you yelped from the pain, and kaiser instantly lost all anger at that moment, pulling open the door immediately when he heard your yelp. you stepped into the room stiffly.

“are you retarded? what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” kaiser exclaimed, wide eyed as you clutched your arm, which was beginning to turn into the color of a rotting plum. you turned to glare at him, angry tears springing to your eyes.

“i’ll do this shit every fucking time for as long as you keep doing this to yourself every damn time you lost a match, you idiot.” you replied. you sighed before looking down somberly. “how long are you going to keep doing this to yourself, mihya? you’re obsessed with fame. you’re obsessed with all of this. you’re enjoying ruining the lives of other people for love. mihya, that’s not worth it. that’s not worth your body. that’s not worth your mentality.”

kaiser felt anger bubbling up inside of him again, and before he realized his, his voice raised to a level that he would usually never dare to use with you, although he would be fine using this tone with anyone else. “you don’t fucking understand! your father never called you a subhuman! he never choked you for no reason! your mother never left you! your father never beat you every day no particular reason! your father didn’t require you to steal every fucking day because his fatass can’t move two meters from the couch and his precious beer! soccer makes me feel loved! soccer makes me feel human! soccer is with me!”

for a moment, you stood there silently. you stared at him as he huffed, his breathing shallow from the loud rant. his eyes were sharp, and in that moment, only one thought ran through your head.

this was still your mihya.

he was yelling at you, you knew that. but he has every right to say all of this, to be mad at the world, at you. he has every right to be upset, to be angry. he has every right to rant about his trauma. he has every right to trauma dump. but at the same time, he’s missing a key component here.

“well, would soccer still be with you if you were nobody?! would all of those fans and self-satisfying thoughts still love you if you were no one?!” you shouted. your eyebrows knit together; did he not realize how fabricating this all was? how shallow this all was?

“no one loved me when i was no one!” kaiser hollered back. “no one loved me when i was just some stupid brat who spent most of his time outside of his house wandering on the streets! no one loved me when my father still used to beat me every day like some fucking punching back! no one loved me when i was still just a subhuman!”

and at that moment, a tear leaked from the corner of your eye. shit, this wasn’t even your problem, and yet angry tears were still flowing. your fists clenched, before finally, you screamed. “i loved you were you were no one!” finally, you finally finally finally got it out. kaiser froze, but you kept on going. “i loved you when you still wore dirty clothes every day! i loved you when you didn’t even know how to say a polite word to anyone! i loved you when you were still small and stupid and you!”

your lips quivered, more tears threatening to fall. you wiped your eyes. “before the ‘love’. before the fame. before soccer. and mihya,” you placed a hand on your swelling arm, that was going from rotting plum purple to the blue of kaiser’s eyes. “i still love you. i love you. but if you just can’t accept it and you’ll continue to wallow in that stupid destructive self-pity of yours where you think that no one loves you, then don’t come crawling back to me!”

you turned around to leave the room, your hand on the door knob, until a warm pair of arms wrapped around your waist. your felt tears begin to soak through your shirt from your shoulder, and your eyes widened. he’s crying?

“goddamn it, i don’t know why im fucking crying. i shouldn’t be. but what the fuck…” kaiser whispered into your shoulder. “i—i-“ he gulped, and your could see his hands interlock together as they squeezed the other like a lifeline. “i love you too.”

finally.

you turned around, separating his hands from the other and intertwining your fingers with his. you smiled softly at him, a small sniffle escaping you. “you said it. im so proud of you, mihya.” you knew how much trouble he had saying those words. how hard it was to say something that you had never heard before. “and i love you.”

silently, you got on your tip-toes, your lips almost touching his, before a few quiet words escaped you. “is this okay?”

kaiser huffed quietly. “way to ruin to moment. you’re this far into the process, and now you’re asking? but fuck yes.” you laughed before you softly planted your lips onto his.

the kiss wasn’t rough in the least, but it spoke of years of pent up emotion and unspoken pain. kaiser untangled his fingers from your and cupped your face so strangely gently, which he silently swore in his heart at that moment that he would never hold someone else like this, like the love of his life.

and when kaiser pulled away from the kiss, just a bit out of breath but just right, that’s when he saw it. deep in your eyes, and also in his.

the look of love.

