#Rin you should have expected him to do it by now with the fact he literally betrayed you to kill Shirou. LOL.

[reocidal]

stardust — r. itoshi

PAIRING: rin itoshi x fem!reader

CONTENT: actor au, fake dating, hurt/comfort, swearing, depressive spiral, might be ooc!!

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

NOTE: @choccorin i love u, enjoy!

it starts off pretty harmless, this agreement. you've known rin for a while now, the longest out of anyone he's in contact with in the industry these days, so it's obvious that he'll come to you when he needs help. in this case, the problem here is his fans.

rin itoshi shoots up to stardom out of the blue, all golden champagne and party streamers and hordes of screaming fangirls scattered (generously) around the globe. he's not a bad actor, not at all, but no one really expected him to be as popular as he is now.

not that he goes viral for his acting — not at first, at least. it's actually a low quality video posted onto twitter by a fan that does the trick; she doesn't expect her innocent six-second recording to break containment like this. but rin, with his pretty face and long lashes and perfectly fitted dark clothing, bathed in some gala's brilliant lighting, somehow manages to capture the hearts of a few million people that night. and when they find out that not only is he gorgeous, but he's also good at what he does? jackpot. the fame he's suddenly achieved is nothing if not terrifyingly overwhelming.

however, despite the massive growth of followers that he experiences overnight, you know that you'll always love him more. and that is precisely why you say yes to what he asks of you.

you remember that day embarrassingly well, down to the fine details, like how your phone's battery was at 37%, and how rin'd had a queer expression on his face, not really his usual deadpan look, but not really anything else either.

"date me," rin itoshi tells you.

"excuse me?" this isn't happening, right? you've been horrendously in love with him for a few years now; surely this isn't how things are going to go! but even then, you're not sure if fate is on your side or not, because he shakes his head and continues, and dashes all your hopes in an instant.

"i'm not in love with you or anything," he clarifies. "i just need a fake girlfriend so some of these crazy people leave me alone."

"ah," you manage to say. you should refuse, tell him to find someone else. you've read enough romance novels to know exactly how this plays out, and just how painful it'll be for you. not to mention the fact that he's literally just told you that he doesn't have any feelings for you, to your face. everything tells you to not do it, but when have you ever been able to say no to him? "sure."

his lips curve into the briefest of smiles as he hears your answer. "thank you. we'll discuss this later, okay?"

"sure," you repeat, ignoring the way your stomach does an unceremonious flip at his smile. he nods and gets up, and you watch him leave, leave you behind, just as he always has.

and so it begins.

the routine the two of you follow is easy to slip into; acting like you're in love with him isn't difficult either, especially when you are in love with him.

to his credit, rin treats you perfectly on his part. despite keeping you at arm's length off-camera, he treats you like a princess otherwise, apologising a few hundred times for the media outrage caused by the reveal of your "relationship". and while it does hurt to be so close, yet so far from the one thing you crave, the way you're getting to see a softer — although probably fake — side of rin, and how he's treating you almost makes up for it.

and inside, everything stays (almost) the same, perfectly platonic and unchanged.

and the fangirls (somewhat) die down out of respect for his new relationship, so that's good, too. keep winning, rin itoshi.

you're scrolling social media one day when you stumble upon a video that's slowly but surely gaining more and more traction. it's about you and rin — specifically, your relationship. the person speaking breaks down every (visible) aspect of it, and comes to the conclusion that the two of you must be gaking things. the thought of this assumption (although true) becoming more widespread terrifies you; the last thing you want happening is rin's career being damaged like this. he's barely in his twenties and there's still so much left for him to do. you can't let him lose just yet. so, with shaking fingers, you send the video to him. rin leaves you on seen, but the next time you're seen in public together he kisses you, and your relationship is viral again, and you question your friendship for the very first time.

another day, another rich-people party. it's the usual, really, for you and rin — even though neither of you are particularly fond of this setting — as the two of you linger in a somewhat secluded corner of the room. rin's hand rests lightly on your waist just in case anyone turns their attention to you, but his mind seems to be elsewhere as he stares into the crowd. a sudden flash of light catches your eye, and you whisper-yell at him urgently. "rin."

he doesn't react, eyes still blank and unfocused.

"rin!"

he blinks, realising that you're talking to him.

"yeah?" he leans down to hear you better, face dangerously close to yours.

"cameras," you hiss.

his brows raise ever so slightly in understanding. "okay. can i kiss you?"

"what?"

"for the cameras, obviously," he deadpans. "i saw the video; surely you sent it to me for a reason and not just for me to watch, right?"

"right."

rin's hand leaves your waist so he can cradle your face with both hands and angle your face up. there's a guarded look in his eyes, something you can tell he's hiding. you don't know what, though, and it's not like you get any time to even think when he finally, finally leans down to kiss you. every thought in your brain evaporates into stardust as he presses his lips to yours. in front of you, a camera shutter snaps, but you can't really find it in yourself to care when all you can think of, all you can feel is the press of his lips on yours.

it takes exactly twelve sleepless nights after this (you've kept count) and one (1) conversation with your best friend to realise that this whole fake dating thing is taking a — negative, obviously — toll on your mental health, even more so as the lines between platonic and romantic begin to blur.

you'd thought the relationship was just for show. so why does rin bring you flowers on a bad day, even when there's no media around to see? he treats you like his girlfriend at home too, now, and it confuses you. rin itoshi is not your boyfriend, so why are you always in his clothes? and what's with all the physical contact? not that you mind, of course.

he's just gotten too absorbed into this relationship, you tell yourself. he doesn't know what he's doing to you. but you don't speak up about it, either. you let it continue.

but regardless of whose fault this is, the uurt that grows within you stays raw and heavy. he just has to be the one thing you cannot have, and it really is impossible to not fall for his (unintentional) boyish charm and the quiet concern he displays — for you and you only.

it's a particularly rough day, even worse than usual — which is concerning, considering that almost every day in the past two weeks has been the exact same level of bad, when everything comes crashing down. it's been terrible from the morning and you haven't even gotten out of bed yet, even though it's almost three in the afternoon. you're drifting in and out of unconsciousness; everything around you and your thoughts and feelings are all coated in an uncomfortable haze.

a tentative knock on your door rouses you awake and you blink. why's there someone in your apartment? is this a break-in? who could it possibly— oh. rin.

your mind flashes back to a certain moment a few months ago, so fast it gives you whiplash. you're half-collapsed onto a bar stool by your kitchen counter, rin kneeling in front of you as he examines your bruised ankle.

"you should really be more careful," he murmurs, and your heart aches at the tenderness in his tone as he gently presses the icepack against the bruise.

cold seeps through your ankle as he holds it there, and eventually you wince; he must've gotten distracted and forgotten to pull away.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he whispers, uncharacteristically nervous and breathless. the apology forces itself out of his mouth, words tumbling over each other in their haste. "did i hurt you?"

you shake your head, and although he sighs disbelievingly, he does not argue.

"how do i return your key?" he asks you as he's about to leave. you're a bundle of blankets on your sofa, unable to move, so he's locking your door for you. your best friend's coming to take care of you soon — she also has a key to the apartment, so you'll be fine. besides, it's an extra one, anyways.

so you take a deep breath and hope you won't regret it when you wave him away with a laugh and tell him to keep it. he nods, although expressionless, and says a simple, flat bye before he leaves. you wonder if you're delusional or if the tips of his ears really did turn red when you told him to take the key with him.

your best friend is halfway across the world right now; it's obvious that it's rin who's standing outside your bedroom door.

another knock. rin clears his throat, like he's about to speak; you narrowly beat him to it. "don't come in, i-i'm okay!"

"oh."

you cough a little as you speak, wincing at the dryness of your throat and how rough your voice sounds.

"you don't sound okay," he adds a moment later, painfully stiff. "you weren't answering your calls or anything so i got— i mean, i came to check up on you."

"i see," you respond quickly. why is it so awkward today?

rin clears his throat again. "are you sure you're okay?"

your throat tightens; you do not respond — you cannot respond. rin reads your silence perfectly, almost too well. he does not speak again, but you hear a single step (forward?) outside your door. and the doorknob twists, and the door creaks open.

you are buried in an unkempt mess of bedsheets and blankets. when rin finally sees you, his eyes widen.

you burst into tears.

rin has never been good at comforting people. today, he doesn't even know what's wrong. unsure of what to do, he just stares at you owlishly for a moment before taking a hesitant step in your direction. when you don't stop him, he moves closer. and when you nestle into his side as he wraps his arm around you, he deduces that he must be doing something right.

the warmth of his presence is unfairly comforting; you cannot help but lean into him, breathing slowly becoming calmer as his thumb rubs circles into your shoulder.

eventually you stop crying, though not without the embarrassment of having a whole entire mental breakdown in front of your beloved rin itoshi, about said beloved rin itoshi.

rin lets the silence stew for a second or two; you feel him swallow from where your head is now tucked in the crook of his neck.

"what was that all about?" he pulls back slightly, loosening his hold on you as you stiffen at his question.

oh. well, now or never, right?

"rin," you begin. "i don't think i can do this fake dating thing anymore."

"oh. why not?"

he's quiet, but there's no particular inflection or change in his tone.

you shrug. "it's not working for me anymore, i guess. too busy these days."

he opens his mouth to speak, then exhales slowly instead. "okay."

"cool."

"okay," he repeats. "then we'll end the agreement tonight."

"why tonight?" confusion colours your tone as you finally look up at him. when his teal eyes meet yours again, his lips twitch into a small smile.

rin works careful and methodical, starting the cleanup from one end of your room. technically he's still your (fake) partner, and you've done so much in the public eye — the amount of pictures of you and rin scattered across the internet borders on obscene — so surely you can let him do one little thing in private, right?

"let me do this for you, yeah? you've done so much for me these past few months, let me pay you back."

it's mortifying, but you let him fix up your room anyways. and when he leads you to your bathroom, you follow along obediently, watching as he fixes the water temperature and leaves you to clean yourself up while he prepares something for you to eat.

the hot water washes away a surprisingly large amount of the discomfort you've been feeling as of late, and it's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders by the time you see rin again.

long-limbed 6'1" rin itoshi, dressed fully in shades of black and blue, rin looks incredibly awkward and out of place in your kitchen. it's a quaint little place, decked out in pink and brown hues, but a total contrast to him. it makes you let out a little huff of laughter, and you swear rin smiles when he hears it.

there's a plate of your favourite food placed in front of you; rin sits downon the chair opposite you.

"eat. there's something i want to talk to you about."

anxiety pools in your stomach — there's no way he knows, right? you should've never done this; you're no better than all those fangirls he'd been trying to get away from in the first place. and if he knows this, he— wait, is this his way of saying goodbye? it makes sense now — anyone would feel the same after a betrayal of trust like this.

he lets you finish eating before—

"i lied. to you. i'm sorry."

what?

he refuses to meet your eyes, gaze fixed on the table of front of him. the tips of his ears are very, very red.

"about what?" you manage to ask. this is not how you'd expected this to go.

"i, um." he's half-hiding his face with a hand; what you can see nonetheless is flushed, like he's running a fever. except he's not ill, just shy. really, what's happening? "i didn't need— fuck, i shouldn't have listened to shidou, i knew it was stupid!"

"rin?"

"ugh. i just— iaskedshidouforadviceandhesaidthebestwaytoknowifyoulikemebackisthisandi'msorryididn'tmeanforyoutogethurt—"

"wait, like you back? as in you like me?"

"oh." well, now that he's said that out loud now, what's next? he can't exactly take it back, can he? but to his surprise, you look pleased. like you wanted this. "um. yes."

"oh! rin, don't apologise!" you exclaim, much to his chagrin. (are you patronising him right now?) "i also have some explaining to do."

he cocks his head in confusion; you can see the question marks hovering above his head.

"you didn't exactly hurt me by fake dating me or whatever; i was sad 'cause you were sending me a bunch of mixed signals, y'know."

"huh? i was?"

"yeah? you said you weren't into me, but then you did all sorts of stuff that implied that you did like me."

