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# 04 - requiem for a dream

— MLIST ;; did u guys know? i rlly like otoya

WARNINGS !! smoking, explicit mentions of smoking marijuana; NSFW, mentions of masturbation + otoya wanting to have sex w/ reader

the practice on the following day bored y/n quite a lot. there were no friendly practice matches and no one paid her much attention except for karasu, who'd try to flex his muscles and his soccer skills for the girl every now and then but would get immediately stopped by kenyu.

nagi would sometimes plop down next to her, asking her if she's got any games on her phone since reo took his but he'd leave as fast as he came due to the purple player dragging him back to the pitch.

what y/n found the most peculiar was rin. the black-haired man hadn't paid her any attention ever since she came. well, he didn't do that yesterday either but ever since her argument with him, (and the twitter conversations) she expected him to say something to her or at least look at her but much to her dismay, he didn't. he was far too focused on scoring to care.

y/n was practically dying of boredom just 30 minutes into the match until her daydreaming state was ruined due to the loud entrance of eita.

eita looked worse than he did the previous day. his hair was messed up, his beanie was nowhere to be found, there was evident blush and sweat decorating his features—he also had a lopsided smile.

what surprised her the most however, was the familiar scent of marijuana that echoed throughout him—it was obvious to anyone who looked at him for more than 2 seconds to realise that he had been smoking.

she was the first to greet him, she rushed quickly towards him before anyone could question him.

she wrapped him into a hug—an action that was happily reciprocated by the taller man.

she leaned her face into the crook of his neck, her lips close to his ear and mumbled 'meet me in the parking lot after practice, kay?'

eita froze, he didn't say anything but slowly nodded at her after she pulled apart—the same smile plastered across his features yet his eyes told a different story, his eyes looked as if he'd accomplished something extraordinary.

the pair of teenagers—specifically y/n were unaware that a set of teal eyes had been staring at them since the man's arrival. rin didn't know why but ever since y/n hugged eita, he was desperate to punch something or someone.

but those thoughts left as soon as they came. once y/n pulled apart, he quickly removed his eyes from her figure and began to play as if nothing had happened however, he knew couldn't shake away those thoughts.

he looked at eita again, he was smiling—other than the effects of the drug, just what did y/n say to him that made him like that? he wondered but he knew he didn't have time to dwell on such mundane matters so instead of questioning or hypothesising, he took his attention back to the ball that placed near his shoes.

he'll just ask eita another time.

eita was joyous, to say the least. not only did the drug make him feel as if he's been walking in clouds but the realization that y/n —someone he'd pinning for (at least) a day now—had asked to meet him somewhere private yet happiness was short-lived since her father—the coach, finally noticed him and began to scold him for being so very late.

karasu took this opportunity to walk and sit down next to y/n on the benches and question her about what she could've possibly said to eita to make him look so joyous.

once he asked, y/n just shrugged—not even bothering to elaborate. he tried to pester her further but all his attempts were futile. he didn't lost hope though but was forced to give up once he heard his coach calling for him.

at last, a good thing came to y/n’s day after all. she couldn't wait to meet eita in the parking lot.

once the practice nearly died out and most of the team was busy getting rehydrated. y/n slipped out carefully from the benches to make her way to the parking lot but not before sending off a wink in eita's direction as an indication and reminder for their activities.

otoya wasn't a bad a person—no, far from it; he was a good friend, a good brother and an amazing soccer player.

yet there was a field in which he lacked—romantic relationships. he wasn't ever the one to involve himself in the world of dating, he'd rather prefer to hook up with someone once or twice and leave them be.

but he wasn't a heartless creature, he'd make sure that the other party was aware of what they were getting themselves into and if the other ever caught feelings? then that's on them. besides, he stayed friends with numerous people he hooked up with—including karasu, that's how they had met and now? their hookups were long forgotten and they were simply just friends.

otoya wasn't a perv either. well, he sort of us was but there was a side to him that would scream out in guilt everytime he ever had lewd thoughts or did something unacceptable by society.

so when he saw the coach's daughter entering the gym, he couldn't help but be infatuated by her. maybe it was the way her breasts looked or her thighs? he didn't know. all he knew was that he wanted to get a taste of her, no matter the cost.

a part of him felt guilty for feeling such a way towards his coach's daughter but all sense left him when he realised the effect she has caused to him.

that night, when he arrived late at home and sore from practice; he rushed to the bathroom, not to shower but to get rid of the seemingly unnoticeable yet uncomfortable problem that he had.

he let the predictable movement of water dull out the sounds of his groans and grunts as he began to take care of his problem, all while wishing, imagining that she were the one doing it for him.

so when today, she requested him to meet him at the parking lot, he couldn't help but let his imagination wander but, he knew that he still had practice and should focus on it. ultimately, he chose to slack off instead—i mean, he was already high and maybe he'd get a memory to treasure so it was a reasonable trade, no? just one day of practice for a lifetime of lewd imagery that would bless his mind.

he was excited, to say the least. when she winked in his direction when he was busy drinking water. the unnoticeable action did wonders to his lower half and he couldn't wait to get rid of his frustrations soon.

he walked a few moments later, nodding goodbye to his team as he made his way to the parking lot where he saw her standing so innocently in the parking lot which was now mainly empty except for a few cars that belonged to other club members.

