I'm sorry I havent been very active guys, im just not doing very well mentally and I don't have much energy or motavation, so I probably will not be making the summer masterlist, I'm so sorry guys. I know I promised y'all but I'm not sure I was thinking straight when I said that. But just know, I love you guys so much and I hope you guys are doing well.
Idk if this is true, but I heard that someone is planning to try to k.ll, or possibly hurt illit members in their next fan meeting. What they are planning to do is inject plushies with a poison that can hurt/k.ll people, and the poison can cause cancer, or de.th. They are thinking to take it to illit’s next fan meeting. PLEASE spread awareness, (make other posts about it on other platforms, or reblog it if you can.) Thank you for reading, and SPREAD AWARENESS however you can !!
(I ALSO DO NOT KNOW IF THIS IS TRUE, BUT IF YOU KNOW IT IS/IS NOT, PLEASE TELL ME)
Hii can you do one where the bllk boys s/o meet their teammates and their reaction to their s/o
You can completely ignore me if u choose🥲
— ᨳଓ meet the team
Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi, Seishiro Nagi, Rin Itoshi
Sae Itoshi hated award ceremonies.
Too many cameras. Too many interviews. Too many people trying to talk to him when he had absolutely no interest in talking back, the only thing making tonight remotely tolerable was you.
His eyes lifted from his phone as you stepped out of the bedroom.
The black dress you wore hugged your figure perfectly, elegant without trying too hard. For a second, Sae forgot what he was doing. Then he stood up, grabbed your heels and purse before you could.
"You clean up nice."
You laughed.
"Just nice?"
His lips twitched.
"Beautiful."
The ride to the venue was peaceful. The second you walked through the entrance, however, the peace disappeared.
"SAEEE!"
You barely had time to react before a pink-haired blur appeared.
Sae's face immediately soured.
"Not him."
"Who?"
"Problem number one."
"YOU MUST BE Y/N!"
Shidou practically materialized in front of you and before you could answer, Sae's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his side.
"Eyes up." He murmured taking note of the way Shidou was looking at you.
"I'm just looking!"
"Look somewhere else."
Shidou grinned, "So possessive."
You couldn't help laughing which only encouraged him.
Unfortunately.
Within minutes, more of Sae's teammates began gathering around.
First came Aiku.
Then Sendou.
Then somehow half the room.
They'd all heard rumors about Sae's girlfriend, the mysterious woman he'd somehow managed to keep hidden for over a year.
Nobody expected you.
Especially not when you turned out to be warm, friendly, and willing to actually answer their questions.
Unlike your boyfriend.
"So how'd you two meet?"
"Does Sae smile around you?"
"Is he always this grumpy?"
"Has he ever laughed?"
"Are you being held hostage?"
You laughed while Sae looked increasingly annoyed, the traitors weren't even trying to hide it anymore.
"You know," Aiku said eventually, shaking his head, "I really wasn't expecting this."
You tilted your head.
"Expecting what?"
"This."
He gestured between you and Sae.
"You're sunshine."
Then he pointed at Sae.
"He's... whatever that is."
"Watch it."
Aiku ignored him.
"If he ever gets annoying, feel free to call me."
He handed you his phone. "Actually, here's my numb—"
The phone disappeared.
Everyone watched Sae slip it into his suit pocket.
Aiku stared.
"Did you just steal my phone?"
"No."
"Then why is it in your pocket?"
"It's confiscated."
"For what?!"
Sae draped an arm over your shoulders.
"Attempted theft."
Aiku looked offended.
"You can't steal your own teammate's girlfriend."
"You can try."
The smile Sae gave him wasn't a smile at all.
Aiku immediately backed up.
"Actually, you know what? Never mind."
Smart man.
— ᨳଓ
The Blue Lock boys had been begging Yoichi Isagi to bring you around for months.
Months.
Every practice, every group chat, every dinner.
"Do you even have a girlfriend?"
"Show us proof."
"What if he's lying?"
"Maybe she doesn't exist."
So when Isagi finally agreed to bring you to a team gathering, everyone was excited.
A little too excited.
The second you walked through the restaurant doors, Bachira spotted you.
"There she is!"
Every head turned.
You immediately froze, "There are more people here than I expected."
