#striker x yn

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(Tumblr kicked me out in the middle of me writing this ask I'm so sorry if you receive this twice 😭)

I JUST READ YOUR STRIKER HEADCANONS AND IM DROOLING RN

I think he likes it when you make him fight for it sometimes. He likes the power struggle. Wrestle with him in bed, make him hold you down, make him tie your wrists together to keep you from flipping him over. If he wants to dom you, make him earn it.

Also? Heavy on the gunplay. It's never loaded of course and you have a safeword should you ever need it, but seeing that little twinge of fear in your eyes when you realize you can't keep fighting him, he won, you're powerless, AND he has a gun pressed against your temple? Delicious. Makes him feel strong.

Could I maybe request something like this?

yes oh my god this is literally what i was thinking when i made those hcs NONNIE U READ MY MIND ♥️

🥀Cw: smut, a bit of fluff, established relationship/consent, reader is gn but there is one use of m'am/sir, powerplay, scratching, biting, gun kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

you collapse against the bed as striker pins you down, beating you easily in yet another wrestling match. the mattress dips from your combined weight, and striker used the opportunity to lean down, whispering against your neck. the combination of thefeeling of his breath ticking your sensitive skin and his raspy voice makes you shjver. "aww, how sweet," striker coos, mockingly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "did ya really think y'could beat me, poppet?" you squirm beneath him, his hips planted firmly above you with his thighs caging you in place. you buck your hips upwards, eliciting a hiss from striker as you grind against his prominent buldge. his tail rattles slightly, curling up around your thigh as, with one hand, he grabs you wrists and pins them down above your head.

"fucking brat," striker spat, using his free hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. his cowboy hat tipped forward, falling of his head as he leaned down to kiss you messily. you giggle when the hat falls to the side, but the giggle soon melts into a moan as striker grinds down against you. "fuck, doll, look what you do t'me.." striker murmurs against your lips, and you let him slip his tongue into the cavern of your mouth as the hand on your face travels down to your neck.

suddenly, with all your might, you push up against him, attempting to flip him over onto his back. striker lets out a throaty chuckle, tsking when you whine out his name. "y'wanna be on top, sugar? too damn bad," his voice transcends into a growl as he makes quick work of your pants and undergarments. he pulls apart from you to quickly undress himself, and while you remove your top, you also use the time to admire his toned body. "like what ya see?" striker smirks, crawling on top of you again, his hands finding purchase on your supple thighs. he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze before gently teasing your entrance with a finger. "y'ready?" he asks, his voice adopting a softer, serious tone. "if ya want to stop, we always can." you smile, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to your needy hole. "i know, striker. and i know what i want- i want you, and i want you to touch me." the corner of his mouth twitches, fighting off a crazed grin. "y'really are such a doll, y'know that?" striker whispers huskily, plunging a finger into you. you gasp at the pleasurable intrusion, soon accompanied by a second finger as he stretches you out.

"o-oh! ffuck-" you gasp, keening as he curls his fingers with mind numbing accuracy. striker brushes your hair out of your eyes, watching your face twist in pleasure as you pant. he can feel you practically sucking in his fingers, and a sudden idea strikes him. "open up," striker commands, grabbing his gun from the bedside table. your hole clenches around his fingers and you throb at the sight of the weapon. without hesitation you open your mouth, drool pooling on the edge of your lips as he shoves the gun into your mouth. you gasp, shocked by the cold sensation of the metal against your tongue. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, the coil in your abdomen squeezing tighter by the second.

suddenly, striker pulls his hand away, relishing in the muffled, needy whimper that slips past your lips. "aw, d'worry poppet," he chuckles, pumping his cock a few times before aligning himself with your hole. "i'd never leave ya unsatisfied". striker thrusted in slowly, watching as your aching hole swallows his cock in a vice-like grip. "o-oh!" you gasp airily, thighs clamping around his waist as you claw down his back. striker begins to move, slowly but surely thrusting into you as you adjust to his size. it takes everything in him not to loose all restraint and fuck you senseless, especially with the way your moaning his name like a prayer. your hole was tightening around him and your wanton moans grew louder and louder, signifying that you were close.

you clench around him impossibly tight, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "striker- oh fuucnghh-" you gasp, your words muffled by the gun stil in your mouth as the coil in your abdomen snaps. your mind went perfectly blank as you ride out your high, striker cursing up a storm as his orgasm follows immediately after you. he pulls out, spilling his seed onto your stomach and chest.

striker gently pulls the gun from your mouth as you come down from your euphoric high, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes and gently massaging your sore jaw.

"y'okay, bubs?" striker asked, gently cupping your face as he collapses beside you. "mhm," you murmur, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose. "just a lil' tired..." striker chuckles at your reply, gently kissing your forehead. suddenly, an idea struck you, and you crawl on top of him. striker watches you with amusement as you straddle him, his teeth glinting in the moonlight streaming in from outside your window.

"not too tired for round two, i see," striker snarks, and you shush him. "if you want to cum, then i suggest you stop talking," you reply, and striker swallows hard. "yes m'am/sir," he whispers, wetting his lips as you grind down against him. "i promise i'll behave," he murmurs, eyes glistening with lust as his hands travel to grip your thighs. "we'll see about that," you reply, already knowing your in for a long night.

I HAD TO HYPE MYSELF UP FOR THIS ONE 😭 this will probably have a pt2 w sub striker cuz i cant resist the opportunity- sorry i haven't posted in like a week ive been fighting demons (anxiety and burnout 😭) but i really wanted to finish this! i have a few more wips that will be posted soon, and im considering adding marvel/the mcu to the list of fandoms i write for cuz ive been falling back into my marvel phase lmao. ANYWAYSSSS I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!!

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figured out ! (social media au)

sam kerr x spanish!reader

summary: after a phenomenal performance in the 2023 world cup, reader moves to chelsea where she quickly strikes up a connection with a certain australian striker.

faceclaim : alexia putellas (2 posts) & nathalie björn (rest of the au).

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youruser still can’t believe this is real life. no words right now. MUNDO CAMPEONAS !!!! 🥇🇪🇸🇪🇸

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ynfan1 SO DESERVED !!!

ynfan2 BEST PLAYER AT THE WORLD CUP OMGGG

spainfan1 MUNDO CAMPEONASSSSSS 😭😭

jennihermoso 🧱🧱🧱

ynfan3 you were amazing the whole tournament! so proud of you 🤍

aitanabonmati noia estrella ⭐️

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barclayswsl after her phenomenal performance at this years women’s world cup, it has been reported that multiple clubs have shown interest in spanish defender yn yln, including: arsenal, vfl wolfsburg, atlético madrid and chelsea. where do you think she’ll end up?

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ynfan1 any club would be so lucky to have her! so glad she’s finally being spoken about.

arsenalfan1 PLS PLS PLS ARSENAL

chelseafan1 yn and millie on the same team would be a dream 😭

ynfan2 but i wanted her to stay at levante :(

ynfan3 she’s wasting her potential there. definitely needs to go to a bigger club.

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chelseafcw offically a blue! welcome to the club @/youruser. the colour suits you. 😉.

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ynfan1 WE WONN !!

ynfan2 arsenal were right there .....

chelseafan1 dream come true!

chelseafan2 never seen her play before, is she good?

ynfan2 AMAZING!

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youruser first training session with the blues completed ✅

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zeciramusovic first of many!

ynfan1 the chelsea badge looks so good on you !!!

ynfan2 imagine playing at spain for three years and then having to get used to english weather 😭

ynfan3 the neck warmer and gloves oh she’s struggling 😭😭

silvialloriss :(

ashley_lawrence10 💙💙💙

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chelseafcw first start for our newcomer. rate her performance out of 10!

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ynfan1 129394/10

chelseafan1 what a signing!

chelseafan2 the reason we kept a clean sheet today 1000%

johannakaneryd 10! ☺️

ynfan2 more starts PLEASE

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youruser settling in well!

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mbrighty04 sisterrr 🫂

ynfan1 you look so good in blue !!!!

ynfan2 aww i love howv quickly she's fit in

ynfan3 need a goal and a badge tap next game to keep me sane

chelseafan1 transfer season done right.

_jesslcarter 💙💙💙

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kerrupdates sam today during the chelsea vs everton match. her two goals made it 4-0 for chelsea!

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kerrfan1 absolute baller

matildasfan1 imagine having sam kerr play for your club and country ... i am so lucky.

kerrfan2 did anyone see sam and yn after the match???

kerrfan3 what happened?

kerrfan2 they were hanging onto eachother and whispering to themselves, giggling together they looked really cozy.

chelseafan1 so? that's what friends do .

kerrfan2 i'm just saying.....

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ynupdates yn spotted with chelsea teammate sam kerr out and about today!

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ynfan1 ONG ????!

ynfan2 wait …. what ????

kerrfan1 omg i love them already.

kerrfan2 i don’t know, i think people are reading into this too much.

ynfan3 swear they’re literally holding hands in the first pic ?? how could we be reading into this?

chelseafan1 i ship it !!!

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kerrupdates 'just friends' right sam?

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was meant to be longer but of course tumblr has a silly 30 image per post limit. would be open to a part 2 if any of you would like it?

[lalunanymph]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑

𖨆♡𖨆 itoshi rin x fem!reader x itoshi sae

✧˚ · . a tornado meeting a hurricane, a wild flame catching onto dry straw—that was how it felt like to love the both of them: disastrous.

✧˚ · . cw. love triangles, sae is 27 / rin is 25 / yn is 24, cheating (w. rin), established relationship (w. sae), explicit smut, degradation (w. rin), dubcon (w. rin), stalking (rin), unprotected s[e]x (w. rin), language, tension, family dynamics, mentions of food, toxic relationship dynamics

dawn says: a reupload !! hopefully this permanently stays in the tags askdjf enjoy <33

masterlist | playlist

#1 — A BACKWARDS DANCE

The ticking clock overhead mimicked the nervous bumps of your heart as the atmosphere around the Itoshi dining table remained frigid. 

Despite Mrs. Itoshi’s efforts to keep the conversation going (Hana—she told you to call her Hana), the hard block of tension icing over the two grown men in the centre of the fold could’ve cut anyone’s efforts short. Sae was picking at his kare dish, listlessly nodding whenever his mother tried to poke more information about Spain out of him. Sometimes, he would reach underneath the table to take your hand, squeezing it—a silent reassurance that this will be over soon, baby, okay?   

But, funnily enough, it wasn’t your boyfriend who was contributing this level of unease throughout dinner.  

Sae was a perfect angel tonight (well, as perfect as one could get).

He remembered his manners, treated his parents with respect, did not turn the wrath of his apathy on them and even helped his mother to set the table while waving you off to catch up on the 7 o’clock news with his father on the sofa. 

The reason why this delicate balance of comfort this entire evening threatened to tip towards outright edgy nastiness was because of one dark-haired striker glaring at you from across the table.

Sae’s little brother, himself: a glaring and uncommunicative Itoshi Rin. 

Your friends did tell you that meeting the family for the first time would be awkward, but was it this uncomfortable?   

Despite your thin blouse and skirt, you felt stuffy and itchy all over; one hot gust was enough to make you break out in sweat like a sinner in church. You tried to be nice to Rin; asked him about his progress in Blue Lock, encouraged his sharing on his victories on the field (while pinching Sae’s thigh so the elder Itoshi would not make a nasty remark which would boil over this unbearable tension—and wisely, he kept his mouth shut). 

But, all your efforts were in vain. 

Rin would give you one syllable retorts or grunts, never peeling his glare from his slowly congealing kare. Even Hana had noticed and with the patience of a martyr, tried to worm out what was bothering her youngest. You could see how much she loved Rin; those teal irises she passed on to her sons would soften, and she would ask him about how hard his training was; if he was happy with his friends and working hard at the facility. 

Oh, yes. It was winter now, and the clubs were closed to prepare for football season in the early summer. You had halfway forgotten.

“I had a friend who used to manage a training facility,” you tried to gain a foot into the conversation. Sae’s shoulders suddenly tensed, as if preparing for a fight. If you had an iota of self-awareness, you would’ve noticed how the older brother’s eyes flashed towards the younger, a wordless warning to be fucking nice to you. “She loved it so much and spends every weekend there. Have you ever considered opening up your own training club, Rin-kun?” 

For a moment, he didn’t reply. Rin slid his sullen glare from his food to you, and your heart made a weird, constricting movement somewhere above your knotted stomach. You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath. 

Those cool, aquamarine eyes appraised you with barely concealed disinterest, though unlike his older brother’s natural apathetic appearance, Rin could not quite hide the flickering flame of anger behind the stoic facade. It made you want to curl upon yourself—hide your face in Sae’s shoulder until he told you it was safe to come out.

The tablecloth rustled for a moment, and Rin winced. The hostility soon clouded over, and a neutral sort of detachment took its place. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, using the tines of his fork to poke a limp carrot. “If football wasn’t so demanding. Yeah.” 

At least he had uttered five more words to you than before. You counted it as progress.

