mymeloreo

[mymeloreo]

we need to talk about reo’s mischaracterization.

no, he is not some perfect and sweet guy who will spoil you rotten with money. in fact, it’s hinted at that reo dislikes and often avoids using his money on other people. reo is not emotionally intelligent in the least and was so sheltered in his childhood that he grew up to be emotionally vulnerable, hence why he doesn’t look at the big picture and think things through and only tries to get nagi back when he leaves him.

reo is so used to having everything handed to him that the moment something gets taken away from him, he loses all logic and will do anything to get it back. he likes everything to be in his control, and he likes it when people does what he wants them to, uncaring of their emotions and only caring about his own. in a way, reo’s personality is extremely similar to his father’s, as his father wanted reo to inherit the corporation despite reo’s not wanting to.

when things don’t go his way, reo turns into a spoiled brat. he gets upset and refuses to see the bigger picture, often too caught up in his own emotions to realize the logic of the situation and that he is being immature.

this panel says a lot. for context, reo’s parents had just told him that he can’t win the world cup because he needs to inherit the company. before i discuss the ridiculous situation here, why does reo even consider killing his parents? they haven’t been abusive in any way up to this point in his entire life. he has zero right to want to kill his parents. not only that, but his dad has a point. reo is 16 (soon to be 17) in this scene, and his dad is perfectly correct to think that starting soccer so late, especially in a life where you’ve been training for business your entire childhood, is stupid.

all in all, im all for reo being a lovesick guy who gets emotionally attached easily. but remember that this guy also has a nasty spoiled personality who has the emotional maturity of a child and the attitude of a toddler when things don’t go his way.

(and yes, i do know that his parents are to blame for their child ending up this way since they’ve spoiled him ever since he was born.)

[mymeloreo]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭?!"

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!

content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!

notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life. 

it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.

his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. 

but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.

“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”

now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.

but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.

the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.

you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious. 

“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”

sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”

like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.

“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”

you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”

sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.

his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.

“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.

“are you pregnant?”

you giggled. “maybe.”

his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”

a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”

for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.

“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”

you snorted, “excuse me?”

he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.

“my pull-out game was shit.”

you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”

his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window. 

rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.

the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”

rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.

turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”

“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”

as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.

the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”

that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”

“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”

as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.

“... you’re not joking, are you?”

you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”

he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you. 

he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.

“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.

“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”

his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”

“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”

rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”

you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”

his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.

you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”

a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.

“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well. 

the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.

kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”

you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut. 

“ah.”

“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.

kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”

your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”

“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”

for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.

then– 

“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”

his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”

you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”

he pulled something out. and froze. 

you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.

positive.

an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.

he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.

“yes.”

“are you actually serious?” he repeated.

you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”

“holy fuck.”

kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak. 

again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek. 

you blinked.

tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.

“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”

you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.

“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”

and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.

but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy. 

“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.

seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.

you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”

you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.

when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”

you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”

his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—

“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.

you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”

it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again. 

“did we run out of food?”

you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”

you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile. 

your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.

“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”

your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile. 

geez. what had gotten into him?!

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.

his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”

but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.

“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.

“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”

your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.

“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.” 

reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.

the sonogram appeared. 

reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.

you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”

“i’m going to be a father?”

“what does the sonogram say?”

he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”

“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.

he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.

he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.

“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.

“what do you mean?”

you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”

reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.

“are you serious? we’re having twins?”

you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”

his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”

“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.

“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.

you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.

isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.

“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.

you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”

he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”

“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.

“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.

you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”

your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”

he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.

“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?” 

he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”

you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”

before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.

“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”

still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.

“another one,”

you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.

“that’s not enough,”

“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.

he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.

“thank you, my love.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈

it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.

but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.

he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?” 

he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.

you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.

“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.

“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”

he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.

but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”

barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.

“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”

but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”

barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”

“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”

he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”

your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”

barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”

you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.

he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”

as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.

“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”

his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”

you blinked. “what about practice?”

he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.

“skipping. you always come first.”

—

“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”

you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”

you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.

