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[rottiens]

GUYS???1! JDFDJHFBDJ BABY ISAGI, PLS HOLD MY HAND RN.

[kissagii]

@bakerysnake

Zunko's catboys ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

[suosage]

The match is three weeks from now. The U-20 Japan team, led by Itoshi Sae, vs the Blue Lock Eleven. If you win, you can steal the right to represent Japan. And if you lose, Blue Lock will be destroyed.

BLUE LOCK 2nd Season: Blue Lock vs U-20 Japan 05.10.2024

[cowleyes]

i think im gonna lose it, wanna watch me do it?

[victim-of-subtraction]

what rin and Nagi see daily

[merlucide]

I need their reaction of you being pregnant (Like fr, not a prank) and adding Loki and Noa’s reaction 😻

BLLK BOYS REACTION TO YOU BEING PREGNANT

notes: okie dokie, I put my back into this so I hope it’s okay 😭

Characters: !!Aged up!! Rin, Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Otoya, Loki, Noa

warnings:

ITOSHI RIN

when you said the words “I’m pregnant” he couldn’t breathe. The weight of the moment settled around him. The silence stretched out before he finally managed to look up, his eyes wide with a mix of emotions. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The uncertainty in his tone made it unclear whether he was overwhelmed with joy or cloaked in disappointment. You could only nod, your heart pounds heavily as you wait for what he’ll say next. 

He closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. He passionately kissed you, his lips smashed against yours as your eyes fluttered shut.

Pulling back just enough to see your face, Rin cradled your cheeks in his hands, his touch tender. Your foreheads leaning against each other, a small, awestruck smile playing on his lips. "We...we're going to be parents," he murmured, the reality of the words sinking in, filling him with a profound happiness. “We are going to be parents.” He confirmed looking into your eyes. You smiled brightly at him “Yes, Rin, we are”. He held you so tightly in his arms whispering over and over again “We’re going to be parents.” <3

ISAGI YOICHI

He had just returned from practice, rummaging through the fridge for something to snack on. "Hey babe, how about takeout tonight?" he called out, glancing over for your response. However, he froze, completely unprepared for the sight of you holding a pregnancy test. His eyes flicked from the test back to your face, you bit your lip to attempt to suppress your smile. "No way," he gasped, his hands dropping from the fridge door as he rushed over to stand just inches away from you.

He stared at the pregnancy test, his mouth open in shock. "No way, no way, no way!" His whisper escalated into a joyful laugh. Grasping your hands, he shook his head, speechless with happiness. "A baby?" he finally managed to ask.

"A baby," you confirmed, smiling brightly.

His laughter filled the room as he lifted you into a twirl, holding you close. As you both laughed together, he hugged you tightly, planting kisses on your shoulder. "I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated, his voice full of emotion. <3

BACHIRA MEGURU

You had been anxiously waiting for just the right moment to share your big news with Meguru. The topic of starting a family had come up between you two before, but the reality of it happening so soon had you kinda freaking out. Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when Meguru burst through the bedroom door holding your pregnancy test, his face lit up with an enormous grin.

He leapt towards you in his excitement, and the two of you tumbled onto the bed, laughing amidst the chaos. "Oh my god, Y/N! Are you seriously pregnant?!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and sheer delight.

You whispered a ‘yes’, overwhelmed by his reaction and the joy in his eyes. Meguru's laughter filled the room, his happiness infectious. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "This is amazing, Y/N! I can't believe we're going to have a baby!" He kissed all over you face again and again and again. “I’m gonna be a daddy!” He exclaimed gripping onto you “And you’re gonna be a mommy!” You smiled at him so relieved at his reaction. “Oh my god I have to tell mom!!” He looked around the room. “Y/N I love you, I love you so so much.” <3

MIKAGE REO

Reo was lounging on the couch, watching an old biography on TV when you approached, holding a bag. "I have something for you" you said, catching his attention. 

He flashed a playful grin. "Aw, baby, you don't need to spoil me, that's my job" he chuckled.

"I know, but I think you'll really like this" you replied, sitting next to him and handing him the bag. Curious, Reo reached inside and pulled out a yellow onesie. He turned it over in his hands, puzzled at first as he tried to understand the significance of the gift. Suddenly, realization dawned on him, and his mouth dropped open.

"No way...”

With an enormous smile, you threw your arms up. "I'm pregnant!"

The shock on Reo's face quickly transformed into unmistakable joy. He leaped up from the couch, sweeping you into his arms with such enthusiasm that both of you nearly fell over. Laughing, he steadied himself and then hugged you tightly, spinning you around the room.

"I can't believe it- we-we're going to be parents!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. He set you down gently but kept you close, his eyes gleaming with happiness. "Thank you Y/N. You continue to make me the happiest man in the world”he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then one to your lips. <3

OTOYA EITA

You had been avoiding bringing up that you were pregnant, unsure of how he’d react. Eita had just comeback from his run, his face still flushed from it, as he took a swig of water you approached him.

