#Shidou fluff

[saetoru]

tee you know what would he so funny and i keep thinking about? is if you were seen with one of the blue lock men’s friends or teammates, and then there’s a picture on the news like “y/n cheating on ___?” 💀 idk i just giggle into my hand at the idea

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BLUE LOCK + RUMORS THAT YOU’RE DATING SOMEBODY ELSE

✩ — characters ⋮ itoshi sae, mikage reo, shidou ryusei ✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationships, rather pouty and salty boys <3 ✩ — notes ⋮ nauurr this is actually so cute so i decided to turn them into kind of short drabbles w a few boys <3

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。ITOSHI SAE.

sae stares at his screen and blinks. you fight back a grin as he rereads the title, trying not to let out a small giggle.

“itoshi sae bested by little brother in love,” he reads blankly, and you almost think he doesn’t care if not for the way his hand clutches his phone a little tighter.

“sae, it’s not our fault, okay?” you chuckle, shuffling closer on the bed, wrapping yourself around him, “the paparazzi just caught us off guard. you know how they twist things for the headlines.” he does know—but still, he eyes you from the side before scrolling along the article and staring at more pictures of you and rin walking out of the convenience store.

“you went with rin? really?” he grumbles, eyeing a picture of you both laughing as you walk out the store. why is it so easy for rin to laugh at your jokes? more importantly, why is it so easy for you to laugh at his?

“well technically you were supposed to go with me, but you were being grumpy,” you huff, looking at him with raised brows.

it’s rare for both the brothers to be at their old childhood home at the same time, they never really get vacations that overlap enough to visit their parents together—and it’s never really been a priority for either of them with such an…estranged relationship. but this year’s a rare stroke of luck, and sae’s mother insists he brings you along with him for the ‘full family effect.’

except he rarely leaves the room if not to go for his jog or the gym—and you’re tired of being cooped up indoors all day. so when he opts for staying in to rewatch a match when you practically beg him to go to the convenience store around the corner with you, and rin so graciously offers to walk with you to grab a few things himself—how could you decline?

“i wasn’t being grumpy,” he says bitterly, “i was busy. it’s different.”

“well, me and rin had a blast,” you tease, pointing at the pictures on his phone, “as you can see.”

“shut up,” he scowls, locking his phone and crossing his arms. it’s cute to see him like this—slightly jealous and petulant as he tries to shrug it off like he doesn’t care. you giggle, leaning to peck his cheek.

“so? how does it feel to have your brother steal the love of your life?”

“i don’t know,” he rolls his eyes, “seems to me like you came crawling right back to me in the end.”

“not taking it well, huh,” you say amused—and finally, he wraps a loose arm around your figure as you sprawl yourself on his chest, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “you know how you can win me back over? taking me to the store next time i ask.”

“oh trust me,” he says with a sour look on his face, making you snort as you poke his nose, “you’re not walking past that door without me next time.”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MIKAGE REO.

reo is distraught.

“look at these comments,” he cries, shoving his phone in your face.

“reo,” you try to fight back a giggle, reaching over to ruffle his hair affectionately as you try to soothe his crisis, “it’ll blow over, don’t worry. me and nagi were just getting snacks.”

“yeah but they’re completely trashing me,” he whines, eyes all but popping out of his sockets as he reads the comments on the twitter post, “‘you know you’re lame when even your money isn’t enough to keep someone?’ what does that even mean?”

“it means you’re losing your charm,” you tease, cackling when he throws you a soft glare from his spot on the couch. he’s scooches away from you, sitting on the opposite end as he holds up a hand.

“you stay on your half,” he huffs, “i don’t want to sit with a cheater.”

“i didn’t cheat!” you snort, “we went to get snacks for you too—”

“yeah and you forgot them,” he glares.

“i said sorry!”

“well, it doesn’t help,” he pouts as he turns back to his phone, glaring at his screen as he reads the way some of the comments are now claiming you and nagi are a cute couple. it makes his brows furrow as a vein all but pops in his forehead, making you bite your lip so as not to laugh and hurt your boyfriend’s already painfully bruised ego.

“baby, you know you’re the only guy for me,” you grin, shuffling over to his side of the couch, giggling as you cling to him while he tries to (gently) shove you off.

“i don’t know,” he grumbles, “clearly i’m not since you haven’t even defended me in these comments.”

“i’ll make sure to tell them your money still has all the appeal,” you grin, earning a sharp look from him as you throw your head back and laugh. “i’m kidding.”

“you’re not,” he mumbles, crossing his arms. he looks cute like this—makes your heart soar as you lean closer and cup his cheeks and press soft kisses along his face. and even as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but smile a little and lean into your touch.

“i’ll make sure to defend your honor in the comments,” you murmur, biting his cheek playfully. he turns, leans in for a peck to the lips as he sighs.

“you better,” he mutters, “these people are ruthless.”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SHIDOU RYUSEI.

shidou is a nightmare if you’ve ever met one—makes your life increasingly difficult because how dare someone write an article that hints that what’s his could be anyone else’s?

“what do you want for dinner?” you ask, sighing as he shrugs.

“oh, i don’t know,” he grins condescendingly, “why don’t you let your other boyfriend decide?”

“ryusei—”

“if i see him, he’s gonna be one with the concrete, i’ll tell you that.”

“don’t even think about getting into trouble. that’s your teammate,” you pinch your nose, trying to be the one and only voice of reason there evidently is, “we just saw each other at the store and said hi—”

“why did he need to say hi?” he growls, crossing his arms as he stares at his screen again, eyeing the title of the article that’s single handedly spoiled your afternoon with a moody boyfriend in your hands. “i should teach him a lesson—”

“you should do no such thing—”

“you know what? i don’t even care,” he says suddenly, and there’s too much of a wicked grin on his face for you to feel at ease about his sudden turn of mood.

“ryusei.” your voice comes out as a warning, but he pays it mind.

“yeah, babe?” he says sweetly, scrolling through his phone and making your stomach churn as you walk over.

“what are you—” and then there’s a buzz of your phone, cutting you off as you hesitantly glance at it in your hand, noticing the mention you have from him. “what did you do?” you narrow your eyes.

“nothing,” he shrugs, “just cleared the air.”

and if you were unsettled before, you’re certainly concerned now because shidou ryusei taking matters into his own hands can only mean a headache for you and serious damage control for his team. you groan, rubbing your temple as you prepare yourself for the worst case scenario.

“what could you possibly—are you kidding me, ryusei? are you out of your mind?” you stare at the picture he’s posted, one of him practically sucking your face off in the middle of god knows where—when did he even get this picture? and who took it? but as quickly as the questions pop into your head, you decide just as fast that you don’t even want to know.

“that’ll teach ‘em,” he grins darkly, and he has the audacity to look proud of himself, earning himself a harsh glare from you. he only snickers, grabs you by the wrist and tugs you onto his lap on the couch. “wanna recreate the picture?” he grins widely.

“no i want to delete the picture,” you grumble.

“not an option,” he says smugly, and then his lips are on yours—and even if he’s shaved ten years off your life, you think it’s at least a good thing that he’s back to his usual self.

i want to have a lil salty sae in my bed immediately.

[emmyrosee]

i think play fighting with shidou would be a glorious experience. tbh. it could fix me. i don’t even have any other thoughts abt it this time, I just know it’d be amazing 🤧

anon <3

NOOOOO IT WOULD LITERALLY HEAL MY SOUL I LOVE HIM AND IM ACTUALLY FROTHING AT THE CHOMPERS OVER THIS-

bc here’s the thing. HERES THE THING-

Shidou doesnt play fight. He straight up wrestles. Like there are sometimes where he’s gentle and just manhandles you around and pins you down and pokes and prods at your sides, just to hear you giggle and squirm, but like… sometimes, he needs to put you in a full Nelson and power bomb you, tickling you until you’re crying and quite literally tapping out.

“Quit poking me with your dogs,” he snickers, swatting at your foot that once again prods his side. “‘Feral behavior.”

“Coming from you? That’s rich,” you tease.

He flashes you an offended look, but there’s challenge in those pink eyes, a spark of excitement that entraps you, and you know that right now, you’re too playful for your own good, this can only backfire, but damn, if it doesn’t course through your body at the speed of light, filling you swiftly to pester him into snapping.

“Excuse me?” He growls, grinning behind gritted teeth.

“You heard me,” you sass once again. “I’ve seen the things you say to Sae, I know the things you yell on the field, and don’t even get me started on the way you do your hair in the morning.”

“You tryin’ to fight?” He asks, rising to his feet. “You trying to start something?”

“What’re you gonna do if I am?” You hum, rising to your feet too.

“Im gonna give you a five second head start,” he says, and you squeak and make a break for it. “Then im gonna make you regret talking all that shit!”

In your apartment, there’s only four good hiding spots; you’re both extremely aware of them, this not being a new dance for either of you.

You decide on the one in the closet, that’s always the one that gets you both riled up the most, not being able to actually see each other and being protected by an actual barrier than keeps you two apart.

“Where, oh where, could my bratty baby be?” He sings, and judging by he leisurely pace, you know he already knows which hiding spot you’re in. Your hands clasp over your mouth to hide your laughter. “Ohhhh, my bratty baby, you think you can hide from me? I can smell the fear coming from you.”