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a/n: i watched shark tale for the first time the other day, and it had NO RIGHT being that good. the angie and oscar argument changed me forever, and it inspired me to make this. i was originally going to make this for isagi before i realized that isagi is AWARE that his parents love him, and that this prompt also matches with kaiser better.

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fierceastheocean · 4 days ago

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characters ; otoya eita, karasu tabito || contains ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns

you've been otoya's longest situationship yet and even he's surprised at how long you two have lasted in this halfway-relationship, eventually thinking it over and coming to terms that its expiration date is coming soon. he's going over how to break the news to you to karasu over lunch, who listens a little more intently than usual.

otoya is describing how great of a kind-of-girlfriend you've been... how you're attentive but still give him space when needed, how you remember to pluck out his pickled vegetables when you make him a meal, how you always text him good morning and good night. but he says he can't chain himself down to one girl—he's still young after all. he wants to have fun. so he tells karasu he's planning to break the news that "this isn't really working out" to you tomorrow over dinner.

karasu raises a brow slowly at him. he asks otoya what it is about you specifically that otoya doesn't want to commit to, and otoya has to take a brief pause to think carefully, since no negative traits come to mind quickly unlike in his past relationships. one girl was too clingy. another girl did her makeup weird.

but when nothing comes up, he just merely shrugs and just repeats he wants to be a free man. he just can't see himself committing to a relationship.

so karasu takes a sip of his soda, puts it down, and stares at his best friend dead in the eye. dark indigo eyes bore into otoya, and he notices karasu's normal flicker of mischief is missing from them. a deep sincerity replaces it instead and karasu gives his usual soft smirk that he displays for his opponents on the field. but this time... it's directed towards otoya.

"so, ya don't mind if i ask her out then?" karasu asks, noticing the way that otoya immediately stiffens. "'cause if you don't want her... i'll gladly take yer place."

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fierceastheocean · 5 days ago

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✮⋆˙ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴? ˙⋆✮

[𝘊𝘞] ➻ 𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘕𝘢𝘨𝘪. 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 (fr this time)

You’re sitting on the couch with Nagi on the floor in between your legs, a controller in his hands as you watch him expertly dodging and killing enemies on the screen.

It was yet another casual late night gaming session. You didn’t mind though. You actually love those nights. You love playing video games. That’s actually how you met him. You used to go all the time at the arcade not far away from your neighborhood. He would often hang out over there, so you two rapidly became gaming buddies after playing against each other a couple times. Then from that point, one thing led to another and now he’s your boyfriend.

You haven’t been dating him for very long actually. Despite that, there’s nothing awkward or weird between you two— and surprisingly you feel really comfortable with him. There’s something about him that just puts you at ease— must be the fact that he’s pretty laid back. He never makes you overthink things and he’s really easy to talk to—even though he complains a lot. But honestly, you find it pretty cute.

However, tonight, you didn’t feel like playing. And again— you really like your gaming session with him. But…

It’s been three weeks of just doing that. Three whole weeks. You can’t take it anymore. You need to go out, go somewhere— anywhere! See things, visite places— anything really. You just need to do something different or you were seriously about to lose your mind. Watching him play was only entertaining the first few time, now you’re bored. Yet, you’re too stubborn to say anything to him. You don’t want to ruin his fun. Plus he said once that you were the best gaming partner, and you absolutely refuse to give up that title!!

You look down on his fluffy white hair as you start playing with it gently. He doesn’t say anything still focused on the game, but you keep going, patting his hair. He loves that that— or at least he doesn’t mind.

You’re a cuddle bear, and Nagi might be the comfiest human being ever— what a good match. Plus, he’s so cute? Sometime when you two cuddle together he would fall asleep snuggled against your chest. It’s so cute.

You smile softly before glancing back at his neck mischievously. You’re bored— so you might as well try to entertain yourself. You slowly start fluttering your fingers on the nape of his neck, leaving light and subtle touches. As you caress it, your index softly travel up to the base of his neck as you slowly let your hand slip in his hair.

You lean slightly towards him with a playful smile stretching your lips, waiting for Nagi to react to your teasing. Yet nothing. He’s still focused on his game, softly pressing his controller’s buttons. A little disappointed, you pout. It’s so hard to make him react sometime. Admitting defeat already, you let go of his hair letting your hand fall beside you.

However, hearing the sound effect of defeat echoing in the room, makes you glance at him shifting in his seat as he suddenly turns his upper body to face you.

