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CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'RE A MOTHER.

With no actual babies or children, you still manage to become a mother. The Blue Lock men have given you the gift of motherhood. Fem!Yn, some characters are missing i'm sorry.

A huge, colorful bouquet with tulips, roses, baby's breath, and lilies carefully sat on the coffee table inside your shared home. He was sitting on the couch behind it, a box of chocolates in hand, at his side lays the child you have spent the last few months caring for, wearing a party hat which was now crooked from its movement. Its tail wagged in excitement, and it sprung from its seat as you came near; your boyfriend pulling out a small card from behind the box.

"It's not much" he smiled, handing you the card, "but it's your first, and mine too." The card is beautiful, in the cover being an oddly shaped heart—drawn by him—filled with red glitter which had spread all around the card. Inside was a picture of the two of you, of the day in which you first saw your 'baby'.

It was nostalgic, the passage of time. What had started as a small, timid puppy was now the happiest, most brilliant canine the world had ever seen. The other side contained his handwriting, which spelled out a sentence you were once sure you would never hear at this point in your life. As if he had been reading your mind, he reads it aloud. "Happy Mother's Day, my love." Buckle up! A journey with a four-legged friend is one to cherish forever. With him, you are the proudest dog mom.

YOICHI ISAGI, Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami, Oliver Aiku, Jingo Raichi, Shido Ryusei (let's be honest, his hard would probably say "Happy day, ma"), Chris Prince.

A nice, candle-lit dinner is what awaits you at home. You stepped inside your apartment, and to your surprise, your lover is sat at your dinner table, arranged with a floral centerpiece, lit votive candles, freshly plated takeout (as he could not cook for the life of him), and a furry feline sitting on his lap. The cat's sparkly red collar had heart-shaped balloons tied to it, the balloon almost completely covering your boyfriend's peaceful expression.

"Happy Mother's Day, babe. (Cat's name) and I figured you'd like a family night to celebrate." He smiled, with you walking towards him and picking up your cat, cradling it in your arms. You placed a quick peck on its forehead, and your boyfriend excitedly pointed towards the seat on his side. On his side? There were three seats now—

"Since this is family night, (Cat's name) will be joining us. The catnip hasn't been served yet, I was waiting for you to come" he explained. You softly placed the feline on it's chair, earning a meow in return. Family dinner had gone by much too quick to your liking, the kitchen walls echoing with laughter as you and your boyfriend spent the rest of the night browsing clothes for your cat, sharing a few pecks now and then, because "moms need to replenish themselves with kisses." Congratulations on motherhood! With him, you will become the best cat mom.

REO MIKAGE, HYOMA CHIGIRI, Tabito Karasu, Jyubei Aryu, Rin Itoshi (though his affection would be much more reserved, we still love cat papa Rin), Eita Otoya.

He waited for you inside of your room, sitting on top of your desk. Beside him is an unfamiliar new decoration, a new accessory to your room. To him, though, it's much more than that. "You're back" he states, "I got you something while on the way home. This old lady was selling plants and I thought I'd get one for us, y'know? For our home."

Our home. It had such a nice ring to it, you thought. Taking a closer look at your desk, you noticed the small, brown pot with green growing out of it. It was a jade plant. You thanked him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into your embrace. Naturally, his arms wrapped themselves around your waist, with him burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"You know what the lady told me?" he questioned, "She said this could be like our child." You could feel warm breath on your skin as he let out a small chuckle, with him pulling away to capture your lips into a sweet, quick kiss. "So, does this means we're parents now?" you asked, wiggling your eyebrows in excitement. He nods, "I bought some of your favorite sweets, y'know, to celebrate, I guess." His cheeks, as well as the tips of his ears, were now a familiar shade of pink. "Happy First Mother's Day, angel." As long as you take turns with him to water it, he's more than happy to make you a plant mom.

SHOEI BAROU, Nagi Seishiro (a sibling to Choki? mayhaps), Yo Hiori, Sae Itoshi (HEAR ME OUT.)

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17020 · 3 days

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we r so close to 100 followers i might do a special thingie if we ever get to that ‼️‼️‼️ thank you for supporting my shit works 😔🙏 love yall pookies

#after i finish ccg of course….#i hate hw !!!

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17020 · 5 days

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football has consumed me completely i’m sorry that i just changed the focus of my fics it’s just i am so devastated that every team i supported in ucl got disqualified and i need to cope 😭

if yall want normal fics lmk but imma need ideas because my brain is just 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🤞i had an idea for nagi but it’s too basic but if anyone wants so discuss that dms open 🤭🤭🤭

#like not even the premier league #gosh i’m just 😑

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17020 · 5 days

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BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

LOVE IS SO DREAMLIKE. . .

A.K.A. my (mostly) normal fics. Fluffy, angsty, maybe some teeny suggestive stuff. These fics focus on the relationships itself, and can sometimes diverge from football altogether. Your typical fics, which can be canon-compliant or not!

YOICHI ISAGI

TIME OUT! Yoichi Isagi playfights with his significant other.

REO MIKAGE

XOXO, GOSSIPCORP. Reo Mikage is bored inside his father's office, so he decides to start a gossip account for Mikage Corp.