From the closet, you can’t see Ryusei, but you hear him as if he’s right next to you, his steps clear and calculated and whistling loud enough to send shivers through you. You hear him getting closer, feel the way the floor shakes under his massive frame, and you watch as a shadow comes from under the door and pauses. Your heartbeat picks up, fast, and your breathing stops as if that’ll help the inevitable.

He flings the door open after about seven seconds of anticipation. “Found you,” he sings. You shriek and try your best to scramble out of the closet for safety, only for him to laugh and grab your ankle out from under you, “oh, I don’t think so.”

Your fingers try to grip onto the floor, as if that’ll help you, but Ryusei is strong, much stronger than you, and he wastes no time in hauling you up and over his shoulder before slamming your back onto the squishy mattress, already snickering at your expense while you whine in giggles and flail your legs to try and ward him off.

He merely catches your foot and traps the other leg under his thigh, blunt nails scraping down the sole to make you nearly kick him in the nose. “Careful, it’ll come off,” he teases. You merely fight him off harder.

He tosses your foot to the side and makes a break for your torso, flopping down onto his side to pin your arm under his weight, but careful to distribute the weight so there’s no pain and you can only continue to giggle helplessly. With one of your arms rendered useless, you try and shove at him with your free arm, which gets gobbled in his grip before he positively pulls it taut, free hand now able to squeeze and poke your sensitive muscles to his delight. Your nerves are electric from the pinning to the tickles, and you’re hyper aware of him being so close to you, cheeks split into a massive smirk as he torments you.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone so ticklish,” he points out. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you like pushing my buttons like this, just to make me snap and tickle the snot out of you. You like riling me up for this, hmm?”

Despite his words, he stops, hand smoothing up your side to calm the phantom touches still shooting through your muscles. His legs untangle from yours and he raises his body enough for you to regain control of your arms, which causes you to curl into his side, still giggling softly. “So mean,” you mewl in between your titters.

“You made fun of my hair, what did you expect?” He scoffs, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. You bury your nose against him, relishing in the smell of his shirt and being more than content in his arms. “Besides, I know you like it.”

“You dont know shit,” you grumble, but your smirk tells him everything he needs to know.

Play fighting and you? Inseparable.

Good thing he’s there to always indulge you.

[schrodingers-romy]

Cat-Eye [Shidou Ryusei x Reader]

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x GN!Reader Word Count: ~900 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Ryusei's behavior reminds you of something...

Warnings: gender neutral reader, some suggestiveness at the end, uh petplay mentions i guess, idk man

Notes: Short little thing inspired by how his eyes dilated from slits in the anime. My violent weird little meow meow <3

Ryusei's eyes were striking.

They were drowned out somewhat by the general vibrancy of his person, but they were by no means subtle. Neon pink that glowed when he got excited, with slitted pupils like a cat's; you understood why people called him a 'demon,' because it didn't seem right for a mere mortal to look so unique.

Now, those slit pupils are gone, completely blown so that there was only a thin ring of pink around them. He’s staring at you intently, only breaking his gaze for the occasional slow blink of his thick blond lashes.

You sigh, closing your book. "What is it?"

"What's what?"

"You're staring at me. And your eyes look weird. It's a little freaky." You lean towards him, trying to get a better look. Ryusei doesn’t so much as flinch at your abrupt movement, instead tilting his head closer so your noses touched. "Your pupils are huge. Are you on drugs?"

"Drugged on you, baby~"

You shove him away with a palm to his mouth, grimacing a bit as he licks your hand. Your attempt to silence him only encourages him. "You're like an aphrodisiac to me, sweetheart!" He sang. “Your pheromones are—”

For your own sanity, you cut him off by tackling him to the ground. After a few minutes of half-hearted wrestling, he pins you to the ground with ease, lying flopped on top of your body like the world’s horniest weighted blanket. Ryusei’s dopy grin and black-eclipsed eyes haven’t changed, only now they’re accompanied by a flush of rose brushed across his cheekbones.

You let out a deep sigh, expelling all the air in your body like a deflating balloon and letting your head gently thunk onto the floor. One of your hands comes up to stroke over his hair, petting over the spikes in a way that makes him purr. In turn, he grasps your waist, squeezing, intermittently tightening and loosening his grip like you were his stress toy.

The two of you lay there, in peace for a moment, soaking up the physical touch. You were not nearly as touchy as your boyfriend was, but you had acclimated to his particular form of affection well. So well, in fact, you began to automatically seek it out on your own and feel antsy when you couldn’t get your daily dose of contact. (Not that it happened often…if touch and affection was what you wanted, Ryusei spoiled you rotten with it.)

The thought causes you to smile a little, unconsciously. As bombastic as your boyfriend was, he really was sweet to you. And the way he snuggled up to you reminded you a bit of a fluffy pet.

Wait.

You sit up abruptly. Ryusei groans as his head slides down from your chest, until his chin is resting on your stomach. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed and lips beginning to form a pout. Before he can say anything, you grab his face with two hands, squashing his cheeks between your palms.

“You’re just a cat, aren’t you?” you say seriously.  

He blinks up at you, nonplussed.

“You like pets. You basically purr when I give you attention. You do the little tongue bleps. And the whole dilated eyes and slow blinks is how cats show they like you.” You pause. “At least, I think. Also, you try to get my attention by knocking things over sometimes. That’s cat behavior.”

Ryusei gapes at you for a moment, before he starts to cackle. Full-body, deep laughs, so strong he pulls away from your lap and into a pill bug position as he wheezes.

“Whatever,” you huff. Before you can get up and walk away, you’re snatched up by strong arms and pulled into an embrace.

“I dunno, I’m just being me,” he says, muffling his voice in the crook of your neck as you halfheartedly try to squirm away from him. “But I can be your cat if you want~”

You shudder a bit at the suggestive edge to his words. You should be desensitized to his particular lecherous method of flirting by now, but his arms were strong, and his chest was warm, and his voice was deep…and you were weak for him.

“Could I put you in cat ears, then?” you ask, playing along. “A collar? A leash? It might help keep you in check.” You run a finger down the smooth line of his neck, ghosting over his Adam’s apple as it bobs with his audible swallow.  

“Mmmm…sounds kinky, babe, I’m in~” He starts to mouth kisses along your throat. You tilt your head to give him more access, eyes flickering shut. “You could be my owner, hehe…or you could be my little mouse…my cute little snack—” At this, he opens his mouth wide, and bites down on the nape of your neck.

You let out a squeak. The heat from his mouth and from the residual throb of the bitemark melts down the line of your spine deliciously.  

He cackles. “Such an adorable mouse sound! You play the part so well.”

You use the split-second of his loosened grip to break free and flip your position, straddling him. “Bad kitty,” you scold, winding your fingers through his hair and pulling.

Ryusei lets out a lewd noise, arching his back just a little into the pain. “Oh~” he lets out a shaky breath. “Gonna punish me, hm?”

He’s staring up at you, grinning. He’s all sharp teeth (just waiting to sink into your skin again), dark, dark eyes, messy hair, and arousal-flushed cheeks. You don’t know whether you want to eat him, or if you want him to eat you.

“Maybe…or maybe I’ll give you a treat, if you’re good for me,” you purr.

“No promises~” You give another tug to his hair, before leaning in to shut him up with a proper kiss.

[aciddrattboyy]

Bιƙҽɾ!Rყυʂҽι

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "biker!ryusei brainrot is all consuming.........."

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Ryusei Shido x Gn! Reader ★ Run Time: 0.5k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Slice of Life/Rom] none i dont think this is very tame

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biker!ryusei who used to tell girls he rode motorcycles but in an ironic way. he never actually expected people to climb in his bed just because he rode a motorcycle, but he liked to act like the guys who do because its funny

biker!ryusei who was very protective over his motorcycle, having almost cracked a few skulls in its name

biker!ryusei who, through countless close calls with authorities and many fights, finally learned to channel all his anger and frustration into revving his engine and speeding down dark, rural farm roads.

biker!ryusei who begged and pleaded for you to let him take you out on a ride. he so desperately wanted to feel you holding onto him tightly while he drove you around.

biker!ryusei who liked to show up at your parents house in the dead of night when you returned home for the holidays. he’d watch you peak through the blinds of your childhood room just for you to be scampering out of the door in minutes with a blanket wrapped around you. he thought it was cute how you would look at him with wide eyes, telling him your parents would freak if they saw him as if you guys were a couple of kids. only for you to sneak him into your house moments later, both of you laughing quietly like you were teenagers.

biker!ryusei who thought you looked incredibly hot in his helmet. going out to buy you your own before you even agreed to let him drive you around. his helmet grew heavy with the stickers you’d slap onto it every time you got your hands on more.

biker!ryusei who was probably more excited than you were when you finally let him take you on a ride. you held onto him tightly, scared laughs leaving your mouth as you held onto him in a tight grip. everything around you blurred and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. by the time he finally stopped the motorcycle you were high on adrenaline, giggling with wide eyes and pulling him into an impromptu kiss that solidified the start of a relationship.

biker!ryusei who was never really one to wear leather jackets or dress up whenever riding his motorcycle. having picked you up in his soccer jersey multiple times straight after practice when you texted him, asking him to pick you up and take you home oh so nicely.

biker!ryusei who actually didnt own a car. his motorcycle was his only mode of transportation. whenever the weather got really bad he’d ask for you to drive him around in your car, laughing at your ‘passenger prince’ teasing.

biker!ryusei who had been teaching himself how to fix motorcycles out of his parents garage since he was in highschool. he loved when you watched him tinker away at whatever busted up motorcycle he managed to get his hands on, loving the questions you’d ask about what he was doing. there was always a 50/50 chance he’d be shirtless while working away, but after catching on to your lingering glances, he made sure to be shirtless more often.

biker!ryusei who loved driving you onto campus. he loved the way you perched on top of his motorcycle so pretty as the two of you talked before going to any classes. loved the way people stared and knew he was yours.

