#Blue period x reader

[skyeconch]

“Please marry me.”

“I will.”

“Can you wait for me?”

“Even if it takes a hundred years.”

[bachiras-toaster]

THE COLOUR BLUE ༊*·˚ CHARACTER AI BOTS

(blue lock + blue period bots)

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comment to request a bot :3

* ˚ ✦ BLUE LOCK

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MEGURU BACHIRA ੈ✩‧₊˚

teaching him english ・❥・ “Tyu—Tyu-ess-day…!”

he’s being trained by you ・❥・“Woah, you can tell that they’re really gettin’ serious about their matches now!”

you’re both invited to blue lock ・❥・”come on!”

RIN ITOSHI ੈ✩‧₊˚

he finds you in a dark state ・❥・”what’re you plannin’ on doing with all that?”

* ˚ ✦ BLUE PERIOD

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HARUKA HASHIDA ੈ✩‧₊˚

he flirts with you ・❥・”i’d be lying if i said i didnt see a work of art”

art museum encounter ・❥・”do you like this painting?”

MURAI YAKUMO ੈ✩‧₊˚

visiting your boyfriend’s university ・❥・”when we go inside, after i show you my paintings, i can introduce you to my friends!”

texting your best friend ・❥・”HEY lol i see you’re online”

he sits beside you ・❥・”mind if i sit here? this corner of the classroom seems really nice”

he sees you sulking ・❥・”what’s got you so down in the dumps?”

hanging out in the art room ・❥・”is one for me?”

YATORA YAGUCHI ੈ✩‧₊˚

working in the same room ・❥・”oh, hey. i didn’t realise anyone was in here”

he bought you flowers ・❥・no starting quote

YOTASUKE TAKAHASHI ੈ✩‧₊˚

he finds your painting ・❥・”wow…”

childhood best friends ・❥・no starting quote

MAKI KUWANA ੈ✩‧₊˚

she invites you to eat ・❥・”hey, i’m hungry! let’s go eat somewhere!”

[gamergirl-niffler]

A few good words || Yakumo Murai x Reader

A/N: This is my entry for the Weekly Challenge. I just really wanted to write something for Blue Period since I love it so much! ENJOY!

The paintbrush glided across the canvas, mixing and smearing the paints. Nothing seemed right; everything was wrong, lines rucked, the colors completely off.

No matter what you did, no matter how much you changed, it still looked bad and nothing like the assignment.

At this point, you basically had no idea what you were working on, and the clock was ticking with the heavy weight of professors' expectations on your shoulders.

It wasn't a painting; it was a mess and you couldn't correct it whatsoever! 

Your mind was now just as messy as the painting. The mix of thoughts with desperate attempts to fix your creation led to complete mental overload.

You couldn't take it anymore. You simply snapped and simply started crying, right there, in front of a canvas. It was getting too much. You worked your ass off, and it still wasn't enough. It never was.

Suddenly the door to the little studio slid open. "AHA! I knew I'd find you here!” Yakumo said, walking into the room with his cocky smile. "I was thinking maybe we could go out and eat something... Are you crying?" He frowned, looking at you.

You, of course, shook your head, trying your best to wipe your eyes and cheeks, but you weren't fast enough as he approached you immediately.

"What's wrong, doll?" Murai asked.

You shook your head.

"Oh quit it. I can see you are crying. Don't pretend."

You sniffled and nodded. "I just... I can't finish the painting. No matter what, it looks like a mess, and I know I won't pass the assignment because every time I turn something in..."

"It's never enough for the professors. Eh, they are fuckin' annoying," he sighed and hugged you tightly. "As for me, you are a great artist. Almost as good as me," Yakumo joked, making you chuckle through your tears. "But I mean it. I love your paintings no matter what the teachers say. They know shit."

You just nuzzled into him as if you tried to hide away from everything, his words making you cry even more. You needed to hear it.

"Yeah, my girl is fuckin' best there is. Your style and each piece you create is gorgeous," he hummed, patting your hair.

You looked at him. "You just say it because you are my boyfriend."

Yakumo shook his head and used his hand to wipe tears off your cheeks before kissing your forehead. "Nah. I mean, I do love you, but I am separating talent from love," he shrugged, wiping a few more tears that escaped your eyes. "I know you will do great, and the assignment will be great, but you need to clean your head first. LET'S GO AND EAT! My treat."