As he wiped his brow with the back of his hand, you blurted out, "I'm pregnant." 

The water he was drinking went down the wrong pipe, and Eita violently choked, sputtering as he set the bottle down. He looked up at you, eyes wide, as he coughed. "Are you kidding?" he  asked, once he regained his composure.

You shook your head, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "No, I'm not kidding. It's for real"

For a moment, Eita just stared, the gears visibly turning in his head as he processed the news. Then a blank expression spread across his face. "Pffft, Wow….. like- wow… like for real?” You nodded slowly “…shit okay- damn, shit wow- that's—wow, we're gonna have a tiny human?!" he rambled, his voice a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

He stumbled over to where you were standing, still a bit awkward from his run and now this huge news. With a shaky laugh, he wrapped you in a sweaty but sincere hug. "This is awesome, shit- I mean, I am totally not ready, —oh wow, this is actually happened. Shit uh, I’m so happy" he finished his word vomit, he began laughing, which kinda shocked you. You began laughing with him, voices mingling together, as he kissed the top of your head. “Okay well damn, I guess we’re doing this. This will be interesting”<3

LOKI JULIANN

You softly exhaled as you approached Juliann, who was absorbed in paperwork at the dinner table after recently signing with a new soccer league. “Juliann…? Do you have a quick sec?” you asked, your gaze shifting between him and the stack of papers.

“Of course, mon amour, what is it?” he responded, setting his pen down and giving you his full attention.

You sat down across from him and gently took his hands, releasing a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant” you told him, the words almost a whisper.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mouth falling open slightly. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice unsteady.

“Yes,” you confirmed, a smile beginning to form on your lips.

“No prank? For real?” he pressed, still grappling with the sudden news.

“Yes, for real,” you confirmed, the smile now fully blooming.

He shook his head in disbelief and blinked a few times, then suddenly stood, pulling you into his arms. He lifted you off the ground in a tight hug. “Oh my god, mon amour, oh my god” he exclaimed, setting you down only to cup your face and kiss you passionately.

“We are having a child,” he said with a shaky laugh, his eyes gleaming with happiness. “You will be such an incredible mother, chérie, I know it.” <3

NOA NOEL

You've been feeling terrible for the past few days, struggling with vomiting, overwhelming fatigue, and severe headaches. Finally, you decided to see a doctor to find out what was wrong. Although you insisted it wasn't necessary, Noel wanted to accompany you to the hospital. He ended up waiting in the car while you went inside for your appointment. The doctors examined you, asked you a series of questions, and conducted some tests. It was the blood test that revealed the reason for your illness. You were pregnant.

When you returned to the car, where Noel was waiting, you slid into the seat, your hands nervously clasped together. "What did they say?" Noel asked, his orange eyes searching your face. "I, I—um," you began, taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant." His eyes widened, and his expression turned blank as he processed the news, his mouth hanging open slightly. After a moment, he blinked and spoke softly, "...a child?"

You turned to look at him, trying to guess what he’s thinking. "Wow," he exhaled. "We're having a baby?" he asked for confirmation. "Yeah," you replied quietly, biting your lip. "That's amazing, Y/N," he said, taking your hands in his. "Are you happy?" he asked cautiously. "Yeah, I am," you replied with a smile. "Me too, mon chérie, me too," he responded, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I can’t wait to see what this chapter holds for us." <3

bro I freaking hate Otoya’s and Noa’s 🙁 Otoya is so ooc bro sorry u had to read that -AND ALSO, I was fighting demons to make Noa say “mein leibling” but the poll voted against it 😔

made April 28th 2024

[alexiswritergirl]

“I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

“I think I’m in love with my best friend.” He utters.

Of all the things he could’ve predicted, loving you wasn’t what he anticipated. He doesn’t know how it happened or why it happened, but this sudden moment of epiphany set off a slew of thoughts. 

He tossed and turned his body constantly, completely sprawled in bed to forget about those bubbling feelings to find some rest; however, those underlying thoughts of you flooded his mind, like a ferocious tsunami. 

He never imagined a simple friendship with you could grow into him being utterly infatuated with you. Admittedly, you’re kind, strong, smart, and even beautiful, but you are just a friend, and it would never work out.  He’s too difficult for anyone to handle; hell, he can barely handle himself at times and he knows he can be a jerk. But the more his brain tries to rationalize his feelings, the more his heart takes the lead. 

He couldn’t stop the wave of “whys” and “hows” from washing over his clouded mind. What was it that made him feel this way? Was it the way you smile so happily or how contagious your laugh is? Was it the way you talk so passionately or how your eyes light up whenever something even remotely sparks your interest? Whatever it may be, he sees you differently: more than a friend, more than a sibling, more than just someone. He sees you. 