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[koenigami]

nothing hurts like you. tags : angst/fluff, fem!reader, manager!reader, mentions of cheating, insecurities, bad communication, suggestive wc : 1,6k synopsis : after your last argument with shidou, pictures of him appear that make you question the past weeks you've spent with him.

One meeting after the other, too many unnecessary video calls, endless emails from sponsors that you still had to answer. And still, with all the work that was supposed to keep you busy and distracted, your mind wouldn’t stop drifting off to blond hair and piercing pinkish eyes. 

“Stupid.” you muttered and frustratedly slammed your laptop shut, only for you to inspect it a second later with panic in your eyes, making sure that you had not damaged anything. Apologetically, you slid your hand over the device, and the movement made you think about blond strands of hair that had felt so soft as you slid your finger through them. 

You were definitely losing your mind. 

And the current ache in your chest? Just another byproduct of your stupidity. Or insanity? Because to be honest, there weren’t many people who’d voluntarily and genuinely fall for someone like Shidou Ryusei. 

Of course, you weren’t proud of it, but some things simply could not be willingly chosen. Like the person one fell in love with. Love? 

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. As much as you tried not to think about him, it was futile. Your thoughts were overflowing with him and his stupidly handsome face. The way his gaze made you feel so very much seen, his hands on your body so warm, and his rough voice in your ears like a sweet lullaby. 

“What’s making my pretty doll pull such a face, huh?” Shidou’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts as he stepped into your office, not bothering to knock first. Think of the devil, and he appears. 

You watched him as he threw his jacket over one of the armchairs in front of your desk while taking a seat in the other one as if he owned the entire place. No matter where he went, with whom, or at what time, Shidou Ryusei’s presence was overwhelming. Once he stepped into a room, it always seemed as if everyone’s glances would magnetically drift towards him, whether that happened out of amazement or annoyance, he didn’t care. 

And then there was you. “Fake it ‘til you make it.” was what made people believe that Japan’s national football team manager was a great inspiration for many people, especially women. It was what had landed you your current position in the first place. Yet, you hated taking up room. Or maybe you didn’t hate it, you simply never learned how to do so without feeling like an impostor.

While people shot wary glances towards Shidou for being too much, you have always been praised for being so calm, so down to earth, so easy to get along with. So invisible. 

“What do you want, Shidou?” The cold undertone of your voice disguised your actual bitterness as you packed your bag, avoiding to look at him at all cost. The last thing you needed was to get wrapped around his little finger, and seeing him and his handsome smirk would only make it harder for you to resist. “I didn’t have a proper break today, and want to get home as quickly as possible. Say what you have to say, I don’t have time.” 

The low whistle and cackle he let out made your face heat up as you got up, putting your coat on with a little more aggression in your movements than usual. Was he laughing at you? Were you that big of a joke to him? 

“Shidou, huh? Is that how it is now? What happened to Ryu’? Or handsome? Or dad-” 

You slammed the top drawer where you kept your wallet and keys too hard, startling yourself and maybe even Shidou a little in the process. “I don’t know what you mean.” You sighed, exhaustion and fake annoyance lacing your voice as you stepped around your desk and finally looked at the man invading your office. Damnit, he was invading your entire life. 

“You’re hurting my feelings over here, manager-chan.” Shidou gritted through his teeth and got up from your chair. Something akin to hope bloomed in your chest when you noticed that his tight smile and stiff tall stature were nothing but a façade which was about to crumble. Hope because maybe you weren’t the only one affected by this entire ordeal. 

Yet, he could see it happen instantly. The way the little flicker of light in your eyes faded as the reminder of something crossed your mind, and instead made them glaze over with unshed tears. 

“Well, you obviously weren’t thinking of mine while you were screwing other women behind my back.” 

One argument. It had taken one silly little argument for him to storm out of your apartment to what you initially had thought was to get some fresh air and cool off. You had, however, never expected for things to come the way they did. 

His tongue slid over his front teeth as he nodded understandingly. So you had read the newest articles about him. Pictures of him at a bar, him leaving said bar with people you had never seen before and entering a club with a random woman on his arm. More pictures of Shidou with strangers, mostly women, surrounding him as they all drank to their heart's content. What must have happened after all those scenes didn’t leave much up to the imagination. Titles like “JPN’s Womanizer on Adventure” or “Tokyo’s number one bachelor spotted in restrooms with fans?” didn’t really help his case. 

“My, my, manager-chan. I didn’t take you for such a naive little girl.” You hadn’t realised how close Shidou had gotten until your back touched the wall behind you.

Whatever you and him once had, both of you had tried to keep it as private as possible. Would it have helped to go public with your so called relationship? No, it would have only stalled the inevitable. You wondered if all those weeks he thought this to be some silly cat and mouse game, in which he could chase you and let you go whenever he wanted, however he wanted. 

You smiled at him, so sweetly, so bitterly, and when the single tears slid down your cheek, paired with your next words, Shidou felt like a goddamn knife was being twisted into his heart. Twice. 

“Yeah, guess I was naive, wasn’t I?”

The little step that he silently took back was your cue to leave, yet as you were about to grab the handle of the office door, your vision completely blurred with tears, you halted when he spoke again. 

“I didn’t.” He spoke earnestly, no stupid smile, no teasing sarcasm.

“What?” You whispered. 

“Last night. I didn’t fu- I didn’t sleep with anyone else.” The sound of his thick boots hitting the carpeted floor grew louder as he slowly stepped closer with his hands in his pockets. He was so close, you could smell his cologne. You knew if you took only one step back, you’d slam into his chest. And it was so so tantalising knowing that his embrace and touch were only a breath away.

“I’ve stopped fucking around for a while now. Ever since that night, if you want to know.” 

That night. The night you took a slightly wasted Shidou home when he appeared to have had a glass or two too many at the after game party, only for him to fake his tipsiness all the way up to his apartment. There, he all of a sudden could walk easily, was able to unlock his front door without any struggle, and managed to charm his way into your heart as well as into your pants. 

“I don’t drink, doll. M’ mind’s already fucked up as it is, and at certain moments I prefer to keep my mind straight. Sometimes you gotta make sure you make the right decisions, right?” You remembered his words from that time, the way his hands roamed your body and undressed you piece by piece, before his first finger plunged inside you. “Shit- can’t risk a blackout. Don’t wanna forget a single moment of this.” 

You didn’t know what part of that memory had made you turn around and sob pathetically right into his chest, though what you knew was that something about it felt right. He could laugh at you all he wanted for it, but the sigh of relief he let out at the same time once he held you in his arms was too obvious for you not to catch it. “Idiot.” He mumbled softly into your hair, as he held the back of your head and pressed you further against him. “When have paparazzi ever been a trustworthy source, hm?”

The slap against his chest was anything but painful, and you despised him for having the audacity to be so damn cocky after all that just happened. You despised him for looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars, even though you looked like a panda with tear stained cheeks, red eyes, and snot running down your nose. “Well, you should start being better at communicating instead of running to the next club and partying your relationship stress away?!”

He cooed at the way you sniffled and wiped your face with the sleeves of your blazer, and when he showed you that stupidly handsome toothy grin, you tried to slap him again. However, you didn’t pull away when he engulfed you back in his arms despite your whines about getting snot all over him. 

“Want me to lick it off your face?” 

“Ryu’, what the hell, no?!”

[satrs]

oh my god hii!!! I need part 3 with “where’s your ring?” and I’m begging you to sneak sae in there🙇‍♀️ I just loved the idea sm!! have fun writing and keep up the good work!!! ♡

a/n: HIII I'M RLLY GLAD U LIKED ITTTT (∩˃o˂∩)♡ TYSMM AND HAVE A NICE DAY LUV!!!

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? PART 3!

SYNPOSIS; pranking your bf by taking off your engagement ring!

FEATURING; Itoshi Sae. Bachira Meguru. Shidou Ryusei. Itoshi Rin.

TAGS; 100% fluff and crack. Them being them.

All Characters are 18+ (proplayers).

ITOSHI SAE.

GETS SOOOO MAD BRUH OMG

It seemed to be just another ordinary day for both of you. You were in the shower while Sae was occupied with something different in your shared bedroom. Then you think about starting your mischievous plans. 

"Sae! Come here! Quick!" Your call alarmed him, swiftly rushing to the bathroom. Your head peaked out of the shower, giving him a soft smile. "Can you hand me the towel please?" He rolled his eyes at that. "I thought you slipped or something. Why would you scream like that?" You just giggled, watching his figure approaching you with said towel in hand. Now is your chance.

