-;, Your Place ; Reo Mikage > In Which, You’re Kind Of Sick Of Everyone But Him.

★ : home — bllk.

ꔛ ‬.*⋆ feat : isagi yoichi

ꔛ ‬.*⋆ cw : established relationship, some cursing, silly pro-athlete bllk boys <3, just lovely sappy ichi ! <3 ( an : i rlly hate being sad so m wrote some comfort wif my forever boy >o< !! this is a repost !)

"baby...?"

to yoichi, coming home late didn't have much perks. if you asked him, returning home to your shared apartment as soon as possible and enjoying the flurry of soft kisses you'd press against his face was ideal to him. though, these days he's been returning way later due of all the matches and after parties that he's unfortunately dragged along too, never getting to catch you awake. despite that, the pro-athlete couldn't help but coo at your form on the couch.

isagi pushed the door gently, letting the door click silently before moving to drop his duffle bag near the couch. a placid smile growing on his face as he watched you snore quietly with fond eyes, "what are you doing out here angel?" he whispered jokingly, his finger nudging at your cheek, a soft chuckle leaving him when you leaned into his touch. "sorry for coming so late, i was dragged to another party .. again."

not expecting a response, laid his cheek on the couch near yours and turned his head to stare at the ceiling. "before you start, it wasn't at a club! i can't deal with another drunk discussion with bachira, it'll be part two of dolphin conspiracy theory... " he started, hands gesturing animatedly. "anyways— it was a dinner party, the bill was on reo because he lost rock-paper-scissors like a bitch! and y'know how you say eat the rich? trust, i did. brought leftovers for you too." isagi snickered, before lifting his hands to signal a pause. "wait, not eating like that. i will be beating the fruity allegations tonight."

glancing up to check if you reacted to his word, he sighed in relief as saw your resting face."anyways, we actually managed to bring rin along too.. bachira just kept talkin' shit and you know how that ends." he continued seamlessly, sitting up against the couch. "ok but seriously, rin is lowkey poetic with his insults. like not anyone can just think of 'poorly-cut amazon ass wig haircut on clearance' from the top of their head man? got me and chigiri laughing our asses off." he laughed, finger tapping against the floor in amusement.

if he had to be honest, he loved just rambling to you like this, awake or not. he knows even if you were awake you'd just listen to the things he had to share, softly giggling at any joke he made and adding your two cents to keep the convo going. it gave him a excuse to just admire you, over exaggerating some stories just to hear you laugh along with him. you were always so animated and understanding, yoichi was starting to wish you'd wake up soon, even if it is 1 in the morning.

"but yeah,, dinner was fun in the end? nagi drink spilt on the waitress's skirt and shoes,, twice. then aryu commented on how glamorous and how model like it could be to cheer her up and nagi was like, 'yeah if vogue picked their models from the ymca.'" isagi quoted before throwing his head back in laughter, covering his mouth trying not to be too loud before composing himself. "chigiri and kunigami had to sweet-talk the management into not throwing us out— embarrassing but i love going out with them honestly." he chuckled with a accepting shrug, before turning his head over to stare at you lovingly. "though... coming home to you is always my priority."

he sighed quietly, watching your resting face before getting up and stretching his body. reminding himself if he cuddled up to you without showering he'd be sleeping on the couch alone for a week (based on a true story). "alright babe, i'll be back! gotta get your ass off the couch to before you complain about your back in the morning like a idiot." he teased, shrugging off his tracksuit and moving to your shared bedroom.