'hey eita,' she called out to him. the way his name fell out of her tongue made him wish to completely destroy her to the point where his name was the only one she could mutter.

'please, call me otoya,' he spoke, in turn. ''kay, 'toya, do you have a car?' she inquired.

a devilish smirk appeared on his face, 'no but we can narrow tabito's, i'm sure he wouldn't mind, why?'

'well... i just need some of the stuff,' she spoke, 'y'know? i smelled marijuana from you today.'

oh. so that's why she wanted to meet him. right, no girl like her would ever want to meet someone like him for anything but weed. his disappointment was immeasurable but nonetheless, he responded to her in hopes that maybe once she'll allow him to get his way with her.

'yeah, got a whole stash,' he said, trying to not make his disappointment evident. 'you smoke?' he asked as he lead her towards tabito's car.

'mhm, yeah. tried to stop before moving here and was successful 'til i met you and now i want to feel it again,' she explained. 'then, y/n, you're going to love what i have.'

the walk towards tabito's car was short-lived. he opened the door as fast as he could with his already stoned state. he was careful to not get caught by any teachers or club members here nor did he want tabito to interrupt them.

the two teenagers finally sat themselves in the car with eita on the driver's seat and y/n on the passenger's.

finally, eita reached into the dashboard of the car and removed his stash of marijuana. the plant was welcoming y/n, she was desperate to smoke it.

eita noticed her eagerness and stifled a chuckle, he took the drug out of it's container and began to roll a blunt for her as efficiently as he could.

eventually he succeeded and placed it in the teenager's mouth; after doing so, he made one for himself as well.

y/n allowed the drug to intoxicate her senses, robbing her of any sense she had earlier. she felt light, as if her worries had been drained and removed from her body with the smoke she exhaled. there was a sort of peace that came with this. so what if she was harming herself? as long as she could feel at such an ease, she'd willingly sacrifice herself for it.

'how do you feel?' eita asked her with a grin on his face. a smile had found it's way onto her features as well, 'better than i felt all week.'

'that's good to hear,' he said as he turned to look at her, 'you should smile more, makes you look pretty.'

she ignored him as she took another inhalation of the plant. she felt happy, giddy, light-headed. she couldn't get enough.

she looked at the man next to her, she felt a sort of admiration for him. 'thank you for this 'toya,' she said. the man next to her looked at her in shock as if his ears were deceiving him.

'for what?'

'dunno. guess for the weed? most of my old friends wouldn't even let me near the stuff since they were scared for my health,' she explained, starting to feel bittersweet over the remembrance of her dear friend, kunigami rensuke, who'd always look out for her health.

y/n began to talk again, explaining her old life to the stranger next to her. maybe it was the effects of the drug but she felt so at ease that she was willing to tell him everything about her life even though she only met him yesterday.

eita, too, felt the same way. maybe the drugs but he didn't mind telling her about his familial life or any of his problems either—things he didn't even tell tabito, his best friend.

they spent a few hours in the car, talking, smoking and getting to know each other better. by the end of the night, otoya dropped her off at her house as he bid her good bye but not before asking her if they would ever do that again, to which, she had just said 'we'll see.'

otoya didn't care anymore. all the lewd thoughts he had about the woman were lost like the exhalation of the smoke that penetrated and destroyed his body.

he didn't care anymore, he didn't care about whether or not he had sex with her. honestly? he'd prefer talking to her than having sex. he'd gladly chose her over any other thing, if promised to recreate such an evening.

with one last look at her white, mundane house, he went back to his car, scrolling through a few photos he took of her and him today. he smiled a bit—it was a genuine of smile of happiness.

even though, most of his time spent with her consisted of him being high, he was sober enough to know that he really enjoyed her company and desired to spend more time with her, sober, without the effects of drugs.

it wasn't a crush nor was it him wanting to get between her pants, no, far from it. he just wanted to get close with her since he believed that she understood him better than anyone else.

it was a messed-up, intimate relationship that otoya enjoyed. he smiled thinking of a few memories of the day, he really did enjoy her presence.