"that's cause i do like you though."

you choke.

he seems to have regained composure again as he raises a brow at you. "you don't like me, though?"

"i do!" you squeak. "i've liked you this whole time— wait, you said it was shidou who told you to do this?"

"mhm, why?"

"he knows i like you, though!"

rin grits his teeth, pushing his chair back as he gets up. "no way, that fucking bastard… i'm going to go kill him right now."

"wait, rin."

he pauses. "what?"

"can you kiss me again, but for real this time?"

his eyes widen, just a little. "oh. okay. yeah."

when rin gets to your side of the table, he just stands there, staring down at you with unbridled adoration in his eyes, all the feelings that he no longer needs to hide. you recognise it now — it's that same look from the night he'd first kissed you. all of this almost overwhelms you, and in the end the only thing you can really muster up is a simple "hi."

rin smiles, fingers gently tilting your chin up. "hey."

and when he bends down to kiss you, it's even better than the last time. because this time it's real.

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© reocidal 2025.

[suhkusa]

Your vision focuses and unfocuses on a random poster on the wall as you try to come back to your senses. 

Part of you feels weird being alone and drunk. One or the other is fine, but combined just made you feel off. 

You would lay down to try and sleep this feeling away, but a wave of nausea hits you everytime. So you sat with a hunched back, letting the seconds pass. 

You’re forced out of your daze as the door creaks open.

“Keiji— oh,” you can feel your figure relax with disappointment, “you,”

Your eyes drift back to their original place as the man replies, “Oh, you,” Suna mocks.

Suna makes his way to the empty spot on the bed by you, huffing as he flops down onto his back

“Ew, can’t you go somewhere else?” your face scrunches up with disdain as you scoot closer to the pillows, putting a gap between the two of you.

“No, because people are fucking in them, Y/N. Unless you want to go and join them,” his tone has a tinge of sarcasm. 

“What?” you laugh as you turn your head to peer down at him, “Are you trying to get at me right now?” 

“Hell no,” his reply comes out slower than usual, but you don’t give it a second thought. “Don’t start, please,”

“Don’t start what, Rin?” his first name slips out but you don’t care to correct yourself.

At your words, Suna shoots up into a sitting position, eyes meeting yours. “Don’t fucking call me that,”

“You literally call me Y/N, don’t be a baby,” you roll your eyes before beginning to taunt him, “what are you going to do if I keep calling you Rin? Huh, Rin?”

“Maybe kill you,” his tone is pure sarcasm as the two of you continue to escalate the argument.

“Aw,” you fake blush, the alcohol pushes you to keep speaking, “Why don’t you kiss me after to make it better?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe I fucking would, you asshole!”

Neither of you realize how in-each-other’s-faces you were until it happens.

His hands, which were weirdly soft, come to cup at your cheeks and pull you into a kiss. It’s warm, and messy, and tastes strongly of alcohol.

And the worst part is that you have the full strength to pull away, and you don’t. In fact, you can feel your body melting into his.

Knock, knock.

“Y/N?”

The two of you instantly jump to opposite ends, you already getting on your feet. You're both wide-eyed but in silence.

It’s Keiji when the door opens, his eyes widened as he looks at the two of you. His eyes then lock onto you.

“What happened?”

“Just arguing with this dick again,” you see from the corner of your eyes as Suna rolls his eyes.

“Oh, well are you ready?”

The speed in which you walk towards Keiji and out the door is an answer for itself.

Maybe you should take Suna up on his offer of killing you.

BLAH BLAH BLAH — YOU

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NOTES.

y/n genuinely wasn't expecting him to

suna wasn't expecting himself to either

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

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Pleasure to meet you! Cannibal Overlord! Reader x Alastor [cannibal chef! Reader Spin-Off]

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a/n: tadaaaaa~ new banners. unwindingggg ive been using too many formal words frying my brain

"Hello?" Vaggie answers the telephone drily causing the others look at her.

"Who'sat?" Angels slurs.

"It's for you," she passes the phone to Alastor.

"Hello!"

"Alastor! Darling! Where are you?!"

"Madam! I'm currently at the Hazbin Hotel. I've been meaning to call you for a while but was unable to--"

"OH ALASTOR, SWEETHEART! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! YOU LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD," you screamed hugging him and peppering his face with kisses.

The others looked at your flabbergasted. One, how did you get here so fast. Two, you knew Alastor? and Three, WHY THE HELL WHERE YOU KISSING THE SHIT OUTTA HIM?!

"Well, we are dead, madam," he answers without much resistance towards your affectionate behavior. I think he went on for 7 years too long without them.

You pinch his cheek for his smart retort and finally set your eyes on the princess and apologize, "I'm sorry for the sudden visit but when I heard my Alastor here finally came back. I couldn't help but rush to meet him. I'm (Y/n) by the way, pleasure to meet you!"

All of them (aside for Angel) looked at you like you were some sort of mythical being making you tilt your head. "Why? Is there something on my face? Do I have something stuck between my teeth?" you ask then asking Alastor beside you.

"Nothing at all. I think they're more concerned of the fact that you're here, Madam," he replies not even bothering to wipe your lipstick marks on his face.

"You're the Cannibal Chef Overlord! I- uh- it's nice to meet you in person!" Charlie greets recovering from her shock.

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine! Meeting the princess and all is no simple occasion! Alastor, be a dear and call the restaurant to prepare something for us and let them bring it here. We should celebrate!" you announce joyously.

"As you wish," he replies before snapping his fingers and a few moments later the doorbell rang.

NIffty opened it, only to be shoved to the side as your staff to prepare the wares and food in the middle of the room.

"Now, tell me. How are you? Where you've been? I expect a full report on your situation. You disappeared without a word. I though you were running away from me," you ask mood getting dangerous with the glint in your eyes.

"Of course not! Just caught up with some matter is all," he explains.

You gave him a toothy smile and answered, "Good. Everyone! Please dig in! I didn't know your preference so please help yourselves to anything!"

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Hey there! Glad to see you're back! ♥ Since you say you want headcanon requests... How would all our Uchiha's (mostly Itachi because I'm such a simp for him, but also Shisui, Sasuke, Madara, Obito and Indra and maybe Indra respond if their lover was confirmed to have been captured by enemy forces on a mission or during a war? And how would they respond if/when their lover was recovered alive but showing severe physical and mental damage from the torture they'd endured?

Hey my lovely, happy to be back 🤍

Uchiha reactions to a captured/PTSD suffering S/O

Itachi:

- would absolutely infiltrate enemy lines and retrieve their S/O, without sparing torture on the enemies. This man would torture them tenfold for every injury his S/O was subjected to. He would break their minds with Tsukuyomi and leave no survivors

- would be gentle and patient with his S/O, and it would break his heart to see them so broken after what happened to them. As a pacifist and someone who has a deep hatred for conflict and war, he would be furious and mournful that his SO has to live with the scars of the cruelty of the world

- He would definitely be the type to soothe his SO after nightmares, go for a walk in the moonlight with them to release pent-up stress, and generally be more protective of them. He would inform himself on how to best deal with panic attacks and try to therapise his S/O

- Itachi’s advice and “words of wisdom” may be of comfort but they may also fall flat because he tends to speak from a place of rationality more than emotion, and as a walking embodiment of PTSD, he’s one to talk. But hey, he is quite wise, and he means well.

Obito:

- Would literally go absolutely batshit crazy if his S/O was kidnapped and held hostage by the enemy. Cue the Rin flashbacks. Would destroy the world, burn it to ashes, go to Hell and back and make it rain blood. …Literally. He would be on his most unhinged, insane behaviour

- his SO should expect to never leave his side after that. He will be overprotective, like they are an infant who is at risk of dying with every breath

- would have nightmares about what happened and it would enrage him and break his heart to see his S/O broken by what they endured.

- wouldn’t know what to say or do to console them, except promise to always protect them and never let it happen again

Madara:

- you don’t fuck with Madara’s S/O. If you do, there is an incoming cataclysm your way. He would destroy their lineage for daring to hurting his loved ones. Would definitely worsen the war in an attempt to get revenge

- would be helpless in the face of dealing with PTSD. Madara is a strong person, who grew up not really learning how to express his feelings, and therefore, he doesn’t know how to deal with them

- would be the type to stand a few feet from them, stiff and awkward and boiling with fury and sorrow inside at the sight of their S/O hurting, but somehow, he can’t come up with anything worthwhile to say. Will probably say something like “it’s over now. It won’t happen again” and that’s it

Indra:

- oh boy, you messed up. His S/O is like his most prized possession to him, and no one can take that from him and break one of his things. Takes it more as a personal insult rather than anything else. Will kill everyone who disrespected him like that

- will probably be saddened but also frustrated by his S/O’s inability to get over what happened

- “it’s over now. No point crying about it”. He doesn’t mean to be cruel, but it’s just a matter of stating facts to him.

- what, his S/O doesn’t trust him to keep them safe or something? Do they doubt his strength?

Shisui:

- would definitely activate the other side of Shisui. Would efficiently and ruthlessly kill everyone who sought to hurt the person he loves. He would be there in a second

- the safety and comfort of his S/O after such a horrible ordeal would be his priority. A bit like Itachi, he would always be there to offer comfort, a shoulder to cry on or a distraction in difficult times to follow

- However, unlike Itachi’s therapy sessions, he is more the type to try to lighten the mood and lift his S/O’s spirits. He would make it his mission to make them laugh and keep them happy, sometimes to the point of stifling them and making them feel a little alienated

- if he’s asked to have a serious conversation about what happened, however, he is very serious about it, and very protective and comforting

Sasuke:

- cue a revenge plan. He is not joking around. This man has lost every single person he loved, and if his S/O is abducted and tortured, he is there in the span of 0.1 second raining hellfire on the people who dared hurt a person he loves

- This man is like a big ball of PTSD, and not the best at comforting and offering advice on how to heal. It’s taken him years, a self-discovery journey, an obsessive friend beating him up and exploding his arm to heal. Expect him to be there like a silent presence hovering around his S/O like a cat sensing something is wrong with their favourite person but not knowing what to do about it

- would wake them up from nightmares and sit with them in silence to calmly listen to them vent and cry. Sasuke is a very emotional person underneath, but he thinks he needs to be strong for his loved one, to be a safe haven but mostly an anchor to rely on

- would be terrified himself of losing his S/O again, and therefore be quite overprotective (he stalks his S/O secretly wherever they go)

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ ITOSHI RIN ; — he promised he would never make you sad. even new promises can be born out of broken ones.

࿄ ! warnings — gn!reader except for the usage of ‘girl’, angst & lots of comfort. sfw! / note. my first time writing for rin so go easy on me :,} he makes my heart so warm. enjoy lovies <3

arguments with rin were akin to a battlefield. it hurts more than anything when he spits venom in your face, relaying words that should never be said by a man to his woman.

perhaps it’s the fact that you know him so deeply that reassures a hopeful part of you - a part of you that loves the dark, teal-hued haired man. it’s so tumultuous the way rin can go from zero to a hundred in seconds and suddenly, you’re walking on egg shells around him.

this time though, he knows for certain he’s fucked up. he can see it in the way fat tears run down the softness of your pink cheeks, and in the way that you relinquish all your weaponry, baring only a white flag and your soul:

“you’re right, rin. what do i know?”

it’s been a day and half and rin feels like hot garbage. he’s taking advantage of every half time to see if you’d message him first and his fingers always hover and twitch over the keyboard before the screen inevitably turns dark at his lack of activity and all he can see is his own tired and regretful face staring right back at him.

it was always you who'd reach out and, while he would seldom admit this to anyone, you were a constant in his life, the one person who understood him better than even himself. and now, he could feel you slipping out of his grasp, feeling a sense of despair creeping in.

he’s moving like he’s on auto pilot for the tedious remainder of his practice and he’s realised that you both haven’t gone this long without speaking in a long while and it sucks. why wouldn’t you understand that he’s a working man? he - you both knew that this was complicated. he was a professional footballer now - on the precipice of surpassing his older brother, and could you truly understand all the pressures and expectations that came with it?

rin doesn’t even know the answer to that anymore. though, what he does know is that he’s treated a good girl bad. and he’d be damned if he let his inferiority get in the way of loving you like you deserve.

