𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

18+

[isagisbae]

[ballsandbabes]

ok so idk if you've seen or no but this vid of nicki minaj giving a speech after she won an award when she was with Michael b Jordan that "shout out to dontela versace for custom making this outfit and shout out to Michael b Jordan for taking it off of me tonight" bahahah i found that funny so bsc ppl beside him started dapping him up and he was grinning too can i request smth similar with reader x gom + kagami, like their s/o is freaky asf

Dear lovely requestor, I'm so sorry you had to wait so long. Exam week just wore me out q-q. This is also the reason, why it is only Taiga and Aomine. I hope you like it anyway.

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authors note: Y/n = your name// L/n = last name // not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Kagami Taiga x fem!reader // Aomine Daiki x fem!reader

summary: Reader getting a lil to confident for the boys liking, when she accepts her award. See request above!

genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst

word count: 5.2k

___ _ _ _

Daiki Aomine

The sweat ran down your hands and touched the ring you were wearing tonight. A gift from your ‘friend’ Daiki. Actually, he was more than a friend. In your dreams, he would be your boyfriend.

But somehow it never came up, so you never asked. A big mistake. Now you were sitting here, waiting for your first ever award, with a ring on your finger from a man you didn't even certainly knew, if he was yours.

A good start to the evening. But perhaps one had to take risks in life sometimes. And perhaps today was precisely that day.

Daiki could be moody and childish. A disaster on two legs for himself and others. But then he could be so spontaneous, sexy and seductive... you loved that. Just like his witty remarks and his slightly gruff temperament. You fell in love.

___ _ _ _

The spotlight was hotter than you expected. Brighter than expected. If you had to look into the spotlights for a second longer, you would probably go blind. It poured over your shoulders, glinted off the fabric of your gown, and turned the massive hall into a blur of gold and shadow. Applause thundered around you as your name echoed through the speakers.

You’d won. Somehow, you’d actually won.

Who could have guessed at the beginning that you would win an art prize with your manga about basketball in Japanese secondary schools?

You steadied yourself at the podium, heart racing, trying to remember the speech you had practiced in front of your mirror a dozen times.

Near the back of the VIP section, slouched like he’d rather be anywhere else, sat Daiki. Black suit. No tie. Top buttons undone. He looked bored. He also hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He had insisted on accompanying you. Why? You didn't really know yourself. Because he never did things like that.

You thanked your team, your supporters, the people who believed in you before anyone else did. Your voice grew stronger with every word.

And then you caught sight of him again: Aomine leaned back in his chair, one ankle resting on his knee, expression lazy—almost unimpressed. But you knew that look. The slight lift of his brow. The faint smirk playing at his lips.

He was proud. He just wasn’t the type to clap too loudly about it. A mischievous thought sparked in your mind: If he was proud of a girl, not even his, you had to make yourself his girl on your own!

You remembered a joke Aomine used to make in the changing cabin. You inhaled slowly.

“And of course,” you added sweetly into the microphone, “shout out to Maya, who designed this amazing gown just for me to wear tonight…”

The crowd gave a polite cheer. Then you tilted your head slightly, gaze locking onto Aomine.

“And shout out to my boyfriend… for helping me out of it later.”

For half a second, the room went silent. Then it exploded. Whistles. Gasps. Laughter. Cameras whipped toward him.

Aomine blinked.Once.

Then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring straight at you with a look that could’ve melted steel.

He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t flustered. He looked entertained. And dangerously interested.

You finished your speech somehow, legs steady only through sheer willpower.

___ _ _ _

Backstage was chaos—reporters, congratulations, flashes—but you barely processed it before a large hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you gently but firmly aside.

You were pressed against a quiet hallway wall. Aomine stood in front of you, towering, one hand braced above your head.

“You talk real big on stage,” he murmured, voice low and smooth like midnight.

You swallowed, heat rising up your neck, “Did I?”

A slow grin spread across his face,“You just put me on blast in front of half the industry.”

“You didn’t look upset,” you replied, heart pounding.

“’Cause I’m not.” His thumb brushed lightly along your jaw, “Just didn’t expect you to have that kinda mouth on you in public.”

Your heart thudded. Aomine leaned closer, breath warm near your ear. “You sure you wanna make promises like that?” he asked quietly. “I don’t half-ass anything.”

That was him: Confident. Blunt. A little arrogant.

But when it came to you, there was something possessive in the way he held you—not controlling, just certain. Like you were his choice, and he didn’t lose.

You lifted your chin.

“Are you saying you can’t keep up?”

A sharp chuckle left him.

“Keep up?” His eyes darkened. “I’m the only one who can.”

For a moment, the hallway felt too small. Too charged. Then he pulled back just enough to look at you properly, fingers adjusting a loose strand of hair that had fallen over your face.

“You looked good up there,” he said, quieter now. Honest. “Real good.”

The teasing edge faded just slightly.

“And you deserved that win.”

