#rip my boy isagi

[etherealrin]

Hey! Love your works, it's really nice to read them and I just love your style💖, may I request an isagi x reader but the reader is kaiser's little sibling? It sounds fun ☺️

⋆｡˚꩜ a comprehensive tutorial on how to piss off michael kaiser in his penthouse; by yoichi isagi.

yoichi isagi just wants to hang out with you...but your brother is making it quite uncomfortable

warnings: slight violent descriptions (as a joke), michael kaiser gives you no privacy, one mention of google translated german // wc: 957

note: i was giggling the entire time writing this LMAOO imo such a funny dynamic, the rivalry goes crazy.

your bubbly laughs that echo through the penthouse allow isagi to relax, just a little bit. the environment is new to him, and he’s afraid that the smallest slip-up will result in his head being chopped off by one of the rather large, menacing butcher knives lined against the marble kitchen walls.

but what’s even more threatening is the way kaiser is glaring at him, blue gaze more piercing than any dagger.

“micha, you’re making yoi uncomfortable,” you begin, shooting the blonde haired man your own look of annoyance. you turn your attention away from the mixing bowl in front of you to interlace your fingers with yoichi’s, trying to offer him some comfort. isagi wonders if theres nervous sweat on them.

“he’s in my penthouse, with my sibling? am i meant to leave him unattended, to let this donkey roam around with free will?” kaiser huffs, arms crossing.

yikes, was he in a mood today.

“you’re calling my boyfriend a donkey?” yeah, you were ready to throw hands right there.

isagi had practically jumped for joy when you’d invited him over to bake cookies. he somehow managed to forget that you were rival’s little sibling, and that your house was technically also michael’s—of course he would own a penthouse with a city view. michael was an oddly protective elder brother, or maybe his rivalry with yoichi just ran that deeply; was it not enough for isagi to steal the soccer ball on court? did he have to steal michael’s bloodline too?

“go, um, read a psychology book or something,” you say, wanting to get your brother off the scene. “hang out with ness! i’m sure he’d love to!”

yoichi nods his head hurriedly in agreement.

“you think you two are getting rid of me that easily? that’s-“ your brother is cut off mid-scoff, his phone ringing loudly and persistently. you snicker, knowing that you were about to win.

“was zum teufel,” michael spits, picking up the line.

“no, ness, i’m busy…what? you seriously can’t drive yourself? can’t i…uh….i guess you’re right,” he seems to be arguing with ness, going back and forth.

“you two lucky idiots are getting your wish,” michael snaps as he hangs up, hurrying out the door. before it closes, a warning: “isagi, if you try anything, i’ll screw you over before you can blink twice.”

“yeah yeah, shitty rose.” yoichi’s ego gets the best of him. great, now he’d been rude to your brother in front of you!

but you don’t seem to mind, maybe you didn’t care, humming softly as you add chocolate chips to the mix.

"you need to move out," yoichi doesn't think he can visit you if this is how your brother was going to be.

“hmmm, could be worse. what if we made s’mores cookies?” you reply excitedly.

“the ones with marshmallows?”

“yep! i think i have them somewhere,” you pull him into your startling large pantry. the size is almost that of a grocery aisle, and it’s stocked with an insane amount of protein powder—likely your brother’s doing—but you find the small package of the fluffy white sweets tucked away in a corner.

except, you can’t quite get to it, the nook being far above your head.

“let me,” yoichi says, reaching up. he has to be on the tips of his toes, curse michael kaiser for being so damn tall!

as yoichi fumbles above you for a bit, he doesn’t notice the odd position he’s forced you into, your back flush against the shelves. you’re not that much shorter than him, but he’s gripping onto your shoulder for support, and the proximity makes you flustered. he smells good, crisp and clean, a hint of citrus in the mix.

with a small flop, the bag finally comes crashing down, along with yoichi’s balance. he lets out a startled yelp, hurriedly latching onto your other shoulder.

oh.

you blink, fazed by his deep aquamarine eyes, and the way that your noses are practically touching. his breath is ticklish, irregular from the earlier struggle, and a cherry red blush painted across his entire face.

you’re both too scared to move, stuck in the haze, should you move? closer? maybe further?

it’s like that for an agonizingly long second—still—until yoichi chooses for the both of you, his fingertips make contact with your jaw and they’re warm, hot like the kiss he suddenly pulls you into.

you’re far too eager to reciprocate, hands finding their way into his soft dark locks. the cookie batter stays neglected on the sleek white countertop, both of you distracted and lost in another world.

when your lungs threaten to implode from lack of air, that’s when you pull away, gasping softly.

your boyfriend’s face is ten times redder now.

“sorry, i- i should’ve asked first,” yoichi stammers, flustered and unable to meet your eyes.

“it’s fine, i like you when you’re confident, yoi,” you smile, twisting a strand of his hair.

you fail to notice how the front door had opened, and you’re greeted with michael kaiser standing in the hallway, gawking at the two of you.

“why’s he in my pantry?” michael’s pissed now. “of all damn places, could you two not make out in the middle of my protein powder? seriously, that is gross. i won’t be able to drink that shit now!”

“oops,” you giggle. “you’re just upset that you don’t have someone.” your brother lets out an indignant huff, ready to start hell as he marches closer. you’re still snickering.

unfortunately, yoichi cannot find any of this nearly as funny as you do—no, he’s already thinking about the hell your brother’s going to give him during the game tomorrow, convinced that both of the kaisers would be the death of him.

a/n: michael says "what the hell" in german, i just wanted to make it diverse idk. like genuinely isagi is lucky if he makes it through the week dating a kaiser sibling...kaiser is not giving his blessing for the wedding LMFAO

masterlist!

[luffysprincess]

LIE DETECTOR TEST : ISAGI YOICHI

⊹ summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

⊹ pairing : isagi yoichi x reader (established relationship)

⊹ wc : 543

⊹ warnings : reader is referred to as “girl” with she/her pronouns, suggestive, mentions of oral sex, if I’m missing something pls lmk!! MINORS DNI

⊹ A/N : this is a repost from my prev blog bc i wanna continue this series and i cant post the next part without the context from this one so if it looks familiar, thats why. ALSO if anyone has a reblog of bachira's part somewhere pls send me the link!!

⊹ bachira’s version | kunigami’s version

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”

“@/isagisbbybgrl asks How big is your dick?”

Isagi had practically choked on his own spit at the question.   “Wha—why is this the first question?!”

“I’m just reading out what Twitter wants to know?”, the interviewer laughs at the shock in his face. “Now answer the question.”

Isagi, Kunigami and Bachira were currently sat side by side across from their interviewer. They had been invited to guest star on LockX , one of the most popular podcasts to date relating to everything and anything Blue Lock. And today they were asked to answer a few fan questions from Twitter all while hooked up to a lie detector. Up first was Isagi, who looked like he was already regretting coming today.

“Like 10 inches” he sighed out. All heads turned to the polygraph examiner— Milo was his name.

“There’s no way—“

“Truth”

Bachira laughs out at Kunigami’s disbelief while the latter mumbles to himself. Something about not believing it till he sees it himself.

“Wait, now I’m curious” Bachira scooted forward and turned to Isagi. “How much of it does your girl take in her mouth?

“What the fuck Megs? Nope. I’m not talking about Y/N here. Not like that.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but more than half these Twitter asks are about her,” the interviewer adds.

“Come onnnn Yoichi”

“Fine. All of it. Next question”

“Milo?”

“He’s telling the truth” Milo nods back, while the room fills with whistles and cheers to Isagi, who’s hidden his face behind a hand but can’t help the proud smirk that grows on his face at the thought of you taking all of him.

“Okay okay” the interviewer laughs before he directs his next question, “User @/mysagiballs asks where is your favorite place to kiss a partner?”

“Hey at least this one’s not about Y/N”

“Ehh it technically is,” Bachira counters.

“It basically is,” Isagi sighs once again, finally accepting that this is what the rest of the interview will be like. “Her lips, that’s my favorite place to kiss her”

“He’s lying.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“Another lie”

“I feel like of all the questions you’ve been asked, this is the most mild.” Kunigami speaks up.

“But you’re lying about it, which means there’s something juicy you’re hiding” Bachira teases.

“Fine, her cheek”

“Still lying”

“Seriously Milo!”

This continues on for a few minutes, Isagi calling out a bodypart and Milo calling out his bullshit.

Her neck. Lie. Her shoulders. Lie. Her hands. Lie.

Meanwhile Bachira and Kunigami have practically fallen off the sofa in tears, laughing at how frustrated Isagi grows with every call of his bluff.

“Between her legs, alright?! I’m not getting any more specific than that. You can figure the rest out yourselves I’m sure”, he glares at Milo as he grumbles out his final answer.

“That was the…truth”

It takes a few moments for Bachira to calm down from his hysterics but then he’s teasing Isagi for being so naughty, giggling at the sight of his friend aggressively ripping off the cuffs and sensors connecting him to the polygraph.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want now but you’re going next.” Isagi grins at him, excited to see his friend suffer the same as he did.

[seasidefallenangel]

she's got those evil eyes

bllk boys and their mean girlfriends ft isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, reo mikage, alexis ness, bachira meguru

notes: reader is a BITCH! (not to the boys), actual horrible shit being said by reader but our boys are too in love to notice or care, suicide mentions, i'm not condoning what reader does the point is that they're feral

༄ isagi:

✣ you’re his precious angel who can do no wrong, so of course he’s defending you tooth and nail. when you’re at his games flipping off the opposite team he thinks you’re too adorable for words. during practice, kaiser is ragging on him as usual and you’re there before isagi can blink, telling kaiser that no wonder his dad hit him with a shitty personality like that. insanely harsh, but you’re so cute to have his back!

