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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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“—and once again, you scored a hat trick this match against arsenal. mr. isagi, is there anyone or anything you’d like to thank? a certain someone, perhaps? after all, this is one of the most important matches in your career.”
at the mention of a “certain someone”, a pale pink dusted isagi’s cheeks. he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile making way onto his face at the interviewer’s question.
isagi wasn’t a fan of press conferences, especially not with the amount of paparazzi surrounding him, but being able to talk about a certain someone totally changed his mood, every time.
“my partner,” isagi looked down at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers like an embarrassed schoolgirl. a few members of the crowd oohed.
“your spouse, correct? yes, i’ve heard you both have quite the close bond. you’ve been together since high school after all.” the interviewer acknowledged. isagi nodded. “do they know how highly you speak of them?”
“uh, hopefully. actually, they’re probably watching this right now.” isagi looked straight into the camera, a wide boyish grin playing at his features, although it only emphasized his red face even further. “babe, i know you hate it when i call you out, but you are just so absurdly incredible and beautiful and i love you so much.“
the crowd burst into applause. sports industry legend isagi yoichi was just so in love with his partner.
“all of my goals are dedicated to you, love. i’m so lucky to have spent so much time with you and each ounce of your support lifts me up so much.”
back home, you stared at the screen dumbfounded. but eventually, you let out a tiny smile and a sigh. the man you married was totally, absolutely annoying.
summary: When one of Sokka’s inventions explodes in the middle of his workshop, his first instinct is to shield you completely, proving once again that he’ll always put your safety before everything else, even his favorite creations.
By now, spending time in Sokka’s workshop had become routine. Comfortable. The kind of routine neither of you really talked about, but both secretly loved.
You’d show up sometime in the afternoon, usually carrying food or tea because Sokka got so focused he forgot basic human needs, and he’d immediately make room for you beside whatever disaster-project he was currently obsessed with.
Today was no different.
“Well,” you said carefully, staring at the strange collection of gears and wires spread across the table, “that certainly looks… complicated.”
Sokka grinned without looking up. “That’s because it is.”
“Good explanation.”
“I know.”
You rolled your eyes fondly, settling onto the stool beside him while he continued adjusting something impossibly tiny with intense concentration.
The workshop was warm today.
Sunlight filtered through the windows, catching dust in the air while tools and scraps cluttered nearly every surface. Somewhere in the corner, one of Sokka’s older failed inventions made an occasional concerning clicking sound.
You pointed toward it. “That thing’s still alive?”
“It’s not alive.”
“It sounds alive.”
“It’s thinking.”
“That is significantly worse.”
Sokka laughed quietly under his breath. Gosh, you loved that sound.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “most people don’t willingly spend hours sitting in a workshop watching someone work.”
“Most people don’t have you in the workshop.”
That got his attention immediately.
His hands paused over the device as he looked over at you, smiling in that soft, helpless way he always did whenever you said something affectionate unexpectedly.
“…You do that on purpose,” he murmured.
“Do what?”
“Make me completely forget what I’m doing.”
You smiled innocently. “Seems like a you problem.”
“Definitely a you problem.”
Still smiling, he reached over blindly until his hand found your knee, squeezing lightly before returning to work.
Casual touch.
Constant touch.
Sokka had gotten clingy over time, though he’d deny the word dramatically if anyone else used it.
But with you?
His hands were always finding you somehow.
Your wrist.
Your waist.
Your knee.
Like reassurance. You didn’t mind. Not even a little.
A while later, you ended up helping him organize metal pieces while he explained another one of his ideas with growing excitement.
“And then,” he said, gesturing animatedly with a screwdriver in hand, “if I angle the release mechanism correctly, it should create enough pressure to- ”
A sharp snap interrupted him.
You both froze.
“…Was that supposed to happen?” you asked slowly.
Sokka stared at the invention.
“…No.”
And then everything happened at once.
A loud crack echoed through the workshop as part of the machine sparked violently, metal jerking sideways with an awful screech.
“Sokka- ”
“Move!”