And now, he feels different. It’s all too foreign for him to grasp what’s stirring up inside him, especially when he yearns for something more. It’s like something is urging him to do everything with you, whether it’s something significant or simple, from wanting to travel the world with you to telling you all of his dirty jokes.

He lies in his scrunched sheets and stares at the ceiling, lost in thought, contemplating the “what ifs”. What if it does work out? Maybe, he can love you. But, can you love him too?

He doesn’t know how this new chapter in his life will end, but he knows for certain he wants to start it with you.

RIN, Sae, Oliver, Kaiser, Isagi, Barou, CHIGIRI, RAICHI, Karasu, Hirori, Tokimitsu, or any of your favs <3

[simplyvyn]

── .✦ small step, big step !

Sypnosis; bllk guys with a ballerina lover. <3

Multicharacter drabble: rin, isagi, bachira, nagi, reo

RIN ITOSHI

He does not believe it. How come he's only hearing this now? The fact you do ballet? And the fact there wasn't even a single clue. The first (not really) clue was when you shared a post on your profile of your ballet performance last week. And he.. well— stared at it for good about five seconds, till he scrolled through the pictures, comments and even the profile of who posted it. And by now its obvious that you have been doing ballet for a long time.

He mentioned about it when he was helping you make dinner at your apartment. "Hey.. so.. do you.. do ballet?" He questions shyly. Somehow. "Oh yea, yea! Have been for a really long time!" And he just stared at you for a secon till an automatic reply came out his mouth. "How come i did not know about this?" "Well you were busy with soccer, and i was busy supporting you with soccer so..!" You said, while shrugging and cooking fried rice. "Well you can be busy with ballet and i also can be busy supporting you with ballet, right?" He said, while looking at you. "You sure? You're quite devoted with your soccer career y'know." You replied while looking at him for a second. "But I'm devoted to you as well." Rin's automatic reply came out of his mouth once more. "..Alright. You're invited to my next performance then, so you can see how pro i am." You say with a smirk. And rin just deadpan at you.

ISAGI YOICHI

He adores how precious you look. Unlike Rin, he already knew, and its actually how he met you for the first time! It was from social media when he was scrolling, and found a video of your performance and he realized it was you! His classmate! and ever since that, he promised to you and himself, he will keep a streak with your performances.

Practice done, ate lunch done, dolled up (of course) done, and running to the stadium of your next performance. Before entering though, he fixed his hair, fixed his clothes, perfume, mirror and you know the gig. And then he entered and took a seat. He can't believe how gentle you dance at the floor with good balance. It so smooth and calming to watch. Sometimes, whenever watching you, he compares it to how he plays in his own sport. After your performance, you told him to go backstage, after you change. When you did he congratulated you and showered you with compliments. "Hi baby! Great performance today, as usual. And as usual, here, flowers." Throwing you bouquet at your arms, and you smiled at him while pointing at a bench full of flowers and gifts and he already knew where it came from. "It's fine. Yours is the most special, don't worry." Yehey! Isagi reacted.

MEGURU BACHIRA

Wow, this is just beauty and the beast at this point. You, a total beauty. Gently dancing, twirling, and taking small steps! And well! He's there with his own beast, roughly playing, dribbling and running big steps. Yet, with the polar opposite trope. You two still manage to fascinate each other and neither do you wanna stop. But this time, your not lovers yet. But you two definitely look like it.

There was a school ballet performance once again in your school and you were very excited and you were also invited. Hooray! But you're not the only one happy that you're gonna dance. When Bachira heard the news, he was smiling from ear to ear, cheeks with a pink tint, and he can already imagine your performance. Except, its obvious that its his imagination, with the way you look in his imagination. At your performance, when its about to start, you saw that bee-colored hair guy watching you and you tried your best to resist your smile and he waved very excitingly at you. And i mean very. And you waved back. After the performance, and a very tired body, leaving the school, you saw Bachira again and you couldn't control your smile again. As if your body was actually not tired. When Bachira saw you, he ran to you and hugged you while congratulating you. "Your dance was majestic as always! You should dance more! I like how you dance. Its very.. pretty." He said with a gentle smile this time while his hands were on your shoulders. "Definitely will for you." you said with a smile, ear to ear.

NAGI SEISHIRO

Just like Rin, he only found out recently yet already supported you! But yet, its so weird how you're so devoted in this sport. You make sure everything is perfect, smooth and clean. Days before your performances when he wakes up, he sees you doing stretches, yoga, practicing and more. Like, why do you need everything to be perfect, you doing a twirl was already perfect for him? 10000000 points, man!

