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The Day Of Astute Examination
Those born on August 24 have the urge to untangle mysteries that capture their interest. All the dark, misunderstood or uncharted areas of human knowledge attract them. Not only students of the human condition, those born on this day often pursue objective knowledge for its own sake, whether philosophical or scientific, material or theoretical. Their never-ending quest for information and details which can help them make sense of life and enrich their world takes them far and wide.
Unraveling complexity is something that comes naturally to August 24 people. Puzzles of all types, paradoxes and riddles are their forte. To say that they themselves are sometimes difficult to follow is an understatement. They can practically disappear in a labyrinth of thoughts, a maze of intricate ideas. But though those born on this day may be difficult to pin down or understand, they themselves rarely feel lost.
Unfortunately, August 24 people are often unaware that they, in fact, are just as complex as the demands of their work, areas of investigation or creations; they generally see them- selves as simple and direct. This can create problems for those intimately involved with them. Their family members, friends and lovers may often feel at a loss to fathom their motivations, true emotions and needs. Yet, when accused of obfuscation, complicating an issue or evading questions, August 24 people often react with bewilderment and denial.In order to uncover the truth, it is possible that an August 24 person will not only dig into books and human character, but also literally dig into the earth, peer into the woods, search the skies and plumb the depths of the seas to explore the wonders of nature. On vacation, most August 24 people like nothing better than to explore something completely new to them. Their hobbies and perhaps their careers reflect this desire for discovery.
August 24 people can make good parents, so great is the interest they show in their children's development. They must make an effort, however, to allow for the privacy and living space that every individual needs. This means that they must curb their tendency to over analyze their children's behaviour and perhaps overstructure their lives. August 24 people would do well to simplify their own lives as much as possible, and avoid much of the endless complexity which they not only discover but so often themselves create. They must also make an effort to cause a minimum of interference in the life around them; their relationships will markedly improve if they remember to sometimes leave friends and loved ones to their own devices.
Strengths:
Observant
Investigative
Thorough
Weaknesses:
Over-analytical
Stifling
Obscure
Advice
Some August 24 people have a tendency to mild or full-blown hypochondria, becoming overattentive students of every detail of their anatomy and psyche. Because their self-monitoring is so involved and exacting, they may become worried, even panicked over tiny changes they observe, and thus overreact. When they apply the same level of obsessive concern to the health of their mate or family it can be difficult for loved ones to bear. It is essential that those born on this day learn to relax and be easy about health matters. As far as diet is concerned, this is one of the few days of the year where sheer enjoyment in food choices is recommended. August 24 people should get plenty of sleep and even take daily naps to insure sufficient rest and relaxation. Only light physical exercise is recommended.
Don't make such a production out of small matters
Occasionally allow things to run their course
Your observations are not always appreciated
Follow your heart more often, while respecting the wishes of others
he will be soooo cold and not outwardly affectionate (at first) but on the inside he is absolutely OBSESSED.
like rin will seem literally so indifferent to you, but every-time you glance at him, he’ll be purposely not making eye contact because if he does he will be SOOOO RED, because even though it doesn’t show, your slightest acknowledgment cause rin to FREAK out. ‘omg omg omg she’s looking at me what do i do… she’s so pretty fuck i love her so much. if she keeps looking over here i don’t think i’ll be able to restrain myself🙏🙏🙏.’
you would think that when you start dating it gets better but bro… it gets worse💀💀💀. you’ll text him, not anything specific, just a normal text, something as simple as ‘hi, what are you up to?’ and he will leave you on read. it takes him around 8 hours to reply because he is overfilled with joy that you texted him. he is giggling and kicking his feet in the air type shit.
one day you texted him, asking if he wanted to get dinner, this was the first time that rin’s teammates have ever witnessed him smile. you texted him before his game against the U-20 japan team, wishing him luck and telling him you’d be cheering in the stands, and omfg. everyone in that locker room was like 🙀. rin was straight up smiling, and not one of those devious smiles his teammates were used to, this smile was a soft, ‘i’m so in love’ smile. you best believe that someone, (bachira), teased him PROFUSELY.
talking about the U-20 game, the first thing he did on court, before directing murderous thoughts towards his brother, was look for you in the stands. when he found you, he smiled softly, which you 100% could not see because well, you didn’t bring binoculars. after the match, he went to find you immediately, he didn’t even bother changing out of his jersey, so bro was sweaty as hell.
he hugged you incredibly tight, like bone crushingly tight. he lifted you up the ground and was kissing you profusely. this was actually the turning point in your relationship where rin started showing affection.
he introduced you to the blue lock team that day, just because he did not want to let you out of his sight for a second but he had to recuperate with ego and the team. so essentially. rin forced you to wait outside the locker rooms for him while he showered and since he was clinging to you straight after the match, his teammates finished before him and walked out of the locker room to see you, in rin’s jacket.
again, everyone went 🙀. you were bombarded with questions about your relationship, and by the time rin finished with his shower, you were already well acquainted with the blue lock boys.
rin was not happy about this at all. how dare they, his rivals, talk to you. he definitely dragged you away and kept you for himself, if his teammates and you exchanged numbers, he’d immediately block them and delete them off your phone.
he wouldn’t show his obsessive tendencies until you’ve been in a relationship with him for longer, the only reason he hadn’t kept you exclusively by his side so far was because he didn’t have the power to do so. he forces you to go to all of his games, press conferences, sometimes he’ll even drag you along to his practice whether you are busy or not, in fact, you probably won’t be busy because he’s made sure that you don’t have a job with long hours or a job at all. oh? what if you’re hanging out with friends? well, that won’t do… it’s time for some guilt tripping. “oh… but I need you there, are you friends more important than me?”
You’ll be spending every hour of the day with him, because after his games, press conferences and practices, he’ll bring you out for a meal, and then you’re going back home with him.
rin is the type of person who wants their loved one to rely solely on them. he’s really subtle with it too. he’ll slowly incorporate himself into every factor of your life, he wants your life to revolve around him, just as much as his revolves around you.
If you ever do realise how possessive and frankly, psycho he is, and try to leave him... well, i did say this man is a simp, rin will be begging on his knees, tears falling out of his eyes, hugging you tightly and not letting you go. honestly, you’ll be shocked because this is the first time you’ve seen him be sooooo emotional.
and if you try to get help from law enforcement? well, i hate to break it to you, but that’s never gonna work, because blue lock, and subsequently the government spent so much money to make these insane strikers and rin is one of, if not, the best strikers in the world. it’ll be covered up and you’ll be trapped.
as soon as you’re in captivity, his affection will dial up to 110%. now, he let’s his innermost thoughts out, because you’re finally all his. <3
I'm really, really, really sorry because I was away for so long 😭😭, and I'm sorry for implementing your request so late. I was very busy with school and didn't have time to translate anything due to the difficulty of our studies and the school stage I am in now, in addition to the pressure on us with exams.. Finally, after much trouble, I took a 17-day vacation to rest from school ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ.
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“i’m home,” rin’s faint voice echoed through the foyer of his house as he stepped inside and hung his jacket on the coat rack. he trudged down the hallway without hurry, finally arriving towards the two distinct sounds of carefree laughter in the living room. the corners of his lips subtly curled upwards as he took in the sight of you and his two-year-old son sitting on the playmat near the couches.
“now, can you tell me where the firetruck is?” you ask with a smile, watching as your toddler’s little finger confidently shoots out and points to the bright red toy on the side. “there it is! look at you, such a smart boy!” you chuckle, gently sliding your hands under his arms, lifting him effortlessly on your lap. his infectious giggles fill the room as you plant soft kisses all over his chubby face, but his laughter soon dies out as he watches a familiar figure approach the both of you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” you lift a brow, following the direction of the child’s gaze and turning your head around. you gasp in surprise as you find your husband leaning down unexpectedly, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. “woah— rinnie, you’re back from practice already?” the words slip out of your mouth more panicked than you had intended, questioning his early return. “i didn’t think you’d come this early. you scared me.”
“mm’, players were trash, i got bored,” he muttered, rising to his feet again. his attention shifted from you to the miniature version of himself nestled on your lap. a harsh glare met him, those identical teal eyes were tinged with intense resentment toward the man who stood in front of him and his mother. rin furrowed his brows, lowering himself to eye level with his son, returning his glare head-on. “and what’s wrong w’you, huh?”
you roll your eyes playfully at rin’s pettiness, but it seemed that your child had different ideas and seized the opportunity of the closed distance between him and his father, raising his arm. before rin could react, he felt a palm connect mildly across his cheek in an audible smack. his flinch synchronized with your loud gasp, expression hardening. his own flesh and blood had just slapped him across the face. “you little–” his voice trailed off as he was interrupted once again.
“...’tay away ‘fom mommy!” your son babbled in his adorable, angry tone. but upon noticing rin’s scowling expression, he fell silent and curled his fingers into the fabric of your shirt, burying his face into the security of your chest. your hand instinctively found its way to support his back, and he let out a brief sigh of relief before a pair of larger hands wrapped around his waist.