ONE. In which Reo Mikage lets his insecurities get the best of himself, and Yn is bamboozled. Pro! Post Bllk! players. Warnings for angst, insecurities, jealousy, a lil gaslighting. Fem!Yn.

AFTERMATH. Reo Mikage faces the aftermath of his actions, and his ex-girlfriend (?) tries to move on. Pro! Post Bllk! players. Warnings for swearing, violence. Angst to fluff, both platonic and romantic relationships present. Fem!Yn.

MEGURU BACHIRA

CHEESE! Little blurb of Meguru liking to take pictures.

THE SCOOTER INCIDENT. You meet a certain brunet while he rides his scooter. Warnings for tiny injury (scratches), word vomit.

HYOMA CHIGIRI

AFTERMATH. Spoiler! Reo Mikage faces the aftermath of his actions, and his ex-girlfriend (?) finds comfort in his teammate. Pro! Post Bllk! players. Warnings for swearing, violence. Angst to fluff, both platonic and romantic relationships present. Fem!Yn.

RIN ITOSHI

DOMESTIC LIFE. What’s it like to live with Rin Itoshi?

ONE MORE DATE. Rin Itoshi is set up by his mother on a date with a person she met while she shopped. He isn’t a big fan of this… or is he?

CRUST, MANTLE, CORE. Rin Itoshi has many layers. Lucky for you, you got to know every one of them.

SAE ITOSHI

COFFEE GROUNDS. Sae Itoshi is a barista, and his coffee sucks ass. You don’t mind, though.

LET'S DANCE. Sae Itoshi meets his romantic interest, who happens to be the best friend of his little brother’s girlfriend. Warnings for Fem-coded Yn, aged up characters (like 20+), drinking, ooc drunk Sae, making out at a party, Pro! Rin, Sports Journalist! Yn.

EL CLÁSICO. A blurb of Sae reacting to his s/o previously being a Barcha fan.

HEADCANONS

I'VE FALLEN (FOR YOU) The Itoshi siblings, Seishiro Nagi, and Rensuke Kunigami teach their s/o how to kick the ball. They fail miserably, falling and landing on their ass.

SERIES

CAMPUS CRUSH GALORE! (ONGOING) College is a time for exploring one’s preferences, forming connections with others, and creating new memories that will forever be cherished. The University of Tokyo, best known for its football club and its students who were ‘former gang members’, has been struck by the arrow of love. Cupids eason has arrived at the University of Tokyo, leaving many of their students lovestruck as the amount of campus crushes reaches an all-time high.

THE ART OF WINNING AND LOSING. . .

A.K.A. my fics that were more football-centered, and are inspired by the Champions League matches. This doesn't mean that they are solely descriptions of matches, but they do affect the relationship. It's basically showing support to the players, as one would do if dating them.

QUARTERFINALS.

BARCHA V. PARIS X GEN. AGG (4-6)

THE SUITE. It’s Yoichi Isagi’s birthday, and he attends his best friend’s football match.

MANSHINE CITY V. RE AL. AGG (4-4) (P) (3-4)

SHELL, FLESH, WATER. Hyoma Chigiri suffers a major football loss. He also lets his partner see his vulnerable side. Warnings for angst, comfort, nudity (???), bathing together in a sfw way, established relationship.

SEMIFINALS.

PARIS X GEN V. BORUSSIA DORTMUND. AGG (0-2)

RECONSIDER. Rin Itoshi has to reconsider his usual answer which he gives his interviewers, which is a hard “No.”

FINALS.

RE AL V. BORUSSIA DORTMUND. (???)

Will Re Al player Sae Itoshi have the win of his life? Or will he fall under BVB? See you in June in London 2024!

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #rin x reader #bachira x reader #chigiri x reader #reo x reader #sae x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #meguru bachira x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #sae itoshi x reader

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17020 · 7 days

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RECONSIDER.

Rin Itoshi has to reconsider his usual answer which he gives his interviewers, which is a hard "No." 0.9k a lil hurt to fluff?? a hint of crack. Rin being an idiot in love like always, Rin's ansgty feelings for Sae are here for a bit lol. gn! yn. not proofread i am sleepy and have like three lectures tmr.

"Will you support Re Al against Bastard Munchen?"

"Rin! Will you support your brother against Bastard?"

His inability to talk, frustrated expression, as well as his massive eye roll should've been enough indicators towards the interviewers that Paris X Gen's shining number 9 was in no mood to answer such questions. Nonetheless, their mouths were left agape as the youngest Itoshi sibling stormed off into Paris X Gen's locker room, unwilling to honor the interviewers' questions with verbal, coherent answers.

Because RIN ITOSHI did not even know the answer to that himself.

He had found himself conflicted, his mind constantly buzzing with the thought of potentially reuniting with his brother. The last time he had seen him was during the match against Japan's U-20, which had strained their relationship even further. Rin's previous priority was to avoid his brother at all costs. At least, until he had accomplished his current goal: to devour Yoichi Isagi, and rid himself of anyone who could steal his spot as the apple of his brother's eye.

If things had been left up to him, he would have yelled a loud, echoing 'No', shooing off every interviewer in sight. His bravado could have lasted him until his brother's match culminated the next day, and he could peacefully sulk as Paris X Gen had been officially been disqualified at semifinals from the Champions League.