Rin’s animosity aside, the entire dinner with Sae’s family was lovely. His father was good-natured enough to jab a few jokes, and his mother was a complete sweetheart with how much she doted on everyone at the table.

Only one person did not give you his full approval, and you desperately wanted to earn it. 

His acceptance would mean you and Sae were right for each other; that this relationship was worth pursuing and sticking to in the long haul. Granted, Sae and you have only been dating for a year, but you really could see yourself going the distance with the famous midfielder.

But, maybe, Rin probably thought you were with Sae for his money. 

This wouldn’t be the first time. 

Though your relationship was not yet public, you could foresee the SNS pages not-so-subtly hinting at your poorer background as a sports physiotherapist who had managed to sink her talons into Japan’s football prodigy. 

It was unfair, but a completely plausible reason why Rin was treating you coldly.

With that thought in mind, you waited until your boyfriend and his parents were in the living room watching a movie before joining the youngest Itoshi in the kitchen to help wash up the dishes. 

While you were bemoaning Rin’s disdain for you, what you didn’t know was that Rin could not stand being in the same room as them—as those fucking pacifiers. 

Despite how his parents knew what Sae had done to him; how the older man had intentionally ruined their entire sibling relationship, they still decided it was a good idea to spring this dinner on him the very second he entered their house. 

Idiots. Rin squeezed too much soap onto the sponge and started to scrub his mother’s fancy strictly-for-guests cutlery roughly. Not only did they tell him at the last minute that Sae was coming for dinner, but they also conveniently forgot to mention that he was bringing his girlfriend along. 

His girlfriend who was far prettier than that asshole deserved; whose vanilla perfume engulfed him the second you stepped close enough to give him an awkward one-arm hug.

He couldn’t get rid of the memory of how your pretty eyes sparkled whenever his father told a joke, or how softly you glanced at Sae everytime that fucking bastard opened his fucking mouth.

You were too good; too pure for someone as undeserving as Itoshi Sae. 

“Rin?” 

He almost dropped the plate he was holding. Thanking his fast reflexes, Rin tightened his hold on the delicate porcelain and turned around to find you hovering hesitantly by the doorway. 

“I thought you could use some help.”

Before he even had the chance to open his mouth to crisply tell you that he had it under control, you padded over, grabbing one fluffy white cloth and picking up a mug to wipe it down. 

“It’s fine,” he gruffly muttered, fully expecting you to come to your senses and turn around in embarrassment with an excuse that you had to go back to Sae.

But, you didn’t do any of that.

Rin’s ears pricked with the sound of your tinkling laughter. He turned to face you and it was a huge mistake.

Your smile was purity in itself, shining brightly with your effervescent personality that drew him in like a moth to a flame. He raked his eyes down the dip of your collarbone (how did Sae even allow you to dress this provocatively in front of his little brother?) and drank in your plush thighs jiggling slightly from the high stockings you wore which just touched the hem of your miniskirt. 

I’m going to fucking kill him for putting her in front of me. 

“You know, Sae always did say you were a little, um… different.”

At the mention of his nii-chan’s name, Rin calmed the ridiculous thudding in his heart enough to shoot you an unimpressed grimace. “I take it he means something offensive?”

“No, no,” you retorted hastily, and impulsively reached out to touch his arm. Rin hated how that simple motion got his cock twitching in his pants, and he involuntarily jerked back, sloshing soap suds onto the counter. You gasped softly and reached for a cloth the same time he did. 

Your fingertips grazed the other and you hastily retracted your hand, unaware of how hot your face was growing. It felt like a spark had gone off between the both of you, and you were incredulous to discover blood roaring in your ears; your heart thudding a mile a minute.

Rin fell into a thick disquiet, returning back to the dishes. You scrambled to pick up the cloth, steadying your heartbeat and trying to pretend like these last few seconds never even happened. Perhaps you should try again.

“He meant it in a way that you’re special.” 

Whatever he expected you to say, it was not this. Rin stopped his methodical scrubbing, and glanced at you from under those glossy dark green bangs falling in his face. An irrational urge overtook you to brush those stray strands from his eyes, and you almost did. 

Almost reached out to sweep them away so casually you had to catch yourself from acting out on that impulse. 

Almost crossed a huge line when it came to your boyfriend’s little brother. 

The butterflies in your belly quickly became warning chimes. 

Rin’s presence itself set you on edge; like a predator to prey, you wondered when he would sink his jaws into you. Tell you that he knew the only reason you were with his brother was because you were attracted to the yen signs and not the man behind them. 

You could not bear to handle such an accusation from someone this familiar with Sae. 

The potential backlash from tabloids were one thing (you would never pay them any mind), but if Sae’s otouto himself deemed you were nothing but a money-hungry gold digger, you would never get over the utter dismay of not being fully accepted into the Itoshi family. 

So, you waited with your hands clenched around the soft cloth. Waited for him to throw you a harsh word or shatter his judgement into your face. 

You never anticipated what he would say next.

 “You’re too good for him.” 

Something deflated in your chest, making you curl forward and hunch yourself like a frightened animal. Rin’s words echoed in your mind like you were standing under a roaring waterfall, clogging your ears up with cold disbelief of the implications behind such a treacherous observation. 

There was nothing you could do but chuckle uneasily, shrugging your shoulders.

“I like to think I don’t deserve him.”

“No.” 

This time, the frustration was evident in his tone. “You’re nice. You’re smart, kind and funny. What the fuck are you doing with a man like him? You can do so much better.”

He dried his hands off and perched those large, veiny palms on the edge of the damp counter, peering at you with those piercing teal eyes you were halfway drowning in. Your throat felt like it was closing on itself, and the utterly heavy realisation that set in far too late shook you to the core. 

Rin… wanted you. 

He wanted you. 

You were sure of it. 

Those half-hooded eyes, the parted mouth. You had only ever seen that familiar expression on your boyfriend’s face. 

Like someone had thrown ice-cold water into your face, you took one step back; though you were positively sure he could not miss the way your pulse was rapidly ticking like a trapped hummingbird against your flushed neck. 

Rin did not corner you nor call you to come back. 

He simply let you mumble an excuse and high-tail it out of the kitchen. Later, when he was finally done with the dishes, he stepped out to an empty living room and his mother’s inscrutable gaze.

“Sae and Y/N have gone home,” she declared, standing up and smoothing her skirt. “I take it you were nice to the poor girl? You know how much she means to your brother.”

She does? 

Rin had barely noticed Sae’s presence at the table. 

“I was nice,” he murmured defensively. Then, he let curiosity overtake him. “Is she returning to Spain with him?” 

Hana hummed, running a hand through her silver-streaked reddish brown hair and shrugged. “She’s staying behind, I think. Sae didn’t mention anything about her following.”

His mother would never know how much her words ignited such a strong fixation in him to track you down and finish what you both started. As much as the world saw him as Itoshi Sae’s little brother, he had forged a name for himself beyond the association to his brother’s lukewarm prodigy status, becoming a formidable foe on the field.

And subsequently, someone with a ton of contacts. 

He would find you, and he would make you admit the inevitable truth—that what you both felt in that little kitchen was not as unreciprocated as you would’ve liked to believe.

Ever since your encounter with Rin, you felt as if the air was humming with an inevitable storm. 

Its electric presence clung to the tips of your hair, a slight tremble in your fingers whenever a tall, dark-haired man appeared in your periphery. Sometimes, you would find yourself doing a double take at the familiar stranger and harp on your own stupidity. 

Rin wasn’t serious, you tried to persuade yourself. He’s just testing me to see if I’m true to Sae. 

And you were. You loved your boyfriend with every beat of your heart. You showed it to him through consistent calls and texts now that he was back in Spain. Sae’s presence was marked in your constant soft smiles and eager heart which yearned for him to come back. He had a match tonight and like a good girlfriend, you told him you would be watching it from home. 

Massaging your neck, you tried to ease out the kinks as you closed your shop for the day. As a physiotherapist, your expertise was sought out near and wide for giving mobility back to the people who needed it. Most of your clientele were athletes, which was how you were introduced to Sae when he came in for a sore hamstring. 

The world outside was quiet, streetlamps casting their orange glow on the rain slickened pavements. Your mind was working on autopilot, a constant hum of dishes, Netflix and mid-week laundry stringing in between your thoughts with the reminder of FaceTiming Sae after his match had ended. 

You didn’t hear the bell above your tinkling, nor feel a presence ambling into your shop until he cleared his throat.

A familiar pair of teal eyes shocked you out from your reverie, and you pieced on an uncertain smile when you realised who it was.

“Rin—hey. What’re you doing here?” 

He was clad in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a black turtleneck, his coat hanging limply in his arms. A cool draft seeped in from an open crack at the door, its chill mimicking the tightness in the corners of your eyes.

“I heard from Isagi that you’re one of the best for strained muscles,” he dropped his coat onto the counter and you tried to ignore how tall he was—easily towering over you and his brother. It would’ve been amusing to see how much Sae’s younger brother was bulkier and ganglier than him, but the flash of irony dissipated when he leaned forward, trapping you between the marble high top and his build. “Can you help me? My back has been feeling tight lately.” 

A bubble of nervous laughter spilled from your lips and you took one step back, trying hard to ignore how his warmth encroached your personal space and left behind the dizzying scent of pine and musk. 

You flickered your gaze to his damp hair, and surmised he must’ve been caught out in the rain. 

“Did you run here?” you tried to tease him, shifting past the behemoth of a striker to fiddle with the heater. Switching it up to sweltering proportions, you turned around and spared him a smile. “Don’t want you catching a cold.” 

You were ignorant to how Rin’s eyes darkened when you flicked off your white coat, pushed up your sleeves and beckoned him into an examination room. Warmth pooled from between the vents, swirling around both your close bodies when you positioned him on the table and started to feel up his tense back. 

Finding the tight knot in record time, you hummed. “I was right. A strained external oblique. I noticed it from the way you're compensating your weight on your right side—it must be sending dull sparks of pain upward, correct? Your brother had a similar injury before. Must be a family trait to kick the ever-loving shit out of a ball, huh?” 

Your joke barely found traction, and instead of offering a polite chuckle, Rin’s teal irises clouded over with an inscrutable emotion. The merriment withered on your tongue and you cleared your throat, beckoning him to remove his shirt. 

Rin did so without a single protest, and you couldn’t help yourself from raking your gaze down his defined back. 

“I sprained it while doing a sharp turn a few days ago,” he started to divulge. “Guess that’s what is causing my sleepless nights.” 

You prodded the toughened muscle with a pinch in your brow. “Is it affecting your sleep? That’s horrible. Let me help you get it sorted.”

Using a cold spray, you focused it on his strained muscle, the smell of sharp mint hitting your nose. When he was sufficiently medicated, you instructed him to raise his arms over his head. Rin did as you told him too, and you missed the tiniest shudder when you gripped his wrists and gently stretched him to the side, opening up his muscles slowly.

His hiss of pain made you wince and you chuckled lightly to hide your sudden nerves. “Deep breaths, Rin-kun. The pain will dissipate.”

“Why do you insist on calling me Rin-kun when you’re a year younger than me?” 

The sharp question he threw at you caught you off-guard. Luckily, your face was hidden from his prying eyes and you quickly schooled your features to one of professional neutrality. 

“I don’t know. Habit, I think. I am dating your older brother.”

It became like a game, then, for you to constantly remind him of Sae. You would tell him about his brother’s plays, the things he said about his otouto and the numerous dumb things you both would get up to, but it sounded hollow. Distracted. 

Rin could guess as much. 

“You hate it when he’s gone, huh?” 

He was bent forward on the table and your hands stilled from kneading his sides. Swallowing a sudden wad of nerves, you forced out a chuckle. 

“I do. I hate it so much. It makes me feel needy.”

Rin hummed, and turned his gaze behind to catch your wide ones. “It’s because he never made you feel secure in the first place.” 

You felt like he had scalded you; stripped your bare of your defences till you were left naked and bleeding, completely susceptible to his scrutinising dark eyes. Those same eyes that reminded you of Sae’s, yet were filled with more fire than his older sibling’s. More passion that made a shiver run up your spine just from thinking about it. 

Involuntarily, you took a step back, and the tense atmosphere tightened a bit more. It was unbearable how he was looking at you, like you were a treat dangling right in front of his face that he could not bite into. A forbidden fruit he was thinking of claiming for his own without caring about the repercussions. 

Rin shifted from his seat to face you, his thighs spread around either side of your body. You couldn’t move away, not when he picked up your hand and pressed it right onto his chest. 

“I meant what I said in the kitchen,” he mumbled, dark bangs falling in front of his face. Your fingers automatically brushed them back and his eyes rippled close, like your touch seared his skin and he lived for the thrill of that sharp pain. 

He brought you closer into his orbit, where you were close to crashing onto his murky surface. 

Rin’s lips ghosted your collarbone, and your breathing hitched. Unbidden, your eyes drooped close, and you held your breath.

Make it stop… I can’t keep away from him…

With a strength you never knew you had, you braced two hands onto his broad pecs and pushed yourself from the freefalling edge back into safe waters, gasping like you had nearly drowned. 

