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bluelock!boys flirting with you, but you don't understand their language ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
ft. michael kaiser, sae itoshi, bunny iglesias, vivian hugo
blue lock x f!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ established relationship
requested by this ask!
michael kaiser ᢉ𐭩
when you first started dating kaiser, you told yourself you'd learn his native language.
you started with the basics of the german language; the alphabet, basic pronunciation, formal and informal greetings. you tried to get kaiser to engage in conversation with you to practice, but he either spoke far too fast or flat out refused, a thin smirk on his stupidly handsome face, almost like he was plotting something.
and he definitely was.
it started out suuupeerr small. you'd walk by him and you'd hear him murmur something under his breath, so indiscernible that you couldn't even begin to process how to translate it. everytime you nagged at him to repeat it, he'd just eye you with that oh-so-characteristic mocking smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
you could tell from the sultry tone of his voice that there was something afoot with his subdued statements, but you just couldn't for the life of you grasp onto what they actually meant; and kaiser loved that.
he took pleasure in knowing you were oblivious, that you didn't understand what he was saying, and unbeknownst to you, those hushed, mysterious remarks were teasing compliments regarding every aspect of you he could possibly think of; your face, figure, demeanour, his flirty comments knew no bounds.
however, it didn't take long for him to get bolder, spurred on by your flustered expression when he whispered those various flirty remarks in german that you couldn't comprehend.
you were sitting at the dinner table with him and he'd leant over, with that distinctive, challenging gaze, and said silkily, "du wirkst beinahe überirdisch," his facial expression perfectly reflecting how you'd expect someone who's very proud of themselves to look.
even with your limited knowledge of the language, something inside you can tell that kaiser is flirting with you, despite you having next to no clue what he just said.
"i can't flirt back when you talk to me in german," you huff, face growing hot as you evade your boyfriends gaze. "i don't know what you're saying to me."
kaiser just clicks his tongue as he leans back in his seat, his cold blue eyes triumphant. when will you realise that's the point? he just finds it so incredibly enjoyable when you're unable to comprehend what he's saying to you; it means he can say whatever he likes. and besides, it allows him to treat this whole saga as a competition, testing how long he can flirt with you in his native tongue without you catching onto a vague translation.
"you look flustered, mein schatz," he remarks, silky, teasing voice almost resembling that of a cat purring.
you just huff in response, making a mental note to hurry up and learn more german so that you can finally understand what your asshole boyfriend has to say about you!
sae itoshi ᢉ𐭩
you knew sae had spent time in spain after being recruited by re al when he was much younger, and as a result figured that he must be at least proficient in the language, if not entirely fluent. but you never really felt any obligation to learn spanish; why would you? he never spoke it, at least not in front of you.
well, not at first.
it came on rather suddenly. you were sitting at your desk, getting ready for the day, when sae slipped by you to grab something from your side of the room. you barely even noticed him, even as he paused before leaving, lingering in the doorway and gazing at you with an almost roguish calculation in his teal eyes.
"no sabes lo hermosa que eres."
his voice was quiet, smooth and exactly soft enough that your face immediately bloomed hot. you had no idea what he just said, but you could tell, both from the expression on his face and the way he was holding himself, that it was something flirty.
"what does that mean?" you eventually blurted out, flustered.
the corner's of sae's lips twitched upwards in a small -albeit annoyingly smug- smirk as his shoulders slowly rose then fell in a shrug.
"that's not fair," you had insisted, your lower lip jutted out in a pout. "you have to tell me what you said."
sae thought your failure to understand his words was so amusing. he found that he thoroughly enjoyed the rattled expression on your face when he so brazenly flirted with you in a tongue you couldn't understand.
he just sighed, as if the whole ordeal was greatly tiring for him. "tan insistente," he exhaled. you're no spanish expert, but you're pretty sure you could've guessed he meant insistent. how rude; he's the one slyly flirting with you when he knows you've not got a clue what he's saying!
"sae!" you protest, your face still burning. "translate for me, c'mon."
"you really are insistent," he remarks flatly. you feel a wave of relief wash over you at the fact he's returned to english, but the feeling of ease doesn't last long when he switches back to spanish moments later. "unfortunately, estoy loco por ti."
you feel heat spreading up your ears once again purely because of the tone of his voice. you feel so out of the loop!
"sae!" you repeat indignantly, trying to ignore the furious blush that's surely flooding your whole face. before you can even get another word in, your boyfriend just turns and walks away, hands resting languidly in his the pockets of his trousers.