"come back soooon!" you whispered from the couch, one eye peeking to watch how the athlete jumps at your voice. looking back with shock, isagi threw his head back in a laugh. of course you were awake, you would never fall asleep willingly on the couch for more than 30 minutes. shooting you a small grin, he raised his hand and flicked you off. letting out a loud laugh when he heard your dramatic gasp from behind him.

oh, how great it was to be home.

hellooo! can i request a, b + h for sena please? thank you! ♡♡♡

izumi sena + alphabet prompt a, b & h

a = affection ( how affectionate are they? how do they show affection? )

b = babe ( what would they use as pet names? do they use them a lot?)

h = hugs ( do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like? )

izumi, for the sake of his image, can not even possibly imagine of showing affection...at least in public. but even when you're alone, he is subtle—carelessly holding your hand, or moving your hair behind your ear so that he can caress you... he really tries to hide it, but you know him so he can't hide his actions from you very well. basically, izumi is affectionate in his way: he does it in a way that he hopes you don't notice, even with words. he likes to use words that he thinks "you would never understand because you're silly" and there he drops a cute word: silly! see? as if he studies how to tell you how much you're adorable😭

izumi + petnames = my love. simple but effective. of course only in private, in public he just calls you by your name—but izumi thinks that yours is a nice name, he always blushes just a little, even though you can still see the bright red shade on his face. hehe ><

back to the first point, izumi is not a lover of loving acts. that does not mean he won't give you hugs, specifically—always following the usual "in private" practice, izumi will circle your waist with an arm and holding you close from the side, and when he wants you closer, he just gives up his pride, and holds you firmly in his arms. love really makes a bad effect on izumi, does it?

— nyakaze, 2022. do not plagiarize, repost as yours or translate. reblogs are appreciated <3

engraved on skin and bone

▸ michael kaiser x reader

▸ almost 1k words

▸ established relationship, heaps of comfort fluff and physical affection, warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

you know kaiser better than himself, and kaiser finally figures out that he knows you just as well

kaiser wakes like he’s gently being pulled out of water. he blinks a few times to rid himself of the drowsiness, though he can’t seem to move with the weight on his chest. you come into view through his half-lidded eyes, the outline of your form glowing with the light coming from the television. your arm is draped over his stomach to mindlessly trace the inked vines and thorns that climb up his skin, your touch so soft yet mildly electric.

“tickles,” he mumbles, shifting slightly to pull his other arm out from under you. it’s gone numb by now, and he briefly shakes it before setting it down on the top of your head.

you pull your attention away from the screen to look at him, smiling when his palm strokes down the back of your head and the length of your spine. “did you have a good nap?”

“was i out for long?” he says, voice still slightly hoarse.

you hum, the reverberations of your ribcage extending to his. as the sleepiness wears off, your glistening skin comes into focus. “i finished two episodes while you slept.”

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newfound dad and adopted son being deranged bitches together, more at 11

☑️ Caution: hot content

ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿˡʸ ⁱᵗᵒˢʰⁱ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ !!

being the youngest itoshi sibling includes...

having to deal with the constant conflict between your two brothers. you love them both and they love you too, but sometimes it's impossible to see how they love you because of how much they are caught up in football. especially when rin decides to go after sae and make it his goal to defeat him.

crying yourself to sleep to cope with the fact that your brothers are constantly ignoring you for football. it's even harder after rin leaves for blue lock, and sae is still in italy. it gets to the point you're not sure if they're your brothers or strangers because of how sudden the disconnection was.

trying to keep in touch with both of them but sae only ever reads you on read, and rin got his phone taken away for the blue lock project, so you're left alone.

you remind yourself that these were the people who used to give you piggyback rides on demand, shared their snacks with you, treated whatever injuries you had from running around, fended off bullies for you, and were as great as older brothers could be. hell, you've forgotten when things went wrong.

standing at the doorway shocked when rin comes home for the two week break he received from blue lock. of course, you went to his game against sae and cheered both of them on from the stands, but you didn't do anything to garner their attention. you were scared of them more or less. and now, seeing rin an arms distance away from you struck fear into your veins that you couldn't utter a word to him.

you forgot what type of person he is, especially after the change he went through when sae left for good. and the realization hurt you a lot.

but you didn't dare to cry in front of him. he might get annoyed by your sudden emotional attitude and leave again, so you left him at the doorway and went to your room to cry your heart out.

but you didn't know that rin was waiting for your eyes to light up like fireworks and pamper him with hugs and questions of his time in blue lock. however, all he got was you tearing up and leaving him at the door without a single word.