"You have money..?" You asked, looking at him.

"Well... I planned to buy a new big paintbrush, BUT my girl is more important. I will steal yours when you won't be looking," he grinned. 

You laughed and nodded your head, following him outside the studio. "I will just lend it to you."

"Great! Now, let's go! I want to eat some good ramen!" Yakumo laughed, pulling you by the hand.

Even if he was loud and sometimes annoying, in such moments you were happy he was your boyfriend.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hello ;3 !! Can i request for headcanons for Yatora, Yuka, Yotasuke and Yakumo (all with Y idk i think that it's funny :P) from blue period with a trans male reader that is a fucking "social loser", like, they only have two friends (their partner and other friend), barely goes outside of their room and leave the house, has problems with food and barely eats basically living with water, and has depression with some suicidal and violent tendences if someone upset or insist that they're getting worst, also they're an art student too like them!! Idk if that was TOO specific and you won't write, so if you won't just ignore it PLS

Blue period x ftm loser reader head cannons

Yatora

Yatora knows all too well the feeling of being a loser and he often knows the feeling of depression too well, always feeling inferior makes him more empathetic towards you.

Your his boyfriend and he hates seeing you have your bad days but he hates even more never knowing what to do when you lash out and lock yourself away, and he often try’s his best to comfort you and help you through it especially when he sees you not eating.

Yuka

Yuka is the most worried of them all because he knows what it’s like to be totally depressed especially with his home life, he doesn’t mind that your a loser he loves you too much to care but seeing you get depressed and isolate yourself hurts him but he’s the type to try and give you space especially when you lash out.

Yuka always try’s to get you to eat something claiming it as unmanly to starve yourself and often times he does anything and everything to make sure you take care of yourself because he hates seeing you in such a state, but he hates it even more when you start to get upset and snap when he gets too close to you insisting your not getting better, he never blames you no matter how much it hurts him he never blames you since he knows it’s your mental health and not something you can control.

Yotasuke

Yotasuke is the most out of touch with these things, he’s one of the only friends you have even if you can’t consider him your friend since your his boyfriend but Yotasuke is also a social loser so together the two of you are a perfect match and he understands the problems of being very shut in.

Yotasuke doesn’t understand completely what’s happening when you get very depressed shutting yourself away he doesn’t alway get that your doing it because of your depression hitting you hard and often times he takes it as you being tired of him and when you do snap when Yotasuke tells you that you aren’t getting better that your only getting worse. When you do snap it turns into a fight since he’s oblivious to the fact of you snapping over your tendencies not because you’re angry with him.

Yakumo

Despite what one might think yakumo is the most understanding of it all he understands how bad your depression and violent tendencies are and he understands that your introvert but he often times try’s to get you to be more social but he isn’t ever pushy he makes sure your never uncomfy and he’s your number one defender. If anyone misgenders you he’s right there ready to argue his lungs off.

When you lock yourself away and isolate from him he often times try’s to stay as close as he can without making you snap, he always forces you to eat something and he sees through every lie he doesn’t care how pissed you get at him he’ll make you eat something. yakumo always is patient never rushing you when he sees you in your depressive state, he’s the one that lays in bed with you and cuddles you through it all quietly putting his chin on your shoulder spooning you trying to comfort you.

[natsukicookies100]

Yall I need a best friend's brother trope fanfic, I'm literally a stucker for those and this trope is so so underrated! So please recommend me one 😭

[nian-7]

hello! can I please request fluff alphabet c,j,w,t,l for haruka from blue period? Thank you ❤️

a few of the letters have been done already so i linked them! enjoy!

Haruka Hashida x gn!reader

✧sfw alphabet: j, t, w

Crush (how are they when they have a crush?)

Jealousy (are they easily jealous? when do they get jealous?)

-Even though he seems like the easily jealous type, I don't think he is. He's very laid back and feels he can trust you to do the right thing without him getting jealous over nonsense like someone else flirting with you.

Love Language (what’s their love language?)

Try (how much effort do that put into the relationship?)

-Although it appears like he puts very little in at first, he does put a good amount of effort into your relationship. Hashida does seem like the type to be more 'secretive' about the effort he puts in, often times pretending he's forgotten an important date only to surprise you later with something because it wasn't ready earlier.

