helloooo, ummm first have you seen the art you do, it's chef kisses incredible and second imagine with marc snuffy, loki, noel noa, lavinho, chris prince, jinpache ego, chigiri, gagamura, karasu, barou, kaiser, ness, raichi, bunny iglesias and shidou (I know there are a lot) but what kind after a training they go home tired and their girlfriend makes them an incredible dinner (or I know she knows a lot about gastronomy and all that) and they get a little sentimental, or they feel more attracted to you a huge kiss on that beautiful face you have beautiful and gorgeous person :33
⋆˚꩜｡welcome home || chris, ego, chigiri, and gagamaru
part 1 -> click here!
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ fluff, suggestive, fem reader, established relationship, aged up
You had spent the past hour making dinner for you and your husband. Patiently waiting for him to arrive home from his long day at practice. It wouldn’t be long till he had to leave for Japan, so you were wanting to make the most of your limited time with him before he had to leave.
Chris walked through the front door, setting his bag down and leaning against the door. Giving him a second to relish in the fact he was finally in the comfort of his home. “My love, I’m home.” He hummed, smelling the scent of your delicious cooking.
The blonde made his way into the kitchen and quickly went to you. Engulfing you into a hug from behind as he kissed the top of your head. Taking a peak at the food you were currently plating.
“Hm, my favorite? What’s the occasion?” He questioned as you felt the smirk he wore. “Does there have to be an occasion for me to make your favorite?” You laughed moving out of his hold to face him.
Chris nodded like it was obvious. “Yes, totally!”
You smiled and pushed a plate of food into his hands. “You’re leaving soon right? For the blue lock thing, I wanted to make you your favorite before you left.”
Your words sounded simple yet they meant a lot to him. His eyes softened as the two of you sat down at the table together. “Thank you my love. This means a lot.” He spoke quietly, already taking bites of the meal.
Your heart warmed from his words, “I’m glad, eat up we have plenty more."
After dealing with a bunch of teens all day, Ego was completely at his limit. Grumbling as he pulled his keys out to let him inside his home. Being immediately greeted with the peaceful atmosphere of his living room, the sound of an audio book playing and the smell of food.
He slipped his shoes off and wandered around the home until he walked into the kitchen where his wife was busy cooking. “Ah Jin, welcome home.” You greeted walking up to him as he hummed lolling his head to the side.
Allowing you to reach up and loosen his tie for him. Something you did each time he came home. Your hands moved up and cupped his face bringing him down to place a kiss to his lips.
“You look exhausted.” You noted making your husband roll his eyes. “They’re all brats, I swear.”
You laughed moving back to finish prepping the food. Listening to your husband rant about the teen soccer players he had to watch over and coach.
“I made your favorite by the way.” You cut into his ranting. Ego’s eyes went to the pot you were stirring and his mouth watered at the sight of the home cooked ramen.
“I knew I married you for a reason…” He murmured, making you scoff, “Hey what’s that supposed to mean!”
“Exactly what I said.” He shrugged maneuvering around you to make his bowl. Shaking your head you made your own bowl of food then joined him at the dining table, the both of you murmuring “Thank you for the food!” before digging in.
Chigiri’s legs were sore after the amount of training he did. Moving through the threshold of the front door, practically dragging his bag on the ground and just dropping it aimlessly near the shoe compartment.
His drowsy eyes lighting up after smelling your cooking.
After hearing the front door shut you peaked your head out of the kitchen and smiled at the sight of your husband. “Hyoma you’re home!”
You immediately went to him and kissed him after embracing, he kissed you back–gently wrapping his arms around you.
“Are you hungry? I made your favorite.” You questioned noticing how exhausted he looked. “Yes, please. You’re the best.” Your husband went to freshen up as you finished dinner. Plating the food and setting up the table as he left to shower.
Chigiri shortly came back and sat at the table, raising a glass of water to his lips as you both began to eat dinner. “So I got the weekend free.” He informed easily , catching your attention.
“Finally, it’s been ages.” you hum already thinking of things the two of you could do.
After dinner the two laid on the couch, a movie abandoned in the background as Chigiri had you on his lap, kissing you slowly–fully content with the situation. “You should be resting Hyo…” You whisper, only receiving a groan in reply. The red-head moved his lips to your neck leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin.
“I’ll rest tomorrow…”
Gagamaru came home quicker than normal, everything from his mind to his body was exhausted. All he needed was you. His wife.
“Welcome home Gin.” You smile standing near the door as he was taking his shoes off. “Mm steak?” He muttered sniffing the air. You nodded as he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. “Yes, I saw it at the butcher shop–it looked delicious.” You hum, raising your hand to run through his hair, slipping it out of his hair tie.