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t flowery. But from Aomine, it meant everything. You smiled softly.

“Thanks for inviting your self and tagging along,” you said.

He scoffed lightly. “Like I’d miss it.”

Then that lazy grin returned, “But we are leaving early.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He slipped his hand into yours, fingers lacing confidently. “You made an announcement. I don’t like disappointing people.”

You laughed as he guided you toward the exit, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the flashing cameras.

Aomine Daiki didn’t care about public opinion.

He cared about winning. And tonight?

You won and scored yourself a boyfriend.

Kagami Taiga

The ballroom lights shimmered like a thousand tiny stars, reflecting off the polished floor as your name echoed through the hall.

You barely registered the applause at first.

All you could see was him.

___ _ _ _

It was such a surreal experience. Less than a year ago, you had met the Wunders. As an exchange student, you didn't always have it easy, but the young people had quickly become like family to you.

And now you were sitting here. In the USA. At the award ceremony for the best young American basketball player. Ryouta joked that it felt like someone had written a fairy tale for Kagami. But actually, it was you who was living the fairy tale. All of this just for him. Kagami Taiga. Your boyfriend. Admittedly, it hadn't been long, but that made it all the more exciting. Kagami admitted once, he could hardly wait to discover what other sides of each other you would find.

Well, sometimes you should be careful what you wish for ;)

___ _ _ _

After the player awards had been presented, the surprise of the evening was about to begin.

Being on the road with the boys was always... well, chaotic. To put it nicely. You had just gathered everyone back together and manoeuvred them to the table when the presenter's voice came on.

"On behalf of the organisers, we have one more prize to award! It's for the best international team integration and the creation of a multinational team. A team from Tokyo did this particularly well. And formed our very own basketball superstar, Kagami Taiga."

Your eyes grew huge, your mouth agape.

Would the Vorpal Swords also receive an award?

This group of emotionally disturbed and easily angered basketball freaks had actually managed to build something magical together: a basketball family.

"We invite Miss Y/n L/n to the stage to accept this award on behalf of the organisation. We greatly appreciate Ms L/n's tremendous commitment to youth sport. Thank you for polishing Taiga Kagami!"

You looked over. At your table near the front sat Taiga, broad shoulders straining slightly against his tailored black suit, crimson hair carefully styled for once. He wasn’t used to events like this—award galas, cameras flashing, people whispering your name with admiration.

“You worked too hard for this,” he’d said. “I’m not missing it.”

Now you stood at the podium, heart pounding, trophy cool against your palm.

You thanked your team, your family, your supporters. The speech you gave was flowing smoothly… until you glanced back at Kagami.

He looked nervous. Proud. Completely out of place and proud—and completely yours.

A sudden spark of mischief lit inside you. You leaned closer to the mic.

“And of course,” you said sweetly, “shout out to the designer who custom-made this dress for tonight…”

A few polite laughs rippled through the crowd.

Then, channeling the bold, playful energy of Nicki Minaj’s iconic award speech—yes, the one where she thanked Donatella Versace and gave a certain shout-out to Michael B. Jordan—you added:

“And shout out to my very handsome date… for helping me out of it later tonight.”

The entire room erupted. The boys spit out their water. Within a few minutes, Midorima had gone from lettuce green to tomato red. He wouldn't be seen in public with you for the next few weeks. That was certain.

Cameras instantly swiveled toward Kagami. For a split second, he froze.

Then—Red. Crimson red. From the tips of his ears to the collar of his shirt.

You had seen Kagami face down national champions without flinching. You had seen him block impossible shots, glare down opponents twice his size.

You had never seen him look this flustered. He shot you a look that was equal parts embarrassed and challenged.

You smiled innocently and finished your speech.

The moment you stepped offstage, he was there. Not storming. Not dragging you away. Just… there.

“You really had to say that?,” he muttered, voice low so only you could hear.

You tilted your head,“What? It was funny.”

“You basically put a spotlight on me.”

“You can handle spotlights,” you teased. “You’re a big deal athlete now, remember?”

He huffed, but there was no real irritation in it. His hand found your waist naturally, grounding, warm.

“You think I won’t follow through now?” he asked quietly.

Your breath hitched—not because the words were explicit, but because of the promise beneath them.

Kagami wasn’t flashy. He wasn’t smooth.

He was sincere. And when he committed to something, he meant it. You leaned closer, fingers brushing the lapel of his suit. “Guess we’ll have to leave before the afterparty gets too crowded,” you murmured.

His eyes darkened—not with anything crude, but with focus. The same look he wore before a game-winning play.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We will.”

As you walked out together, fingers intertwined, the noise of the gala faded behind you.

Tonight wasn’t about the cameras. Or the applause. Or the headlines.

It was about the way his thumb traced slow circles against your hand. The way he opened the car door for you, still slightly pink but smiling. The way his gaze lingered—not on the dress itself, but on you.