⁀➷ “you need to stop getting yourself hurt like this, princess,” isagi murmurs as he gently applies an antiseptic to your knuckles. he wasn’t expecting you to punch rin in the face after some off-handed comment during practice (mostly stemming from rin’s own insecurities, but you’re not tolerating any disrespect towards your man.) isagi had stepped in right as rin was about to retaliate and you had gotten kicked off the field anyway, leading to the impromptu patch-up in the locker room. 

with a final piece of medical tape, he kisses your bruised hand and smiles softly at you, cupping your cheek in his palm. “thank you for being my knight in shining armor, baby,” he says gently, all the love in the world filling his voice. maybe you’re not the most ethical about it, but your desire to protect him more than makes up for it in his eyes.

༄ sae:

✣ always assumes you’re correct in every single situation. he looks to be nonchalant about your dating life, but he is easily your number one shooter. you’re on twitter telling his fans to kill themselves when they talk about how attractive he is or how he should break up with you and he’s in the kitchen smirking at his phone watching you go to war. never once in his life has he ever gave a shit about what people think about him, but the second something about you is viewed in a negative light? all bets are off. he’ll get just as toxic as you are.

⁀➷ the reporters are crowding him the second he’s getting off the plane. he already knows exactly what it’s about yet it still pisses him off. in his opinion, people are at fault for provoking you in the first place. in an irritating attempt to get his attention, one of the interviewers calls out, “sae! what do you have to say about your girlfriend tweeting ‘if i was your mom i would’ve killed myself too’ to one of your fans?!” 

yeah, he saw that one, and he thought it was funny. someone had been trying to rile you up by saying how re al would be better off without sae on the team. unfortunately for them, they had “rip mom🩵🕊️” in their bio, giving you the perfect ammo to shoot back with. he clears his throat and simply says, “she’s right,” before walking off, leaving the paparazzi stunned.

༄ reo:

✣ you are so awful for the mikage image and reo loves every second of it. having such a stagnant and pre-planned upbringing versus your unhinged nature was just what he needed. barely a week can go by without you trending online for something heinous you said or did. in turn, you have quite a large following for simply how funny your antics and toxicity towards others is. reo must have the most heavily tinted rose colored glasses ever, because he always talks about how sweet and kind you are. the fans are still searching for the person he’s trying to describe, because it sure as hell isn’t you.

⁀➷ you’re lounging in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when reo approaches you. like clockwork, you shift into his arms as he climbs into bed and relaxes next to you. his fingers are running through your hair when he finally asks in the most soft and gentle voice, “my love, why are you being called out on twitter again?” of course, you’re always sure to voice how it isn’t really your fault and that people should stop pissing you off if they don’t want you to come for their necks. 

quite honestly, he’s not really listening ; not because he’s not interested, but because you’re just irresistible when you defend yourself. regardless of whether or not you’re actually at fault (you are), he still sees you as his precious and adorable lover. he simply nods and leaves feather light kisses up and down the side of your neck, mumbling something like, “how dare they?” or “you’re so smart, angel,” every so often. if you ever were to get in any real trouble, the mikage fortune would be there to bail you out - so he sees no real reason to stop your tirades. 

༄ alexis:

✣ “me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and i do.” ness is honestly thankful for how much of a raging bitch you can be. not only does he never see anything wrong with it, but actively encourages it as well. you’re cussing out the mcdonald’s worker for putting pickles on his burger while he’s behind you with a dopey smile on his face, clinging to you like a lifeline. the only time he had to tug you away is when you were half a second away from clawing kaiser’s eyes out and had his neck bruising beneath your fingers for insinuating ness was more of a dog than a person. the german is still terrified whenever you accompany your boyfriend to practice.

⁀➷ in all the plans alexis had for his future, standing in front of the two people that crushed his childhood fantasies in facts and testing wasn’t one of them. he had left on a bitter note when he joined bastard münchen yet hadn’t found the courage to voice his true feelings on the matter. luckily for him, you had no shortage of guts to lay into his parents without fear.

for the first time in their lives, they’re stunned silent at your vicious words and mockery of their profession, upbringing, parenting, even going so far as to point out his mother’s physical imperfections and saying the only worthwhile thing she did was give birth a child that wasn’t nearly as ugly as she is. they can’t even get a word in before you grab alexis’ hand and drag him out, kicking a dent in his father’s car for good measure. even though your display was nothing short of pure evil, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt closer to god than when you cradle him in your hold, whispering words of love and praise into his ear. being a crybaby was something he was told he should be ashamed of, but the sensation left behind when you wipe his grateful tears is worth it to him.

༄ bachira:

✣ might honestly be the biggest enabler on this entire list along with alexis. he absolutely lives for chaos plus he’s too sickeningly in love with you to ever question a move you might make. he can hear you arguing with ego on the phone about bachira being overworked and while normally nothing phases blue lock’s director, the death threats you sent to his office were incredibly convincing and contained information that should’ve been impossible to obtain. he’d probably hire you if he wasn’t positive you’d pipe bomb the entire structure if anyone even gave a dirty look to your boyfriend. 

⁀➷  “whatcha doiiiinnnn?” bachira asks while plopping on top of the couch - in the exact spot while you were resting, mind you. you let out a light ‘oof!’ as his weight crushes you for a moment before leveling out. the second his head falls to rest on your stomach, you're carding one hand through his hair while the other angrily taps on your phone. he doesn’t really think to ask as he’s on the verge of falling asleep, but the sound he has set for your tweets dings from his phone (because of course he has notifications for you on.)

he lazily unlocks his phone and clicks onto the app only to bust out into laughter. whatever useless no-name had decided to say bachira’s playstyle only hinders his teammates was met with your quote retweet stating to ‘go take a long walk off a short bridge.’ in his overly happy splendor, he blows raspberries onto the soft skin of your tummy while you squeal and try to push him off. stubborn as he is he just refuses to let up until you're curled up in laughter. behind his silliness, he’s eternally grateful to have someone so devoted to him after years of isolation from his peers. he can’t help but think he’d do anything to keep you in his grasp - regardless of the consequences that might follow.

[heartkaji]

‪‪❤︎‬ TEEN ROMANCE !

(n) — bllk boys & their kind of love. includes : isagi yoichi, reo mikage , nagi seishiro , oliver aiku

ISAGI YOICHI ! — romeo & juliette.

dating yoichi is sweat-soaked skin pressed against sweat-soaked skin on the mink fur rug of your bedroom floor carpet. isagi is yawn slash yearning—he kisses you silly with honey on his tongue & your back pressed against your bedroom floor with thighs wrapped around like ivy on his waist. there are bruises on your neck & cherry lipstick stains his cheeks & every minute or two you have to pull away because ‘i swear i hear my mom coming up the stairs.’ even so he nibbles at your neck & traces comets on your skin because ‘don’t worry pretty, she’ll never find us out.’ your heart’s in your throat & you swear the footsteps are getting louder but all you can do is swallow your chest & pray. you hug yoichi a little tighter because unlike romeo & juliet, your story will not end in split hearts & summertime sadness.

REO MIKAGE ! — skin & a country club

super rich kids make nothing but fake friends but the ghost of reo’s lips on yours is oh-so-sloppy yet oh-so-real. his mouth tastes like raspberry syrup & strawberry chambourd & when his palms slip below the seam of your skirt you think he is grace. you know that once the party’s over & it’s time to leave the yacht you’ll go back from star crossed lovers to trust fund babies who long for something more than riches & bloodline; so you tug at his hair & guide his hold to your hips in hopes he’ll hold you tighter & never let you go.

NAGI SEISHIRO ! — lovelorn lethargy

nagi seishiro is lazy lover & lazy kisses & lazy touch on your waist, neck, everywhere. he smells like sea foam deluxe & cotton elixir but you want to crush his bloody throat between your palms because ’one more round angel, i swear it.’ it was one more round thirty minutes ago / an hour ago / an hour and a half ago & you’re only a girl so you’ve decided you’ve suffered enough. you have your coat on your shoulders & mary janes grace your feet & you’re about to leave but your waist feels warm & there’s a weight on your neck—‘m’sorry bunny, i’m all done now, yeah ?’

OLIVER AIKU ! — sex & a daydream

last week he left scars on your back / this week he left scars on your neck / next week he’ll leave scars on your heart. you hate aiku & his smart mouth but you love the way it swells & blossoms with peach smeared lip stick when you bite his lip & kiss him silly. aiku is fox teeth ripping through peach flesh—he tastes like brown sugar & warm honey in a wheat field but you can smell carolina herrera & you know it’s not yours. your heart bleeds up your throat & you should push him away but his hand’s in your hair & his palms grip your knees. you’ve got all the time in the world—you might as well kiss him now & curse him later.

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, edit, translate or reupload

[tinlune]

How the Blue Lock Guys Love: Love Languages

How do the boys show “I love you” without necessarily saying it out loud? And how do they feel loved?

Word count: 746 words

Isagi: Giving: Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Words of Affirmation/Quality Time

After you praise him on a big game, the tips of his ears turn red and he’s bashful, so unlike the man on the field just a few moments ago. Those observational skills that help him pick apart strategies and rip them apart? He uses them to praise your work. He makes efforts to spend time with you, offering up times and dates even if they aren’t super romantic. Even just talking and hanging out at a cafe is good to him because it is time well spent with you.

Bachira:

Giving: Words of Affirmation/Physical Touch

Receiving: Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation

He often clings to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder or giving you surprise hugs just to see your reaction. He’s your biggest cheerleader, unashamedly yelling “that’s my partner!”

Chigiri:

Giving: Quality Time Receiving: Acts of Service/Quality Time

He often does his skincare routine with you, no matter if he’s on the other side of the world, after all, that’s what phones are for. He likes it when you spend time with him, helping out like the time you helped him reorganize his skincare from all the PR packages flooding in.