“your mommy’s mine,” rin mocked bitterly, picking him up and settling him on his thigh. he reached out, gently pinching the boy’s plump cheeks. “she sleeps with me every night, not you.” the child squirmed in his father’s grasp, and as if sensing rin’s (feigned) serious tone, his face scrunched up and loud wails echoed through the room. his chubby legs kicked out, and tear-filled eyes pleaded for your help as he desperately stretched his arms towards you.
you let out an exasperated sigh, shaking your head at your husband. “rin, you’re so petty. fighting with your two-year-old over me? really?” you chuckled softly, “besides, you’re wrong, he sleeps beside me whenever you’re abroad for your games.” he huffs and rolls his eyes, struggling to keep his wriggling son within his grasp.
“he’s been ‘givin me that lukewarm long face every time i see him.” rin grumbled.
you moved closer, carefully prying the boy from rin’s grasp and reassuringly cradling him against your chest. his sobs gradually softened into sniffles as you whispered soothing words into his ears. turning around, he met his father’s frown again. this time, his eyes were shaded with a mischievous glint, grinning insolently as he stuck out his tongue and blew raspberries at rin.
rin sighed. he had given up. he reaches his arm and affectionately pokes his child on his forehead. “i love you, you little rascal,” he mutters awkwardly. to his surprise, the boy giggled and extended his arms towards him, to which he unhesitantly took him into his embrace, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
your heart fills with warmth at the innocent interaction between your husband and son. you watched fondly as your little boy babbled incoherently, tiny hands playing with rin’s strands of hair as rin held him securely by his waist. rin caught your gaze and subtly smiled, resting his other hand on your cheek before leaning down to press a kiss on your temple. however, his little bundle of… joy… raised his hand, and much to his shock, landed a perfect yet angry smack on his unsuspecting cheek.
“i take it back, take this little shit away from me!”
3.2k (?? wht.thefhuck i really am wrecked over this) -> rin finds out you’re pregnant and cannot keep away from you any longer
note. everybody say THANK YOU DAWN and bow down before her brilliance at @lalunanymph bc without this absolutely scrumptious brain nugget + fic (that you have legal obligation to read🔫🔫 i’m watching you👁👁) i would never have gotten soul and body consumed by baby daddy!rin to the point i could lich-er-a-lly not do anything for days until i wrote this out of my system i’m ill. smooching u extra hard lovely 🥺 also @/hieori (idk if ur comfy w/ me tagging u) you probs don’t know who i am LOL it’s fine i’m only, like, mildly obsessed with you i prommy hehe<3 but ur ex bf! rin stuff was quite literally everything :((( </33 so it’s only appropriate i credit u too i hope u don’t mind!
cw. fem! reader. mentions of pregnancy. ex bf! rin (but y’all are still obsessed with each other like–). angst w/ eventual comfort (i think??). use of y/n + pet names (mostly baby) // this was written exclusively by listening to promenade by jesse porter on loop (instrumentals my beloved<3) so if you want the same unhinged experience go ahead lol. i hope there’s no typos bc i’ve read this more times now than i’ve been alive so akajshdhd okay i’ll shut up now enjoy!!!
for a second, rin feels like all the air has been punched out of his lungs as he just keeps staring and staring at the period tracker app he’s been keeping an eye on as early as two months into your relationship. when it comes to taking care of you, he had, still has, no sense of boundaries, wanting to be aware of everything regarding your health. allowing you to leave his side is the worst fucking mistake he ever committed in his life, but checking up on you in any way he can, even from a suffocating distance, is a habit he thinks he’ll never be able to break. even though you’re gone, the app is familiar, except – the layout has changed. looks different, if only slightly, ever since you logged in your pregnancy.
rin doesn’t even register that his breathing has gone ragged. that despite the vicious possessiveness that locks up and overtakes every bone in his body, he’s already reaching for his car keys. flooring the gas and speeding recklessly to your old apartment, because if he doesn’t see you right now – if he can’t confirm with his own two eyes that you’re pregnant with his baby and not some other scumbag’s – he’s afraid he’ll fall apart to the point he won’t be able to reassemble the pieces back together on his own.
it’s 3am when you’re finally able to drift off into a rare, blissful slumber after tossing and turning for hours, nausea tormenting your stomach. you’re unable to enjoy the peace for long, sudden thundering raps shocking you awake; some goddamn lunatic determined to disturb your much needed sleep by trying their hardest to knock down your front door at such an ungodly hour. you scowl at the prospect of another restless night, your exhaustion and kindling anger like weights dragging you down, but then you hear it. the hoarse cry of your name, followed by frantic pleas of “y/n, please, open up. i need to see you, i need to talk to you. baby, please,” and your erratic heart stutters in your chest at his voice.
you know it’s rin, of course you know it’s him – that baritone, even if muffled, still the calling of your treacherous soul despite everything that blew up between you two. but it can’t be rin, not right now, not so soon, when your heart still throbs like a jagged, open wound. that’s why you made him promise to steer clear, clinging to the possible salvation of moving in a space unoccupied by his presence, because you don’t know if you can deal with him without succumbing to him, to his everything, at just the mere sight of him.
yet, you pad over. you unlock the door, a gasp fighting to free itself from your throat because it’s so much worse than you could’ve imagined. you’ve seen rin kicked down to his lowest. seen him manic and obsessive and trembling from unbridled rage, but you’ve never seen his teal eyes so crazed, so tormented. he almost groans at what feels like his first glimpse of you in ages.
“rin?” you’re trying to keep a level head, you really are, summoning some of that infamous itoshi stoicism for yourself, but it’s proving to be a losing battle with how his eyes keep roaming over you. as if he’s making sure every inch of you is just as he remembers – safe and soft and his. (and it is. you’re still the love of his life. stunning, precious you, even with your dark eyebags and matted hair and a look that tells him you’re willing to kick him to the curb at any second. but just this once, he won’t let you have your way. not in this.)
“it’s late, and you’re being loud—”
“is it mine?” rin asks, the interruption barely more than a whisper of his lips, but it’s like alarms blaring in your ears, your palm instinctively coming to rest on your belly that will soon cease being flat and start showing signs of a bump – of a life growing inside you.
“w-what are you talking about?” but it’s futile, your feigned ignorance, as his keen stare catches the subtle placement of your hand. you watch him squeeze his eyes shut, gripping your door frame until his knuckles turn white, inky bangs falling in front of his face as he lets his head hang before his gaze shoots to yours, pinning you in place. there’s so much churning in the mossy ponds of his eyes – a flood of heightened, messy emotions those who don’t know him would find uncharacteristic – but you can navigate the trembling, green waves, the whirlpool of his dilated pupils. you could fill empty notebooks with it till not a spot of paper is free and not articulate even a fraction of what truly swims in his irises.
“fuck, baby, you’re pregnant.”
it’s agonized. it’s in disbelief. it’s joy so consuming he has to force it shut with a cork lest it spills over and frightens you away.
and just like that, the lifeboat tips over, and you’re drowning. no breath in your lungs. no words on your tongue. your voice is raw, crunching like gravel, as if you were born and never stopped screaming. you don’t deny anything. “how? how could you possibly know that?” how were you supposed to cope without him when you could not escape him? how were you supposed to forget him when the universe meant him for you with an infatuated, heart-wrenching adamancy?
rin’s powerful shoulders sag, curling in on themselves like a snail retreating to their house, his frame no longer crowding the width of your door frame now that all his brimming intensity seems to just bleed out of him. he looks fragile, porcelain pale, like the lightest touch of your fingertip could shatter him into a million irreparable pieces. his adam’s apple bobs with an audible swallow, as if he’s about to admit his sins in a confessional.
“your health app, baby. i, uh—fuck, yeah, i saw it there.”
it takes you a second to realise what he’s implying, but when you do, there’s no time for the perplexed scrunch of your brows as your exhaustion and anger catch up to you, overwhelming your senses. he had no right. he has no right to your privacy like that, not anymore.
“you didn’t unsync from my medical information? what the hell, rin? that’s not okay. you know that’s not okay—”
the lump forming in rin’s throat threatens to choke him as he takes in your physical distress, the way you shake all over because of him. he watches your fists clench and moisture spring to your eyes out of frustration and knows it’s not okay, but he doesn’t care.
“baby—”
“don’t call me that.”
rin doesn’t care.
“sweetheart, darling, please—”
you want to throttle him – ask him why you both broke each other’s hearts. you want to sink your nails into his insufferable jugular, but then rin drops to his knees, succumbing to you. the deafening thud of bone hitting the floor swallows everything in its wake; silences your fury, his turmoil, both of your longing. he’s on his knees, crawling towards you, grasping your hands in his and peppering feverish kisses over your knuckles, along your fingers, his gaze not once abandoning your face, how your breath hitches. he’s on his knees, at your feet, placing your hands to circle around his neck that shudders from the force of his exhales, large, warm palms tracing the back of your bare legs from ankle to the curve of your hips, coming to rest at the small of your back as he buries his forehead into the plush of your stomach.
motionless, you let him do as he pleases, dazed at his tender closeness. he nuzzles his nose into your sleep shirt, mouthing at the fabric, almost groaning as your scent washes over him.