“rin? you good, bro? you look like shit.” says isagi and rin scoffs before grabbing the black haired man by his shirt and pulling him close.

“what the fu-?!”

“tell coach i’ll be right back. something’s come up.”

rin speeds out the building before anyone can protest, taking nothing but his desire for you. he just hopes he gets there on time.

but it’s not like you’re doing anything particularly profound yourself. having called sick from university for a second day in the row, you’re eating leftover curry from the nights before... the nights when you and rin were cuddled up and you were spoon feeding him this exact meal.

you couldn’t stop the tears from dribbling down your face and right into your bowl. you hate that idiot. you hate that your heart beats for him and him only, even though he makes you feel like this on the bad days.

‘but there shouldn’t be any bad days,’ you think and the wrists of your sweater mop up any salty tears and snot from your face.

you can’t help but wonder if this was a sign from the universe - if you were destined to go your separate ways, to become nothing more than distant memories of a simpler time, a time in which rin would’ve ate glass if it meant he’d never see you cry again.

“you don’t have to do that, idiot,” you giggle, “though it would be a good punishment. are you manifesting that for yourself?”

rin shakes his head that’s kneading against your bare tummy, your t-shirt having been ridden up so he could press his cheek against the warm skin of your belly.

“just shut up… i would do a lot of things so that you’d never cry,” he grumbles cutely, ears red and you run your fingers through his hair as he lets out a puff of air.

“i’ll hold you to that, rinnie.”

three hard knocks against your front door throws you out of your reminiscing and you quickly wipe and pat at your face as hard as you can to brush away any remnants of a sadness-fuelled crying session before padding away to open at the door.

“hi - oh.”

you don’t know why you’re so surprised to see him but to see him like this? all sweated up, out of breath and pink in the face were all symptoms that were reserved for his football practice. the rin you knew would never sacrifice his prime training hours just to see you-

“just give me a minute. you - you don’t have to let me in. but i just wanted to say i love you, y/n. and you deserve better than - than, i don’t even want to say it,” rambles rin, who’s short of breath and he doesn’t know if it’s from running all the way over to see you or if it’s from trying not to get distracted by how devastatingly gorgeous you look, even when he’s the reason for your heartbreak. you’re wearing the sweater that he got you and your eyes are all doe-eyed and glassy and your plump lips are pursed together.

“but i’ll say it anyway because it needs to come from me. you deserve better than me. and i’ll still want you regardless, even though i don’t deserve you. and i’m sorry. i’d still eat glass even if you want me to but it still wouldn’t be enough. i’m sorry.”

rin exhales loudly and closes his eyes for a moment so he doesn’t have to see the hurt on your face but all it does it prevent the anticipation of seeing your arms fly over his waist.

“you’re such an idiot, rin,” you sob, face stuffed in his jersey and he all but wraps two strong arms around and rests his face into your hair, wanting - needing to be engulfed by everything that you are.

“i still hate you for making me sad,” you say, all muffled and sniffly and he breathes out a little harshly at that, wincing but he knows he deserves more than a few pointed words from you.

“i hate myself for making you sad,” he murmurs and you sniffle even more.

“you should definitely eat glass after this,” you mumble and rin presses his lips into the crown of your head and hums.

“as long as it’s made by you.”

“shut up… you should, sniff, go back to practice,” you whisper after pulling your face from the comfort of your boyfriend’s warm and toned body.

“you’re sure you don’t want me to stay?” rin frowns and for the first time in almost three days does he see a beautiful grin take up your face and he has to stop himself crumbling into the floor while you nod fervently.

“seriously, you should go. i don’t want to be the reason why bachira and isagi start going off on you,” you giggle and rin’s lips upturn slightly and he lets out a half chuckle.

“yeah, you’re right. but i won’t be too long so… wait for me?”

“…ok,” you bite your bottom lip and rin holds back the dire urge to kiss you but given the circumstances, he decides not to overstep, already elated that you still want him in spite of his behaviour.

he nods again and goes to leave the vestibule of your home when you pull his arm back.

the dark haired man turns to look at you in confusion, “what-” but he is merely interrupted by your hands that grab at his neck and the push of your lips onto his own.

the way rin kisses back in reciprocity is almost instantaneous and too wild for you to keep up as his hands splay themselves across the small of your back to your waist. your mouth tastes like a faint hue of katsu curry and even so, rin can’t help but slot his lips over yours. you eventually throw your arms around his neck to get impossibly closer to the man and even though he’s smells vaguely sweaty, you can’t help but be addicted to the scent anyway. especially when he holds you like he can’t get enough of you and it makes a fire rumble in the pits of your belly.

“i don’t hate you by the way,” you say when you break apart the kiss to whisper on his lips and he hums, all placant and appeased from being in your arms.

“i know,” and rin leans down to kiss at you one last time and you push him away playfully.

“you should definitely go now. they’re gonna be on you when you come back,” you twinkle and rin can’t help but mirror the soft expression that sits on your face.

“i’ll see you later, y/n,” he nods, taking your knuckles to his mouth, and the action makes you roll your eyes and he smirks this time around.

“okay, okay, i’m gone.”

when you finally get to shut the door behind you, you saunter off to the couch to see a notification light up your phone.

rinnie <3: on my way back. i love you.

a salty droplet hits your phone screen but this time, it’s not a cause of sadness; more so, a cause of adoration for the idiot. your idiot.

you: i love you too, rinnie :) have a good rest of your practice!

the striker has missed approximately 30 minutes of practice by the time he languidly strolls through to the pitch and multiple sharp eyes land on him - despite his attempt at blending in to make it seem like he never left.

to say that the guys on the team lambasted him would be an understatement. rin makes a mental promise to never induce sadness in you again, lest he face the wrath of his annoying teammates. though he doesn’t really care what those idiots think.

he’d run out of a million more games if it meant he needed to make things right with you.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[hanrinz]

COME BACK WE MISS YOU — wherein rin doesn't really like your cat at all, maybe..

+ rin itoshi x reader | fluffy short drabble | i just thought of this while eating, literally unrealistic writing here lmao. ooc but who cares. idk this was so rushed

rin doesn't think he minds when you're not around, it's not like he needs to spend all his time with you. but, what he really minds is when you haven't greeted him all day or seen your presence anywhere. and then he would see you in an alley on his way home, you're feeding a damn cat.

is this what's been taking all your time away from him all week? a stray cat? and you'll turn around from your crouch position and give him your radiant smile, ah there it is.

but that doesn't really change the fact he hasn't been able to have you all this time. and sure as hell that damn cat knows what it's doing, looking at him with smugness. he knows he didn't imagine it at all.

it was stupid, really. a cute fur stray against him a talented striker, and you chose that lukewarm animal.

and it's coming home with you? what? it's living in your house? hell. now he has to fight for his position? oh, he'll win this. he'll make your cute little cat know he doesn't back down from a challenge.

"rin, please stop giving death glares to our child,"

yeah, no. he tries to behave himself anyway. he only does it for you. if sees that cat laying on your lap he'll literally throw hands any minute.

you're pretty sure your boyfriend will love the cat you brought home and this is not what you expected from him. nevertheless, you're determined to make them get along with each other, note — more on your boyfriend's part.

and you just had the perfect idea.

fortunately, you had to leave for two days to visit your grandparents for the weekend. the perfect excuse to leave rin with your cat, and he can't refuse either. you had convinced reo and the other guys not to be free on those times, even telling them not to answer rin if he ever did. not that he'll do it, but it's better to be prepared.

and the day you'll be leaving has come, making a list for rin, the things he will be doing. he was listening intently, nodding and storing every bit of information in his brain.

"i'll be back on sunday evening, are you sure you'll be okay?" you asked, a little hesitant about this, but you really can't go back now.

"don't worry 'bout me, you should go now. don't make them wait for you too long."

"i'll call you!" you said as you kissed him goodbye boarding on the train to your hometown. your cat curling in his arms, purring like a farewell say on you, it had you smiling from how rin looks holding your cat.

"take care of our child!" you said a little too loud. you laughed, seeing rin's embarrassed face from your words and how some people have looked on your way.

god, why do you have to pertain to this little feline as your child. he's definitely gonna miss you.

on the way back to your apartment, he had stopped by the convenience store to buy cat food, browsing through the different kinds not really knowing which one you always buy. he had almost fish out his phone out his pocket to text you, but decided against it.

looking at your cat, lucky—yes, you named it lucky—he had contemplated as if the cat would talk and tell him which one it likes.

"the red one or the blue one?" he muttered to himself and it was stupid, but your cat grabbed the green one on the shelf giving him the answer he's been looking for. when did food get so expensive? he's ignoring the fact what just happened a minute ago.

paying for everything and heading back home, he did everything you had instructed him not a single left uncheck on your list, feeling a little proud of himself. taking a spot on your couch to read as he waits for your call.

your little cat climbing on his lap, turning as it lays down on him, leaning its head in his hands, urging him to pet it and he did. he thinks it was not so bad spending a whole weekend with your child in his hands.

"hey, did i wake you?" you asked from the other side of the call, trying to lower your voice as you see rin's messed up hair and your cat laying on his lap sound asleep, a book which seems to be haphazardly thrown on the side of the couch.

rin rubbed his eyes awake, looking through his screen as his lips quirk up a little. "are you coming home soon?" he muttered, his voice raspy.

you hum in response, as you secretly take a picture of him and lucky. a new addition to your gallery, smiling to your self.

"..we miss you,"

"we?" you laughed from this shocking revelation, well it looks like they got along pretty well.

"yeah," he confessed.

"i miss you too, rin," and you could only smile more.

i was hoping to post more this week, but i have something coming up this weekend so please take this small offering◝꒰ ´ ˘ '♡ ꒱

[short-black-diamond]

"Yo, she's a pro." ...part two

part one, ... , part three, part four, part five

warnings/summary: cursing, Raichi and Igarashi get on your nerves, raichi tries to flirt -but gets humbled instead- and you only have heart eyes for Kunigami, you call Ness pretty boy, Nagi screams at you, Reo rests on your lap, Barou is rude but respectful, you're in a sauna with Otoya, Karasu, and Oliver, and later on, Rin and Kunigami join

---

It was now the third and last round, and Barou was acting crazy, also it didn't help that Snuffy egged him on even more, but not that it would be a problem to you. You could've made your own goal easily, but you were only there as a guest player -and Ego would be at your neck again if you didn't pass the ball- so you rather helped Isagi.

However, with you and Ness making a deal of him scoring a goal himself and Kaiser being sent to the infirmary, Ness was a sweating mess, but he also looked excited. You frowned.

"Did you never score your own goal-" "Yes I did, shut up!", he yelled rudely and you had untrusive thoughts which you'd love to act on.

You kicked behind his knee and he folded like an omelet

You just frowned even more. 'I hope I don't regret this...'

Anyway, as Ness and Isagi were going forth, you just stood behind. The both got alarmed and looked back to you with betrayal written all over your faces and you got angry. "YOU IDIOTS CAN'T ALWAYS RELY ON ME, PLUS WE CHANGED THE FORMATION!!!", you yelled as you stood in front of the goal (you moved from midfield to defense). They ran with the ball. Noa approached you.

"Say, did you do this on purpose? Putting yourself in here and letting them go?"

You smiled. "They should come to terms with the fact that there won't always be a player like me who can just pass them the ball whenever they want.

...If I wouldn't have been here, then it would be Kurona in my place. He knows how to receive the ball and also control it pretty good. And if you don't mind, I would like to switch with Hiori."

"That blue haired guy?", Noa asked, a hint of surprise in his voice as he looked at Kurona who was running and passing Isagi (yelling "pass pass!") and Ness (begrudgingly and with a grimace) and then to the blue haired boy who sat on the bench.

Hiori looked at the three boys with furrowed brows and much wider eyes, as if he could lose sight of what was happening there if he didn't open them wide enough. He also mumbled, Noa saw. He turned to you and nodded.

"Hiori." "Huh?", the boy asked as he looked up to you. "Get in. I wanna sit.", you said, pulling him up by his hand to stand and you sat on his seat.