Pre-WildCard Kunigami:

Giving: Acts of Service

Receiving: Quality Time

He likes to make your life easier, whether by cooking or making sure the water’s warm when it's been a cold day. And of course, he likes to spend the time he does have off with you.

Nagi:

Giving: Acts of Service/Quality Time

Receiving: Acts of Service/Quality Time

He likes to play games with you, combat games or simulators it doesn’t matter. He’ll makes efforts for things he knows are important to you and sometimes, he gets invested too.

Reo:

Giving: Gifts/Acts of Service

Receiving: Quality Time

He has so much extra money, why not put it to good use by spending it on his partner? Early in the relationship, he didn’t put all that much thought into his gifts, buying something if he even caught you looking at it. However, when you expressed discomfort from the excessiveness of it all, he did tone it down asking you what you wanted and putting more thought into it. He loves spending time with you so he’ll take you to extravagant places or sometimes, just to his home to spend time together.

Kaiser:

Giving: Acts of Service

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

He likes to do things for his partner. Makes him feel useful, more valuable. He pays attention to the little things, food preferences, temperature preferences, and sets them accordingly. Its a very human thing to wants to be praised, to be acknowledged, to be set apart from the crowd. And he experiences that sweet pleasure when you praise him for a job well done. 

Ness:

Giving: Acts of Service/Words of Affirmation

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

He likes to praise you, getting excessive sometimes. All the work you do, even if it is subpar quality, he treats like the work of masters, with utmost respect. After all, it doesn’t matter how good it is, just how you feel about it. And when he does something good, like perform well at games, he has the sweet prize of your admiration and praise to look forward to.

Karasu:

Giving: Acts of Service

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

He likes to be acknowledged. Praised. It helps him feel less mediocre and closer to the extraordinariness of the people around him. To pay it back, he does things that make your life easier with all his observations about you. Temperature too low? He gives you his jacket. Had a long day? He’ll listen to your woes, nod and agree and ask questions, and sit with you while you watch reruns of your favorite show with a hot cup of tea. Made by him of course. 

Hiori:

Giving: Acts of Service

Receiving: Quality Time

He listens well, nodding along, asking relevant questions, and repeating your words back to you but rephrased. He finds it makes you feel heard and you’re always in a better mood after talking with him. He likes to play multiplayer games with you and show you the ropes, stifling laughs when you fail at basic mechanics since its your first time playing.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— playing defence + yoichi isagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — you bitch slap kaiser for talking smack about your boyfriend. perhaps isagi is rubbing off on you.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, crack, fluff, suggestive towards the end, violence, smack talk, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, established relationship, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2.2K.

⭑ notes — greetings all! isagi brain rot is so real rn, i swear i have like six wips for him... anyways this was a silly little idea that popped into my head lmao kinda cringe but i had fun with it !! enjoy ! - m.list ✩

your boyfriend is somewhat of a conundrum.

the world knows yoichi isagi as the ruthless heart of blue lock’s success. a man that’s unrelenting on the field with his strategic mind and frightening air of dominance poured into his every play. every movement he makes is calculated meticulously, the greed for a goal simmering in his blood. isagi as a pro player is foul mouthed and messy — taunting his opponent until they crumble into nothing but dust before his very eyes.

the media thinks he’s cocky, but rightfully so. after all yoichi isagi is the catalyst for a new generation of japanese soccer. the girls love him, he’s charming in interviews without meaning to be — they like how he talks about you. as if you’re a gem that’s worth millions. precious.

the isagi that you know has a tender touch and his soul warm, he wears his heart right on his sleeve and never lets you go a moment without knowing you’re appreciated. the isagi that you know is encouraging, he’s always on your side. if he needs to, he’ll sweet talk you with honey glazed words and kiss you until your thoughts fizzle out into stardust.

isagi is good.

he’s good to his friends, his teammates, his parents — he’s almost too good to be true. as if he’s been peeled from the pages of a shoujo romance manga or ripped from the silver screen of a perfect Hollywood romcom. a literal walking green flag. you’d say that you were lucky to have him, and yoichi would spin it on you — using strings of sweet words to express just how deep and profound his love is for you, praising you just enough to melt you into a love sick puddle of goo. and he’d mean it, sincerity swirling in his whirlpooling blue eyes. he swears by it.

so when someone pisses your isagi off, when they hurt him — you can’t help but lose your shit.

it happens during a practise match with a few of the players that joined during the neo-egoist league. although it’s been years since then and the blue lock project has become a formidable team, it keeps the boys on their feet to play with those with other worldly styles of soccer. the match had been going well, isagi trailblazing across the pitch and leaving nothing but a trail of destruction and despair behind — you were proud of him, amazed by him and the talents he possesses. to see him in his element makes your heart swell.

you don’t know kaiser very well — just that he’s super big and plays for the german team that gave isagi his leg up in the soccer world. you’ve heard from others about how much of a dick he could be and the intense rivalry he had with your boyfriend back when the blue lock project first started. you don’t know kaiser well but that information alone was enough to get your back up whenever he was in close range of yoichi.

and rightfully so. because you see the way he prods and pokes at the beautiful, sensitive parts of your lover as they race across to the penalty area. you notice how it rattles isagi, gets him all up in his head. you hear kaiser say something along the lines of:

“what’s with your shitty plays, yoichi? surely if you’re the heart of blue lock then the future of soccer is bound to be doomed.” he skirts around your boyfriend, intercepting a pass he was meant to receive from nagi. “pathetic, to see how much this star has fallen. i should crush you.”

you’ve heard all the insults the blue lock boys throw at each other before but this is nothing like usual. rin itoshi has said much worse to isagi right in front of your face (and isagi right back, foul mouthed motherfucker) but you know that’s a defence mechanism to how rin truly thinks and feels.

michael kaiser is just an asshole, plain and simple.

and that kind of behaviour doesn’t fly with you when it comes to yoichi.

you storm onto the pitch from the sidelines before your mind can even catch up to your body. the other players working around your boyfriend and his rival stop their movements as you stroll past them, snapped out of their egoist state by the referee whistle that calls for you to stop.

“m-ma’am! you can’t be on the pitch!”

you walk right past ness, weave between kurona, bachira and hiori, and right up to the blonde haired perpetrator himself. you’re polite about it too, tapping him on the shoulder to interrupt the narcissistic monologue he’s giving to isagi and showing him your sweetest, kindest smile.

there’s a split second before the blunt force of your fist collides with michael kaiser’s cheek and he’s knocked to the ground from the weight of it.

“you better watch who the fuck you’re talking to, you clownish freak.”

“babe?” isagi jumps into action despite his shock and the sniggers from other players on the field. he wraps his strong arms around your middle and tugs you into his chest with a winded laugh. “precious, what are you doing here?”

“he can’t talk to you like that!”

“but baby, you can’t be here—“

“this isn’t good.” bachira sings from a safe distance.

“fuck! what the actual fuck?” kaiser swears, using the sleeve of his jersey to wipe the blood from his bruising nose. “who’s crazy groupie is this?”

another wave of anger crashes through your veins, your blood at its boiling point as his words register within you. “excuse me?” isagi snarls, clearly unimpressed, loosening his hold on you while you struggle against your boyfriend’s lean frame.

“so what? you get your girlfriend to play defence for you and then act like i’m in the wrong? i said, get this groupie away from me—!”

before anyone on the pitch can realise, you’re free from isagi’s hold and you’re on kaiser like white on rice — fisting his sweatshirt between the same pretty fingers that treat isagi like he’ll break with too much force. “you wanna say that again, shitstain?” you run your tongue over your teeth, the menacing glint to your eye making you look like you’re a predator about to hunt down her prey. the blonde shakes underneath you as you pin him to the grass — an insult rolling around on his tongue. “i wouldn’t waste my words. you should just lay down and die before you take another sucker punch from this groupie.”

“do you have any idea how much this face is worth? i should—“

“gimme a break michael kaiser,” to your left you can hear bachira chanting something about ‘no violence’, bouncing around excitedly and a wicked grin tugs on the corner of your lips. “you’re not worth shit to me. so keep fucking around and find out, pretty boy. you talk smack about yoichi again and i swear your face won’t be the only goods i damage.”

“jeez, you’re just as crazy as that wanna be protagonist over there—“ is all he can muster before he flinches back from your fists that raise a over your head.

isagi moves quicker this time, scooping you up from underneath your armpits despite how you huff, puff and protest. “alright, alright, you’re done here. let’s go, princess.” he says sheepishly. maybe he’s been rubbing off on you a little too much.

his comforting touch slides down to your hand, grabbing at it to drag you off the pitch for the sake of kaiser’s safety, keeping everyone else out of harms way. and isagi just about gets you off the green before you set your sights on your next victim — ness, who can’t help but make faces at you as you trudge after your boyfriend.

drawing a line over your throat with your thumb, you make direct eye contact with him. “you’re next, shitty little meat-rider—! ow! ‘ichi!” you bark, but isagi quickly scoops you up again like a cat holding her kitten by the nape.

you have no choice but to back down for now.

“yanno, you really didn’t have to do that.”

isagi let’s you go once you’re back in the locker rooms to check on your hand. he crouches before you (where you sit just a level above him on the metal bench), holding an ice pack to your knuckles with the trace of a smile on his lips, only lifting it to see if the swelling has gone down. isagi reads you like an open book, he’s got you all figured out so he leaves you with the space to react and have your little tantrums.

besides, it’s cute that you get so pissed off when it comes to him. watching your nose scrunch up and your lips twist into a pout while you fight your own outburst just makes his heart beat for you a little faster.

“oh i fucking did! he was being so horrible to you and i couldn’t just let it slide!” you huff as your temper flares, shoulders sagging and arms crossing over your chest. he says nothing for a moment and lifts the compress from your hand to check the damage.