"tell me what you were saying!" you shout after him, still disconcerted. in response, he just holds his arms out, palms facing the ceiling, fingers extended, and shrugs again. he doesn't look back at you, causing you to entirely miss the satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
fazed, you just stare at his back as he retreats into another room.
after you've regained your composure, you find there's only one coherent thought racing through your mind; you are definitely going to learn spanish.
bunny iglesias ᢉ𐭩
bunny has been flirting with you in spanish since the very beginning of your relationship; he finds it hilarious, because he's aware of the fact that you don't understand a single word. he can be as unfiltered and audacious as he wants, because you're clueless about the english translation. oh, the joy!
he's smart about it, though. you've noticed that he never says the same thing twice, purely because he doesn't want you to know what he's saying. not because what he says is filthy or ill-willed, in fact, it's quite the opposite. bunny's flirty comments towards you are either almost tooth rottingly sweet or the very epitome of romantic.
he isn't embarrassed of how in love with you he actually is, he just genuinely finds your inability to understand him amusing. he takes advantage of the significant language barrier between the two of you frequently, even speaking faster than is typical or pronouncing words slightly strangely. when you inevitably pout and grumble at him to flirt in english, he just smiles at you and says nothing, calm and resolute as ever.
when you emerge from your bedroom, dressed up and layered with perfume for your date with bunny, his gaze immediately softens as he says, "¿Cómo quieres que no esté pilladísimo de ti?" and wraps an arm around you, the smell of his cologne gentle below your nose.
you sigh, your cheeks warm beneath your makeup from the gentle, genuine tone of his voice. "not you acting like i know what you just said. again," you tell him pointedly. "you've gotta stop doing that, at least until i've learned a bit of spanish."
bunny just chuckles, kissing you lightly on the top of your head. "i'll stop when you stop being so irresistible, mi amor."
if there's one spanish phrase you do know that isn't hola, it's mi amor; bunny calls you it all the time. that's been consistent from the start, because you've never been anything less than his love.
vivian hugo ᢉ𐭩
the extent of your knowledge of your boyfriend's native language, french, barely stretched beyond bonjour and dubious scraps of the language you picked up from foreign films and your early years of high school.
hugo never asked you to pick up french, he didn't even mention it. he didn't expect you to learn a whole new language just for him. you two could converse without any issues at all, but he was nonetheless delighted when you bravely told him you were taking on the language.
he helped you at first, with the gendered pronouns, the use of verb conjugation and intimidating pronunciation. but when he came to the admittedly slow realisation that flirtatious comments were not even in the picture for you to learn any time soon, an idea blossomed in his head.
as soon as the mere thought entered hugo's brain, he couldn't shake it. he didn't bother starting subtle, and the next thing you knew, he was speaking in french to you constantly.
you hadn't the faintest idea what he was saying, but his short, gentle and sweet sounding comments always caused the tips of your ears to flush hot. you had tried, and failed, to find out what he could possibly be saying to you, but hugo never answered, his face as blank and his gaze as unyielding as ever whenever you protested about your lack of understanding.
because he'd already formed an annoying habit of it, you weren't exactly surprised when he returned from training and wrapped his arms around you, his chest warm against your back as he murmured cryptic french incomprehensibilities against your ear.
"i've got no idea what you're saying, viv," you complain with a pout, yet you feel yourself blushing regardless. "how am i supposed to flirt back?"
hugo pauses, as if weighing his options, perhaps considering whether he should continue teasing you or leave you alone, you think. but in reality, hugo isn't even considering backing off. he's just thinking of what to say to get another flustered reaction out of you.
"tu es la plus belle fille que j'aie jamais vue," he eventually murmurs, his voice soft and his breath warm against your skin. your face feels as if it's on fire as your scatterbrained mind tries to piece together a possible translation. but literally all you know about french is how to say hello and maybe how to ask someone how they are, so you're not exactly succeeding in your weak attempt to decode hugo's mysterious comment.
"do you get a kick out of leaving me in the dark or something?" you sigh, but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a small smile tugging at your lips. it's obvious just from hugo's reverent tone of voice that what he's saying has to be something sweet.