"But--why me?", Hiori asked as he looked back to you, unsure. You gave him a confused look. "What do you mean? I saw you nearly pulling your hair out in frustration when watching them how they play. I want to see how you'd do it. And Noa does too. Now go."

And with that, the taller boy nodded with a blush as he ran out. You sighed, content with the decision. What you didn't think of were Raichi and Igarashi who were sitting next to you.

"So...why didn't we get in?", Igarashi asked as he looked at you with a look of expectation. You sweatdropped. "How should I know? Ask Noa or Ego. I'm just the guest player here."

Raichi glared at Iagarashi before clearing his throat and unsubtly putting an arm on your armrest (pls imagine they have cinema seats) and gave you a lazy grin, his sharp canines coming to view. "Maybe they knew that this sexy soccer player would just be the star of the show.", he exclaimed as he pointed to himself with his thumb.

You allowed yourself some fun for once, so you looked him up and down, leaning a little more to him -to which Raichi got a little shy and red- and you smirked. "Well, you really are sexy.", you stated, and Raichi had a nervous grin at your suggestive tone. he could also feel his heart nearly beating out of his chest when you got close to his ear.

"But maybe that's just the one thing that led you here.", you whispered and looked back to the game. Raichi slumped in his seat as Igarashi laughed at him. 'Hmph! I'll make ya fall for me, Yena, just you wait and see- huh?'

Raichi noticed your serious expression, but your cheeks getting pink as you watched a certain orange haired boy. 'Kunigami! Seriously?!', the blonce thought as he gritted his teeth.

Raichi glared at the player, who tried taking the ball from Isagi, just like Barou, but much more subtle and sneakier. You glanced at the other players as well, but Kunigami -even though he didn't hold the ball- captivated you in a way you didn't like, but you tolerated it enough to feel butterflies in your stomach.

Was it the way he looked dead serious? Because he had scored plenty of goals? Because he came in the top five when you guys had to do Noa's first training regimen? (you came first, btw) Or, how you tried not to look to much at him when you and him were training in the same room? You didn't know what it really was, maybe it was because he just looked...so mysterious? Hot? You honestly didn't know.

...but you wanted to know more about him.

...

Ness sat on a chair, ice on his crotch as he glared at you. You were smirking at him. Ness' corners of his mouth turned downwards in a comical manner. "Stop fucking laughing!", he yelled, and you cracked up.

(In my earlier post, you kicked Ness in the crotch, and now he's chilling, pun intended)

You went next to him and sat down. Your thighs touched and as much as Ness hated you for kicking his groin, he blushed when a girl -not just any girl, you- sat yourself next to him. "And just why are you so ungrateful? You scored a goal with Isagi and Kurona and Hiori. Wasn't it an amazing moment?"

And Ness pondered for a moment, his anger to you forgotten for a fleeting moment. "So...I mean, yeah, i-it actually did feel good...but you didn't have to hurt me here. Especially in the middle of the game...Do you know how much that hurts??", he remarked and you chuckled. "Yeah, I could've just -not- done it, but I did. But hey, at least you scored a goal. Do you still want to pass, or do you want to shoot your own goals, Ness?"

The boy next to you only stared ahead of him, biting his lip. "Ah ah, no biting. Your lip'll get busted, pretty boy."

Ness took a second to comprehend your words, and when he finally understood, he blushed furiously. "Y-you can't just call me that!", he yelled, flustered beyond repair as he leaned back from you. But he didn't make space, your thighs still touched,

"All boys are pretty. It's just, I like reminding some of you.", you stated and patted his head, your fingers slightly combing through his hair.

"Sorry for hurting you, Ness. I just didn't want to see a wonderful blossoming rose like you to wither behind a tree like Kaiser. I want you to become a rose with the most beautiful rose petals, but also the most dangerous thorns. I see potential in you, Alexis Ness."

Ness stared at you with an open mouth, rosy cheeks and parted lips. you just smiled in return. "Also, please try to score more goals. You look cool when you do.", you remarked, and then, you were gone, leaving the german with his thoughts about you alone.

...

You and Nagi played minecraft on your phones in break time, and you made Nagi bring out his most emotional side. "WHAT THE HELL!? STOP KILLING MY DOGS! YENAAAAAA!!!", he yelled angrily at you, and if you weren't his closest friend, you would've been scared. But no, there you are, ringing for air in laughter as his eyes and mouth opened comically wide.

And then there's Reo, who rests on your lap, completely happy with life. Melody, your blue snake, has slung herself around his arm and they both took a sweet afternoon nap. Reo once told you that your thighs were more comfy than the finest pillows he had laid his head on, and you just stared at him with furrowed brows as you tried to eat away his side of the pizza he bought for you two.

Now, you occasionally scratched his nice purple locks and he sighed, happy with life and ready to die in peace. That was, until Barou stepped in. He knocked first, of course, hearing a "come in!" from you before storming in.

"You! Tell me how you're so good in soccer!", the "King" demanded, and you motioned for him to take a seat wherever he liked. He plopped down on your beanbag, manspreading.

"Well, I just love it.", you started, and you chuckled at him deadpanning at you. "Okay, uhm, I actually just train this game, it's called nine months. Do you know this game?", cue him shaking his head.

You sat a little upright, putting a hand on Reo's cheek to prevent his head form rolling away as you adjusted your position and he turned to that he was facing your tummy. You put away your phone, to which Nagi smiled satisfied (you couldn't kill his dogs that way) and put his phone away too, taking your other hand and placing it on his own head, demanding for head scratches.

Barou would be lying if he said he didn't want his head to be massaged and hair to be played with by you as well, but oh well.

"I played this game with my brothers when I was small-"

"You're still small-"

"And you're still a loser."

"...."

"As I was saying, I played "nine months" with my brothers. We played it so that whoever couldn't shoot against the metal above the goalkeepers head would be the goalkeeper- which was mostly me, but over time, I didn't have to be goalkeeper, and- oh, I'm trailing off, sorry, heheh.

Uh, what did I want to say? Ah, yes! So, in that game, you are only allowed to touch the ball once. You can only shoot or pass once. If you want to touch the ball again to do whatever with it, somebody else has to touch it at least once.

For example, in my case, I was playing with my one brother on the field against my other brother, who was the goalie. Me and my brother, who were playing against the goalie, passed each other the whole time until one of us scored a goal. If one of us scores a goal, the goalie "loses a month". If he loses all his nine months, he is out of the game, and the person who has a lesser month number than the other becomes goalie, or the game restarts.

Well, I don't know if you actually understood it, but I played it with Nagi and Reo too, and it is actually a really fun game.", you finished, looking at Barou fondly. "...So, you mean that every pass has a meaning and that it should be calc-" "No. No no, gosh. You guys always think so complicated...! What I mean is that even though you could only have the chance of scoring one little goal or getting a small pass, you should have fun while doing it. And, well, make good passes, but that's about it. Jeez, that's why I'd rather go to Lavinho or Snuffy, you guys think way too complicated..."

"Snuffy...is a weirdo. Thinks that if I, Barou the king, follow his plan, it won't fail? His plan did fail, as you saw."

You huffed. "Then untroduce him to 'nine months'."

(Barou nodded, stood up, and pulled Nagi and Reo away from you, yeeting them off your guestbed as he laid down on your lap. "Head scratches....please...", he murmured as he closed his eyes. You giggled. "Whatever you say, King.", cue Barou blushing like a cherry tomato and you cackled, but you still combed his hair with your fingers.)

...

You were confused when Oliver, Karasu and Otoya asked you to join them in something fun. But never would you have thought that there'd be a sauna in Blue Lock. You were beyond happy.

You sighed contently, as you sat in nothing but your towel (your swimsuit underneath) around the three boys. They all only had a towel around their hips, making their sixpacks and overall muscled and toned bodies visible.

You however, didn't pay them any mind as you enjoyed the hot room. "Say, Yena...do you have a boyfriend?", Otoya asked, Oliver and Karasu glancing at you subtly.

"No. 'm too busy.", you yawned. 'Damn, I could fall asleep here...'

"Huh? But you're surrounded by boys, doesn't that make your heart flutter?", Karasu teased, restraining himself from staring at your wonderful thighs. You gave him a look. "Quite the opposite. You guys talk more than my teammates, and you sweat around and it stinks even more than in my team's changing room, which is saying a lot.", you explained.

The three boys frowned at you, sitting upright to say something, but you continued. "But, I can only say that because you are guys. You have way more testosterone than us girls, so of course it stinks way more by you guys. And also about the speaking part; I enjoy talking to you guys, but smalltalk in the middle of a game? really?", you asked, referring to the time you got to play against them. Oliver blushed a little with a shy grin when he thought back to how you nutmegged him and scored a goal from that.

Otoya and Karasu chuckled embarrassed. "So you enjoy talking to us, Yena?", Karasu asked, trying to get back to the topic. However, you had something completely else in mind.

"Yes, I do, and I have also talked to some boys who dropped out of Blue Lock. Most of them had reasons of becoming world cup champions, but there was one who absolutely broke my heart.", and your face turned solemn.

"hah? Someone broke your heart? Who would be that stupid to break the heart of a pretty-"

"His parents died and he was the oldest of his siblings. He came and dropped out of Blue Lock for financial matters. And, well, I couldn't help but want to help him out, so playing for poor people became my reason to play.", you reasoned, but also interrupting Oliver.

Karasu, Oliver and Otoya looked in front of them, thinking that their reasons for football weren't good enough. (Oliver shut up your reason is good enough->read the manga if ydk what I'm talking abt)

"And...what was his name?" "Naruhaya Asahi. It's actually a pretty name, don't you guys think?"

"Naruhaya...?", came a new, deep voice. You turned around, and saw Kunigami. "You know him?", you asked, trying not to drool at the way he looked down on you, him also in nothing but a white towel around his hips.

"W-what are you doing here...?!", the orange haired boy asked, and held his towel tightly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. And Rin came into the picture as well.

"What's with the-Yena?!", Rin exclaimed, flustered that you were there (and he thought you didn't have anything under the towel which was clinging to your body), quickly going behind the doorway, because well...he wasn't one to have towels around his hips.

You furrowed your brows. "Why are you two acting like that?", you asked, looking back to the three boys which were grinning slyly. Then it dawned to you. With a rush, you stood up, and stormed out of the sauna.

'I can't believe I fell for that! Ugh, boys!', you thought as you slammed the door shut behind you and crashed against your bed. 'Karasu, Otoya and Oliver...you three will regret this!'

But you also thanked them. Now you have seen Kunigami in all his glory. Well, except his private areas, but hopefully, that'll change soon.

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Hey hey hey! How did you find that?! Please comment what Yena/the reader would do to the three womanizers!

Really, it is up to you because I have no idea what I should write in the second part. Also please like, comment and reblog if you want to!

Read you in the next post!

taglist: @meryqi (->thought I should tag you love <3)

[arc-misadventures]

Swapped AU: how does Mrs Arc react to Rin having her grandchild as well as Jaune being the Rusted Knight when he next shows up?

You’re A Grandmother, Juniper

Jeanne: Okay, you ready to meet your mom team!

Nora: WHOO! Let’s go see mom!

Rin: Wait, what about your dad, and your brothers?

Jeanne: Yeah, and them too.

May: Don’t you want us to meet the rest of your family so they can hear the good news too?

Jeanne: No, not really.

May: Why not?

Jeanne: Well, I’m still angry at dad because he decided to beat the crap out of, Jaune.

May: He did what?

Jeanne: And, I’m angry at my brothers for not giving me an adorable, Adrian of my own.

May: Adrian, who’s, Adrian?

Jeanne: But, thanks to, Jaune, and Rinny here, I won’t have to worry about that~!

MNR: …

May: Babies?

Rin: Babies.

Nora: Babies.

May: Oh… Should I be worried now?

Rin: Why’s that?

May: Because now they’re going to expect me to have, Jaune’s babies too… And, I don’t want to have his kids, my boobs are as big as is, I don’t want them to get bigger then they start dripping milk!