“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”

you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.

you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”

“i can take care of you.”

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[mymeloreo]

cw: suggestive

you hear karasu’s footsteps pattering around the bed, floorboards creaking at every motion. wisps of his cologne grazes your skin as he examines your form on his bed—kneeling on the mattress with your hands cuffed behind your back, an indigo blindfold over your eyes.

you bite your lip as you hear him chuckle lowly, “what a sight, darlin’.”

“it’s all for you, tabito,” you say softly.

the mattress dips with a familiar weight and you smell his cologne again, this time much stronger as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, his rough and warm hand stroking your cheek.

you squirm under his touch, anticipation brewing. dark blue inks over your vision, hindering karasu from it, but you can only imagine he has his signature smirk on his face.

his cologne fills your nose again—lavender mixed with cashmere wood, a dash of amber pinched in. a scent you’re used to, a scent you’re comforted by. his lips graze your ear suddenly, making your back arch from the ghost of his breath.

“i have somethin’ for ya,” he whispers. “somethin’ new for ya t’play with. be good and wait here, yeah?”

you nod, always on your best behavior for him, excitement stirring in your fluttering stomach. his cologne fades and you hear him exiting the bedroom, the door clicking. perhaps a new toy of sorts? or maybe some new restraints—karasu always liked the sight of you being tied up.

the door clicks open again a moment later, karasu’s familiar adagio of his footsteps reaching your ears and you can smell his cologne again.

but there’s something else. there’s a pair of quieter, yet more quickened footsteps trailing behind him. they’re not as heavy as karasu’s; they’re rather paced and steady—an allegro.

then, you can pick up another scent. another cologne. a mix of jasmine and agarwood, a softer scent in comparison to karasu’s. you feel like you’ve smelled it before.

“sweetness, i thought that we could use ‘nother helpin’ hand for tonight,” karasu states to the right of you, but you feel the mattress dip from your left. “hope ya enjoy.”

the foreign cologne suddenly fills your senses, and a hushed voice reaches your left ear, an intonation that suddenly sounds all the familiar when you reach an epiphany as a thin, cold hand tucks a piece of hairs away from your face.

“what’s up?” otoya murmurs into your ear.

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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✿ Till Death Do Us Apart

When Isagi married his childhood friend and the love of his life, he thought nothing could ever break him.

February 12, 2010

Yoichi didn't appreciate not being able to play soccer. He was at school, and unfortunately, the rain wouldn't stop pouring. As he was daydreaming about dribbling past an opponent, he was suddenly interrupted by a shy and quiet voice.

"Hello, uhm... Can I borrow a pencil?"

He looked at you and immediately recognized your face. You were in the same class, but never talked much. Also, probably because of your illness that required you to skip school for most of the time. "Sure, here." As he reached for his pencil case and gave one to you, a little "thank you" was heard from you. And to him, that might've been the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

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September 23, 2014

Walking home from school has been his favorite thing since he met you. It has become a tradition for the both of you to stop by an ice cream store before going home, and the two of you are basically inseparable. Adults always say that him and you would often end up together. But be didn't understand that. Just because a girl and a boy were close, doesn't mean they have to be dating right?

But as he looks at you peacefully eating your ice cream, comes a sudden feeling in his chest. What is it? Why does he feel like this? He physically felt himself get red in the face and had to turn away before you saw him. God, how embarrassing!

"Yoichi, are you ok? Why do you look so red?" You ask, as you get concerned. He's not sick, is he?

"W-what, no.. I'm fine, just a little hot... that's all.." he stutters. Maybe the adults were right. Maybe, he did want to be more than friends.

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July 21, 2016

He stayed up all night, constantly practicing in front of his mirror on how to confess his feelings. God, why does it have to be so hard? He knows he's risking his friendship for this, but... Maybe it's worth a try.

Being sick since childhood was never a fun experience. You always miss out on a lot of things. And now, as you're out at the park with your best friend, Yoichi, you suddenly feel a wave of dizziness hit you.

Before falling, he catches you. And with the little bit of strength, you tried opening your eyes to see worry all over his face.