it's then he realizes that he changed too much after what happened between him and sae that you weren't sure who he was. even when he stood in front of your room door and hearing you cry your eyes out, he couldn't do anything because he didn't have the right to comfort you after leaving you alone.

the loneliness you had to bear was too cruel for you, rin thought, but he couldn't act upon it because what right did he have to suddenly act like a proper older brother when he had all the time in the world before to prevent you from being scared of him. you're only eleven-years-old, so what could he expect from you except this?

sae is notified of this development when rin miraculously texts him and says, "y/n's scared of us."

let me tell you that this man swore he felt his heart fall out of ass after seeing that. it doesn't matter if he was in the middle of practice, a game, or just chillin at his hotel room, his blood will turn cold.

he will also book the quickest flight to japan as soon as he is available too, so he could talk to rin face to face about it.

of course, they're still on horribly bad terms with each other, but that's not the problem because you're more valuable than some rivalry.

when rin tells sae how you reacted upon seeing him at home, sae literally wants to pull his hair out for not bothering to text you at least hi or good morning or something to let you know that he still cared and wanted to let you know that he was still alive.

and the whole thing eats both of them alive because they don't know how to apologize for shit. they want to, they really do, but they can't think of anything to help you forgive them for treating you like you didn't exist.

sae knows that he's the last person on earth you should forgive, but he can't help but hope that you're still the kindhearted little sister you were and have mercy on his heart. (ironic because he didn't have any of yours.)

rin shares the same thought, but doesn't have as much hope because he's been living in the same house as you up until the blue lock project. he thinks that he doesn't deserve your forgiveness and wouldn't even blame you if you start hating him for everything.

however, whether or not you choose to forgive them, they'll do their best to be considerate of you. sae promises himself that he'll answer all your texts, memes, or whatever you send him with at least an emoji, and rin determines himself to spend some time with you before he had to go again.

former nicknames for sae: nii-san, sae-sae, sae-nii, my hero, and best friend.

former nicknames for rin: nii-chan, rinnie, rin rin, my savior, and bestie.

miya atsumu x reader, 2k

SUMMARY: osamu asks if you ever get jealous when people flirt with atsumu.

A/N: holding my hands up to say that yes i love osamu more. i DO. but atsumu has been wreaking havoc in my mind lately…… so. here we are. this is very sappy if i’m being Real with you. also sel this is for u and the unfortunate realisations we have both come to — godbless.

The street lights outside blink an ugly shade of yellow as the sun finally makes way for the moon.

Osamu flips the sign on the front door to closed before taking a seat in front of you.

If your schedule hadn’t been so hectic this week, you’d be at the stadium watching the Black Jackals match in real time and celebrating their win.

Knowing Atsumu, you would most definitely be donning his jersey in the crowd as you cheered. He gets pouty if you don’t, and you’ve learned to pick your battles over the years.

Instead, it’s 8pm and you’ve made yourself comfortable in an empty booth at Onigiri Miya, eyes focused on the screen where it hangs on the wall.

“It’s miraculous you aren’t worried, honestly,” Osamu said, the words slurred through his full mouth. You hum absentmindedly, eyes never leaving the tv screen.

He only gestured at the television, where Atsumu was doing an interview post match and looking particularly handsome despite the sweat dripping down his face. He was nodding, smiling, speaking. The usual motions. There was a woman next to him. You weren’t really looking at her. Atsumu laughed, tipping his head back and exposing the long line of his neck, and you found that infinitely more interesting.

“Worried about all that,” Osamu said. His arm was still aloft, making a motion at the woman interviewing his twin, and when you humoured him to take a look, you found said woman already looking at Atsumu.

“She’s looking at him because he’s speaking,” you pointed out.

Osamu made a face. “Yeah, duh, I know, but like. You know what I mean.” he took a sip of his drink, offering it to you. You took it. “Tsumu getting flirted with at work.”

“Ah,” you said.

He had gotten lemonade, which was sweet of him. You liked lemonade a lot more than he did. "It's been happening since high school. I'm kind of used to it by now."

There was something skeptical in the slant of Osamu’s brow. "He's getting hit on a lot more now though."