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in which: isagi doesn't like it when you give him the silent treatment.

warnings: 1.9k wc, gn!reader, fluff with a little angst, ooc!isagi (i tried), mentions of manhandling, sleepy isagi, mentions to arguments. food.

a/n: I FEEL ILL REREADING THIS why is this so bad hELP. for being the main character, it's hard asf to get good manga panels of isagi lol. anyways. enjoy this shit piece xx i can't believe this is my first isagi fic and i did him so wrong, i'm so sorry cri

“y/n?” echoes a voice from down the hallway, one laced with grogginess and fatigue, paired with the gentle padding of footsteps trudging their way to where you resided in the living room. in your periphery, isagi rounds the corner shirtless and messy bedhair, and not sparing him a glance proved itself a challenge. 

usually, you would’ve sprung up from your seat and greeted him good morning, but the soreness of your throat is a harsh reminder of the argument you had last night, and thinking too hard about it would press into the bruises of your ego, resurfacing awkward and sour feelings. yet, you still had to fight to contain the butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him and it becomes harder to fight when you realise that the first thing isagi did since waking up was find you, not even brushing his teeth or putting on a shirt. 

as adorable as he was, you don’t know what to say to him, unsure of where you stood since you both just went to bed last night, the problem never resolving itself. 

isagi’s face however, upon seeing you, lit up with a smile as bright as a thousand suns and endearing enough to crumble your resolve but you persevere with your tough facade. the true stake to the heart is the way his face drops when noticing your reluctance to acknowledge him. 

"y/n?" he asks again as greeting, waddling over to stand before you. you still don't look up at him from your phone. "why are you awake so early?"

silence.

"y/n?" prods the soccer star who now seats himself beside you, hand shaking yours a little in hopes of getting your attention. "you're mad at me, aren't you?"

you don’t know how to respond, remaining silent despite the countless words brewing in your mind that were unable to spill over to form a sentence. should you be nice? mean? petty? you could never have the heart to do the latter two, but-

"-i'm sorry," he mutters, placing his chin on your shoulder so he could give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you don’t react, no matter how hard you had to fight to not look at him because you knew that if you did, you’d crumble right into his arms. 

you miss the way his frown deepens with every shake of your shoulder that you ignore.

“you know i don’t like it when people ignore me.”

despite your cold shoulder, he still lingers around you, just now fast asleep after prying a spot on your lap for his head to fit, disturbing your peace with his hesitant invasion. naturally, you run your hands through his raven hair, lounging in the morning sun with your phone in one hand and your soccer sensation of a boyfriend in your lap.

eventually, the tranquillity is ruined alongside the urge to use the bathroom, but the difficult part of said task however, was getting isagi off your lap which turned out to be a carefully organised operation. gently lifting his head, you manage to shuffle away before laying him back down. somehow you manage to keep him from rousing, leaving you to tiptoe away without making much noise.

you went as far as you could because when you opened the bathroom door againÇ, isagi was lingering outside, slumber still evident in his face as he blinks sleepily at you. so much for leaving without waking him.

“oh. hi,” he greets, voice still ridden with sleep. he rubs his eye innocently, streaks of his nap engrained on his skin. 

he grumbles a sleepy murmur of your name as you slip away around him, giving isagi the chance to latch on to your waist. this wasn’t the silent treatment you were imagining, but you have half a mind and even less of a desire to shrug your boyfriend off, no matter how difficult your predicament is. 

“i need to brush my teeth,” the athlete mutters, dragging you into the bathroom with him. “we can do skincare together.”

you don’t have it in you to tell isagi that you’ve already done your morning routine so you settle for doing it a second time. not like it’ll hurt anyone, especially not your skin.

wordlessly, you do your morning routine alongside him and it’s oddly peaceful without the usual talking and music in the background. you get more of a chance to admire isagi and his boyish features, shyly looking away from his gaze every time his eyes meet yours in the bathroom mirror. after putting away all the products, you don’t move very far before the dark-haired latches himself to you again.

he remains like that even as you continue with chores and tasks you assigned yourself, deciding that there’s no place he’d rather be than half-asleep behind you whilst you sort through laundry, organise your drawers, and fix organise the kitchen cabinets. he’s gracious enough to help a little, holding spices and cans here and there.

if you tried to shake him off, isagi would grumble and come right back, never straying too far away for too long.

his insistence to stay like this was endearing, but very irritating, especially it was hindering your productive. however, your will to scold him for it is at an all-time low so you’ll have to continue living with another being wrapped around you until isagi gives up or you tell him off.

you didn’t have to wait long for the latter. after you were done with organising- or rather when isagi was fed up of standing, he drags you right back to your shared bedroom, silently arranging the two of you on your shared bed with his strength, moving you into a comfortable position under the duvet. 

“please stop,” you demand quietly as if you were silent enough, you wouldn’t technically break the silent treatment.

he immediately perks up at the sound of your voice and his name on your lips, a wide smile breaking out on his face. “babe!” isagi flops on you, the ‘oof’ that escapes you not going unnoticed, “you talked.”

“isagi, please give me some space.”

the smile on the soccer player’s face completely melts away and he furrows his eyebrows, causing guilt to strike you in the heart as he reluctantly moves away from you. the use of his last name in comparison to his usual, affectionate-filled nicknames didn’t soften the blow directed at him either. 

“is this because of last night?” he asks, resting his chin on your sternum. “i’m sorry about everything that i said.”

“isagi,” he stops rambling. “please, i just need some space right now.” 