"non," hugo replies softly, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek. "i'll stop it if you want, ma chérie."
but you both know full well that he's going to keep it up; hugo's too enamoured with the embarrassed flush that spreads across your face to drop the habit now.
psst! i know sae's native language is obviously japanese but just imagine him speaking spanish 😮💨 also left everything untranslated so you guys feel involved hehe
a/n: im sorry bunny's is kinda short 😢 also guys english is actually my native language and i don't speak german, spanish or french so i had to use a translate app for this 😭 i did cross check everything but im very sorry if there's any inaccuracies or mistakes ♡
PSG STAR JULIEN LOKI IS CAUGHT LOOKING HEAD OVER HEELS WHILE ON A ROMANTIC OUTING IN PARIS WITH PARTNER [NAME] [LAST NAME]!
That video of a private moment you and loki shared at a Paris restaurant three days ago has been seen by millions of people in less than a day, and your boyfriend is still not quite sure how to feel about it.
Loki knew that his status and fame would eventually lead to him losing his right to privacy in the eyes of the public, but he didn’t know he’d also lose the ability to go on a date with his partner without having to worry about people being weird and recording him when he’s lost in conversation with you — So lost that he didn’t even register when he started to giggle at one of your jokes. Or how him not being able to hold eye contact with you for too long before feeling his lips twitch into a smile again made him look like a lovesick fool.
His personality does a complete 180 whenever he’s with you and he’s only being made aware of it now. Alongside millions of other people on twitter…How amazing.
And it's not like he has an issue with people seeing him be affectionate with you. You're his partner and it’s only natural that he feels comfortable in being julien instead of loki the prodigy and star of the french team while in your company.
But why did the paparazzi — or whoever it was that recorded that damn video — have to catch him when he’s acting all giddy? He has a reputation to maintain for goddess sake! And he doesn’t appreciate how nonchalant you’re being about this…
“I don’t think it’s that bad, Jules” You’ve been saying this for days and he hates to disappoint you, but it’s not helping. like at all. But of course you’d say such a thing since you’re not the one being flooded with countless dms poking fun at how “down bad” you are. “ I bet they’ll forget about this next week.”
“Still…” he sighed. “I don’t like it when people invade our privacy like that.”
“I think what you don’t like is that people are seeing right through your ‘suave guy facade’ actually.”
He scoffs at your response, because he can’t really refute it. “Whatever...”
“They’d be surprised to know that you act worse when we’re alone.”
“I do not?”
“You do Julien, stop lying…or you want me to post video evidence of it?” He quieted down really quickly after that. Because if by “video evidence” you mean that stupid recording you took of him smiling in his sleep while napping on your chest, then he’ll rather put his pride to the side and be quiet than give people more proof that even a man like him has his weaknesses.
And that his biggest one just happens to be you.
an — as soon as i saw this vid of mbappe i got inspired to write this lool. and i know deep in my heart that loki secretly likes being the little spoon most of the time cus having your arms around him makes him feel worshipped so just trust me on this bro. also this feels ooc to me....but wtv..... fuck it ig.
If you had known coming to watch your boyfriend’s game would lead to this, then you seriously would’ve thought twice about coming.
You see, Sae really liked it when you went to his games, but he never asked you out loud – all he ever did was throw a (his) jersey your way or message you with the info about the match, like he was expecting you to already know what he wanted without him needing to say it – and it always worked. You always understood what he meant, and how important it was for him to have you in all the matches you were able to attend.
So, to have him actually ask you to come – with a very tight hug from behind while you cooked breakfast and a groggy “You coming, right Amor?” – you should’ve known something different from the normal was happening.
“And Itoshi Sae gets a red card! He’s expelled from the match!”
You wanted to disappear. To turn into smoke. Because how else were you supposed to react to your boyfriend and your ex fighting because of you in the middle of a game with sold out tickets?
“And it seems Bunny Iglesias, who Sae just punched in the face, just got one too! It’s an ‘El Classico’, ladies and gentlemen! Everybody is on the edge!”
The commentators were not helping your case. Of course, you knew Real Madrid x Barcelona was one of the most heated rivalries in Spanish football, but Bunny and Sae were making everything pretty damn worse!
You could clearly see Bunny looking at you in the stands and smirking, while Sae was being held back by his teammates every time your ex said anything. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying from your seat, but judging from Sae’s expression, it wasn’t really a polite or friendly conversation.
Thankfully, Sae was able to calm down – after lots of begging from Luna and his other teammates – and was already exiting the stadium. You quickly got up to meet him in the dressing room, only to stop when Bunny screamed your name. In that moment, all the eyes were on you – especially Bunny’s and Sae’s – but all you could feel was your own face burning up from the utter shame you were experiencing. Then, like the little prick he is, Bunny Iglesias lifted up his hand, put it near his ear in a telephone shape and mouthed “Call me.”