And as the city lights blurred past the window, you couldn’t help but think: Kagami winning an award felt amazing. Winning the award yourself felt incredible. But the way Kagami looked at you? That might’ve been your favorite victory of all.

[ballsandbabes]

ok so idk if you've seen or no but this vid of nicki minaj giving a speech after she won an award when she was with Michael b Jordan that "shout out to dontela versace for custom making this outfit and shout out to Michael b Jordan for taking it off of me tonight" bahahah i found that funny so bsc ppl beside him started dapping him up and he was grinning too can i request smth similar with reader x gom + kagami, like their s/o is freaky asf

Dear lovely requestor, I'm so sorry you had to wait so long. Exam week just wore me out q-q. This is also the reason, why it is only Taiga and Aomine. I hope you like it anyway.

___ _ _ _

authors note: Y/n = your name// L/n = last name // not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Kagami Taiga x fem!reader // Aomine Daiki x fem!reader

summary: Reader getting a lil to confident for the boys liking, when she accepts her award. See request above!

genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst

word count: 5.2k

___ _ _ _

Daiki Aomine

The sweat ran down your hands and touched the ring you were wearing tonight. A gift from your ‘friend’ Daiki. Actually, he was more than a friend. In your dreams, he would be your boyfriend.

But somehow it never came up, so you never asked. A big mistake. Now you were sitting here, waiting for your first ever award, with a ring on your finger from a man you didn't even certainly knew, if he was yours.

A good start to the evening. But perhaps one had to take risks in life sometimes. And perhaps today was precisely that day.

Daiki could be moody and childish. A disaster on two legs for himself and others. But then he could be so spontaneous, sexy and seductive... you loved that. Just like his witty remarks and his slightly gruff temperament. You fell in love.

___ _ _ _

The spotlight was hotter than you expected. Brighter than expected. If you had to look into the spotlights for a second longer, you would probably go blind. It poured over your shoulders, glinted off the fabric of your gown, and turned the massive hall into a blur of gold and shadow. Applause thundered around you as your name echoed through the speakers.

You’d won. Somehow, you’d actually won.

Who could have guessed at the beginning that you would win an art prize with your manga about basketball in Japanese secondary schools?

You steadied yourself at the podium, heart racing, trying to remember the speech you had practiced in front of your mirror a dozen times.

Near the back of the VIP section, slouched like he’d rather be anywhere else, sat Daiki. Black suit. No tie. Top buttons undone. He looked bored. He also hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He had insisted on accompanying you. Why? You didn't really know yourself. Because he never did things like that.

You thanked your team, your supporters, the people who believed in you before anyone else did. Your voice grew stronger with every word.

And then you caught sight of him again: Aomine leaned back in his chair, one ankle resting on his knee, expression lazy—almost unimpressed. But you knew that look. The slight lift of his brow. The faint smirk playing at his lips.

He was proud. He just wasn’t the type to clap too loudly about it. A mischievous thought sparked in your mind: If he was proud of a girl, not even his, you had to make yourself his girl on your own!

You remembered a joke Aomine used to make in the changing cabin. You inhaled slowly.

“And of course,” you added sweetly into the microphone, “shout out to Maya, who designed this amazing gown just for me to wear tonight…”

The crowd gave a polite cheer. Then you tilted your head slightly, gaze locking onto Aomine.

“And shout out to my boyfriend… for helping me out of it later.”

For half a second, the room went silent. Then it exploded. Whistles. Gasps. Laughter. Cameras whipped toward him.

Aomine blinked.Once.

Then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring straight at you with a look that could’ve melted steel.

He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t flustered. He looked entertained. And dangerously interested.

You finished your speech somehow, legs steady only through sheer willpower.

___ _ _ _

Backstage was chaos—reporters, congratulations, flashes—but you barely processed it before a large hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you gently but firmly aside.

You were pressed against a quiet hallway wall. Aomine stood in front of you, towering, one hand braced above your head.

“You talk real big on stage,” he murmured, voice low and smooth like midnight.

You swallowed, heat rising up your neck, “Did I?”

A slow grin spread across his face,“You just put me on blast in front of half the industry.”

“You didn’t look upset,” you replied, heart pounding.

“’Cause I’m not.” His thumb brushed lightly along your jaw, “Just didn’t expect you to have that kinda mouth on you in public.”

Your heart thudded. Aomine leaned closer, breath warm near your ear. “You sure you wanna make promises like that?” he asked quietly. “I don’t half-ass anything.”

That was him: Confident. Blunt. A little arrogant.

But when it came to you, there was something possessive in the way he held you—not controlling, just certain. Like you were his choice, and he didn’t lose.

You lifted your chin.

“Are you saying you can’t keep up?”

A sharp chuckle left him.

“Keep up?” His eyes darkened. “I’m the only one who can.”

For a moment, the hallway felt too small. Too charged. Then he pulled back just enough to look at you properly, fingers adjusting a loose strand of hair that had fallen over your face.

“You looked good up there,” he said, quieter now. Honest. “Real good.”