You hummed again. You knew that, too. Atsumu had complained about it more than once.

But you reckoned that it was just the natural progression of things. Atsumu had always been attractive, had always been the kind of good-looking that made you question whether your eyes were working correctly, but then he got older.

Broader. More muscular. More confident.

You were willing to bet that it was the confidence that did it more than anything.

Once, when they were all drunk out of their minds, Suna had remarked that Atsumu walked like he "owned fifteen different properties both in Japan and overseas", and you had nearly peed yourself laughing at how ridiculously spot-on it was.

"It doesn't bother me," you said, laughing a little when Osamu's face went from lightly skeptical to completely unconvinced. "Honestly! It really doesn't!"

"Not that I'm saying you have reason to be worried," Osamu began, "but I will never let you forget how fucking sulky you got back then, especially because I was the sorry ass in charge of making sure you cheered up."

You couldn't even defend yourself, but you were going to try to anyway. "I wasn't that bad."

Osamu looked at you with a flat expression. "You at some point said, and I quote, ‘Samu, I am never going to find love ever again,' after a reporter asked for his number."

You screeched, hitting his shoulder and whining when he dodged easily. "Why do you even remember that? Fucking weirdo."

"How else am I gonna keep you under control if not through blackmail?" Osamu said, dodging again when you tried for another hit. "It's your own goddamn fault that you keep giving me ammunition."

"Fuck off, it was different back then. I was in denial and pining over my stupid crush," you sniffed, settling more into the seat and stealing the last of the lemonade in indignation.

"You're still very much in denial and pining," Osamu pointed out. "I don't even fucking know how and why you're still pining because you're actually dating him now."

"Rich coming from you. How long did it take you to ask your girlfriend out again? Pot and kettle or however the saying goes."

Osamu scowled, "I am nowhere near as bad as you.”

"You Libra placements and your denial..."

"Letting you get into astrology is a mistake I will never recover from."

"Please, and when you want me to look at your compatibility chart again-"

Osamu clamped a hand over your mouth, shushing you desperately. "What the fuck."

"The blackmailing is mutual," you said, shoving him off of you. "Equal exchange, I give half of my humiliation to you, you give half of yours to me."

"This isn't equivalent, you gave me all of your embarrassment and I've barely done anything— don't look at me like that."

You only raised an eyebrow further.

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm not saying anything?"

"You're loud even when you're quiet."

You both give it a break for a while, going back to eating and watching. There was a different player on screen now, one that you’re pretty sure you’ve met before but can’t place the name. Osamu seems to know since he’s listening intently.

Sakusa shows up next, followed by Hinata and Bokuto before it pans back to the whole team and you catch sight of Atsumu again, this time with another interviewer who was standing too close for comfort. At the sight of this exchange, Osamu turns to you again.

"You're really not worried? Like, seriously?" he asked, quieter this time, not a single trace of teasing in his voice.

You were touched with how concerned he was. For all of his complaining, he was invested in your happiness, seemingly more so than his own actual brother.

"Seriously," you repeated. "I'm not worried. Genuinely.”

.

.

.

You were already in bed when Atsumu trudged through the door. Your boyfriend had stopped in place as he found you, and it made you smile, a little helpless, and extend a hand.

"Hi," you said. He didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry," he said, rubbing at his eyes and shrugging off his bag. "I just have to make sure I'm not dreaming and that there really is the most gorgeous person on earth in my bed right now."

"Oh fuck off," you said, voice choked and close to a wail. Atsumu only grinned, laughing when you covered your face with your arms.

"Babeee," he whined, ambling over to the bed to plop himself on top of you. "Hey, come on." He reached up to peel your arms away, and the look on his face was something between complete rapture and excitement. He looked at you like that a lot.

"Hi there," Atsumu said, smile wide enough to break his face, and you could never in your life resist it.

"Hi there," you repeated. Your hands went to the back of his neck to tug him down, and he was more than happy to come closer. You hadn't kissed since this morning, and it was almost midnight now. You had to make up for lost time.