When Sae ran back towards the field and punched Bunny in the face again after what he said, you really wished you had never dated a football player.
the nonchalant and quiet hugo agenda needs to go. that guy is the most chalant guy ever who remembers every single detail and considerate of every one of your traits and hobbies. he’s the guy who can’t shut the fuck up around you or about you, who’s always subtly bragging about you to his teammates and talks to you about how you’re his soulmate. the type of person to sing your favorite love song at your wedding. he’s a d1 yapper and a d1 lover, and he’s proud of it.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he is completely obsessed with your thighs. It doesn’t matter if you wear shorts, a skirt, or tight jeans, his hands always find their way to them, large palms resting heavy and warm on your bare skin or fabric, squeezing gently as a subconscious habit whenever you’re sitting together.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he uses his spatial awareness to completely dominate your personal space. He doesn’t just sit next to you, he aligns his entire body with yours, overlapping his warmth onto you until you can’t move without bumping into him.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he mimics your habits over time. Using your favorite slang and picking up your specific gestures, his personality unconsciously evolving to match yours because you have become a fundamental part of him.
Yoichi Isagi and the way his puzzle pieces finally click when you’re around him. A sudden breath of relief when you sit next to him after a long day as if your presence is the final clue that makes his chaotic world make total sense.
Yoichi Isagi and the way his competitive streak softens just for you. Letting you win at video games or petty arguments, a breathless laugh escaping him when you gloat, completely content with losing if it means seeing you smile.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he craves verbal reassurance. Looking your way after a big moment, asking “Did you see me?” with a vulnerable hunger in his eyes, needing your validation more than the applause of a stadium.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he gets flustered when you tease him about his on-field ego. Ducking his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile, looking completely different from the terrifying demon he becomes during a match.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he craves your touch after a devastating loss. No words or analysis just dragging you down onto the bed with him and burying his face into your neck, holding onto you like you’re the only stable thing left in his world.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he gets a look of pure hunger in his eyes whenever you praise his ego. Hearing you say he was incredible makes something switch inside him, his pupils dilating as he corners you against the wall, needing to devour your attention completely.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he casually drops your name in conversations or interviews. He loves the subtle flex of letting everyone know you’re his, a proud smirk tugging at his lips whenever someone mentions how whipped he is.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he aggressively defends your relationship if someone makes a passing comment or doubts your bond. His polite demeanor vanishes completely, replaced by that terrifying, cold-eyed glare from the field as he shuts them down without hesitation.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he pulls you into his lap when he’s analyzing match footage. Wrapping his arms around your waist, using his warmth to keep himself grounded while his mind races.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he stands close to you in public. Not out of jealousy, but out of pure instinct. Shoulders brushing yours, hips touching, always keeping himself within arm’s reach of his favorite person.
Yoichi Isagi and the way he studies you. Eyes tracking your movements, learning your habits and preferences, because to him understanding you completely is the ultimate form of devotion.
thinking about venting to Leo. You call him while he's at his workshop and he answers with some little quip like he always does. you can hear the smile in his voice.
"sexy mcshizzle industries, this is Leo, how can we help you today gorgeous?"
and you're already laughing in spite of yourself. Even if it's weepy or angry or soft, he's always able to do that. to drag those little moments of joy out of you no matter how bad things are. depending on how you respond, the tone of your voice, the cadence of it, he knows immediately what ballpark you're in emotionally, how bad it is. He knows if you're pissed off, or about to cry, or hurt. he knows if you're annoyed or irritated, but most importantly, he knows you need to vent. get whatever it is off your pretty, pretty chest. and you hear a clatter of his tools getting set down haphazardly, the sound of his wheely board thing he's lying on scooting out from under his most recent project. you hear him wave someone else off as he walks out of his workshop into the alley outside.
"what's on your mind, mami? Leo's listening."
and you know in that moment that despite his raging (probs only recently medicated) adhd, despite the million things rushing through his head at any given moment, you have his absolute and total full attention.
Hiya, I hope you’re doing well! May I please request 2 orders? I’ll include an emoji at the bottom so you’ll know if the anon asking is me. Thank you in advance for doing this event, by the way! It sounds like fun <3
This is the 1st order!
Isagi + Confession Letter + Childhood friends to lovers + make them classmates + confess at rooftop … wait doesn’t this sound familiar? Lol but seriously I know this was included in the request examples but I liked it a lot! Hope that’s okay?
-🏹
♡ yocchan !