The spell broke and Rin’s eyes shot wide open. For a second, neither of you could speak. Your chest rose and fell with heaving breaths and his inscrutable eyes were peeled onto your faltering expression. 

“Are you testing me?” The quiet anger in your voice was unmissable. “Did you think I would fold and you could tell Sae that I’m nothing but a gold digger? You’re such an asshole.”

Rin blinked, computing what you were trying to say. “Wh—no. I didn’t,” he vehemently disagreed, standing up. 

You tried and failed to keep your eyes trained away from the deep V on his stacked abdomen leading to a slight dusting of dark hair, warmth scrawled across your cheeks. Embarrassment held you hostage to this situation, and you didn’t think to move yourself away from the crossfire until he roped his defined arms around you, bringing right back into the fray. 

“Rin—”

The press of his lips on yours shocked you like a lightning bolt. 

Your gasp was mistaken for eagerness, and Sae’s younger brother didn’t hesitate to dip his tongue into your mouth, drinking in your honeyed moans with fervour. His warmth was intoxicating, spreading from your palms pressed onto his broad chest. Rin kissed you differently than Sae did; where the older Itoshi brother was hesitant pecks that melted into slow, mind-numbing kisses, his younger brother was all fiery determination to eat you whole one kiss at a time.

You barely noticed that your back was against the wall, only cognizant that your thighs were wrapped around his waist when he hoisted you into his arms. Rin kneaded your ass cheeks with an eagerness that belied his dirty intentions. The taste of him invaded your tongue, saturating it with something sweet, musky and a flavour that was all him. 

He grunted when you tugged on his locks feverishly, your core rocking against the half-hard bulge tenting from his jeans. 

Hands which were intimately acquainted to how his older brother’s skin felt gliding against yours trembled when they reached for his pants, unbuttoning it with one swift tug. Rin was agile enough to manoeuvre you higher against the wall while he released his cock from its denim confines, letting the leaking head touch your bare thigh. The short skirt you wore was perfect for this quick rendezvous, and you could sense his impatience when he pushed your panties to the side and lined himself up with your slick entrance.

“Rin—” your gasp was cut off by the delicious stretch of his cock invading your most sensitive inner spots.

The blunt head grazed a part in you that had you gasping and keening, your thighs tightening around his waist. Rin started to move and the pleasure was unbearable. It felt like hot coals sliding down your spine, bringing gooseflesh to your skin and tears to your eyes. 

You were close to combusting from both the guilt and rapture combined, your heart aching even as it soared when his lips collided roughly with yours.

“Fuck,” he grunted against your lips. “S’fuckin tight for me… like you were made for me.”

You didn’t give him a response, and he didn’t need one. The hitch in your breath was proof enough that you were quickly unravelling; giving him a prime view of an untouchable woman coming apart just for him. 

Rin could hardly believe this was happening: Sae’s shiniest trophy right in his arms, moaning breathily into his ear. 

As a teenager, he would spend hours in front of his brother’s most prized accolades, glaring them down, pushing himself to be harder, better, stronger so none of them would mean anything to Sae anymore when Rin could easily surpass him at every turn. This was no different.

You were a golden notch on Itoshi Sae’s bedpost, a woman out of his league that Rin halfway wondered if you were cursed with blindness for loving a man he had the displeasure to call his brother. What a lukewarm choice. Rin was completely serious when he said that you were too good for his brother. Your shining smile, your lovely laugh and your endless kindness was wasted on a man who cared about nothing in his life but football and himself.

Would it be a shame that you would never get to experience real love from someone who meant every gesture and promise? Sae could not give you that. He had lost both his heart and the respect of his younger brother in Madrid all those years ago. 

One particularly hard thrust made your toes curl in his periphery and your head toss back, a cry of his name rebounding across the room.

Take that, asshole, Rin thought viciously as he bit on your lower lip hard, swallowing your dulcet whimper. She’s already mine. 

The walls of your pussy were slowly melting around his cock, leading him down this final path of heady betrayal. 

What you both did could not be undone; you had effectively cheated on Sae with his younger brother. 

Rin had to hide his feral grin in the crook of your neck at the image of his older brother’s wide eyes; his shocked expression to find his girlfriend in his younger brother’s arms, swivelling her hips in a silent plea for him to let her cum. You lose, nii-chan. 

“Rin!” your gasp rang loudly and your release was swift. Those perfect velvet walls sucked his cock in deeper, not willing to let go. Rin was hard pressed to fight against it, letting your composure and release crumble all around him. Your body went lax in his grip, your keens turning softer, skin flushed with pearly drops of sweat.

He gave a few more pumps before white-hot strings filled you to the brim, eliciting another soft moan from your swollen lips. Rin leaned down to kiss you the same moment his cum overflowed and oozed down his length, staining the floor underneath the both of you with incriminating evidence of this betrayal. 

Your arms were tight around him, your face nestled in his neck that he almost missed your soft sobs. 

Rin used the remnants of his strength to sit you both down on the edge of the examination table. If you both were actually lovers, this scene would’ve been heart wrenching—you staining his neck with salty tears, thighs trembling around either side of his waist and your sweet cunt still moulded around his softening dick. 

He rubbed his hands up and down your back, offering you quiet comfort to ease the festering guilt slicing through his soul. The hard reality slammed into him the same second you lifted your watery eyes to touch his own darkened ones.

I fucked my brother’s girl. 

A firm push of his hands away sobered him back to the grim reality that you two were not lovers. The darkened look flitting across your face was enough to remind him of his misdeeds. 

You clambered off his lap, the fall of your hair hiding your trembling lips and shiny eyes. Methodically easing your panties back up your hips, his outstretched hand to help was met with an instinctual flinch and a frosty glare from you, one which shocked the young striker into silent regret.

“Get out,” your cold voice pierced him worse than any injury he had ever faced from the brutal fields. “This never happened between us, do you hear me?” Taking a deep breath, you had no idea how much your next words hurt him to the core. “I love Sae. I love him. He’s the only one I want, not you. Get out.�� 

Rin wisely kept his mouth clamped shut, though his hard teal eyes told a different story. I know you’re just trying to convince yourself.

He could sense it in your tight shoulders and downturned grimace. You loved every single second of this. How could you not see it? 

The both of you were perfect for each other. 

But, Rin sensed it was better to keep at bay than goad you on. 

He eventually regained his common sense and pulled his pants up, shrugging his shirt back on and walking out of the clinic, letting the door creak close with a muffled thud to cover your slowly spiraling sobs.

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[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: 6th story is here, you all! Hope you like it!

Pairings: Itoshi Sae x Isagi's sis!Yn (Post Blue Lock tl)

Warnings: Reader uses she/her.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

🎄Dec 15th🎄

"Good game, you two." Luna smiled as he patted Isagi and Sae's backs. The duo silently nodded, one giving of a slight smile as he thanked the older, while the other let out a indifferent 'Thank you.'

Another game between Barcha and Re Al had finished, with the 2nd team winning. Both players showed a different level of excitement. While Isagi was elated, this being his first match and win in the new team, Sae was completely stoic about it. It was just another game for him at that point.

"Say, want to get some food?" Sae asked as Luna and the others left to go to God knows where. Isagi looked back at the older and shook his head.

"Nah, my big sis and I have plans to go and eat something together. Thank you for the invite." Isagi said politely, surprising Sae with his first statement.

"(Y/n) is here? I thought she was in Italy with Oliver." Sae said bluntly. Now it was Isagi's turn to look at Sae in surprise.

"Since when are you on 1st name terms with my sis? Do you two know each other?"

"No.... uh, you mentioned her a few times. The 1st name must have slipped out." Sae said, trying to rationalize it with Isagi.

'Right. He doesn't know that (Y/n) and I met each other years ago.' The red-head thought as the younger looked at him suspiciously for a moment.

"Ook? But it's still weird-"

"Yoichi!! That was a great game!" The younger got cut off by a very familiar voice and someone pulling him into a tight hug.

"Big sis! Did I make you wait too long? Sorry about that." Isagi smiled, turning his attention to (Y/n), Sae only watched them silently.

"Ah, not really. I had to go to the toilet and freshen up a little." (Y/n) said calmly, then pointed behind herself.

"Oh! By the way, those kids over there asked for you. They seem to be big fans." Isagi, intrigued, looked over to where she was pointing. And, true to her words, a group of kids were looking over at Isagi while holding papers and pictures.

"Uhm.. big sis..." Isagi said nervously.

"Just go and make their day, striker." She laughed, nudging Isagi into their direction. (Y/n) kept on looking at her brother as he approached the group and started talking to them, excited how relaxed her brother looked.

"So, you are here.... In Madrid." The older Isagi jumped in surprise as Sae moved to stand next to her, looking bored as usual.

"Ah~ Sae-san! Yeah, I am. Good game, you did amazing as usually." (Y/n) smiled at the taller, who silently nodded his head.

"Thanks. I wasn't much into the game tho, Barcha are easy to beat when they play against us."

"Really? They were doing good, too." (Y/n) said back.

"Maybe to watchers. For us players it was a different situation." Sae said back, causing the girl to blush in embarrassment.

"True... But,still! Amazing job. You and Yoichi make a solid duo on the field."

Sae nodded along, glancing at the younger Isagi before looking back at the older.

"Yeah, I am thankful you made him agree to join Re Al, and not some other team. But, enough of that. How have you been? I thought you were in Italy with Aiku." Sae held himself back from gagging at the other's name. He hated him ever since (Y/n) and Oliver got together again.

"Oh... I have been fine, and Oliver is back in Italy. We... we kind of decided to break it off." (Y/n)'s face dropped for a moment, something Sae took notice off.

"You two broke it off?" Sae repeated again, trying to hide the slight smile at those words. Now was not the time to be petty.

'I will do that later.' He thought.

"Yeah, we just didn't work out. I came here to Madrid for a little change because of that." She said absent-mindedly. Sae raised an eyebrow at that as an idea hit him, but as he was about to say something, the redhead noticed Isagi returning to where they were.

"Say, your number didn't change, right?"

"Hm? No, why?" (Y/n) asked, but before she got an answer Isagi came back.

"Sis, can we go and eat now? I feel like dying." Isagi said, grabbing (Y/n)'s wrist and pulling her away.

"Sure, but Sae-san, would you like to join us?" (Y/n) glanced at the older Itoshi, who shook his head.

"Nah, I am not hungry. Enjoy yourselves, you two."

Sae sent them a mysterious smile and turned to walk away, confusing the two Isagis.

"I will never understand Sae-san." Isagi pouted as (Y/n) chuckled a little, watching as the redhead walked off.

"True, but I guess it's part of his charm."

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Later that night, (Y/n) was back in the apartment her and Isagi were sharing for now, looking at her plans for tomorrow.

'So, tomorrow I have my first 3 shoots... I hope this goes well.' (Y/n) bit her lip nervously. Was this a good idea? Sure, modeling sounded like a lot of fun and the manager she found said she had a good future in this field, but...

"It's also so risky...but I need to find a job. I can't depend on Yoichi here." She sighed. (Y/n) was about to put the phone away when a message popped up.

"Huh? Sae?" (Y/n)'s eyebrow raised, remembering she never really deleted his number in all these years.

'Let's go and get lunch tomorrow. I have a day off.'

(Y/n) looked at surprise at the message, which confused her a little. Why was she surprised? Sae was always straight forward. And it's not like lunch meant anything. He probably just wants to thank her for helping him. Or, so she thought.

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The next day both met up at a local restaurant that wasn't far away from (Y/n)'s last shoot. The lunch had to turn into a dinner as (Y/n) finished later than expected.

"I am sorry again-"

"You apologized like 5 times. It's fine, I know that you can't control these things." Sae said calmly, finding her flustered expression both amusing and adorable.

"Still, let me pay for the food as an apology-"

"No. Now, let's talk about something else. Did you adjust well in Madrid?" Sae quickly changed the subject, resting his head on his hands.

"Yeah, I would say I am doing well so far. I have been here for a month and I can't complain. I just hope this modeling thing works out, so I can stop burdening Yoichi."

"I am sure it will. I mean, you do have the looks for it, and brain, too." Sae said nonchalantly.

"Thank you!" (Y/n) said back, fighting back another blush.

"I just don't want to go home yet... you know."

"Mhm." Sae nodded along as she spoke a little bit more.

"But enough about me. What about you, Sae-san? Aside from football, how has life been?"

"It's been good. Rin and I have been talking more and more lately."

"Really?! I am so happy to hear that. It would have been a shame if you kept that icy attitude around each other." (Y/n) smiled as Sae nodded along.

"It's been better. In fact, my life got a little bit better since yesterday."

(Y/n) blinked a little, surprised by the low tone he used.

"Well, I guess winning against your rivals does that." She said back and Sae fought the urge to slap his face.

'This girl is so oblivious!'