“tell me it’s mine,” rin demands, but his carnal desperation makes it sound like begging. “tell me there’s no one else. tell me you can take me back.”
“tell me you haven’t moved on,” he means to say. “tell me you haven’t given up on us. tell me that you still love me, that you missed me, that you want me back.”
there’s so much to say – to ask and explain – yet your mouth remains shut, silent tears running their course down the slope of your cheeks. you don’t want rin to know you’re crying, not yet, so you give in. you yank away the heavy duty chains from the part of yourself that craves his being in all its entirety, by your side, at all times, with a maddening severity. you let that locked up part of you spring free for the first time since the break up you regretted as soon as you voiced it – and feel so much of everything. of you. of him. of you both, together, imperfect puzzle pieces that against all odds still fit.
you let your trembling fingers thread through his silky strands, massaging his scalp. rin doesn’t even try to muffle his whimper from where his cheek presses into your tummy as you gently scrape the blunt of your nails against the sensitive skin on the top of his head, just as you’ve done it countless times when he laid wrapped around you like a vine – just as you know he likes it. rin all but melts under your touch, sighing at the grains of affection you offer him, the pads of his fingers sinking into the flesh of your back with such gripping pressure you have to bite down on your chapped lips to hold back a hiss. but you can’t mask your crying any longer.
rin immediately stiffens underneath you when a wet sniffle escapes you, rising back to his full, towering height, his searching eyes dampening with fresh despair as he latches onto your teary features. he doesn’t tell you that everything will be alright, that it will get better. he just cups your cheeks in his impossibly large palms like you’re his whole world, calloused thumbs brushing away your cascading tears as he moulds the hard planes of his body along your inviting softness until there’s no space left between you two. he’s so hopelessly close you can see unshed tears of his own cling to his prominent lower lashes, curling like parentheses, when he tilts your chin up. yet he draws closer still, lining his forehead against yours and trading eskimo kisses with you.
“tell me i’m the only one for you,” rin whispers onto the pillow of your lips, sharing one and the same breath.
“rin,” you hiccup his name, but don’t say it back.
his heart chips and cracks, the glue he haphazardly stuck the beating organ back together with about to give out.
“rin,” you repeat, fingers twisting in the cotton of his shirt. “i love you so much it hurts.”
weightless relief and depthless disappointment flood him both at once, because you still love him. you love him like he obsessively adores and worships you with every cell in his body, but he’s caused you unacceptable pain he’ll likely never learn to forgive himself for.
a lone tear breaks free from his lash line, racing to dip past his jaw, but you don’t let it go further than the corner of his mouth, catching it with your lips out of pure instinct – is what you tell yourself, even though the action has been deliberate. even though you can barely restrain yourself from demanding this starving love consume you both. a strangled noise sounds in the back of rin’s throat, as if you’ve kicked him instead of pressing a kiss to the thin crevice of his lips, before his grip on your head tightens, hungry and possessive.
“fuck, baby, why did you do that? you shouldn’t have done that.”
then he’s gasping, claiming your mouth in a mind-shattering kiss that has you clinging onto him lest the floor gives out underneath your unsteady feet. it’s insatiable, a debauched clash of too much tongue and nipping teeth, no control in the way you cannot get enough of the other’s almost bruising caresses, the needy noises spilling between you, trying to make up for the time you both denied each other with greedy fervour. rin finds he’d rather suffocate than part from you for even a second, the way you keen and lap at his tongue all the air he ever needs to fill his lungs with. your lips are glossed from your mixed saliva as he pants into the hot cavern of your mouth, mumbling an “i’m sorry” before licking at the roof. whenever he can get a breath in, whenever his desperate want for you ceases for just a moment to innocently peck your kiss-plump lips, it overflows in strings. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” – because he is. he’s so fucking sorry he was ever foolish enough, shameful and heinous and heartless enough to hurt the most precious thing to him in this whole wide world.
it tears away at your limbs, how he implores you, like he cannot fathom a future in which you granting him forgiveness was within his reach. as if you weren’t also a guilty participant in the reason your relationship soured, resulting in your unsought split. you cannot bear it, that he insists on shouldering all the blame. you will not have it, not when all you really want is him just like this, enveloped in your arms and all yours once more.
“rin,” you urge, knowing how it affects him while you’re vulnerable and intimate.
“i‘m sorry,” he repeats, shuddering at how you sigh his name.
he doesn’t listen, misinterprets your intentions altogether, too lost in the heaven of your sweltering devotion. rin makes it clear he’s not letting you go until he’s had his fill of you, crushing your body even tighter against his, eradicating any and all semblance of distance selfishly keeping you apart till there’s nothing else but you and him melting into one. you want to succumb to him like he has to you, but you hold out one last time.
“rin, baby,” you grasp at the small hairs near his nape and tug, plucking him off you with a wet smack, holding him steady even as he tries to chase after your lips. his entire body rocks with long heaves, expression completely blissed out as he regards you like you’re the greatest treasure known to mankind.
“it’s yours,” you confess into the heated silence. “haven’t been with anyone else, it will only ever be you, rin.”
rin’s knees threaten to buckle under his weight, your words releasing all the pent-up jealous tension that had sunk its claws into his ligaments, fearing the possibility that he might never get to live, just merely exist without you. you’re swept up in his arms the next second with no other choice but to wrap your legs around his slim waist as he bundles you against him. not that you have any desire to be anywhere else as his hand finds solace cradling the back of your head, the other securely anchored around your back.
he walks like that, blindly, with your face burrowed in his sturdy chest, his own forehead nestled in the crook of your neck as he murmurs his secret joy into your ticklish hair – “oh god, oh thank god, baby, i love you, i love you so much” – the layout of your apartment committed to his memory with the same accuracy as the dimensions of a football field.
when rin lays you both down on your mattress, your front curled against his and legs tangling, your bedsheets are still a rumpled mess from when you woke with a hurry to his incessant knocking. his lips never stray far from you, tracing your hairline as if he’s crowning it with loving kisses, the arm that previously rested along your back slipping under your shirt to pet at the pudge of your stomach. for a while, you both bask in the comforting silence blanketing you, warm and content in the cocoon of your reunion.
“have you–” rin speaks first, having to clear his throat when his voice cracks at the first few words, the only indication he’s nervous the pause in his doting touches to your belly. “have you decided how you want to move forward yet? with the pregnancy?”
the heaviness lingering in the question about the choice you have to make, and soon, leaves you frowning and casting your eyes down at your fidgeting fingers. “i’m– i’m not sure, to be honest. there’s a lot to think about.”
“that’s okay.”
“we’d need to talk and reevaluate – us. what we even are after this. what it would mean for us.”
“i know.”
“i mean – there’s also our careers to consider. if this is something i, or, uh, we would have time for outside of maybe wanting it, too.”
“of course.”
at his core, rin has always been a man of few words. his bluntness could be frustrating at times, but you never faulted him for it. how could you have, when even now as you blink up at him, you’re overwhelmed by the sheer sincerity of his clear, unclouded eyes, the open trustworthiness of his face peering down at you. swallowing your nerves, you brace yourself to voice the question that’s been fighting to climb up your throat, his reassurance propelling you forward. you have to ask. you want to know.
“if i kept the baby, what would you say?”
rin stops breathing. has to restrain himself from whooping with limitless delight – to hug you against him tightly once more and smother you in searing kisses until both of you are floating from a future joyfully spent together in the company of three, maybe more, if you’d like to. he feels blessed beyond belief, awed that you’d even think to indulge him in such a prospect. he has so much to say. he wants it so badly he might never breathe again if you choose the opposite, but ultimately, it’s not up to him.
“it’s your choice to make, baby, not mine.”
your answering smile is feather-soft, curving like angel wings, and rin understands why he went to his knees for you. why he would do it again, over and over, at the sight of that smile alone, if that’s what you desired.
“i know it is,” you say, your hand reaching to cup his jaw. “but if i decide to keep it, you’d be the father of my child. so i want to know. what would you say?”
rin kisses the inside of your palm, intertwining his long, pianist slender fingers with yours. pulls you close until he’s sure you won’t miss any of the genuineness emanating from his features.
“i’d say i’d finally purchase that ring i’ve been eyeing and put it on your finger. i’d say i’d make you my wife and start a family together – be a better husband to you than i ever was a boyfriend. i’d say i think you could make me the father of my dreams. that i’ll give you the world, treat you – both you and our child – with the best i can provide until i’m no longer able to.”
sometimes, rin is not a man of few words, and the poetry he weaves you sounds like everything you ever wanted.