The teasing edge faded just slightly.

“And you deserved that win.”

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t flowery. But from Aomine, it meant everything. You smiled softly.

“Thanks for inviting your self and tagging along,” you said.

He scoffed lightly. “Like I’d miss it.”

Then that lazy grin returned, “But we are leaving early.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He slipped his hand into yours, fingers lacing confidently. “You made an announcement. I don’t like disappointing people.”

You laughed as he guided you toward the exit, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the flashing cameras.

Aomine Daiki didn’t care about public opinion.

He cared about winning. And tonight?

You won and scored yourself a boyfriend.

Kagami Taiga

The ballroom lights shimmered like a thousand tiny stars, reflecting off the polished floor as your name echoed through the hall.

You barely registered the applause at first.

All you could see was him.

___ _ _ _

It was such a surreal experience. Less than a year ago, you had met the Wunders. As an exchange student, you didn't always have it easy, but the young people had quickly become like family to you.

And now you were sitting here. In the USA. At the award ceremony for the best young American basketball player. Ryouta joked that it felt like someone had written a fairy tale for Kagami. But actually, it was you who was living the fairy tale. All of this just for him. Kagami Taiga. Your boyfriend. Admittedly, it hadn't been long, but that made it all the more exciting. Kagami admitted once, he could hardly wait to discover what other sides of each other you would find.

Well, sometimes you should be careful what you wish for ;)

___ _ _ _

After the player awards had been presented, the surprise of the evening was about to begin.

Being on the road with the boys was always... well, chaotic. To put it nicely. You had just gathered everyone back together and manoeuvred them to the table when the presenter's voice came on.

"On behalf of the organisers, we have one more prize to award! It's for the best international team integration and the creation of a multinational team. A team from Tokyo did this particularly well. And formed our very own basketball superstar, Kagami Taiga."

Your eyes grew huge, your mouth agape.

Would the Vorpal Swords also receive an award?

This group of emotionally disturbed and easily angered basketball freaks had actually managed to build something magical together: a basketball family.

"We invite Miss Y/n L/n to the stage to accept this award on behalf of the organisation. We greatly appreciate Ms L/n's tremendous commitment to youth sport. Thank you for polishing Taiga Kagami!"

You looked over. At your table near the front sat Taiga, broad shoulders straining slightly against his tailored black suit, crimson hair carefully styled for once. He wasn’t used to events like this—award galas, cameras flashing, people whispering your name with admiration.

“You worked too hard for this,” he’d said. “I’m not missing it.”

Now you stood at the podium, heart pounding, trophy cool against your palm.

You thanked your team, your family, your supporters. The speech you gave was flowing smoothly… until you glanced back at Kagami.

He looked nervous. Proud. Completely out of place and proud—and completely yours.

A sudden spark of mischief lit inside you. You leaned closer to the mic.

“And of course,” you said sweetly, “shout out to the designer who custom-made this dress for tonight…”

A few polite laughs rippled through the crowd.

Then, channeling the bold, playful energy of Nicki Minaj’s iconic award speech—yes, the one where she thanked Donatella Versace and gave a certain shout-out to Michael B. Jordan—you added:

“And shout out to my very handsome date… for helping me out of it later tonight.”

The entire room erupted. The boys spit out their water. Within a few minutes, Midorima had gone from lettuce green to tomato red. He wouldn't be seen in public with you for the next few weeks. That was certain.

Cameras instantly swiveled toward Kagami. For a split second, he froze.

Then—Red. Crimson red. From the tips of his ears to the collar of his shirt.

You had seen Kagami face down national champions without flinching. You had seen him block impossible shots, glare down opponents twice his size.

You had never seen him look this flustered. He shot you a look that was equal parts embarrassed and challenged.

You smiled innocently and finished your speech.

The moment you stepped offstage, he was there. Not storming. Not dragging you away. Just… there.

“You really had to say that?,” he muttered, voice low so only you could hear.

You tilted your head,“What? It was funny.”

“You basically put a spotlight on me.”

“You can handle spotlights,” you teased. “You’re a big deal athlete now, remember?”

He huffed, but there was no real irritation in it. His hand found your waist naturally, grounding, warm.

“You think I won’t follow through now?” he asked quietly.

Your breath hitched—not because the words were explicit, but because of the promise beneath them.

Kagami wasn’t flashy. He wasn’t smooth.

He was sincere. And when he committed to something, he meant it. You leaned closer, fingers brushing the lapel of his suit. “Guess we’ll have to leave before the afterparty gets too crowded,” you murmured.

His eyes darkened—not with anything crude, but with focus. The same look he wore before a game-winning play.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We will.”

As you walked out together, fingers intertwined, the noise of the gala faded behind you.

Tonight wasn’t about the cameras. Or the applause. Or the headlines.

It was about the way his thumb traced slow circles against your hand. The way he opened the car door for you, still slightly pink but smiling. The way his gaze lingered—not on the dress itself, but on you.