Rin: Well, there is nothing saying you have to have anyone’s kids. And second, why are you singing out, Jaune to be the father in all of this?!

May: …

May: I refuse to say anything in fear I may incriminate myself.

Rin: What…?!

Nora: Hey, we never got to know why you pounce, Jaune, Rin?

Rin: Oh! Well… I-It’s because he’s sweet, caring, supportive, and loving. And, the fact that if he was here he would always being by my side showering me in unconditional love, and affection. And, he would be willing to put his life down on the line to protect me, and his child. How can’t you not fall for a man like him?

Nora: So, basically what, Jeanne already does for you, but he’s a guy instead of a girl. And, because of that he can give you something extra that, Jeanne could never give you?

Rin: …

Rin: Oh my gods, am I in love with, Jeanne too?

May: Those are all the reasons I like, Jeanne. W-Will I have a crush on, Jaune too…?

Jeanne: Well… If either of you two see him again, and are willing… give me more nieces, and nephews that I can spoil!

MNR: …

May: Are all, Arc woman baby crazed?

Rin: It would seems so…

May: Oh no…

Nora: …

Jeanne: So, May ready to meet your new mother?

May: I was, now I’m not so sure. Wait, why aren’t you saying that about all of us. Were you to already adopted, or something?

Jeanne: They were already adopted by my mother a while ago. I forgot because they haven’t been calling me sister, or anything. Sorry we forgot to mention that.

May: That’s okay. I always thought that the three of you did acted like a family. I just thought you were a closely knot team.

Rin: You wouldn’t have noticed unless we started calling, Jeanne, Onii-sama again. Which we can’t do…

Nora: It was fun calling her that.

May: Then why did you stop?

Rin: Simple: Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yes?

NR: Onee-Sama~!

Jeanne: Grk! Oh gods?! My heart! Its so precious…!

(Thud!)

Rin: That’s why…

May: Oh… Uhh… Is she okay…?

Nora: She’ll be fine!

Jeanne: …

MNR: …

Jeanne: …

Nora: Eventually…

~~~

(Knock, knock, knock!)

Jeanne: Mom! I’m home! And, I brought my team with me!

Juniper: Jeanne? Jeanne! Oh how’s my baby girl doing?

Jeanne: I’m fine mom. It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?

Juniper: Oh, i’ve been a little bored lately; Your father took the boys out on a father sons camping trip so I’ve been here all on my lonesome. But, look who showed up! All of my daughters! Come here girls!

Nora: Mom!

Juniper: Ahh, Nora how have you been, is school going well, have you been eating your vegetables?

Nora: Schools going fine! I get to hit all those mean bullies who made fun of, Jaune with my hammer just like I did with dad!

Juniper: That’s my girl~! Rin, give me a hug!

Rin: Hello, Mother. It’s nice to see you again.

Juniper: It’s so good to see you…? Oh, and who are you?

May: H-Hello, Ma’am. My name is, May Zedong. How do you do?

Juniper: Hello, May, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you another orphaned girl, Jeanne brought over for me to adopt?

May: Uhh… No. It’s not like that��

Juniper: Then what is it like?

Jeanne: Why don’t we all head inside, and talk about it?

~~~

Juniper: So… So why is, May here? I thought you would bring home that, Pyrros fellow?

Jeanne: Uhh no… We booted him from our team…

Juniper: Really? That’s a pity, I would have liked to meet him. And, break his spine…

Nora: NICE!

Jeanne: Pyrros was being rather… forceful towards some of us. So we voted to have him removed from out team. So, we replaced him with this lovely lady here~!

Juniper: And, are you three truly happy with her?

Nora: May is awesome! She’s got a really cool gun, and she can hit stuff from really far away! And, she loves pancakes!

Rin: She is a calm, and detail oriented person. Her skills as huntress are well trained, and thought out. She has been an excellent addition to the team.

Jeanne: I’ve never been more happy~! May is kind, caring, cute; even thou her eye is all scared, and damaged it is beautiful, just like her~!

Juniper: Oh my, is that a blush I see~?

May: N-N-No! No it isn’t!

Juniper: Well, I’m glad to see you’re all happy together.

Jeanne: Yeah… S-Speaking of being together… Mom there’s something I need to tell you…

Juniper: And, that is?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Mom! I asked, May to marry me!

Juniper: What…?

May: And, I said yes!

Juniper: WHAT?!

Jeanne: I love, May! She’s all those things we said about her, and more! She has an adorable little snort when she laughs. She gives the most comfortable, and reassuring hugs imaginable. And, a rack that rivals mine! I love her, a-and I wanted her to stay in my life for as long as I’m alive.

May: I do have a chest that rivals, Jeanne, and while many people, stared in perverse delight at them whenever the banding slipped; Man, and woman. Jeanne was the only one who helped me dress myself, and get some new bras that could contain them. She’s the only one who’s comforted me when I was sad, the only one who didn’t make fun of me for my scar. I was alone before I met, Jeanne… I never want to be alone again.

Juniper: You two are serious about this? This isn’t some spur of the moment idea you’ve had because of all the crap the boys at, Beacon have been giving you now isn’t it?

Jeanne: Absolutely not! Well… Kinda… those boys gave put me of immature brats like them… But, not men in general.

Juniper: Then I just have one question?

Jeanne: And, that is?

Juniper: You going to put a ring on that finger, or what?

Jeanne: Definitely! Actually, I was going to give her grandmothers old engagement ring she gave me. The blue matches your eye~!

May: It does?

Jeanne: Yeah, you’re going to love it.

Juniper: Then I’m okay with it. As long as you two are happy, I am happy.

Jeanne: Oh! Thank you, Mom!

May: Thank you, Mrs. Arc.

Juniper: Oh none of that, call me, Mom.

May: Thank you, Mom.

Juniper: Ahh~! Four daughters to call me mom. This is a wonderful feeling. Now I just need a few adorable grandchildren I can spoil. You think with seven sons I would have at least one grandchild, useless boys…

Jeanne: Actually, Mom there’s one more thing we need to talk about.

Juniper: Oh, and that is?

Jeanne: Well you see…?

Rin: Jeanne, I’m the one who needs to explain this.

Jeanne: Okay.

Rin: A few days ago, another, ‘Swap’ happened, and I was left alone in our dorm room with an older, Jaune.

Juniper: Older? Aren’t you two the same age, Jeanne.

Jeanne: He fell into the, Ever After, and he travelled back in time, and was stuck there for a few… decades…

Juniper: Decades? Wait, Ever After? From the children’s story?

Jeanne: That’s the one.

Juniper: That’s a real place?

Jeanne: Yes it is. And, while, Jaune was there… he became the, Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: The Rusted Knight? Seriously?

Rin: Here, I have a photo of him.

Juniper: Oh my…

Rin: Yeah… He was quite rugged~!

Juniper: His beard is rather unkempt, but it’s quite fetching. Far better than the one your father ever had.

Rin: Y-Yeah it was… A-Anyway… When he appeared it was just the two of us… and, I… and, I…

Nora: Totally boned him!

Rin: Nora!

Nora: What, it’s true! You were going to tell her anyway. Why, were you going to say you fucked him?

Rin: NORA!

Juniper: Okay… Good for you, Rin… I’m confused, why are you telling me this; Do you seriously think I want to know about my kids sex life.

Rin: No… But, I did it for a very important reason…

Juniper: And, that is…?

Rin: T-To have his babies…

Juniper: D-Did you just say what I thought you said…?

Rin: Mom… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: F-For real…?

Rin: I can take a test if you want me to. But, yes, I’m pregnant.

Juniper: …

Juniper: You’re pregnant…

Rin: Yes… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: That means grandchildren…

Rin: Yes, it does…?

Nora: Uhh…? Is, Mom okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!

May: Uhh… Is everything okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!!!

Jeanne: Oh no…!

Juniper: (A deep inhale.)

Jeanne: Everyone cover your ears!

Juniper:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(SHATTER!)

May: Good gods?!! My ears, my fucking ears!

Jeanne: She broke all the glass?! How the hell did she do that?!

Rin: WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU?!!

Nora: AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!

Juniper: Ahhh, finally grandbabies~!

Jeanne: So, what do you think of my mom, May?

May: Now is not the time for sex, Jeanne?!

Jeanne: What?!

[maochira]

hey!! i was wondering if you can do some headcanons for a reader who has a massive plushie collection with barou, rin, aryu, hiori, and niko(underrated king i need more content about him). they wouldn’t even guess that reader would be the type of person to collect that sort of stuff until they see that literally every corner of their room is filled with plushies (literally my dream). they can also tell that it must’ve cost a lotttt of money to gather that much. maybe they even recognize some of their favorite characters in the collection

can be platonic or romantic connections with the characters. i don’t mind either way! feel free to remove any character if it’s too much. thank youuuu <33

Adding two more characters cause <3 I love plushies so much (I also collect them)

Characters: Barou, Rin, Aryu, Hiori, Niko, Raichi, Tokimitsu

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, can be seen as platonic or romantic

The first time Barou walks into your room, he's shocked at the sight of your plushies. Not because he thinks you're weird for collecting them (okay, maybe a little) but because he hates how unorganized they are. Why are some of them all over the floor? Why do they take up an unnecessarily big amount of space on your bed? Before he even says anything, Barou starts tidying up your plushy collection. He's sorting them by franchises and colours and also putting them in places where they look the best. Barou wants you to keep them this neatly because he thinks if they mean so much to you, you should treat your plushies with care like this.

Rin doesn't understand why you have so many plushies. And even less does he understand why you would spend so much money on them. He tries to not say anything judgy, but the look on his face while he observes your room says everything. And the longer Rin stays in your room, the more uncomfortable he gets. He feels watched by the many eyes of your plushies which creeps him out a little. This guy loves horror movies but gets creeped out by cute plushies? Apparently, yes. But you get to have fun teasing him about that. Although, over time he slowly gets used to your plushies. And after a few more weeks, he actually starts liking them.

Aryu absolutely adores every single one of your plushies ever since the first moment he got to see them. He buys a lot of clothes which are actually meant for baby dolls, but dresses your plushies in them instead. Each time he visits you, he's having the time of his life dressing up all the plushies together with you and taking photos of them. For some plushies, he doesn't find any fitting clothing, so Aryu starts sewing some on his own. They may be plushies, but he knows you love them, so they deserve to be stylish. They absolutely need to be stylish.

Seeing your plushies for the first time caught Hiori completely off guard. He didn't expect your room to look like that at all, but he quickly starts loving them. He's not vocal about it, but it's obvious how much he adores every single one of your plushies. His attention constantly drifts off and instead of looking at you, his gaze wanders to the shelf full of plushies right behind you. He hasn't thought about plushies in a very long time, but now he kind of wants to have one for himself. Luckily, before he leaves your place, you put a cute little blue bunny plush into his hands.

Niko doesn't seem to mind your plushies at first. He doesn't think anything of them and mostly ignores the fact that they are even there. But then he spots some plushies of anime characters on your desk. He knows most of the characters, but not all of them. So he obviously gets curious and starts asking questions about which animes they're from. Niko already owns a bunch of anime merch, but for some reason, he hasn't thought about buying plushies of his favourite characters until now when he got the idea because of you. He's already thinking about which ones he wants to get, but he'll probably need your help to decide. Of course your answer will be to buy all of them.

Raichi's first reaction to your plushies should have been predictable. But you're still startled for a moment when he walks over to one of the big plushies and punches it without hesitation. After asking why he did that, Raichi only laughs and says he thinks it's funny. Then he continues doing the same to other plushies, thinking you find it funny as well. Only when he looks back at you he realizes you don't think it's funny at all and you're getting upset instead. Raichi feels embarrassed and quickly apologizes, but he doesn't feel like that's enough, so he goes on and apologizes to every plushie he punched as well.

Tokimitsu treats your plushies extremely gently with a lot of care, almost as if they were real living beings. Every time he touches them he does it very carefully and whenever he pushes one to the side only by a little bit, he apologizes to the plushie. Tokimitsu knows how much every single plushie means to you. That's why he wants to treat them with as much care as he can, because that's how he knows you treat him. And of course, he treats you like that as well. It's always cute to watch whenever he interacts with your plushies and how he talks to them with genuine care.