-`♡´- isagi´s always been yocchan to you. the same boy who cried easily and was afraid of mosquitoes, the one that captured your heart from day one. he feels the same, but he's too fearful to be upfront about it. maybe a little scare from his friends will do the trick?
-`♡´- wc: 3.2k
-`♡´- tag: @ellaartz99
Isagi's collected a good number of aliases with time. He's been called a genius, has had straight-up insults hurled at him, but his personal favorite nickname? It has to be Yocchan.
Not necessarily because it's his childhood nickname... he actually finds it pretty embarrasing. It's the person he's associated it with that makes him look at it fondly.
You, the one he's known since kindergarten. The one that approached him every once in a while, small fist full of candy and face decorated with a warm smile.
Isagi was known to be a crybaby. Other kids didn't understand him, as he didn't like loud noises, he'd start crying with no apparent reason and was overall extremely timid. You didn't seem to care, though, always approaching to check on him, even when your presence would make him recoil even further.
It took him a while, but eventually, he warmed up to you. His parents were also really supportive of your budding friendship, making sure one of Isagi's only friends (if not the only one then) would have plenty of chances to hang out with him. It wasn't long until you heard them call him that nickname. It took even less for you to start calling him that as well.
You stuck together for a few years, growing up side by side. You saw him change little by little, saw the birth of his dreams and the discovery of his passion, yet your relationship remained unchanged. You were comfortable with each other, and it really seemed like nothing could tear the two apart.
That was, until your parents told you you'd be moving away.
It's safe to say you were devastated. Sure, you had friends other than him, but you held the once shy boy close to your heart. With a tight hug and teary eyes, you said goodbye to your childhood friend. And with a heavy heart and damp cheeks, Isagi cried when you left, knowing for once what it was like to shed tears not out of fear, but from the pain of losing someone.
The two of you moved on with your lives. Isagi chased his dreams, meeting many struggles in the way, but never relenting. He never fully forgot you, though, sometimes wondering what you'd tell him when he made advances or met defeat. Still, soccer grew to be more demanding of his time and mind the more he progressed. So slowly, those comforting thoughts began filling out of his head, becoming less frequent.
He didn't think he'd ever see you again. Wishful thinking gave him hope for a while, but at some point, he just stopped thinking about it. You were too little to exchange contacts, and your parents somehow lost communication. So for the longest time, he thought of you as a cherished connection from a past life stage. That was, until a certain day.
Isagi was home after a match, wiped and only wanting to relax while enjoying his mom's cooking. He was already done with that last one, until his mom, who had gotten up to get the door, approached him out of nowhere.
"Hey, Yoichi, I know you're tired, but there's someone here who'd like to see you." She told him with a wide smile.
He wasn't thrilled at being interrupted, yet curiosity made him stand and follow her. But out of all people, he never thought he'd be seeing you again.
"It's you!" You barreled towards him, an 'oof' escaping him as you embraced him. Confusion lasted him only a second, as the memories overwhelmed him suddenly. Your voice that had barely changed, your scent he never found in someone else. Your smile when you pulled back with glossy eyes, which grew wider once he uttered your name correctly.
You hugged him again, while he stared at you in awe. You had changed so much, but were still so.... you, in a way. A laugh of disbelief, eyes crinkling as he asked, "How did you find me?"
"Well, I saw you on the local sport news." You explained with a giggle, his cheeks warming in slight embarrassment. He forgot he kinda became a thing while you were gone. "I moved back for studies recently, and when I saw you on TV, I realized you play for the same school I'm transfering to. I was really happy... but I couldn't hold back from wanting to see you early, so I came to check if you still lived in the same place. And well... you know the rest."
You laughed again, clearly ecstatic. He was in a similar position, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. You calmed down, looking at him hopefully. And with a smile, "We have so much to talk about, Yocchan."
...And talk you did. Isagi learned quickly that you didn't call him that for old time's sake, it had become a whole habit. You exchanged contacts, began talking every day, and met up often after you transfered successfully. but despite Isagi meekly telling you to just call him by his name, you just wouldn't stop calling him Yocchan. It was endearing, but quite embarrasing. Especially when other people where around.
Now, he'd never be ashamed of you. You were his dear friend, and it was a reminder of how your friendship started. It was a bit silly in front of others, and his parents would tease him about it. But overall, it wasn't an issue and he got used to it quickly.
Now, that's with his parents and randoms. With his teammates, though? That's a whole 'nother case.
Thing is, you were pretty curious about his soccer career. So proud of how far your yocchan had come, you wanted to know everything about it. You went to all the matches you could, supportive as ever. But from the moment you ran to him after a victory to congratulate him, his eyes weren't the only ones that looked for you across the field.