“if you’ll have me,” he whispers the last of his promise, in search of quiet reassurance, as if there wasn’t only one answer you could give him.
and you realise – it’s nothing like succumbing. but rather feeling whole again, with him.
okay but what if it's ex-bf!rin who finds out you're pregnant because of that same damn app only after you leave him
cw. 18+ themes discussed, pregnancy, angst, arguments, rin's pretty pathetic here but we love him for it
“So, that’s it?”
His voice falls flat. Unyielding. Even in the face of an impending heartbreak, he remains inscrutable.
Your fingers twist the hem of your dress, crinkling the silk between your pressured touch, not noticing his eyes flitting to the tiny anklet he gifted you with his initials on it.
The flimsy sterling pendants mock him, shining back into his glazed eyes with your words that refuse to settle in his mind.
I want to take a break, Rin. Your glossy eyes were starting to haunt him. All we’ve been doing is fighting non-stop. You’re under too much pressure and so am I. It’s best if we give this relationship a short time off to cool down.
The first emotion bubbling to the surface was anger. What did you mean by ‘time off’? Love was not something you could pause and resume to your heart’s content. Rin would never think of dragging you along for a ride like this. He knew it would only hurt you so why…
Why were you doing this to him?
“Let’s end this.” The words fall from his hard mouth before he has a chance to take them back.
You blinked, and the dark circles under your eyes drew out your fatigued air.
He halfway expected you to turn this sinking ship around and refuse him. He saw it in the minute tremble of your lower lip; your gaze flitting back to the ground where his anklet glimmered pathetically.
But, ultimately, your mind was made up.
You leaned back slightly, a neutral expression overtaking the momentary relapse of composure, and you nodded.
“Okay. I think that’s for the best.”
The next few minutes were a blur for Rin. So, were the next few hours and days.
All he remembered after those words left your lips was your suitcase in hand, the almost disappearing adoration in your eyes metamorphosed into a surrendering acceptance that broke the fragments of his heart into smaller pieces. He remembered walking to the window of his penthouse, watching the world below him. The web of interlocking roads dotted with twinkling lights, each one a pitying wink directed up at him.
Maybe your passing car was part of the sympathetic crowd.
Rin doesn’t remember if he even slept that night. In his mind’s eye, all that transpired was a replay of your words.
We’ve been fighting too much.
I don’t think I can take it anymore.
You’re… you’re colder and meaner, Rin. Can you be a little bit kinder when you speak to me?
As he trained, he brought up those memories again, needing the lacerations spilling unjust anger to fuel him for his upcoming match. It was one of those career make-or-break ones which Ego kept on hammering into their heads. He was not exempt from the lecture, and no thanks to the mounting stress, he supposes he took it out on the wrong people in the wrongest of ways.
One of them being you.
His mother called him up, having heard the news from Sae who heard it from Oliver who heard it from Isagi.
“Rin?” Her gentle tone did not soothe his festering emotions, and he was exhausted after a full day of practice. But, it had been awhile since someone had checked up on him, and he indulged in that unnerving novelty, if not for a spare moment.
“Hey, mom.”
“I heard about you and Y/N. I’m sorry.”
He hummed, throwing his feet up on the sofa and putting his phone on speaker. Rin scrolled through his notifications while she consoled him.
“I know it’s not the right timing, but if you want to return back home, even for a day, your room is always ready for you. Okay?”
Rin was about to reply to her when his phone vibrated with a notification from an app he almost forgot he had installed. In the months leading up to this deciding match, he had neglected to check on the period tracker you had once cheekily placed in his phone as a prank which, surprisingly, proved a much needed help in navigating your every fluctuating mood leading up to your time of the month.
The tracker could be updated in real time from your end and he would be in the know. Sometimes, he would get an ovulating notification (much to his chagrin when Shidou was looking over his shoulder and crowed to half the guys that “little Rin-chan is thinking of knocking up his girlfriend!”) and other times, the app would remind the both of you of your upcoming cycle.
During your earlier dating days, Rin would buy you chocolate or heating pads before showing up to your front door for dinner and a movie. But, that changed when you both moved in together and slowly, the sweet gestures of services you fell for withered away, till the bitter taste of arguments and building resentment were all that was left.
“... Rin? Rinny? Are you there?”
He had not blinked in the span of two minutes. Unable to reply to his mother, he was staring hard at your period tracker because the little pink app’s interface had now changed into a soft, neutral brown with a visual of what looked like a tiny lump of flesh floating in the middle of the screen.
He was unable to reply because, as blunt and dense as he could be, Itoshi Rin was not an idiot.
The period tracker had been activated into pregnancy mode.
The words 2 weeks 1 day burned itself into his retinas. Underneath the visual of the zygote, there was an option for expectant mothers to name their growing baby and his breathing came to a stop when he read what you had inputted.
Baby Itoshi.
His mind was spinning and his mother had long disconnected the call.
Rin set his phone down, turning his wide eyes to the view outside his floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The same glass windows he had pressed you against more than a month ago as he hitched your skirt out of the way, and took you over and over again amidst the blurry city lights.
He couldn’t think straight.
Rin was dialling your number before he could stop himself, the cacophony of his endless thoughts drowning him in agonising waves. The phone rang once, twice, three times, but you didn’t pick up. Eventually, it went to voicemail and he tried again.
And again.
And again. And again.
But, every single time he did, his calls went unanswered.
A fog of anger rolled over his haphazard thoughts, and he straightened up, not caring that he was still in his training clothes and covered with sweat. He had to see you and he had to see you now.
–
A soft light diffused across the bathroom, bathing your shuddering form in tones of orange and nausea.
Your head propped up weakly on the toilet seat was spinning, and it took all your strength to decline another insistent call from the smeared phone screen. You could not handle speaking to another person, not when every step hurt like you were walking on breaking bones and your body felt like it was being turned inside out from the raging cocktail of pregnancy hormones.
Washing your mouth clean and spitting down the porcelain bowl, you force yourself to your feet, gripping onto the edge of the sink to keep yourself upright.
Shuffling back into the living room, you were unsure what to do next. Briefly, the idea of telling Rin about this update appeared in your mind, but you refrained from reaching out. It was not in your position anymore, too.
A knock on your door reverberated throughout your neglected apartment and you paused on the way to the kitchen, unsure who could be calling on you at this time of the night.
Rin’s voice filled in the space, insistent and serious, calling your name over and over again.
We need to talk. Y/N, open the door. Come on, baby, let me in.
You hesitated, thinking if it was worth it; if letting Rin’s bad temper, callous words and cold demeanor back into your life would harm you more than soothe the irrational need to always be loved by him.
His voice and frantic fist on the door was reverberating across the hallway, rattling the 3AM peace. Your neighbours would call the police and in a fit of exasperation, you decided to let him back in.
The latch fell open and he came barreling into your living room, all six foot five muscles and relieved exhales of your name which were swallowed in the blanket of his large arms. He pulled back enough to touch his erratic teal eyes onto your splotchy cheeks and watery eyes, his heart breaking once more in real time at your misery.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His blunt nature was both a curse and a blessing when it came to confrontations. Rin never wasted any time getting to the heart of things. “I saw your app’s update. You’re pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me?”
The repeated questions, the undeniable hunger and heartbreak on his face, and how good his arms felt around you again—like they were always made to be there—got you crying.
Tears streaked down your cheeks, and for a split second, Rin malfunctioned. Unable to do anything but touch his eyes to your leaky nose and shiny cheeks, he struggled to find the right words which would show you that no matter what, you’re still so beautiful to him even when you’re like this.
“Don’t cry, please,” he whispered, rubbing the tears away. “We’ll get through this, I promise. I won’t let you go again. I’m sorry.”
The words he spouted were naively simple. Of course, there was his unstable soccer career to consider. You were barely established at work and money was still a prickly subject neither of you knew how to navigate. The both of you were far too young to be parents, and marriage was a topic not yet on the table. But, for a single, impulsive second, you didn’t care.
The outline of his lips, soft and warmly chapped, touched your forehead. You could smell hints of a wet field from his clothes, and the slight sting of sweat. It prodded on the ever present nausea settling deeper into your body, but you wouldn’t give up on a chance to hold him after days apart.
Rin clung onto you like a child, afraid of pulling away from you even for a split second. He kissed your forehead, your temple and eventually, claimed your lips.
“Don’t make me feel so small again,” you whispered against the warm pressure of his mouth on yours. “I want us to work on the problem together Rin, not fight against each other.”
He nodded, fisting his old jersey draped around your form, feeling the soft material rumple under his clenched palms.
“I’m sorry. I’ll do better for us. For all of us. I promise.”
It was enough of an apology for you. His arms bound you to his side for the whole night. He wouldn’t shower without you; wouldn’t make scrambled eggs for the both of you if you weren’t sitting at the dining table, observing him.
Rin didn’t let you move an inch away from his strong, solid build for the whole night, his large palms splayed across your belly. Not even when you shifted out of his embrace in the throes of sleep—all he did was pull you right back into his side with a sleepy grunt and a scrunch in his brow. Not even when you turned around with a huff and pinched his cheek impatiently for him to let you go and do your early morning business.