“ - Why did you stop?” He simply asks.

“ - Huh?” You blink rapidly, opening and closing your mouth, taken aback by his question.

Not knowing what to say, you just stare at him.

Well— before you two even started dating you were already being touchy with Nagi. Always kissing, pinching his cheeks or squeezing him in your arms. Telling him to lower his head so you could pat it, and more. That’s just how your relationship with him has always been since you know him— he kinda just accepted it and never complained somehow. And even when he became your boyfriend nothing really changed. It was and is still the same. Expect now you kiss him on the lips.

Basically, you’re the one who makes all the move when it comes to physical stuff so the fact that he seems eager for it kinda throw you off.

“- Oh… You were so into the game, I figured that I’d let you—”

He quickly cuts you grabbing one of your hand and putting back on his neck.

“ - Keep going.”

“ - What?”

“ - Feels good. I like it.” He says, putting his controller aside.

Oh—You giggle your heart fluttering. Yeah he’s really your personal teddy bear.

“- Come sit here then.” He slowly gets up and flopped on the couch, crossing his legs. His eyes nonchalantly following your every move, yet could still notice the hint of curiosity in them. A playful giggle escapes you as you uncrossed his legs to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.

A smug smile spreads on your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“ - Looks like I finally got a reaction out of you huh?”

“ - I don’t know? I just liked how it felt…”

“ - I’ll do something better then.”

You press your forehead against his, giggling softly as he observes you curiously. Slowly, you pull your head back and plant a quick kiss on his right cheek.

Without hesitation, you do the same to the other side, but this time, your lips linger just a little longer before you pull away.

“ - That’s not what you where doing—”

You cut him off with a peck on his lips

“ - Hush.”

Your fingers slides in his fluffy white hair as you lean in, your lips softly brushing against the skin of his neck. And with your ear right next to his nose, you can hear his steady breath. You definitely have to change that, right?

You tease him some more, playfully brushing your lips this time, on the spot just under his earlobe. You giggle satisfied when he tilts his head instinctively. With a faint smirk on your lips, you press a soft kiss on his neck, then one higher, and another one on again— leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist, gripping it softly. And from that alone, you already feel like your heart is about to explode. And, sure it wasn’t the first time Nagi had held you like that— sure, you’re used to kiss him all over when you cuddle with him— but this time… this time, it’s different. The atmosphere between you two has changed. You know he feels it too. Your brain is telling you to stop, but that feeling coming deep from your heart wants to see where this is going to lead you. You feel Nagi’s hand slide inside your loose t-shirt, gripping your waist tightly, and your breath hitch from the sensation of his cold hand on your skin. You straighten up, taking time to observe his expressions. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, head tilted, breath slightly uneven— you can’t help but get curious about what more you could see.

You blink, new sensation and new emotion rushing inside your heart. They are all mixed up together forming a lump on your chest making your breath shallow. As you run your hand through his hair affectionately— a gesture he seems to love— and with his arms still inside your t-shirt caressing your waist, he leans forward to rest his head on your chest.

“ - Are you being shy Sei?”

No response. Nagi usually accepts whatever type of affection you give him with no problem. But sometimes he can get embarrassed and tries to hide the way you make him blush. You chuckle smugly and place a kiss on top of his head.

“ - There’s no need to be shy—”

Suddenly, he straightens up and grips your waist lifting you off his laps to then effortlessly lay you down on the couch.

“- Let me try.” His eyes are laced with feelings that you’ve never seen before.

Hovering above you, he looks directly in your eyes while placing one hand on your hip making it slide on your tummy. Then, he lowers his head next your throat kissing it in the same way you did.

You gasp, but quickly cover your mouth to prevent any embarrassing sounds from getting out. You can actually feel your cheeks getting redder as Nagi covers your neck with light kisses. A breathy sigh slips from you as he slightly graze your neck with his teeth. Your eyelids are becoming heavy and your throat dried up— you lick your lips swallowing hard as Nagi tilts your head to get a better access.

You sure didn’t expect him to react this way. Usually teasing him with kisses and hugs always results in cuddles sessions, where he would hold you tight all night long. But this time— it almost feels like you have a different man in front of you. If your kisses were only light teasing, his are getting more insistent— more passionate. It was a first for both of you.