"Hey Isagi, who's this cutie?" Otoya was the first to approach, some curious players hovering nearby. He was already glaring at him, sensing the intention behind his question, but you spoke first.
"Hi! I'm Yocchan's childhood friend!"
You shook his hand gleefully, while Isagi froze in the background. Did you really have to introduce yourself like that? Did you really have to use the nickname?! Oh he was mortified, the laughter that followed from the boys telling him enough about the teasing that'd come soon.
And right he was, as he couldn't have a normal practice day without someone calling him 'Yocchan' and teasing him about you.
Isagi was flustered to death. He didn't need them joking about you, nor he wanted them asking questions. He really didn't, much less, when his feelings for you started growing deeper than expected.
Isagi thought he could handle it. He really thought the stutter his heart gave when you called him by that childhood nickname was just embarrasment, until he realized it happened whenever you talked at all. He believed the giddiness he felt with you was just happiness from meeting you again, until five months went by and he kept feeling the same. It hit him finally when Valentines Day came close, and he felt dread at the thought of you spending it with someone else.
He was in deep, and he had to do something. You deserved to know how much you've always meant to him, and how that fondness grew into warmer emotions.
So what did Isagi do?
Write a letter for you and leave it unsigned.
Yeah, yeah, it's a cowardly move. What use there is if he doesn't tell you it's him? It's a poor choice for a confession. But the fear of losing your friendship made him step back, so he wrote anonymously to gauge how you'd react.
It's a strategy, he swears.
But Bachira, who accidentally found the letter while Isagi wasn't there, thinks not.
His friend left it where he found it, but talked about it to some other boys.
And what came from that?
...Let's just say Isagi had a lot waiting for him the following day.
-`♡´-
Valentines Day rolls by, with an Isagi who's trying really hard to pretend he didn't care about the holiday. He goes through training as usual, though he can tell there's something amiss in the way the rest looks at him. It doesn't take long for him to adress it, asking what'ss going on once in the locker room.
"You wrote a love letter for your friend." Bachira explains straightforwadly, smile bright like he isn't ruining Isagi's reputation (they all know).
"What? No, I didn't-" He stammers, but no one buys it.
"So it's for someone else?" Karasu asks, already smirking. "We saw you writing something in yesterday's break, you can't pretend it wasn't you."
Did they really? This is bad. He racks his brain for an excuse, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "You've got the wrong idea. I actually, uh... wrote it for a friend who's not good with words. I'm helping someone else confess."
"Confess to your best friend, right? Because their name was there." Reo butts in, tone too cheerful for someone who's making Isagi's day worse.
"How did you all-" A exhale. "Yes, I helped someone else confess to my friend, because I know them better than anyone else. That's... Exactly what happened."
He feels guilty for lying, but nervousness pushed him this far. It's too late to take his words back, and he just wants an out from this sudden group interrogation about a way too personal matter.
The boys hum to themselves, and for a moment Isagi thinks the excuse landed and they'll leave him alone. But he sees some smirks widening, and the words he hears next embody a fate far way worse than mere teasing.
"So, since it's not you who is confessing... You won't mind if we shoot our shot, right?" Aiku takes a step closer to him, and Isagi freezes.
"You... what?" He mutters, but the man only offers a shrug.
"You said it's a friend of yours who's confessing. And I don't want to rain on anyone's parade, but I think I could make a better choice than that random guy."
"Wait, don't count me out. I've been eeying them since the start!" Otoya chimes in, practically summoned into the conversation.
Sendou goes next, "Isagi's friend is too cute and kind for you two serial womanizers. I want a chance!"
"I don't think you should be talking, Sendou," Kunigami joins, "Even I could be better than all of you combined."
And the more people talk, Isagi loses it further. Even Kunigami?? He'd never expect it from him. Nagi mumbles something about you being nice to him once, and he's in shock he even remembered you existed. When did you become so popular, and why's his whole team interested in you? This couldn't have a worst timing.
Isagi's scrambling for words to say, shaking his head. "You... can't, I already delivered the letter this morning. So I- I mean, my friend, still stands a greater chance."
"But was the letter signed? 'Cause I recall it wasn't." Chigiri smugly joins, and Isagi's soul leaves his body (again). Really, how did all of them know the details of his written confession by heart?
"What's your point?" He asks between gritted teeth, growing tense.
"Well," Chigiri, looks up, taking his sweet time, "Just saying, that if anyone's fast enough... they could just claim it's theirs."