“okay, i’m sorry. i’ll go now.”

he shuffles out from under the covers rather quickly, picking up a shirt from his closet before walking out with it half-on. you call out his name only to hear the front door slam close and you wince slightly at the sound, guilt weighing heavily on your heart.

when you said you needed space you didn’t mean for isagi to leave the apartment completely.

if you had set your boundaries clearer this morning maybe you could have avoided this scenario. now isagi’s out of the house and you don’t know where he’s even going or when he’s returning and the thought is enough to scare you, riddling you with enough anxiety for your heart to sink to your feet. it’s getting hard to breathe too and your mind is racing with countless thoughts that all pile on top of each other.

texting isagi was a flunk too, he left his phone at home and only took his wallet. 

what did you do? what time would he be back? 

could he have gone to bachira’s? nagi’s? without his phone though? isagi wouldn’t usually go very far without a device at the very least. maybe he’s just out for a walk to clear his mind. yeah, that sounds right, isagi loves walks after all so who knows when he’ll be back. speaking of walking, you might benefit from one right now too-

“-i’m home!” a voice shouts out, breaking you out of your funk like hammer shattering a glass.

practically running out of the bedroom, you disregard the shards of hurt, running over them to see isagi staring at you with wide eyes. he holds a bakery bag and a bouquet of flowers- your favourites, in one hand and the apartment keys in the other.

“oh, y/n, are you okay?” he asks fondly, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter before wandering over to you. without thinking, you reel him in to a hug when he’s close enough, half jumping onto him as the soccer player catches you effortlessly, surprised by your sudden show of affection. “i thought you were mad at me?”

“you scared me, you doofus,” you say into his shoulder with a watery laugh, relief flooding your body like no other at the feeling of his warmth against yours again. “don’t just leave like that ever again.”

“i’m sorry! i wanted to say sorry because of how big of a dick i was to you last night and this morning.”

“you left so abruptly! i thought i angered you even more or something,” you laugh, all watery and emotional. 

isagi snakes a hand up to your face, cradling it. “that wasn’t my intention, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“apology accepted and i’m sorry too. i was mean to you last night as well and i should have communicated properly with you this morning. wasn’t fair on my end.”

“apology accepted,” he says with a charmingly boyish grin. you have an urge to kiss it off. “i love you.”

“you make it so hard to stay mad at you. i love you too,” you mutter before isagi’s pressing his lips to yours, pouring all his love for you to breathe in, filling you with reassurance. you smile against him, unable to contain it, which then causes him to mimic you, and the kiss breaks away because the two of you are laughing too much. 

isagi will be the death of you. 

your eyes glance behind him and the striker follows your line of sight. “i got your favourite cake too by the way, last one the bakery had. guess i’m one lucky guy, huh?”

“the stars aligned perfectly just for you.” 

“i agree,” mutters isagi before leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead. 

“should we have some cake now?” you question, loosening your arms around him to back away and  faltering when he doesn’t let you. his grip around your waist is tight and unforgiving as mischief shines in the dark-haired’s eyes.

then, he pulls you right back, peppering your face in endless kisses whilst you giggle in response to each one. the more he plants the more you want to pull away out of reflex but his hold forbid for you to travel too far, leaving you vulnerable to all of his advances.

“i love you,” he repeats with each press against your skin.

“yoichi, stop!” you giggle. the sound is a remedy to his pain.

“can’t stop, i have a whole day of affection to make up for.”

you shove his shoulder teasingly, “later.”

“later. i’ll never make you mad again, i swear. that was the worst day of my life. next time you do this, i’d rather you end me.”

ding!

. . . miya atsumu. late night blues.

contrary to popular belief, atsumu’s social battery is not at all long-lasting.

sure, he was well-known all throughout his school, could hold a conversation to a degree, and is often seen with a lazy smile on his face as he greets his schoolmates and fans alike, but that did not mean that he didn’t get exhausted by maintaining his social quota to a higher level.

and when his social battery is leeched dry, you can immediately tell.

“what’s up, buttercup?” you quietly ask, linking your arm with atsumu’s as you two continue on with your late-night walk together.

it’s the little signs that you notice even amidst the dark surroundings. his nose scrunches ever so slightly, his mouth thins to a small pout, and he unmistakenly goes quiet all of a sudden—no matter what he was talking about prior.

“tired‘s’all,” he answers, a soft sigh emitting from him.

you hum, knowing better than to push it. “wanna head back? i can walk you home.”

“no, no.” atsumu shook his head in reply to your suggestion. “i still wanna stay with ya,” he tells you, finding solace in how the evening wind feels against his face, nearing hyogo’s idle public parks. “humor me for a moment, yeah?”

“shoot,” you snort.

he’s careful with his words.

“d’ya love me?”

“of course,” you answer without even the slightest hint of hesitation. “i love you so, so much, ‘tsum.”

he feels your grip on his hand become firm, yet it still carried that gentleness he knew and love. atsumu visibly relaxes, and a short breath of relief exhales through his mouth.

“what brought this up, hm?”

“dunno,” he answers truthfully. “just wanted ta ask.”

“‘tsumu.”

“y/n.”

“‘tsum.”