"Y/N? Y/N? hey, answer me!" Was the last thing you've heard before blacking out.

A few hours later, you woke up at the hospital bed. Feeling a little shaken, you looked around and saw your parents sitting beside your bed. "Y/N, dear? You're awake!" Your mom screams as she pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. "Mom... I'm ok.... Where's Yoichi?"

Suddenly, the door opens and he arrives. "Hey, Y/N, I'm so sorry... I should've looked out for you. I'm really sorry." He says as he bows down. "No! It's ok really, it's not your fault!" You say as your parents walked out of the room, to give you both space.

"Actually, the reason I took you out was to confess. I really like you, Y/N. For a very long time now. And I'm sorry that it's not exactly the time to confess now... But I thought you should know."

As he closes his eyes, preparing to receive the most painful rejection of his life, you suddenly smile. "I like you too, Yoichi."

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November 19, 2018

Your boyfriend has agreed to join on this Blue Lock project, and although not knowing much about soccer, you knew just how much he loved it.

"Are you sure you'll be fine? You'll be away for quite some time..."

"Don't worry, Y/N! I'll win this, don't worry. Oh, and don't forget about me while I'm gone!"

And just like that, he's away chasing his dreams. Now you might be a little dramatic, it'll just be for a few weeks, or months. Who knows? You haven't been away from each other this long. And although you feel sad, you also feel so much happiness in your heart seeing how your boyfriend makes his dreams come true.

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May 17, 2024

Despite his struggles at Blue Lock and going against world class players, he's never felt so nervous before. Hell, he's about to propose to the love of his life! No soccer match has ever made him this nervous before.

The table? Check. The flowers? Check? The night view? Check. The ring in his pocket? Check.

When you arrived at the place, everything started out normal. You ate, laughed, talked about normal stuff. What you failed to notice somehow is the nervous look in his eyes as you talk his ear off about one of your current interests.

Suddenly, before the date ends, he suddenly held your hand in his and looked at your eyes.

"Y/N, since the money I've met you and up to this very day, I don't think anyone or anything has made me happy as much as you did. You were always there to support me and I don't think I can ever spend another second of my life without making me yours."

Tears started to form in your eyes as he kneeled down and opened the small velvet box, revealing what might've been the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

"So, will you marry me?"

You stay silent for a while before the tears start to completely fall as you tackle him to the ground. "Yes! Yoichi, Yes! A million times yes!" And god, that might've been the best night of his life.

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October 17, 2026

Being married to you has been the best moment of his life. But not when your illness suddenly came back stronger than it was before. You've been married to him for almost 2 years now, and your situation seems to only get worse.

"Dear, are you sure that you're alright?"

"I'm fine, Yoichi. Stop worrying so much."

Which was a lie, as you were everything but fine. After a doctor's appointment that revealed you only have less than a year to live, you didn't want to make your husband sad. You were going to make the final months of your life with him memorable without telling him the truth. You wouldn't be able to handle telling him that the love of his life only had a little time left.

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February 12, 2027

Death comes in at times that you don't expect. One moment, Yoichi was busy giggling and talking with his wife, and the next, he woke up to find her unresponsive next to him.

He felt empty. The moment the doctor's words truly sank in and realizing you were gone, he couldn't bring himself to even cry. Even at your wake, and at the funeral itself, he didn't shed a single tear.

Grief is a weird thing. One moment, he's trying to accept your death and another, he's breaking down while eating Kintsuba when he realizes he's slowly forgetting what your version tastes like.

Nothing truly hurts than losing someone you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.

A/N: this is a little cringe I'm sorry 😭

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GET TO KNOW ME ♡

Jess | infp | Dec. 1

Likes: blue lock, Reo, musicals, animations, literature, journalism, brain rot/social media

Guys I love Reo so much I have no one to talk about my love for him ☹️🥀

Also I swear I'm a fun person everything I write just becomes angst for some reason

Masterlist

Request rules

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BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST <3

BLUE LOCK

The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall (angst) Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Mikage Reo

Reo Mikage

Too late to love you (angst)

Isagi Yoichi

Till Death Do Us Apart (angst)

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REQUEST RULES!