It did not hurt as bad as he had imagined. Loss was a concept that was shown to the youngest Itoshi before, as he and his team struggled against the World 5 during Blue Lock's third selection. Furthermore, he had experienced bigger losses, such as the company that his brother provided, which had left a bigger impact on Rin than any trophy could.

As he neared the stadium's exit, his phone ringtone went off, a small smile creeping its way onto his face as he slid his finger across the screen to answer.

"Turn around!"

Without hesitation, Rin turned around, only to stumble upon you, the person who he labeled as 'his home', standing a few feet away from him. You sprinted, beelining towards his arms, with him engulfing you into his warm (not to mention sweaty), tight embrace.

"I am so, so proud of you, Rinnie. Know that I'll always love you."

No words were able to leave his mouth, as he was too caught up with your embrace to even function. Though it had been some time since Rin's love for solitude and his disgust when it came to company had dissipated, he still had some getting used to encouragement, especially from someone who he considered to be his whole world.

"...I love you too. So much."

So much, in fact, that you became his new source of inspiration. His muse, if you will. Every play, every action of his day—it was all for you, because Rin Itoshi had fallen hard.

Your love had touched him, making the Itoshi strive harder to change, and do his absolute best to not shun you away whenever his conflicting personality arises from time to time. Unknowingly, you had changed him to the point where...

Rin Itoshi had spent the car ride home pondering about the interviewers' questions.

He knew that if he got asked if he was to go, and he was totally single, he would have denied in a heartbeat. Having you stick by his side through good, bad, and ugly, though, meant he had to reconsider.

That was how deep Rin Itoshi loved you.

You had him so smitten, he was seriously considering attending a match where his brother, and his mortal enemy (who was number one on his kill list), were to face each other off in Madrid.

Sitting on your couch, you noticed your boyfriend approaching you with a troubled expression, his eyebrows furrowed while his gaze was fixated on his phone.

"Hey, Yn?"

"What's up?"

You patted the spot to your right on the couch, inviting him to sit down. As he sat down, he shifted his gaze from his phone, his eyes now meeting yours.

"I got us something."

Quickly, he turned his phone so you could see the screen, and the contents of it had made you burst out into laughter. Confused, Rin's eyebrows furrowed even more.

"What's so damn funny?"

Laughing, you unlocked your phone and opened a file, turning the phone and allowing your boyfriend to read it. He took the phone from your hand as he inspected it, his face now having a blank expression.

"You mean to tell me..."

"I know you, Rin. I knew you would like another chance to see your brother, so I went ahead and..."

"You mean to tell me we both bought two tickets to Re Al and Bastard Munchen."

You nodded, giggling as you took the phone from his hands. His face was flushed from embarrassment. He hated how predictable he was to you, as if he were an open book to you, which you have read and analyzed in minute detail.

"My seats are regular, though. Yours are VIP."

"Did you plan to buy plane tickets as well?"

Your smile fell.

He softly smiled, "I'll get the plane tickets. I'll pay you back for your tickets, we can give them to your parents if you'd like."

"My parents would need to be flown out to Spain for that, Rinnie!"

"So?" he shrugged, "tell them to pack right now."

Your expression resembled that of shock, playfully smacking your boyfriend's arm. "Rin, you know plane tickets get more expensive the later you buy them—"

"And who said they're paying?"

"What will we buy the tickets with?"

"My money???"

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x you #blue lock x you #bllk x you #rin itoshi x y/n #bllk x y/n #bllk imagines

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17020 · 10 days

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so i have little hw and think i can squeeze one fic into my to-do, should i,,,

a. write crush 3 of campus crush galore

b. write sae and rin competing against each other for yn

c. attempt to write a blurb for nagi seishiro

#xoxo ... amor!#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader

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17020 · 11 days

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kaiser baby i am SO sorry

#I HAVE NO WORDS #OH MY GOD #blue lock spoilers

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17020 · 12 days

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"Quick, Yn! Cheese!"

Your walk in the streets of Barcelona had suddenly come to a halt, as you turned towards your boyfriend. The corners of your lips curled to form a smile, with your eyes slightly squinting in excitement as you raised your arms, resting your chin in your hands, seemingly framing your face for the 'camera' in front of you.

MEGURU BACHIRA extended his hands in front of him, using his index fingers and thumbs to create a frame around your figure. Using his right thumb, he pressed the 'shutter' button.

"Aaaand... click!"

The Barcha player's arms fell to his sides, his eyes now shut close; he hummed as a flirtatious smile plastered itself on his face. His joyful, yellow eyes then fluttered open, meeting yours.

"How did I look?"

He chuckled, lifting his arm and gently cupping your cheek, planting a quick kiss onto your forehead. "Gorgeous as ever, bebé."

You tilted your head to your side, smirking as you raised your brow.

"What if you take a picture and I look horrible?"

"I'll keep it in my blackmail folder!"

"You have a blackmail folder?"