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[lazysublimeengineer]

you're no good for me but baby, i want you, i want

Summary: Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Characters: Itoshi Rin, Nanase Nijiro, Isagi Yoichi, Hiori Yo & Tokimitsu Aoshi

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags and warnings beforehand. Unnecessary comments will not be tolerated as enough warnings were provided beforehand. Some scenes are excerpts from the latest chapters of the manga hence spoilers tag is in there. Proceed at your own risk. Inspired by the song, “Diet Mountain Dew” by Lana Del Rey. I own nothing from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Lana Del Rey for this beautiful song.)

You're no good for me Baby, you're no good for me You're no good for me But baby, I want you, I want

Tears of pleasure pooled around Nanase’s eyes as the wide girth of Rin’s cock continued ramming inside his quivering walls in avid ferocity and lust.

“Ngh... Ah...! S-slow d-down R-rin...!” Nanase moaned out lecherously as he struggled to keep up with the ferocious pace and movements of the younger Itoshi who seemed to have a long-standing stamina when it comes to sex.

Rin was more vicious and rougher than usual, fucking him harder than what it used to be for them.

He can see the way his eyes darkened, his teal irises swirled with unbidden lust and something else entirely...

...

Was it frustration?

He couldn’t be so sure.

But it wasn’t part of Nanase to be asking him things like that.

They’ve already crossed the boundaries between their mentor and mentee relationship, but he didn’t know what they were now currently.

Boyfriends?

No. That's not quite right.

Friends?

Not the correct term either.

Friends didn’t even do this kind of thing.

They weren’t even friends to begin with.

He was just a straitlaced country boy who lucked himself out to be Rin’s student and now his own property to put him to his own use.

“What? Is your stamina that shit that you couldn’t take me that properly? Remember what I told you before about those people who couldn’t keep up with me hmm?” Rin’s cold yet husky voice jolted him out from his spiraling thoughts and brought him back to the present where Rin was leaning down to lick away the sensual tears that streamed down his face.

His mouth almost reached his lips before it slanted away on the crook of his neck where he bit and licked on the sensitive expanse of his skin.

Right.

He shouldn’t expect a kiss.

There shouldn’t be in the first place.

It’s the only sacred thing that’s tethering them on the obscured lines of reason and lust. A reminder that a kiss should be only shared between two lovers who were passionately smitten with one another.

And they were not like that at all.

“Sorry Rin... I’ll try harder from now on... Please don’t leave me like this...” Nanase whimpered needily, grinding harder beneath him in response to his rough movements. He wasn’t even sure if it meant about the sex or something else entirely.

“Good boy.” He chuckled darkly as he railed him recklessly on the mattress, letting the flames of lust and desire consume them both into oblivion.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

Nanase couldn’t even say no to him in the first place.

His mind was a mess, and his heart was weak when it came to Rin.

He’d let him use him. Toy with his body. And claimed every inch of his skin possessively.

He knew that there was something wrong, but Nanase was just a foolish bumpkin in front of him.

Rin had taken his firsts in almost everything.

But not his first kiss.

He ignored how his heart twitched excruciatingly at the fact.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty? Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

In the cold expanse of the bathroom with nothing but only them inside in the ungodly hours of the night that Nanase could pretend.

He could conjure up the vivid images of him and Rin ensconced inside the fragile bubble of their own reality away from the oppressive tension and pressure of the program.

He could pretend that Rin was also his as much as Rin owned his body and soul.

He could pretend that he possessed Rin’s heart just as much as the latter had taken his heart into his own palms.

Because he could pretend that the tears streaming down his face was tears of pleasure of being fucked wildly against the stalls instead of tears of being brought down into a harsh realization that it was an illusion to begin with.

And there wouldn’t be any forever between the two of them to begin with.

Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses 'Cause we gonna take a ride I'm not gonna listen to what the past says I've been waiting up all night

Rin’s tongue dragged lazily along Nanase’s chest as his hands were planted firmly on his hips to secure him on his lap and let him bounce on his cock like a spinning top.

“I can hear you thinking all the way over here bumpkin.” Rin said throatily as his mouth encircled on one of his sensitive nubs and sucked on it greedily.

“Hhhh... Ah... R-rin... Does it feel g-good f-for you t-too...? A-am I making you feel good...?” Nanase asked in between moans as his cock reached deeper inside of him while he rode him like a professional horse rider.

Rin paused and glared at him heatedly. “You’re a fucking idiot. What do you think huh?” He set the pace punishingly hard which made Nanase quiver and tremble like a leaf on his lap.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I-I'm s-sorry R-rin! So—.”

His words died on his throat when Rin took him by the nape and brought him down towards his face to capture his lips in a deep yet wild kiss which made his thoughts came into a screeching halt and heart jumped out of his throat.

The soft yet hot sensation of his lips against his own sent his entire being into a frenzied mess and he could do nothing but melt against him, letting Rin take all of him that he was willing to give him.

“Never ask stupid questions like that again got it bumpkin?” He mumbled hotly against his lips.

“Y-yes Rin... I won’t.” He murmured back against his lips as his hands tangled around his damp locks and tugged on his scalp, letting their bodies and union become one that night.

Take another drag turn me to ashes Ready for another lie? Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is Say it's gonna be alright

A deep breath was exhaled from Nanase’s lips as he readied himself for the match today.

Today was the day that he’s gonna put all his efforts and what he learnt from Rin’s training.

A match against BM was not an easy feat to win but if he wanted to make it to the top 23, he needed to make himself useful out there in the field and help Rin in scoring.

As he tried to prepare himself physically and mentally for their match, his gaze caught on to something that made his brows speak in volumes and mouth thinned into a firm line.

“Hey Rin.” Isagi called out to him and stopped right in front of him.

 “Let’s put the title of the “No. 1” on the line and see who’s the strongest once and for all.”

Rin looked down at him. “...No. 1? I don’t give a fuck about that. What I desire the most, Isagi... Is the moment I destroy you.” He replied coldly as he glowered at him.

Nanase looked away from their proximity towards each other.

He couldn’t be distracted now.

He couldn’t.

Even if there were pinpricks of agony raining down on his heart.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

“Rin! I’m here. Use me.” Nanase declared as he tried to catch up to him on the field.

Their gazes locked.

He couldn’t let him down.

He needed to be used.

‘Rin helped discover my hidden talent! If this leads to Rin scoring goals, then I’ll gladly sacrifice myself over and over again!’ Nanase thought in determination as he kept the ball under his heel firmly before he sent it flying towards Rin’s direction perfectly.

For a moment, Nanase was mesmerized at how he easily sidestepped away from Kaiser while keeping the ball under his control, but his eyes grew wide as saucers when he saw that Rin easily took Isagi on the back of his shirt and lifted him like a wet cat when Isagi’s hand was holding into his shirt as well.

“I told you before. You will have a front row seat to witness my ascension to becoming the world’s no. 1 player. Here’s your VIP seat.” Rin snarled at him as he kicked the ball ferociously going into the net before it was surprisingly blocked by Hiori himself.

“Sheesh. Quit the makeout sess ya lovebirds! You prima donnas are all hopelessly predictable. Trying to show up Isagi-kun by purposely drawing him in before taking a shot. If ya wanna score ya might wanna come up with a better script that even I can’t predict. Dumbass!” Hiori smiled mockingly at them.

“Tch.” Rin’s eyes darkened before he let go of Isagi and walked away.

Nanase stood there rooted on the spot, the image of Rin’s expression and manhandling of Isagi replayed inside of him and gnawed at his insides.

‘Focus on the match dumbass.’ His mind chastised him harshly.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

“We were on the same team but... If I’m being honest, I'm not thrilled every time Shidou-kun socres.” Tokimitsu said nervously.

“Yeah.” Nanase sported a grim expression on his face.

“To raise our value and survive beyond the Neo Egoist League we need to do everything we can to help Rin-kun score goals. If we don’t make Rin-kun the hero of the match, we’re screwed!” Tokimitsu added dejectedly.

“Yes. If Rin fails, we fail.” Nanase replied seriously, refusing to listen to any other thoughts inside his head.

Nevertheless, the viscous, green of envy slowly festered inside of him as he watched Rin’s gaze firmly planted on Isagi’s spot.

He waited for a good feeling to come but it never came.

Let's take Jesus off the dashboard Got enough on his mindㅤ We both know just what we're here for Saved too many times

Maybe I like this roller coaster Maybe it keeps me high Maybe the speed it brings me closer I could sparkle up your eye

(A/N: This fic was born out of curiosity and misery blended together. I just want to see some Nanarin angst and porn today so might as well serve it piping hot to the fandom. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x Student (19)

Friends will finally stfu after this, I promise. Or at least it won't be as intense.

Shima nudges you as you pick at your lunch. “You’re unusually quiet. Did Amaimon break up with you?” You remain silent, continuing to push the vegetables around with your chopsticks. As you don’t respond, Rin’s eyes widen in realization. "He finally broke up with you?” He exhales a sigh of relief; it seems Mephisto finally did something about it. Yet, you still don’t answer. Christmas is just a few days away, and you’re torn between wanting to celebrate the twins' birthday party and Amaimon's desire to spend the holiday with him. It’s hard to ignore that Christmas means nothing to him; he’s merely being controlling and selfish. But it’s such a fun holiday. Maybe you should introduce him to Christmas traditions, like making gingerbread people and houses?

Everyone around you watches with concern as you remain quiet. Izumo speculates that perhaps Amaimon did break up with you after taking your virginity, which seems like something a demon would do. She shoots you a look of sympathy. Meanwhile, Shiemi looks at you with confusion. After seeing Amaimon at the restaurant the other day, she was convinced that he genuinely has feelings for you. Mephisto even told them that Amaimon seems to be developing emotions but just doesn’t comprehend them.

“______?” Konekomaru taps your shoulder, concern evident in his tone. 

“Huh?” 

“Are you okay? Did you and Amaimon break up?”

“No, we’re good, why?”

Bon answers. “You’re unusually quiet; we were wondering if he broke up with you.”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about my parents; they’re coming to visit soon, and my mom invited a man for me to spend Christmas with. Of course, I had to turn him down because I’m with Amaimon.” You let out a sigh. “They’re okay with it since I told them I have a strong boyfriend, and they accepted.”

Bon rolls his eyes. “Did you tell them the strong boyfriend is a demon?” 

“No.”

"Figures," Bon mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. Rin rolls his eyes, scoffing at him with an almost childish pout. "Bon, it's not like her parents are going to meet Amaimon or anything. He won’t meet them.”

"You don't think he'd want to meet them?" Konekomaru asked, adjusting his glasses nervously. 

“Actually, he does want to meet them…”

Your friends stare at you as if you’re an idiot. Bon firmly grips your shoulders. “You’re not seriously going to tell your parents that you’re dating Amaimon, the Demon King of Earth, are you?” 

“No.” 

“So what are you going to tell them?” He gives you a gentle shake when you don’t answer right away. 

Biting your lower lip, you glance around at your friends. "Alright, maybe you should all take a deep breath or something before I tell you.” You suggest.

Izumo raises a brow. “What have you done now?” 

“So, my mom was planning to send the guy over as a potential husband for me, right?” 

“______.” Izumo’s eyes widen. “What did you do?” 

“I can’t be with someone when I’m in love with Amaimon, right?” They nod. “So, I told my mom I can’t meet the guy.”

Bon raises a brow. “Right, so you wanna tell us the details you’re skipping out on? Like telling your parents about Amaimon.” 

“So, when I ‘date’, they expect me to be looking for a future husband, not just a boyfriend. I told Amaimon this, and he got upset because I didn’t want to tell my mom about him. He became angry and told me we’re getting married, so I need to tell Mom I’ve already found someone I want to marry. Then, my mom said that she and Dad need to meet him to ensure he’s powerful enough to gain their approval. She asked if he’ll be available around New Year’s. I expected Amaimon to say something like, ‘I don’t need or want to meet your family,’ right? But instead, he agreed, so now my parents will meet him and assess his strength over the New Year.” 