First of all, I DO NOT WRITE SMUT. I am not comfortable writing about it in any sort of way.

Second, angst, fluff, comfort or anything is fine. As long as it's not NSFW.

Also, I only write about blue lock. No other fandom.

Honestly? That's pretty much it. Also, please STAY RESPECTFUL not only to me but to fellow writers as well. Thank you.

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★ The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall.

Synopsis: After going through a break up, some move on, and some don't. The winner moves on and goes to live their dream while the loser, is still stuck in the remnants of what was once a relationship.

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Mikage Reo

Isagi Yoichi

Yoichi never thought heartbreak would hurt this much. Yes, he has experienced loss, the bitter sting of not being enough. Surely, nothing would hurt more than that, right? Oh boy was he wrong. Very, very, wrong.

When you broke up with him for being too focused on soccer, claiming that he is prioritizing the sport over you, he thought you were ridiculous. He would never, ever, put something else over you, would he? But your feelings and experiences say otherwise. He barely goes home, and he doesn't treat you with the same warmth as he did before. And when you point it out, he promises to "change" and shower you with love and affection for a few weeks before coming back to his cold behavior.

After being fed up, you finally broke up with him. And although he doesn't understand why, he loved you more than anything! How could you think the way you did? But as he was given time to cool off, he did realize how cold he was towards you these past few months. And there is nothing he regrets more than that.

Now, as he was taking a walk at the park a year after your separation, he suddenly recognized a familiar face. It's you, his girlfriend... no, ex-girlfriend, with another man walking by your side.

You look like you've moved on and are happy with your current relationship, therefore he didn't bother you anymore. Who is he kidding? After all, your reason for breaking up was valid. You deserve to be happy.

But what was this feeling? Anger? Jealousy? Disappointment? Regret?

Because even now, even after you clearly moved on, he couldn't. And despite trying to run away from these feelings, he knows inside that it will eat him up alive for as long as he lives. And there is nothing he could do about that.

Itoshi Rin

You were nothing but a distraction. A barrier stopping him from achieving his full potential as a soccer player. If you ask him, he didn't even know why he chose to accept your feelings and have a relationship with you in the first place. Whether it's because he felt bad or wanted to play with your feelings, it didn't matter now. Because all you can feel was betrayal as he broke your heart with his words.

"You're nothing but a pain. Your lukewarm self is doing nothing to help me grow. Now, go away."

I mean, who were you to argue any further? Despite being completely in love with him, you at least had a little self respect that allowed you to leave him and not beg to save something that is beyond repair.

He's an asshole, you think. You'd be able to move on from him quickly, get yourself together and who knows? You might even find a new "love of my life". But nothing is a bigger lie than the things mentioned above, as even after 2 years of your break up, you never seem to move on from him.

Now, looking at the TV and seeing him win the World Cup for Japan, suddenly comes a tight feeling in your chest. You still loved him, and God did it hurt.

Mikage Reo

Reo never cared for the girls who paid attention to him. They are probably after his looks or money anyways. So, somebody tell his poor soul, why did he fall in love with someone who is exactly the type of person he dislikes?

Now, you only agreed to be in a relationship with him for his money and reputation. And although he knew that, he thought that he could make you fall in love with him for real. C'mon now! He did everything. He always complimented you, and never fails to spoil you with his love and money. And you only stayed because goodness, did you love the luxurious things that comes with being in a relationship with Reo.

So it isn't surprising when you suddenly broke up with him one day and cut all contact the very moment you set your eyes on another rich, billionaire son of a CEO.

Now, what was he expecting? It was bound to happen anyways. He always tells himself he will move on with a little bit of time. And as much as he tries dismissing it, he still loves you. Painfully bad.

Now, 2 years after your break up and seeing your engagement post with the other man, he felt his chest tighten and tears starting to form in his eyes. Why is love a curse as much as it is a blessing?

Hello!! Second post, and let me know if there's any grammatical errors or such, I'd love to fix it! Also a little bit ooc because I overthink things lmao.

