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[begin PT: Green and Blue Dividers. Sizing Varies. Made by me. Reblog to use. Do not repost. Consists of 5 dividers. Consider joining Cyber Cure (link).
Heh...What if I wrote an angsty timeskip Hinata fic and a brother reader who struggles to cope with missing Hinata? The reader feels guilty about the selfish thoughts that sometimes cross his mind, such as "he should have stayed" or "maybe I could have convinced him to stay." So, the reader begins writing letters to Shoyo, pouring out his heart, but he never sends them. Instead, he keeps the letters hidden.
Then, when Hinata finally goes back to Japan, their reunion is awkward. Reader is so emotionally stunned that all he can do is gape at his brother, who know looks totally different. Reader doesn't know how to speak to Hinata, meanwhile it comes naturally to Natsu, making reader feel jealous.
It will probably have a happy ending bc i can't write hurt/no comfort (´；ω；`)
What would happen if I were to pull on Charles' little ahoge? Would it hurt? If it did he would probably freeze in place like one of those cartoons and then go "YEEOWWCH!!" or something... ahem anyway :3
no notable warnings. gn!reader. fluff. second person pov.
note : first post !! i kind of repeat myself im ngl but it's okay probably. also no j because i couldn't think of anything sillying
a is for activities (what does he do in his free time with you?) :
isagi is somewhat of a simpleton. his life is eat, sleep, soccer so the things he does with you reflect that. if you feel like switching it up, you’ll have to tell him directly.
when he does have free time with you, quiet cozy days in or spontaneous brunches on the weekends are his go-tos. they’re simple, yes, but with yoichi, less is always more. he isn’t the type of person to find value in super extravagant outings and in his mind, the memories that ring loudest are the mundane things that no one else seems to remember. so even though his heart aches when you don’t recall the late night conversations when he fell in love with you for the first time, isagi doesn’t mind. the warm winter naps and simple mornings over not-very-luxurious breakfasts may melt like snowflakes in your memory but as long as you’re content in that moment, it’s all he could ask for.
b is for beauty (what does he find most beautiful in a partner? what is his favorite part, inside and out?):
the simple answer that yoichi says is someone with a nice smile and laughs a lot. the real answer is a bit more complicated.
as someone who has observed and analyzed his whole life, he’s noticed the kind of glow joy seems to have on people. from the small perk of the shoulders to laughing so hard you feel like throwing up—this phenomena sings to isagi. the existence of real, visible, audible emotion.
when he’s on the pitch with his teammates there’s a fire in every one of their eyes—all-consuming like the sun. it’s that light that pulled him into blue lock in the first place. the joy of victory, of evolution and change. seeing all of these emotions on someone’s face is yoichi’s favorite thing about human connection and he treasures it with his life.
(and he likes thighs too, i guess.)
c is for comfort (how does he help his s/o when they’re sad or overwhelmed?):
it’s a nice surprise that isagi’s soccer awareness translates well into relationships. he can assess your state immediately and run to your side and comfort you with verbal affirmations. his words are so real and from the depths of his soul, it’d almost be an insult to call them sweet nothings.
yoichi’s feelings come out as easy as gentle wind upon autumn leaves, even philosophical at times. if you weren’t overwhelmed by your own emotions, you’d be racking your brain a bit trying to figure out his. it gets theoretical to the point where it flies over your head but that’s how you know it’s genuine. no matter how he layers his words, his intentions remain clear. “it is a privilege learning to understand you.”
d is for dreams (how do they picture a future with their s/o?):
before isagi got with you, he had never imagined being in a relationship. not like he didn’t want one but it just slipped his mind. his first love is soccer, through and through. he thought he never needed anything else.
still, his vision has always been simple. win the world cup, become the greatest striker in the world, and now you’re there too. when you’re with such a simpleton, he’ll always have space for you in his future and now that he’s got you, you’re never leaving.
e is for equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or passive?):
as much as i want to be self-indulgent and say that isagi would be submissive, i think he leans towards being dominant in a relationship.
perhaps before blue lock, when he was unsure of his ideals, he’d follow his partner with no question. but that’s not the person he wants to be. now that blue lock has reassured the things he’s been thinking for years, he likes being in control, leading, and making decisions. he doesn’t disrespect you or dismiss you, of course, but yoichi feels most secure when he voices his opinions freely and decides things for himself. yoichi can lose sight of you at times because of this so your relationship might have to be negotiated to be more equal but in a way where he doesn’t have to compromise his values.
f is for fight (how does he argue? how do you work through your problems?):
while isagi is good at voicing his thoughts, he’s a little too good. his thoughtful words and passionate soccer theories can quickly turn into paralyzing venom when he’s angry and it comes out in hyper-specific insults that pierce some of your deepest insecurities. fights happen infrequently but when they’re bad, they’re bad. he’s not so stubborn that he’ll drag on a fight but he says things so out of turn, it leaves you needing space.