"Yeah! You remember that one time we went for ice cream in Madrid after my match against Atlético and you wore my away jersey with white pants and accidentally fell into a puddle and it looked like you—"

You moved your finger towards his waist, playfully jabbing him in the process. As a result, laughs escaped past his lips, choking out some 'Ow's in between.

"Hey—you better delete that! You'll need to clear up your storage soon, honeybee" you winked.

He smiled as he elevated his hand and drove it towards his forehead, using his index finger to point at it.

"This has unlimited storage, babe. As long as I'm alive, I'll keep your pictures in my mind always."

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #meguru x reader #bachira x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bachira x you #bllk x y/n #blue lock x y/n #bllk x you #bllk imagines #bachira x y/n #blue lock x you

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17020 · 14 days

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ᥫ᭡ CAMPUS CRUSH GALORE! THE TEACHING FARM.

# CRUSH 002 — KEISUKE BAJI, 26. VET STUDENT.

Keisuke Baji gets to work in a teaching farm along with his classmate in order to pass his clinical rotations. 1.3k fluff/crack, ooc! baji, soft! baji, this is absolute poopy im sorry. gn! yn. ending is a bit rushed sorry.

Clinical rotations were a pain in KEISUKE BAJI's ass.

Yes, his life-long dream was to become a veterinarian, and even though it had seemed out of reach at first, he was now one step closer to fulfilling it. The road to veterinary included clinical rotations, which is what Keisuke dreaded the most.

Although rotations prepared him for emergency situations, nine times out of ten Keisuke had found himself utterly exhausted and sleep deprived, and thanks to the team-based approach rotations had, the hot-headed male found himself drowsily provoked by some of his classmates' stupidity.

Keisuke knew clinical care would come in handy, as his friends Chifuyu and Kazutora had already graduated veterinary school, with Chifuyu offering both him and Kazutora a job at his new pet shop, Peke-J Land.

Nonetheless, the raven-haired male was prone to picking fights as hunger, sleep, and a shit ton of information to memorize plagued his mind all at once. The deprivation of sleep and his constant nagging behavior had set him back, marking his rotations as failed.

Keisuke Baji was not surprised when he got called into the counselor's office. Again.

It was no secret to the university's academic faculty that Keisuke could be a... handful. When he sat down in front of the counselor, he was served a tremendous stack of white papers, with check boxes marked and signatures at the bottom.

Reports. Each and every one was about him.

"We understand how stressful clinical rotations can be, as well as the toll they can take on one's health, Baji, but your classmates—even the teaching faculty, they find themselves..."

"Find themselves what?"

"...they're walking on eggshells, Baji. Look, your behavior has made you fail clinical rotations, and our policy states that if a student was to fail, they would have to undergo remediation. So, for the meantime, you'll be assigned to a new, more calm rotation as remedial."

Which is why Keisuke Baji found himself standing in a barn, waiting to be assigned a partner.

A part of him understood that remedial was, to some degree, necessary. Yes, he had tried his best to be studious, yet his behavior ended up costing him his rotations approval. Keisuke was grateful that university had granted him more independence, as the news of his remediation classes would never reach his mother unless he himself were to speak to her about it. Though, the people he did have to tell, were his friends, as he had to explain why he would not be joining the pet shop during vacations.

When the news reached Peke-J Land, Keisuke's phone flooded with messages, ranging from jokes, to good luck wishes, even to bets, as Chifuyu and Kazutora were sure that this would be the first time in which their friend would finally be put in his place.

A few minutes after he arrived, Keisuke felt a tap on his shoulder, and as he turned around, he was met with the most gorgeous pair of eyes he had ever seen. Standing in front of him was an alluring figure, which had put every other person he had caught a glimpse of from his friends' magazines to absolute shame.

"Excuse me, are you Keisuke Baji?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Yn Ln, and we got partnered up for this week's rotation."

"Nice to meet ya."

Keisuke had found himself quieter than usual, speaking only what he deemed as mandatory. For someone who could be quite rowdy and filled with adrenaline, he was more zen than ever. Because he was determined to not fail rotations again, and set his dream of being a vet even further. Besides, he had a good night's sleep, as well as some good old peyoung yakisoba as breakfast. The fact that the person in front of him had caught his eye and their presence basically coerced him into being on his best behavior had nothing to do with that. Yup. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Into the barn stepped one of the farmers, along with a small calf. It looked as if it was only a few weeks old, with its fluffy, white fur being covered with caramel spots. It let out a soft moo as it followed suit behind the farmer.

"Her name is Daisy, and she's ready for feeding" the farmer explained, leaning down and petting the calf, "the feeding bottle is at the table in the back. You take good care of'er, will you?"

You nodded and offered the farmer a smile, and as he stepped out of the farm, the calf raced in an attempt to gallop outside of her barn. She was successful, until a small dip in the grass had caused her to trip and fall.

"Shit!"

"Baji! Run!"

You and him sped towards the calf, which was now crying in pain. Keisuke had reached her first, with him scooping the calf into his arms and carrying her back to the barn. Your cheeks flushed, as the image of your (very cute) classmate with Daisy was to be carved into your memory forever.

"It's so nice of you to carry Daisy, Baji! You want me to carry her with you? Calves can be a bit on the heavy side, you know..."

"I got it" he grinned, "I could carry two Daisy's if I wanted to."