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This all happened exactly 6 months ago. By now, it was already December and Madrid was all but decorated and prepared to celebrate the coming holiday. Isagi had left the capital to visit Japan, and most of the team went back home. The only one who still stayed in Madrid was Sae. (Y/n) had planned to leave om the same day as her brother, but was held back by a last minute shoot. In the past six months her career has taken off too. Granted, it did take a while till some brands started hiring her to model their things, but it happened, and (Y/n) couldn't have been more greatful. She would still get flustered when Sae would tease her about a new billboard picture of herself. Speaking of which...

'Sae...' (Y/n) held back a blush as she walked towards their meeting spot. A small and secluded area at the Christmas market. Over the months they grew closer, and although (Y/n) didn't want to fall in love again, she did. Was it Sae's sense of humor? His personality? Looks? Or all of them together? (Y/n) really didn't know what exactly made her fall for him, but she did.

And although she wanted to say how she feels, she couldn't bring herself to do so. After the disaster with Oliver, she didn't want another one.

"That's what I get for forgiving a cheater..." (Y/n) sighed sadly, feeling her heart break a little.

'But... I really like Sae...'

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"You... you really didn't have to. I didn't get you anything." (Y/n)'s red was tomato red as she stared at the bouquet of roses that Sae gave her. Both were sitting on a bench, not looking at each other, only sending short glances once in a while.

"It's just flowers, you don't have to get me anything." Sae said softly, glancing at the her.

'Cute.' He smiled behind his scarf.

"But still, thank you. I didn't get flowers in years." (Y/n) smiled happily, causing Sae's smile to drop a little.

"Didn't Aiku buy you them? I thought boyfriends did that."

Surprised by both his words and the bitter tone, (Y/n) kept quiet for a moment.

"No... not really. But, I never really asked him to buy me them either." She answered truthfully.

"That's a stupid excuse. He shouldn't wait for you to tell him that, no wonder he is alone."

"Sae, aren't you being too harsh on him now?" (Y/n) asked softly, looking over at the older Itoshi. To her surprise, the footballer had quite the scowl on his face.

"I think I am not harsh enough. I mean, he cheated on you. He deserves it."

"It's in the past, I am over it."

"But I am not." Sae argued back, causing (Y/n) to go silent. The older Itoshi took this opportunity to finally say what he thought for years.

"I wasn't honest with you for all this time. Mainly because I know you just got out of a shitty relationship,but also because I didn't want to put all of my emotions on you at once." Sae took as deep, (Y/n) still looking at him.

"I liked you for a while now, and I distanced myself when you announced that you and Aiku are back together. I knew he would do something stupid again, but I really hoped I was wrong. For your own sake, (Y/n). But now, after all of this, I really can't hold it in me." Sae took a deep breath and looked away again. (Y/n) felt her heartbeath quicken as she registered his words.

'He...he likes me?!' She thought.

"I don't expect you to like me back or anything. I just hope we can stay friends if you don't feel the same. And, I hope you know that guys like Aiku aren't worth your time." Sae finished as (Y/n) looked away. Her emotions were all over the place, it was all so overwhelming. But amidst all the turmoil, somethings she couldn't deny were the relief and happiness she felt from Sae's words.

'I am such an idiot... but it had to be said. I would have gone insane if I kept it all to myself.' Sae thought. (Y/n) moved the bouquet to the side and inched closer to Sae, resting her head against his arm.

"I like you, too. I am glad it's mutual." Her words were quiet, but loud enough for Sae to hear them. He felt a soft smile grace his face as he leaned into her.

"Thank you..."

[yoichiris]

if i had a choice | isagi yoichi x reader

✩ you think you never stood a chance. ✩ highschool fic, heavy pining, angst with happy ending, manga spoilers for u20 arc

i'll be watching with all my support. i like you, isagi-kun.

you leave the note, along with a pair of wristbands, in isagi's locker the day of qualifying match for nationals. you had believed he would make it.

isagi doesn't come back to ichinan after losing.

you don't hear until a week later that a special program organized by the jfu has begun, and all of japan's top strikers under 18 have been invited to participate. you have no doubt that isagi is there, because he's been amazing since you've known him.

another week passes, and you hear that his mom has passed by to pick up everything from his locker.

you remember sitting with isagi at lunchtime the weeks before, pouring over strategy notes for the game. you remember watching him practice after school, turning to grin at you when he would score a goal.

you remember the coldness that had washed over you when matsukaze won the qualifying match for nationals and saw the look on isagi's face.

he disappears after that.

your heart pounds when you hear about the blue lock's match against the u20 team.

you are not prepared to see isagi on this stage. he looks completely different from the last time you saw him on your tiny high school field. there are thousands of people around you, hollering, and he's right in the middle.

you watch as he weaves across the field, his movement evolved, executing plays that you two couldn't have even have dreamt of in your notebook.

you can't take your eyes off of him. the determination that had been simmering under him before was in full force, and you could feel it. that he wasn't going to settle for less, anything worse than the best.

you grip the notebook that you had stupidly brought. it was nothing compared to this, to project blue lock. you were nothing compared to them.

you cry when isagi scores the final goal. everything about it is perfect, down to the millisecond. you understand, after all, that he's no longer the boy in your class, someone you could share your passion for soccer with.

he becomes isagi yoichi, the striker who will lead japan to win the u20 world cup.

you're at your desk studying, the notebook off to the side, when your phone buzzes.

[17:04] hey yn [17:04] do you have time come out today? [17:05] we can meet by the river, if that's okay

your heart jumps to your throat. it's been a week since the u20 match and the thought had not even crossed your mind that he still had your number.

the breezy air outside makes you shiver as you walk to the river. you sit on the grassy slope that you and isagi had shared popsicles on once.

you hear his footsteps behind you, but you're scared to turn around. you're not sure why you're here, anyway.

"yn!" isagi greets, sounding exactly like he did before he left.

you turn to look at him, straining a smile for him. he looks happy. without his blue lock uniform, you think he could be like before. but you remember the goal, and you think probably not.

you know you should congratulate him on his match, but you can't bring yourself to say anything about the event that had solidified his life away from you.

"i, uh, just got your gift," he says, after a moment of silence, "kaasan left it in my room while i was gone."

you had forgotten about the gift. the note.

"oh," you say, breathless. "do you like it?"

he laughs, "i don't wear wrist bands anymore, but i appreciate it." he looks down, "and we didn't even qualify for nationals."

ah, you think. he doesn't need them anymore.

"you won the u20 match, though," you say instead, voice on the verge of cracking, "you were amazing."

you watch as his face lights up, and even if he gets shy, you can see the way he shines. "you saw it?"

"of course," you murmur, "i was in the stadium."

you look away, picking at the grass, "that last goal was..." you try to think of the right words, "...a perfectly executed sequence of events. it was really incredible, isagi-kun."

it's quiet, and you think you've said something wrong. but when you look up to him, there's an expression on his face you can't decipher.

"you don't think it was luck?" he asks, almost incredulously.

you shake your head, "no," you say, certain, "why would it be luck?"

isagi is thinking about what tada had said about luck when he catches sight of a small package on his desk.

i like you, isagi-kun.

the words are unfamiliar. they seemed like worlds away, when all he had been thinking of are words like egoist. liking somebody was different, so fundamentally not egoistic.

he's typing to you when he receives the notification to return to blue lock. he has a few days left, he thinks, and presses send. your reply is faster than he expects.

[17:07] hi isagi-kun [17:07] sure

he recognizes the slope of your back and the wisp of your hair as he approaches the river. it feels like he hasn't seen you in forever, like his memories of you and your scribbles in your notebook are faded.

you seem distant, quieter than he remembers. he knows he's different now, but maybe you're different too?

"why would it be luck?" your words echo in his head.

but he remembers how perceptive you were, how far you'd dreamt, for him, and he feels as if he's awakened again. he takes a deep breath.

"i like you, too, y/n," isagi declares, impulsively, running on instinct. live your life as you want.

it was the last thing you had expected to hear, but it doesn't change how you feel, what you know. that he lives in a different world than you now.

"thank you, isagi-kun," you say, sounding happier than you had intended. "when are you going back to blue lock?"

he looks confused, as if that's not what you're supposed to say.

"ah, um, on monday," he clears his throat, "but i think things will be different than before."

you hum in agreement, "you're representing japan in the u20 now."

"oh, no, i meant—" he stutters, looking flustered, "i meant, i think i'll be able to contact you..."

you brush him off. you couldn't have any expectations of him, because you would never be the priority in his life. you had understood, from watching him play that match, that he would be chasing the high of goals like that for his whole life. what could you offer him, in comparison?

"and, i don't know when i'll be out next but..." he continues.

you shake your head, "it's okay," you reassure him, maybe not genuinely, "just do your best in there... for me, okay?"

you add in that last part for yourself.

isagi had thought he was talking about you and him, but he realizes halfway that you had been talking about soccer the whole time.

"yn," he calls, using your name to ground himself, "do you want to be my girlfriend?"

the blush that floods your cheeks relieves him. your face had looked so serious before, so unlike the excitement he had remembered you for. you look so cute, he thinks.

"i can't," you reply, and he can tell you don't believe your words, but he's not sure why you would say them in the first place.

"isagi-kun," you continue, hiding your face, "i want you to give your best at soccer. become the best in the world. you don't need me for that."

he's stunned. he feels as if his brain is rewiring, as if he's on the field again. but it's just you, you who had been with him since he started high school, watching videos of noel noa with him under our desk, you who had left that note in his locker right before he left for blue lock.

live your life as you want. the words echo in his mind, and what he wants is you.

"but i want you," he says.

the look on isagi's face has changed. he looks as he does when he's on the field, like when you saw him in that stadium.

but i want you.

"i—" your resolve crumbles, seeing him. "i don't—"

he stops you, and suddenly he's closer than before, a hand to steady himself on the grass beside you. he asks you again. "do you want to be my girlfriend, yn?"

the determination in his eyes makes you hopeful.

"yes," you breathe, feeling his presence overwhelm you, giving in to your instincts, "yes, i do."

he brings his head even closer to yours. "can i kiss you?"

your mind blanks, your heart races, but you nod. and when he presses his lips against yours, you can feel it: how demanding he is, how ambitious, how much he desires. as if he can keep both you and soccer.

"i'll come back," isagi whispers against your lips, "i will come back for you."

[euphoricimagination]

Summary: The second selection is about to start after days of rigorous training, you end up meeting new faces, confronting some; but who will you team up with?

Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 -> Masterlist

You are chilling in the dorm room the next day, giving yourselves a free day to rest after such an intense match from yesterday so you could recover properly. You were coming back from the bathroom when you heard Raichi scream, not something unusual, but something that still made you rush towards it.

"HUH" he says as you enter "WE'RE NOT STARTING THE SECOND SELECTION ROUND RIGHT AWAY?!"

"Keep it down, there's a waiting period before the second round begins" Ego says, you sit next to Chigiri

"What did I miss?" You ask him

"Not much, just Ego saying that there's some time in between and Raichi freaking out"

"Got it"

"You'll be doing some rigorous strength training, however, you're not allowed to touch a ball. Anyone who breaks this rule or refuses to participate will be expelled" Ego keeps explaining

You start zoning out as Ego keeps talking, just thinking how exhausting this whole new regimen would be. You managed to pass, but it was barely over, so everyone needed to be stronger than you already are.

And just like that the next day started your training from hell:

9:00: 2 HOUR ENDURANCE RUN X 2 SETS

14:00: EXTREME CORE TRAINING 1 HOUR X 2 SETS

16:00: WEIGHT TRAINING

18:00: SPRINTING 100 ROUNDS

20:00: MEALTIME

You barely are able to breathe at the end of day one, laying on the grass alongside Chigiri after just finishing your sprinting rounds.

"This can't be legal" you say in between short breaths

"I'm wondering the same" Chigiri says chuckling "Do they want to kill us?"

"Couldn't he build this up? Like, did he rea-" you try to add, getting cut up by the speaker

«Player Yn, please come to get a health check up»

"Eh?" You sit up

"I guess they want to make sure you're doing ok, after all you passed out on a match"

"True"

"Go, save yourself from this misery" Chigiri helps you stand up.

You starts walking towards the where the medical check is, undoing your binder in the way assuming the medics already knew about you. You sat down on the couch while waiting for them when the door opened, revealing Ego and Anri there.

"This ain't a health check up, isn't it?" You sigh

"Nope" Ego brings a chair to sit in front of you "I need to discuss something with you"

"I tried to stop him Yn-chan, but this time it seems a reasonable thing to talk about" adds Anri, looking at you worried

"It's alright, Anri-san, go ahead"

"Well, I'll put it simply" Ego starts "To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to pass the first selection. I did want Team Z to grow, but considering who their opponents were, I had little hope. You, however, became the top scorer with no yellow or red cards, meaning that even if your team lost, you would pass"

"Okay…"

"I initially just wanted you to join for the first selection only, you already accomplished your job and helped them bloom, but I can't eliminate you now. You became friends with your team, so the excuse of you dropping out or having health problems wouldn't work on them now. My only option is for you to continue"

"I don't get it, it's that good?" You ask

"I can't eliminate you without raising suspicions, so I just wanted to remind you that you can't become the world's best striker, as long as you remember that we'll be fine"

"I know, you don't have to worry"

"You may leave then" Ego says, making you stand up towards the door while thinking, you need to find a way to drop out without making it look weird, but how? Do you actually want to leave just yet? Sure, this was a lot to deal with, the training, the whole binder thing, but at the same time, it was one of the first times you have had so much fun. Well, for now you just have to survive this hell of a training, then you'd think of that.