Bachira was first to greet you, followed quickly by the other men who were extremely curious about the woman dealing with Isagi.
And somehow, within twenty minutes, you'd completely won them over.
You laughed at Bachira's jokes.
Listened to Chigiri talk about training.
Complimented Reo's watch.
Asked Kunigami about his workout routine.
By the time dinner arrived, everyone adored you.
"Nah," Chigiri declared dramatically. "She's too nice for you."
"What?"
"Way too nice."
"I agree," Reo added.
"Guys."
"She's out of your league," Igaguri nodded.
"GUYS."
You laughed into your drink while Isagi buried his face in his hands.
— ᨳଓ
Seishiro Nagi didn't understand why everyone cared, you were his girlfriend.
That was it.
No big deal, but Apparently everyone else disagreed.
Especially Reo.
"Nagi."
"What?"
"Bring your girlfriend."
"Why?"
"Because I want to meet her."
"No."
Three weeks later, Nagi finally gave in.
The moment you arrived, Reo stood up so quickly he nearly knocked over his chair.
"NAGI."
"What?"
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME SHE WAS THIS PRETTY."
You blinked.
Nagi blinked.
Then Nagi wrapped an arm around your waist.
"Mine."
Reo looked offended, for starters he thought he was closer with Nagi and also because his alleged best friend thought he would try to take his girlfriend from him.
The rest of the team quickly gathered around.
Unlike Nagi, you were incredibly social, so everyone quickly realized how the relationship worked.
You handled people.
Nagi handled existing.
At one point, you left to grab another drink.
The second you were gone, everyone turned toward Nagi.
"How?"
"Huh?"
"How did YOU get her?"
Nagi shrugged.
"Asked."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"THAT'S IT?!"
Nagi yawned.
"Worked, didn't it?"
Unfortunately, he had a point.
— ᨳଓ
Nobody knew Rin Itoshi had a girlfriend.
Literally nobody.
It wasn't like he was hiding you, he just didn't like his teammates so he didn't feel the need to fill them in on personal matters.
So when he casually showed up to a training camp with you beside him, the entire facility stopped functioning.
"Who is that?"
"Is that Rin's sister?"
"He has a sister?"
"No, idiot."
Rin ignored all of it, you however, noticed immediately.
"I think they're staring."
"They are."
"Why?" You rubbed your arm nervously.
"Because they're stupid." He grabbed your hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.
"Rinnie, be nice. I'm sure they're just curious."
"I'm being nice."
You gave him a look.
He looked away.
Unlike Rin, you were approachable.
Which meant everyone immediately started talking to you.
The betrayal hit Rin almost instantly, one second you were standing beside him.
The next you were laughing with his teammates.
"Rin."
"Hm."
"Your girlfriend is really nice."
"So?"
"You aren't."
"..."
"Opposites really do attract." Isagi laughed.
The glare Rin sent Isagi nearly caused physical damage.
You eventually returned to Rin's side.
The moment you did, his mood visibly improved.
You smiled.
"Miss me?"
"No."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Not even a little?"
Rin silently reached for your hand.
Interlocking your fingers.
Never looking at you.
The entire team collectively lost their minds.
"HE'S HOLDING HANDS."
"HE'S BLUSHING."
"I'M NOT."
You looked up at him.
He was absolutely blushing.
I got in a wreck a few days ago AND started summer classes so I've been a little delayed on writing mb
If you do not support the following, lgbtq+, black + Asian + Latinx rights, women’s rights, and people’s valid opinion,I will kindly ask you to please get off of my blog.
nerd!kuna clinging to you like the needy little bastard that he is.
fluff
sukuna’s glasses were always crooked, perpetually sliding down the bridge of his ridiculous nose because he refused to get them adjusted, choosing instead to aggressively shove them back up with his middle finger like some sort of aggressive anime antagonist who just calculated the exact trajectory of your downfall.
sukuna was, by all societal standards, an absolute menace to the public. he was the kind of guy who would look at a professor’s doctoral thesis, snort, and point out a formatting error in the bibliography just to watch the man’s soul leave his body. he had a tongue like a razor blade and an ego that could easily collapse under its own gravitational pull. people avoided him in the hallways like he was carrying a highly contagious strain of the bubonic plague.
but right now? right now, the terrifying, sharp-tongued academic tyrant was currently sitting on your bedroom floor, his massive frame folded into an impossibly small pretzel shape, looking up at you with the big, watery eyes of a golden retriever that had just been told it was banned from the couch forever.