You intentionally rested your hand a bit longer on his, hoping he would catch onto your missing ring. To which he did. His brows furrowned, causing you to bite your lip, trying to hold in your laughter. His expression resembled a mean girl in school, staring down the people who would pass her in the hallway.

He didn't say a word about his discovery, only switching his glance to your face. "What? Something wrong with my face?" your question caused the man to scoff in return, mumbling under his breath. "Something wrong with your hand for sure." You caught his rambling but still act like you didn't. "What did you say?" He turned on his heels, intending to walk out of the bathroom. "Nothing."

You chose to uncover your antics. "Sae." The sound of his name made him spare a glance at you. "Can you pass me the ring on the sink too?" By the cheeky smirk on your face he already knew that you played your tricks on him. 

He was quick to hand you the ring, placing a quick kiss on your temple, startling you. "This pranking will bite you in the ass one day." 

BACHIRA MEGURU.

my poor baby.

"Oh my God Y/N!" His loud voice not only caused you to turn to him, but also all the people in the aisle. "Meguru what- Not so loud!" he had a serious expression, halting the shopping cart you were currently moving. " I do not care. Where is it?" His chin motioned to your hand embracing the cart. 

You looked down at your hand, almost forgetting that you had put your engagement ring off to prank him. "Oh I just- " A loud gasp echoed through the aisle, your finance dropping the pack of cereal he was previously holding. His loud voice made him move quickly around the cart right in front of him to clasp a hand over his mouth, hushing him. "Stop it! People are looking!" 

This didn't stop the man from slapping your hand off of his mouth. Some employees were already hot on your trail, concerned about the loud voices from the aisle. "People are looking yes! But are they also looking-", he began, lifting your hand up for everyone around to see. "- at your missing ring?! Everyone, please help me and my fiance find her ring! It gotta' be here somewhere!" 

You turned bright red at his loud statement, your heart sinking as you saw some of the employees and even the customers search the ground for your 'missing' ring. You were quick to cover up the prank in a whisper to Bachira, reassuring the helping hands that you left at home. "What has gotten into you, Meguru? Are you out of your damn mind?" You whisper-yelled at him, earning an innocent smile from the man, causing you to sigh in defeat. "Sorry honey! I didn't know you would prank me like that!" His voice was a tiny bit too loud, some people shaking their heads in your direction, clearly judging you. 

The embarrassment was almost unbearable, causing you to quickly move the cart to the checkout, anticipating to quickly get out of here as soon as possible. "Never ever will I prank you again." You said there. Bachira only laughed at that, helping you put the things on the cash register. "Good choice."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

good Lord.

You regret your decision. Deeply. If you only thought about it a bit longer, realize that this would be a really, really bad idea. But you didn't. 

Now, you are sitting in your bed with your finance splashed on top of you, crying and sniffling into your chest. "Ryu'. I already told you it was just a prank, I didn't mean-" He cut you off with an exaggerated loud cry, tears staining your shirt. "But why? Why? It's not fun at all, baby! I thought you got cold feet!" This caused you to sigh, your hand stroking his head in a cooing manner. "No Ryu'. The wedding is in barely one week and I already got my dress and all." 

This, however, did not calm down the man, his head stirring from side to side as his heavy weight caused you to let out a huff. "I thought you would leave me! This is so mean Y/N, so mean!" You sighed again, placing a kiss on his forehead to calm him down. "I know baby, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

Those words made the man swiftly spring to his feet, a big smile plastered on his face as he wiped away his 'tears'. He disappeared from the room, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. As he came back to view, you let out a breathy laughter. "No way." The pout on his lips grew bigger with every second passing. "Come on! It's not too much to ask for!" You rubbed your temples in frustration, eyeing the pink teletuby costume he had in hand. "Where the hell did you even get that from?"

"Don't worry about it."  With that, he quickly turned on the Teletuby music with his phone, throwing the costume at you, motioning you to wear it. "Go on."  You stopped throwing your tantrum, swiftly getting into the costume, eyeing at your fiance with an angry look. 

"Just like that pretty!" He said, phone now on you, filming you. "Now dance!" You mumbled curses under your breath, sloppily dancing along the lines.

"Yessss, Baby!" His cheering made you want to slap him right across the face. "Screw that damn dress! Wear this to the wedding instead! I'll get a matching one for myself too! What do you say? Blue or yellow?"

ITOSHI RIN.

pouty lil' baby.

Both of you were in the cinema, watching a new horror movie Rin was excited at watching for a long time. Everything was fine, from the mood to the movie, but as one particular scene came on screen, everything went downhill. 

In the scene, a woman was visible, showing the engagement ring her fiance bought for her to see for the audience. Rin only scoffed at that, were mouth full of popcorn as he looked at the ring unimpressed. "Pityful ring in my opinion." At that, he turned his head to you, noticing you were slurping on the coke you got yourself before the movie.  

His hand sneaked to take yours in his hand, lifting your hand up. "See? Yours is way-" He whispered, stopping mid sentence, an unreadable expression on his face as he eyed your hand, the ring nowhere in sight. You tried to play it off cool, placing the coke right next to you as you released your hand from his hold, eyeing him. You leaned near him to whisper, not wanting to disturb anyone watching the movie. "What did you say, Rin?" 

He flashed you an angry pout, attention back on the movie as an incoming jumpscreen caused half of the audience to jump in fear, except for Rin. “Rinnn.” Your whine made him turn to look at you again, the angry expression now visible to you. „What’s up with you?“ 

„No, what’s up with you.“ This made you snicker as his eyes started daggers into your empty ring finger. You were quick to calm him down, explaining your intentions before reaching for your bag, pulling out the ring and putting it back on, all that with a giggly smile on your face.

He was still visibly pouting but reached his hand for yours now as he intertwined his fingers with yours, brushing over the metal on your finger while turning his gaze back to the movie.

„I was waiting so long for this movie now I missed like ten minutes of it. This is the last time I’m taking you to the movies, I swear.“

You only giggled, now looking at the large screen yourself. „You shouldn’t swear if you know you‘ll do it anyway.“ He leaned to your ear at your answer, a slight smile twitching up his features at his next words. „Actually, I’m not. This is the last time I’m taking you here as my fiancé. In the next movie, we’ll go as husband and wife.“

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[unluckilyimnot]

HI YIRL

so I rlly wanted to ask (actually I’m craving it rn) if you could do a sae, shidou and kurona hc when what they would do/ how would they react if their s/o is rlly good (like REALLY good) at like soccer or any other sport (basketball, volleyball I don’t really mind so do wtv<3)

s/o who's really good at sport

0.5 | fluff

m.list | rules

Note: HIII thank you for your request!! I'm an hc girlie ask anything ! It really like this one hihi I hope you like it !

Sae + volley ball

he loves the fact that you’re good at sport too

he doesn’t know shit about volleyball but he will learn by himself to understand when he see you play

it doesn’t matter if you’re pro or not, he likes to come see you play 

don’t expect him to scream or whatever, but he tries to come every time 

he wants to know more about strategy or your position in the team (libero, setter, ect)

the more he learn about it, the happier he is

will make you dinner or bento according to your daily training 

he always knows what to do when you’re sore and can’t move because of the pain, but won’t do much for you because he’s in the same state 

or he would be annoying and tells you things like “you should’ve stretch better”

comment whenever he thinks you played well or not 

will try to help you do your best 

you two do cardio together 

running date

for fem body people, he’s really cautious if you’re on your period and tells you to be careful + give you pain killer along with your lunch

not your first fan bc your friends are way too extreme but he comes just after them <3

Shidou + boxing

wants to do it with you 

he LOVES when you show him new things you’ve learn or teach him 

he’s really good and you already told him to try out more but he loves soccer too much 

it’s simply a good date idea to him

he’s screaming the loudest he can during competition 

pretend to be you trainer sometimes to mess around

your number 1 fan 

likes to play fight with you 

he’s really dramatic, if you win at some point he will just lift you in the air and take a few turns

he loves to do basic sportif stuff with you 

i’m not sure he’s that careful about his diet but if you are, he’ll listen to you and it can be an excuse to spend time with you 

he likes coming with you for groceries 

his fav protein shake are vanilla flavor 

You always have to put an end to the fight he starts it

But if you're violent enough he'll end up being clingy bc you're hot

Kurona + basketball

he tries to make it to all of your matches 

he seems like a big fan of basketball, i think he follows NBA play closely beside football

first hype boy man, you never fell down with him

and if you do, he’ll cheer you up like nobody else can, even your team mate 

he always here to give you advices if you need 

but he also loves to hear your point about his training and how he can get better

i feel like your better at building your training than him so he likes to do it with you 

he would love to play with you sometimes, outside when the weather is fine with it is the best 

he’s kinda insecure if some people came along and they’re better than him but thats still not his sport so it’s fine 

as long as you enjoy it the fullest he’s the happiest 

if you’re pro and you have to go aboard to play he’s sad ngl, he misses you a lot

tries to call you everyday 

he’s the happiest honestly, he just likes being able to talk about sport freely whithout sounding nerdy

[cigarettesaftersae]

cream puff -‘๑’-

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: shidou ryusei x f!reader | contains : fluff, (slight)angst, a bit suggestive(its shidou.), highschool au, troublemaker shidou, reader loves baking, spring :P, warning is shidou

Dear diary, today was strange, life is strange because why did Shidou Ryusei give me a milk box?