"You okay?" you asked again when you came up for air eventually. Atsumu's face was in your neck, his mouth open and sweet against your skin, tongue and teeth and lips laving over the spot where your pulse roared. You kept shivering at each little nip and suck. You could feel Atsumu smiling. You didn't know whether to kiss him again or hit him.

"I'm fine," he mumbled. He pressed another kiss near your collarbone. "Have you now. I'm all good."

You huffed a little laugh through your nose. "My baby’s exhausted?"

You felt more then saw the small shudder that went through his body and hid your smile by putting your face in his hair. He smelled like lavender— the new cologne you had bought him a few weeks ago.

"Yeah," Atsumu said, the words all breathy and sighed-through and it made another shiver hiss through you, fluttery and warm and all-consuming. "Your baby’s exhausted."

"You showered before you got home?" you asked. Atsumu's skin felt clean under your fingers, none of the tackiness of sweat from playing a game left behind.

He made a small noise, petulant, but relented when you wouldn't stop pinching his cheeks.

"Come up, big baby, I just wanna see you— there you are." you smiled, watched as he mirrored it. You ran your thumbs over the highs of Atsumu's cheekbones, over his eyebrows. He closed his eyes, humming as you tipped his face this way and that. His ears were red under all of your careful attention. His ears always did that. You’ve been dating for almost two years.

You were kind of thrilled.

"Look at you," you said, low and hushed and unabashedly awed.

There was a slice of moonlight that had slipped through the curtains, and it caught the side of Atsumu's face— you had spent a lot of time looking at him. Through the years spent as a young girl with a crush so huge it felt world-ending, through the time spent before you got together, carrying feelings under your tongue and biting down in the hopes it wouldn't bleed through your words.

Until now— still as lovestruck as the day you met him but more settled now, more complete, because to love someone as they are and not as they show you is to love them whole— you looked at Atsumu. Sometimes you were sure that you knew Atsumu's face better than your own.

Even back then, when you were just the nebulous idea of friends, studying Atsumu never felt like you were studying a stranger.

You had spent a lot of time looking at him, but even still there were moments where he would turn, or his profile would catch the light differently, or he'd look at you the way he did now, and you’d be overwhelmed all over again.”

"You're so pretty," you said, smiling as red bloomed, ruddy and bright, across the planes of Atsumu's face.

"Baby’s so pretty. Stunning."

"Stop," he whined, trying to get out of your grip, but you knew that whenever your boyfriend said 'stop' he really meant 'keep going'.

"Prettiest boy in the world," you breathed, giggling when Atsumu could only whine again, his face crumpling in embarrassment. "Pretty pretty pretty.”

"That's you," Atsumu said, leaning up a little to press a kiss to your forehead. "The prettiest person in the world is you."

"Hmm, still think it's you," you said, and watched as the flush spread to his neck, over his shoulders, peaches over cream.

It still shocked you sometimes, how well you can read each tick and shift in his expression. How the little twitch to his upper lip meant that he wanted to kiss you, how his eyes would go dark whenever you called him beautiful.

How there was a certain smile that he seemed to save for no one else but you. It sat slightly goofy on his face, crooked and dimpled, a tad bit too human to be shown in front of cameras. You hoarded all of those smiles. Atsumu only ever smiled like that when he was too happy to care about how he looked, too caught up in the bubble you created for yourselves to let any passing thought intrude.

He was smiling like that now.

"Missed you too," you murmured against his mouth, the words a kiss of their own. You cupped his cheeks. "Missed my boyfriend very much."

You watched him as he unfurled, closing his eyes, that smile at full-force. A moonflower in bloom. It scared you sometimes, how much power you had over him. Everyday you woke up and hoped you deserved it.

Atsumu leaned in again, kissed you again, and you were distantly brought back to your conversation with Osamu, to the concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"You're really not worried? Seriously?"

Atsumu's tongue slipped into your mouth, and any last bit of thought was wiped clean.