His hands slowly slides up your chest under your shirt, and you can sense a slight hesitation, that was totally gone the moment he grips it gently, still nibbling on your neck and moving closer to your collarbone.

“Sei…” Your finally close your eyes a breathy sigh escaping you as your respiration becomes even more shallow.

Still nibbling your neck and brushing it with his teeth seemingly wanting to bite into it, he instead starts to suck on the sensitive spot he created with his kisses— gently tugging at it with his tongue, a red spot starting to form.

A shiver runs through your body, tightening your grip on his shoulders. You gasp, and your eyes snaps open— you didn’t expect this reaction from yourself— shivering this way… from a mere hickey at that— and Nagi neither. He pulls back from your neck, tilting his head while he gazes at you with a half curious half amused look.

Flustered, your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as you hide your face behind your hands.

“ - Are you being shy?” He said teasingly.

“ - Please, shut up.”

You gently push him away from you, while still trying to hide your flushed face. What the hell just happened anyway?? Not just only your reaction no—the whole thing.

You didn’t know he could be bold like that. You didn’t know he could turn into a beast when provoked.

And now you’re wondering what would have happened if the way your body reacted to his touch hadn’t stopped him.

You instantly recall the way his lips and teeth grazed your skin, the way his hand roamed all over you body gently gripping you soft and warm skin—

“ - Oh my god…” you whisper, feeling heat rushing to your face again as you bury it in a cushion.

“ - You liked it, didn’t you?”

You sit up, a small pout on your face. You couldn’t believe it. Nagi, out of all people, is teasing you. Then he lazily leans into you, pressing his head against yours.

“ - Teasing you is easier than I thought. I should do that more often.” He smirks as you push him away again.

“- You tricked me...” you grumble slowly removing the cushion on your face.

“- You're cute.”

“ - Okay, okay I get it, please stop now.” You say flustered.

You grab the controller sitting on the floor and hand it to him. Right now you need a distraction, because this side of Nagi was making your heart and mind race.

“ - Let’s play! I want a revenge.”

“ - A revenge?

“ - Yeah. I can’t let you win a battle like that.

Nagi chuckles shaking his head.

“ - Okay but you’re going to lose.”

“ - What are you talking about! You huff. I’m way better than you at this game.”

You notice an envelope with your name on the table from the corner of your eyes. Weird. You were almost sure it wasn’t there before. Curious you glance at your boyfriend, silently asking him what is it.

“ - It’s for you.” He says handing you the envelope.

“ - For me??”

“ - Open it.”

You nod setting your controller down on table.

Inside it, you find two tickets to the theme park you've been wanting to try since it’s grand opening last month. And not just any tickets— a three-day VIP pass.

You gasp in surprise. You only mentioning this theme park to him last week, and he already got tickets?

Squealing, excited, you instantly dive into his arms to kiss him on the lips.

“ - Thank you Seishiro!!! How did you get these?? Wait… don’t tell me— it’s Reo, isn’t it?”

“ - Yeah, he helped me. The ticket office was way too crowded.. couldn’t get in.”

You laugh, nuzzling his face, happy to do something else other than playing games. And suddenly, you remember the second ticket in the envelope. Wait— is it his ticket? Does that means he’s going with you? We’re talking about Nagi here— the laziest person you know. Does he even know what’s going on at a theme park?

You looked at him sceptical, yet, you didn’t even have time to ask anything that he already answered.

“ - Yeah it’s mine. And yes I’m coming with you. He sigh. It’s gonna be a hassle but it’s okay since it’s you.”

You can help but coo at how cute he is. A feeling of happiness flooding in your heart. You kiss his cheek again, this time longer and he close his eyes as your mouth sinks on his skin. He’s really perfect.

You ask him to lower his head and run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“ - You’re the best! Let’s play now.”

He simply nods handing you your controller.

Yeah, of course you’re still kinda tired of gaming nights. But you can never get tired of your awesome and cute boyfriend, Seishiro Nagi.

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fierceastheocean · 5 days ago

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i love, love, love, LOVE yapper isagi. yes my love, i definitely know what you mean by "metavision" and "talented geniuses and talented learners" and "self-style vs. world-style ego" and your fuckass chart in your head explaining the entire spectrum.

need to shut him up with a kiss and it not fazing him in any way. he just goes back to yapping.