No, he could not. That was a complete lie. Even though his hobby was muscle training, Keisuke was on the verge of accepting your offer, but the laugh that escaped your lips as you trotted towards the barn made it totally worth it. You approached the table, picking up the feeding bottle filled with milk and waiting for Keisuke.

He stepped into the barn, carefully laying Daisy on the ground. Keisuke kneeled next to her, snaking his arms around the calf's neck, seemingly embracing her.

"I'll hold her so she won't run away while you feed her."

You smiled, thanking him as you kneeled with the bottle in hand, driving it towards the calf's snout. Daisy happily suckled on the bottle, with you and Keisuke staring in awe. Unbeknownst to you, Keisuke's focus had shifted, with his eyes now admiring you.

"So, how come you're here at the farm?" he questioned.

"I was told to come help some students that had remedial!"

"Oh."

"How come you're here, Baji?"

"...remedial. But this time I'll pass, I swear!" he replied, ears red from embarrassment as he tried to defend himself. You giggled as he subconsciously hugged Daisy even tighter. "If you're with me, then you're sure to pass" you winked.

"Is that a promise?" he smirked.

"It's a threat" you smiled, "I've helped many of my classmates before, and nobody has failed. If you fail I will personally raise Daisy so she can push you to the ground."

The man in front of you let out a heartfelt laugh as he pulled away from Daisy and stood up, offering you a hand. You grabbed his hand and stood up, seeing as the calf had finished her milk. All of a sudden, a sound was heard.

Plop!

Keisuke had felt a sudden weight added to the top of his shoe, and a pungent smell had reached both his and your nose.

"She..."

"Baji, this is totally normal in veterinary, okay?"

"She... she..."

"She's just a few weeks old!"

"She shit on my shoe."

"Yes, Baji. It seems like poor Daisy couldn't wait until she reached the freestalls—"

"Daisy took a fucking shit on my shoe."

You stifled a laugh as Keisuke let out an exhausted sigh, burying his face in his hands as his whole face was beet red.

"Look, if she pooped then that means she's ready for nap time. There's a convenience store nearby, I can buy us some ice pops while she naps if you want!"

"And be reminded of the damn log she just left on my shoe???"

"Oh."

"I'd be down for yakisoba, though."

"Great! Shall we, then?"

He nodded, "let's go, pretty."

#tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #keisuke baji x reader #keisuke x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x you #baji x you #baji x y/n #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n

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17020 · 23 days

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“ THAT SHOULD BE ME ” — JUSTIN BIEBER <//3

࿓⋆ tags - silly fluff !!

࿓⋆ contains - various from jjk, hq, and bllk

he hates that thing. that dirty, grimy, ball of fluff that sleeps and cuddles with you every night. that should be him in your arms, tucked into your neck and help tightly as you sleep. his eyes scan over your instagram story in envy.

“me and churro against the world!!”

it’s honestly an adorable picture, he thinks. your cheek is slightly smooshed into the plush and the necklace he bought you for your anniversary is sitting on your collarbone. there’s a cheeky little smile on your face, partially hidden by some of the fluff of the plushie.

but that’s besides the point! your captions should only consist of you and him against the world, not some sack of fuzz you bought just a few weeks ago.

he doesn’t realized he’s been zoned out for so long, thinking about the 37th way he can toss that thing in the trash. not until a notification pops up on his screen,

can you come over? i miss you 😞💔💔

in DIRE need of a hug rn🙏💗

what perfect timing!!

you better bet his ass is in your driveway in a matter of minutes.

gojo, yuji, toge, atsumu, oikawa, bokuto, hinata, tsukki, kuroo, suna, rin, nagi, shidou + your favs! (could fit with anyone really)

✮ — heyyy guysss……sorry for um being in the trenches for so long and basically lying😭🙏 ill maybe write some more if i see any requests i like but idk🙁🙁🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

#love love love

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17020 · 23 days

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SHELL, FLESH, WATER.

Hyoma Chigiri suffers a major football loss. He also lets his partner see his vulnerable side. Warnings: angst, comfort, chigs is sad, nudity (???), bathing together in a sfw way!!!!, established relationship, just vulnerable hyoma letting out his fears. 1.4 k wc. not proofread because i don't have power and i'm lazy.

The essence of HYOMA CHIGIRI resembled that of an alluring, intriguing fruit, with an exterior so polished that it conceals the rich, soft flesh that lays inside. Like a coconut's hard and refined shell, Hyoma's exterior protected the raw flesh he most desperately wanted to keep to himself, with his flowing, aggressive emotions encapsulated by his public, self-assured persona.

The shell of Hyoma Chigiri consisted of ego, tenacity, and superiority. The self-confidence which the redhead possessed had him feeling ecstatic to tread the path that lead towards becoming the world's best striker. Though, there were very few instances in which Hyoma Chigiri had his shell crumble and be crushed to oblivion, finding his tender flesh be surrounded by defeat and humility.

The first instance took place in his middle school years, with his superiority shattering unexpectedly as his torn ACL left him bedridden for months, being consumed by the fear of returning to the sport he once loved.