You weren’t worried. You really, really weren’t.

empty can

genre: hurt, comfort

character: itoshi rin

A/N: i dont even watch blue lock bruh but HELLOOOO theyre all so fine so let me write ooc fics pleeeeessse.. i got reminded of the kdrama so take an its ok to not be ok inspired blurb :3

it was cold.

when did it start raining? the concrete is wet.. you’re slipping over your own steps. the shoes you held on your left were dripping too. it’s still really cold.

since when was rin so mean?

well, he was always a little cold to everyone, but it always felt different when you were with him. the way his tense shoulders relax slightly around you, the way his voice goes quieter and slower when speaking to you, the way….

his words replayed in your head as you walked down the empty side walk on the freeway.

‘you don’t know anything about me so don’t act like it. you’re so loud all the time but you don’t even know how you feel towards me.’

oh well, maybe he wasn’t as gentle to you as you remembered. maybe he was always that mean and you were a little too loud.

‘you won’t understand me until the day you die.’

maybe you were silly to think that there was a chance of him liking you a little too, even if that just meant tolerating your presence. he was right— it’s not like you liked him because you knew everything about him.

‘you’re like an empty can, just loud and empty inside.’

fuck, when did it get so cold? the biting winds and heavy rain were starting to take a toll on your body. the bright sky that initially welcomed your grievances had quickly turned into a sea of stars, silently watching over your lonesome self. you’ve been walking for a while— it hurt.

he was right. you are empty. being rejected by him didn’t hurt but the fact that he’d never chase after you like you did to him was a realization that made you fucking nauseous. were you so unlovable?

it was loud too. the dark horizon stretched for miles and not a single soul was accompanying you. so why was there a car racing down the road behind you?

“y/n!”

it was him. you stopped in your pathetic tracks and stopped to watch him rush out of the driver’s seat towards you. he was fumbling an umbrella in his hands but rather than using it, he opened it and held it over your head uselessly. your gaze remained on his hand.

“you.. it’s.. really late y’know..?” his words were breathless and strained. his voice was never like this with you before. he was trembling too but.. that was probably from the rain. “please just.. get inside the car.”

his shoulders were tense and rigid. his statements were rushed and urgent. this rin was new.

“are you okay?”

“w..what?”

“you look stressed. and you shouldn’t be out here at this time.. why are you here, rin?”

you desperately wanted to look at his face; what expression did he have on right now? what was he feeling? but it felt difficult to even be near him.

“stressed? i’m.. god. y/n please.” he was still shaking you noticed. “please.”

there was a lighthouse nearby and it’s soft light slowly turned in the night. you never knew how emotional rin could get.

“rin, ì don’t know what you want from me.”

“please..”

the pavement you two stood on began to be washed over by a yellow glow and everything that was shrouded by the night was now visible. you looked up at rin’s face and he met your gaze with his own. his usual jade eyes were glassy and his lower lashes were wet, and you knew it wasn’t rain.

oh.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i don’t..” now you knew he was shaking with fear and regret. “don’t get sick out here. you can yell or hit me, just not out here.” you watched his chest fall and rise quickly before you felt his hand grab your shoulder. he was pleading for your forgiveness.

“just come back with me.. okay..?”

“did you chase after me?”

he rested his head on your shoulder.

“i just.. was scared. and i missed you. or.. i.. i wanted to apologize. i didn’t mean it. i’m the one who doesn’t understand their own emotions. even right now, i don’t know what i’m saying. all i know is you and the fact that you’re out here soaked and alone and.. it’s my fault.”

itoshi rin was sobbing on your shoulder.

“i’ve never understood myself around you. you make me feel like.. the moon quietly watching the violent waves. and sometimes it’s the other way around like.. like right now. i’ve never..”

you felt your heart hurting and you touched his back. never did you think he’d be the one running after you. the emptiness that filled you all day started becoming engulfed by rin’s embrace and tears. the lighthouse shifted and you two were once more left in the dark. you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“are you driving me back to your place..?”

rin let go of you and gave you a look of hope. he wrapped his pinky around yours and gently tugged you to follow him into his car.

“yeah. stay with me for the night. i’ll take care of you.”

maybe you were a little empty. but you knew that comforting feeling in your stomach as you stared at his back and hand guiding you, and you knew that he felt it too.