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fierceastheocean · 6 days ago

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I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon

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fierceastheocean · 6 days ago

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5 favorite Blue Lock characters? 5 least liked characters as well.

oooo okay!

🪼my favs!🪼

1. Kunigami Rensuke

MY KINGGGGGG!!!! I adore him he’s perfect idc if he’s traumatized i love himmmmm. bros a cutie patootie. i could heal him trust. no but on a real note can we talk abt how he’s such a strong person, mentally and physically? amazing character, well written, and he’s hot. enough said.

2. Isagi Yoichi

Goatsagi 🐐you gotta love him, this mf takes stuff out of his ass and always makes it work like wtf. also a hottie, but mostly a cutie. this man has no trauma, he’s just a psycho for the love of the game LMFAOOOOO. he’s a cutie.

3. Karasu Tabito

Inteligence is sooo hot. he’s so funny too. like come on give us everything. not to mention that hes hot too, duh. I loveeeee analytical men, he’s so fine.

4. Barou Shoei

Lion king. he’s so badass, he’s the one that initially pushes isagi to go beyond what he was. actually so goated, every time he’s on the field it’s lights out for the opps trust.

5. Bachira Meguru

Cutieeeee. love the little bumblebee, he’s so cutie. he’s also a little shit. he takes over the field with his dribbling, and i adore how he truly just adores the freedom of soccer, much like Isagi.

HMs: Nagi — bros such a cutie, tired all the time and yet just pulls out these insanely creative plays. hope he locks in tho.

Kurona—bros such a cutie patootie. loveee his little talking tic.

Rin — uhmmm marry me? once he’s emotionally stable though, i understand the sibling traumas 😞

🪸least favs🪸

1. Oliver Aiku

Although i like his character to an extend, i can’t STAND men who act like little boys. take off that stubble if ur gonna be a womanizer u overrated wall.

2. Eita Otoya

Similar reason to Aiku, can’t stand cheaters. ik he said he wouldn’t do it before, but my point stands

3. Igaguri whatever his name is

WHY WAS HE THERE INSTEAD OF KUNIGAMI, WHAT THE FUCK

4. Julian Loki

Everything that Isagi said, my king clocked this sonic wannabe 🙏

5. Sae Itoshi

ik he went through some traumas which is why he’s not super high on the list, but how much effort does it take to not be a complete asshole to your little brother like hello 😭

Hm: Chris Prince like ho stop doing all these ads u are NOT allat. also noel now fuck u too but i still kinda like u idk

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk kunigami #kunigami rensuke #bachira meguru #karasu tabito #otoya eita #oliver aiku #isagi yoichi #barou shouei #sae itoshi #julian loki #rin itoshi #nagi seishiro #kurona ranze

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fierceastheocean · 7 days ago

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it’s giving poetry ⁉️⁉️⁉️

something (more) about domestic sae. the sun is just beginning to rise over the horizon; his typical time for an early morning run. it’s routine; it’s predictable. but as he’s sitting up, rolling shoulders out from sleep, he feels the faintest tug on his arm.

“no,” you protest, quiet in the pre-dawn hours.

you don’t see it, not with your eyes still half-closed and drowsy, not with your face still half-buried in the duvet. but his eyes soften slightly, the sun reflecting off sea glass, mirroring honeyed liquor back at you.

“no?”

“no,” you murmur again. “stay.”

“I have to go, though.”

“no.”

he huffs softly, and it isn’t nearly as exasperated as it should be. your sleep blurs your typically sharp tongue, softening your arguments into one-word replies, cottony and cloud-like. he brushes a stray curl off your temples.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“no,” you protest again, eyes opening slightly before immediately wincing at the daylight. yet you reach for him again, tugging sleepily on his fingers.

something in his chest coils and tightens around his heart. the snake you are, he thinks, hunting within his ribs. leaving now seems criminal. he nearly coos at the sight, but stifles the sound.

leaning down, he instead presses his lips to your forehead, breathing in the floral scent of your shampoo from your shower the night before. your supple lotion. his own cologne from the linen shirt you stole.

the vice in his chest ensnares his heart only tighter.

“you can’t keep doing this, hmm? I need to go.”

you stifle your own smile, blinking one eye open at him, burnt sugar in the sunlight. “no.”

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fierceastheocean · 7 days ago

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imagine rin snitching on you to sae about your little crush on him.