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01: cherry blossoms 02: milk box 03: this spring 04: spring snow 05: cookies cupcakes and cheesecakes 06: spring festival

[luvingshidou]

shidou reuniting with s/o after training overseas . . . ♡

YESSSSSZSSZZXZZZ🤞🤞🤞🤞 THANK U ANONNNN

ᯓᡣ𐭩 RECONNECTED.

shidou ryusei x fem!! reader

synopsis: shidou seeing you again after training overseas for football

warnings: fem pov, shidou.

probz ooc

3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 35 minutes, and 52 seconds since Shidou saw you last. It was too long without you he felt like he had tripled in age every minute at those excruciatingly long day without out you. Fuck he was having literally withdraws. He NEEDED to see you NOW. But no, he had to wait on the plane only 30 minutes till he landed. It was almost tempting to jump out the plane and parachute his way down. His teammates were concerned. Shidou looked almost depressed, his teammates heard everything thing about you, even the more intimate details, but they still didn't expect Shidou to look so sad.

The blonde haired 'demon' laid in the luxurious business class seat, letting out a sigh probably so someone would as him what was wrong, just so he could yap continously about you, but his teammates new better. Unfortunately, his phone died, so he couldn't blow up your phone with text messages, he felt fucking helpless. God, couldn't the plane go any fucking slower???

Luckily, as soon as they landed after a lifetime, Shidou dashed off the plane at the speed of life. He sprinted, running through the boarding bridge, probably scaring the flight attendants in the process. He ran to the baggage reclaim, praying that his bag would hurry the fuck up. As soon as he saw his bag coming around the covervelt he dived for it, grabbing it and the running over to the main terminal. Thank the heavens it wasn't busy. He got out and looked everywhere for you like a lost puppy, that when he saw you facing away from him.

He dashed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, chuckling slightly as you let out a yelp of suprise, a wide grin adorned on his face as he spun you around to face him. He didn't waste any time, cupping your cheeks in his hand as he smashed his lips against yours immediately sticking his tongue practically down your throat. After a couple minutes of making out in an almost empty airport, he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"I missed ya so fuckin' much, Princess." He says, his grin as wide as ever. His hand wrapped around your waist so he could be as close to you as humanly possible.

"Missed you too, Ryu." You say, giggling slightly as the 6 foot 1 striker cuddled you like a love sick teenager.

"Let's go home, yeah??? We gonna cuddle for the rest of the day." Shidou says, picking you up in his arms while also carrying his luggage. God only you could make him like this.

back at again bitches!!! send more reqs NOWWW ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

[vrmxlho]

Helloo can u please do shidou bf texts, if it's alright ? Thanks a lot:D

[hydrobunny]

waiting for you to be waiting below

tags: fluff, established relationship

a/n: hi guys long time no see hahaha turns out I only write well once school is in session !! for my two requests that have been waiting for like six months I'm so sorry

“you’re being stupid,” you say for the millionth time that evening. . “i’ve shown you how to do it like, thirteen times.”

shidou ryusei frowns at you, four strands of colored thread hanging limply from his fingers. “maybe you’re just not a very good teacher.”

and you can feel your eye start to twitch. honestly, it was your own fault at this point. why did you ever think that your loud, very easily distracted, and impulsive boyfriend could ever sit still long enough to make a bracelet?

“fine,” you snap out, reaching over the pile of discarded scraps of string and beads to take the thread away from shidou. “you don’t have to do it, then.” 

his grip instantly tightens, and the two of you are caught in an awkward and silent tug of war.  you’re well aware that he could win at any point, what with his athlete strength and experience in fighting.

 it doesn’t stop you from pulling harder. and shidou has the audacity and not enough shame that he starts grinning, revealing white teeth. 

and then he lets go. you jolt backwards at the sudden lack of resistance, ass landing onto your carpeted floor. shidou cackles, head bobbing like a maniac.

you feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment, and then you’re jumping up to your feet. “fine. fuck you too!”

he doesn’t stop laughing, hot pink irises following your every movement anyway. once your hand reaches the doorknob, his laughter immediately ceases.

“come on, y/n,” he lengthens out the last syllable of your name, amusement apparent in every inch of his face. “don’t leave now! i was just about to get better.”

on another day, you likely would have listened. but today, you’re not feeling it. “go out the front door when you feel like it. or jump out the window again, i don’t really care.” 

the door closes fast, but not fast enough for you to miss shidou’s lips shifting into a frown. 

you take the stairs down to your living room two at a time, hand gripping onto the banister with just a little too much strength at times. 

you’re in front of the tv within five minutes, some shitty reality show acting as a slightly worthwhile distraction for the time being. you can hear your boyfriend thumping around above your head, and a slight pang of worry reaches your stomach. 

but hey, you did tell him to leave. shidou’s not your issue for the rest of today. maybe you’ll apologize tomorrow, once that twitch in your eye goes away for good. maybe you won’t. 

the show flashes to an all too familiar advertisement. blue lock tv is popular enough without the need for a constant stream of ads, but it hasn’t stopped their network from flooding every channel possible with them.

 you can vaguely recognize a few faces from their occasional match with shidou, but you don’t think you could put a name to their face if your life was reliant on it. maybe you should be more interested in the show at this point.

and then your boyfriend’s on the screen, bright yellow and hot pink meshing together in a constant flux of motion as the ball dances to his feet. 

it never gets old, watching him play.

there’s something captivating about it, the way everyone else on the field seems to pale in comparison to shidou ryusei. he commands the attention of the field, forces people to look at him until the crowds cheer his name.

despite yourself, you feel yourself smile.

“man, i looked good here!” 

it’s impressive how you don’t flinch at shidou’s sudden presence. maybe you’ve gotten used to him. 

“i thought you left,” you mutter. 

“and leave you to mope alone?” he leaps over the back of the couch in one easy motion, landing right besides you. “here.”

you turn your head and immediately do a double take. there, nestled in shidou’s large and calloused hand, lays a slightly pitiful bracelet, threads of bright color twined around each other.

“oh.” you say stupidly. you pick it up carefully. 

“it was not easy to tie those knots, you know that?” shidou grins, canines flashing. “stupid little things kept coming undone-”

you tackle him in a hug, arms wrapping around his neck. he jolts in surprise, his own arms reaching around you immediately.

“thank you,” you murmur into the back of his head. “i’m sorry for earlier.”

he laughs, warm breath ghosting by the side of your head. “not the first time i deserved to get yelled at.”

“i’ll wear it forever.”

shidou goes uncharacteristically quiet, if only for a moment.

“your show’s back on.”

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NUMBER — SHIDOU RYUSEI.

✩ — contents ⋮ barista! reader, fluff, very annoying yet very sweet boyfriend shidou agenda <3 he’s so romantic in the most vein popping way <3

shidou loves to bother you at work, it must be his favorite pastime, you think—except now it’s starting to get everyone else at work invested too.

“oh. my. gosh,” you coworker whispers, swatting your arm excitedly, “there’s a guy asking for you—says you made his drink last time.”

“i make a lot of guys drinks,” you shrug.

“yeah but not for guys this cute,” she huffs, “i’m jealous. this is your chance, so don’t ruin it! maybe he’s good in bed too,” she wriggles her brows at you, making you scowl as you roll your eyes.

and then you see it—that mop of blonde hair with those pink ends, and you sigh in exasperation as you walk up to the register.

of course, it’s him.

“hello sir, what can i get for you?” you say monotonously.

“hmm,” shidou grins, tapping his chin as if he’s deeply in thought, “i was just thinking i’d get a drink from a pretty little barista. maybe even a number.”

from the distance, you can see your coworkers stop whatever they’re doing to stare—it’s not like it’s every day that someone this attractive comes in to flirt with a fellow employee. you can just about make out the jealousy in some of their faces and amusement in the others. one thing they all have in common, however, is awe—which you’re not too shocked at, shidou’s admittedly a handsome guy….if you look past how obnoxious he can be, that is.

“what drink would you like?”

“any is fine with me as long as i can get your number as an add on,” he grins, and it’s a wicked grin, really. it’s wide and smug and almost makes him look psychotic. you purse your lips as you shake your head, and distantly, you can hear your earlier coworker groan at your lack of enthusiasm for what you’re sure she’ll later go on to describe as the luckiest experience you’ll ever get.

“that’s not an option we carry here,” you squint, “you must be getting our menu confused for another coffee shop. maybe you should look somewhere else.”

“i don’t know,” he smirks, “i don’t think i’d confuse a pretty face like yours so easily.”

if anyone were to tell you, they’d say shidou ryusei is insufferable. you come to learn this is very true with every possible encounter you have with him, including this one. but there’s something a bit endearing about him, something that’s…dare you say, adorable, despite the way his words are sometimes crass and far from proper. and if the way he’s so persistent for your attention is of any proof, you’d say he’s a pretty determined guy—but you like to see how long you can keep him on his toes.