And you survive one, two, three…you survive the whole 10 days of that, barely, but you do.

On the eleventh day, a loud alarm starts sounding at 6:30 am

«DING DONG DING DOOONG» You barely are able to open your eyes, hearing a bunch of groans around you as everyone starts waking up. You notice a red hair weirdly close to your face, soon realizing that you and Chigiri were laying close to each other; however, it doesn't worry you much, after all the whole team barely manages to get into bed after training

«AT THIS TIME BLUE LOCK'S FIRST SELECTION ROUND HAS BEEN COMPLETED FOR ALL WINGS. ALL PLAYERS WHO HAVE CLEARED THE FIRST ROUND, PLEASE PUT ON YOUR TRAINING SUITS»

Since everyone was so tired to properly think, a combination of how early it was plus the pure exhaustion in your bodies, that you all change your clothes in automatic mode, quickly going down stairs as the loud ones hype everyone up.

"You look awful" Chigiri says to you once you start to pass the second selection sign

"So do you" you retort "nervous?"

"Kinda, but I'm mostly excited"

The moment you enter the area you see a bunch of other players entering too, players that you haven't seen before and yet they were wearing armbands with Team W, X and Y on their arms. You can see Barou, Niko, Nagi and Reo close to you, meaning that the 25 players of Wing 5 were here…then who were the other ones and why do they have those letters on them?

"Hi there, you lumps of talent" Ego appears on the giant TV "Good job on your physical training"

"Your kidding" you mumble to yourself once it clicked, both Chigiri and Kunigami look at you waiting for you to continue "everyone here thought that they were at the bottom of the ranks, every wing was Wing 5 with teams from V to Z"

"That's messed up" Kunigami says

"It is" you move behind Chigiri, plopping your head into his back without processing your movements much "let me know if he says something important"

As Ego explains this to the rest of the players a bunch of complaints start to arise, which sends Ego into a long rant about how all professional players had lived through the worst and soccer became their only way to survive.

"Now, let's start with the second selection round" Ego says "in our brand new training fields, you'll be fighting to turn your 1 into a 100. The second selection round has five stages, only the ones who clear a particular stage are able to level up and advance to the next one. Clearing the challenge in the first stage is your next objective, and those who are able to clear all five stages in the second selection will participate in a special training camp with top players from around the world who I’ve selected"

Everyone seems amazed by this revelation, and you can't help but wonder what is he talking about, he never told you something about these top players that were going to challenge you, but then again, you weren't supposed to get this far in the first place

"Once you've prepared yourself, enter the gate one at a time. The first stage is an individual battle, once you go in, you can't go back. This second selection will sort out the garbage, only the true egoists will remain. Good Luck"

With that, the TV turns off, an unsettling feeling fills the room, everyone chatter about what's happening and what will happen after.

"It's that…all?" Chigiri asks

"Well, what more do you want?" You ask starting to stretch to do the challenge as soon as possible "it's simple, you enter, pass and we see each other again"

"Only you would be so calm about this" he pats your head "but yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound so bad"

"It really doesn't sound bad" Kunigami adds, much more relaxed "Look, it seems like he's going"

You turn around and see a dude, quite emo looking to be honest, taking two balls out of the basket, kicking one in a high trajectory and the other with a low trajectory, both balls hitting each other in the middle. He then enters the door without even looking back at anyone. Itoshi Rin can be read on the screen.

"That was cool" you whisper, you feel a slight tension build up after that, so you just keep stretching while looking around to see potential players. A dude with redish color hair and a single braid, a cyan hair that looks similar to your height and a dude with curly black hair and glasses caught your eyes. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your arm, pulling you into an almost closed circle.

"Don't forget about us so quickly" Chigiri laughs as he ruffles your hair, his arm passing through your shoulders "you were the more badass of all"

"You have to say it though, it doesn't count if an egoist doesn't say it" Kunigami smirks

"But i already know my goals were amazing" you say, making the two laugh

"Talking like a true egoist" says Iemon "LET'S ALL MEET IN THE NEXT ROUND!!"

"YEAH!!"

"Saying that…" you start, making all eyes turn to you "I'll go first, see you!"

"EH?! HOW DARE YOU? WAIT! YN, YOU IDIOT!" you hear Raichi scream as you quickly go into the gate. You turn around quickly, seeing Bachira laughing alongside Isagi while waving their hands at you, Chigiri just shaking his head with a smirk and Kunigami laughing while stopping Raichi's whines.

Walking through the hallways you couldn't help but to feel excited, it was finally time to let your abilities shine by yourself without having to care about the others.

You enter the first stage, a big, white room with barely anything on it. Suddenly you hear a loud noise from behind, a cannon-looking thing appearing on the wall and shooting a ball at you. You trap it easily, a blue hologram appearing as soon as you do that. In the walls behind him appear a goal zone, a sign with a clock of 90 minutes, and a light shines on you, a light that slowly starts getting smaller the more seconds pass. The only conclusion that you arrived at was that you had to score a goal past the goalie and before the light became too small, so you just lifted the ball a little to pretend to hit it high before actually sending it low.

You mark a goal easily and soon after the ball comes from the other side of the room; you keep shooting and scoring, the game getting harder each goal you make. You end up doing it almost flawlessly, missing only a few shots in the beginning of each level, leaving the first stage with 25 minutes to spare.

You were the second one to enter the second stage, only Itoshi Rin was already there. He barely raised his head once he saw you enter, a slight confusion appearing at the number in your arm and how short you took to complete the first stage.

"Hey" he says, almost with disdain as he examines you "you were fast, join me"

"..." You look at him with the same look he was giving you "why would i do that?"

"Eh? I just need two more, it doesn't really matter who those are"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, to me you are just a stepping stone to become the best in the world"

"Well, I'm nobody's 'stepping stone', so kindly fuck off" you say with a sarcastic smile, receiving an annoyed sound from the boy.

You sit there in silence for a good 10 minutes before the next player arrives.

The next one is the boy with curly hair and glasses that you saw right before the first stage; he, when seeing Rin looking at him with a sour expression, decided to come to sit near you, arriving with a polite smile.

"Hi" he says as he sits down "have we played with each other?"

"Hey, no we haven't, I'm Yn"

"Nice to meet you, Yukimiya Kenyu" he presents himself "how long ago did you finish?"

"About ten minutes ago, I've been here with that ass alone for way too long" you say, making the boy chuckle

"That was fast, you must be good then"

"I guess" in that moment the door opened again, revealing a familiar white hair who almost immediately comes to your side and plops down

"What a pain" is the first thing Nagi says "so now we have to make teams of 3?"

"It looks like it, are you gonna wait for Reo?"

"Yeah, I guess, you for that Red head? You two look close"

"If he arrives soon then sure, I'm down to try to team up with others though. What about your third teammate? Any idea?"

"Yeah, i want Isagi Yoichi"

"Thanks for the consideration" you joke, making Nagi look at you with an indecipherable look

"You're good too, but in that match that we lost i decided i wanted to try to play with him, i want to become better"

"I get it, don't worry. Look Reo's here" you say when the door opened, revealing the purple hair boy, who immediately starts talking to Nagi after he greets you

"So…" you hear from beside you "waiting on someone?"

"I guess, I don't know if he wants to team up though, and I can't wait for much longer in case the good options run out"

"Kind of brutal, but I get it, you want to team up with good options or ones that compliment you well. You're lucky though, not everyone has someone that they work together here"

"You don't?"

"Not really, my team managed to win a lot, but nobody tried to get too close to anyone" he smiles "I'm gonna go talk to some of them in the meantime, should we team up if things don't go to our plans?"

"Sure, if not I'll see you later"

"Good luck" with that Yukimiya leaves to talk to other players

At that moment you noticed Isagi, and closed after Bachira, entering the room. You crossed eyes with him, he seemed indecisive about coming to where you were or not before the decision was made for him. Nagi went to where he was, followed by Reo and said something that left everyone shocked, probably asking Isagi if he wanted to join his team with Reo. But something happened, something that left Reo shocked before Isagi, Bachira and Nagi start walking towards the door.

"Hey Yn" Isagi says "we thought about you joining us, but Nagi…"

"I get it, if Nagi asked me I too wouldn't have thought much about it and let him join. I'll wait for Chigiri"

"Okay, see you then"

"See you Yn-chan!!" Bachira adds and Nagi nods at you

Reo comes back where you are, looking depressed as he sits down again. The door opens again, Chigiri finally coming in.

"Finally, what took you so long?" You say, high fiving him as he came closer

"Some of us actually went in turns to enter, you know?" He answers with a smirk "Waiting for me?"

"Well, yeah, wanted to make sure you pass" you say, making him laugh, ruffling your hair

"So, a three man team? Should we wait for Isagi?" He asks, already teaming you together

"Isagi already went on with Bachira and Nagi"

"They left you here? They left us here? Those assholes"

"Right? But Nagi wanted to play with him, and honestly, if Nagi had ask me to join with him, i would leave behind too"

"Fair"

"So..do we wait for Kunigami or..?" He asks

"I have an idea…" you say, looking at Reo at your side. Chigiri follows your gaze, also looking at Reo before raising his eyebrow, a questioning look on his eyes "i would love Kunigami in our team, but realistically, we need someone that can help us bring the best of us, so…"

"I see" Chigiri pouts slightly, thinking "I'll trust you, I'm sure Kunigami will understand"

"Hey Reo" you call him, the boy looking up at you with a sad look "wanna team up with us?"

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi

How are you?

Can you please make same like this one https://www.tumblr.com/fandomnerd9602/749769685832237056/yn-a-deadpool-variant-stabs-lady-deathstrike?source=share but with Y/N not being a Deadpool variant??

Y/N is a clone of Henry Gairich and Emma Frost

Logan keeps Lady Deathstrike at bay…

Logan: can you break thru?

Y/N focuses their telepathic ability…

Y/N: Striker’s hold is a little tougher than usual.

Deathstrike stabs Logan thru the shoulders, loosening his grip…

Deathstrike charges at Y/N…

Y/N finds the center of the mind…

Y/N: there you are.

Y/N sends out a telepathic blast and destroys the control Striker has on Deathstrike…

She stumbles before regaining control…

LD: what? W-Who are you?

Logan: X-Men…bub

[rwshfordgirl]

Hello! Hope you're good! Could you write something with Ferran? Where he, despite being quite a joker and extrovert, becomes very shy and nervous around reader, who's a beautiful reporter. This provokes cute jokes from his teammates. Idk, something fluff 😊💞

Nervioso.

pairing: ferran torres x reader

summary: request xxx

a/n: omg my first request, thank you! hope you enjoy it.

i don't really like writing in the third person, but it didn't work out very well when I wrote in the first person :(

probably will be rewritten!

Y/n found it very strange that she has been working as a sports reporter for four years and only today the channel she works for asked her to cover a Barcelona game.

She loves the job she has. Standing on the edge of the field, following the flow of the game and interviewing some players was the coolest thing in the world for her.

And for the first time she will interview Ferran Torres, a Spanish player who has returned to the Barcelona squad after recovering from injury. Yn had never interviewed him before, but she had seen him in some of the Spanish national team games she worked on.

But Ferran knows her. The player has seen her often, he has a favorite sports channel just because of her. But they have never been so close to each other, which is something that makes Ferran nervous. He swears he's never seen a woman as beautiful as her.

"Hi. I'm Yn, I'm from Sports Channel 1 and I'm going to interview you today. I swear it'll be really quick." She said to Ferran and smiled at the end. The player almost melted at that moment. Yn is even more beautiful in person.

As Yn prepared to record, Ferran looked towards his teammates who were warming up, most of them knew what he thought about the reporter. Pedri made a point of discreetly pointing at the girl and Ferran and making a heart. The player saw his other teammates laughing and gave a slight smile while scratching his head. "Complicated" He muttered. "Sorry?" Yn heard something but didn't understand what was said. "Nothing." He replied. "So, can we start?" He nodded.

"We are here with the striker Ferran Torres, who has been recalled by coach Flick after spending two months out of action due to injury" Yn began to speak. Ferran was looking her up and down, completely enchanted.  "And Ferran, how do you feel now that you're back?" she asked.  "I feel good, it's nice to be back." Ferran was serious, nervous. 

"What are your expectations for today's game?" Again yn asked and again, she had a smile on her face. 

Shit. The first thing that came to Feran's mind. Yn made him nervous and he didn't even know it, he was sure he was giving the impression of someone who wasn't interested in being there.

He's not like that.

"I hope the team gets the three points and that we stay in the lead." Yn was used to players being uninterested in being interviewed and Ferran just seemed nervous, it was fine, she thought. He's just coming back from injury now.  He is uncomfortable.