“…that was 11 years ago, sae.”

“you wanna watch big bro again?” the black-haired boy groans out in annoyance. “uh-huh!” you gleam out while smiling—flashing him with your braced teeth. you’ve been asking rin that question a lot recently and it’s starting to irk him a little bit. he isn’t stupid, he can put two and two together to compose a theory about you having something a little more than friendly feelings for his sibling. however, he can’t deny the fact that he does want to see his brother play too. that’s what brings you to the neighborhood’s field to watch the muddy-red-head kick around some stupid ball. it looks like sae didn’t seem to care about the two pairs of eyes watching him—it makes you question whether he even remembers rin shouting to him 30 minutes prior. “girl, you don’t even like soccer.” he deadpans next to you with this hands shoved into his jacket’s pockets—that is a very true statement—and the fact you don’t know anything about the sport other than playing against other people to shoot a ball into a goal. you stay silent to contemplate the answer (you’re lowkey just distracted by the way sae moves are so languid). “hey, i watch you play too!” you retort, suppressing the urge to punch his shoulder. “that’s because i ask you to,” so he’s doubling down and admitting he actually forces you to watch him play? “but last time i checked, i don’t see big bro asking you.” he finishes before sticking his popsicle back into his mouth. there’s no arguing with that so you don’t respond any further.

rin is very observant—he can tell your body stiffens whenever sae comes onto your radar even just for a second. the way you stop mid-conversation to hold your breath when he asks rin (and you but you do nawt speak) what you guys want for dinner when you stay over. rin can’t contain his laughter when his brother leaves the room. “what are you laughing about?” you sound annoyed and flattened after holding your breath—he has to hold his hand up to signal you to just wait until he’s done laughing. “what the heck was that?” he says in between chuckles. you catch onto what he means by that… you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are, are you? “it wasn’t that funny!” you finally get to punch his shoulder in embarrassment after he makes it very apparent that you are quite obvious. despite the fact you haven’t ever actually vocalized to him that you like sae yet, you basically already have. but he’s like an ongoing court case—everybody is innocent until proven guilty.

it’s the way you refuse to go anywhere in the itoshi house unless you’re with rin. he thinks you’re insufferable when you have to insist there’s a ghost who doesn’t allow you to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water—good thing rin is an exorcist! he begrudgingly leads you downstairs only to lean against the wall to wait for you to finish getting your water. oh but if sae is also there? you crawl your way back up the stairs with rin following close behind you, whispering displeased questions. “you just said you were dying of thirst!” he whisper-shouts the moment he closes his bedroom door—he’s getting real annoyed of your antics. “not anymore…” you’re pathetic, making him do a lot just to become a scaredy-cat? “i’d rather not drag a dead body out of my room.” he alludes as if you were actually going to die of dehydration.

you can’t just (basically) live at the itoshi household without interacting with sae at least once. panic begins to set in your stomach when you hear shuffling from behind rin’s bedroom door—is it a robber? is it a murderer? oh no, it is much worse—it’s sae! you hear the doorknob twist and it’s too late for you to hide under the bed or maybe the closet… aw shit—he’s already standing there in all his glory with rin’s training bag. “oh, it’s you.” he says in sight of seeing a familiar figure on his younger brother’s bed. “where’s rin?” he asks and cocks an eyebrow when you don’t respond immediately. why did he have to go looking for him at the worst time? (which is all the time) “h-he’s in the bathroom…” bruh wtf goes through your head which you mentally slap in absolute cringe at your stutter. “oh okay, i’ll leave his bag here. bye.” he drops the bag on the floor before taking his leave—without closing the door! you’re too flushed to care about the gesture. when rin eventually does return to his bedroom, he’s met with the sight of an open door and his friend looking traumatized on his bed.

or that one time where you accidentally clung onto sae after getting an adrenaline rush from a horror movie rin really wanted to watch. you didn’t understand why sae insisted on sitting next to you on the couch when there was a perfectly open spot beside rin. “…and i’ll blow your house in!” a crazed man wielding an axe says before hacking the white door in-front of him the scene was the equivalent to actually being chased and you subconsciously gripped anything beside you which turned into full on hugging. “uhm…” there’s a voice beside you that brings you back to reality. you look at the direction of the voice then hesitantly look up to whatever you’re hugging. oh. my. word. you are clinging onto sae’s arm. safe to say rin was in the middle for the rest of the movie viewings.