“look at you, precious girl. you’ve only gone and hurt yourself,” even when you’re throwing a fit like this, yoichi can only see the beauty in you — his cheeks flushing at how much you care for him. the dark haired striker flips through a first aid kit that rests at your feet, looking for disinfectant to clean up your split knuckles. “and, as for kaiser… well, he’s always like that.”

“well, i don’t like kaiser. i hope a bird shits on his head and both sides of his pillows are warm.”

“bird shit is supposed to be a sign of good luck, baby.”

“don’t test me yoichi isagi.”

he dabs at your wounds with a cotton pad and a brownish liquid that smells like the dettol your mom would keep in the cabinet under the kitchen sink for when you got yourself into similar situations like this as a kid. but instead of scolding you like she would, yoichi tends to your cuts and scrapes either upmost care. still smiling to himself. smiling at you. resisting the urge to burst with affection.

“you’re gonna have to apologise, precious.” he mutters absentmindedly, wincing when you do.

“i-i’m not going to, he deserved it!” that much is true, kaiser is clown who needs to be put in his place but it shouldn’t have been by you and at the expensive of your precious hands getting hurt.

you’re in more pain than you’re willing to show, and it bothers isagi just a little bit that you’re experiencing it because of him.

“well he did, but ego won’t be happy.”

“did ego make you apologise for all those times you beat the crap out of your teammates for even looking at me? for stealing your goals?” you roll your eyes, leaning away from your doting boyfriend in protest.

isagi grabs at your wrist firmly, tugging you back into place so he can start wrapping your hand up — ignoring the way his face and the tips of his ears start to burn up in embarrassment. “well no… but that’s different. friendly competition.”

“hardly! may i remind you that shidou literally couldn’t walk for a week straight after he commented on my ass? because of you?”

“i was defending your honour! and keep still!”

you give isagi a pointed look. hypocrite. “okay, but what about when rin said you couldn’t fuck for the life of you and then you proved your point. using me. in front of him. was that about honour or about your ego? mister egoist.” isagi’s big blue eyes instantly shoot up to meet yours and blushes a crimson that could rival the shade of the older itoshi brother’s hair. “itoshi couldn’t look at me for weeks!”

“point taken.” knowing that he won’t win this argument (if you could even call it that), isagi finishes up with bandaging your hand and takes a seat next to you, a comfortable silence settling over you both while he attempts to piece together why you love him this much. to play knight in shining armour to his damsel in distress.

“are you…really going to make me apologise yoichi?” you ask him sheepishly after some time, leaning into him for comfort.

“not if you don’t want to, precious.” he hums, fondly brushing a thumb over the back of your bandaged hand. a silent thank you. a hidden i love you.

“good,” you whine now that all of your adrenaline’s worn off and you can really feel the consequences of punching a world class striker in the face. “now kiss my knuckles. they hurt.” holding up your hand to isagi’s face, you shake it as if to rid yourself of the painful ebb to it.

“better?” isagi complies, his lips soft against your skin.

“much.”

“so spoilt,” he adds. your boyfriend’s voice stays low while he plays with your bruised fingers and checks them over, resting his head against your own affectionately. “next time you throw a punch in my name, tuck your thumb into your fist to minimise the damage. i don’t like seeing you get hurt.”

“so you did like seeing me punch kaiser.” you giggle, squirming when isagi drops your hand to pull you into his lap possessively. his loving grin spreads even further when your eyes widen at a certain…hardness poking your inner thigh.

“oh yeah, super hot. i love it when you get mad ‘n start talking shit for me.”

isagi doesn’t make it back to practice, too caught up in showing you just how much he loves it when you start fights over him.

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i bless the rain down in africa

( bllk boys x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — thinking abt going to a drive through safari with the bllk boys

♡ word count — 913

♡ content — sae itoshi x reader, shidou ryusei x reader, isagi yoichi x reader, yukimiya kenyu x reader, drive through safari, nickname 'babe' used (shidou), nickname 'my love' used (yukimiya), probably ooc, yuki's is short bc i ran out of brain power, not proofread.

♡ synopsis — bllk boys ( sae, shidou, isagi, and yukimiya) at a drive through safari with you :)

☾⋆⁺₊✧ sae itoshi

like the responsible ( and sensible ) person he is, he read the instructions that were on the infographic given to you two before he started driving through this 'safari' you so badly wanted to go to.

while you...well you threw it on the ground and grabbed two bags of feed so the two of you could feed the animals!

which is how you ended up in this position- a zebra head sticking through your window reaching for more food while you finally read the information,

"oh my god! sae! don't feed the zebras!!"

he wasn't. actually he wasn't feeding any animals- his window rolled up and the other bag of food in your lap.

or it was.

until the zebra reached in and grabbed the edge of the paper bag- making you scream in fear.

"sae-"

"you're gonna break my seatbelt." he said, face dead serious as he looked at you.

AS IF YOU CARED ABOUT A SEATBELT! THIS ZEBRA WAS ABOUT TO EAT YOU!

"pleasepleasepleaseplease don't-" you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as the zebra ripped the bag out of the window- making feed fly everywhere in the car.

you opened one of your eyes while your hand hastily reached to roll up your window, "i'm sorry-"

"you're cleaning it."

yeah, safe to say that you and sae weren't the biggest fans of the drive through safari.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ shidou ryusei

this was his idea. he showed you a video and decided that his day off after a hard game was the perfect day to go see all these animals and feed them!

and unfortunately for you, with a boyfriend like shidou- it's impossible to not have every small thing you two do together turns into a near death expierience.

like right now-

you were screaming, "oh my god! oh my god! let it go! roll up the window!" why, you ask?

because shidou had one arm wrapped on an ostrich while 3 other ostriches were trying to shove their heads into the car- all while shidou laughed and encouraged them with handfuls of feed.

"aw, why babe? we're friends can't cha see?" you'd always been your boyfriends biggest defender and supporter- always having a comeback for anytime someone said he was insane.

but now you were starting to understand why they would say that.

"ryu- JESUS!" you curled up in a ball in your seat, the terrifying bird using its long neck to try and grab the bag of feed that was in your hands. "just take it!!" you huffed, throwing the feed towards shidou...

which, thinking back on it- wasn't smart.

the ostriches began pecking at him- his hair, his shirt, his arms- not that they were purposefully trying to hurt him- no they just wanted the food!

and while you were freaking out, he was laughing in excitement, "see babe? i told you we were friends!"

yeah, your boyfriend is insane.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ isagi yoichi

you two decided that this would be a cute date idea! you, your loving boyfriend, and some cute animals? what could go wrong?

everything, actually.

you and isagi were both backed up against the center console- shoulders touching as the two of you screamed.

"isagi! make them leave!!"

"me? you do it!"

what you were so afraid of?

camels.

their freaky disgusting spit dripping into the car is what had you scared as you all but threw the feed at them- but in isagi's attempt to seem like a big and brave man- he hand fed one!

and it hadn't let go of his hand yet- licking all over and chasing his hand inside the window when he tried to pull away.

"they like you! get out and be with them!" you hit his shoulder, letting out a shrill cry when the camel by your window yawned- the animals stinky breath hitting you in the face.

"isagi yoichi if you don't get out i swear to god!"

and it was an accident- it really was- but isagi's foot slammed on the gas. not hitting any camels, but giving the both of you a heart attack big enough to make the two of you forget about the camels.

you turned to look at him, with his blue eyes staring back at you before he busted out laughing, you still on the verge of tears.

"that wasn't funny! get out!"

☾⋆⁺₊✧ kenyu yukimiya

it was just supposed to be a cute couples date while you two traveled for one of yukimiya's away games

one simple google search of ' what to do near me' gave you the answer of

' drive through safari '

and who didn't love feeding animals while driving and listening to calming music with the love of your life?

you. actually.

while your gorgeous and calm boyfriend was feeding a llama in his hand while petting its head, you were sobbing as a meaner - according to you - llama was at your window harassing you for food.

"yuki! please heLP-" you screamed- quickly grabbing more food as the llama on your side made a noise that sounded scarily like it was getting its spit ready.

you shakily extended your hand, jumping as the animal hastily started eating out of your hand

"drive kenyu. i'm not joking." you whispered as if you were scared the llama would hear you and commit an act of murder.

"oh, my love, they're sweet. why are you so scared?" he smiled as he cupped another hand of food- giving his charming smile to the llama.

"they only like pretty boys like you!!"

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[riririnnnn]

It was the end of Ubers match when I first stumbled upon a tweet on Pinterest which sowed the theory of Kaiser destroying Sae's dream in my mind. And honestly, after this seeing panel:

I'm starting to believe more and more in that theory.

It was evident way before Ness's backstory that Kaiser is definitely NOT a newbie in the soccer industry which gives an ample amount of time for Sae to face Kaiser in a match considering Sae didn't return to Japan for straight four years.

And I highly think that Sae faced off Kaiser in the later moment of those four years.

Why?

Because:

He looked miserable when he first returned from Spain in comparison to his later return (almost a year later) from Spain:

And I do think that if you were to lose a long-term dream, then it'll show on your face much more during the earlier days rather than a year later when you get used to the feeling of losing your dream.

Further, Kaiser crushing Sae's dream fits well in two questions that revolves in my mind whenever I think about Sae's backstory:

Why Sae started hating his own country, Japan?

The above question can be modified as:

Why Sae started hating Japanese soccer players?

As I said in one of my previous posts, I do believe that when Sae stepped into Spain, he realised that he was the Frog in the well—he realised how vast the world is and that he wasn't as great of a player as he thought he was. He probably struggled a lot but was somewhat successful in maintaining a balance when Kaiser came in like a wrecking ball to strike the nail in the coffin.

Of course, considering Sae's personality, he would've surely put up a fight against Kaiser just like Isagi did, but unlike that blueberry boy, Sae was already very exhausted and sadly, after some time, he gave up.