Rin was a fool to let go of you once. He would be an even bigger fool to repeat the same mistake twice.
S.Coups ❧ His jealousy protects what’s his. You’ve told him before that he can get quite intense and he’s aware of that. He can’t help it, though, not when it comes to you. But he tries. As long as nobody tries to touch you, he can cope. He gives you space, because he wants you to meet other people, he doesn’t want you to feel suffocated by him or like you can’t meet people without his supervision. He just gets worried when you’re out of his sight for a long time, especially at events where alcohol is involved. He tries to be sneaky, walking around leisurely and chatting around while monitoring you from afar. He’s just checking up on you. But he sends you a pouty look when he sees you’re still talking to the same guy who’s already bought you two drinks - he wasn’t counting - and who seems to be moving closer every time Seungcheol looks at you. You’ve been talking to him for at least an hour, and he is… jealous. No use beating around the bush, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Your eyes are kind when you look at him, you send him a smile despite having to turn away from the guy, breaking the conversation for a second. He feels reassured - he’s your priority. It’s only after another hour seems to pass and you’re still in the presence of the same man that he joins you. He hears your chuckle when he doesn’t immediately melt as he usually does whenever he wraps his arms around from behind. He’s still tense as he greets your company and he’s annoyed by the guy being annoyed by his presence. But it all dissipates with a single word - Love? He sees the man frown, but he's no longer relevant. Because Seungcheol gets to call you the pet name right back, cherishing that you care for him and calm him down without being annoyed by his temper - or his pouting once you’re both alone.
Jeonghan ❧ His jealousy is an itch at his fingertips. Should he tease you? Or should he pull you close and never let you go? Everything's fun and games until he sees the man you’ve been talking with paying more attention than is polite to you. It’s hard to tell but he’s observant, and he has experience monitoring twelve unruly guys. Of course he notices the subtle shift. So he goes to check on you. He doesn’t make it too obvious, just gently asking whether you’re having fun before disappearing again. He enjoys the slight confusion on your face, and he hopes his behavior will hint to the guy that you’re taken. He does so a couple more times, coming with a mixture of excuses and gentle touches - bringing you another drink when your glass is empty, your fingers brushing together, asking whether you’re getting tired with a hand on your lower back, and finally helping you fix your hair when he notices it keeps falling annoyingly into your face. He loves seeing you getting flustered as he comes and goes. However, as usual, it blows up in his face. Unrequired, your conversational partner starts getting possessive, and that’s where he draws the line. You’re his. This time you also notice the change in the behavior of the man and you search for Jeonghan, but he’s already there. His hands are on your waist as he stands behind you, his chin on your shoulder. He smiles when you kiss his cheek, kissing you right back. He sees the emotions shifting on the man’s face until they finally settle on embarrassment as he mumbles an apology and leaves. You think it’s over, but it’s not. Jeonghan sticks to you, physically has to have you close, only leaving to get you another drink or to bring you a snack. His hand is always at the small of your back. Anyone you talk to knows you’re his. He can’t have anything like that happening again.
Joshua ❧ His jealousy is a gentle smirk and a glint in his eyes as his gaze lingers on your figure. It’s a mutual respect and trust. It’s inevitable for both of you to get attention from other people. It’s one of those things both of you had to learn to deal with. While it’s undoubtedly harder for you, he’s the first to admit you can stay much calmer in such situations than he can. He wonders whether the man you’re talking to is oblivious or just doesn’t care, because he’s sure if anyone was glaring at him like he’s glaring at the man, he’d get lost. He wants to let you have fun. It’s harmless. Anyone would be attracted to you, he knows he shouldn’t get jealous so easily, but it’s rare that he gets to show you off, and maybe that’s what sets him off. You’ve been counting, and you make a note to praise him later. Ten minutes is a new record for him. You smell his intoxicating perfume a second before you feel his touch on your waist, gentle to avoid startling you. His smile is charming as he says excuse me and introduces himself to your company. It’s a little awkward, but he’s polite, and his voice carries a heavy sweetness when he’s talking to you. He’s a perfect gentleman, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to impress both you and the man. But you do, and so you know he’s only treating you the only way he thinks you deserve to be treated. It’s a reassurance and a promise. You’ll always be cherished by his side.
Jun ❧ His jealousy is always lurking just out of reach. It mirrors his actions perfectly, and he finds a piece of solace in that. Like it makes him a little more whole, it keeps him together, somehow, despite how lost he feels. He remembers your meeting, your very beginnings. Back then, it was always you approaching him. He wonders how nice it’d be if his past self was as confident as he’s now. He stands back and watches as yet another man greets you and attempts to buy you a drink. He can’t hear over the music blasting at the club, but he knows you’ve already declined whatever he’s offered you twice and it irks him that the guy can’t take the hint. He huffs, yet he stays back. It must be some kind of morbid curiosity or simple and plain masochism. Or maybe he hopes it’ll give him an excuse to whine and cling to you later. He isn’t entirely sure himself. He wants to reach out and touch you, but he doesn’t. Somehow it feels like you’re too far. Simply watching you, he wonders how lucky he is, and whether you might ever feel the same. He tries hard so that you could, but he isn't entirely sure his efforts are enough. Perhaps that’s why he keeps watching despite every single cell in his body screaming for him to just join you back at the bar. Then you notice him on your own and you feel your heart flutter at the sight of him. He looks so smitten you find yourself moving before you realize it. He finally reaches out, pulls you flush against him as he kisses you with everything he has, as if your proximity finally shook him out of his stupor. He growls, sending a look to the guy that’s been chatting you up and he smirks without pausing the kiss. It’s impossible to say which one of you whispers let’s get back home first.
Hoshi ❧ His jealousy is plausible deniability. He doesn’t want to be the jealous boyfriend, he really doesn’t. But he doesn’t know this man, he doesn’t know whether he’s your friend or not, and it’s been at least fifteen minutes since he’s joined you and yet he didn’t get so much as a greeting from him. He’s grateful that you at least tried to find a way to let him join the conversation, all of which were quickly shut down but by the other man before he could even respond. It makes him nervous, frustrated. He knows you look beautiful and deserve all the compliments in the world, and that it is polite to compliment another person, but really there has to be some limit that separates polite compliments and flirting. He really doesn’t want to be the jealous boyfriend but he sees the body language of the man shift and he feels like he might try to touch you and that’s absolutely unthinkable, so he does what he feels is right. He wraps an arm around your waist without pulling you closer. Then again, he doesn’t need to as you lean into his touch and closer to him. He feels so relieved he wants to cry or scream or something, but he’s not dramatic enough to do that. At least not here, not now. The conversation slowly dies down in front of him, who’s still uninvited, and the man soon leaves, giving Soonyoung a once over and rolling his eyes. He lets it go. He has you in his arms and that’s enough. When you whisper a soft thank you against his lips before you kiss him, he can’t help but feel both pride and overwhelming love for you. Of course you’re not going anywhere, you’re his. And maybe he remains the not jealous boyfriend in your eyes.
Wonwoo ❧ His jealousy is sitting in silent contemplation as a storm rages outside, windows shaking with its force. He looks calm and it comes as a surprise to himself that he actually feels calm. His head is full of thoughts, and yet the surging storm of emotions somehow lingers at the edge of his mind. He watches the man talking to you laugh at something you say. It’s forced, he doesn’t mean it, and Wonwoo’s eye twitches because the other man doesn’t appreciate your humor - or you for that matter. This is it, the feeling that has inspired so many people to wage wars, to risk everything. Love. He observes, chin resting on his hands as he props his elbows on his knees. He ponders about the feeling. He feels it so strongly it feels like it’s going to rip him apart. He doesn’t like conflicts, he’s bad with approaching people. But he’s ready to stand up and close the distance between you and him should the guy try something or should you look to him for help. Then he sees you frown. You say something to the guy that visibly takes him aback and then you’re walking towards him. He stands up, welcoming you with open arms as you tiptoe to kiss him gently. You’re safe, he’ll unleash hell on whoever tries to hurt you. The storm at the edge of his mind shifts, he’s ready to use it to defend you. He sees that the man only backs away when he sees him. He wants to teach him about rejection and how to recognize when someone says no without words, but he feels your arms around him. He doesn’t want to let the scumbag go but you want to dance, and you always come first. Always.