And as the city lights blurred past the window, you couldn’t help but think: Kagami winning an award felt amazing. Winning the award yourself felt incredible. But the way Kagami looked at you? That might’ve been your favorite victory of all.

[kxsagi]

Spiderman Isagi 🤤

could write a whole series about him 🤤

[isagisbae]

BOOMSHAKALAKA

[bloodmoonmistress]

“Where the Julian Loki fans at”

HES JUST MY TYPE UGHHHH I NEED A GUY LIKE HIM IN MY LIFE

Imagine Julian Loki purring “mon amour” in your ears with his thick accent O HELL NAW IM FOLDING INSTANTLY

[isagisbae]

JULIAN LOLI FAN IN THIS ECONOMY???? I THOUGHT ONLY 3 FANS WERE THERE (INCLUDING ME)

[isagisbae]

We're finally having them backkkkk!!!!!

[isagisbae]

[isagisbae]

[slutsenpai]

omg I've been exploring through ur content lately and i really like the way u write can i request angst of bllk boys where their s/o died especially (itoshi brothers, karasu,chigiri,kaiser) and whatever u like

love your work 😭😭♥️

hiiii omg thank u :3 I’m not caught up in the manga so I don’t know much about michael, and I don’t remember much about karasu so I’ll write rin, sae, chigiri, and reo if that’s okay ! I like the idea of angst for reo because he has no chill lol. and full disclosure I don’t have much experience writing angst but I’ll try my best !

ブルーロック ⊹˚˖୧ without you ◞♡ itoshi sae, chigiri hyōma, itoshi rin, mikage reo

blue lock boys and how they deal with losing you

tw : death, angst, grief, substance abuse

— THOSE WHO MOVE ON.

⊹˚˖୧ sae

his personality doesn't change much at first, but he becomes even more cold and distant as the months go on. it starts to concern his friends, family, and teammates, but he refuses anyone's help for years until it starts to really impact his soccer career.

he becomes even more difficult for teams to work with. he's lucky that his soccer skill outweighs the impact of his professional relationships.

and not to get too sad but you asked for angst, so ... I feel like sae would be the most likely of these four to turn to substances after his s/o dies. he's too conceited to admit that he needs help, but he needs the distraction.

constantly goes through photos and videos of you, but usually stops when he gets to the point of tears.

alcoholism and being a world-class athlete don't really mix well, and it takes teammates, coaches, management, and therapy for him to recover.

he's overall just a bit more reckless now; he worries about his future mostly for the money, yeah, but he doesn't have anyone to take care of now, so he doesn't really give a fuck what happens to himself.

drinking, partying, lovers, some betting and gambling here and there.

sometime in his thirties, he eventually settles down with someone else but it's not the same, of course it's not. it's mostly just for public appearances and how fucking lonely he is, anything to fill that void. the emotions aren't as intense, the conversations aren't as meaningful, and the sex is nowhere near as good. it's just not you.

however, he realized that he needed to start getting his life together again. he still thinks about you daily, and the heartache never goes away completely.

sae visits your grave about every half year, and always on your birthday.

⊹˚˖୧ hyōma

he isolated himself at first but eventually opened up to his close friends. he took a lot of time off from professional soccer, the most out of the four on this list.

heartbroken would be an understatement. every aspect of his life just feels wrong without you. eating, sleeping, grocery shopping, attending events ... it all just feels off.

I’ll be honest, he cries a lot. he isn’t ashamed about it, though. he’s trying to work through his emotions and knows that he eventually needs to get help once he’s ready.

he starts to rely on his friends and goes to therapy, which he wasn't used to; but he knows that it's what you would want for him.

his friends and family don’t avoid talking about you and you’re not a “touchy subject.” chigiri encourages them to think about you and reminisce on all of the memories. you’ll always be a part of him.

he does end up dating someone new, but he really has to force himself. his mother and sister were so worried about him, and he's trying to move on to ease their concern.

still wears your wedding ring for almost two years. the new girlfriend is not happy about it, but when she brings it up, chigiri snaps.

“what, so insecure that you’re jealous over someone who's dead?”

it causes an argument, but he ends up putting it in the safe a few months later, mostly so people don’t assume he’s married to his current girl. she stays with him for the money, but he never proposes.

hyōma visits your grave every week at first, so he can talk to you and be alone. as he starts to heal, it's about every four months going forward.

— THOSE WHO CAN’T MOVE ON.

⊹˚˖୧ rin

he ends up being completely listless and closes himself off even more from people than he was already. he never stopped wearing his wedding ring.

rin is enough of a loner as is. when he finally found you, he knew that there could be no one else for him. it would be impossible for him to move on.

his family is worried about him, but he's always been this way, really. they're not going to push him to start another relationship.

he relies on soccer and working out to distract himself. constantly blaring music through his headphones so he can't think, working himself to exhaustion every single day. no breaks, no women.

being exhausted and always wanting to sleep usually backfires though, because he almost always dreams about you. usually nightmares because of how much he misses you, but he feels so relieved and content when he has a nice dream.

as the years go on, the nightmares subside and the good dreams are much more frequent.

rin visits your grave about every month or two, depending on how he's feeling and what his soccer schedule is like. always excited to share his achievements with you, and he can still imagine just what your voice sounded like and how proud you would be.