Now to address the actual answer to the question: Sae hated how much Japan celebrated him when he was just a child. He was showered with the title of prodigy since he was a kid and he hated that his own country made him feel like he was someone special when in reality, he was just the best among the worst. Further, even if he wanted to be better, there was no one in Japan who could help him do that. He hated how he was made to believe by his country's people that he had what it took to be the world's best striker.

Kind of like a betrayal of some sort.

This gentle soul explained it very well too:

Also, a bit unrelated, but this panel piqued my interest:

German you say, hm?

Moving onto next question:

Why Sae chose to be a Midfielder then?

I have two reasoning for this question:

Firstly, what is the position closest to the striker? Yes, a Midfielder. So, by being a Midfielder, Sae is still trying to be as close to his dream as possible. It is his type of compromise.

Secondly, do you remember what Rin really liked? Yes, Sae's passes. And which position's main role is to pass? Yes, a Midfielder.

You getting me?

It's like Sae is trying to get some kind of closure by reliving those good old times when Rin and Sae played in the Kamakura United (their soccer club). Besides, if Rin were to be the world's best striker, then he would also need the world's best midfielder too, you know.

You getting me?

The only reason I don't want this theory to come true is because it kind of strips us off from an opportunity to get a new badass character.

I also don't want this theory to be true is because I'm solely holding onto this panel:

I'm desperately holding into this panel as a hope that Sae still cares for Rin.

After we got an insight of Kaiser-Ness relation in chapter 261, I can't help but fear that Sae may think of Rin in the same way—someone for his own selfish needs.

And if anything like this happens, I'll transform into the biggest Kaiser's hater alive. Even after chapter 261, I still somewhat defend him for his behaviour, but Itoshi brothers have been the closest to my heart—istg I'll rip Kaiser's hair from his scalp if the brothers' bond gets tarnished because of him.

That's all, I guess.

[milaisreading]

5th times the charm?

Pairings: Itoshi Sae x Isagi's sister!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. This is just a small Valentine's Day idea I had, since the day is approaching us quickly.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Ever since he could remember, Yoichi thought of of his sister as someone who could be described as a hopeless romantic at heart. And while that was something he really admired in (Y/n), her faith in love and finding the right person, it also worried him. He loved his sister a lot, she was a kind and very caring person, so he always wanted the best for her. He mainly wanted her to have a good partner, since finding one was always one of her goals, but Yoichi noted one thing about her crush and dating history. And that was, (Y/n) always seemed to find assholes as love interests. While he doesn't remember much about (Y/n)'s pre-school and elementary school, he would sometimes hear his mom and her talk about those things in the kitchen, a random memory popping out here and there. Middle school and high school was something he does remember pretty vividly the two times she would come home crying. Sure, back then he didn't know much about these things and would try to cheer (Y/n) up, but now that he is older he is more aware of these things. That's why he took it upon himself to keep his teammates away from (Y/n). They were good football players and friends, don't get Yoichi wrong, but he couldn't imagine them with his sister.

Then, to his horror, when his career took of in Re Al, he was confronted with the harsh truth that Sae Itoshi of all people asked (Y/n) out, to which she ended up agreeing! Yoichi tried to keep his opinion at the time to himself, not wanting to offend Sae. But, once the siblings were left alone, he warned his sister about dating him.

'Don't worry. I am sure this time it will be different.' Yoichi recalled her words, and he just hopes she was right. And if she wasn't, an accidental kick of the ball into Sae's face will help him calm down.

Looking at the digital clock, (Y/n) yawned as she read the time.

"Already 23:30... and I am not even done decorating this. I shouldn't have waited till last minute." She muttered to herself, looking down at the homemade chocolate and at some of the decorative items she bought the day before. It was the night before Valentine's Day and (Y/n) was doing her absolute best for the chocolate to turn out as good as possible. She really wanted to impress Sae with it, but also see his reaction. It's something she would do ever since she was little. Her mom would tell her to always look at how a guy will react to the little gifts, and make her judgement based on that. And well, so far (Y/n) faced disappointment after disappointment.

'Eww. The card looks stupid, and pink isn't even my favorite color! I am a boy, are you stupid?!'

(Y/n) flinched as she remembered one of the first boys she liked rip her Valentine's Day card into two and throw it at her. That was disappointment #1.

'I don't like this chocolate brand. Next time get me something else.' Safe to say she never looked at disappointment #2 again. Why were elementary school boys so into brand named chocolate? (Y/n) hummed as she mixed some blue and green into the white chocolate.

'The chocolate tastes nice, I didn't know you could cook or whatever. But, you aren't my type, thanks for the chocolate, tho.' Disappointment #3 came up in middle school. (Y/n) wasn't sure why she cried that day, possibly because he was the first guy she had a serious crush on? It was a mystery to her.

'I don't like girls like you. You are way too much of a high maintenance. And besides, I found someone else. She looks more like a football players girlfriend.' Disappointment #4 came along in her final year of high school. Oliver was someone she met by chance, he wasn't her classmate or anything. Just a boy she met at a local café she met and secretly dated for a while. (Y/n) knew je was someone who liked women, a lot, but she held out hope that he might change for her. Well, she came to realize that the hope was foolish.

(Y/n) bit back her tears as she put the chocolate into the fridge, her heart pounding in fear.

'Please, please be different.' She thought, praying that the 5th time will do the trick.

Now, Sae wasn't a romantic person and never really saw the appeal in relationships or acting all lovesick for another person. In his mind football and practice were the only things that should occupy him... until he became one of those lovesick individuals. Although he tried to hide it, and failed according to Rin and Yoichi, Sae was completely in love with the older Isagi sibling. Always being more gentle and mindful of his words around (Y/n), and doing his best to show off his skills in front of her when she would watch a Re Al match. So, to nobody's surprise, Sae spent 2 weeks preparing a gift for Valentine's Day for (Y/n), something Rin wouldn't let him live down if he found out.

'Hope she likes this.' Sae thought as he finished wrapping up the plush toy he found. It was a limited edition item he saw (Y/n) eyeing for a while, so he had to be fast and get it before it was sold out.

The next day, the two met up in a nearby park to exchange the gifts and go for a stroll through Madrid later.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" The two said at the same time, presenting their gifts in front of each other.

"Huh? You got me a gift as well?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as her heartbeat quickened, earning a nod from Sae.

"Of course."

"But, White day is-"

"I don't care. I will get you a gift for Valentine's Day and White Day." Sae shrugged as (Y/n)'s face turned red.

"You... you shouldn't do that." She argued, but the redhead shook his head to her words.

"No. I want to."

"O-oh..." (Y/n) felt like her heart was about to explode as she handed Sae the chocolate. Neatly wrapped in a pink and white package with a few heart stickers here and there. Sae kept quiet as he inspected the box after handing (Y/n) the gift he got her. The girl felt her heart sink for a moment when he didn't say anything, already fearing the worst.

'The colors are probably wrong-' Her thoughts got interrupted as she saw Sae smile softly and unwrapped the gift.

'He... He doesn't mind the colors?!' She gulped, hugging the gift closer to her form, watching as he took a bite from the chocolate.

"It's not much and not a brand-named item, but I hope you like it." (Y/n) said timidly as Sae raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care. This chocolate is better than any store bought I ever had. Can you make more when you have time?" Sae wondered, eating more as (Y/n) eyes widened in surprise.

"Y-you like it?! You want me to make more?" She asked, face getting redder as her heart was close to burst out of her chest.

"Of course. You made it. Why wouldn't I like it? I love it, actually." Sae smiled at the girl. There was a silence for a moment and (Y/n) felt a few tears escape her eyes, which caused Sae to panic and move closer to see what the issue was.

"Are you alright? I am sorry. Did I say something wrong?-"

"I love you." (Y/n) sobbed out, hugging Sae tightly. The player was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and hugged her back as a small smile was formed on his face.

"Love you, too."

[icyowl]

Bluelock Cuddling headcanons

ft. Isagi, Chigiri, and Kunigami

Request: none

A/N: one of my racehorses won a race today so here’s a little gift to celebrate my good mood!

—————

Yoichi Isagi

the respectful kind

his favorite is half-cuddle — him on his back, you curled up into his side, head on his chest. Does his arm fall asleep? Absolutely. Will he stop? Never.

make his heart wobble any time you look up and about how much you like this — spending time with him, being close like this, knowing he cares about your opinion enough to ask so frequently for it.

Isagi is the kind that likes to cuddle the nights before a stressful thing. He gets to talk out his troubles and generally feel better about whatever anxieties he's got. Also, he genuinely seeks your life advice. He talks through his problems, that's who he is, and with you like this it feels like such a private time of vulnerability.

You habitually play with one another's fingers and hands. Usually it's sweet, but sometimes it devolves into thumb wars, arm wrestling, and even all out tickle battles. Sometimes he even lets you win

If he's lucky he can get you to fall asleep before he does. Reason? He likes watching you doze on him. Something about you falling asleep to the dip and rise of his chest makes him all giddy and humble at the same time.

Inevitably someone walks in on you two only to be greeted with the terror-inducing glare he pins them down with. Wake you up and they are not long for this world.

Hyoma Chigiri

the timid kind

go-to is the traditional spoon. It means you don't have to look at him and whatever embarrassment he's gotta be showing while being this close to you.

As time goes on, he starts to get almost too comfortable with it. On the phone? Playing a game? Fuckin' doing laundry? Doesn't matter. When he's lying on any bed or couch, there is a distinct bubble of space, and if you invade the bubble, you're within striking distance. His arms are nearly as fast as his legs. Chigiri will latch onto you, will pull you in, and will interrupt whatever it is you wanted to do so he can spoon you.