Woozi ❧ His jealousy is his pride. It’s weighing down on him like the scent of red spider lilies, sticking to his lungs, but the flowers are just an illusion hiding a bloodsoaked battlefield. And it’s definitely not a reference to a series you’ve watched together. Just like he’s not remembering that night, with you clinging to his arm and crying for the characters lost. He’d much prefer to feel you so close again than to watch from afar and without the attention of another man. He trusts you, insecurities do not try to cloud his mind, and he’s secure in the relationship enough to know that you both want a future together and neither of you would jeopardize this dream. He knows it’s just his pride as a man, as your partner, and that what he feels is more of an urge to show off what’s his than to defend his claim of you. He knows, but it doesn’t stop him from holding the glass in his hand tight enough his knuckles turn white. It’s so sweet, he thinks, to have someone to cherish, yet so bitter when someone challenges his claim. Your eyes meet his and he sees how glad you are to notice him, almost as if you were relieved, and he knows he needs to come over. He slips behind you without a word and puts his arm around you, hand on your hip as he pulls you closer and greets you with a kiss to the corner of your lips. He’s taken by surprise when you react by pulling him even closer by his collar and kissing him in a way that can’t be described as anything else but claiming him. He smirks, briefly opening his eyes just to send a wink to the guy who was chatting you up. He leaves, swearing under his breath, but it doesn’t matter, not when you pull away and smile at Jihoon and don’t tease him for his cheeks tinted pink.
DK ❧ His jealousy seeks out reassurance immediately. He trusts you with his entire being, he knows he has nothing to worry about, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting your attention. Just a simple glance in his direction is enough, something to tell him i know, but i'm still yours but also, and that's the most important, i know you have my back if this gets annoying. Only then can he relax. It’s nice to spend the evening together but separated, at least for a bit. It makes for an interesting conversation on the way back from the event or when you’re lying in bed at the end of the night. He can’t help but miss you, despite literally being only a couple steps away. He keeps looking at you wistfully. You’re beautiful when you smile and he feels pangs of jealousy watching someone else making you smile, especially since he doesn’t know the person. He doesn’t want to interfere, doesn’t want to be annoying. After all, it’s probably nothing and he’s just being silly. He tries to get your attention nonetheless, moving into your field of vision. And you must’ve seen the way his gaze seems off because you invite him in with a gentle smile. He gratefully comes over, joining the conversation smoothly as his hand finds its place on the small of your back. It gets progressively more obvious that he was interrupting something - he, your boyfriend. He shuts that down as soon as he realizes, clearing his throat and hinting towards his arm now securely wrapped around your waist. He’s not ready to fight for you, he would, but he hates conflicts and making a scene. Fortunately he doesn’t need to. He thought you could’ve made a new friend, he grumbles into your ear with a pout. The uncomfortable feeling of jealousy sticks to his mood, however, and only slowly ebbs away as you hold his hand and kiss him, and continue to do so throughout the evening.
Mingyu ❧ His jealousy is making him constantly gravitate towards you. Stuck in your orbit, he keeps close and he makes it known to you that he doesn’t like your attention away from him for this long. He’s a little greedy like that. He pouts at you. Puppy eyes blinking at you whenever your gazes meet. But he knows that if he kept hovering around you, you’d get annoyed and he’d hinder your ability to socialize, which he doesn’t want either. So he leaves you to it, but stays closeby. He interacts with others, meets the people attending the event, but all the while he’s distracted. He’s noticed this one guy that keeps coming to you and talking to you, and his mind is spiraling. What can he possibly want from you? Mingyu sure as hell hopes the dude’s showering you in praises because you’re irresistible, but also can’t he do that in his head and leave you alone? He knows he should get it together, because you’ll tease him for being needy otherwise. You’re not going anywhere, he knows. But he wants to hold you in his arms just to know. He wants to be closer to you. And if he’s honest, he wants everyone to know you’re his. It’s childish, of course, the way he wants to go about it, but he doesn’t care. He needs his hands on you, to feel you physically next to him. It grounds him, and that’s what he needs before he loses his mind. He shuffles closer and closer as sneakily as he can until he sees you smirk and he finally closes the distance between you, pulling you to his side and kissing the top of your head while asking if you’re having fun. Without realizing, he straightens his back. Everything about him screams dominance, everything except for how tenderly he holds you, for the soft curl of his lips when your attention is on him alone.
The8 / Minghao ❧ His jealousy is a ripple in a pond. He allows it to come to be, and then he lets it pass through him. He acknowledges the feeling in its entirety, takes note of its origin, and lets it go. At the end of the day, you’re his. That’s an undeniable fact which is not going to be changed by another man trying to charm you. He keeps close, not enough to hear what the man is saying over the booming music, but he doesn’t need to. He can very well imagine the kind of words that flows from the man’s mouth. He feels like a predator stalking his prey, keeping in the shadows and waiting for the moment to strike. It’s nice watching you. You’re clearly amused by the situation rather than whatever the dude’s saying and it’s so obvious he wonders why the man embarrasses himself so much. He also knows you’re paying more attention to him than the loser in front of you. He meets your eyes a few times, quirking a brow at you. You shrug at him - and really, if he was the guy, he’d leave. You couldn’t make it any clearer that you’re not into him. Of course you’re not when you have Minghao. He makes his way over, one hand immediately sliding around your waist. The man seems like he’s about to fight him until you lean into him and kiss his jaw. He smirks, pulling you closer. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t get drunk on the feeling of you reacting so well to his claim over you. And the guy’s evaporating like a mist, as he should. He smiles when you whine against his skin that it’s impossible to make him jealous. He explains that he is, a little, sometimes, but why would he make a big deal out of it? He doesn’t like when others try to take you away from him, but he knows you’re not going anywhere. He can act jealous if that’s what you’d like though, just for the night.
Seungkwan ❧ His jealousy comes and goes like the tide. It’s both loud sass and silent brooding. One second he’s muttering about the guts of that guy and the next he’s contemplating whether there is any possibility you could be searching for something new. There’s not. He knows. So he only entertains the idea for a short while before he fixes his thoughts, and smiles. Warmth spreads in his chest at the thought of the many mornings you’ve woken up to together after nights out just like this one. And tomorrow there’ll be a new memory to add to the collection. He calms, but then he sees the man still talking to you and he’s dissing him under his breath again. He tries to distract himself by talking to the guys, he knows you’ll be right back after getting your drink and he doesn’t want to seem overbearing, but does it piss him off. He’s worried more than anything, maybe his emotions are just confused. Perhaps jealousy is easier to handle than concern, and easier to explain. Why should he worry about you when he can see you? It doesn’t make sense. His mind is like an open sea, each feeling rising and falling like the waves. He can’t stay still, so he’s fidgeting with his glass, glancing in your direction every few seconds. Finally you get your drink and find him with your eyes too, and he returns the bright smile you wear when you see him, breathing out a quiet cute when he sees you. What’s less cute is that a certain individual is following you despite your blatant obliviousness to his existence. It makes the worry he feels spike up as he meets you halfway and pulls you behind his body protectively. He challenges the man with a quirk of his brow, but the conflict never happens. You scold him when he grumbles that you’re worth fighting for and that the guy never deserved any of your attention if he wasn’t even going to fight for you.
Vernon ❧ His jealousy is a flutter of butterfly wings. As the night progresses and borders on turning into a very early morning, his social battery becomes drained and he lingers at the periphery of the bustling society gathered in the hall. He spots you, talking to someone animatedly. He thinks it’s a shame he doesn’t have this much vigor this long into the night, you could’ve had fun together. He sips his drink slowly while keeping an eye on you, not necessarily watching you, just checking on you from afar every few minutes to see where you are, what you’re doing and whether you’re safe. Some people can get quite unpleasant when all the bubbly gets into their heads. You’re handling yourself with grace and it makes him smile. He’s proud of you. If only he could be more like you, but all he wants is to escape right now. He knows it’s just the buzz of the alcohol and tiredness catching up to him, but he smiles a little wistfully. You change your conversational partners often, a small group gathering and chatting around and with you. You look beautiful and he’s suddenly too aware of the number of people looking at you. He knows you’ve received a lot of compliments and he hopes he didn't forget to tell you how amazing you look. Some part of him wants to come to you and join the discussion, but he’s tired. He doesn’t want to talk, perhaps he just wants to be close to you in the comfortable silence and understanding your existence provides. He misses you. He wants the others to leave you alone. You find his eyes on you and immediately excuse yourself. He asks whether everything is alright as you settle into his side. And you tell him in a low voice all the interesting bits you’ve learned. You don’t pay attention to anyone but him anymore. His emotions settle again, comforted by your presence that drowns out everything else.
Dino ❧ His jealousy burns like dying embers. It fights against the world, deadly dangerous and yet vulnerable. His jaw is set and eyes flame as he sees yet another man approaching you. He knows he can’t spend the evening by your side but he hopes as the night progresses and people stop caring so much, he’ll be able to disappear to be next to you for a while. He doesn’t like it. He knows you must also be jealous because of the many different women talking to him and he wonders whether you feel the same possessiveness he does. It makes him imagine things he doesn’t like. His mind is filled with scenarios of you being taken away from him, no matter how much he rationalizes that it doesn’t make any sense, of him having to protect you and physically fight to be able to keep you by his side. And he’s ready to. His eyes burn holes into whoever next comes to you, and he knows it’s simply because he wants your attention. He wants to be by your side but he really shouldn’t right now and the helplessness makes everything worse. Or maybe he’s just worried you’d find him annoying and pathetic, not used to seeing his jealousy flaring up like it’s doing tonight. He doesn’t know why he’s like this. But he does wonder how you’d react if he walked over and showed the guy chatting with you that you’re his. Would you push him away? Would you get scared? The uncertainty only makes him more nervous so by the time everyone is pleasantly buzzed and he’s pretty sure it’s alright even if you’re seen together now, he’s almost shaking with anxiety. But the moment he sees the guy leaning way too close to you, any sign of trembling disappears. He’s next to you in a second, threatening the man with his look alone. Daring him to try touching you. He doesn’t, retreating with a grumble. Chan holds you close to his body. You can hear his heart racing in his chest. He doesn’t want to move, holding hands or having you on his arm isn’t enough. He needs to hold you. You let him protect you for the rest of the night, even if your managers won’t be happy - if they’ll remember anything at all.