“y/n.”

“is that all there is to it?” you ask him once more. “because if something’s bothering you, you know that you can talk to me about it, right?”

“mhm,” he nods. “was a tad bit—well, felt—insecure for a second there.”

another thing was that when atsumu’s social battery ran low, it brought out impulsive thoughts that he thought had never bothered him before. those thoughts that he tried to shrug off with one of his signature quipbacks and whatnot begin to resurface once he feels vulnerable and exhausted.

“well, i love you very, very much, ‘tsum.”

“even if i do corny shit just to gain yer attention?”

“yes.”

“even if i spam your messages once class and practice is over?”

“yes.”

“even if i sometimes sulk about being the lesser twin?”

“miya atsumu,” you say, cupping his cheek. “there is no such thing as being the lesser twin when you and your brother are mentioned in the same light, ok?”

he doesn’t look entirely convinced.

“you are you, and your brother is your brother. you may be identical, but your personality is different, your handwriting is different, and how you perceive things in life is different,” you explain, steady with what you say to get your point across.

“but that doesn’t make you the ‘lesser’ twin just because he’s a bit more levelheaded, y’know?”

atsumu made a small whining sound.

“you’re miya atsumu, and you’re the only you in this world; d’ya get me?” you chuckle, peppering kisses all over his face. “you’re unique because you’re you.”

and your boyfriend practically melts and basks in your attention. reassured, and loved.

just as it should be.

noomon © 2023. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.

ritsu sakuma is indeed your angel. song recommended to play while reading ; ‘dream’ by suzy, baekhyun.

— ✦ gender neutral reader, fluff, just a short drabble. [ a/n ; i saw a tiktok about him and rei and fell in love instantly, he's the reason why i started playing enstars. gotta love our little lazy ass ]

the bathroom door creaking open, revealing your boyfriend with messy— dark hair, isn't he supposed to be asleep? “what're you still doing awake?” the raven-haired male asked, leaning on the door frame, making you jump a bit. “ritsu— you're awake at this time? it's 2am?” you answered, not giving a proper answer, earning an eyebrow raise from the male. “i should be asking you that. you weren't beside me in bed.”

“sorry, i just.. you know?? isn't the answer obvious??” you tilted your head as he fully entered the room, grabbing your wrist. “you look like your done right? let's go back to bed.” ritsu dragged you all the way to the bed again, but soon you stopped in your tracks, while he sat down on the side of the bed. “what are you waiting for? come.” patting the spot beside him.

you sighed, but obeyed. “good.” he said, cupping your cheeks and pressing a quick kiss on your forehead. finally laying down on the bed, the moon still shining. you pulled a blanket over the two of you, ritsu's hands slowly making it down to your thighs, squishing it a bit between his middle and pointer finger. “..your soft.” he breathed out, “you could've chose another body part to touch. like my face you know.” you rolled your eyes, ritsu just chuckling as his hand moved to your waist. “okay okay~ goodnight.” you hummed in reply as you both dozed off.

and.. i really don't think you wanna hear what tsukasa told you the next day in the morning.

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ꕤ 28. stop being naive, ayato!

tw: mentions of classism / wc: 645

dinner alone with his mother isn’t anything new to ayato, but the slight feeling of awkwardness and the pressure to fill the empty silence is always heavy on his shoulders. oftentimes he’d break the suffocating silence with small talk about business, getting his mom to talk about her impressive feats as the president and giving ayato the advice he needed to meet the same standard of business ethics as her. but tonight is not about the company nor the sky-high expectations burdening ayato’s shoulders.

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ik ur in ur reo phase BUT HEAR ME OUT EARTH ONLY YOU CAN DO THIS

rin ACCIDENTALLY publicizing ur relationship bec mf got jealous as hell when ur face appeared in the kiss cam IN HIS GAME??????? WITH A RANDOM GUY AND WAS HE FUMING??? YOU AND I KNOW HE WAS THROWIN HANDS

thats all

I'M HEARING YOU OUT. warning for unrealistic scenario, i wrote this in like 20 minutes so it's unedited :p apologies for any mistakes.

imagine being rin's secret partner, the one he keeps behind closed doors because he values you too much to let the invasive eyes of the internet see. he values your relationship too much to let it get tarnished by social media, so he hides any affiliation with you like his life depends on it, only to come home and shower you with the adoration and affection he wishes he could show to the rest of the world.

in the spotlight, he is itoshi rin, japan's prized striker, their golden player, but when he's out of the spotlight, he is your lover. the man who drapes himself over you when things get too rough and he needs a breather. he is yours to cherish, where you have to change your phone wallpaper every other week because there's so many good photos of you two. he is yours to love, he is yours to go to when you feel too lonely, he is yours.

but also imagine, itoshi rin's jealousy and possessiveness no longer being able to rest at bay. it'd been accumulating for the past few weeks, this desire to show you off and boast that it's him who gets to know you like no other.

then the cup overfills, his jealousy tearing him by the seams that he loosely stitched together to withhold this carnal beast resting within him.