Rub his hand or intertwine fingers while he's got an arm draped over you and he is GONE

There have been times when he's pushed you away, and though it makes sense — he's always been the kind to close himself off, turn vile and harsh when he's hurting — it breaks you. When you're both ready to reconcile, somehow it ends with your back to his chest, his legs mixed with yours, and his warm hand holding you snug to his body.

Also likes this position because it lets him nuzzle in right on the wispy hairs at the bottom of your neck or the big vein on the side.

Turn the tables on him by flipping over in his grip and facing him head-on. It's also a nice way to get even closer to him when you've had a bad day. A kind of haven can be found in nestling under his chin. He's alright with this — it means you can't see his face and the obvious love-sick tint to his eyes.

Rensuke Kunigami

the kind that doesn't know his own strength

best likes the space-saver, aka, one person laying on top of the other. Boy doesn't care which of you is on top. He likes supporting your body or you supporting his — something about being the other person's strength makes the back of his head tingle.

first time he lays on you, he doesn't check his weight at all, just flops down. Immediately thinks he's broken you when you squeak. After that he's almost too wary about hurting you. Am I too heavy? Can you breathe okay? Do I need to get up? You can get on top if you want. Relax Kunigami, just don't fall from orbit and you'll be fine.

Icing on the cake is when you play with his hair. Dude could be angry as an ox, ready to rip someone in half, and two minutes of your fingers in his hair has him fighting to stay awake and spend time with you. What was he angry about again?

One time you fell asleep on his chest, all blissed out and comfy, only to wake up in a shiny puddle of your own drool. You were, understandably, mortified, but the embarrassment turns to affection when he casually disregards the whole thing: it's just a shirt, it'll dry.

You figured you repaid the favor when several weeks later he was one on top of you, head burrowed unceremoniously into your stomach, arms underneath your back, refusing to look up or speak. The reason revealed itself when he finally met your eyes.

Tears. Tiny sniffs too. Four words: I failed my team. That was all he said before digging his face back into your skin. It took time, and a lot of encouragement, but he did eventually snap out of the funk and even apologized for messing up your clothes. It'll dry, you said, and you shared a little snicker.

[semisgroupie]

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[cruel-hiraeth]

Ohh are you done with season 1?? I’d love to get a kae bllk recap! A Kaecap if you will! I wanna know your thots and feelings hehe

LEXI—YETH, I HAVE FINISHED! without further ado, i present:

BLUE LOCK SEASON 1 KAECAP

overall, i enjoyed the story much more than i anticipated!

i don’t care for soccer at all…or teenage boys…so i wasn’t expecting much. but—and i think this mostly is due to isagi’s personality and character development—i was quite invested from the beginning. isagi is a compelling main protagonist, and the story is so wild that he helps ground things when the supporting characters are in constant flux. it’s frustrating as a reader/viewer that as soon as you become comfortable with isagi’s team, he is forced to form a new one. but our frustration mirrors his frustration, and his excitement to improve helps move us forward with him.

some of the animation was goofy; i’m specifically thinking about the aerial shots of the boys running—it looked weird as hell. it reminded me of certain nintendo games, actually: the 3d style that’s so shitty you’d rather see it in 8-bit or 2d…idk what they were thinking with those action shots LOL.

and the shorts were CUTE! i ate them up at the end of each episode. it was nice to get a peek into the boys’ camaraderie and personalities. and—later on—i liked seeing updates on the former team z members.

now for my personal character assessment:

love list: isagi, bachira, nagi

like list: kunigami (RIP), chigiri, gagamaru, reo

shit list: igaguri, barou, rin, shidou

n/a list: everyone else

of course the character rankings are subject to change, but i personally enjoyed watching isagi, bachira, and nagi the most—although kunigami, chigiri, gaga, and reo were right behind them. the characters i dislike are either either insufferable, an asshole, or both. i know i met shidou for all of 2 minutes, but the way he spoke about kunigami made him the fastest ever addition to my shit list.

all in all, i’m looking forward to season 2!

[okkalo]

can u do a drabble/scenario with bllk boys ( nagi, baro, isagi, rin, sae and any other you’d like) where they gift their s/o hand made gifts

like i definitely think kunigami or chigiri would know how to crochet so they’d make their s/o a blanket or book cover

thankyou!! and have a great day!!

hi again!! yes i can do that :) i can definitely see chigiri doing some crochet idk about kunigami though,, he would def learn though!! anyways i hope you enjoy and have a good day!! 🫶

also on my blog scenarios and drabbles are two different things so i’m gonna assume you mean writing with no headcanons;;

characters: nagi, barou, isagi, rin, sae

nagi

honestly, nagi was not one to do crafts. he wasn’t one to do anything at all, really. the only reason he decided to do something is because he saw someone doing origami and the teacher wouldn’t let him sleep. besides, he’s heard you talk about how cute handmade gifts are, so, why not?

he ended up making a cat. a really bad cat. none of it was symmetrical and the face he drew on could give you nightmares. you were careful not to say anything about it when he handed it to you when walking home, knowing this is a once-in-lifetime opportunity.

“you made this for me?” you asked, examining the poorly folded cat. nagi hummed in agreement, hand sliding down to take yours. you made sure to give him a kiss on the cheek as a thanks.

“don’t expect another one,” he mumbled, eyes struggling to stay opened in the bright sunlight.

“i wasn’t expecting another,” you replied, giving him a small squeeze on the hand. he actually might make another one just to get another kiss on the cheek.

barou

the best you’ll get out of barou is him fixing your clothes. he’s never been one for giving gifts, especially one’s that he hand makes. he feels too stupid doing it. he’s always one to give you flowers, just never anything made from him.

however, he will absolutely fix your clothes to how you desire. lost a button? immediately sews it back on. got a rip in your shirt? fixes it like a pro.

he can also make you a piece of clothing if you beg. he would rather not, though. and don’t even think about teasing him for any of this.

you had just gotten out of the shower to retreat back to your room and you were met with the pants you had given up on sitting on your bed. you had been complaining about the button popping off, upset due to losing your favorite pair of jeans. now, suddenly, they were sitting nicely in front of you with a button. you certainly didn’t do that. you know exactly who did though.

“barou? did you fix my pants?” you ask, trudging into the living room to see him wiping down the coffee table. he barely looked up, too focused on the task at hand.

“yeah,” his gruff made you smile, skipping over to sit down next to him. you gave a sweet kiss on his cheek, hugging him afterwards as well.

“thank you.”

isagi

he saw you fanning over people making flowers out of pipe cleaners and decided to give it a go. actually enjoyed it so much that he started making more than he needed. gave you a full size bouquet at the end of the day.

your jaw dropped at the colorful pipe cleaners all bundled together to make a bouquet. you excitedly took the bouquet, flashing your boyfriend a huge smile. “isagi, i love these! did you make them all?”

he sheepishly nodded, scratching the back of his head, “yeah, i didn’t realize i made a lot until all the green pipe cleaners were gone.” his confession drew a soft laugh out of you, his cheeks tinting at the sound.

“it’s a perfect amount, thank you,” you drew him in for a kiss, him loving to feeling of your upturned lips against his.

rin

he had to hear nights worth of your gushing over small crochet plushies until he finally decided to try it out. little did he know, he was getting into a lot. absolutely struggled with the hook, muttering cusses every time something didn’t go his way.

rin, however, was not a quitter. he finally finished one, though severely disappointed with how bad it had looked. rin was also a perfectionist to heart. so, he gave it another go, this time paying attention to every small detail. finally, weeks later of hiding his project in drawers you never check, he presented you a small hello kitty plushie.

“oh my god! rin this is adorable! you seriously made this?” you squealed, immediately taking the small plush in both of your hands to examine it.

“yeah,” he spoke nonchalantly, heart secretly jumping in joy seeing you so excited for something he did. you jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling all the while.

“thank you, my sweet boyfriend,” give him an exaggerated kiss on the cheek. he loves it when you do it. don’t mind his sigh.

sae

you knew better than to expect a decent gift from the heart from sae. that didn’t stop the leap your heart did once he handed you a piece of paper saying that he drew you. your poor, poor heart.

he drew you alright. just in the worst way possible. at first you wanted to believe he actually tried but was just horrible at drawing, but the more you looked at it the more you could tell he couldn’t have given less of a shit what he drew. he watched your face changes in joy too, seeing how your excited smile turned into a weird squiggle and then to a plain frown.

“sae, you did this on purpose,” you looked up to see his smirk, your heart officially dropping.

“i think i drew you perfectly,” your whine only made him feel better. give him the cold shoulder later and he might just think about apologizing while holding you close.

unedited thanks for reading!

[ttheggrimrreaper]

Foreshadowing

Pink lock

Blue lock x reader (Fem!manager)

Masterlist

You, once again, hadn't been able to sleep that night. Tossing and turning as your mind ran in circles, until you too walked in circles around the blue lock facility.

'and what would you do without your head?'

'and for that... I am sorry'

Felena was right... What would you do without your head? Not that it mattered anyway... Your head didn't believe in your team. Your thoughts rolled and bounced off the walls of your mind. You groaned, running your fingers over your scalp. You couldn't manage a team if they didn't believe in themselves! What were you thinking!? Plus... In the end only one can win right?.... So in the end the team that you work so hard to build is going to have to rip itself apart. You weren't watching where you were going, not paying attention to a thing when you suddenly bumped into someone.... Or by the looks of it. Someone's.

"Whoa, you alright?" Someone asked, another voice just groaned tiredly. You looked up, faced with a purple eyes that shifted from you, to the snow haired boy that was on his back. You might have said something... But choose not to be in favor of your confusion.

"Umm did he get hurt?" You asked after a few moments.

"Nope, He's just hungry so I am bringing him to the cafeteria."

"Too tired to walk,,," the snow haired one mumbled before the noises of a video game continued. The purple haired boy rolling his eyes before smiling to you.