The second instance happened when he got substituted during the Blue Lock Eleven's match against the Japan U-20, as his lack of stamina and his overall exhaustion left him benched and catching his breath for the remainder of the match.

The third and most recent instance, was when Manshine City got disqualified during the Champions League quarterfinals. It was a gruesome tie which led to overtime and then penalties, with Hyoma's penalty kick being blocked by Re Al's goalkeeper, thus ending in a crushing 3-2 defeat.

He had succumbed to the pressure, waiting for more than half a minute to receive a new ball, as the previous one had been kicked towards the stands. The screams and curses that came from the stands were not the only pressure he had to bear, as there was a sudden, sharp pain coming from his knee.

His knee was a ticking time bomb, and as he pushed his leg forward to kick, he realized that in that moment, he had become utterly useless.

A soft penalty. A floater, aimed for the Re Al goalkeeper's face. The goalie had no problem catching it. It had practically landed straight into his hands.

Hyoma Chigiri was at a loss for words.

His shell had once again cracked, and he struggled to compose himself in front of millions. It was not like he could have run away, as the pain from his knee left him unable to exit the field by himself. His closest teammates, Nagi and Mikage, had to carry him out, with Mikage asking to be handed his phone to send a message.

It was a no-brainer who he was texting.

Because having stood by Hyoma's side as his partner, meant that who Hyoma needed the most during times as though as these, was you.

You knew Hyoma like the back of your hand, having explored every inch of him in both physicality and mind. Breaking through his outer husk was no easy task at first, as your redheaded boyfriend always scurried to pick up the pieces in an attempt to contain his emotions and keep them to himself. It took time for Hyoma to give in, eventually granting you the permission to wander into his rich inner world of emotions, as well as granting you the role of his anchor, providing the security and comfort he most desperately longed for.

Mikage's text was not necessary for you to recognize that Hyoma would be in need of reassurance. The frustrated expression your boyfriend had on his face as he scanned the crowd in hopes of finding you was enough, with his state of distress affecting his concentration, thus hindering his search.

The second the referee blew the whistle to mark the match's end, you stood up from your seat, beelining towards your car. After sliding in the key and starting the car, you shot Hyoma a message, letting him know that you would pick him up at his designated exit. After receiving a quick 'K' as a response, you prepared yourself for what was to come.

Because the pain was shared, and Hyoma Chigiri would no longer have to bear his troubles on his own.

It pained you. Why wouldn't it? Seeing how your boyfriend let himself into your car, his gaze purposefully avoiding yours as he gulped. He opened his mouth as he reached for the seatbelt, and as he clicked the seatbelt down, no words seemed to come out. He let out a shaky breath, as his eyes glimmered from the tears he refused to let out. Not for now, at least.

"Just drive, please."

The ride was quiet, with neither of you daring to say a word. Knowing Hyoma and how intense he could be, it was best to maintain the peace and avoid any comments that could set him off. It was hard, to intentionally ignore the sniffles that came from your side, your peripheral vision showing the redhead using the back of his hands to wipe the tears flowing down his cheeks.

You had to fight back tears.

Stepping foot into your shared home, you headed to the bathroom. Without hesitation, your boyfriend followed your trail. It had become a routine for the two of you. Whenever one of you was feeling off, the other would run a bubble bath, lighting some scented candles to help the other unwind and relax.

As the water filled up the tub, you opened the cabinet next to the shower, pulling out a candle and a lighter. Carefully, you poured some citrus-scented soap into the running water, swirling the water with your hand to mix it up. You lit the candle and set it to the side, on top of the sink, then drying your hands with the hand towel. Turning off the tap, you turned around to face the door, hearing how your boyfriend slipped off from his uniform, and softly stepped into the tub. You reached for the doorknob.

"I'll be in the living room if you need me, okay?"

Hyoma hummed in disapproval. Curious, you turned to face him, as he patted the edge of the tub. You tilted your head to the side in confusion, as he plopped his hand back inside the water.

"Don't leave" he pleaded, "join."

You offered him a wistful smile as you raised your index finger and swayed it, motioning for him to turn his head. You stripped your clothes from your body, letting them fall onto the bathroom floor. You cautiously stepped inside the tub, taking a seat facing your boyfriend.

His knees were drawn up to his chest, with his arms wrapped around them. His gaze was fixated on the light, pinkish scar that decorated his knee, almost as if he looked at it with disgust.

"I missed the penalty shot."

"It's okay, Hyo. There'll be other chances."

"We lost the match because I failed."

"It's not your fault, Hyoma. There's always next season, baby."

"My fucking knee is holding me back."

A sob escaped his lips, and his hands went up to cover his face. Hyoma was disheartened, completely consumed by the thought of the loss being his fault. It felt like a setback, as he now had to rest due to his injured knee. His dispirited cries echoed in the bathroom walls, with Hyoma trying to spill his guts in between sobs.

He explained every thought, and every feeling. How the pain had held him back, making him fail his floater kick. How he saw the goalkeeper talk to his substitute who had played against him before, and how he could have potentially warned him about Hyoma's floater kicks being aimed at the center. More importantly, he expressed his sorrow, with his doubts of ever playing in next season's Champions League plaguing his mind.

He leaned forward, engulfing you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his torso, using the tip of your index finger to draw circles on his back.