1)It Seems like I Got Reincarnated into the World of a Yandere Otome Game: (At this point in the manga the yandere is the main male lead. The adoptive brother is showing a few signs of possessiveness for the protagonist, but nothing as serious as the male lead. The second yandere was a brief character named Gift but he was yandere for Lilian (The Ex-Protagonist).)
2)The Villainess Want to Marry a Commoner!!: (From as much as I had noticed, the yandere is the commoner, but there are only a few signs)
3)The Reincarnated Princess Strikes Down Flags Today as Well: (The yandere part is extremely brief but the younger brother at the beginning was showing yandere tendencies towards the protagonist)
4)Lady Rose Wants to be a Commoner: (Is it me, or most of the reincarnation mangas with the yandere trope usually make the younger brother the yandere? Anyways, the yandere part is brief too and the yandere is the younger brother)
5)Fiancée’s Observation Log of the Self-proclaimed Villainess: (I’m not one hundred percent sure but I think the Fiancee could be the yandere)
6)The Result of Being Reincarnated is Having a Master-Servant Relationship with the Yandere Love Interest: (It’s really too early to say anything about the other characters but the servant is a yandere.)
7)Shuuen no Shiori: (Let me just say, this is one of the best yandere manga I had ever read. This is exactly how I would imagine a yandere to be. The yanderes in these are the male with the brown hair and the female with the long hair)
8)Save Me: (Have I ever told how much I love yanderes who are yanderes not for romantic reasons? no? Well, I love them! This is another very great example of that. I think there is no need for me to say who the yandere is as it’s pretty obvious)
9)Worldend: Debugger: (I swear, I’m getting obsessed with the idea of a non-romance related yandere. I swear, those are the best. This is yet another case like that! The yandere is Romeo)
10)Yandere vs. Yandere: (Must I say anything else? Just that it’s basically two yanderes flirting with one another?)
11)Soushikikan to Watashi no Jijou: (Imma be honest here. I didn’t really get interested in this one, so I’m putting it here because others say the commander is the yandere)
12)340 Days: (I didn’t like this too, but I think the male lead does have some yandere qualities? Not too sure though.)
13)You at First Sight: (It seems it’s a new thing for me to put things on the list that I have no interest in. From what I heard, about chapter 90? The yandere tendencies begin to show more and more, but again, I haven’t read it to that point so you are the judge)
14)He’s Harmless I Swear: (This is yet another yandere type I really like. The realistic and more on the normal side yandere. One where the love is on both sides. The yandere is Tomoya but it was pretty clear)
15)The Parodied Jokeland: (I mean, there isn’t much to say to this. Like the title says, this is a parody. Norman should be the yandere in this)
16)For Alice: (Most of the characters have yandere tendencies but the story had been on hiatus for a long time and I’m not too sure where everything should be going)
17)Cheese in the Trap: (I didn’t really like it but the yandere should be the male lead)
18)Inu x Boku SS: (I liked it but at the same time not. I’m pretty confused on my feelings for this one. The servant is the yandere)
19)Koufuku no Ouji-Sama: (The end is were the yandere side really shows. I don’t know if I really liked it. The prince is the yandere)
20)Metronome: (Loved it, but things slightly became confusing for me later on so I dropped it. Probably because I have the most horrible attention span. Anyways the yandere is the blue-haired character)
21)Miniamaru Kareshi: (Cute. The yandere is the male lead/black haired male)
22)Ore to Omae no Stalker Boushihou: (Cute too :3 Anyways, the brown-haired male lead is the yandere/stalker)
23)Risou no Kareshitachi: (The plot twist tho!!!!! Both of the males are yandere!)
24)Stalker’s Game: (I mean, it’s pretty clear that the yandere is the stalker!)
25)Stalker x Stalker: (This is similar to yandere vs. yandere expect a little bit longer and I like the artwork more. There is a little bit of a story later on too)
26)My Deepest Secret: (I liked this a lot. The yandere is Elios)
27)Ten Ten Shiro Shiro: (I can’t say too much about this right now, only that it’s pretty messed up and it may not be everyone’s cup of tea. The yandere is the younger brother/the child)
28)Aishite Kudasai, Sensei: (Must I say anything about this manga?)
29)Bokura no Koi wa Shi ni Itaru Yamai no You de: (This literally ripped my heart and soul out T-T I don’t think I really like this type of yandere, but here)
30)Flowers of Evil: (This is a great case of ‘the wrong yandere’. I really thought it was the sister, but it seems I was really wrong!)
31)Korosareru nara, Isso Sakura no Ki no Shita de: (Loved it. Like, really loved it. One of the first yandere mangas I had actually seen, so it holds a special place in my heart)
32)The Pale Horse: (Don’t even let me begin with this masterpiece. the twists and turns! The yandere is the Barron. I swear, I dropped this because it was making me too emotional)
33)Uruwashiki Shuuen: (This is a good one. The yandere is the protagonist. I’m only disappointed that this is a one-shot as I love anything zombie/apocalypse related)
34)Cross and Crime: (This clearly goes under the more twisted type of yanderes. The yandere in here is the male who raped the protagonist)
35)Revenge Game: (I swear, the deeper you dig into these horror survival mangas, the more yandere characters you find. But I love that, I hope you all do too. The kidnapper is the yandere)
36)An Uncomfortable Truth: (I love the incest yandere type very much. The protagonist is the yandere)
37)Death Chants his Lament: (The father/grim reaper is the yandere)
-Female yandere
1)Happy Sugar Life: (If you dare say that this is not the best thing that you were blessed upon, then I’ll be seriously angry. This is one of those mangas that I wish there were more similar to this, but sadly, I haven’t found anything that hit my core like this. The yandere is the protagonist, but there are other characters like the blondie who was molested or the aunt of the protagonist. The teacher could maybe classify under that too. The molester might too. I mean, this manga/anime is filled with deranged characters, one worse than the other. Just when you think a normal character appears, a plot twist happens and you find out there some weirdo or psychopath)
2)Dead Tube: (This one’s not for everyone, but boy oh boy was this a treat for me. The yandere is the female lead, but the protagonist doesn’t stay behind either with his deranged personality and preferences. Truly, a fine treat)
3)Hiai Mousou: (didn’t really like it, but maybe some of you will.)
4)I was Wrong: (Oh! This was a goodie too. Short, but good. Loved it. I think I don’t need to say who the yandere is)
5)Ijousha no Ai: (Meh, not my style of the manga but I guess this could go well on the list. Never really finished)
6)Kareshi ni Donhiki Saretai Minamoto-san: (That’s a really cute portrayal of yandere girls, but I think the boyfriend might qualify for a yandere boy too)
7)Kuruoshii Hodo ni Anata o: (I love a sweet comedic slice of lives with yandere characters as much as I love me some gory manga with horrifying yanderes)
8)Love Death: (In a sense, this is like Stalker x stalker or Yandere vs yandere expect yuri and much more violent)
9)Pulseless Girlfriend: (Another cute manga about the slice of life with having a yandere girlfriend)
10)Saji-chan no Yami Nikki: (T-T Sadly, I haven’t found were to read this manga but from what I read around about it, it looks pretty yandere. Might be wrong, but I don’t think so)
11)Tomogui Kyoushitsu: (The yandere was the first dead girl’s friend. Ah, I actually loved this a lot. But that could be just because I have a special spot for horror mangas like this)
12)Usotsuki Mi-Kun to Kowareta Ma-chan - Totteoki no Uso: (Good one. Good one. Lil confusing in the end but everything gets explained in the end)
13)Hanaibara: (I wouldn’t exactly call this a yandere but I liked this)
14)Magical Girl Apocalypse: (I’m not even surprised anymore by who the yandere here is. I have seen enough yandere mangas that I saw the twist from a mile away, but it was still an every interesting manga. But It’s probably not everyone’s cup of tea. The yandere is the innocent looking girl)
15)Doubt (Yoshiki Tonogai): (I Swear, plot twists and characters that you don’t think are the yandere ending up being yanderes are the best. The yandere is the protagonist best friend)
16)You are Still in a Bird Cage: (This is interesting yuri. The ending was pretty sweet too((Not sweet in the meaning that it was a HE)
17)Seeking for Death: (Loved it. The yandere is the childhood friend)
18)Saeism: (meh, didn’t really like the art style. Anyways, the yandere is the popular girl)
19)Rapunzel (komoda: (Liked it very much! I’m not too sure, to be honest. Both of the girls are pretty yandere, thought the girl with the long hair is way worse)
20)Hone No Nazuki Made Aisu: (The blond-haired girl is the yandere but the black-haired girl is quite twisted herself)
21)Abnormal-kei Joshi: (The blond long-haired girl/ the girl on the cover is the yandere)
what if: the players were part of a fairytale? (disney au)
with: reo, bachira, chigiri and rin.
n: my entry for @sugardaddyreo collab event "A Dream Is A Wish Your Makes" , thank you for this sweet collab darling, I had a lot of fun imagining bllk guys as Disney characters hehe 💕hope you all enjoy it!