"Look Ferran, we can do the interview after the game if you prefer."  Yn lowered the microphone. Ferran smiled for the first time. "Sorry, I swear that even though I'm tense about the game, I'm not like that." He said."It's okay, I understand you." She stated. "I'll look for you as soon as the game is over, I promise." Ferran hugged her, catching her off guard. Involuntary movement.  Neither did he understand.

Ferran returned to warm up with the rest of the team, Pedri laughed at him. Ferran said that she made him lose focus. He watched her from afar and saw her waving at him. He waved back.

He knows what he's going to do when he meets her again in the post-game.

[end-of-violence]

2024ラップ⑤

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RTK (Lul Rell) / That One Song

Tank Peezy / Self Made

Bloodhound Q50 x Bloodyhound Lil Jeff / BH4L

Bloodhound Q50 x Bloodyhound Lil Jeff x Lil Scoom89 / Triple 3

Bloodhound Q50 x Screwly G / Wrappers

YFG Fatso / Princeton Prayer

MAF Teeski / Like Will

DCG Shun x DCG Bsavv / Real Tweakers

DCG Shun x Raq Baby / Hood N*gga Freestyle

VonOff1700 ft. Polo G and G Herbo - Dead N****s

Big Opp / Purgin

BabyChiefDoit / 6ix Times 2Day

BabyChiefDoit feat. STAR BANDZ / Too Slow

STAR BANDZ ft. Veeze / Yea Yea (Remix)

Skrilla, Big Opp, Lil Scoom89 & Ybcdul / Disrespectfully Scoomin

YungTop Ft. Hood Tali P / 3am In Philly

Ybcdul / Face of The World

1Hdasender ft. PL5 , YPBZeem, BN5, M5 / 5PC Nugget

Cartier, Skilla Baby / You Look Good

Peezy, Payroll Giovanni / Same Type

Payroll Giovanni / Boss Affirmations

Los / BOOK OF BLOW

Lil Tony x Pcf Man Man / Œ

2sdxrt3all / Gary the snail

BEO Lil Kenny & Key Glock / Whoopty Woop

Duke Deuce, Yung Bleu / SWEET TEA

GloRilla / Hollon

Slimeroni / Freak Like Me

K Carbon / TMA

Sandy Cheekz & Hitkidd / Booty Club

Sexyy Red / U Kno What To Do

SCY Jimm Ft. Chicken P / 1st Place

Trigga500k / Chosen 1

Real Boston Richey ft. GloRilla / Get In There

Real Boston Richey / Go Richey

Wizz Havinn / Chicken Phone

FBG Murda ft. LilCj Kasino / New Opp

BAK Jay / Reap

BAK Jay Ft. BabyChiefDoit / Drive Da Boat

SHOOTA556 / 308

DOUBLE0GLIZZY X SHOOTA556 / NO REASON

JayBleeda / In Dat Mode

Jayjizzle X Jaybleeda / Rollin n Rollin

5klil D / Free No Face

Lubandz / No Competition

Lubandz / CRACKED A 4

Rundown 4 / GET IT SEXXY

Runchodayoungan / Get Active

HEADHUNCH0 X 2GLOCKSRED X JAYBLEEDA X SACKCHASER5K / MIZZLE JUMPOUT

KP Skywalka x MarrV x Skino / Whippet

Skino feat. MarrV / Boxes & Painters

Gitt Swift / Gitt Strong

Gitt Swift / Lil Duval

Wizz Havinn / Street Nigga

ATM Tana x Real Boston Richey / Peanut Butter

Fatpocket / Tennis Chain

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RTK / Ruthless Trench Kids

LuhhFatz / RIQ DREAMS

Lul Rell / Talk of tha Bity

Lexxi Morang & Young Ra / Real G's EP

Lbf Jay / KID Vol.4

Lilrb / Finally Healed

VonnOff1700 / #FreeMyHoodFuckYoHead: Bounce Out Edition

BabyChiefDoit / Animals Only

DASENDERS (feat. 1hdasenders) / 5iveBaby Da EP

Cardo / MADeMAN

Peezy / Small Town Ghetto

AK Bandamont & KrispyLife Kidd / Shit Talking International

Ysr Gramz & YN Jay / Flint Tropics 2

Jay Fizzle / Who Is Grizzape

FBG Murda / Mur6a Mu5ic

DEE GLOCK / Spinnin 4 Tray

BAK Jay / Meet The Reap

Shoota556 / Fuck Shoota

Jaybleeda / Bleedas Only

Jaybreeda / Never Bent

Jaybreeda / In the Name Of 10

5klil D / Mizzle Livin

2glocks.red / they must've forgot

Lubandz / 5900 TICKET

MME Lil Teezy / Keep Me Rollin

Runchodayoungan / Fallen Soldiers

Headhunch0 / For the Trenches

TrapHard Swag / Trials & Tribulations

ShiestySOB & QuisActive / My Rookie Year 2

QuisActive / Ghost On 37th Stree

3o$ama / Jedi Temple 2

3o$ama / Jedi Temple 3 Final Chapter

MarrV / Sorry 4 Da Drag

Yung Dizzy / Life Getting Better Now

Juu2x / Idk What To Call This But I Made 4 Songs - EP

Migo Lee / 4 Strikers Only - EP

AC640 / Classes With Bo Jack

Gitt Swift / SwiftLand

Wizz Havinn / Street N***a

Atm Tana / KEEP MOVING

Fatpocket / Trap Pocket

AC640 / 1989 Ghost Face - EP

AC640 / Classes With Bo Jack

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[ellewords]

in front of you

pairing : oikawa tooru x gn!reader

fic notes : fluff, angst if you squint maybe, friends to lovers, lowercase intended

word count : 2.19k

from elle ! thought about oikawa tooru today, here is the result of that ;-; also, i’m a sucker for the oblivious idiots in love trope and i feel like you should know that before going into this ;-;

“what is love?”

        love is being seen.

it’s easy to feel invisible, especially when one of your closest friends is none other than oikawa tooru. captain of the volleyball team, steals hearts left, right, and center, great king of the court, oikawa tooru. next to him, anyone would feel a little insignificant in comparison.

every morning you hear them, the flirty giggles of his fangirls as they crowded around him in the halls. somehow, they always went to him when you were just about to enter your classroom, allowing you to hear every sweet word of praise and flattery that left their lips. it’s not that you thought oikawa didn’t deserve it, he definitely did. he is as talented as they say he was, as attractive, as charming, as wonderful. your chest just ached ever so slightly, knowing that you could never have the guts to tell him all those things yourself without becoming a blushing, stuttering mess. oikawa would’ve been able to tell the true extent of your feelings. your job — one that you shared with iwaizumi, and occasionally makki and mattsun — was to knock him down a few pegs. when he was getting a little too high off his fangirls’ compliments. 

“yn-chan!” oikawa called out before he handed you a box of chocolates over lunch period, giving out similar looking ones to iwaizumi, makki, and mattsun. “you guys can have these.”

“i guess there’s a few good things to come out of oikawa’s fan club.” makki chuckled, popping a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

you stared at the box oikawa had given you, unsure if you really wanted to accept something a fan had given him. what if they made this themselves? you couldn’t possibly take it.

“it’s okay, yn-chan. i asked them if i could share these with my friends.” oikawa said, noticing how you plainly stared at the box in your hands, “i get so many of these everyday, i can’t possibly finish all of them by myself.  ”

mattsun coughed, “great king of the court, king of the humble brag.”

“fine.” you mumbled, taking a bite of chocolate, “it’s really good, i hope you gave them a sincere thank you for this.”

“of course, i did.” he replied, holding back a grin as he watched you take another bite.

what oikawa failed to mention was the box that he had given you was not from one of his fans, but one he bought you himself.

you cheered as loud as your throat allowed you to, so much so that you were certain your voice was going to be gone the following day. you couldn’t help but notice the way your voice melded with the rest of the crowd as you called out for another nice serve or express a compliment on a striker’s hit. there was always something electric about watching  a volleyball game — the intensity of a long rally, the tension between teams. you practically lived for it. you knew there was a lot of things one could focus on in watching a volleyball game. your eyes could be on the spikers every time they attempted a spike, the opposing team when they make a successful block, the ball that flew past different points of the court, to different awaiting players.

though, despite all this, more often than not your gaze lands on one player in particular. oikawa was in his element, and there was nothing you loved to see more than that. layers of sweat dripped down the side of his forehead, but a small smile threatened to play on his features — the game was unbelievably close, each team fighting for match point. he was excited, but clearly eager for the game to end. 

the game ended in seijoh’s victory, with you and the rest of the crowd drowning the entire court in cheers at oikawa’s winning service ace. 

your feet seemed to have mind of its own, racing from the stands as soon as you could, eager to congratulate the team. you spot oikawa almost immediately, a grin slowly starting to spread across your face as you found yourself closer to him. but it falters when you feel someone bump against your shoulder, then another, and a couple more. they all mumbled half-hearted apologies as they headed to the same direction you did — to oikawa. soon enough, he was out of your sight. 

this happened every time, at this point, you shouldn’t even be remotely disappointed.  

you sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to break through the wall of people that surely crowded around him, and headed over to where iwaizumi was instead.

“great job today, iwa.” you smiled, holding your hand up for a high-five — which he gladly accepted, gently bringing his palm up to yours.

“thanks for cheering for us on, yn.” iwaizumi replied before tilting is head in the direction of where oikawa stood, “i’m sure shittykawa over there appreciated it too.”

your gaze lands on oikawa once more, surrounded by his adoring fans and waiting to be interviewed by eager reporters. you turned back to iwaizumi, shrugging your shoulders, “i’m just one of many voices, he probably wouldn’t even be able to tell if i actually go to your games.” 

what you didn’t know was oikawa could pick out the sound of your voice from the hundreds of other ones in the crowd, looking for and zeroing in on it whenever he loses focus or needed to relax. 

something had to change, that much you were sure of. you knew you couldn’t keep going like this, helplessly pining over one of your closest friends knowing that he wouldn’t even spare you a second glance. you knew you deserved someone who looked at you in the same way you looked at them. so, when a classmate of yours offers to set you up on a blind date, you felt like you had no choice but to accept. 

“you’re going on a what?”  oikawa asked, though he heard you perfectly clear. he just wanted to see if you would maybe try and take it back.

iwaizumi rolled his eyes at his obviousness, how you were unable to tell that oikawa liked you was beyond him, “a date.”

“b-but we always have movie nights on fridays.” oikawa pouted, looking at you with big, pleading eyes, “you’re betraying our sacred bond of friendship. we took an oath and everything—”

“no, we didn’t.”

oikawa huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “i know that, iwa-chan. i was just trying to prove a point to yn.” 

iwaizumi couldn’t help but sigh. truthfully, he had a bit of an idea on why you were eager to go on this date anyways. still, he offered you an encouraging smile, “don’t mind him, yn. enjoy your date.”

but you didn’t, you far from enjoyed your date. mostly because you didn’t even get to experience it.

you were stood up, left waiting in a cafe for about three hours before you angrily texted your classmate that you were going home. needless to say your first attempt at getting over oikawa tooru was a complete and utter failure. you had gotten dressed up and everything, thinking that maybe — just maybe — things would finally work out in your favor. a sigh escaped your lips as you checked the time, 7 pm, you could probably still make your way to oikawa’s for movie night. muscle memory took over as you made your way to his place, practicing in your head what you could say to your friends to make your presence just a little less embarrassing; you did make a big deal of not being able to attend.

a low rumble interrupts your train of thought, just as you were about to turn the corner to oikawa’s street. it didn’t even start out as a fine drizzle, allowing you to run to your destination without getting too drenched. but no, the rain immediately fell loud and heavy — gluing your feet to the concrete in shock. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me!” you exclaimed to no one in particular, tilting your head up to the sky as soon as you realized you didn’t bring an umbrella.

“yn?”

a figure appeared a few feet in front of you, the rain making it a bit difficult to see. but that didn’t matter, you knew exactly who it was, his voice having filled your ears for most hours of the day.

“tooru.” you spoke, eyes widening as he sprinted towards you without a single moment’s hesitation, “w-what are you doing out here?” 

“i was going to the convenience store to get more snacks.” he held his umbrella over your head and pulled you closer to his side, not minding if it meant his clothes would get a little bit wet, “the better question is what are you doing? don’t you have a date?”

“i got stood up.”

“yn-chan…”

you shook your head, “please don’t say anything until we get to your house.”

safe to say your friends were more than a little shocked to find oikawa without the array of snacks they were expecting, seeing you — drenched and shivering from the rain — instead.

“you know where the dryer is, you can go take a shower too. maybe i could try and find something you can change into.” oikawa said, taking off his jacket. you nodded gratefully, making your way to the bathroom, missing the questioning looks of concern your friends gave him.