recovering after these arguments takes a lot of time and talking and trying your hardest to understand each other. it’s hard to make sense of everything isagi is thinking because he thinks so much, but know, after all is said and done, he wants you two to come out of these fights stronger.
gentle (how gentle is he, physically or emotionally?):
as good as he is with his words, isagi doesn’t really know much about physical affection. he’s gentle the way a child takes care of a pet or baby, cautious and a bit eager. you can feel his nerves travel up your spine as he hesitantly puts a hand on the small of your back to hold you. though awkward, it just makes it even more endearing.
h is for honesty (what’s something he keeps secret? any rules for honesty?):
isagi doesn’t have any specific rules when it comes to honesty. obviously, he wants you to trust him but if there’s something you want to keep to yourself, it’s fine with him and he’ll do the same.
i is for inspiration (a trait about him that you might look up to):
how much he thinks. isagi’s mind is an endlessly growing puzzle—a garden of ideas and theories he’s been nurturing like he’s been at it for fifty years. you watch him in awe as he sits studying a match, eyes slightly squinted and nose all scrunched up. yoichi’s constantly redefining and reorganizing his thoughts and you can’t help but giggle when you say something random and he perks up with what you’re sure is a fresh idea. his drive is a beacon not just for his rivals but for you as well.
k is for kiss (what was the first kiss like?):
i imagine your first kiss is after a match. isagi has shot the winning goal and both of you are full of excitement and adrenaline you don’t realize what you’re doing. after swimming past all of his teammates surrounding him and seeing you in the front stands, he’s so overwhelmed he pulls you in for a kiss. it’s warm, exceedingly so, and a little awkward, noses softly bumping against each other. yoichi’s hair is somewhat stringy from his sweat while his face glistens under the stadium lights as you realize what has just happened.
truth be told, he’d been stressing himself out wanting to kiss you and he revealed he’d have rather done it in a smaller, more secluded place but his red cheeks while he bashfully explains himself is too cute that you go in for another peck between his brows.
hii new moot !!! i definitely did not stalk your page and jump for joy realizing you write lots of platonic content giggldsasd i also love your theme so muchh
hihiii mootie!! My blog is mostly focused on platonic content and once in a blue moon I'll post something romantic :3
AND TYY <33 you seem like a very funny person and feel free to stalk my page anytime !! (Might just do the same I say as I slowly click on your page)
𝒞ARE (.n) ꒰৯ ໒꒱ ━━ " the process of protecting someone or something and providing what that person or thing needs " wc: 373
── .✦ 𝒴our brothers are idiots. You know that very well, they get into scuffles almost daily and can never stop bickering. Every time you walk into their room they're already arguing about who knows what. Despite all of this, you know that they care about each other, you suppose that throwing insults at the other is their love language.
They care for each other, and they care for you too. Whenever you feel like your world is falling apart, they always know how to make you smile. Atsumu's hair ruffles might be annoying, but they bring you back to reality when you start to spiral and remind you that you’re not alone. Osamu’s rare home-cooked meals provide warmth and serve as a reminder that even when you don’t see it, there will always be someone who is concerned for your well-being.
Yes, your brothers may be idiots, but it didn't matter to you.
↳ Soft snores escaped your slightly open mouth as you gripped the soft blanket in your closed fist. Your eyes were puffy and red, and drying tear tracks shone under the dim light of a lamp. A calloused hand stroked your head, the same one that lulled you to sleep not too long ago. "Geez, they fell asleep pretty fast." Atsumu hummed with an amused grin, propping his arm on the plush bed as he lay on his stomach. Osamu nodded, continuing to provide you with comfort, even if you were asleep.
"They must have been exhausted." The grey-haired twin uttered, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your tear-stained face. Atsumu picked up on his twin's gaze, "D'ya think it was someone?" His face turned serious. Osamu only shook his head. It was a possibility, but they would have found out by now if someone was making fun of you.
The fake blond only raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "We can ask when they wake up if it makes you feel better." Osamu huffed at his twin's judgemental stare, giving him a deadpan in retaliation. Atsumu nodded and turned to lay on his back, perhaps he could also take a nap in the meantime. Osamu rolled his eyes at the other, but he didn't mind looking over his siblings.
── .✦ 𝒴ou run your hands through his short blond hair as his face snuggled into your shoulder. It wasn't often that the rambunctious boy settled down and laid so still. However, you weren't complaining. Not when he held you so tenderly and pressed playful pecks on your cheek every few minutes. Charles' warmth shielded you from the frigid air of winter, giving you another reason to love him.