Gagamaru groaned unconsciously, putting more weight onto you. “Hey hey, the food will get cold…” The sound of your laugh made your husband weak.
He easily picked you up and carried you to the dining room noticing you had the table set with the food on the plates.
The male didn’t let you go as he sat down with you on his lap. He used both hands to cut the steak up and fed it to you. Even though you tried to get him to let you eat on your own.
After a bit you gave in and rested against him. Him mumbling how good the food was and that you should make steak more often.
After eating, the two of you went into the bedroom where Gagamaru just fully melted on top of you. His face buried in your breasts as he fell asleep.
So glad to see a blog writing for Blue Lock! Not many people are fans of Ego, which I totally understand. If he's a character you don't write for, please disregard this ask! If you do write for him I was wondering what are a few headcanons he has that he is starting to fall for the reader? How do these signs gradually escalate that he knows it's something stronger rather than a fleeting attraction? And because I'm a simp for this insufferable man... what types of kisses does he like to give once he's in a relationship? These all boil down to romantic headcanons for him essentially. Dating him seems like a noteworthy feat tbh. Goodness.
ROMANTIC HEADCANONS!
FEATURING: jinpachi ego!
A/N: ahhhh ego is such a fun character to write omg thank you so much for this ask 😭 and you are 1000% right, getting this man to fall for you is definitely a lifetime achievement. put it on your resume ;)
this eccentric man has ZERO idea what the words "romantic feelings" mean
like... is that a brand of instant noodle? if so, sign him up
that is, until you came along and changed everything
you intrigue him so deeply, you're like a puzzle awaiting to be solved
no other human being has caught his interest this much, because otherwise you would be no more than the marble tiles underneath his feet
he doesn't confront you about how weirdly you make him feel, he only observes from afar as he attempts to crack your code
i feel like he wouldn't be attracted purely for looks, which is evident because there is a gorgeous, largely busted woman constantly working beside him, yet he's never caught feelings for her (your looks are a big plus in his book, though)
instead, he would be attracted to your mind, after the two of you had shared a brief, yet intellectually stimulating conversation
and boy, you had him hooked
it was like your ideas were ricocheting off of each other, which is a once in a lifetime event for ego and his outlandish concepts
but the attraction was not one-sided, no; ego was such an interesting, unique, and captivating character to you
you had never once met someone as eccentric as him, and it intrigued you
it was like he automatically demanded the attention of everyone inside of any room he strode into, and you were no exception
you two start spending your lunches together, sharing crappy instant noodles and discussing the selfishness of the human heart
"do you believe that, say... devoting your heart to someone else can still be viewed as selfish?"
"incredibly so. you see; the concept of love was first introduced as a way for the human race to further their own bloodline; reproduce, pass down their genes, their tales, their lives. this way, they become immortal."
"would you pass up the opportunity to become immortal, though?"
"of course not."
... yeah. kind of a BS confession, but you were smart enough to pick up on it ;)
never one for PDA. ever.
since the two of you are like the boss bitches of any room you enter, everyone is lowkey scared of you both
just imagine the power of you two in bomb ass tailor-made suits, dominating everywhere you turn
you don't even need pda to establish your dominance
in private, however, ego opens up a little more
but his physical affection is still very limited
ego's kisses are incredibly fleeting and teasing; expect the slightest brush of his lips on the corners of your mouth or your eyebrows
he knows how to keep you on edge at all times; always slightly upping the ante and leaving you daydreaming about that tiny display of affection for weeks
he's an extremely intense person, so i imagine he would do this thing where he stoops down to your face level, plants a firm hand on the top of your head, and just stares into your eyes
for a looooooooong time
it scared you at first, like really really scared you, but you've learned that this is his unique way of showing affection to you
also his eyes are really entrancing.. they're so dark and full of secrets
now, you can't help but attempt to keep your laughter at bay while ego bores his eyes into you
and sometimes, juuust sometimes, if you're extra super duper lucky, he'll crack the tiniest smile in return. THE TINIEST.
Imagine Yandereplier’s Reaction To You Thinking He’s Joking When He Ask You Out
(A/N: oof! Haven’t heard Yandereplier in yeeeears! notreallybutitfeelslikeforeversueme)
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Yan felt his heart drop, just like the smile that was once on your lovely face before he’d ask you the intimate question. Would you like to go out with me? This question was so universal that it should have been so simple to say or to reply to, but it wasn’t. It took Yan several months of courage building, and other more gruesome methods, before he even thought about approaching you at your locker. When he did though, he felt his stomach flutter with nervousness and giddy excitement, all of which had been smashed to the ground by the horrified expression on your face after he’d asked.