"Babyyyy its, 6 in the morning, why are you doing pie–lates, early in the morning?" Nagi asked while peaking out from the door as he is in your bedroom. "Only 2 weeks till my next performance, sei. And, dear... Its PI–lates. How do you get high scores in your school?" You say while switching to another position. "The power of Choki of course. Its all by luck." "Yyyaaaa..! Luck..." you say while rolling your eyes. "Enough about these grades. Just go back to bed." He said while getting of the room to pick you up until you spoke. "If you move me from my position, i swear to god—" "Alrighty madam, please dont tie me up in backstage again until your performance is done. You know i hate waiting..." "I DON'T TIE YOU UP? I just push you in the couch and you yourself is the one who doesn't want to stand up!" You barked back. "Potato, tomato. Same thing."

REO MIKAGE

At this point, he is your manager. Makes sure your prepared and good to go on stage! Either way it will be more than worth it since he gets to watch you dance and the fact he's the one who dolls you up, picking your dress, fixing your hair and makeup, and the world sees it. If one is to watch your performance besides this man, they will see him with hearts in his eyes glowing, with a cheeky smile, and blush on his cheeks.

Your next performance is next week. You couldve prepared in the weekends but no... This man needs you to prepare your ballet dress for the whole month! "Let's get this one! Oh this one too! Now lets go buy shoes!" He said like a lightbulb lit up on top of his head. In instinct, he pulls you and the cart to the cashier to pay. Theres at least 3 ballet dresses. So i gues thats okay.. "Next month, we go shopping again, okay?" Nevermind, not okay. "Reo, i dont need all of these, i dont even have space in my apartment for all of these!" "Then i will keep them in stock in my penthouse. Plus you will stay there right?" You were unsure because a part of you was really.. scare of his parents so you just nod gently. "A-are you sure this is okay? Won't your parents cook me ALIVE?" You said while this rich man, grabs the shopping bags for you. Leaving outside. "It's fine~! My parents won't even notice this, dearest! And i bet they'll want to after they see your performance!" THEY? "W-what do you mean see my performance?! I can't even buy them tickets!" "Dont worry, darling, I did! Soo, shoes next?"

Taglist: @koieroeroero

TYSM FOR WAITING SO SO SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT FOR A LONG TIME.. (prioritized my school😓) made sure each part was realistic at least cuz idk ballet much😞

[retroaria]

my first shitty attempt at a thirst. just y’all wait until i get good at these trust in the come up 💯

`౨ৎ~ NSFW BELOW THE CUT MDNI `౨ৎ~

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Sending him nudes during practice and throwing him so far off his game his teammates almost bench him for the day. he got the first notification as soon as he got into the locker room, opening your texts to two photos of you kneeling in front of your bedroom mirror. he recognizes the matching set you have on as one that he got for you recently. the top is holding your tits together nicely, allowing for the perfect amount of cleavage to spill out. the panties cling above your hips, showing them off and hugging tightly you send him two pictures and “Finally got around to trying this on, you’ve got good taste babe ;)”

That wasn’t enough to get him hot and bothered, but it did fluster him, making him already unable to respond to his teammates normally, stuttering all his sentences. you look even better than he imagined you’d look in that set and he can’t erase the image from his mind. just as he’s almost ready for practice, tying the laces of his cleats, he gets another notification. it’s another photo of you in front of the mirror. this time you’re laid out in a far more lewd position, flashing your wet cunt to the mirror where two fingers are fully stuffed into your tight hole. he inhales sharply as he looks your body up and down, before reading the message you sent along with it, “Don’t worry, i’ll make sure she stays this wet for you until you get home to take care of it. have fun at practice <3”

He’s hard, having to tuck his boner under the waistband of his loose shorts and pray to god it doesn’t slip out for the whole team to see the tent it would create. He’s sweating, his heart is beating fast, of course that’s because he’s playing football, but the state of his body mixed with the rampant ravenous thoughts he’s having are making him lose his cool. the first time the ball lands in front of him his fight or flight kicks in and he kicks the ball aimlessly, it’s possibly the worst shot of his entire life. he doesn’t even have it in him to care about how far it landed from the goal post or the angry comments his team is spouting at him. not when he knows you’re at home with a perfectly prepped cunt for him to fuck into oblivion. all he has to do is let the time pass until then.

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REO (made this just for him lowkey), nagi, oliver, sendo, karasu, bachira (eh football turns him on too so Idk), isagi, chigiri, raichi

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[rottiens]

shh he's sleeping 😞

[melovrs]

boys whose language of love is gift giving !

he'd buy the stars for u, if u ever so wished, but most days, the gifts will be trinkets or plushies ! he'll write you letters and gift you bouquets on anniversaries, and don't even mention the number of snacks he has in stock for you !!

when he goes on trips, he'll bring his luggage full with charms and local snacks for you ! he sends you pictures of flowers, telling you it reminds him of you <3 he's just the sweetest !!

he's a little smitten, sure, but only for you. all he wants in the world is to see you happy, and you're the happiest when you see his dedication for you <3

(bllk) bachira meguru, alexis ness, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, sendou shuto, (wbk) suo hayato, umemiya hajime, endo yamato (? idk maybe), (hq) sawamura daichi, bokuto kotaro, haiba lev, hinata shoyo, oikawa tooru

[eurydicees]

happy pride month to them and only them

[katasstrophy]

“GOD, I’M SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU.”