“can you just admit it?” rin grumbled after a match with another school. “no idea what y’er talkin’ ‘bout!” you sing-song happily while extending your hand to give him the water-bottle he asked for. his movements halted, the towel on top of his head being left there to rot. he looks at you like he hates you for saying that, he snatches his water-bottle like it’s a crime for you to even be holding it. the man in-front of you is absolutely tired of your bullshit that he has tolerated for at least 3 years. “admit it right now.” he’s a lot more serious and anticipating an answer—more than any other situation he’s asked you in. “legit, no idea what you’re talking about.” there’s a lot of things you do need to admit, like how you still need to admit that you’re the one who added the vinegar in his soy sauce… “you like big bro, don’t you?” he bluntly states. “w-what makes you think that?” you stutter like the one time sae directly spoke to you. “everything.” it’s disturbing how much rin means to you that you actually finally admit your feelings.

it’s like you’re the 3rd child of the itoshi family, being at the airport to watch (the love of your life) sae depart for another country. there were tearful goodbyes which you wanted to relate to but you couldn’t because then it would out you for liking him because you never really talked to him anyway. he was exchanging goodbyes with each of his family members—his dad, then his mom, lastly rin. okay… why’s he looking over to you… “it’s okay to cry over this, i know you’ll miss me.” he winks, his stupid bangs actually looking good for once—it feels like every blood cell in your body is rushing to your cheeks and ears. “why’d he say that…” you turn to rin who is beside you after sae turned his back towards everybody for who knows how long. “i told him.” he blurts out. “RIN!!!!”

your feelings were definitely not resolved that day. you still have silent beef with rin for him outing you, you didn’t even know he snitched until he told you! the last time sae was in the country other than for u-20, he had a really bad comeback with rin—making you ice over your affections (not an effective way for getting over somebody btw).

“so?” he’s condescending. the absence of his bangs make you realize how much more grown he looks now. however, the thing that you really take note of is his eyes. sure, he’s grown more into his face but the way his eyes are half-lidded and no longer the bright annoyed ones make you really question everything.

gosh—literally every time he speaks to you, you just can’t make up the words. that ‘that was 11 years ago, sae’ was probably all your confidence for the next 11 years to come. “a lot can happen during a decade.” you push through to retort, clutching the bag that hung lazily over your shoulder. out of anywhere, he chooses to confront you like this—after a game?

“i didn’t even say it myself, that was rin!” you defend yourself, not letting yourself give into his advancements. he steps forward and you know he’s shorter than rin but fucking hell… “i changed a lot, didn’t i?” it’s a rhetorical question—he knows you can tell. it’s like he was testing the waters because when you don’t respond but you don’t react violently either, he continues, “i’m not stupid either. you don’t think i couldn’t tell?”

which event was he referring to? what if he was referring to when… oh not now. “okay, so what if it was true? that doesn’t mean i like you anymore.” you scramble around your thoughts to find words. “too bad, i still like you.”

ugh, i waited this long.

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fierceastheocean · 8 days ago

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On the Bridge .ᐟ

❤︎ | You and Karasu Tabito talk one morning on a long and winding bridge... ╰ feat. karasu tabito (bllk) x gn! reader

tags - fluff, gn! reader, no y/n, childhood friends, hiori feature

MEGA MASTERLIST

There was a long winding bridge in your idyllic hometown. Oftentimes it was lively in the afternoons. People would take a stroll with their family or pets there. It was also a popular spot for sweethearts wanting to have a quiet moment for just the two of them. The breeze was always gentle and the scenery made it even better.

In the mornings, however, it was usually empty. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by, but they'd be gone as soon as they came. It's not like it's a huge bother either since the bridge was quite long. There was enough room that the awkward smile-and-wave to a random stranger in the guise of being polite was unnecessary.

You took this as an opportunity to hang out at a specific spot on the bridge to clear your head. Waking up early in the morning, you'd often find your feet dragging you to this place like clockwork.

Today was the same as every other day: the birds were chirping, the breeze flew through your hair, and the sun shone down brightly on everything beneath it. You liked this; you liked the never-changing nature of this place and your life.

You embraced familiarity with open arms.

But you should have known that today wasn't going to be the same as the others. You had only one man to blame for that and it was Karasu Tabito.