“i’m sure you say that to all the pretty faces you come across,” you say sarcastically, eyeing him as his smile widens and his eyes glint with amusement.

“nope,” he pops the p as he speaks, “you’re the only one. why, you jealous?”

“you wish,” you snort. “and i can’t give you my number, actually,” you say—and this time, it’s you with a smug grin, catching the eyes of your coworkers as they tilt their heads in confusion, “i have a boyfriend. so i’m afraid it’s simply not possible.”

“oh?” shidou drawls with a raise of his brow, “i bet he’s a loser. bet i could take him in a fight easily. if i win against him, you gotta let me move in with you—how ‘bout that?”

“he is a bit of a loser,” you grin, and anyone could make out the fondness seeping into your voice as your eyes soften at the idea of whoever’s got your heart. “but he’s my loser, so i’m afraid the answers still no.”

“sounds like you love him,” he presses, eyeing you expectantly.

“i don’t know about that one,” you giggle, “he’s still got to prove himself a bit more.”

“that’s harsh,” he hums, “maybe if you gave me your number, i’d prove to be better.”

“sorry, no can do—”

“just give him your number, already!” your coworker cuts you off and huffs, stomping her way over to where you stand. shidou’s got a cheshire grin on his face, eyeing her with that same look of amusement that makes you pinch your nose as you sigh. “you and i both know good and well you don’t have a boyfriend so do yourself a favor and just—”

“and how can you be so sure there’s no boyfriend?” shidou raises his brow.

you try, you really do—but you can’t help but finally crack. it’s a small giggle at first, and then it’s a fit of laughter that makes his eyes soften and his lips quirk into a lopsided beam that’s nothing short of lovesick.

“if you do seem to think there’s a boyfriend in the equation, why pursue someone then?” you coworker raises a brow, arms crossed as she challenges him, “that makes you a jackass, don’t you think?”

“easy,” shidou cackles, leaning in and pressing one, two, three soft pecks to your lips, making everyone gasp as you roll your eyes affectionately, “i’m the boyfriend. sometimes i like to keep the romance alive and fight myself every once in a while.”

“wha—” she’s left speechless, staring at him as she tries to comprehend what he’s just said with her mouth hung. shidou only mocks her opened mouth, and you reach over and swat his shoulder, making him snicker.

“that’s enough, ryu,” you warn—though you don’t sound all that serious. “i’ll be off in ten. are you gonna order anything or just stand there?”

“aw, c’mon baby. ‘course i am,” he pulls out his card, handing it to you, “i’ll take your favorite. you keep it though,” he winks.

“god you’re so annoying,” you mumble, but still, you don’t pull away when he leans for another peck on the lips, even as your coworkers chant a chorus of get a room from the back.

“see you in ten, baby,” he calls over his shoulder, walking off to find himself a seat as he waits for you.

yeah, you think, your coworkers are really going to be invested in this one.

he’s like…so very sweet and in love but in a very annoying and odd way. like he’d vandalize a building to spray paint your initials together in a heart or something

[schrodingers-romy]

You Don’t Gotta Hold Me Down, Baby (I Know How to Sink) [Shidou Ryusei x Reader]

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1800 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Ryusei is used to feeling empty at the end of the day; at least, until he has you.

Warnings: crying, some light depression i think from shidou, kisses, reader and ryusei are both lonely and weird idk what to tell you, no gendered pronouns/terms used for reader, gratuitous petnames, some innuendo but nothing sexual/heated happens

Notes: I read in the character book line where he 'cries at the end of the day when he becomes nothing' and I haven't stopped thinking about it. I sincerely hope it's in character but idk. I love him anyways tho and I had fun writing this <3 Title is a lyric from RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK by Lilyisthatyou.

At the end of the day, Shidou Ryusei becomes nothing.

During the day, lit by the radiance of the sun, he was something. He was in control of his own destiny, a daredevil chasing the high of the next explosion. Whether that explosion came from kicking a soccer ball or kicking some slime’s face in was irrelevant; it was the rush of endorphins it gave him that was important. He was in peak form, the predator at the top of the food chain, devouring the opportunities the world had gifted him, glutting himself on whatever adrenaline high presented itself. But it never lasted; the explosive energy he had faded to nothing at the end of the day, pleasure slipping through his fingers like smoke in the wind, escaping him with the escaping daylight. After sunset, he was left empty, void of any sort of vitality; like a combustion engine with no fuel to light, he was left stiff, and cold, and useless. Forgotten.

He didn't even bother trying to stay up much past sunset, most days. Even with the sun’s lingering warmth rising from the earth during the night, it was always too cold for him, without the light shining on him. He was a photosynthetic organism, relying on sunlight to create his own sustenance in the form of his explosions.

Ryusei liked to think that the faster he went to sleep, the faster he would see the sun again.

It even worked, sometimes.

But sometimes it didn't. Sometimes he lay there for hours, too tired to do anything, and too tired to sleep. It was a bone-deep exhaustion, one that made his joints ache dully, and his eyes stay stuck open, as tears dripped freely down from them onto the thin and faded material of his pillowcase. Those nights, he desperately waited for the sun to return, so he could come back to life. So he could go back to seeking some way to make himself feel. And maybe he would be lucky enough to somehow make his mark on the world, so he would no longer fade from it every night like a mirage.

But he hadn’t made a mark on the world yet. He had yet to make something of himself.

So, at night, Shidou Ryusei would cry as he became nothing.

-

You were both a particular brand of lonely.

Something in the both of you had noticed each other; like calling to like. You were too close for people who had known each other for such a short period of time; it would be concerning, if either of you cared. But you didn’t, so you spent your days attached at the hip. Gorging yourselves on the attention of the other, desperate creatures starved for the acknowledgement and understanding that you had only ever found in each other.

It wasn’t an understanding borne of explicit conversation; the two of you had discussed almost everything under the sun and moon, but you both excelled at skirting the razor’s edge of baring your issues fully. Whether it was because neither of you understood your own mind yourself, or because some sort of animal instinct in you just understood each other without having to spill the gore of your worst feelings, it was unclear. It didn’t really matter, anyways. You were two sides of the same corroded coin, two pieces of a defective puzzle that could only ever fit together.

-

It was past midnight, and you were exhausted. The noise from the television was nothing more than the canned background hum to Ryusei's presence. The true focus of the scene was his flickering gaze and the hot press of his thighs against yours. You were sitting so close you could nearly count every single one of his numerous blond lashes. The shadows they cast on his cheeks were hypnotizing to you, and you found yourself leaning into him, with a combination of your own sleepiness and the dizzy, floaty sensation you always felt when you were this close to him casting you off balance. You could not help yourself from leaning further in, until you were falling into him. Your cheek landed pressed onto the warmth of his exposed collarbone, where his oversized shirt collar had slipped down to reveal tanned skin. You let out a heavy sigh, nuzzling into him, as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you ever closer to his heated body.

“Tired, babes?” he asked, the uncharacteristic deep, slow tone to his voice betraying his own sleepiness.  

“Mhmm hmm,” you mumbled. “Too tired to go home. I’m staying here tonight.”

With anyone else, you wouldn’t have been so bold as to invite yourself to stay the night for the first time. But everything was different with Ryusei. You could be as bold as you wanted, take what you wanted, without fear of ridicule or rejection or anger. He would just give you a particular feral grin, when you asserted yourself, that made you feel confident and on top of the world.

It’s only because you’re so close that you felt the slight hitch in his breath. He covered it nearly seamlessly with his usual attitude. “Of course! I’d love to have you spend the night with me, sexy~”

You nipped lightly at his collar bone, chastising. “Just sleeping, Ryu, no innuendo intended.”

“Aww, how can you say that, after putting your teeth on me,” he whined, teasing. “You know that gets me going, sugar…”

“I want you to get going. To sleep,” you retorted. “I’m tiredddd.” You let your voice trail into a childish whine.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Ryusei shifted, sliding one arm underneath your thighs and one behind your back to lift you up into a bridal carry. “Do I have Your Highness’s permission to take you to bed? I promise not to have my wicked way with you there. Knight’s honor.”

“Ah, why would I not trust my most loyal knight? Take me away, good sir.”

Ryusei grinned wide enough to show gums, before carrying you out of the living room with surprising gentleness.

(Though it wasn’t entirely surprising, to you.)

-

The room was dark, aside from the weak, silvered light of the moon and stars that leaked from Ryusei’s uncovered window. It was just bright enough for you to see the faintest details of his face.

He looked softer, hair down, kohl washed away, venomous pink eyes half-lidded; a sort of physical representation of how he bared himself to you. You were compelled to pull him closer to you, until you could bury your face into his product-free hair. You let out a contented hum at feeling the abnormal silkiness of it.

You were so comfortable; you felt like you were melting into the mattress. It had been forever since you had gone to sleep feeling so relaxed (and safe, and not alone); you couldn’t be blamed for nearly drifting off the second you laid down with Ryusei in your arms.

You were almost gone, slipping into dreamland by the pull of the gentle hands of Morpheus, when you felt Ryusei begin to tremble in your arms.

It was like a switch had been flipped, removing sleep from the edges of your mind like the swipe of an eraser on a chalkboard. You were immediately focused on him.