all because of a damn kiss cam.

you had been sitting in the vip section of the stadium- where special members are granted tickets, and even though you tell rin that it's fine for you to just sit in the general area, he refuses and tells you that he's bought you the ticket anyway. leaving you with no room for arguments. well. not that there was any to begin with.

anyways, you'd just so happen to sit next to someone who bought vip tickets with no affiliation with any blue lock members. you think he's just a die hard fan, so when he asks you if you like them, you lie and say that you won these tickets at a raffle.

the guy wasn't the most favourable person ever, in fact, you found yourself awkwardly responding to what he was saying, sometimes giving him short and succinct replies because of how... weird... he was. not to be disrespectful but you did not like his vibes. you just hope these 90 minutes can be over quickly.

yeah well, how funny is it that the kiss cam lands on you and the insufferable guy beside you?

you're mortified when you see it on the screen but the person beside you doesn't warrant the same reaction. immediately, he turns to face you, anticipation heavy on his features. in fact, he looks rather... excited...

"no, no, i have a boyfriend, i-" you begin abruptly as he leans in and you have no choice but to helplessly lean back, evading his lips and delaying it as much as you can. you even try rejecting him by frantically waving your hands, panicked and unsure of what to do.

until you hear him.

"back. the. fuck. off!" comes a shout from the pitch; the voice very familiar to your ears that you can't help but instantly relax from hearing it.

your seat was relatively close to the field which meant that those around you could hear the distinct voice of itoshi rin ripping through the air, fury evident and baring its fangs as he all but punches the barrier with each word.

however, everyone in the stadium could see itoshi rin as all cameras pan to him, witnessing his wrath as he shouts from the top of his voice. everyone around you is silent and you don't know whether you want to shrivel up into the ground or run to him and embrace him as tightly as you can. to find sanctuary in his warmth, away from the pushy guy who can't wrap his head around the idea that no means no.

itoshi rin decides for you, effortlessly jumping over the (considerably high???) barrier and making a beeline for you, skipping some stairs. thank goodness for a side seat because he comes to a stop before you, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he looks at you with heated passion, huffing and puffing.

"rin?" you whisper. he doesn't hear it, looking up at the various stadium screens to see if the kiss cams were still on you. smirking in satisfaction when he realises they are, rin all but pulls you up from your seat and kisses you with so much intensity and fervour that you feel lightheaded. very much so.

the stadium is cheering but you can't focus on it, not when rin's holding you to him so closely, practically trying to meld you to him. not even trying to push him away is enough to snap him out of whatever primal instinct has taken over him, so you grab his face and jerk away from him, not wanting to get too carried away.

before you can utter a word, rin looks behind you, and the coldness in his expression says everything you need to know.

he doesn’t care about dignity at this point. he just needed the world to know that you were his.

"you're dead if you try that again, you lukewarm fuckface," he then turns to you. you shiver from the intensity of his gaze. "i'll kill him next time," he promises before hugging you close to him once again, practically glaring at the cameras. "i'll kill anyone who tries to get to close."

THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON would u believe me if i said i'd been waiting for an opportunity like this? well i'm speaking the truth and i'm so glad u gave me the opportunity i've been waiting for AYEEEEEEE COME BACK ANY TIME YOU ARE SO WELCOME ON THE EARTHTOOZ BLOG, PRETTY <33

Hiiii! i love ur writings and I've decided to send in a request if you don't mind, can you do one with Sae finding out that his s/o was sent to the hospital because their fever got worse?

Feel free to ignore this request if you want to tho,, Thank you and have a nice day!!

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬~

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♡ gn! Reader X Sae Itoshi

♡ Warnings: sickness, hospital, nickname (love)

♡ Summary: Sae is abroad, when he receives a call that your fever has landed you in the hospital 

This was probably the worst time possible to catch the flu, your boyfriend, Itoshi Sae, is thousands of kilometers away, back in Spain for a football match while you're barely able to move with the constant ache in your joints. 

Everything hurts, your nose is clogged, making it almost impossible to take proper breaths, and your body is constantly changing in-between feeling scalding hot and ice-cold. Your fever had been steadily rising throughout the day, and the medicine you took in the morning doesn't seem to be helping at all. You'd do anything to be in Sae's embrace right now, to be comforted by him, to be held by him. 

But you know how he is, focused on becoming the player in the world and probably training non-stop to prepare for the upcoming match. You don't want to call Sae and distract him from his tight schedule, maybe even risking him coming back and skipping the match. You don't want to be a bother to Sae, you don't want to burden him. 

Once evening arrives everything seems to worsen, you suddenly don't even have enough energy to get out of bed anymore, sweating profusely while panicking about what's happening to you. You're scared. 

"You should've called me sooner, you don't look well y/n" your friend says as she sits down on the edge of your bed, the back of her hand carefully placed against your hot forehead. "Your fever is worrying me."

"I'm sorry... I didn't want to bother you..." You mutter quietly, voice hoarse. 