"Sorry I disappointed you" he apologized.

You shook your head in response, pulling him closer to you. "You will never disappoint me because you lose a match, Hyo. You are my greatest pride, and I wouldn't trade you for the world. I will forever be proud of you."

You felt his lips curve into a small smile.

"I love you, Yn."

"I love you too, Hyoma."

He detached himself, with his eyes meeting your own and his hands cupping both your cheeks. Guiding you towards him, Hyoma pulled you in for a sweet, heartfelt kiss.

"Don't ever leave me. Please."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Pinky."

"Even if I didn't win the Champions."

"Baby, the Champions is a freaking sham anyway. I'll be by your side until i breathe my last breath."

note. if real madrid wins the champions this year i will make something similar for sae except it will be happy. as a city stan, i cried. bernardo silva i am watching you. this is for my city gyals and pals.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #chigiri x reader #hyoma x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #chigiri x you #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk imagines

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living in my little country and spending 9 hours with no power is an experience

#this is why i dont post as often anymore im sorry !!!#im trying my best to write atm #xoxo ... amor!

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new theme and carrd, please interact with this post/lmk if you read my carrd mwah sending hugs !!!

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ᥫ᭡ CAMPUS CRUSH GALORE! LOVE LEAVES BRUISES.

# CRUSH 001 — RIN ITOSHI, 20. FILM MAJOR.

Rin Itoshi certainly comes up with weird plans to go visit the nurse... 1.9 k fluff, college! au, gn! yn, mentions of injuries and a teeny bit of blood. Rin is sort of emotionally constipated but that's just him.

To a certain extent, RIN ITOSHI regretted studying film.

Yes, it had brought him emotional awareness. He acquired the ability to distinguish the various emotional factors that played a key role in a person's decision-making, as well as recognizing behavioral patterns through critical thinking, thus being able to objectively determine the logic (or lack thereof) in an actor's actions.

This led to self-reflection: his day-to-day actions, as well as his classmates, were meticulously analyzed by him, subconsciously being categorized as 'logical' or 'complete nonsense.'

Lately, he had noticed a slight—no—huge difference. A newfound pattern, if you will. His recent weekly routine was nothing short of illogical, as he had found himself sprinting to the nurse's office for (very) minor injuries.

It had all started when he was training with his teammates, as the Blue Lock football club was to prepare itself for the upcoming season, and the tournaments that came with it. A rushed direct kick and a distracted Jyubei Aryu ended in Rin's arm wrapped around his teammate's waist, with Aryu's arm draped over his shoulders, loudly complaining about the (totally unstylish) bruise he was to get due to Rin's kick.

When the raven-haired man knocked on the office door, he was met with a sweet and melodic voice, softly telling him to come inside. The door opened to reveal a stretcher, cabinets filled with medications and ointments, and a small wooden desk, with University of Tokyo's eye-catching nurse sitting behind it.

Rin Itoshi was interested in the nurse. Sure, his mission was to just carry Aryu to the nurse since he was the one to injure him, yet the youngest Itoshi had settled for staying longer than he should have. He was taking in every single one of the nurse's features, captivated by the alluring (e/c) eyes, and the worried expression on the nurse's face while inspecting his teammate's leg.

He was too absorbed in the nurse's beauty to notice his teammate grumpily asking him for help, as he required assistance to return to the field to get ahold of his bag. He mentally cursed as he carried his classmate, unable to decipher that unsettling feeling in his stomach that surged when he first entered the office.

The next day, he beelined towards the office once his classes were done for the day, swiftly knocking on the door and swinging it open, revealing the same nurse from the day before, a small smile plastered on their face.

"Is everything okay?"

"My stomach feels weird."

He then proceeded to be flooded with questions about his diet, his breakfast, or even the possibility of taking medications which could have caused a stomachache. The nurse's voice was laced with concern, which made the man's stomach fluttering worse. Rin felt childish while describing his symptoms, and how there was a constant fluttering sensation in his stomach since the day before. The nurse reassured him that it could be due to stress, or perhaps new experiences.

"Itoshi, have you had anything exciting happen to you lately?"

He furiously shook his head in response, insisting it must have been his breakfast, since his older brother was in charge of cooking that morning. After receiving a pill with digestive enzymes, he quickly swallowed it and went on his way. Before he stepped foot out of the office, he had one question to ask.

"What's your name?"

As Rin walked away he felt his whole face grow warm, a soft shade of pink decorating his nose, cheeks, and ears. He recognized that this was unlike him, his mind filling itself with confusion as his walking pace fastened. Soon enough, Rin Itoshi found himself sprinting through the university's campus, desperate to find the entrance of his dorm.

Rin Itoshi did not know how to label his feelings at first. They were a mix of curiosity, admiration, and... uneasiness. It was unusual for him, to spend the last two days fixated on the same person, spelling their name constantly in his head and having the image of them pop up on his mind. He was eager, for the first time in his life, for something other than football.

He wanted to get to know Yn Ln, the University of Tokyo's nurse.