⊹˚˖୧ reo

losing you completely devastated his life. he moved in with nagi after it happened; you were the one thing that was more important to him than his best friend, and now you were gone. and nothing could undo it.

he kept all of your belongings at his house, except anything that your family wanted. he couldn't bring himself to get rid of anything. he brought some of your jewelry, books, perfumes, and plushies to nagi's place. reo's own home now sits cold and unlived.

I kinda feel like he would slut himself out in an attempt to ease his pain. he was lonely, vulnerable, and attractive. he would fuck friends, acquaintances, randoms — some of which he didn't even know their names.

reo still wore his wedding ring except on nights that he was looking for hookups. even when he did have it on, it's not like that stopped most people who were trying to get close to him for his money, anyway.

nagi would try his best to support reo, but they were both pretty awful at communicating their emotions. reo relied on nagi to a toxic extent, becoming even more possessive over his friend now that he didn't have you to care for.

on really bad nights, he'll cuddle up with nagi and cry into his chest for hours, even years after losing you. luckily reo doesn’t drink often, or these nights would be even worse.

reo visits your grave for most holidays or whenever he’s feeling lonely, always making sure that you have a fresh and pretty bouquet that reflects the seasons.

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notes. thank u for the request, nonnie! I hope that u like it :) likes, reblogs & comments much appreciated!◞♡ do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my writing anywhere for any reason.

[eclipixels]

😭 hey i read your isagi works and found it quite humorous if u dont mind can i request smth like if u have seen horimiya s1 u saw how hori was into miyamura becoming rude towards her and she liked it lol kinda weird but like can u pls make smth like that but with the soft characters like isagi, bachira, yukimiya (my bae could never but pls include him) and kunigami plsssssssss

Pathetic

Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Kenyu Yukimiya, Rensuke Kunigami

Content: How they react to overhearing you on the phone saying, “He is sweet, so sweet. But I don’t know, sometimes when he gets a little mean, it’s kinda hot”

Warning: Slight masochism, ooc

Isagi

      His face flushed with heat as he absorbed your words. He knew you relished those moments when he took control and was a little mean. Did you crave even more of that commanding presence? It seemed like there was no harm in exploring further.

      That very day marked the beginning of a gentle experiment. The two of you were nestled on the couch, absorbed in a lively session of FIFA 23. You found yourself underperforming spectacularly, selling so much so that you began to wonder what was happening to your usual skills. Embarrassment crept in as you noticed your consistently poor performance.

      "Y/n, why do you actually suck at this?" he deadpanned.

      "Huh?" you responded, caught off guard by the blunt remark.

      "A potato can play this better," he added with a casual shrug, his honesty cutting through the playful banter.

      "Babe, what the hell," you muttered, a mix of frustration and amusement in your tone.

      "I'm just being honest," he insisted, his expression unrepentant yet mischievous.

      A curious flutter stirred in your stomach.

      Later in the day, he called out to you, inviting you to join him for an activity. Feeling a bit languid, you initially dismissed his call, silently daring him to maintain that teasing attitude.

      "Y/n, don't make me come over," he said, his voice laced with both challenge and amusement. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his persistent frustration. You heard his footsteps as he came to where you were.

      "The fuck is wrong with you? Don't you hear me calling for you?" he barked, his gaze sharp and tinged with anger. You fell silent under his intense stare. With a shake of his head, he strode over and, without warning, manhandled you back to the bedroom with a firm grip.

      "Brat," he muttered, a mixture of exasperation and affection in his tone. “Listen and do as you're told," He growled, and you couldn’t help the squeal you let out as he threw you onto the bed.

      “Make me, pretty boy.” You teased, hoping he’d take it further and he was about to, but he faltered once he saw your happy cute face. How could he be mean to that?

      “Noooo, come back.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him in.

      “I feel bad.” He slouched onto you, hiding his face in your chest. He couldn’t keep it up for even a day.

Bachira

      Bachira had always been a little devil in his own right—a whirlwind of playful mischief and irreverence—but when it came to you, he softened into something entirely different. To him, you were his cherished honey bee, the one soul who had managed to capture his elusive heart. In a world that seldom understood him, you were the singular beacon of warmth and acceptance in his life.

      Every afternoon, you would watch him practice, your eyes filled with admiration and a longing to be a part of his world. Slowly, Bachira began to teach you the subtleties of the game. The art of a well-timed pass, the perfect angle for a shot, and the dance of footwork that made him seem almost untouchable. Though you improved with every lesson, you never quite reached his effortless level of mastery.