The words land heavily, the whole room falling silent for a moment.
And there was not a moment in life in which Isagi ran faster.
He forgets about time and space for a moment, all he knows is that he needs to find you. It's break around this time, that he can remember, dashing through halls like his life depends on it.
He can't let the others get to you first. No, not after all you've both been through. Isagi would be damned if he lost you like this, if he let fear dominate his life one more time. He isn't willing to pay the price of being a coward, not when it comes to you. The bitter truth that anyone else could win you over while he waits for the perfect moment is too much for him to handle, but he isn't keen on wasting time any longer.
Isagi looks inside many classrooms, just in case you were still inside one. He gets scolded by a teacher once, earns weird looks from students several times. All until he remembers: The rooftop. The place you once told him you liked to go when you wanted to be alone.
He's panting after climbing all the stairs, but it's all worth it. Standing it front of the railing, there you stand, fiddling with a piece of paper in your hands. A piece of paper he surely recognizes.
Isagi calls your name, making you turn his way. You smile confusedly, head tilting. "Yocchan? Why are you here?"
But instead of answering, he walks towards you, quickly closing the distance. "I need to talk to you."
"Uh, sure, is everything okay?" You ask, a tad concerned at the weight behind his voice. You fiddle with the corners of the letter, putting it behind your back. Isagi doesn't miss the movement, eyes following it. "It's... actually about that."
You pause. "This letter?"
"Yes, that letter... My letter." He finally manages to say, a small gasp escaping you.
"You... wrote this, Yoichi?" His heart stutters in his chest as you use his given name, the air clearly shifting and turning more serious. He nods solemnly, exhaling.
"I did. I've been thinking about us often. About how you always stood by me since day one, even when everyone else pulled away. How you're one of the few people that know my past, stay in my present, and I want in my future. I couldn't resist writing it, my emotions turned too strong for me to bear... But I was afraid of jinxing what we already have."
Your breath hitches at his confession, hanging onto every soft spoken word. A hand of his finds yours, eyes glistening as they stay on your face. "I lost you once, and I really don't want to lose you twice. So I owe you honesty at the very least, right?"
Isagi smiles awkwardly, the earlier adrenaline washing off and making him feel self-concious. Okay, he just confessed. He really did. The emotions he had ruminated about for months suddenly came out due to a rush of fear. They're now laid in the open, making him vulnerable. And he's never felt so exposed.
You're not far behind, oddly quiet for how you tend to be. Unconciously, you drop the letter, in favor of wrapping your arms around him. "You're still as earnest as you're shy, Yocchan."
Isagi blinks confusedly at your words. Is this a rejection? It seems like you're avoiding to answer. He embraces you back regardless, his heart racing in his chest. You lean back slightly after a bit, and look at him with glossy eyes. "Took you long enough."
"...What?" He blurts out, his brain struggling to catch up with the facts. You giggle softly at his reaction, wiping the tears of... relief? from your face.
"I knew from the beginning that I wanted to stay close to you, that I'd never let go after we reunited. But like yourself, I held back, not wanting to force my feelings onto you." You explain in a murmur. "I thought you'd be so focused on your career to ever think of love, so I just supported you as a friend. But reading your letter... I kept hoping the whole day that you'd come and tell me it was you."
You take a deep breath, smiling softly. "And you did, after all. And I couldn't be more happy that you chose me."
Isagi stares at you in something close to awe, your smile making him feel lightheaded. He shakes his head as he processes what you said, determination overcoming him. "You say that as if I'd ever choose anyone else. I feel like deep down I knew it was you or nothing, that's why I never pursued anyone else romantically."
Your face feels imposibly hot at his comfession, making you hide your face on his shoulder. "Oh, Yoichi..." You sniffle, and you feel his arms tightening slightly around you.
"You're still so emotional," He whispers with a smile, "I thought I was the crybaby."
"Shut up..." You pull back immediately to retort, pinching his cheek. "You don't get to talk, I saw your eyes getting shiny."
"Hey..." Isagi pouts, rubbing the spot you pinched. "I'm still not the one who's crying."
"You may cry less now, Yocchan, but cheeks are just as chubby." You tease, not wasting a single moment to get back at him.
"Can't you at least not call me that in this moment?" He complains, face flushed in obvious embarrassment.
"I already called you by your name twice today, and that's all you're getting. Never again, okay? It's Yocchan forever."