And as time flew by, his actions went from 'weird' to 'complete nonsense'. Rin frequented your office, stopping by a few times a week with minor complaints. Sometimes he settled for a headache, only to feel your fingertips lightly graze the crown of his head, asking where it hurt the most to see if it was a migraine. Other times, he settled for a fever, purposely running towards your office after a tiring day of football practice, so the thermometer could reach just the right temperature, and so the back of your hand could touch his forehead, with his act becoming even more believable as his whole face flushed red with embarrassment.

It took him a while to realize that, the emotions that drove him to such extent as to faking sickness just to see you, were derived from love. Being a film major made him less emotionally constipated: enough to let him deny his feelings for weeks, and enough to let him comprehend that, in the end, whatever stupidity he was doing, he did it out of love.

His first love was the university's nurse.

With each visit, he managed to grow more confident, asking questions about your personal life. They started off subtle, asking about your age, why you chose the job, and how long you worked there. He was relieved when you revealed that you were around his age, and a fourth year medicine student who wanted to gain experience with treating patients, being allowed by UTokyo to work as a part-time nurse.

His charades continued, with him using every excuse in the book to visit your office. He had learned the schedules of your shifts, and had found himself thinking of you while his professor's lecture became background noise. He felt excited when he heard that they would soon learn of practical, digital, and special effects, with a collaborative work based on makeup effects and prosthetics.

Rin Itoshi thought he had the most brilliant idea.

He offered himself to be his classmate's canvas for special makeup effects. The assignment was simple: to paint a bruise, and to make it look realistic. When the class ended, he once again sprinted out, knowing the way towards your office like the back of his hand.

He knocked twice, which was his way of letting you know he was the one behind the door. You opened the door to let him in, your brows furrowed with worry as your gaze went directly to his right arm, which had a nasty, purple bruise. With widened eyes you carefully dragged him inside, forcing him to lay down on the stretcher. You delicately got ahold of his wrist, guiding it towards you so that you could have a better look.

The bruise was a blue-ish shade of purple, which was an indicator of it being recent, around a day or two old. Your fingers softly grazed the bruise, and as if on queue, the young Itoshi sibling squeezed his eyes shut, feigning the feeling of pain.

"What happened, Itoshi?"

He shrugged it off, replying that it had been a product of football practice. It was the most believable excuse according to him, seeing as his teammate had gotten a bruise (from him) by training football.

Letting go of his arm, you turned to the cabinets, opening one of them and pulling out a small, white bottle with a red cap, along with some white, fluffy balls.

Rin felt his heart stop. The color drained from his face.

How could he be this stupid?

You took one cotton ball and opened the bottle, carefully drenching the ball with the antiseptic. You turned back to him, taking notice of his current state. You chuckled at the sight.

"Hey, it's just antiseptic, okay? It's not going to sting since you don't have any cuts."

He pulled his arm towards him, as he tried to get off the stretcher. To his surprise, you pushed him back, forcing him to stay seated. You had a serious look on your face, which the man had never seen before. He was taken aback by your reaction, and was too stressed to even think of a way out.

"Rin Itoshi, this is not my first rodeo with patients who try to run away. Stay seated and let me clean."

Rin Itoshi was already planning his funeral.

The only thing left for him to do was to look away, because he sure as hell was not going to look at you. He felt like he did not deserve to, losing all staring privileges from the minute he sat down on your stretcher. Drops of sweat were trickling down his face, and his knee was rapidly bouncing up and down from the anxiety.

You took the soaked cotton ball and warily brushed his skin with it, puzzled as to why there was purple on the ball. You continued to drag the ball onto his skin, seeing as how the purple hues on his skin were magically gone with each swipe. You held in your laughter as you discarded the now purple cotton ball into the trash, then turning to look at Rin, who was too embarrassed to even meet your gaze.

"Look, Itoshi! The antiseptic was so good it took the whole bruise away with it!" you joked, with the hope of lightening up the mood.

The man's gaze was fixated onto the ground.

"...I'm sorry. Sorry I made you waste your time."

You offered him a smile, explaining how there was no time wasted, as you liked spending time with him, and how you got excited whenever he stopped by. Finally, his gaze met yours as his eyes gleamed with happiness, as he was genuinely pleased that his moment of ridicule had not been in vain. Your fingers intertwined themselves with his, and his fingers were damp from how scared he was. Not that you minded, though, as you had a front row seat to see how Rin's 'marvelous' plan failed miserably.

"I like seeing you, Yn. It's just... I don't... I don't know how..."

"If you're up for it, we can go to the coffee shop that's a few blocks down from here! My shift ends in 20 minutes, so..."

He nodded in response, his pale face now turning into a subtle shade of pink. He got up from the stretcher, stumbling towards the door from his nervousness. As he opened it he turned around, taking in your beauty one last time before he left.

"See you in 20?"

You smiled, "See you in 20, Itoshi."

He closed the door shut and you sighed in relief, grateful that the bruise on his arm was not actually real. You wondered if his bruise had to do with his coursework, as you had received a text from your friend who also majored in film, with them telling you that their group assignment was based on prosthetics.

Your pondering got cut short as you heard a loud scream, presumably from a guy, as well as some muffled yelling and threats. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Rin, with a small streak of blood running down his nostril, and a soccer ball in his hands.

"This time it's real, I promise."

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #bllk x you

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