To the dark-haired boy, your body language gave off the implications that you had absolutely no romantic desires, and felt very negatively towards him. To you, however, you thought this was a joke. It wouldn’t be the first time, so who could blame you for the anxious beating of you heart the moment the words fell from his lips. It really was a shame too, because Yan never seemed like the type of guy to do something like that, or to you at least. He was always kind with you, albeit kind of shy every now and then, but nonetheless kind. Every time you’d have a friendly chat, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, and never once made you feel bad about being so excited to talk about your interest. Not too mention he was very generous as well. If you needed help with some homework, Yan was always your go to study buddy. He’d take time from his busy schedule, and while he never told you what it was he did, it never really mattered because he’d stop it to come help you out. Other than being ready to lend a hand, Yan also assisted in letting you borrow pencils, pens, paper, any school supplies and sometimes even other things like a new movie release or video game.
Overall, Yan was a really great guy and an even better friend, which just made this whole situation even more gut wrenching for you. Shoulders stiffening, and brows down turned into a scowl, you turned back to your locker to slam it shut.
“You’re horrible you know that, Yan? I thought you were my friend, but friends don’t ask something so serious to get a few good chuckles.”
Yan’s brows knitted in confusion at the genuine hurt in your voice. What did you mean by a few good chuckles? Did you think he was trying to toy with you? He’d never do that, and just the thought itself made him feel disgusted to his core. He was shocked by what you had said, this whole time expecting you to call him a creep and say you’d never go out with him in a very deep seeding way, but this, this was something he’d ever expected.
Snapping from his thinking at the sounds of your retreating footsteps to class, Yan quickly ran to catch up with you.
“(y,n) wait! I wasn’t-“
“-Wasn’t what Yan? Wasn’t being serious? Yeah, I know! I know because you wouldn’t be the first one to ask me out on a dare. I know, because you wouldn’t be the first to get all cozy and friendsy with me to make this whole thing even funnier.”, you sharply turned around, tears pricking at your eyes, and tone dripping with pain and spite.
Swallowing thickly, a single tear escaped you, a single digit jabbing Yan in the chest.
“You’re a little too late to the party, Yan. I picked up the signs six people ago.”
You went to leave with hope that there would still be enough time in the passing period to wipe your face in the bathroom before the next class, but a warm, calloused hand grasped your smaller one the second it started to drift away. Looking back and ready to fight another round, your piercing gaze was caught by Yans soft, and very hurt one. You felt your body slack and glare slowly fade in your own confusion.
The ego was silent for a few moments, eyes drifting to the schools white flooring. Breathing out a sigh, he looked back up to your eyes with an expression of utter sadness, but at the same time admiration.
“I would never joke about anything concerning you, especially something as serious as asking you out. The thought alone makes me feel sick to my stomach, and knowing that you’ve been hurt by some jerk offs in such a way makes my blood boil!”, Yan’s teeth gritted together in rage, and for a moment the grip on your hand almost tightened painfully, but just as quickly relaxed as he went on.
“(y,n), I. . .it’s probably a bit early to say this, but I love you and I mean that with every fiber of my being. You’re truly an amazing person, and I’d be a fool to not have fallen for you during our friendship. I know that what I feel for you is real. Everyday I wake up, excited and ready to go to school just to see you, and whenever I’m in any proximity to you I feel my heart pound and my head gets dizzy, because, well because all it can think of is you. All I can think of is you! And while I’m ecstatic that we’re friends, it pains me to no end that we’re not something more.”
Your gaze fell to Yan’s hands, both of which were now holding yours, every word and every emotion with it sinking into you. You’ve had people do this, run up to you after jokingly asking you out with declarations of love and being serious only for them to pull out a camera the moment you’d start to think that maybe you over reacted. Yet, something about Yan and the emotions that poured from his own declaration were much more different. They sunk into you, made your stomach feel light and cheeks warm with the disbelief that you could make someone feel that way. Make them pine and just so infatuated with you that it was almost like you were some kind of obsession. Yan’s confession made your heart beat, not in anticipation to be made fun of, but of a fluttering, hopeful warmth.
Yan could see that his words had some effect on you, recognizing that thoughtful look of yours he’d come to find very much adorable, but he could also recognize the glint of hesitation your eyes. Feeling his intent, yet concerned stare, you slowly looked back up to him.
“How can I be sure?”, you mumbled, practically a whisper.
Yan walked forward, his hands sliding up your arms as he etched closer.
“Go out with me. One date, one date that’s all, and you can decide from there.”, he professed, though he might not have meant the last part whole heartedly.
You mulled his suggestion over before nodding and closing the distance between you both in a hug he was more than happy to take. Yan couldn’t help but to hold you tighter once he fully felt you against him; his heart and soul dancing on cloud nine in complete bliss at finally having you, and his mind plotting in a disturbing darkness of what hell he’d unleash on those who made you forever hurt.