"I'm guessing Sae doesn't know anything about this either." You shake your head in response, the action causing your neck to ache. Your friend huffs, "Y/N, I know you don't want to distract him while he's abroad and training, but I bet he would be pretty upset if he knew that you're keeping the fact you're sick from him." 

You frown, hands playing with the hem of your fluffy comforter. "I just know he's really busy and also kinda stressed right now, I don't wanna add to that with my issues..." 

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure he wouldn't mind it. But let's focus on getting you back to health for now." Lovingly, she combs a hand through your sweaty hair, and unconsciously you lean into the loving touch you've been longing for since waking up and feeling under the weather. 

"Your temperature is at 40°, we need to get you to a doctor, like immediately."

"I'm fine, besides all doctor's offices are closed now, don't worry about it, I'll just sleep it off." You say with a little shake of your hand, but it's even an immense struggle to lift your arm. 

"You're burning up and can barely breathe, please don't be ridiculous." You can see the worry in her eyes. "I'm driving you to the hospital. No arguing, can you get up?" Of course not, she realizes that the question is redundant, and opts for just carrying you. All of your protests and feeble attempts to reassure her that you're fine fall on deaf ears as you both sit in your friend's car.

You don't remember much of what happened after arriving at the hospital, exhausted and mind in a haze, being examined by doctors, hooked up to monitors and having to stay the night, being placed in a room that's so white it makes your eyes burn, that's all you remember before falling into a deep slumber.

Sae is beyond exhausted when he finally sets foot into the hospital room, a steady rhythm of beeps greets him and for a moment he just stares at your unconscious figure lying in the white hospital bed before he makes his way over to the plastic chair right next to it. Quietly he groans, stretching out his tired limbs, he's been cramped up in a plane seat for hours, taking the quickest flight home he could find, driven by worry, being able to think about nothing but how you're doing. 

Carefully he takes your hand in his, it's much colder than usual, he notes. Gently, his other hand caresses your cheek, taking in your features, looking so peaceful in your sleep. Worry swirls in Sae's stomach, sure he's seen you sick before in your years of being in a relationship, but never has it landed you in the hospital. And on top of that, he knows that you never admit how bad you're actually feeling, always reassuring him that the pain isn't too bad when you injured yourself and never wanting to bother him with your worries and problems. Sure, Sae has a lot on his plate, but it's never too much to not have time to care about you anymore, Sae will always make time for you. 

You groan quietly, eyes blinking open, temporarily blinded by the bright white lights. A warm hand is tightly holding onto yours, and you can tell just by the feel of the calloused thumb brushing against the back of your hand who it belongs to. 

"Sae?" Your vision's still blurry, but you don't need to see, to know that it's your boyfriend who's sitting right next to you. 

"Hey love." He says softly, thumb brushing against your cheek, face feeling much cooler compared to a few hours ago. 

"Are you real?"

Sae snorts silently, "Yeah, I am." 

The sleepy haze is completely gone now, mind solely focused on the fact that he should not be here with you right now. He should be thousands of kilometers away to prepare for his match. "B-but you're supposed to be in Spain!" You exclaim, while trying to sit up. 

Gently, Sae pushes you back onto the pillow, "You shouldn't strain your body, don't waste your energy on this." You frown in response, the way your eyebrows knit together oh so cute in Sae's opinion. "I came back as soon as Ayaka called and told me she brought you to the hospital. I was worried like crazy and took the first flight home and immediately came here." 

Now that he's saying it, you notice how tired Sae looks, eye bags very apparent and hair a bit disheveled. He's still wearing his black sweatpants, and pullover from practice, not having taken the time to change. 

"I'm so sorry, Sae..." You mutter, now too ashamed to meet his emerald eyes. 

"No, don't be. I'm not gonna let you feel guilty about this." 

"But you're going to miss the match." You protest, and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh. 

"So what, you're more important! One match won't make or break my career, besides, I wouldn't have been able to focus on soccer anyway while knowing you're in the hospital." 

"That's why I didn't want you to know, so you don't get distracted." 

Sae exhales loudly, "Don't say that, you're not a distraction...well maybe, but in a good way, but that's beside the point." You can tell that Sae's struggling to convey his emotions, your thumb softly stroking his as reassurance to keep going. "You're incredibly important to me, so I don't care about flying back here at the ass crack of dawn, missing the game or not getting any sleep. I just wish you would've told me. I know you would be pretty upset if I would do the same. You're not burdening me, because I love you, and when I tell you, I was worried out of my mind. Now move over." 

Sae takes off his shoes and then lies down next to you, pulling you against his side, careful with the cables and iv connecting to you. Your head rests on his toned chest, his arm holding you close to his body, Sae's comforting warmth engulfing you. 

"I'm really glad you're here, I missed you." 

Sae hums in response, hugging you even closer, "I missed you too, a lot." 

His warmth seeps into every crevice of your body, and you feel whole again, maybe it's the painkillers they gave you, or maybe it's Sae's comforting embrace, but suddenly the uncomfortable ache in your joints is gone, the pain replaced with a feeling of contentment. 