3k words -> the bracelet you make isagi ends up becoming his most prized possession, and his lucky charm. afab! reader

miss @yaakultt my dearly beloved several snack runs have been run since i promised to type this up for you many a moons ago but now i’m goddamn here to deliver 😤😤 hope you enjoyed your boba!! now come get your soft (and occasional still feral! 👀) isagi <33

cw: mostly fluff, but sassy isagi does make an appearance. slight suggestive themes. cursing. this is barely proofread we die like men. also the way this was supposed to be short and sweet nah clearly i’m incapable of doing that 💀💀

“you made this? for me?”

there’s a hitch to his voice, as if he needs to push the words through a mesh strainer in his throat - but he prevails, gaze bouncing between your face and the colourful bracelet in your outstretched palms. the cobalt of his eyes glisten with so many stars you’re convinced they sucked in the night sky whole.

under his unrelenting focus, the corners of your lip quirk up into a nervous grin on their own accord. the memories of your amateur craftsmanship are still crisp in your mind like a sheet of freshly fallen snow. you’ve spent embarrassingly long hours on this - gingerly deliberating which colour strings would suit him, then trying your best to make the knots look even and stick to the pattern.

it feels more intimate than you’d thought it would, strangely, gifting him something you dedicated an overflowing amount of time, effort - and so so much genuine, loving care to.   

“yeah! wanted you to have it as a reminder that i’m always cheering you on no matter what, since, ya know, i probably won’t be able to make it to all of your games. i am but one girl, after all.”

isagi goes incredibly still, stunned all the way into next week, mouth agape like a fish suddenly sprung out of water. with your nerves already feeling like they’ve been diced thin in a blender, you immediately jump to the wrong conclusion.

“no pressure for you to wear it, obviously,” you chuckle, but there’s little humour in it when, through this new, panic-induced light, the fumbles and imperfections of your handiwork that you deemed barely noticeable (or at least passable) before now seem to poke your eyes out like a vicious flock of crows.

“it is uh, very very wonky-lookin’ so--”

“no.”

while your relationship with isagi is still in its early stages, you’ve known him long enough by now to learn that wherever soccer’s not concerned, he turns into an absolute sweetheart - a man with an ultimately sincere and kind soul.

he borderline acts like one of those lame, rom-com cliche boyfriends, but you never had the heart to tell him, nor had any real desire for his behaviour to change. not when all of his stupid, cheesy antics make you want to kiss him into a lovesick puddle - a response he’s eager to receive each and every time.

there’s no trace of that endearingness now, however, as his muscled chest falls and crests in waves underneath his sweat-soaked practice shirt, a slight heave to his breathing. his stubborn gaze clings to you still, not having wondered once, so you don’t miss the tendril of assertiveness blazing in his eyes - a little leftover ego from the field he brought home with him today.

“no,” he repeats, and your toes curl, because his voice sounds just as raspy as when he rouses in the morning. “you’re not just a girl, baby. you’re the girl, yeah? my girl.”

isagi offers you his hand, wrist up, finally breaking from his immobile trance.

“let me wear it, please. i want to wear it.”

“okay,” you say, but it’s barely a breath with how parched your throat is from his words.

you gently loop the bracelet around his wrist, double knotting it at his request, “so it doesn’t fall off, babe.” when the excess string is cut off, you watch him, all soft and fond, as he swings his arm around to admire the bracelet from different angles like a giddy kid at christmas testing out a new toy.

you’re about to open your mouth to ask if he likes it when he turns to you in a whirlwind with the biggest grin splitting his cheeks in two.

“i love it. i really, really fucking love it.”

with the wind still knocked out of you from his brilliant smile, you can’t manage more than a mushy “yeah?”

“yeah, baby. you have no idea. thank you.” then you’re swept into his strong arms lined with lean muscle, his forehead salty with sweat buried into your chest, but you welcome it, a laugh bubbling to the surface as he twirls around with you.

in a manner of seconds, isagi has you squished into the couch underneath him, claiming your mouth with a newfound, insatiable fervour, his whispers of “god, i’m so fucking in love with you” between the divine licks of his tongue turning your stomach into something molten - and you wonder if you’re also just a lame girlfriend, wanting to be kissed lovesick by this man - your man.

isagi doesn’t stop being enamoured by the bracelet for weeks to come, constantly stealing glances at it or playing with a loose thread here and there absentmindedly. 

one early morning, when you already miss him without him even having gone to practice, he indulges you for a few more minutes - as he always does when you crave his presence - cupping your pouty cheeks in his large, calloused palms and murmuring sweet nothings into your tussled hair.

you bask in his lingering attention for a while longer before you sigh and resolve yourself to let him go for the day, dipping your chin to press a tender kiss to the inside of his wrist, right where the bracelet lay.