“tooru!” you called out, fresh out of the shower and clothes out of the dryer, staring wide-eyed at the heap of clothes oikawa had gathered for you.

there’s footsteps coming from the hall, rushed and frantic, you hear oikawa’s panicked voice from the other side of the wall, “yn-chan! what’s wrong? are you hurt?”

“no! i’m just wondering why there are so many clothes laid out.”

“oh, uh—” oikawa rubbed the back of his neck, grateful you couldn’t see the embarrassed flush that spread across his cheeks, “i wasn’t sure what you would be comfortable in so i grabbed some of my clothes and some of my sister’s so you had multiple options—”

“are some of these your nephew’s?”

“i panicked, okay?” he exclaimed, already wanting the conversation over with, “hurry up and get dressed, we’re watching your favorite romcom tonight.”

you giggle at his flustered state, grabbing one of his hoodies from the pile of clothes on his bed, letting yourself be engulfed in his scent. your phone lights up with a text alert, a frown gracing your face once you see who it’s from. 

oikawa stood outside his bedroom door, wondering what’s taking you so long, “you done?”

“yeah.”

he opened the door to find you angrily typing away at your phone, brows furrowed as you pressed your fingers hard down on the screen. “the guy who stood me up is asking if i wanted to go out on a different day, apparently he just didn’t feel like going today.”

“i don’t know why you agreed to that date in the first place, i’m literally right here.” oikawa mumbled. he just couldn’t help himself, mad at the guy that stood you up, frustrated at himself for not telling you how he felt, always chickening out at the last minute. he didn’t mean for you to hear him. but you did.  

“w-what?” you stuttered out, your typing stopped, hand falling down to your side. your gaze fell on him, unsure if you had just heard the right thing, not wanting to get your hopes up for nothing. 

the color drains from his face, his breath getting caught in his throat, this was not how he meant for you to find out. in fact, oikawa didn’t think you’d find out all. but it had already happened, he had already slipped up. it was too late to turn back now. “why choose someone else when i’m right here?why can’t you see that? don’t you see me?”

“tooru…” you trailed off. there was a certain amount of desperation in his voice, he couldn’t even try and hide it. tears threatened to spill from his eyes, voice cracking as he asked you question after question. 

oikawa couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to, finally voicing out the questions that had been playing in his mind the entire day. 

“why can’t you see me when i’m right in front of you?”

“i do. i just thought you didn’t see me.” you mumbled, looking down at your feet. oikawa’s eyes lit up at your words, not needing to be told twice, afraid that you would somehow take it back if he asked you to repeat. you didn’t need to, of course. despite your mumbling, he heard you loud and clear.

he chuckled softly, the sadness present in his features just a few seconds ago slowly melting away, taking long strides to close the gap between you. 

“oh, yn.” oikawa smiled, his gaze on you soft and tender. he placed a gentle hand underneath your chin, tilting your face up so your eyes could meet his, “i see nothing else but you.”

[viastro]

tastes like cola | lee jihoon

ミ★ synopsis: in which you force jihoon to be your fake boyfriend in order to finally beat your cousin at something.

ミ★ genre: fake dating!au, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 2,250

ミ★ pairings: jihoon x female reader

ミ★ notes: this one is dedicated to my luvie @urlocalcaratclown​ !! don’t think i forgot you mentioning this is one of your favorite prompts >:D i hope you like this one lucy <3

“Absolutely not.”

“But Jihoon!” He lets out an exasperated sigh, stepping out of the kitchen to go into his studio. You trail after him like a lost puppy, planning not to leave him alone until he says yes.

“Yn I said no. I’m not going to pretend to be your boyfriend just to prove to your cousin that you can, in fact, find someone who’d want to date you!” You press a hand to your heart, ego slightly deflating at the comment, but you choose to ignore it. “Pleaseeee?”

“No.” You run up so that you’re in front of him, stopping him from walking. He glares at you, and you give him the best puppy eyes you can muster.

“I will literally buy you cola whenever you want for the rest of the year if you do this for me.” He raises an eyebrow at the offer, and you internally smirk. 

“... I’m listening.”

“I just need you to go on one double date with her and her boyfriend. She’s been making fun of me for so long, we have this eternal competition that we’ve never actually vocalized, but I swear it’s a thing.” Jihoon blinks at you, and you give him a big smile.

“So will you do it?” He stares at you for a moment, watching the way your nose scrunches up as you await his answer. 

Cute. 

“Make it cola and kbbq and you got yourself a deal.” You scowl at the addition to the original offer, but still outstretch your hand towards Jihoon. 

“Alright, deal.” Jihoon grins, softly shaking your hand. 

“Now can you come sing background vocals for the song I’m making for my class?” Rolling your eyes, you nod, stepping out of the way so that the two of you can walk to his studio room.

“Should we run through it again?” Jihoon nudges you, giving you a smile in an attempt to offer some reassurance. “We absolutely do not need to run through it again. I’m very sure that we have our first date story memorized yn.”

You nervously bite your lip as the sight of the arcade draws nearer with each step you and Jihoon take. Your cousin has practically made everything between the two of you a competition since you were kids. If you got a dollhouse? She’d beg her parents to get a mansion for her dolls. You decided to grow out your hair? She grew hers longer. You were a cheerleader? She became the cheerleading captain. You lift a hand up to your mouth, about to nibble on your nails when Jihoon reaches up and takes it. He lets your hand fall, and intertwines your fingers with his.

Your eyes widen, and you turn to look at your pretend boyfriend, who is looking at anything but you. “J-Ji?”

“You gotta break that nail biting habit of yours when you're nervous. It’ll all work out yn, and besides, the arcade is like two steps away and it’d be weird if we walked in without holding hands.” You stare at him for a moment, before letting out a breath and looking forward again. 

stop falling for him you absolute buffoon, you think to yourself as your face gets warmer. Jihoon is biting back the smile from breaking out onto his face, trying not to focus on how your hand seems to just… fit.

He opens the door for the two of you once you reach the arcade, and you step in. Immediately the feeling of dread hits you when your cousin turns around and smiles at you. “Yn!” 

“Hi Mina.” You greet, lack of enthusiasm really showing that even Jihoon picks up on it. You let go of his hand to return the hug she gives you. He muffles down a chuckle when Mina turns to him, an indecipherable look appearing before she changes it back to a happy expression. “Yn, is this your friend?”

“He’s actually my-”

“I’m her boyfriend, Jihoon. It’s nice to meet you.” Jihoon interrupts, stepping over and holding your hand once again. Mina’s eyes practically bulge out of her head as she glances between the two of you. 

“N-no way..” She mumbles as she takes the chance to quickly do a onceover of Jihoon. His blonde hair is parted to the side, showing off his forehead and strong eyebrows. He’s wearing a simple white shirt and black jeans, slightly revealing his muscles. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” You ask, snapping your cousin out of her drool fest. She lets out a grin, turning around right as a tall guy walks over. He wraps his arm around her, giving you a kind smile. 

“Bong-pal, this is my cousin yn and her boyfriend Jihoon.” He extends his hand out to shake, and you outstretch yours, eyes widening at the firm grip he’s got. “Nice to meet you guys.” 

“Should we go play some games?” He asks, and the three of you nod. 

“Well it’d be strange if we came to an arcade just to stand in the lobby.” You joke, to which Bong-pal laughs. Mina’s eye twitches, and she turns to you. “Wanna play basketball?” 

Your competitive fire ignites in your chest when you see the glint in your cousin’s eye, so you let out a small smile. 

“Sure.”

oh god here we go… Jihoon thinks to himself once you turn away from Mina, catching sight of the furrow to your brows.

“Fuck yeah!” Mina shouts once she gets another point in air hockey, and you clutch the striker tightly in your hand. The two of you have been competing in multiple different arcade games for the past two hours. You’ve won three out of the five games, while Mina has won two. Her poor boyfriend just walked off to play other games by himself because it was clear Mina had one goal and one goal only. 

Jihoon reaches out and rests his hand on top of yours, causing you to turn to look at him, snapping out of your thoughts. Your features immediately soften when he gives you a reassuring grin.

“Try and relax yn, you’re literally clutching the paddle so hard your knuckles were white.” You let out a sigh, and he pats your head with a grin. Mina raises an eyebrow at the gesture, turning to find Bong-pal sitting at one of the racing games. She glares, looking back towards you and Jihoon. 

they seem more on the friendly side than the romantic side, Mina thinks to herself as she stares at the two of you. It’s like a lightbulb goes off in her head when she comes up with the idea that the two of you might not actually be dating. 

“Ji, what do you like about my dear cousin?” Mina suddenly asks, and Jihoon freezes. You curse to yourself when you remember that you and Jihoon didn’t practice any answers for that type of question.

“Where did we meet?” You ask a tired Jihoon. He lets out a yawn, leaning farther back into the couch. He closes his eyes, releasing a sigh.

“At uni.”

“Who asked who out?” 

“I asked you out because you were too scared to make a move.”

“How long have we been dating?” Jihoon opens one eye to glance at you, seeing the determined look on your face. He smiles at the sight, finding it ridiculous how passionate you are about a fake relationship.

“Two months now.”

“When did you ask me out?” 

“May 27.”

“Perfect.”

“I, uh. I-” Mina smirks, and you feel your heart drop into your asshole when you realize she might be onto your guys’ act. You let out a breath, about to open your mouth to try and change the subject.

“I like how determined she is. When she has her mind set on something, she does whatever it takes to achieve that goal. Even if there’s a lot of bumps along the way, she still perseveres.” Your mouth drops open at the honesty in Jihoon’s voice, warmth rising to your cheeks as he stares at the puck.

“She’s really funny, sweet, and most of all, she’s kind. When we first met,” Jihoon lets out a small chuckle at the memory. “I was really tired that day because I stayed up writing a song the night before. I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I ended up bumping into her, spilling my coffee onto her white shirt. Yet she was the one who kept profusely apologizing to me, offering to get me a new cup of coffee and explaining how clumsy she is.” 

Jihoon turns to look at you, letting out a small smile when his eyes lock with yours. “I’d do anything for her, even go on a double date with people I don’t know.” You cough into your elbow, trying to will away the warmth in your cheeks. Mina blinks once Jihoon finishes, looking down at her hands clutching the striker. 

“Sounds like you really like yn, huh?” She asks, and he nods. 

“Yeah, guess I do.” Jihoon mumbles, quiet enough that you almost don’t catch it, but you do. Your heartbeat is fast and loud against your ears, smile breaking out onto your face. 

Mina coughs, taking a sip of water. “Let’s start playing again, shall we?” 

“Well, it was nice meeting you Jihoon. Great seeing you too cuz.” Mina says, forcing out a laugh as she gives you a hug. You give her a genuine smile, and Jihoon chuckles about it, knowing that you’re only happy because you beat Mina at air hockey.

“It was great meeting you Bong-pal. I’ll see you at the next family dinner Mina!” You and Jihoon wave at the two, turning around to leave when your cousin stops you.

“Wait! Let me take a picture of you guys.” You and Jihoon pause, slowly turning around to see Mina already holding up her phone towards the two of you. You let out an awkward chuckle, getting ready to pose with Jihoon so that the two of you can fucking leave. 

“No be cuter!” Mina whines, and your eye twitches. There’s slight tension between you and Jihoon after he literally poured his heart out about what he loves about you, so now you just want to go home so the two of you can talk it out.

“Is this not cute?” Jihoon asks, arm wrapped around your waist. Mnia shakes her head, giving the two of you a devilish smile.

“Kiss!” You choke on your saliva while Jihoon turns into literal stone right beside you. Your cousin tilts her head to the side at your reactions, feeling satisfied that she’s almost caught you in your lie. She smirks, “Why? Is something the matter? I thought you guys were dating.”

“Nothing wrong! I’ll kiss my boyfriend.” You state, and Jihoon looks at you with wide eyes as you turn to face him. He mouths the words, are you sure? when he tentatively places his hands on your waist. In return, you give him a nervous smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before you close your eyes and press your lips to his.

Jihoon squeezes your waist, feeling his heart practically burst into butterflies at the feeling of you kissing him. He pulls you a bit closer, and you’re so caught up in the fact that his lips are soft and taste like cola due to his obsession, that you’re unable to hear Mina saying she took the picture.

“Uh, yn.”

“Yn.”

“YN!” You and Jihoon jump away from each other, turning towards your annoyed cousin and her amused boyfriend. Mina taps her phone, telling you to turn on your airdrop. Once you do, she airdrops the photos, before bidding goodbye again. Once her and Bong-pal walk out of the arcade, you and Jihoon slowly turn towards each other. 

His eyes trail down to your mouth, taking note of your lips being more swollen than before. While you also stare at his, noticing of his lips being a bit pinker than before.

“Let’s get out of here.” You mumble, turning around and walking out before Jihoon can get a word in. He grins, following after you. 

“Hey!” You continue to walk, pretending to not hear him calling you.

“Yn!” 

“Yn~” Jihoon rolls his eyes, walking a bit faster so that he’s now standing in front of you. “Oh Ji, I didn’t hear you.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You open your mouth to protest but he shoots you a look, immediately making you back down. 