"Hi, my names Reo Mikage. And he's Nagi. I take it your one of the managers for another team?"

"Oh! Y/n L/n! And yeah.." you nodded your head, smiling back.

"Shame we're not gonna see you again" Nagi chimed in. Clearly hinting that you and your team would not make it through. "But,. If we do, we'll win anyway" Reo didn't respond to either of you, just shut up.. silently agreeing with Nagi.

"....mm." your eyes narrowed, you couldn't think of a witty response. "Well, I sincerely doubt you. But alright." You glared but turned on your heel. No more reason to talk then.

( Half an hour time skip brought to you by Chigiris hair care and Imamuras skin care routines)

You had been wanting to go down the path of connecting with Chigiri again and you had seen him go to the viewing room.. so after a while you tried to get there. When the door slide open you saw Isagi and they looked like they were having a moment, so immediately before they could look behind themselves you pinned yourself to the wall. The door closing.

'close call' you breathed out, as you scampered away. Guess that path is no go. The excitement... And suspicion of the prior events that day stopped you from going to sleep. It was kinda egsahusting... Always thinking. You had returned back to the room and grabbed the clipboard you were given on the first day... You hadn't filled anything in.

You were sitting in the cafeteria.. middle of the night. Slowly writing down notes. From the corner of your eye you spotted a tall figure walking in, who then sat in front of you but said nothing.

"Kuon, what are you doing up this late? You have a game in like... 12 hours or something?" You deadpanned. Sure you should also be resting, but you also weren't going to be playing a game.

"I could ask you the same thing" he replied. Well played Koun... Well played.

"Kuon..... Why,... Mm. Why did you apologize?" You had to pause, the words getting caught in your throat for a second. Kuon straightened before clearing his throat.

"Well.. no one can promise we ALL move forward.. so atleast for the players.. if we score enough goals one of us can move forward.. but for you girls.. it's just over."

"Well it's over for all the other players as well."

"But Atleast we have a chance to move forward even if we lose." Again, well played Kuon. They still always held hope, but you... You were screwed if they decided to give up that hope.

"I suppose.. but... Don't say things like that eck wait no scratch that." Those words were a little to pick me for your liking. Now that didn't mean they actually were, they just brought up the memories of the girls who would stand in the middle of fights and say that, "no... Keep it. I guess, what I mean is...even if one member of the team is losing hope, then it's like losing a finger. You can still function! It's just harder." You shrugged hoping you made sense. He just nodded, not verbally confirming anything.

Kuon reached forward and spun your clipboard around so he could read it. "Keeping track of our favorite people to pass top?" He lifted his gaze back to you.

"Well yeah,.. it helps the team out as a whole. Then I can try to pair you guys up with different people so you can also feel confident in passing to others."

"Smart...." Kuon sighed as he got up, running a hand over his hair. "Y/n.... I hope you make it through." And then he left you there... Again leaving you lost.

'hope? Hope. Hope. Hope. Hope. hope' that word replayed in your head until you finally fell asleep... Hope. A word you had been counting on, a word you trusted. But now it was simply.... Confusing.

(Time skip brought to you by Igarashi sleeping)

"Alrighty! That should wrap up practice for today! Good job guys!" You smiled as you offered a thumbs up, the boys smiling at your praise. Although you were well rested now.. the words of Kuon still haunted you.

"Hello there Diamonds in the rough." Ego appeared on the big screen, all eyes on him. And God.,, what he was eating looked amazing... "Yup.. sauce and mayo make the perfect combo" way to rub it bud.. way to rub it in. "So.. the sixth round just finished. Here are the results and the table." Suddenly. A table appeared. You quickly scanned for your team. Feeling the anxiety build up as you saw your rank... 4th.

"If we don't win against team w we're so fucked," rei piped up from behind you, you nodded, hand tightening around the hem of your shirt. You were so so screwed.

"Here's the spice, your player rankings are being adjusted by your achievements and play so far. Managers, yours are being based on how connected you are with the team throughout the day." Her spoke through his noodle, waving the chopsticks. "As strickers , you must prove your worth with goals" you heard the chime of rankings changing. Still... 72nd. Of course, nothing changed.

"76th!? What the hell!?' Fumiko shouted, glaring at Ego who just sluppered up more noodles.

"Don't get mad at me, you barley talk to the team. Anyway, the more valuable your goals the higher your ranking. It's you.,, Isagi Yoichi" ego continued, you looked to Isagi who was sitting on the side lines drinking water, gasping at his number. As the boys gasped you smiled. Valuable goals.. he found a goal no one else could see. That made him, the biggest diamond here. "Managers. As you know, the first thing to bring a stiker is to find the weapon, but to succeed as a striker, you must polish it and improve it. Make it stand out. Can anyone make any examples?" It was clear he was speaking to you four.

"Lionel Messi. Unique and graceful speed dribbling, like ba.., Ba something over there." Fumiko waved over in Bachira direction,

"Bachira," you said for her.

"Yeah whatever, point is. It's so fast and unique it makes him a top player." She waved her hand, dismissing you.

Ego set down his bowl as he nodded."each player has a different weapon. So naturally, you each have a different way to polish it. How are you going to turn that zero into a one? Then multiply that one into ten? Find your one of a kind play." He paused. Almost as though it was over. "I am sure it has now become know that Team Z, has one to many managers. This is due to funding issues. Someone's parents invested in the program, which in turn got their daughter in, shame she was kicked on the first day. That being said, there is no longer room for the fourth manger. From now Until the next game, managers. You will be taking a exam that is built around media presents of the team. No matter how good a player is, if one rumor builds up too much, it could be fatal to their career." And then he logged off the screen showing the count down between now and the next game with team w.

"... Well fuck." You said, the boys looking to you, which, have you a giant ego boost. You were so connected with them, that they all looked to you before the others. Fumiko groaned and Keiko and Rei held onto each other. "I suppose I better get to that exam then..." You said, slowly walking out. Signs pointed you to the 'exam room'.really it was just a locked room with computers.

(Time skip brought to you by Nagi snoring.)

'Raichi Jingo has said something inappropriate and fans are upset. Write his apology statement:' it appeared that the statement didn't want Raichi to actually be sorry, well who did in money making, you of course had to apologize for him. You rubbed your eyes as you typed,, you would have to do this every time one of the team got into this situation,,, holy fucking shit. You thought you had hell figured out, until this was introduced, atleast it was the last question., and it was 11 p.m.... god your sleep schedule was so screwed, almost as screwed as you would be if you didnt beat team w! Haha hardy har har.., help us lord. You sighed, submitting it as you got up and stumbled out, for the first time in nights. You had no problem falling asleep.

Episode 12

[byalexisness]

☆my pain will only go away when you are mine☆

Rin Itoshi x gn! reader

content warning: yandere themes, heavy jealousy, detailed methods of torture (in Rin's head, for his 'enemy'), manipulation, toxic friendship, slight degradation (slut, whore, harlot, idiot), pet name ('pet'), slapping, sadistic tendencies if you squint.

"but, Rin..." you tried saying, but his harsh glare was more than enough to shut you up instantly.

the way his teal eyes bore daggers into yours, as if he was staring right through you, made you shiver. it's like you weren't even there, like he was staring at the wall behind you.

"quiet." he said coldly and kept his glare on you.

you really couldn't wrap your mind around what you did wrong? why was your boy bestfriend so angry at you? you couldn't understand, and he knew it.

he analyzed your face and, by the way your brows furrowed confused and your lips formed a slight pout gave it away. that you were clueless about the pain you caused him.

oh, but of course you couldn't understand.

how could someone so innocent and adorable as you understand his sick, twisted mind?

you looked completely adorable, so small and fragile, pinned against the wall, squirming under his cruel grasp.

in reality, you didn't do anything. intentionally, at least.

all you did was hang around your newest friend, Isagi, neglecting him while you were at it.

even at practice, the way you were patiently waiting for him to finish while chatting with Isagi, his hand so close to touching yours while you smiled and chuckled at his every joke.

it made Rin's blood boil.

it brought out his most sick and twisted thoughts, his animalistic instincts driving him mad. he wanted to do unspeakable things to that bastard for daring to even breathe next to you.

Rin felt his brow twitch at the memory of what happened earlier today. the way you jumped in Isagi's arms when he brought you your favorite candy bar, your arms wrapping tightly around his torso and he hugged you back, resting his chin on the top of your head. just like you do with him.

and you did it with another man.

right before his eyes.

Rin felt his head spinning as the thoughts of what he wanted to do to Isagi in that moment filled his mind yet again. he wanted to rip you away from the boy's arms and rip his hands out for daring to touch you.

pull his hair strands one by one and watch him suffer. cut deep through him with his pocket knife, stab him countless times to let all of his anger out. there's nothing the younger Itoshi wanted to hear more in that moment than Isagi cry and beg for mercy, only for Rin to not stop and torture him more and more, until suffers a slow and painful death.

he chuckled slightly at the thought, but his eyes were still blankly staring into your soul, making you shiver in fear as he pressed your wrists tighter against the wall.

"Rin..." you winced out in pain as your teary eyes stared back into his, begging for him to loosen his merciless grip. "...i-it hurts." you sounded so pathetic, your voice cracking.

oh, how much he loved seeing you like this. so helpless under him. only him.

"you know, i never imaginer my best friend to be such a filthy, stupid slut." he blurted out, his voice annoyed and cruel. his words cut deep into your heart and you felt tears flow down your cheeks at them as you looked at him shocked.

"...w-what?"

"throwing yourself over every guy you see, ain't you? am i not enough for you anymore?" the taller boy spoke coldly, fully aware of how his words affected you. he grabbed your chin with his free hand.

"w-what do you mean...?" you asked, looking at him, hurt plastered all over your face.