Karasu decided that it would be funny to startle you. It was deathly silence the whole time you were there so, to hear a voice out of nowhere and a finger jabbing at your shoulder would've induced a heart attack. At least that's what you told him what would've happened if you weren't as strong as you were.

"So dramatic..." he drawls out. He's got a lazy grin on his face, sleep still distinct in his eyes. They were puffy, like he had only woken up a few minutes prior.

You roll your eyes at him which earns a chuckle. He takes the spot beside you, perching his elbows on the concrete railing of the bridge. Through the corner of your eye, you see him admire the surroundings with a small smile.

"So," you start. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Was out on a walk with Hiori. We were gon' to play football, but..."

You cock your head to look at him. "But? But what?"

"Thought I'd mess with him first and hide for a while."

An exasperated look crossed your face. Between the two of them, you were closer to Hiori. Your parents were friends and it only made sense for the two of you to be as well. In fact, the only reason you knew Karasu was because of him. You could vividly imagine what kind of reaction this little trick would elicit from the blue-haired boy.

"What a nice friend you are."

He took to your sarcasm well—like he would always do. After all, it was only fair after you had developed thick skin due to his relentless teasing (you call it bullying, but he prefers the word teasin'). And unlike, Hiori, you were unsure what kind of relationship you had with the man next to you.

You poke fun at each other like a pair of best friends that have known each other for years, but then you've only been around each other a couple of times. Most of those instances were with Hiori too.

This moment the two of you are sharing on the bridge—it was a rare one to say the least.

The fact that you've seldom spent time with him alone made you a bit nervous. A comfortable silence was a luxury not yet made available to you. The air shifted into an awkward one and neither of you knew what to say to rectify it.

"So what ha-" / "You know-"

Of course, you two had to speak at the same time. But the cherry on top was the way you two turned to look at the other person in unison. And... you two stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"No, no, you go first," you offered so kindly—hoping that he'd carry on and forget about the earlier blunder.

He scratched the back of his neck. "I was jus' gonna ask what you've been doin' lately. Barely seen ya."

It was a normal thing to say by all means, but the last part—that's where you were hung up on. Too bad for Karasu, you had a knack for not answering his questions in favor of being obstinate.

"Why? Do you have to see me all the time?"

An all-knowing smirk slowly creeped on his face. "Nah... but that'd be nice."

Nice? What would be so nice about seeing someone who's barely your friend? Karasu didn't seem like the type to engage in exaggerated pleasantries. Pretending to be nice wasn't his thing.

If Karasu were to say anything good, it would've meant that it was true.

The breeze blew a bit more strongly this time around—blowing the stray hairs out of your face. Looking down, you realize that you had been fidgeting with your fingers. As soon as you do see it, you stop. It would be bad if he got weird ideas about you being nervous around him.

You clear your throat. "Shouldn't you go back to Hiori now?"

"Ah... well... ya makin' me leave?"

"No," you retort. "It's just... y'know? He must be looking for you still."

He lets out a soft chuckle which causes you to glance over to him. "Eh, he'll be fine. I wouldn't wan' cha to be alone here anyway."

You insist that you'd be alright. This had been your routine for several mornings now. It's highly unlikely that something bad would happen to you now. But he ignores your reasoning, clicking his tongue in annoyance to get his point across.

But neither of you would be sticking around the bridge for long.

"Karasu! You idiot!"

Both of you turned to look at where the voice was coming from. A figure stood a good distance away from where the two of you were talking. But even without seeing the person, you knew it was your mutual friend, Hiori.

He was running towards you—a pissed off expression could be clearly seen on his otherwise timid face. Of course, Karasu had the biggest grin—as if making his friend angry was a hobby of his.

One step turned into two then, three. Next thing you know, you two were running off.

"Wait... why are we running again?" you ask while trying to keep up with his pace.

His long legs paired with his athletic capability left you in the dust, but he spared you a glance and a reassuring smile. "Why're ya followin' me then?"

"I don't know!"

Laughter erupts from him as he slows down a bit to match your embarrassing pace. He grabs your hand, pulling you along with him.

"Ya better not slow me down, a'ight?"

So you ran off, giggling like maniacs, while your poor friend was left to chase the two of you.

╰ author's note this was posted on my old blog but I transferred it here :D

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