“You promised to buy me kbbq whenever I asked.” Jihoon says, smirking at you when your timid expression turns into a glare. You let out a sigh, “Fine, fine. I’ll buy you kbbq.”

The two of you begin walking in the opposite direction in a tense silence. Well, the tension mainly comes from you as you are unsure of what to say now that you and Jihoon have kissed and you really wanna do it again. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Jihoon slips your hand into his, letting out a content smile when he’s reminded of how well they fit. 

“We can talk about it when we eat.” He says softly, giving your hand a squeeze. A small smile escapes you, realizing that today was quite a success. 

i guess my fake relationship will turn into something real.

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: So, this is the first story of my Blue Lock Christmas special stories. I hope u all will like them! Thanks for reading🩷

Pairing: Otoya Eita x Isagi's sister!Yn

(Slight mention of Oliver Aiku x Isagi's sis!Yn)

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No other warnings, really... there might be a little bit of angst, but that's abt it. It has a fluff ending

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

🎄Dec 10th🎄

It's the Christmas time right after the Japan team had won the World Cup. Otoya still felt the same amount of euphoria he felt months ago. He had made great new friends, got an offer to play in a good European football club, got many sponsorships, and, for Otoya most importantly, he got a lot of attention from the ladies. He always liked the attention they gave him, but never found it in himself to date one of the girls who confessed to him. Otoya wanted to blame that on the fact that he knew he wasn't relationship material, that he liked fucking around, and that he didn't want to make the same mistake he did prior to joining Blue Lock. But... Otoya knew that wasn't entirely true. He had eyes on someone else. He had feelings for someone else, and kept on silently admiring them from afar as they were happily in a relationship with someone else. And that someone was nobody other than Isagi (Y/n), their star striker's older sister. Otoya isn't someone who falls in love hard, but ever since he got to know the older Isagi he doesn't believe it. Otoya really loved the girl, and he wasn't sure what he loved more about her. Was it the laugh? The smile? The kind personality? The angry look she would send Isagi when he didn't pick his stuff up? Or maybe it was how relaxed she was? Or all of it combined? Otoya didn't know the answer, but one thing he did know is that he fell in love, and he wasn't getting out of it any time soon.

But, just like (Y/n) is perfect is Otoya's eyes, there was one imperfection about the girl that was bugging him. Well, it's not a flaw in her personality or looks, but more her partner. The one and only, Oliver Aiku, the former captain of the U-20 team and Japan's most well known two-timer. Otoya will admit it was hypocritical of him to hate Oliver for cheating, but he didn't care!

Thanks to his closeness with Isagi, Otoya got to know of all the times Oliver cheated on (Y/n), and every time she took him back! The green-eyed boy couldn't believe that, he didn't want to believe it, but... it was true. And in a way Otoya understood it, when you love someone you don't think clearly, but it didn't mean he liked it. He still remembers the day she came back home, crying while Otoya was visiting Isagi.

🎄Flashback🎄

It was the Christmas day of last year, and after a whole day of spending time with his family, he decided to visit his good friend Isagi (he hoped his sister was home, too). The blue-eyed boy didn't protest the idea much, since he was alone at home and just playing video games, while his parents went to a party and his sister went out on a date with Oliver.

"Soo... they are still dating?" Otoya asked, trying to keep his attention on the video game. Isagi sighed and did the same, not noticing or ignoring the obvious venom in Otoya's voice.

"Yeah... mom and I tried to tell her so many times to leave his pathetic ass, but she just won't. I understand she is in love with Aiku, but that doesn't mean she has to suffer like this." Isagi answered back as they waited for a new level to load. Otoya kept quiet, his grip on the controller tightening as he thought of Oliver.

'That idiot has such a sweet and caring person on his side...'

"How... how many times has it happened?" Otoya questioned.

"Hmm... Sis told me he cheated like 2 times... as far as she knows."

"Hm." Otoya's brows furrowed.

The entrance door suddenly slammed open, startling the duo and Isagi paused the game to see who it was.

"Hm?" Isagi mumbled as he walked towards the entrance. Otoya watched silently, wondering who it could be.

"Sis... it happened again?" The green-eyed boy stood up as he heard Isagi's words, his heart thumbing against his ribcage as he listened in on them.

"Y-yes... but it's fine... I was planning on breaking up today, anyways." (Y/n) sobbed out and Otoya peeked from the open entrance, only to find the girl being hugged by her brother while she was crying.

"I am so stupid."She cried out again and Otoya returned back into the living room before the siblings saw him.

'That stupid asshole...' The green-eyed boy clenched his fists as he listened in on the duo.

🎄Present time🎄

After that day, Otoya made sure to be more attentive towards (Y/n), and was more responsible with his flirting. In hindsight, Otoya should have been this way while (Y/n) and Oliver were still dating, but the flirting made Oliver mad and (Y/n) didn't seem to mind much, since he was never really inappropriate or anything. So, Otoya saw it as a win. But ever since the break up, he just couldn't bring himself to be the old Otoya in that sense. So he would just do some basic things. If he visited Isagi, he would bring some food for them and (Y/n), if she needed help with groceries, he would be there (Isagi was forced to tell him, since Otoya wouldn't stop pestering him), if she said she liked some new book, he would look for it and read. He was down that bad... The whole time he just wanted her to see he was reliable and could be there for her. Something Oliver wasn't.

Otoya sighed as he found the last item in the grocery store his mom sent him to. Memories of the final at the World Cup playing in his head.

🎄Flashback🎄

Otoya looked over at the VIP section from time to time while the team was warming-up for their match against Germany. Otoya could feel the adrenaline rush hitting him 10x harder than it usually would. Not only was this the match everyone was fighting tooth and nail to get to, but also (Y/n) was there and watching him. She was sitting with her parents and waving at the guys from time to time.

'I wish she wore my jersey instead...' Otoya thought as he noted the number 11 written on the particular shirt she wore.

"Otoya, are you alright?"

Speaking of the devil, the younger Isagi walked up to the green-eyed boy, causing him to look at the blue-eyed boy.

"Fine. I am just thinking."

"About my sis?" Isagi raised an eyebrow, watching Otoya blush a little.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Yes. It is amusing to watch." Isagi snickered as Otoya sent him a side-glare, but it quickly disappeared.

"Say... does your sister ever talk about me?" Isagi stopped laughing and looked at Otoya again.

"Well, she said you are very caring and funny to hang out with." The younger answered as be watched Otoya blush again, then continued speaking.

"You know, if you like my sister... try it. (Y/n) seems to like you a lot."

"R-really?" Otoya stuttered, frantically looking between him and (Y/n).

"Yeah. Just...just don't hurt her."

"Of course I won't! I... She means a lot to me." Otoya sighed and looked back at her, just in time for their eyes to meet. The boy blushed as (Y/n) waved at him and he waved back.

'I will ask her out if we win this final game. I promise.'

🎄Present Time🎄

'I still didn't do it... I should probably confess before I leave for Spain in 2 months.' Otoya thought as he made his way back home. The boy fished out his phone and looked at the time, then at the date.

'December 23rd...'

An idea popped in his head then.

🎄☃️🎄☃️🎄☃️🎄☃️🎄☃️🎄☃️🎄☃️🎄☃️

December 24th

Shibuya ward, Tokyo

"Otoya! Sorry if I am late!" The boy looked away from the night sky and excitedly watched as (Y/n) approached him.

"So-sorry! My ride was late. Did you wait for too long?" She asked, stopping in front of him while clutching the strap of her bag.

'Cute... she looks cute!' Otoya blushed and shook his head as he was observing her.

"Not at all... I am happy you made it here. You look good today..." The boy mumbled nervously, causing the girl to blush a little.

"Thanks, although it's nothing special. Y-you look nice, too." She stuttered the last part, at Otoya felt like his brain went blank for a moment, but he ended up shaking himself out of that state.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet up with me today. Especially when everything is so busy and crowded now. I... uhm..." Otoya felt like his heart was about to explode.

'Come on! You confessed to girls before!'

"It's nothing worth thanking me for! I really like hanging out with you!" She smiled again.

'But... with (Y/n) it's different. I really need to be smooth with it.' He took a deep breath.

"I like you! More than just a friend." Otoya said, blushing a bright red.

'Otoya Eita, you idiot!' He wanted to facepalm himself as he watched (Y/n)'s eyes widen in shock.

"I... I am sorry it came out like this, but I really meant what I said. I liked you for a while and... and wanted to say this before I leave for Spain. I..." Otoya took a deep breath as his heart broke a little by what he said next.

"I cam understand if you don't feel the same. I just hope we can still stay friends."

(Y/n) kept quiet as Otoya spoke, the boy growing more and more nervous.

'I should have kept my mouth shut-'

"I... I like you, too." She said, face flushed while trying to look directly at Otoya.

"I did for months now... and I wanted to confess weeks ago, but after I heard you will be leaving Japan soon..." (Y/n) took a deep breath. Now it was Otoya's turn to look shocked.

"I didn't want to make the little bit of time we have left awkward. I wasn't sure if you liked me."

The duo kept quiet after that for a minute, both equally excited and flushed.

"I am happy... you liking me back really makes me happy." Otoya said as a soft smile made its way on his face, moving closer to (Y/n).

"So... does that mean we are a... a couple now?" She wondered, moving closer as well.

"Of course. I... I might suck at expressing myself properly, but you mean a lot to me, and I promise to cherish you."

"Even... even when we are far apart? You won't leave me?"

"Never. I will make sure to contact you as much as possible. I would never dream of leaving you."

Otoya gently grabbed her face and the two shared a short and sweet kiss.

"To think that last Christmas I was a crying mess... a year sure makes a big difference." She laughed little as Otoya pulled her into a hug. The boy smiling from ear to ear as he felt her hug him back.

"I swear that every Christmas from mow on will be even better than the previous ones. I love you."

"Love you,too, Otoya." She sighed in bliss, hugging him tightly.

[yoichiris]

daytime shooting stars | isagi yoichi x reader ✩ a date with a reality show soccer star

"yocchan!"

you wave to him happily when you see him running up to you. from far away, he looks exactly like the last time you saw him: in his dorky vest, his hair covering his eyes slightly, with his bookbag slung over his shoulder.

but as he gets closer to you, you can see the difference. he fills his clothes like he hasn't before, the fabric stretching tightly across his chest and his shoulders. he's wider, bigger. you're sure he hasn't gotten taller, but something about him seems grander, towering over you.

"hey, yn!" he snaps you out of your daze, picking you up and twirling you around, "did you wait long?"

you shake your head when he puts you down. "nope," you smile at him, "what do you want to eat today?"

"meat," he grins, grabbing your hand, tugging you along.

isagi brings you to the yakiniku restaurant you guys used to go to after his ichinan matches, even though those days seem so far away now. several people recognize him on the way there while you stand in the background.

"you sure are popular, mr. blue lock," you tease, bumping your shoulder into his.

he blushes, but still asks, "you proud of me?"

your eyes soften. it reminds you that he's still the same yoichi as before, still wanting your praise. you nod, brushing his hair away from his eyes. he smiles, noticing your uncharacteristic silence, and catches your hand in his.

"do you want to eat anything in particular?" he asks softly, cradling your fingers.

you smile cheekily, "anything you want, as long as you pay."

"of course," he puffs his chest jokingly, and you laugh to appease him, "don't you know i'm worth millions now?"

yeah, you think. not the same isagi. but he orders way too much food, with the same expression he's always had when a good meal is mentioned, and you relax again.

you keep an eye on the veggies while he meticulously flips the grilled meat. just like before, you think, picking up a piece of mushroom and sandwiching it with juicy slices of beef.

“say ahh, yocchan,” you prompt, holding up the chopsticks to isagi’s mouth.

he chomps down on the bite with enthusiasm, and you giggle at the look of delight on his face. he finishes chewing too quickly, and opens his mouth for another bite. in return he blows on the hot food for you and feeds you the fattiest piece of pork.

being together since you were young has its perks, you smile. habits like these don’t go away.

“yoichi,” you call to him once you’re outside, tangling your fingers with his, and taking a breath of the fresh air, “will you forget about me when you’re the number one striker in the world?”

he’s surprised when you turn to him.

“why are you asking that?” he questions, tugging you closer to him, “how could i forget my favorite person in the entire world?”

you laugh, pushing him away, “be serious!”

but he doesn’t let you go, catching you around the waist instead and cupping your face in his hands. his eyes have turned serious as he presses his forehead to yours.

“i’m being serious, y/n,” he tells you resolutely, “i could never forget you, and i could never be number one without you.”

you remember his declaration of wanting to be the best striker at nine years old, then again at fourteen, and here is now, at seventeen. you thought those statements had never included you.

but you feel him now, all hard muscles and calloused fingers, and he seems exactly like the yocchan that would kick a ball with you on the playground.

“okay,” you reply, stealing a quick kiss from him, “do you wanna get dessert?”

he grins, "yes, and i want another kiss."

you press your lips to his again, surely this time, and you feel his arms tighten around you. greedy, you think. ambitious. the isagi you've always loved.