Whole (do they feel complete with you?)

-I think, yes. Just a little bit. Although he doesn't need a partner to feel like himself, the fact that you're there fills in a little piece of his heart that he didn't know he was missing.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[harukaprism]

Ripples

Pairing: Haruka Hashida x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, not prof read

Word Count: 1,247

How would you describe your subject for your experiment? Haruka Hashida was a man of many personality traits, mostly the popular guy that every girl gushed over but with the project you were doing you made him show the sides of himself he would hate showing others. 

“Well Hashida, where would you like to go today?” Today the two of you were hanging out so you could see his everyday life for one of the last parts of your psychology project and he had picked you up from your apartment. 

“I think we should go to an art museum, we haven’t done that yet.” You were not the only one that benefited out of this project, he was using the scenery that the two of you saw for his art projects during this time too. 

Glancing at your body length mirror in your hallway you checked out your outfit, though it was your regular everyday clothing the long cardigan sweater you wore in your favorite color gave you some coziness with the colder weather outside. “Sure, it is your natural habitat, isn’t it?” 

Haruka only offered you a smile as he opened the front door to your apartment for you, this is how it normally went; you knew that it would be like this when you chose him for this observation. He was quieter with you; it was like his brain had the chance to catch up on itself with the craziness that is an art student. 

With your tickets secured you both walked inside the building you were met with silence and cold air. Taking out your notepad you fell a few steps behind the tall man and studied him closely, picking up on his emotions as he looked over the paintings and sculptures. He explained a few pieces to you after he caught you staring curiously, he was never rude about it he was gentle and calming. 

Your notes today were about the subtle changes in his mood and emotions, it was such a shame he was a pretty boy. The way his braids slightly swayed as he gazed between the paintings, the way his eyebrows knitted together as he scoffed slightly at a Picasso piece. 

He asked you every so often what you enjoyed about the pieces you were looking at, though art was not your expertise you made comments about the colors and the inspiration behind them. Every once in a while he would talk to a fellow art connoisseur while you stood back taking your notes and filling out the required questions. 

After about 30 minutes you finally took a seat, while Haruka was off talking to a student from his school you glanced into the interactive piece you subconsciously sat by. The water in the pool glowed as the water stilled, the instructions to this were to experience the waves and how life looked with them. Your bench was a bit above the water, so you reached your hand down dipping your fingertips into the water, counting the ripples you caused and the way they bounced back when hitting the edge of the glass.

Raising your hand from the water you flicked off the rest of the moisture watching the drops fall back to where they belonged. A smile crossed your face as you thought of Haruka’s response to this piece. It was not art in the traditional sense but the commentary would be interesting. 

“This is hardly art.” A huff came from behind you as long black braids fell to either side of your face, you could smell the subtle cologne he wore as he studied the ripples that were fading away. 

“You are correct but I like it. You get to control what happens with the water, it really is all in your hands.” Taking a spare pencil you thrusted the eraser into the water sending ripples throughout the container, then you dipped your fingers back in gently watch the slow waves meet with the larger ones. 

“You would like this one, as a psychology major.” His voice was teasing of course but there was some sincerity behind it. “Art is my department.” Having you a handkerchief you dried your hand and pencil and went to hand it back as you stood up. “Keep it for now, I think there may be other interactive arts here.” 

Though there were you didn’t quite enjoy them as much as the water one. After excusing himself real quick you stood by the water again watching as children splashed the water watching the ripples distort their faces and your own, yet the corner you stood at calmed after the waves were sent back to the young children. 

You were so entranced with the piece that you lost track of time. Soon the children left and you were standing by yourself, leaning against the barrier you played around with the water with your fingers. 

After a moment the sounds of footsteps pulled you from your head as Haruka approached, a soft smile etched on his face. “Ready to get some dinner?” 

With a nod the two of you left the museum stopping by a ramen shop to eat, the entire time the two of you talked about what you saw on your trip and your feelings behind the art, though he sneered at the Picasso arts you couldn’t help but smile at his distaste for the man's work. 

Taking you home the two of you parted ways, today was the last day you would see him for this project, part of you hoped you would still meet up every once in a while but that remained to be seen. 