“And the fact he’s a demon king?” Izumo nudges you.

“He’s not a demon king, he’s a talented tamer not interested in becoming an exorcist named Ambrosius Faust.” 

“You think that’ll work?” 

“…praying it does.” 

Shima laughs and asks, “Who are you praying to? It can’t be God. ‘Hey God, please let the meeting with the demon king and my parents go smoothly,’” he jokes. 

“Okay, but seriously, what will you do if the plan goes south _____,” Bon leans towards you. “Amaimon is possessive of you; if they discover he’s a demon, he won’t let you go. They could end up injured, or worse, possibly dead.” 

"I know," you murmur, meeting Bon's concerned gaze with your own stubborn gaze. "I understand that it's... not ideal. But I love him, and I don’t care what they think. I want Amaimon. I need him.” 

"But it's not just about you," Izumo sharply pointed out, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Your parents are getting involved now, and you're putting them in danger. I never thought you could be so selfish, _____."

“And they aren’t?!” Your anger slowly seeps into your words. “If they truly knew the truth, they would expect me to leave him. For what? So I can marry some strong exorcist? They’re just as selfish. They claim they’re giving me the freedom to choose, but what if I happen to fall in love with a weak human who can’t even see demons, let alone fight them?" They wouldn’t accept it. So, to be honest, fuck them and everyone else. It’s not my fault that all the young ones died that night.” You glare at the ground; it’s all on your shoulders because all of them died on the blue night. “Amaimon’s right. If they want me to have children to carry on the family bloodline, they’ll need to accept that he’s the only option. I want him. Nobody else.”

Your friends stare at you, frozen, unsure how to navigate your outburst; they hadn’t been expecting it.

“I want to be used by him; I want him to want me. Honestly, I understand that this isn’t forever; I’m only human. I know that he will lose interest in five or ten years as I age. "So, you’re right. I am being selfish, and maybe when I get past whatever age he decides he’s tired of me, I’ll marry someone else. But I want every bit of him I can get before that point.” You huff, a hint of frustration in your voice. "It’s so frustrating that I have to keep repeating myself to you."

Izumo leans towards you. “Is that what you plan to tell your parents?”

“Nope. Never.” You shake your head. “If my parents find out he’s a demon, Amaimon and I are truly in love; he loves me just as much as I love him, despite him being a demon and me being human. Star-crossed lovers or whatever it’s called.”

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After the awkward lunch with your friends, where you had to once again remind them that you want Amaimon and you’re completely fine with him using you, the rest of the day finished pretty quickly, and it’s only a few more days until the winter break. Amaimon found you as soon as class ended and started to follow you home.

“Have you ever watched a Christmas movie?” you ask the demon king, your curiosity piqued. “No,” he replies bluntly, kicking off his shoes as he steps into your apartment. You nod in response but decide against inviting him to watch one; something tells you it wouldn't interest him.

You drop your school bag to the floor and toss your blazer onto the back of the sofa. Amaimon shrugs off his own blazer and lays down on the sofa, resting his back against the arm of the sofa while pulling you into his arms. He wraps one arm around your waist and uses the other to gently press your head against his chest. The subtle scents of Rin and your other friends cling to you, and he hates it. In response, he tightens his embrace, his legs intertwining with yours, trying to drown out those scents with his own. He craves you to smell exclusively like him, a constant reminder that you belong to him alone. 

He clings to you tightly, his grip unyielding for what feels like an eternity before finally loosening just enough to a more comfortable hold. His claws begin to trail along your back absentmindedly. Even within his arms, the chill inside your apartment clings to you, prompting an urge to leave the sofa and turn on the heat. But as you make a move to leave, he only tightens his grip, holding you captive. “Amaimon, I need to turn on the heat; I’m cold.”

“I’m not cold.”

“Yeah, I've noticed that temperature doesn’t seem to affect you.” His indifference to the hot and cold water in the shower comes to mind. “However, it does bother me, so please let me go so I can turn on the heat.”

A sigh escapes his lips. "Fine. Do it quickly." The command is issued with an air of nonchalance as if he doesn't care one way or the other. But the tight grip on your wrist as you pull away tells a different story. He tugs off his sweater vest as you grab the remote for the heater.

You quickly turn on the heater and then hurry back to Amaimon, who's still sprawled across your sofa. As soon as you're within reach, he pulls you back into his arms, arranging you to his liking before once again closing off the world outside his embrace.

With the sweater vest gone, more of his body heat begins to seep into your chilled skin, offering a warmth that the heating can't provide; you find yourself relaxing against him. His arms tighten around you in response, pulling you even closer until there's no space left between your bodies. 

"You're so warm," you mumble against his chest. Amaimon turns, positioning you between the back of the sofa and himself. This not only keeps you warm but also allows him to keep you close, preventing you from leaving his side again. He leans back; his gaze fixed intensely on your face before he leans in closer, pressing his lips firmly against yours as if trying to consume you whole.

His fingers obsessively trace your jawline, a lingering pressure compelling you to surrender to his teasing tongue. The world melts away as you gasp, overwhelmed by the electric chills that run down your spine. You gently cradle his face as he eagerly explores every corner of your mouth with a sense of arrogance. Despite this, you love every second of it, and you pull him even closer, if that's even possible.

As the kiss deepens, he shifts on the couch, pushing you beneath him while keeping his lips pressed against yours. His hand glides from your jaw to wrap around your waist possessively, holding you securely as if you'd ever think about escaping. The scent of him is overwhelming, consuming you entirely with his essence as he seeks to claim every part of you—an assertion of ownership.

Just when your lungs begin begging for oxygen, Amaimon pulls away reluctantly and buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Mine,” he growls into your skin. When he pulls away again, he gazes down at you for a moment before settling slightly on his heels. He cups your face gently for just a moment before allowing his hands to slide down your body until they reach your abdomen. As he presses his hands flat against you, before a thought crosses his mind like a low whisper, sending his thoughts spiraling. She’ll be beautiful carrying our children. The thought takes him aback, but the reason quickly becomes clear. He’s never experienced this in his current vessel; some vessels are more sensitive than others, plus there’s the fact that it’ll be more intense since he has a partner. But he should have a few days to prepare you and himself. 

“_____?” 

You blink in surprise when he calls you by name. In moments like this, he seems to have a preference for using ‘pet’ “Yes?"

He shrugs and casually asks, "What do you know about demons going through heat?”

"...demons go through heat?”  

[tastybluesprite]

Get some sleep

Woooo first Blue Lock fic! And btw I totally agree with @giggly-squiggily headcanon that Isagis worst spot is his ribs. Like it just feels right to me. Anyway hope y’all like it!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if you aren’t into that feel free to keep scrolling. Also spoilers for the second selection arc.

Summery: Isagi won’t got to sleep because he wants to keep training. What is Nagi to do?

Yoichi Isagi was in the indoor field of Blue Lock. He just couldn’t sleep. Not when everyone else was so good. Not when Bachira, his partner, got stolen from him. He needed to get better. To become a stronger player on the field.

He had been practicing dribbles and trying to lengthen his shoot range, when a certain someone interrupted his practice.

“Figured you’d be here Isagi.” Nagi yawned. Just watching Isagi practicing exhausted him. “Oh hey Nagi.” Isagi regarded his white haired teammate.

“Isagi it’s two in the morning, and you need to sleep to order to be in top form. Especially if you want Bachira back.”

“Yeah, well why do you think I’m practicing right now? If we’re going to get Bachira back we have to face against Rin again. Especially if we have to face Rin.”

Nagi sighed. “I understand that but aren’t you tired anyway? Cmon let’s just go to bed and I promise we can practice together tomorrow.”

“Sorry but no can do. I have to do this or I’ll never become a better player, let alone be able to get Bachira back.”

Nagi wished his teammate wasn’t so stubborn. Having to make a stubborn person do something was such a pain and so energy consuming.

“Ok then. I guess I’ll have to make you come to bed then.” Nagi said simply.

Isagi was confused by those words for a moment, when Nagi suddenly ran to tackle him to the floor with dangerous speed.

“What the- gAH!” He fell to the floor of the fake grassy field as Nagi had him straddled.

“Nagi let me go!” Isagi half whined, trying to push his teammate off. But he was then realizing just how exhausted he was, what with the practice he had just been doing, and with the fact that it was 2:00 AM.

Well in short terms his energy was pretty depleted.

“I’ll let you go sure.” Nagi deadpanned. “Only if you promise you’ll go right now to get sleep.”

“No I can’t! I have to keep practicing.”

Nagi sighed. “Fine, just remember that you basically asked for this…”

“Asked for wh-AHhahaha nohohoho wahahahait!!!”

Suddenly all ten of Nagis digits were buried into Isagis sides.

Isagi shrieked and fell into a stream of night pitched giggles.

“Oh good, so you are ticklish.” Nagi mused as he tickled his raven headed teammate.

Isagis cheeks dusted pink as he failed his attempt to squirm away.

“Plehehehease IhIhIhI hahahave tohoho kehehehep gohohoihihing!!!” He insisted through his laughter

“No you don’t. You have to rest. If this is what I have to do to make you understand that then so be it.”

“NohOhOhoHo chAHAhanAhaha NOHOhohot ThehEHEhere!!!!” Isagi was cut off when Nagi began clawing at his belly. “Quite a sensitive spot you have here Isagi.” Nagi commented.

“ShAHAhahaUHT UHUHUP!!!” He squealed out through his laughter, his hands gripping Nagis wrist. Although Nagi noticed he made not effort to push him away.

“Isagi are you enjoying this?” Nagi teased with a slight grin, a small chuckle in his voice.

“NOhohohOho ihihim NOHOHAHAHAHA!!!” He exploaded into hysterical cackles as the white haired soccer player started squeezing and massaging at his lower ribs.

“WAHAHAHIT NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”

“Where, here?” Nagi feign ignorance as he pressed harder, making Isagi laugh harder as he threw his head back.

“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE IHIHILL GOHOHO TOHOHO BEHEHED!!!”

Nagi tilted his head “You mean that?”

“YEHEHEHS PLEHEHEHASE IHIHI SWEHEHAHAHAR!!” His laughter was fading into silence and Nagi knew he should give him a break.

Isagi leaned to his side and curled up, excess giggles still spilling out of his mouth.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish Isagi.” Nagi teased. He expected Isagi to bite back with a retort, but the next thing he knew he heard soft snoring.

The raven head had fallen asleep.

Nagi couldn’t help but smile softly. He picked him up bridal style and headed towards their room. That night Isagi had a nice long deep slumber, dreaming of the match that would win Bachira back.

[suncthynuts]

Hii do you write ? If yes then can I ask for scenerio with Bachira, Rin and Oliver doing kabedon on the shy reader who tries to run away after confessing her feelings to him :0

Would it be possible to write 3 scenarios? if not then you can pick one of the boys :D

Sorry for my bad English ;-;

wc. 801

❥;;: Rin

“Um, I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I know you won’t reciprocate!!! So… I’ll get going now!”

You clutch your chest, you could feel the beating of your heart throughout your body. You tried to leave before an arm blocks your way. You look up at Rin, frozen in place.

“R-rin-san? What are you doing…?”

He didn’t say anything, eyes stuck on your slightly shaking form. Your cheeks turn red as he leaned down, inching closer to your face until you were mere inches away. You felt like having a heart attack with how loud you can hear your own heartbeat.

He gaze bore holes into your eyes. You couldn’t stand the intensity of it all so you closed your eyes.

“Look at me. Open your eyes”

You refused to do so, flinching a bit when you felt his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up.

“Open them right now, Y/n”

His thumb graze your lips and your eyes  burst open in surprise. You’re met with with Rin’s eyes still staring into yours.

“U-um”

“You like me.”

“Yes? I mean, yes…”

You mumble, feeling a bit awkward with his thumb still placed on your lower lip. You were confused to say the least, you had no idea why he was acting like… this. It was too intimate, it was then you realized how close you two actually were, you could feel his breath on your face.

“Are you okay, Rin-san?”

“Hm? I’m quite fine”

Before you could say more, the bell rang and both of you stepped away from each other. You took this as a chance to escape again but he pulled you back by your wrist.