“Ryusei? Are you okay?” you whispered, a sliver of panic slipping into your voice.

You could feel him shaking slightly in your hold, arms wrapped in a vice grip around you, face pressed tightly into your neck, hiding his expression from you. You felt a drip of wetness fall onto your skin and slip down.

He was crying.

“Baby,” you murmured, hugging his lax body even closer to yours, like you could tuck him away into your ribcage, safe and sound. “Ryu, darling, what’s wrong?” You felt off-balance, perhaps for the first time since you had met. Your understanding did not extend to this, not when he had so carefully pirouetted around any true pain he felt when you talked.

He gripped you tighter for a moment, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, before he relaxed his hold. “Nothin’s wrong.” He lifted his head to look at you.

The tear trails on his face were lit up like liquid drips of mercury in the moonlight. But he didn’t look devastated, as you expected; instead, he had the smallest, softest smile you had ever seen him wear. Even in the half-light, his gaze was soaked in so much affection, he looked love-drunk. It rendered you speechless.

“Y’know,” he laughed wetly, “I usually cry, at night. When I become nothing.” He took a deep, shuddering breath.

You lifted one hand to his face, wiping away the fresh flow of tears that leaked from his glittering eyes. Your eyebrows were creased, a pang going through your heart at his words.

But he wasn’t done, pausing only to nuzzle his cheek further into your hand, like a housecat. “Still cryin’, tonight, but I’m not sad. Y’see babes? I’m not sad. I don’t feel like nothing, I feel happy. Happy tears, sweetheart, just cause tonight I’m with you.” He giggled, hiccupping slightly as his laughter caught on the tears still welling up.

You gaped at Ryusei for a moment, before you yanked him into a kiss. It wasn’t the best kiss ever, still wet with his tears, barely more than a firm press of mouths together before you release him.

He grinned at you for a moment, before dropping back down onto you, boneless. “I feel drunk. Like I’m high. Crossfaded. On you, babe!~” he blabbered, sing-song. “It’s not an explosion, it’s a bonfire inside of me! Shit, this might be better than playing. Or fighting. I might even be a little horny right now, I can’t tell.”

“God, you’re so weird, Ryu.” You punctuated your statement with a firm kiss to his forehead, making an exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound that drew a giggle from the man on top of you. “I love you. I’m gonna be with you forever. I’ll move in, and we’ll sleep together every night, you’ll never feel like nothing again.”

“Maybe I AM horny…horny off of love…emotionally horny?” he rambled. “Fuck, I don’t know, babe, but I love you too, and I’m never gonna let your pretty ass go now, y’hear?”

“Perfect. We’ll become one organism. Symbiosis. Like lichen,” you breathed.

Ryusei let out a lovesick sigh. “Love it when you talk sexy to me.”

You felt one of his hands drift down to squeeze one of your ass cheeks.

You let out an exasperated, but fond sigh. “Ryusei. Go to sleep.”

“Okay honey~” he said, letting out a little giggle into your collarbone.

(And for the first time in years, neither of you fell asleep feeling empty, or lonely; and you would wake up to find joy in the sunrise together.)

[koenigami]

tags : fem!reader, fluff, comfort, mentions of anxiety, suggestive, cw shidou ryusei

It’s just another press conference. Just another few journalists shooting questions at you and your team, but mostly you. You stiffly lean back into your chair and watch as more and more people gather in the room. Cameras are being set up, microphones everywhere, more cameras, more people. Some are already taking pictures, and the incessant flashes blind you. 

You sigh when you feel something warm engulf the hands in your lap. Whether it is because you’ve been way too deep in your own head, or because SHIDOU for once decided to opt for a humble appearance, you haven’t noticed him take a seat beside you until his hand found yours. 

“They weren’t even shaking that much the first time you wrapped them around my big-” 

“I swear to god, if you finish that sentence, these hands are going to be wrapped around your damn throat.” you grit and eye him from the side, the light of the flashes casting shades along his perfect side profile.

“It’s not like that hasn’t happened before either.” He grins at the disturbed expression on your face, and the unusually soft chuckle he lets out seems to alleviate some of the pressure on your chest. You free yourself from his grasp and huff, seemingly annoyed, but the silence that settles between the both of you is a comfortable one. 

With a lazy, almost bored look on his face, Shidou watches you as you busy yourself with the bottle of water on the desk in front of you. Your finger mindlessly traces the brand name on the packaging, while the loud buzz and whir of people slowly seems to settle down. Journalists and entire reporting teams are gathered in front of his soccer team, impatiently waiting for the start of the conference to be pronounced. 

So many gazes are already averted towards the star player Shidou Ryusei, and yet all he can see is you. All he wants to see is you because all these fancy schmancy interviews, marketing formalities and conferences- He couldn’t care less about all of it. As long as he can play soccer the way he wants to, he guesses he can accept the fact that he has to entertain these lowlife puppets. 

As one of the puppets eventually asks you their first question, Shidou nonchalantly leans back in his seat with his legs wide spread as if he was on his couch at home. His knee touches yours under the table, successfully gaining your attention and he hums satisfiedly when you accept the open hand that he has splayed out on his thigh in a silent offer. 

With your fingers interlaced with his, you redirect your attention to the public in front of you, and speak so clearly and steadily like you always do once your initial uneasiness fades away. And once the journalists move on to the team’s coach, Shidou softly squeezes your hand. You did good. Two squeezes from you. Thank you.

And he’s convinced that all he needs is soccer and you.

[satrs]

blue lock boys you think would be exes who do everything to try to get you back? to add on they’re your baby daddy so they have a reason to see you and speak to you.

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ hiiii nonnie! thx for the request! I got some boys in mind, and the first one that I could picture was Shidou LMAOOO

also, I didn't specify the child's gender, so you can fill it in for yourself^^

Still Your Best

FEATURING; ITOSHI RIN. BACHIRA MEGURU. SHIDOU RYUSEI. RAICHI JINGO. MIKAGE REO. NESS ALEXIS.

TAGS; suggestive content. MDNI!. mention of sex. mention of kids. angst. hurt to comfort. some crazy/toxic guys. nicknames(baby, princess).

WORDCOUNT;

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

ITOSHI RIN.

He would never directly admit that he wants you back but find excuses, your child for example.

It was true that he visited your place to see his child more, spend time with them, and be as good of a father as he could be. But, he wouldn't miss taking this as an opportunity to get near you. Even if that meant doing it the harsh way.

"Rin? You already had your time with-" "I'm their father, Y/N. You can't stop me from interacting with them." "Rin, look. I'm tired of you just showing up at my doorstep unannounced and-" You sighed, too tired and not in the mood to fight with him or alarm the neighbors to feed them any gossip, so you step aside, motioning him to enter your home.

He stood in the living room awkwardly, scanning the apartment for his little one - no where in sight. " already in bed." You cleared up his confusion, throwing yourself on the couch with an exhausted sigh, "That desperate to see them? Go wake them up. But you'll take care of them then."

He didn't respond, causing you to look up at him in suspicion as he sat beside you on the couch, an unreadable expression on his face as he breathed out, searching for the right words. "If it's about that same topic, then drop it." He sighed at your reaction, a pleading look on his face. "Just hear me out for a second." You stay silent, waiting for him to continue, averting your gaze to anywhere but him. "I've been telling you this for some time now and I think it's time for you to consider it."

You eyed him before averting your gaze around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. You know what he meant. He was laying in your ears with that stuff since both of you separated. "We should try it again. For the little one." Yes, for them. But also for you. He can't deal with this 'still friends for the child' - bullshit. He wants you back in his arms with his child- be the happy family you once were.

"For the child," you reminded, repeating his words as you looked at him, a promising look on your face. His heartfelt smile startled you for a second, reminded of your happy years with him floading your mind and maybe another try wouldn't hurt.

"Yes, for the child. And for us."

BACHIRA MEGURU.

"Why don't you go play for a bit, hm? Me and Mommy have to talk." You turned at the man at that, unsure of what he meant, a raised eyebrow accompanying your confusion.

Once your child disappeared into their room, you eyed him in suspicion, waiting for him to clear the fog. "So, you got a boyfriend now, hm?" Your heart sank in realization, you child must have likely babbled it away to him. "And what about it?"

He chuckled at that, shaking his head in a scolding manner. "Y/N, a new man in our child’s life would be confusing. I think it's really selfish of you to-" "No, I don't think so. But you know what I think? I think you're just jealous that I moved on." You intervined, ready to walk off until his words rang your ear. "Yes, I am. You can't just 'move on'. That's not how it works, baby."

You flashed him a look of disbelief. "Yes, I can, as you can see." You walked off the scene, only to hear footsteps right behind you. "You sure as hell didn't. He's just a playdate to you. He could never replace me, and you know that damn well."

You stood still, tint of guilt filling your stomach because he was right - you've never and will never find anyone that could replace the hole Bachira left in your heart, your lips formed into a thin line as you turned around to get a good look at him.

A smile crept its way up to his lips at that, his feet moving on their own as he stood before you, taking your head in his hands. "But I'm here, you know. We can try again."

You looked up at him, eyes sparking with hope. "Are you serious?"

"I'm always serious about you, baby." He caressed your cheek with adoration, his eyes showing nothing but love for you.