“good luck out there, yoichi. you better score some goals for me.”

you haven’t put much thought into the gesture, but when you wriggle out of his hold, you’re rewarded with the sight of your very lame, very flustered boyfriend trying to garble out some semblance of a response and hide the flush of his ears.

so you keep doing it, watching his bashful blushes transform into delighted hums over time, until it becomes a habit. now whenever you don’t kiss the inside of his wrist in the morning, especially before a game, isagi’s sure to throw a fit, behaving like a moody grouch or an attention-starved child until you give in and smother him in affection.

as the months trickle by, the bracelet starts to lose its initial vibrancy, succumbing to the elements of the outside world and the continuous physical nature of isagi’s career. you remind him multiple times, gently, that you won’t be upset if he decides to cut it off, seeing that it hasn’t only become threadbare, but also a little gross and soggy and smelling just a tinge of his sweat - but he’s adamant.

“y/n, honey, i’m being a 100% serious when i say the only way this bracelet is coming offa me is if it actually physically rots off. not considering any other way, babe.”

and it’s absolutely infuriating, because you know he’s being a cheeky little shit about it, but he’s also so incredibly thoughtful that you’re past the point of kissing him all over into a puddle. you want to devour your stupid perfect boyfriend - and who’s to stop you?

when the soccer off-season finally ends, isagi’s first tournament game takes him overseas, but swamped as you are with your own job requirements, you can’t afford to fly and cheer him on in person. 

you make sure to rush home for the live broadcast, however, flinging your bag and shoes into random corners of your apartment before diving onto the couch and flicking on the TV, just in time for the kickoff. but instead of hearing the shrill blow of the starting whistle, you see one of the refs approach isagi to engage in a heated discussion that he looks less and less happy to be a part of with every passing minute.

there’s no audio provided, so with your eyebrows scrunched together, you try to read their lips in an attempt to discern what the issue could possibly be before the game has even started. then, to your horror, you catch the ref subtly pointing at your boyfriend’s hand, at the bracelet you made him, and realise oh shit. they want him to take it off.

while you haphazardly scramble to find your phone, on an artificially green field several oceans and miles away, isagi spies rin facepalming from the corner of his eyes as the referee moves closer - but he’s prepared, shoulders squared and hellbent on not backing down. 

he’s been proudly showing off your bracelet to his teammates - and whoever else was willing to let him nag their ears off about it - from day one. with how utterly obsessed he was with your lucky charm, he could only smile at the merciless teasing he was subjected to - even if others were less than enthusiastic about the idea of him wearing it.

“waaahh, your girlfriend made this, isagi? that’s so cool! she must really loooooovvee yoouuu,” bachira fake cooed with a shit-eating grin dancing on his lips, fingers too quick for isagi to bat away as he kept incessantly poking his sides during one of their water breaks. while he was still a little sheepish to reveal the origins of his new accessory, isagi was also way too smug not to brag about it to his best friend.

“she does love me, thank you very much. what, you jealous, bachira? hey! you get those freakishly long fingers away from me now or i stop passing to you.”

“boooo, you’re still an awful liar, man. as if you don’t only think about yourself and your own goals, e-go-ist.”

“the only thing that bracelet is is an inconvenience.”

the banter immediately dies down at the harsh words, bachira halting his pinching to begrudgingly climb out of isagi’s personal space and frown at rin.

“come on, rin-chan. i thought my ‘how to be nice’ lessons were starting to pay off.”

“this has nothing to do with ‘being nice’. i’m being realistic.”

over the years, isagi learned how to navigate the vicious waves of rin’s notorious temper, and while he had to admit that the emotionally constipated eyelash emo has gotten considerably better at communication, rin still couldn’t care less about crossing the fucking line. 

isagi has never let much slide when it came to rin’s bullshit, anyway, but insulting something precious to him? insulting you? it made the blood in his veins roar.

“you want to repeat that, itoshi?”

he knew he hit a nerve when rin’s mouth twisted into an ugly scowl.

“i spoke clearly enough, isagi. you know no forms of jewellery are allowed during official games. if not me, then somebody’s gonna make you take off your useless bracelet eventually.”

in the crushing silence stretched thin between them, bachira’s mantra of “say no to violence! say no to violence!” and nagi’s “man, what a pain” went completely ignored. despite the few inches isagi had gained, rin still towered above him, but that didn’t stop him from having the audacity to push himself up against rin’s chest.