ⅰ. 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, starring reo mikage.
“Well, there’s one thing: they can’t order me to stop dreaming.”
As the King's firstborn, Prince Reo must fulfill his several obligations to the kingdom, including his long-pending marriage. He is tired of so many greedsome proposals and empty-willed madams; he just wishes for a truthful and kind one to love, and to be loved equally in return. The prince finally finds what he's been longing for, someone who isn't seeking the coins inside his pockets, or the power attached to his title: only his heart. And he doesn't give care if the woman in question has no name or land. She has become his dream. And who would be the fool to prevent the prince from getting what he dreams for?
"You are the one I want." earnestly he professes, the words he wished he could say before you vanished through that starry night; leaving only a glass slipper for his memories to rely on. now that you're at his arm's reach, though, he won't let you leave in hurry again. ever again. "You're my wish that came true: the wish from my heart. Please, don't take it away from me because of void rumors or expectations." Holding your smooth hands to his gloved ones, he nears himself into your warmth, pressing your foreheads together while keeping his soft, but intense gaze on your eyes. " Just let me love you, utterly, tenderly. As I know you'll do to me
ⅱ. 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝, starring bachira meguru.
“I know not who you are, or how I came to find you, but may I just say … hi. How ya doin’? The name’s Meguru Bachira. How’s your day goin’, huh?”
Being an outlaw has its perks. Not that running away from guards and other crooks is anything fun, but the feeling of being free to go and do as he pleases it's too exciting. And lonely as well. Believe him, Bachira was all fine by himself, but the moment he ventured inside that tall tower and found you there — caught by you, to be more precise —, something changed inside him. He never had so much fun with someone as he has with you, the feisty, clueless, and dreamy girl who wanted to see the lanterns up close. The gold of your tiara doesn't fill his eyes with glint anymore; it is you, and only you who's now capable of doing it so easily.
"You're beautiful." He cannot help but profess, watching your features turning brighter with the lanterns around you. The most perfect sight in this whole world, he wanted to keep it engraved in his memory; keep you engraved in his heart as if this wasn't natural by now. Brushing a strand behind your ear, he stares at you in adoration, gently taking his time to trace every inch of your face. And in silence, you both enjoy the dream that came true.
ⅲ. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝, starring hyoma chigiri.
"Where would we walk? Where would we run? If we could stay all day in the sun? Just you and me. And I could be, part of your world."
That's what he longed for. Ever since he was little, Chigiri yearns to know more of the surface. To feel the sand kissing his skin, to gaze at the blue day sky, to feel the warmth of the sun guiding his steps as he runs down the beach towards the unknown; to have legs. He just wanted to be part of this world, and maybe, just maybe, he could also stay by your side. The feeling of you fills his mind ever since he saved your life from that storm. And to know that you also wish for him, oh, how much he wants to just kiss his girl. And he's ready to do anything for that.
"Wait for me." He pleads lowly, watching as you wander around with your friends through the beach, unaware of the mermaid that admires you from afar, hidden in a heap of stones. His legs will soon be granted for him, as the sea witch promised in exchange for his voice. A careless decision, it might have been; but whatever happens, his dream will come true. He'll do whatever it takes for that. "I'm coming to you, my love."
ⅵ. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧, starring itoshi rin.
"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty."
Never, in his five years as a captain in the Chinese army, has Rin had to face such a bewildering challenge: having a girl among his men. He doesn't understand how he didn't notice it before, nor did his cadets, but being right or wrong, that defiant young woman is without a doubt the most talented and bravest warrior he has ever seen. And besides conquering the country's victory over the Huns, she won something else, something quite unbelievable to their teammates: the captain's once-cold heart. The one who once told her she didn't belong there, now bows in respect and fascination for China's savior, and princess.
"You have all of my gratitude." His tone is filled with acknowledgment and also a bit apologetic, for his past mistakes that he wishes nothing more but to fix them. He looks at you with pride in his eyes: pride for getting to know such an admirable woman. Pride of having the honor of fighting alongside her. Extending his hand for you to take, he coyly adds. " And my fondness, if you wish to have it."
the whole thing could have been romantic really. your stoic, six foot tall boyfriend sitting beside you on the floor, taking out the seeds on your fruit because you don't like it? how attentive and sweet of him.
except right now, it's anything but that. rin is sitting next to you, plate on the table and a toothpick in hand. all those shuffling you keep hearing, while working on an english essay due next week, was because of him.
now that you look at him, you can't help but gasp in disbelief. your stoic, six footer boyfriend sitting beside you on the floor was picking out the seeds of a strawberry with a toothpick. "what the fuck, rin?"
"take one over there, i'm done with four." he picked up a strawberry and brought it to your face. hesitantly, you take it from him and wow, there's really no seeds left. "four? rin, how long have you been picking out the seeds?"
"for a while now." a while? is it still a 'while' even if it's already been six hours? you don't dare to ask anymore.
"rin, you could've just left the strawberries as is." you sighed, bring your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. rin took your hand, caressing your palm. "but you said you don't like the seeds."
"i know babe. but the strawberry seeds are small enough, you can't really be bothered when eating them." rin lets out the smallest of frowns adorn his face. moving closer, he leaned his body to yours, cheek against your shoulder. your hand continued its ministration with his hair. twisting the strands and smoothing them after.
"does it apply to bananas, too?"
"you've been taking out the seeds of the bananas? is that why you take so long when i ask for one?
"... you said you don't like seeds on your fruits."
Here’s the information on Shidou’s page! A number of things are repeat information from the 1Q1A posts on twitter so I’m starting with the things that are new! As always please forgive me if I make mistakes, please remember that reading manga is just a way for me to retain knowledge after studying! :^)
Birthday: 7 July
Age: 18, 3rd Year Student (Previously he was 17 and a second year student! I would say this is because of the passage of time in the Blue Lock universe, but both Sae and Rin are still the same age, so I think this was changed by the mangaka/author!)
Star Sign: Cancer
Birthplace: Tokyo
Height: 185cm
Blood Type: AB
Team before Blue Lock: Independent player (It seems like he didn’t play for his highschool team)
Dominant foot: Both
Motto: All for the sake of exploding (or all for the sake of an explosion)
Nickname: Exploding Demon
Character Colour: Shocking Pink
Favourite time of the year: Summer “Cus my cells get excited”
**Note, these next two questions were kind of hard for me to put into English. They’re both seeming to ask “You’re happiest/saddest when this happens” but it can also be “You’re happiest/saddest when doing” Based on his answers, I’m going with “You’re happiest when doing” and “You’re saddest when this happens”
You’re happiest when doing: Pass (As in, I believe that he passed on the question and didn’t want to answer.)
You’re sad when this happens: When someone can’t explode (The literal japanese is 爆発しない人間 which would just be non-exploding human. I think he’s saying he’s sad when people can’t make his “heart explode” as he’s stated in the manga before)
Amount of time sleeping: 7 hours
This next question is about the chocolate coated biscuits called “Kinoko (mushroom) no Yama” and “Takenoko (bamboo shoot) no Sato” by Meiji. It’s a fun rivalry to ask do you prefer the mushroom or bamboo shoots.
Kinoko group or Takenoko group?: Takenoko “Form is strong” (For Funsies, Itoshi Rin said he preferred Kinoko! Bitter rivals to the end)
(This next question is an old one from 1Q1A but I thought it was funny to add alongside the previous answer) Least favourite food: Bean Sprouts “Form is poor/weak”
Where do you wash first when bathing: Neck
(This next answer was a bit hard to translate to english as well. I don’t know how to word what he said properly) Thing you cried about recently: At the end of the day, when there is nothingness I’ll cry. (Closer to a literal translation is “At the days end, when it leads to nothing[ness], tears come out.”)
What did you ask for as a Christmas present from Santa: A dimension where Santa disappears
What would you with your last day on Earth: See my future
How would you spend your Holiday: Release myself from everything and become (or do) nothing.
***These were already answered by 1Q1A Twitter series but I will put them here too!
Favourite Pro Player: Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Favourite food: Yukhoe
Favourite movie: A clockwork orange
Favourite manga: Chainsaw Man
Best Subject(s): Physical Ed, Art
Favourite Song: Hide, Pink Spider
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