You barely had time to react before he grabbed you. Hard. One arm wrapped around your waist while the other came up protectively around your shoulders, yanking you straight against his chest as he twisted sharply, turning his body between you and the exploding machine.
Something shattered.
Metal clanged violently against the wall.
You heard another sharp pop-
Then Sokka shoved you both downward behind the workbench just as sparks burst across the room.
For a second, all you could hear was ringing. Your heart slammed against your ribs.
Sokka’s arms were locked around you tightly, his body curved protectively over yours while debris clattered nearby.
Then silence.
Heavy breathing.
The faint hiss of smoke. You blinked slowly.
“…Sokka?”
“I’m okay,” he answered immediately. You realized then that he was still shielding you completely, one hand cradling the back of your head tightly against his chest.
Like his first instinct hadn’t even been to protect himself.
Only you.
“Sokka,” you said again, softer this time. He pulled back just enough to look at you quickly, eyes scanning your face, your arms, your shoulders.
“You hurt?” he asked instantly.
“No,” you breathed. “I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
His shoulders sagged in visible relief. Only then did he finally glance toward the disaster across the room.
You let out a disbelieving laugh, adrenaline still making your hands shaky. “You think?”
That finally seemed to snap him fully out of it. His attention whipped back to you again immediately, hands moving over your arms carefully like he was double-checking for injuries he might’ve missed.
“You’re really okay?” he asked again, quieter now. The concern in his voice made your chest ache a little. “I’m okay,” you repeated gently.
His jaw tightened slightly.
“You could’ve gotten hurt.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Because I moved you.”
The words came out sharper than he meant them to. Not angry at you. Angry at himself. You noticed instantly. “Sokka,” you said softly, reaching up to touch his face. “Hey.”
His eyes flicked back to yours.
“You protected me,” you murmured.
His expression shifted slightly at that. Like he still wasn’t satisfied.
“I should’ve checked the pressure twice,” he muttered. “I knew something felt off and I still- ”
“You didn’t know it would explode.”
“I should’ve.”
You smiled faintly despite everything. “You sound like Zuko right now.”
That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from him. Barely.
But enough.
Your hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck gently. “I’m okay.”
Sokka looked at you for a long moment.
Then suddenly he pulled you against him again. Your breath caught softly as his face buried briefly against your shoulder. “You scared me,” he admitted quietly.
The vulnerability in his voice hit harder than the explosion had.
Your arms wrapped around him immediately. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” he said quickly, pulling back enough to look at you again. “No, not your fault.”
His hands stayed firm at your waist, almost like he needed to physically reassure himself you were still there. “You always do that,” you murmured softly.
“What?”
“Protect me first.” Your fingers brushed lightly through his hair. “You don’t even think about yourself.”
Sokka shrugged slightly, like it was obvious. “Of course I don’t.”
Your chest tightened painfully at how sincere he sounded.
“Sokka…”
“If something happened to you because of me- ” he stopped, jaw clenching briefly. “I couldn’t handle that.”
You looked at him quietly for a second. Then leaned forward and kissed him.
Slow.
Gentle.
The kind of kiss meant to calm more than anything else. Sokka melted into it immediately, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed securely at your waist like he still wasn’t ready to let go.
When you pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours.
“…I really liked that invention too,” he mumbled suddenly.
You laughed softly in surprise.
“There’s the Sokka I know.”
“I contain multitudes.”
You smiled warmly, brushing your nose lightly against his. “Well,” you murmured, glancing toward the smoking remains of the machine, “on the bright side…”
“What bright side?”
“You saved me very heroically.”
That finally made him smile properly.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Sokka’s arms tightened around you again, softer this time.
“…Worth ruining the invention then,” he said quietly.