“i’d like to see them try,” isagi clapped back. “i’m not the slightest bit interested in the advice of someone too pissy to get into a relationship.”

“why you fucking lukewarm little–”

“i trust you both remember that i don’t tolerate any fighting on my field that isn’t in the form of soccer.”

at ego’s interruption, isagi shoved himself away from rin, saving the younger itoshi brother from throwing the first punch.

“now, isagi yoichi,” ego continued, craning his unnaturally long neck at him. “itoshi rin is quite correct. jewellery is strictly forbidden from being worn during the duration of any game. why delay the inevitable? to spare your partner’s feelings?”

no. how could he explain that this had everything and nothing to do with you? of course you’d be a little ruffled if he was forced to remove it, but you would suck it up. get over it. because you’re kind, and most heartwrenchingly, you’d understand. but he’s incapable of it. he rejects the possibility of having to tell you he can’t wear your lucky charm altogether. this is all his doing. he’s the one who wants to keep the bracelet - he’s the one who needs it.

“you want my ego for this team, shitty four eyes?” isagi seethed. “then the bracelet stays the fuck on. i’ll deal with the consequences.”

ego mulled this over, touching his fingertips together like some true cartoon villain. “so be it, isagi yoichi. you better not disappoint me.”

so here isagi was, dealing with the consequences.

“mr. isagi. you must be aware that we don’t allow accessories of any kind to be worn during gameplay to protect players from any possible injury, right?” the referee’s condescension grates on his pride, lecturing him as if he were a kindergartener in need of a reminder, but isagi doesn’t bite.

“yes.”

“i’m afraid you must take that bracelet off, then.”

“no.”

the referee’s shock is evident through his rapid-fire blinks. the reply was instantaneous. no hesitation. no questions asked.

“excuse me?”

“i said no. i won’t be able to put it back on once i take it off. it would need to be permanently cut off.”

“then for your safety, i insist that you do just that.”

“i refuse.”

“surely you don’t want to risk ending up at the hospital, mr. isagi.”

“i don’t. but i’ll go to the hospital if i have to. with my bracelet.”

the referee is at a loss from his sheer bafflement. isagi feels rin’s and ego’s gazes burn a fire right through his skull. somewhere behind him, bachira is doing a very poor job of trying not to laugh his ass off.

the referee heaves a great sigh and puts his hands on his hips like a mother hen. isagi’s having none of it.

“are you quite serious about this?”

“oh, you have no idea, ref.”

“fine. you brought this upon yourself.” then he blows the whistle, not to start the game, but to stick a yellow card to his name.

isagi doesn’t fight it - the ridicule and mockery of the other team as they point fingers at him. he doesn’t care, couldn’t give two shits about these losers, not when he got to keep his lucky charm. so he stays on his best behaviour (mostly) and wins the fucking game.

as a goal scorer, isagi has first dibs on the showers, so he’s amongst one of the firsts to towel himself off in a locker room full of his perspiry, half-naked, celebrating teammates. he fidgets with the ends of his now wet bracelet as he fishes for his phone in his duffle bag, chuckling at the string of panicky messages you left him.

from: loml y/n <3

ohymgod yoichi what. are you doing. [4:37PM]

i know you realistically won’t see this until later but i’m hoping to project the vibe that it is LITERALLY FINE. just TAKE. IT OFF. [4:41PM]

i can always make you a new one ????? [4:43PM]

:000000000000 [4:46PM]

ain’t no WAY you just swallowed a yellow card for that you [4:47PM]

stupid [4:47PM]

dumb [4:47PM]

idiot [4:48PM]

he’s about to text you back when your caller ID flashes on his screen. he picks up on the first ring.

“hi babe. did you see the game? i scored a goal just for you.”

“yeah honey, i did see. congrats, you played so well. but yoichi.”

you sound as exasperated as the poor ref. isagi wonders if you can feel him grinning through the phone. (you can. you absolutely can. you hate and love it at the same time.)

“i thought i went by stupid dumb idiot now.”

“you might as fucking well.” you sigh into the receiver, but it’s more doting than anything. “why would you go through all that trouble, huh, yoichi? it’s really not that big of a deal, ya know. like i said, i’d be happy to make you a new one.”

isagi wishes so badly he was home right now, facing you, so you could read the sincerity in his eyes, how lovesick and infatuated he was with you all the time. but he isn’t, so he settles for pouring everything into his next words.

“i appreciate that baby, but i want you to know that it is a big deal, okay? you made that bracelet just for me. to cheer me on no matter what, you said. i’m not taking it off. never gonna take it off if i can help it. it’s my lucky charm. even if it’s gross and soggy.”

back on the couch, your heart’s a careening mess of joyous summersaults, eyes glassy with unshed, mushy tears.

“it also smells of sweat like, more intensely every day,” you add on all squeaky and lame, trying to keep a cool composure when you’re about to combust from your love for him at any second. isagi takes it in stride, as if he knows. as if he understands.