Yes, you love Charles Chevalier. You huff fondly as the aforementioned boy tightens his arms around you and you let yourself drown in the moment.
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𝒞harles thinks that you're beautiful.
Like an angel on top of a Christmas tree, capturing everyone's attention and shining so brightly. The way you care for him makes him feel fuzzy and warm, resulting in him having an image of you constantly in his mind. The blond loved having your attention on him and now that he was holding you in his arms, he couldn't be more grateful that you couldn't see his face as it flushed red. The gentle caresses of your fingers threading through his hair lulled him into a calm state. His arms tightened their hold around you, wanting to feel more of you.
The soft breath that escaped you made his heart stop. Were you annoyed? Although his mind seemed to say so, the fingers that continued to mess with his hair said otherwise. Charles grinned.
ARDOR (.n) ꒰৯ ໒꒱ ━━ stop making me have gay thoughts mikage reo!! I look at you and I feel WEIRD! /ref , just some bf reo thoughts/hcs :3 ,, suggestive? , no mention of pronouns but reader is intended to be male ,, nicknames "pretty boy" & "dearest" are used , might be ooc. totally wasn't giggling and kicking my feet while writing this ( ˆ𐃷ˆ) ‼️
wc: 464
great warmth of feeling; fervor; passion.
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── .✦ Mikage Reo is a passionate man, and it’s evident to everyone when he plays on the field. While he doesn't have many things he considers a passion, kissing you is one of them. Each time his lips press against yours, it conveys the depth of his love for you. His favorite moment is when he pulls away from a kiss to see your flushed expression. More often than not, your hair ends up tousled from where he grips the back of your head, and your lower lip is slightly tinged red from where he playfully bit it. He lets out a breathy chuckle at your state, his eyes gleaming with a passion reserved only for you. In retaliation to his teasing, you pull him back into another kiss, his and your lips clashing with fervor. Reo would hum and let himself indulge in you once more.
── .✦ Reo pays close attention to all your habits, quirks, and pet peeves. He knows exactly how you like your favorite drink from the coffee shop you love and is aware that olives are not your forte. I like to imagine that he keeps a small booklet where he writes down the things you've mentioned wanting, even if it was only in passing. He saves the bigger gifts for special occasions because he knows that you prefer smaller, more sentimental items. It's not that you're against the bigger gifts; it's just that Reo wants to spoil you with them daily, and spending that much money is concerning, even for someone as rich as him. Little did you know that he would buy you the world if you wanted it.
── .✦ What truly enchants him is when you wear the jewelry or outfits he has chosen for you. He loves seeing how his gifts highlight your beauty in ways that take his breath away. The heir feels giddy whenever he sees a necklace he picked out adorning your neck. Reo then pounces on you, showering you with affection, knowing that you belong to him.
↳ Reo's face rests snugly between the junction of your neck and collarbone as he breathes in the scent of your cologne, the one which he got you for your birthday. His cheeks flush with pink when he catches the gleam of gold around your neck. With quivering lips, Reo presses a gentle kiss on your shoulder, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away.
“You look divine, dearest,” the purple-haired boy murmurs lovingly, one of his hands stroking your cheek. You snort, a bright smile breaking out on your face as you lean into the warm hand that holds you tenderly. “You flatter me too much.”
An amused grin replaces Reo's loving expression as he chuckles, “You know I mean every word, pretty boy.”
I wonder how will the reader in the itoshi brothers x male reader view the snow after the fight of his older brothers there
NOYADE ❛ ❁. ━━ (n.) an execution carried out by drowning. / UN.
❛ ⟡. blue lock, itoshi brothers & male reader. platonic. wc: 1.2k
❛ ⟡ ━━ reader sure is going through it!!! , reader isn't into football ,, communication? I barely know her , more alnst world memories ,, reader misses people who he doesn't even remember , some wholesome moments with Rin & Sae at the end ,, reader, Rin and Sae no longer share a room. this surprisingly took a while （；´д｀）ゞ
❝ It's not the room. Not beginning. Not the crowd. Not winning. ❞ 𓂅 not, big thief.
You lay in the cold embrace of the snow, staring at the gray sky in contemplation. Your arms were slack and spread out in a starfish pose, having just finished making a snow angel. You took a deep breath, feeling the frigid air rush into your lungs, and it hurt as if needles were sinking into them. You shifted to your side, and the iciness of the snow touched your cheek, melting instantly upon contact with your skin.
You closed your eyes, undoubtedly exhausted from the events that had transpired only days ago. Sae had come back from his trip to Spain. You had been watching Rin practice Football from the sidelines after his match since you never got into it like your brothers, nor did you have the talent to.