      Bachira was not one to wound feelings or cast harsh words at you for it, though. So when he overheard snippets of your conversation with a friend, confusion crept into his usually confident demeanor. How could someone ever enjoy being treated unkindly? After all, he had experienced his own share of judgment and odd looks from those who failed to see beyond the surface. The thought of inflicting that same cold treatment on you, his precious honey bee, was unthinkable.

      “Meg, can you teach me?” You asked, walking up to him as he was dribbling on the field.

      “Sure, hun.” He smiled. Okay he was already failing at this, but how could he resist you when you asked so sweetly?

      "Come on, I know you can do better than that," he said, watching as you missed the mark with your kick.

      "I don't know, Meguru," you muttered, frowning.

      "Pathetic," he remarked, and you shot him a surprised look. Wait, why did that kinda…?

      "I know you can do better, so stop acting like you can't," he added, his frown deepening.

      You adjusted your footwork, trying again with a more precise angle.

      "Again," he said, his tone firm. You raised an eyebrow, confused. "Don’t make me repeat myself, wasp."

      You nodded, following his lead, though a strange feeling tugged at his chest. He couldn't deny that part of him enjoyed pushing you, even if the other part felt a twinge of guilt. His monster ego versus his guilty conscience.

      That wasn’t all, though.

      As you strolled casually past him later that day, his hand darted out unexpectedly. He slapped you. On your ass, of course. He thought it was the most fitting spot for such an unconventional gesture. The sound echoed softly in the space between you, and you yelped in surprise. Spinning around, your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and undeniable delight, your cheeks blooming into a blush.

      Bachira, ever perceptive, studied your reaction. In that split second, as your surprise melted into a spark of excitement, his signature grin began to spread across his face.

      “Meg…” you whispered, your voice a blend of desire and joy.

      He tilted his head with a playful arch of his brow. “Yes, hun?” he replied, his tone light yet loaded with an unspoken promise.

      “That was hot,” you confessed.

Yukimiya

      Yukimiya had always been the calm and collected one. He had overheard your phone call earlier with your friend and wasn’t planning to do anything about it. But tonight, he was in a mood, one that didn't quite align with his usual demeanor. You could tell by the way he was glaring at you across the room. So, he didn’t quite feel as bad as he would’ve for the way he was about to treat you.

      It started innocently enough, with you attempting to cheer him up with some snacks from the convenient store. You set the bag down in front of him.

      "What’s this?"

      Your heart sank a little, but you bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "I... I thought you'd like it."

      “I do, but I was kind of expecting a meal.” Yukimiya muttered, shoving the bag aside. He stood up, towering over you, his gaze hard and unfeeling.

      You shivered at the sting in his words, feeling a rush of excitement flood through you. You knew what kind of mood he was in now—he was in one of his dominant, mean-spirited phases. And, much to your surprise, it made your heart race.

      "Kenyu..." you whispered, unable to suppress the thrill coursing through your veins.

      "What?" His voice was cold, and his eyes were sharp as he glared at you.

      "You’re not mad at me, are you?" you asked softly, your voice shaking with anticipation.

      “No, I just–” He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples before continuing, “I’m frustrated.”

      “Can I help?” You looked up at him all innocently.

      “I just wanna be left alone.” He grumbled.

      “Are you sure? I can make you—”

      “Did you not hear what I said?” He raised his voice a little, surprising you both. He was about to apologize but he saw the look on your face. You were liking this?

      You swallowed hard, but your pulse quickened. The more he acted like this, the more your body responded. You were into it, the way he could reduce you to nothing more than a trembling mess with just his words, the way he could make you feel both desperate and satisfied at the same time.

      Yukimiya froze, his breath catching in his chest as the reality of the moment hit him. What was he doing? His gaze softened, as he realized what this was between you two. He exhaled slowly.

      “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked at you, regret written across his face.

      “No, no, it’s fine, Kenyu,” you reassured him, stepping closer. “Really. You can take your frustration out on me if you need to.”

      He blinked, clearly caught off guard by your response. “A-are you sure?” His eyes flickered between uncertainty and something deeper, something darker. He hadn’t really thought about that as an option.

      You nodded, a soft smile curving your lips as you met his gaze. “I’m sure. I want you to. Just... let go. Whatever you're feeling, take it out on me.”

      Kenyu took a step forward, his hand lifting as if to touch you, but he hesitated again. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.

      “You won’t,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the thrill running through your veins. “I trust you.”

      He let out a shaky breath, clearly struggling with the conflict inside him. After a long pause, his eyes darkened with something unreadable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he gently gripped your wrist, pulling you toward him.

      “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered

Kunigami

      Rensuke Kunigami was a man of discipline. He didn’t believe in playing games, and he definitely didn’t waste time on things that didn’t serve a purpose. So when he overheard you on the phone, he didn’t overthink it.

      If that’s what you wanted, he’d deliver.

      But he wasn’t going to fake it, and he definitely wasn’t going to coddle you afterward. Kunigami didn’t do things halfway.