“of course, baby. can’t forget that.”

“god, i’m so fucking in love with you.”

“hey,” he teases. “you know that’s my line.”

and it is. it’s both of your lines, always.

(for a few weeks, isagi is known as the guy who scored a yellow card before even the kickoff, so when a referee approaches him during the start of the next game, he already has him pinned with a heinous death glare.

“i fucking dare you,” he says, and it’s all the ref can do not to shit his pants at the threat. isagi gets off scot-free for the rest of the tournament.

when the bracelet does, eventually, rot off isagi’s wrist, your ever lame boyfriend actually mourns it with a few tears - but you’re quick to assure him he doesn’t have to go without one for long. you anticipated this for a while, and have already made him a new one, if he’d like to put it on.

and isagi thinks that yes, he’d very much like to put it on, but it’s also about damn time he got you something. maybe not a bracelet, but something a bit smaller. something that would fit snuggly around your ring finger, and sparkle with a diamond.

he just know you’d look exquisite with it.)

[yrdnzz]

> the scent of a goal.

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[satoriberry]

Y2K!!

#??: BLUE LOCK BOYS AS 2000s MOVIE TROPES.

#CAUTION: PROBABLY MAKING SHIT UP AS I GO BUT WHO CARES. LOTS OF COMPOUND SENTENCES???

#BERRY'S PRE-WRITING NOTE: if you're gonna ask, "wow aya did you actually research 2000s movie tropes to write this", the answer is going to be a big fat NOOOO im going off my idea of a 2000s movie using all the ones i watched as a kid/recently. some of these may be like late 2000s at most but we're sticking to y2k lol

Jock/Popular boy that asks you out and makes you his girlfriend because his friends dared him to do it. But then he starts to actually like you and falls for you eventually. He'll run after you during prom when his friends out him and reveal that it was all a dare (initially) and tries to repair your broken heart, even if it meant embarrassing himself. Movie ends with you forcing him to do a really embarrassing dare during graduation in front of everybody to make up for hurting you.

-> OTOYA, OLIVER, Shidou (?), Imamura, Kuon (if we up his asshole-ness jusssttt a bit more), KAISER

MC's comedic relief bestfriend (most of whose lines get followed by a laugh track if the movie is bad) who wasn't even interested in you (the bff of the love interest), but as the movie goes on, you two forcibly spend more and more time with each other and eventually have to concoct the final plan that'll get MC and his love interest together. when he tries to confess 3 minutes before the movie's ending, you have to pull him in by the collar and give him a big fat kiss instead because he can't stop rubbing the back of his neck and stuttering (then credits roll as a zoom-out shot starts)

-> BACHIRA!!!!, KARASU, IGAGURI, ZANTETSUUUUUUU, Naruhaya (?), Nanase, Neru

Guy bestfriend who watches you go through severe superficial change and become somebody totally different just to be with the popular guy. You two become distant and a huge fight blows up between the two of you, and you two stop talking. After going out with popular guy, you realize how much you hate him and ditch him. You and guy bestfriend both realize how much you two actually love each other and can't stand not being together. Guy bestfriend and you both coincidentally run to the place you two usually hung out in as kids, you out of post-date frustration and him to clear his mind after what happened. You dramatically approach each other and exchange a few words before one of you confesses to fix things, then seal it with a kiss with the moon in the background.

-> Isagi, YUKIMIYA, Reo, Ness, BAROU, Kunigami

Hot vampire boyfriend. That's it lol.

-> ARYU.

#BERRY'S POST-WRITING NOTE: if you havent noticed i kinda left out the two fandom favourites (sae and rin) for the sole reason that i dont know what kind of trope they would be in. like, idk man. they're too THEM to fit into any of these or any bs trope i could come up with. i also couldnt find one for my tokimitsu but oh well he fits into another one though (MY BOYFRIEND) :333 hope you enjoyed this peepol. lets hope my two other bllk related works make it out of drafts lolol

[heartkaji]

poppies

(n) — isagi yoichi is a pretty boy in summer heat

you braid red poppies & honeysuckle into yoichi’s hair.

isagi yoichi doesn’t know that poppies symbolize death so he lays pretty on your lap as you braid roseweed & pansies into dark locs. summer is a ghost in heat so sweat sticks to your palms as soil buries itself in your fingernails, knees red and aching with sores & bruises from rose thorns & forget-me-nots.

you hope isagi will forget-you-not.

summertime love brings autumn sadness / brings winter regrets / brings lovelorn spring but like a lily all you can do is stay planted near water & hope the tide doesn’t wash away your bloom. isagi yoichi is a pretty boy & it makes your heart ache because pretty boys break pretty hearts / break pretty girls.

isagi yoichi is a pretty boy so you braid red poppies into his hair.

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