Isagi wants to keep the banter going and pretend to be annoyed, but the prospect is actually quite enticing. He loves knowing that only the closest people in his life call him that, and that you've claimed your place as one before you two even knew how to count. He nods meekly, eyes softening impossibly. And when your smile grows wider, he lets himself melt in your arms like he's always belonged there.
The two of you begin dating after that, and it feels like it was always bound to happen. Isagi's parents don't show surprise but are incredibly happy and supportive, like they placed the very first brick for your current relationship many years ago.
The next day, you walk Isagi to practice and kiss his cheek to bid him goodbye, uncaring of anyone who might see. And as lovesick as Isagi is, he doesn't pay attention either... Until you're out of sight and he has to face his teammates.
"Yeah, man, I thought you didn't want 'em," Otoya coments, dissapointed.
"Well, I do, and none of you will ever get a chance." Isagi stands his ground, too possesive to sound like himself but also unable to forget what happened the last time he saw them. Instead of more dissapointment, he's met with laughter, leaving him confused.
"Why are you are laughing...? Didn't you guys say you wanted to confess?" He asks, and more chuckles follow.
"I mean, your friend looks great and all, but you're both so obviously in love that it felt pointless to try." Aiku grins.
"I would have, but you two gave me the ick." Even Otoya agrees.
"I said what Reo told me to," Nagi.
"You're both too close, and I still want to date a model," Sendou.
"I would never make advances to a friend's crush," Kunigami.
It goes on until everyone explains their stance, the truth now apparent.
"So you all... lied?" Isagi croaks, speechless.
They shrug, "Would you have tried if we didn't?"
Isagi's eye twitches at how his friends deceived him, torn between feeling betrayed and thanking the assist.
"You're welcome!" Bachira comments in a sing-song tone, clapping his hands in joy for the couple.
The boys begin filtering towards the field, some patting Isagi's shoulder as they pass him by or saying something teasing.
And though he'll give them hell for this now... he can't deny he's thankful.
-`♡´- cupid's note: biggest assist in history goes to the bllk team ! this was fun to write. i got inspo from a video in which a guy asks his friends who they like and they all mention his crush on purpose, getting him to confess. would link it but i lost it. yocchan is so adorable i love him sm ♡
You know, I see a lot of Loki x readers where reader is obviously mortal and it's all angsty because Loki first must overcome realizing he loves a mortal, then there's the added angst of knowing she won't live as long as him, and how he'll grieve but loving is better than loss and he must accept it
Honestly, I don't think Loki would ever allow someone he cares for, even a mortal, simply grow old and die once he's sure they're "the one." Loki literally is the type to burn the world down for someone, so you think he's going to let the natural order of things get in the way? Nope! He's the living embodiment of chaos and doesn't like rules.
Now, the loophole for this in fics I think would be the golden apples of immortality mentioned in Norse mythology. Of course, in the MCU we have no idea if these are canon or not since there's several parts that deviate from the original mythology, but for the sake of plot let's say they do. Loki would definitely do anything to get his hands on one for reader, even if it meant causing a war with Odin. It would probably just be a bonus to him!
But no, Loki would not just sit around and accept you being mortal. It's not in his nature
...𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 and even though he's lost many dates and arrived home late lots of times because of football practice, you've never once made him feel guilty or ashamed because of his passion, supporting him instead and helping him pursue his dream of being a pro football player.
That's his why.
...𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 and when his brother left and he thought he was completely alone in the world, leading to him pushing everybody away, you didn't leave his side. You waited till he was finally ready, giving him all the time in the world.
That's his why
...𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆 and every time he offers to pay for something or gives you an expensive gift, you always get bashful and assure him that he doesn't need to get you stuff that cost millions of yen to buy your love — you give it to him willingly, for free.
That's his why.
...𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊 and even if he's a human sloth and doesn't have the strength to do anything except playing games and laying in bed, you always make sure he's taken care of and has everything he needs, without rushing him or complaining about his lazy ways, simply because you love him.
That his why.
...𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 and when he had no one by his side and got bullied daily because of his "weird ways", you never failed to support him and reassure him that he wasn't "weird", waiting for him after class to make sure he wouldn't walk home alone and making sure that he never felt left out or embarassed of being himself. You always made him feel normal, and, most importantly, loved.
That's his why.
...𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓 and you're the first hand that's caressed, not hurt him. You're the first one to show him what love felt like, even with his annoying behavior and constant need to feel on top, you always showed him that love wasn't deserved or earned, but simply accepted. You loved him.
That's his why.
...𝑺𝒂𝒆 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 and you just so happen to have a big, nice ass.
That's his why.
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