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

"Where's (child's name)?" You questioned, impatiently tapping your feet to the ground, arms crossed in front of Shidou's doorstep. He returned a smug grin at that, leaning against the doorframe, shamelessly looking you up and down. "Went out clubbing baby? You look gorgeous, as always."

You roll your eyes at his statement, waiting for him to answer you - to no avail. Finally, your patience snapped, face adored by an irritated expression. "Can I come in?" You motioned at the door in a sarcastic manner.

"But of course, princess." He stepped aside, grin only growing bigger as he animated you to come in, quick to steal a quick peak at your behind. “So, did you had fun?” He tried to stirr up a conversation to keep you with him for a bit longer.

You ignored him, walking around the house in search of your child. “Where-“

“Asleep.” He answered quickly, smirk on his face never wavering. “You knew that I’d come to pick them up.”

He chuckled at that, nonchalantly walking into the kitchen to get you your favorite drink (he remembered every detail of you, even so small) “C’mon, make yourself at home.”

You scoffed at his sarcastic voice. ‘Make yourself at home’. What a bummer. This was your home some time ago.

“What do you want?” You asked as he sat beside you, waving the drink he offered off. “Why don’t you relax a bit? It’s not like we’re strangers.” He shrugged your decline off, drowning his own drink down. “Also,” his face twisted at the aftermath of his quick gulp down, “it’s to late for you to drive home with my child at this hour anyways, can’t allow that.”

You understood what he was getting at, taking the drink in hand as you prepared yourself for the night. He took note of that, triumphant grin on his face as he poured himself more of it, bumping his glass against yours. Tonight will be the night you’ll get back to him, he was sure of it.

“Now that’s the spirit, baby. Cheers. To us.”

RAICHI JINGO.

He is desperate for you but has no better idea of winning you back than seducing you into bed with him, covering his intentions up with 'I'm the only one who makes you feel good or 'Just some stress relieve, nothing else'. But little did he know that those actions would bite him in the ass one day.

"Stop this? But why?", he sat up straight from his side of the bed, eyeing you as you put on your clothes. "Don't you feel good? Because I know that I do. It's just like back then."

You sighed at that, throwing on your shirt as you looked at him. "That's the problem. You don't see this as just some pastime, do you?" He didn't say anything, lips forming a thin line. "That's what I thought."

He sprung to his feet and jumped into his boxers and shirt swiftly once you made your way out of the door. "Wait, can we at least talk about it?" You waved him off, stepping into your shoes at the doorstep, ready to throw on your jacket and leave. "I gotta pick our child up now. Got no time for chit-chat-"

He snatched your keys from your hand, ignoring your bickering as he stepped into his shoes himself, opening the door to head over to your car. "Raichi you're in fucking boxers! Are you out of your damn mind?"

Your curses fell on deaf ears as he sat in the driver's seat, waiting for you to enter the car. "Now we can talk and pick them up. Two birds with one stone."

You mumbled curses under your breath but seated yourself either way because, if you were being honest, you were kind of curious about what he had to say.

"What the hell do you want to talk about?" You spat, earning a chuckle from the man as he drove off on the street. "I want us again, Y/N," he said after stopping at a red light. "Raichi, but you got me. Not how you wish to be but still-" You silenced yourself once his hand comfortably rested on your thigh, innocent gaze on the road ahead.

You sighed, lingering in the comfortable silence. You knew how he was never really good with words, even back when the both of you were still together. So you let the silence speak for itself, dwelling in his touch.

Maybe you should hear him out for real this time, he got out in boxers for you after all, that's a story to tell.

MIKAGE REO.

He tried anything in his power - beg, shower you and your child with gifts- expensive ones at that- trips, and anything else you could think about. And even tho you waved him off every single time, he didn't lose hope and kept on trying. You were his treasure after all.

"Look, baby! I got you some toys." Your child reached out their hands for their father, a beaming smile on their face. "Enough, Reo." Your voice interrupted the joyful moment, bringing him back to reality.

"What's all this for?" You motioned around the room, various expensive gifts for you and the little child. "Do you think I'll just jump back into your arms if you buy me stuff?" His silence was answer enough for you as you let out a scoff, turning to gather all of his gifts into a bag, and shoving it into his hand right after. "Go fuck yourself and your gifts."

He ignored your venomous words, dropping the bag to the ground as his hand swiftly grabed you by the back of your neck, smashing his lips against yours with passion.

You were taken aback, gasping into his mouth as you returned the gesture momentarily before tearing yourself away from his grasp, ready to let the curses fall.

"Mommy and Daddy are back together!" Your childe cheered on, clapping their hands together with joy. Your head snapped into your offspring's direction, about to clear the confusion, but Reo beat you to it.

"Yup!," He threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer with a bright smile on his face. "Daddy will stay the night today, what do you say?" He threw the question into the room, eyeing you.

You desperatly wanted to decline, but the way your child's eyes sparkled in pure excitement and joy caused you to give into the offer, agreeing in defeat.

The little childe jumped up in joy while Reo began to pepper your face with kisses. Your expression was bitter but deep down, you enjoyed his touch and affection.

Just for tonight, you said to yourself, then it'll be back to how we were yesterday.

Yesterday? Oh no, it'll be back to how you used to be.

NESS ALEXIS.

He couldn't take it anymore. You and your child- the only people he adored and loved so much away from him. It's been months since you put an end to your relationship and he is suffering from the consequences.

"Y/N, please." You ignored him, taking your small child from his arms, flashing your little bundle of sunshine a bright smile. "C'mon let's go home, yeah? Mommy already-"

"Y/N." He took your unoccupied arm in his hold, a sigh of relief filling him once you finally turn your attention towards him. "You can beg as much as you want, Ness. When will you finally understand that there is no us anymore?"

"Never.", he replied, "We belong with each other, don't you get it?" A crazed look on his face as he followed you behind to your car. You seated your child in the child seat before giving your offspring a toy to get their focus away from what was happening.

"You're crazy." "Crazy over you." You sighed, turning around with crossed arms. "Can you give it a rest?" "Not until I have you back in my arms." You let out a laugh in disbelief, hopping in the driver's seat and about to slam the door, only for him to stop you from doing so.

"Just this once," He whispered, for only you to hear, "Just hear me out this once. Let me come over and talk about this- about us. I miss you." Your expression softened, an exhausted sigh leaving your lips as you rubbed your temple. "Alright. But don't get your hopes up. I'm alone at ten tomorrow. You can come over then."

A triumphant smile played across his lips as he bid his goodbye to the both of you and you swore you saw him do an attempt of an air jump as he happily stepped back into the house.

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[unluckilyimnot]

Making the bed

Shidou Ruysei x reader | hurt to comfort

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Note : I did this for my bestie and I felt like sharing with you ! Not my best I think but I hope you like it !

Rolling to lay on your back, you pulled the cover over your naked body. Sore by the night you just had, you whined at the pain in your lower back. Next to you, Shidou was putting his boxer on, your gaze lingering on the love marks left on his back before he lays down next to you again. 

His face hit the pillow and he sighs in it. You two stay silent for a while, catching your breath, admiring the other one laying beside. It was a good night. 

"That was cool, thank you." You said quietly, not expecting an answer. He was the one who called you after all, because he needed to forget about his day, he said. You didn't know what happened, and you didn't dare asking either. His life is a mess, you know it. That's enough to say yes to a one night stand - even if you stopped counting how many times it happened. 

He didn't answer, probably lost in his twisted mind before another sigh left his lips. "I wish I could just let her go." he confessed, turning away from you, his back facing you now. You were caught off guard.

"Who ?" 

"My mom." 

"Oh." Sadly you didn't find anything better to answer. You just know it's complicated and that he never talks about it. 

"It's just... so annoying. She's on my back all the time now so I don't do stupid shit but it's already too late for that." He agreed with himself. "She didn't care for years. Why is she trying to make it up now..."

"Maybe she misses you," you tried, not sure what to say or what he needs to hear. But you had to try. 

"After hitting me and kicking me out of her house ? No thanks. I don't wanna have to do anything with her." 

Your jaw dropped a little but you composed yourself quickly, gulping difficulty. You never imagined it was that bad. It was only fair for him to not want to reach out. Yet he talked to her again ? 

"But she needs help, you see. She’s still taking drugs, I can't help but want to try even if she's still a bitch with me." He whined, taking his head in his hand. 

Moving closer to him, you took his bigger body into your arms. He tensed up at your touch, not used to being vulnerable around people and even less to people trying to comfort him. You just didn't want to talk, knowing he wouldn't care and kinda guessing that wasn't what he needed too. 

He never felt so small in your arms, making you feel strange. It was new for you but you were ready to stay by his side whenever he needed it.

"I get that. I'm sorry, Ryusei. I'm always there for you, you know." you pause, pounding if you should say it or not. 

"Even if it's just to talk." 

None of you talked after that, not a sound could be heard and the annoying buzzing of your old charger never seemed so loud.

He suddenly pushed your arm away, making you think he had enough of you tonight, before he sneaked around into your arms again. His face is buried in your chest. Your eyes widened but you didn't say anything, holding him closer to you.

"I'd like that." He said in a whisper, already half asleep in the coziness of your warmth.