"i mean exactly what i said. you think it's funny, don't you? being all over Isagi because he brought you a fucking candy bar, huh?" he snarled, clearly pissed off at your actions. "i guess it's to be expected from such a worthless whore."

"w-wha..." you wanted to ask again but he quickly hushed you by pressing his hand over your mouth, glaring at you.

"quiet. i am speaking, you are listening. i'm so sick of stupid harlots like you. you aren't allowed to be near anyone except me." he spoke harshly and, when your eyes filled with tears again, fear visible in your pretty orbs, Rin flashed a smirk. "you are mine. only mine. got that?"

you didn't answer, your body shaking in terror. that made him click his tongue, glaring at you. the hand previously on your mouth was now raised, and its contact agains made you cry in pain.

"tsk, idiot. when you are asked something, you answer. so, i repeat. did you get that?" a small growl erupted from his chest and you nodded fearfully. "good pet, such a good pet. do you know how much it hurts me? how much pain i feel when you throw yourself over that fucking bastard?"

you shook your head, afraid of not being slapped again. you've never seen this side of Rin—the sick, twisted glint in his eyes.

"of course you don't know. stupid sluts don't think." he chuckled meanly and slapped you again, even if you didn't do anything. "now tell me, my good pet...who do you belong to?"

the question made your heart sink in your stomach, anxiety filling you. you took too long and Rin raised his hand again, making you gasp and widen your eyes.

"y-you! you!" the word came out your throat shakily as you felt like throwing up from the pure terror.

"good. that's what i want to hear, my lovely slut. you are mine. and don't you dare forget that." his serious, cold stare told you this wasn't a sick joke.

Rin was serious.

and he won't ever allow anyone else to touch you again.

his pain would only go away if you were there, next to him, always near him. that's where you belong, after all.

[nevvynev]

DIXIE BOY

contents: established relationship, !bandsingerreader, !proplayeryoichi

a/n: I think it’s mostly a given fact that we all know Isagi isn’t afraid to badmouth someone, so I think that he’s the same way when it comes to being protective over his girlfriend. Then there’s you, like him, sweet and outgoing, but you aren’t afraid to get into it for your man either.

“Five minutes! Five minutes till showtime!”

You sighed as you adjusted your hair in the mirror, looking yourself over one last time before you and your band, Phantom Echo, went on. You were slightly startled at a sudden notification from your phone, a smile crawling to your face as you realized it was from your boyfriend, Yoichi.

Your heart gave a flutter as you read over the text a few times, your smile only growing in size. He always knew just what to say to calm your nerves, or just make you happy. You’ve been with Yoichi for a few years now, having grown up together and realizing your feelings for one another when he left Japan to play for Bastard. You hearted the message before turning your phone off and slipping it back into your purse, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you gripped on the microphone in hand. You got into formation in the front, giving your drummer a thumbs up as the curtains drew back.

The stage lights beamed down on you as you smiled widely to the crowd, waving out at them. You and your band were well known, playing in this venue every weekend, and there was always new and old faces in the crowd, but no one mattered as much as one familiar face did. There Isagi stood in the front row, beaming at you as if you’d hung the stars. It wasn’t often where he came to your shows due to his soccer schedule taking priority, but when he could, he made sure to support you front and center.

“Hello Japan!” Your voice rung out through the microphone, as cheers and shouts echoed throughout the venue. “I’m Y/N, and this is Phantom Echo!” One the words left your lips, your band ripped into song as they did every concert, and as you sung and danced, everything felt easy and you lost yourself in the music. Your band was known more for your upbeat and sweeter songs, afterall, you were a sweet person, of course your songs reflected that. It was the last song of the night when you saw—her. Your eyes widened as you watched as a girl, long black hair, dolled up face, leaning a little too close—flirting with your Yoichi.

Your grip on your microphone tightened, a hot unfamiliar feeling twisted in your gut. You never felt like this before, and you sure as hell didn’t like it. Was this…jealously? You knew other women had the hots for Yoichi, you knew what you were getting into when you dated a celebrity. But this was different, you were seeing this first hand. You weren’t one to get possessive, but seeing that girl bat her lashes at Yoichi while he laughed—laughed!— had your blood boiling. Your heart was pounding as you turned to the band, e/c eyes darkening in a way they’ve never seen before. “Change of plans.” You muttered into the microphone, a smirk crawling on your face. “Let’s try something different? A new song, one you’ve never heard before.” You hummed, tapping your foot against the ground. “Let’s do Dixie boy.”

Your band shot you confused looks, while your drummer shrugged and you turned as they began to play. As you turned back to the crowd, it was as if you were a completely different person. Your eyes glaring into the girl as she continued to flirt with Yoichi, unaware of the storm brewing on stage.

“I know you’ve got desires on my man,

see you givin’ him the eye,

and I don’t like what I see,

And I know you don’t wanna get into it with me…”

The lyrics, the band playing behind you, everything was different from how you usually play, and it seemed as though the crowd understood that with their silence, staring up at you in curiosity. The girl didn’t seem to be paying attention just yet, and that’s what seemed to have pissed you off the most. “‘Cause like a soldier defense his land,

well I stand up, I get up, I defend my man.”

Your voice was a mixture of sweetness and venom, each word dripping with possessiveness. Yoichi, bless his heart, seemed to finally realize your hand in tone, and his eyes widened as he finally noticed the fact that you were practically glaring into his soul, and if looks could kill, the girl next to him would already be dead.

“So don’t make me ask you twice….’Cause I asked

you once and I asked you nice, keep your damn

hands off my, Dixie Boy. Oh-oh-oh-oh.”

You practically growled the words into the microphone, slowly approaching the edge of the stage. The crowd cheered loudly, not knowing the absolute war that was going on in your head. You let the words linger in the air, grinning as the girl finally caught your eye and recoiled slightly. Yoichi shifted uncomfortably in his spot. His smile now gone, replaced by a slight blush creeping up his neck. While he had no idea what was going on, he could sense the tension—he always could.

You took a moment, allowing your voice to soften as you delivered the next line with an almost mocking sweetness. “Well he’s sweet, isn’t he? But I’m sorry, ladies, he belongs to me.” The girl was shrinking even further now, no longer leaning in, no longer laughing, it was as if she realized the danger she put herself in. “My Dixie Boy, oh-oh-oh-oh…

Well, he’s fine, but get in line,

‘Cause he’s mine…He’s mine, all mine, all mine.”

Yoichi swallowed, his eyes practically shining as he stared up at you. He’d never seen you like this before, and it caused something to stir within him, he absolutely loved this side of you. You could tell too, given the almost lovesick smile he was giving you. Your chest swelled with a mixture of pride and satisfaction, but you weren’t done yet. Not when that girl was still showing her face, not while she was still standing next to Yoichi.

“Well, I know the way that you girls operate,

so keep your hands to yourself,

and your eyes on your own plate…”

You trailed off, glaring into her eyes as you moved to the edge of the stage, sitting down and throwing your leg over the other. You grinned, and while it looked oh so sweet, it showed exactly what you were thinking—back off.

“It’s not nice to stare, don’t make me come over there.” You hissed into the microphone, leaning into it with a biting edge. “‘Cause ladies, I’m a lady.

But please understand,

when it comes to my boy,

I will fight like a man.”

You let the lyrics flow, almost effortlessly now. You were a lady, but tonight definitely made you realize something about yourself, you really didn’t like other girls flirting with Yoichi. There was no question, you would fight and you would destroy.

“For the Apple of my eye, my pride and joy!”

Finally the song hit its final chorus, and you stood up from your seat on the edge of the stage. As you sung, you walked back to the middle, your hips swaying and a finger playing in your hair as your voice lowered into a sweet whisper. “I’m a lover, not a fighter, and I don’t wanna have to get rough.

Just warning you ahead of time, I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff.” You held the note out, your head thrown back. The crowd was more restless than ever now, screaming, howling and clapping along with the song. But you, with your fierce energy, was beyond them by now. You had made your point. “So keep your damn hands off my Dixie boy, oh-oh-oh-oh.

Well, he’s sweet, yes indeed, but Back off, hands off, ‘cause he’s sweet on me.” You watched as the girl began to slowly back away from the stage, your eyes glaring into hers as a wide grin stretched on your face—not yet.

“Well he’s fine but get in line. Tell you one more time, the boy is mine!” Your high note filled the venue as you held the note, raising your hand in the air as you prolonged the note. Your eyes were squeezed closed as you truly felt the music, and for once, you truly thought this was your best performance ever. As you lowered your hand, you pointed it at Yoichi, finishing off the song.

“He’s mine, mine, mine. Mine, all mine, all mine.”

As your bassist strummed the last note, you beamed as you heard the loud cheering from the crowd. You panted heavily, pushing your hair out of your face as you bowed to the crowd. “Thank you! And goodnight!” As you and your band waved to the crowd as the curtains closed, your band members surrounded you with praise. You could still feel the adrenaline in your veins, you’d never done something like that before, but you loved it.

As you guys began to settle down and ponder what you wanted to dinner, someone entered the backstage. Yoichi. You turned to greet your boyfriend, but didn’t get the chance to as he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened slightly before you melted into it, throwing your arms around his neck and only pulling away when you needed to breathe. “I’m guessing you liked the concert?” You giggled, e/c eyes searching his.

His grin widened and he sounded breathless as he chuckled, “I loved it. And I love you.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to yours nose. You beamed up at him, a flush coating your cheeks and you nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you too…Dixie Boy.”

a/n: I’ve been thinking about writing this for a week now. I’ve been listening to Dixie Boy by April Smith and it came to me. I first heard the song years ago but then heard it again last month, and thought “wow…now I can write so why not write about my favorite song?” so yeah. I hope you guys enjoy!! If you have any request for future stories pls let me know!