Sae makes sure you have everything that you might need during your stay in the hospital, he brings you some of his clothes to wear (he claims they are more comfortable than yours), books, and your tablet, so you can keep yourself entertained and even your favorite snacks. He disregards all worries of getting sick himself and simply focuses on being there for you, on comforting you. 

A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request anon!! You're so sweet, I'm glad you like my writing <3 The way I literally have thought about this scenario in the past-

I really love the idea of Sae just dropping everything to be with his s/o when they need him

He's a soft boy, he would do that, I just know it <3

Noa, Chris and Lavinho becoming your father figure

Basically, you're part of a team of younger players for Bastard München/Manshine City/FC Barcha, your coach gets sick/injured so Noa/Chris/Lavinho become your coach for a while (separate headcanons for each character btw)

Tags: gn!reader, hurt/comfort(?), implied child neglect by reader's parents/father or them not having a father figure in their life, reader is a teenager

This was requested by this anon and lucky you I thought about a scenario like this for my Blue Lock OC and Noa a lot last week, so I already had stuff for this in my silly little brain. Also this is probably my favourite thing I've written for this blog so far!!

Requests are open!

Noel Noa

-you were quite excited when you heard Noa would be your coach for a while

-and to your surprise, he was very impressed with your skill, so one day after training he asks you to stay longer to talk to you

-he didn't intend it to go like this, but your conversation ends up going a little deeper and you reveal stuff about your home life to him and let's just say Noa,,,, some sort of fatherly instinct kicks in very quickly

-he already acts a bit like a father figure to the entire team during training, but man, hearing about your home situation just makes him feel more fatherly about you

-after talking to you, he can't stop thinking about that conversation. He has a hard time falling asleep that night

-after that, he starts treating you as if you were his own child. He always asks if you ate enough that day, and in case you didn't, he's already prepared because guess what? He got some food for you

-during training, he treats you exactly like the rest of the team. But before practice, during breaks and after training? He's so fatherly towards you, some of your teammates started asking if you're related

-at first, it's a bit confusing for you, but you quickly start seeing him as more of a father figure as well

-when your usual coach recovers and returns, Noa stays in contact with you. He knows the times when you're at practice, so whenever he has the time, he will stop by to ask how you're doing

-if it rains, he will INSIST on driving you home. In no circumstance will he let you walk home/to the bus or train stop in the rain. He'd be way too worried about you getting sick

-also, he gave you his phone number and made it very clear that no matter for what, you can call him at any time

Chris Prince

-he's super excited when he gets to be your team's coach and wants to get to know every member, so during your first practice with him he lets the entire team play minigames and takes aside one player to talk to them a bit

-you're the last one to talk to him, and you actually talk so much, practice is already over but you stay because talking to him is so much fun and it's the most comfortable you've felt in a while

-but the lighthearted tone of the conversation changes immediately when you mention your home situation. You stay in your lighthearted tone because honestly, you're not that concerned about it. You're doing well, considering your circumstances. But Chris changes to a more serious tone, while you attempt to keep everything lighthearted

-and because of this, Chris gets so fatherly towards you. Like Noa, he doesn't treat you any differently from the rest of your team during training, but whenever he gets the chance to talk to you, you just notice he acts like a father would

-he's upset when he finds out your usual coach has recovered so he soon wouldn't be your coach anymore

-even when he's not your coach anymore, he comes to almost every single match of your team. And whenever you're not on the field, he will passive-aggressively ask your coach why he benched you. No matter what the answer is, he will insist that you should be playing because he genuinely thinks you're one of the best players in your team

-you have each other's phone numbers, so every now and then he texts you and asks how your day or week has been, if everything is okay at home and if you need his help with anything

Lavinho

-he's literally a huge bundle of joy when he's asked to temporarily be the coach of your team

-always joking and messing around with you and your teammates

-one day, when he walks past your team's locker room, he overhears you venting about something from your home life. He knows he shouldn't, but he stays to listen for a minute or two

-and then the realisation hits him. He notices how neither of your parents ever came to drive you to training, pick you up after it, or even watch your matches. No one ever came.

-he waits at the exit for you to leave the building, and when you do he asks to talk to you

-you're so nervous. You've never seen Lavinho as serious as this, so automatically you think you've done something wrong or you're gonna be benched for the next match

-but to your surprise, he admits he heard you venting to your teammates. He apologises for listening and explains he's concerned about you

-he tells you how it's okay if you don't want to tell him more than what he's heard already, but he really wants you to know that because he's your coach for the time being, he'll also be a safe person to talk to about anything

-you really appreciate his concern and offer, but you plan to keep your home life away from your soccer life as much as possible

-well, at first you do. As time passes on, you find yourself asking Lavinho to talk after practices more and more often

-he very soon becomes a father figure to you, and he treats you as if you were his child

-also stays in contact with you after your usual coach returns, he really tries to come to every match you play in and cheers for you the loudest

-he probably gets happy tears in his eyes every time you score a goal