Anyone would be interested in a cupid! Bachira x reader where Bachira can't do his job because he's actually madly in love with reader??? So he sabotages all her dates??? No one???
syn: as the intern assistant manager in blue lock, your responsibilities are endless and your salary is low. as if that wasn't already bad enough, you wind up drawing the distaste of new gen 11 player vivien hugo, and you don't even know what you did!
or in which, hugo falls in love with you at first sight, but you think he absolutely hates you.
wc: 814
notes: fem pronouns / fluff / no y/n used / ooc hugo / miscommunication-ish / they're both stupid your honor / reader is an intern assistant manager (is that a role probably not but who cares) / don't think too hard about how you got to bllk,,, just know that you are there
a/n: this is that idea i posted a little while ago, unfortunately i can't promise this is any good but if people like it enough i might do a little series with them since i do think it's the kind of idea that is better presented over multiple writings (i also realised that hugo's part sounds slightly... ominous/overtly serious (?) but at the same time it is hugo so.) enjoy!
it was supposed to be routine, just another part of your duties as an intern assistant manager to blue lock. helping the foreign teams accommodate, guiding them to training areas and other similar facilities, but how did it end up with france's vivien hugo basically breathing down your neck?!
to put the timeline into place, it started with ego ordering you to help some france players around the blue lock facility. you did ask why loki and charles couldn't just help themselves since, you know, they were here just awhile ago, but he ignored you. such is the life of an intern, you suppose…
anyhow, you greeted loki, charles, and the new member hugo when they arrived. you flowed into an easy conversation with charles, who was as excitable as always, but you couldn't shake the feeling of hugo's eyes piercing into your back, and for some reason it put your body into some form of fight-or-flight. maybe his tall and intimidating stature and blank face had something to do with it…
you could only smile with a slightly strained look as you showed them to one of the training grounds, already set with water bottles and towels for their use. you were more than eager to run away as soon as you could, lest you melt into a puddle of nerves thanks to hugo.
but before you could leave, a hand grabbed your wrist, cornering you, and you knew for a fact that neither loki nor charles was to blame. so, with a bated breath and a short prayer, you turned around to meet hugo's face, that was scarily close to yours.
"you didn't give me your name." his eyes, the pair of black holes that they are, threatened to swallow you whole. you can only hope that your gulp wasn't audible or noticeable.
stuttering out your name, you shook your hand free and effectively ran away with a flimsy excuse that ego had some work for you to finish. were all the new gens this intimidatingly weird?!
vivian hugo didn't expect to fall in love in japan, let alone in the blue lock facility.
he had seen some clips of the neo egoist league, mostly the pxg matches, but he swears you were never in them. because if you were, he would've gone to japan much, much earlier. hell, he might've even asked to transfer to pxg temporarily just to see you!
but destiny has a funny way of working, so hugo supposes there's no point lamenting something out of his control. it's more important that he gets to meet you now, isn't it?
everything about you has enraptured him at just the first glance. the way you smiled, the glimmer in your eyes, the tone of your voice… hugo knew in an instant that you were his other half, just as he is yours.
while you entertained charles in the front, hugo walked behind you next to loki. his eyes couldn't leave your figure even if he wanted to, not that he ever would. loki, seemingly noticing this laser focus, leaned over to him.
"what's with you?" loki asks him, low enough that charles's yapping could cover it perfectly.
"she's my soulmate." hugo replies with complete seriousness, that even loki stares at him with disbelief.
"sometimes i worry about you, hugo…"
when you later tried to run away like a skittish kitten, hugo couldn't let you go without at least knowing your name. he could ask loki or charles, but if he wanted to properly court you, he needs to hear it from you! besides, it's more attractive if a man is assertive, if his sister's favourite romance novels are anything to go by.
that's why hugo took your arm and cornered just like he's seen in all those popular movies, because this is the move that girls usually swoon over, right?
seeing you look up at him, wide-eyed and stuttering out your name, hugo felt like he could already hear the chiming of bells and a scenic place — maybe somewhere in france or japan, wherever you liked — decorated in white. his own heart stuttered, warmth blooming in his chest as he watched you run away. damn, he already hates to see you go, but he might just be in love with watching you leave.
"hugo, what was that?!" charles gawks, eyes as wide as saucers and jaw hanging open. said man was still staring at where you were just a minute ago, soaking in the feeling of being in such close proximity to you, before blinking and snapping himself out of the trance you had him in.
charles's question goes unanswered as hugo sets his bag down and slips off his jacket, preparing his warm-ups, now with a new dream in his mind.
by the end of the world cup, you will be his. it's your shared destiny, after all.