The eldest walked onto the field. His face had changed since his youth. It was a sad sight; he looked tired. Despite his expression, you felt happy to see him. Next thing you knew, things went south. Sae told Rin that he had given up on his dream, and Rin didn't take it lightly. Hurtful things were said, and you were not acknowledged. Not even once.
You watched with wide eyes and a heavy feeling in your chest as the once fruitful relationship between them crumbled before you. It was cold, too cold. Your hands shook, you were frozen in place as cold beads of sweat ran down your face. You felt useless.
Sae had given you a single glance as he left, a look that sent shivers through your body. Your eyes burned with the urge to cry, but you didn't. You couldn't. Shedding tears was difficult and it was hard to think about it. Instead, here you were, drowning in memories of a fleeting past. The image of music sheets and a boy with silver hair surfaced from the depths of your mind, presented in snippets.
There were two others: one girl had black hair, while the other girl had the brightest pink hair you had ever seen. That was all you recalled, and it frustrated you.
The snow surrounding you melted into your winter coat, ruining the snow angel you had created just moments before. An itch in your nose snapped you out of your daydream, causing your face to scrunch up in discomfort.
You let out a sneeze, which made you open your bleary eyes. Reaching up, you wiped under your nose, cringing in disgust as watery boogers stained the sleeve of your coat.
You returned to your original position by flopping down to your back, groaning as you suddenly felt queasy. Footsteps crunched in the fallen snow as a person walked up to you. A shadow covered the lower half of your body and a familiar voice spoke. "What are you doing?" Rin raised an eyebrow at your dazed expression.
He had changed in these past few days. His outgoing personality had become more closed off and harsher, although not much to you. You merely grunted back at him, too tired to reply verbally. You raised your arms at him, opening and clenching your hands again and again to emphasize that you wanted him to pull you up.
Rin deadpanned up but did what you asked anyway. You stumbled a little as you stood upright as a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.
Rin noticed because of your swaying. He sighed out from his nose and crouched down, signaling for you to get on his back. You blinked and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your legs to carry you. You buried your face into his neck, mumbling an apology. "M'sorry Rin-nii…" your voice wavered, even though you knew he didn't mind carrying you.
"Why are you apologizing? I don't mind." He fondly spoke, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He started walking back into the house, his body heat helping you stay warm. When the both of you entered he let you down and you took your shoes off at the front door. Once you were done Rin grabbed your hand and let you to your room.
You took off your coat and fell limply onto your bed, just wanting to take a nap and get rid of the nausea. Your brother sighed when he saw your exhausted state, he walked over and covered you in your bed sheets. He smoothed out the edges and gently tucked you in.
Rin nodded at his handiwork and went to leave, although he was stopped by your hand grasping his. He looked back and was met with your pleading face, "Don't leave Rin-nii… please?" you said, your voice slightly hoarse. The former's face softened.
He mumbled out an "Okay." and urged you to scoot over. He laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, just like he would when you both were little. You quickly fell asleep, you always did feel safe in his arms.
When you woke again Rin was gone, perhaps he had gone to his room. Your eyes darted to your phone that was on the nightstand next to your bed. Picking it up, you squinted when the harsh light of the phone shone on your face.
You looked at the time, it read 1:49.
It was late and your throat was dry, so you got up to get some water. You snuck downstairs as quietly as you could, grabbed a cup, and filled it with the refreshing liquid. You gulped it down eagerly and let out a relieved sigh when you finished it.
"What are you doing?" A monotone voice said behind you.
Your eyes widened, knowing exactly who it was. You quickly got yourself together and turned around to Sae, meeting his piercing gaze. Bringing up the cup you held, you pointed to it and simply said "Water."
Your voice was still hoarse even after drinking the water and your expression was slightly dazed. Sae narrowed his eyes and reached over to pluck the cup from your hand, and set it down on the counter. He then grasped your hand to pull you out of the kitchen.
"Get back to bed." He murmured, his grip tightening slightly as he felt how warm you were.
"Kay" you replied as you let him tug you back to your room, getting increasingly sleepier. When you both got to your door, he let go of your hand and turned to look at you. You looked back.
It made you nervous just looking at him like this even though it didn't show on your face, since you sported a blank face. But Sae knew he was your brother after all.
Sae reached over and wiped a bead of sweat that had formed on your forehead. "Sleep well." He spoke softly and walked away, leaving you standing in the hallway. You touched the spot that he wiped and an indescribable feeling overtook you, maybe he was still the brother you knew.
Whatever, you would think of it tomorrow. You walked to your bed and got under the covers, sleep enveloped you as you thought of your brothers.
The snow made you confused and it was now hard to look at because of the memories attached to it, you want to stay away from it. You were always sensitive to the cold anyway.
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