      The shift in his behavior was subtle at first. You noticed it when you were out together, when he stopped softening his words for you.

      “Y/n, stop dragging your feet,” he muttered one afternoon as you strolled beside him, struggling to keep up with his pace.

      “I’m not dragging my feet,” you shot back, slightly out of breath.

      Kunigami barely spared you a glance. “Then why are you so damn slow?”

      Your stomach fluttered at the bluntness of his tone. He had never spoken to you like that before. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to grin.

      Later, at home, it escalated. You were sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through your phone while he stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest.

      “You’re wasting time,” he said flatly.

      You blinked up at him. “What?”

      “I’ve been calling you for the last five minutes. Get up.”

      You hesitated, testing the waters. “Or what?”

      Kunigami exhaled through his nose, then strode over to where you lay. Without another word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you upright with zero effort, dragging you toward the bedroom.

      "Hey!" you yelped, but the rush of excitement shot through you before you could think twice about it.

      He didn’t slow down. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he said simply, his grip firm but controlled. “Next time, move when I tell you to.”

      Your heart was racing now, and you didn’t fight him. You liked this side of him. Kunigami had always been intense, but he had never turned that intensity on you. And now that he had, you felt like you were standing too close to a flame, burning up in the best way possible.

      “M’sorry, Ren.” You responded, and Kunigami melted at your look. Did he go too far?

      Kunigami studied you for a moment, his sharp golden eyes taking in every detail. The way your breath hitched, the way you looked up at him, expectant and eager. He exhaled through his nose again, shaking his head slightly. All of his guilt washed away from your reaction.

      “Yeah whatever. Shut up and do as you’re told.”

      And who were you to disobey?

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୨ৎ Let me do your makeup, love!

when you’re too sleepy in the morning to do your makeup.. so your boyfriend helps you do it instead!

featuring! Itoshi Rin x female reader. Pure fluff!!

a/n : my first work.. I hope you guys enjoyy :3 sorry if it’s short I get bored of writing really fast ;(

notes : afab!reader, mxf, NOT PROOFREAD, rushed!

“Why’re you still in bed?” Rin narrowed his eyes at you as he examined your current situation, — messed up, still sprawled on the bed and hugging that stuffed bear he had won for you at the arcade last Saturday.

The alarm clock on your bedside table flashed 11:57am. You had overslept. You groaned, flipping over and slowly sitting up as if it was a pain to do so.

You knew that you and Rin always went out together on a Saturday, except today, your limbs were giving you a hard time, and you really didn’t want to get up at the moment.

“I’m too tired.” You whined, rubbing your eyes to focus on your vision. “Let’s stay home today,” you mumble after yawning.

“Too tired?” He scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you. But it didn’t take long before he sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, as if complying to you.

“Come on, I’ll help you get ready.” He mutters, reaching his hand over to your face to brush away a few strands of your hair messily framing your face. You grumbled and whined in mumbled complaints as he hooked you up into his embrace, carrying you to the bathroom.

—

“What are you doing?” You let out a sleepy chuckle as he applied foundation over your face with a makeup sponge. His phone was playing one of those makeup tutorials on YouTube as he followed the steps precisely.

“Doing your makeup.” He huffed, setting the sponge down and lifting your chin to observe how well he did.

When he let out a grunt of approval, he pressed play on his phone, watching intently once again. You smiled faintly at his determined expression.

“Awh, are you my personal makeup artist now, Rinnie?” You teased, poking at him for a reaction. His lips curved into a slight frown as he shot you a small glare, before pausing the video again.

“This is only a one-time thing.” He mutters, before scanning all your makeup items and eventually finding some concealer. As he dabs some over your blemishes, you give him a teasing grin.

You hum a playful tune, letting him follow the instructions on the YouTube video playing on his phone. He seemed too intent to make sure your makeup looks flawless, so you didn’t bother ruining his focus as he did your makeup.

Once he was done, he clawed the top of your head and turned your head to face the mirror. It was an hour later, which was longer than you usually took. But considering it was his first time, you shrugged it off. At least he didn’t create a monstrosity on your face.

Well, he was the Rin Itoshi. Your boyfriend who was precise and detail-oriented. You figured he would’ve probably freaked out if he messed something up anyways, — even if he didn’t show it on his face.

You beamed at your own reflection, before catching his nervous expression from the corner of your eyes.

“You did so well, Rinnie. You should do my makeup more. Maybe when I’m sleepy in the mornings, mhm?” You smile, turning around to give him a small peck on his lips.

“Whatever. It’s nothing.” He huffs. Though, you giggled at the light shade of pink dusting his cheeks as he turned his head to the side.

after notes! : HII! I hope you enjoyed this one. I got this idea from a instagram reel where the girl was letting her boyfriend do her makeup because she was too sleepy… and I was like, bye, this is literally me. (Except I have no boyfriend 😭)

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Isagi Yoichi

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NEW SK8 OVA PV

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