A week later you turned in your project, you got a text from him telling you to meet him at his college you grabbed your trust cardigan and a thank you basket for his help on your work. The two of you met at the front. “Here, this is a thank you for all the help.” 

A genuine smile cracked his face as he took it. “I would offer you one too but I have something much better.” Guiding you inside the school you were taken to a hall where various works were being displayed, you had seen his handy work upfront as he sketched while you were asking him questions but surrounded by paintings you were at a loss for words. 

A blonde looked as the two of you approached, he had a shorter friend with him as they both stared at you with wide eyes. They glanced back at the two paintings in front of all four of you and then back. 

Taking a glance at Harukas work you froze in place, they were big canvases of the museum, the wave pool and most importantly you. The first one was you sitting above the pool with your cardigan flowing around your body with your fingers in the water, your reflection staring back at you; the second one was you staring into the pool longingly as the waves seemed to be alive on the canvas. 

“Haru…” 

“This is my thanks for all the hard work you put in.” His voice was just a whisper in your ear as your heart swelled in your chest, unable to pull your eyes away from the masterpieces in front of you. 

Did he feel the same as you? With the way he drew you it seemed that way. All doubts evaporated as his soft lips met your cheek.

[frosted-hyacinth]

HWAAAAAA I REALLY WANT TO WRITE FOR BLUE PERIOD BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITEEEE

PLEASE GIVE ME PROMPTS (doesnt have to be for blue period as long as ive read it i can probavly write for it (?)

[hanyjar]

the magnum opus and the muse.

yaguchi yatora x reader

notes: [818 words.] geidai yatora makes me question everything fr ): anyways pls give blue period the love it deserves!! i am literally scraping the floor for crumbs

disclaimers: university au! yaguchi, mentions of smoking & drinking (they discourage it tho), brief mention of underage drinking, reader & yaguchi are probs depressed, friends pining for each other, questioning the future & reminiscing abt the past!!

masterlist.

“How does it feel to hate the things you love?”

A puff of smoke escapes his chapped lips, eyes glistening with a sense of mirth from your question.

Yatora Yaguchi has always been an enigma. From the moment he dyed his hair and pierced his ears, to when his love for art blossomed into an almost self destructive endeavour.

You wonder why he did it. Why would he go through such lengths for it all? For his definition of love.

Even more so now, as he stood in front of you. Yatora looks different now, you thought. Clad in nothing but an all black hoodie and weathered jeans gifted to him during his high-school days, one would think he looks the same as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But you know better. He knows better.

His usually bleached hair is showing his natural roots. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot; Yatora walks with a sense of lethargy instead of self-assured confidence, a feeling you know all too well.

He, too, is hit with the feeling of sullen dreams.

“It fucking sucks. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.” Yatora brings up a hand to his face, covering the bags that rimmed his eyes. “Pass me another smoke, would you?”

A reluctant grimace finds its way onto your face, hand reaching into your pocket for the box of poison anyways. “You’re killing your lungs that way, y’know.”

“And you’re killing your liver. You’re one to talk.”

Downing the liquor you would once steal from your parent’s cabinets, and were now legal to buy it with your own money, you reminisced.

Back to your youth. Back to when Yatora was encapsulating a blue Shibuya - not living amongst the colour. Back to when you and he didn’t lay in shards of crushed hopes that pierce through the very cores of your beings.

“It would be easier,” you turn to him, watching how the evening glow of Shibuya painted his face with warmth. “If you lived without passion. Like me.”

A beat of silence passes through the air. “No thanks,” he interjects.

“Hey! Why?” You punch his shoulder half-heartedly, “I’m serious. I almost died trying to create a so-called ‘magnum opus’, and now you might too. That’s the last thing I want from you.”

Another cloud of smoke enriches the air around you. And with the smile he gives you, one with the brilliance of a thousand stars, Yatora makes you realise. Within this ghost city, so devoid of life, there was still hope. Hope that came in the form of an ex-delinquent boy, now a Geidai student.

“Because, you said it yourself back in our second year of junior high. That’s the worst way of living. And eventually, you’ll lose sense of yourself, right?” His hand reaches to readjust the scarf he placed around you, delicately. Like he always was, with you. “I believe you still live with passion. You just refuse to believe it.”

Yes, you thought to yourself. Yatora’s right when he says you do live with passion.