“Hey, you can’t just leave after that”

But you can though…

“Let’s go get some coffee this weekend”

“Huh???”

He let go of his wrist and leaned on the wall you were just pinned on seconds ago.

“You like me right? So it’s natural that we should get to know each other”

“W-well, that’s right but…”

“But what?”

You look down to avoid his gaze but also because you were ashamed.

“You don’t like me”

“What? That’s for me to decide, Y/n. And again, that’s what the coffee is for”

You didn’t know what to say. After all, Rin Itoshi, your crush, just asked you out on a date.

“O-ok then, is the cafe across the school good?”

“That’ll do, I’ll see you there at 10. And you should get to your class now”

“R-right! See then!”

❥;;. Bachira

“Heyyyy, you think you can just leave after all of that?”

He has that same smug smile that you’ve known to love. But after a confession wasn’t exactly the time you wanted to see it.

“I never knew you liked me, huh, bunny? That’s so adorable of you”

“Bachira-san, I-”

“Ah ah ah”

He silence you with a finger on your lips stopping you from saying anything more. He steps closer to you, each step he takes you take a step back. You feel the wall on your back as he traps you with both his hands on the wall beside your head. You stare back at him awkwardly, your hands fiddling with the end of your skirt as you start feeling anxious being all alone with him in this situation.

“Now, what should I do with you? I have to keep you now, Y/n. You’re too cute to let out for anyone to take~”

“What…”

Your cheeks we’re heating up from the nonsense he was spouting. You only wanted to confess your feelings so you can have closure and finally move, you did not expect this development!!

You snap put of your thoughts when he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

“!!!”

“You can’t go on spacing like that when you’re with me, sweet cheeks. Makes me mad when you’re thinking of someone else when I’m right here”

You’re eyes widen at his words. You didn’t want to make him mad… but you couldn’t help it. Just the thought of possibly liking you back made you feel faint and your heart pound like crazy!! Though it was quite apparent right now that he does in fact like you back.

“Anndd there you go again, you can’t keep leaving me hanging here, sweet cheeks!”

“Umm, I don’t really know what to say to that… I never thought you would, you know, like me back”

He chuckles for a bit then backs away, giving you some of your personal space back. You let out the breathe you were unconsciously holding in.

“I’ll let this one pass, sweet cheeks. But next time… you might get some punishments~”

“Punishments??”

He doesn’t say more and just leaves you in the hallway, face red as a tomato and questioning everything you’ve known about Bachira.

I don't know if I can write Oliver accurately so I just didn't ;-;;; but I do have some ideas so I might write him in the future.

anyways, i hope you like it <3

[verysium]

hiii!! i absolutely ADORE your characterization of the bllk boys 🩵

but,,, i’m dying to know how you feel about some fans headcanoning rin as a “red flag” if he were in a relationship 🤔 because i can see where they’re coming from (baby boy isn’t the most stable!!) but i can also see him being really devoted to someone if he has a genuine emotional connection to them, especially if it’s romantic. would it be rocky? probably. but would be he toxic? i feel like that’s debatable yk?

anyway, id love to hear what you think he’d really be like!!!

thank you anon for your kind words! ♡ this is just my personal opinion, but i'm usually hesitant to use the term "red flag." i can understand why the fandom would use it though. it's often easier for us to categorize characters/people into groups. that way we have a linear guideline as to what belongs/does not belong to the group and therefore what we should/should not expect/follow/tolerate. the problem with that is that it completely excludes people who do not fall into a group or fall along blurred lines.

in the case of rin, i do think the fandom is right in pointing out that he does have his own issues. if you are going to get into a romantic relationship, you need the correct mindset to do so. you need to mentally and physically make room in your life for another person, and that isn't something that happens overnight. but then again, rin is a dynamic character. he can do anything so long as the right circumstances are there to foster it. he could become sweet and devoted as you said, but that would take a lot of time, patience, and development. he could also become toxic, and that would mean he gives in to his insecurities and doubts. you can't necessarily predict how he is going to be in a relationship because he himself is unpredictable.

that being said, i don't think we should think of rin as being set in his ways. keep in mind that he is still a teenager who is trying to figure out what life is and what he should do with it. even now, the current pxg rin has come a long way from who he once was before. so.....yes, i do think he has the potential to become the romantic and soft boyfriend most people dream about. in fact, he might already have a profound and emotional side to him. we just never see that side of him because the manga/anime only portrays so much.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot

ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : Release Celebration - VBS!Kagamine Rin

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After such a long stroll with Luka you were absolutely EXHAUSTED... yet she continued wandering, while you went back to MEIKO's cafe to have a drink after such a long journey.

"Hey MEIKO! Can I please have some refreshing drink...?"

"Oh? That's new way to ask for a drink... but definitely! I'll make you something reallly quick. Just enjoy the show for now~"

"The show?"

You asked and she just pointed at Rin and Len performing on stage. Right... performances simply happen here so often you didn't even notice is at first!

But the more you listened... the more impressed you were... it really seemed like those two were having a little bet again? Because they kept trying singing better than the other! But you could see that the most determined was Rin.

Once the show was over, you were sipping your drink so your hands were a bit too busy to make a little applause. So you decided to move that for later! Which made you to overhear the twins conversation.

"Told you I was better!"

"No way! I totally did better on the rap part!"

"I'm pretty sure I accentuated these lines better! I'm sure about that, Y/N always tells me they LOVE the way I do those!"

"Oh yeah? Then maybe you should ask them?"

"I would but they're on stroll with Luka..."

Rin sighed while Len tried not to laugh, noticing you unlike his sister who was facing you with her back...

"I'd ask MEIKO to make sure."

"That's... actaully a good idea! Hey MEIK-"

She stopped half way there when she finally noticed you... staring right at her...

"Uh... yeah, I did like your rap?"

Your moment of bluntness only left her blushing a bit as she realized you must've heard her singing. Even tho she was proud of it, she was worried you figured too much out...

"Rin tried proving to me she's your favorite person!!"

Len said as quick as possible, spilling every truth to you, making sure his sister finally makes her move. His quick sentence obviously lead to Rin panicking even more tho...

"Did not!!!"

"OH? MEIKO's calling me!!! Bye!"

"No, she's not!!"

Before any of you could react, the boy ran away as quickly as he started this whole banter. Leaving you and Rin alone.

"If you're worried about that... he's right. I do think you're my favorite person."

Despite the flustering words, she smiled at you and after taking big breath in, she came over to you. Deciding to take the chance her brother gave her.

"Really? Because... I was really worried you see me the same way you see Luka... or anyone else..."

"Hah, no, definitely not. Sure, I like them as friends. But you're way more important to me."

She definitely didn't expect this blunt answer... in fact, she wanted to be the one to confess! But she can't really complain now that she's completely sure...

"So that means you like me the same way I do, right?! So... can you take a walk with just me this time? But we'd make it less of a... "friends hangout", like you do with Luka. ...Okey?"

You smiled gently and nodded, actually thinking her idea and way of asking you for date was pretty cute! And even tho you're tired for now... you wouldn't mind taking a walk with her later!

Meanwhile Rin's cheeks heated as she received the answer from you. That alone was enough to make her excited and already plan what she can do to make that walk even more special than it already's supposed to be.

"I think Len's calling me!!"

"Hehe~ Sure, go get him."

She nodded, apparently too happy and flustered to think about her bad excuse as she quickly ran off where Len could be. Her peace was quick but not only because she wanted to flee... but also because she couldn't wait to tell everyone she finally won you over!

"(Twins... same excuses...)"

Meanwhile you finished your drink with soft smile. Instead of running off to tell someone else about your achievement, you just planned everything in your head while resting~

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[cabbagewisdom]

[ENDS…]

The air is filled with nothing but dread.

In the dead of night, the silence seemingly adds more to the gloomy atmosphere already surrounding the residents of this forsaken Manor.

However, one remains unfazed.

The towering figure of the Unknown Deity calmly strolls down the dark hallway, heading toward the room that person is dwelling.

It is quite amusing how irony works.

For when that person sees no more worth in living in a world that loves to crush him under, the people who revel in his pain have finally come to the realization of the grave mistakes they have been blindly committing.

The futile efforts they have tried to make up for it.

How ironically the moment they begin to care is the moment he no longer does.

The tea has tasted exceptionally with the amount of karma he is witnessing. Yet despite it, this must go on no longer.

Yian arrives at the door of his destination.

"May I come in, Princess?"

The distorted voice of the Unknown Deity echoes before the closed door.

There are no replies to his request. Yian does not expect one.

"Do excuse me."

The creaking of the worn-out door is the only noise in the silent night. Yian pays it no attention as he steps inside the small room, toward the bed.

"Princess."

Dull golden eyes turn to him, looking straight at the abyss under the cloak of the towering figure. Before the endless unknown of the abyss where a human face should have been, there is not a single reaction in those golden hues.

Nothing.

Not fear, not emotion.

Empty.

Lifeless.

A puppet who is waiting to be used again.

For no longer does he care for himself.

Waiting to be used, then to be discarded.

The miserable soul who only knows of peace in his demise.

However, this is not the end for Rin.

Not yet.

The Deity easily picks up the weightless sorcerer. Clawed hands hold him firmly and yet, with the tenderness he has never experienced before.

Yian sits on the small bed, with the sorcerer pliantly in his laps.

Still not a single reaction in those golden eyes.

"Let me tell you a story."

A story of old.

Of a being exists long before mankind.

Who has witnessed far more than what is recorded in history.

The untold tales of many.

Many different beings, different and diverse in kinds, in personalities, in appearances.

A single common thing they share:

Every single one has a soul.

And it is because of their souls that their stories are told.

Even those normally are not supposed to.

Even objects can have souls.

”Your origin may not have been natural. Yet it does not change the fact that the being named Rin did exist. Still exists. And for that, you are just as real as any other beings present upon this planet. Your existence cannot be denied, no matter how much they may try.”

It will always amaze Yian how simplicity is often looked down on, and yet it is always what helps in the end.

However complicated the situations may have felt like, at the end of the day, the answers are always so simple.

Just like now, how a simple tenderness is what needed for Rin to break.

A simple confirmation of his existence is all he needed.

Perhaps the Yian in the future will find answers to those questions.

For now, he is more than content with holding the small sorcerer finally lets out the cry that has been suppressed and unheard for all his life.

[...THEN BEGINS]

“...Why?”

The sorcerer’s tiny voice is barely heard, after crying for so long.

The Deity turns his head, and once again what meets the dull golden eyes, glistening with the tears they seem to be slightly brighter than before, is once again the dark abyss.

”Yes?”

“...Why are you…Why do they…why let me live? I thought…I thought they have always wanted me to die. That they hate me. Then why did they not do so when I begged them to? What more do they want to take from me? Do they truly want to see me suffer that much?”

Despite the dullness still present, the frustration and sadness in his voice as well as the glistening tears in his eyes do bring a tiny bit of life back in him.

Yet Yian finds no comfort in them, not like this.

”Do you wish to die that much?”

The question seems to catch him off guard, as the Sorcerer looks surprised for a moment.

Then his shoulders slump, and once again the tiny voice whispers:

“I don’t want to feel the pain anymore…”

Desperate, but also tired.

Not that the Deity can blame him for such feelings.

”I see. It is not death that you crave, but merely an escape.”

Rin is silent for a long moment, before he nods his head.

”Very well. Then perhaps it is for the best that you stay with your brother.”

The sorcerer quietly asks:

“Are you…getting rid of me?”

One clawed hand comes up. Despite the inhuman look it has, the way Yian caresses his cheek is surprisingly tender, and reassuring.

”Never, Princess. The Grand Sorcerer has the means and connections to provide you proper treatment. In order for you to heal, Rin, you must be apart from the source of your pain, and that is us.”

Once again, Rin is silent.

”Is that something you would want, Rin?”

Replying to the deity, is only a simple nod.

The abyss has never looked so pleased.

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Couple: Yian/Rin

Illustrated by Appleworm

Commission belongs to me, Cabbage Lord.

Written by me, Cabbage Lord.

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