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♡ Too Late To Love You

WC: 3.6k

Synopsis: Reo gave you all the love he had to give, but when you suddenly ghost him after going overseas for your studies, he blocks you and moves on. After all, why should he chase after someone who doesn't love him anymore? Or is that what really happened?

The first time you met Reo Mikage, you were five.

As you mindlessly used the swing, you failed to notice the pair of purple eyes staring at you. "Hey, it's my turn to use it now."

Looking at the boy, you didn't really want to argue any further. Being the shy and reserved kid you were, you hopped off as he got the swing all to himself. But that wasn't your last interaction.

A few weeks later, you found out the boy's name, Reo. How could you not, when the moment he transferred to your school everyone started talking about him. Something about being rich, or whatever. You didn't really care. It's not like he'd recognize you anyway.

Wrong.

Because the moment he laid eyes on you during recess, he immediately sat down next to you. "You were the girl at the park, right?" He asked, waiting for an answer. "Um..yes." And although you don't know why, it was the moment that your friendship with each other bloomed.

Now, a few years later at fourteen, it would be a lie to say you didn't have a big fat crush on him. With how close you are with each other, people are quick to ask if you two are together. And even as you kept denying being together, the image of having a relationship with him never seems to leave your mind. After all, a guy like him would never take an interest in you, right?

Again, wrong.

What you didn't know and somehow always fails to notice is the way he looks at you. God, did you make his heart race in the best way possible. With his parent's never ending pressure and expectations, you were the only one he sees as worthy of his time. Unlike other girls, he didn't push you away. He never rejected your presence. He wanted you to be his, no doubt about that. And tonight, he's gonna make it happen.

Reo looks at you with sadness in his eyes. 3 years later, at 17, you were granted a scholarship from another country, and he was invited to a program called Blue Lock.

"Hey, now... We'll make it work, alright?" He says as he wipes a tear off of your face. You can't handle being away from him, as much as he can't handle being away from you. "Reo..." He places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Everything will be fine."

Which is a lie, because if anything, things are far from fine.

You barely respond to any of his calls or messages. He tried to understand at first, but there was a lingering feeling at the back of his mind telling him that something was wrong.

Even after he scored his first goal against barca in the Neo Egoist League, he received no messages from you. Even after Blue Lock, he just stopped hoping. There comes a time where your messages just completely stopped. Perhaps you found someone else that made you happy more than he did. And although that hurt him, so fucking hard, he had no choice but to accept things as it is.

The "block" button looked at him in a mocking manner. If you didn't want any contact with him anymore, so be it. He sucked in a deep breath as he clicked the button, as memories of your relationship flashed in his mind. Maybe, it's just better this way.

It's been eight years since he last heard from you.

He's a man who made a name for himself, Reo Mikage, the football legend who won the world cup for Japan, he has everything he wants. He should be happy, shouldn't he?

As much as he denies it, he still hasn't truly moved on you. He missed everything about you. Your smile, your face, your scent, and the moment he sees something that reminds him of you, he buys it, no questions asked. No matter what, he still loves you. But come on, you want nothing to do with him, what can he do about that?

Curiosity kills the cat, they say. And Reo can't take it anymore. Taking his old phone and logging into his account, he sees that he still has you blocked. Wondering about your current state, he unblocked you. Perhaps it's good to create some closure...or would it be?

"1 Message from Y/N 🩷"

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he did anyway. And the moment he read it, he felt his heart drop to his stomach.

August 12, 2019

Hello, Reo. This is Y/N's mom. Unfortunately, she got in an accident a few months ago after being hit by a drunk driver. She has been in a coma and critical state these past months, but she passed away this morning. I am so sorry for only informing you of this now. Thank you for all the love you gave my daughter.

He couldn't breathe. His chest felt like it was being pulled away from him. His hands felt weak as it shook while looking at the message. His knees fell as he let his tears fall. Oh, my love.

Thanks for reading! This is my first post, so feel free to criticize! <3

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Guys I wanna start writing, got any tips? 😔