But it’s not what he may think.

It’s not in the form of art, not in the tangible, literal sense anyways. Not in the way society thinks of what art is.

It’s in the form of love.

In the form of him.

Yatora is your magnum opus. And you hope to see him bloom into something magnificent.

So, you partly know the answer to your own question. To feel hatred for the things you love? It is to feel hatred towards the man you dedicated yourself wholly to, for he is the one who is slowly leading himself into turmoil.

But, just as before, you will wait. Forever, and evermore. The words lingering on the tip of your tongue will remain unspoken until he, too, sees you in a similar light.

You sigh. That’s enough thinking; you’ve drunk too much again.

A slight tug to your hands snaps you back to reality. “C’mon, daydreamer. My mum has been wanting to see you again. How does spending a night at my house sound?”

The slight desperate tone in his voice makes you realise that maybe, just maybe, Yatora is clinging to the past too.

Little do you know, he views you as something incomprehensible too. Why does he always search for a glimpse of you in the Geidai halls? Attending class would be the last thing you do. It is all unknown to him.

Yatora’s love burns. He is able to paint even through tears; he never feels as if too much is enough. And maybe that’s why he refuses to let you go. He can never get enough of you.

He can never get enough of the person that historians would dictate as his muse.

And maybe that's why he refuses to say the words which cling onto the deep crevices of his heart so very deeply.

[flxwxr-bxy]

Hi everyone!! Sorry for disappeaeing for so long! I just wanted to say that I would love to write again so if someone could send some requests i would be very grateful!! ♡ have a nice day/night everyone

(The old requests im still going to make them but its going to take me a while sorry!!)

[iwashieonhiatus]

!! ☆ 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 ☆ !!

!! ☆ #𝐑𝐎𝐑 ☆ !!

"Pianist Hand" (18+)- Hermes !!

#"am i creeping you out?" (18+) !!

!! ☆ #𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑼𝒀 ☆ !!

#"am i creeping you out?" (18+) !!

"SOME TEA...?" (18+)- Hijikata Toshizou !!

"PRIVATE ROOM" (18+)- Ogata Hyakunosuke !!

!! ☆ #𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗗 ☆ !!

"Koi no yokan" (18+)- Yakumo Murai !! ᶜᵒᵒᵏᶦⁿᵍ...

!! ☆ #𝑻𝑶𝑲𝒀𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 ☆ !!

#"am i creeping you out?" (18+) !!

!! ☆#𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 ☆!! ᶜᵒᵒᵏᶦⁿᵍ

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

🖇️ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰: 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐞 🖇️ 

[skyeconch]

“I want you. I want you right now. I want you here. I want you in my bed. I want you tomorrow. And I want you the next day. Do you feel how I need you?”

An Offer From A Gentleman by Julia Quinn

[bachiras-toaster]

okay but why would people make a section in their masterlists for characters/fandoms with nothing there? like i understand if theres an upcoming story or whatever, but people that will just write down every fandom in existence just to have nothing posted for it. gets me excited to read about a character because i can see it in their masterlist only to realise that there was never anything there

[youraveragechildemain10]

ABOUT ME

who wants to be the Veronika to my JD?

hello! Reiko. half turkish half japanese. 7Teen, Hobbies, volleyball, piano, drawing, writing and reading! . 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐍𝐈

November 22

Rules under the cut

WHAT I WRITE FOR (I don't write much)

Genshin impacts

Schoolbus graveyard

Honkai star rail

Blue period

Maybe more??

WHAT I DON'T WRITE

Anything that's morally wrong

minor x adult

Character x charecter

Smut

Male! Reader sorry

Mc!reader, as in trailblazer or traveler

CHARECTERS I WRITE FOR

Genshin

All of the genshin guys

If you want women I could do that too!

Honkai

Same as genshin

[cxsmikaiyo]

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 — a blue period playlist

Yes, I am alive and I have dropped a new playlist! This is my most aesthetic one I think and I really love it.

Hope you enjoy! :)

© These playlists belong to @cxsmikaiyo Tumblr and cxsmikaiyo on YouTube and on Spotify, do not steal, repost or claim them as your own.

[bloodymiso]

requests are now open! pls check out my rules and request info before sending in an ask. i do matchups, imagines, headcanons etc:)

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