“please,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a raspy, pathetic register that would have shocked his classmates into actual cardiac arrest. “just five more minutes. let me finish the chemistry module for you. you’re going to mess up the stoichiometry, i know you are, your brain literally short-circuits when there are more than three variables.”
you didn’t even look up from your phone, merely shifting your leg to lightly tap the tip of your fuzzy sock against his shoulder. “‘kuna. what did i say about insulting my cognitive abilities while begging for my attention?”
the reaction was instantaneous. a shudder ran through his entire spine, his shoulders dropping as if you had just physically drained the battery out of his system. it was honestly hilarious how fast the bravado evaporated. this man could argue a literal judge into a corner, yet one tiny, unimpressed glance from you turned him into a heap of useless mush.
“i wasn’t insulting you,” he scrambled to say, his hands twitching over his mechanical pencil. he looked so profoundly desperate, his hair messy where he’d been aggressively running his fingers through it all afternoon. “it’s a statistical fact. a data-driven observation. but i’ll stop. i’ll shut up. just don’t move your foot.”
heaven forbid he lose the absolute luxury of being your makeshift footrest.
people at school always whispered about how you survived being around him. they assumed he was some kind of overbearing, controlling brute who probably lectured you on astrophysics until your ears bled. little did they know, the reality was so sickeningly sweet it would give a dentist a stroke. sukuna didn’t boss you around; he lived to be bosses around by you. he was a certified, card-carrying servant to your every whim, completely paralyzed by the mere concept of your affection.
“i need a snack,” you announced casually, tossing your phone onto the mattress.
before the sentence had even fully cleared your lips, sukuna was already on his feet. he practically launched himself into the air like he’s programmed exclusively for your convenience. his chair scraped loudly against the floorboards, and his glasses flew off his face entirely, clattering onto your rug.
“i’ll get it,” he said breathlessly, completely ignoring his lack of vision as he squinted down at you. “what do you want? chips? those ridiculous yogurt with chocolate cereal that you like? i bought three packs of them yesterday because the grocery store had a sale and i calculated that your dopamine levels drop by twelve percent on thursdays.”
you stared at him, a slow, amused smile spreading across your face. “you’re staring at the wall, ‘kuna. your glasses are by your foot.”
he fumbled around blindly, his face flushing a spectacular, furious shade of crimson that extended all the way to the tips of his ears. once he shoved the frames back onto his face, he refused to meet your eyes, stubbornly looking at your pillows instead. “i knew that. i was testing the structural integrity of your wall.”
“sure you were. c’mere.”
the command was soft, barely a whisper, but it had the exact same effect as a leash being yanked. sukuna practically melted, his knees giving out as he dropped heavily onto the edge of your bed. the weight of him divoted the mattress, but he made himself as small as humanly possible, hovering just inches away from you like a moth resisting the urge to throw itself directly into a raging bonfire.
he was so ridiculously large compared to you, a towering wall of muscle and bad attitude that somehow shrank into a puddle of warm wax whenever you reached out. you wrapped your fingers around the collar of his oversized, slightly stained hoodies—he always smelled like old library books and expensive coffee—and pulled him down.
sukuna let out a pathetic, low whine in the back of his throat, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck. his nose nudged against your collarbone, his hot breath tickling your skin as he inhaled deeply, as if he were trying to memorize your exact molecular structure. his large hands hovered awkwardly in the air, trembling slightly, before he cautiously rested them on your waist, squeezing just enough to anchor himself but gentle enough that he might as well have been holding a piece of wet tissue paper.
“you’re warm,” he mumbled, his voice completely muffled by your skin. all the sarcasm, all the biting mockery he utilized as a shield against the rest of the world, was completely gone. he was just a boy who loved you so much it clearly physically pained him. “stay still. if you move, i’ll fail my coding assignment on purpose.”
“no you won’t. your academic perfectionism wouldn’t let you,” you teased, running your fingers through his soft, undercut hair.
he groaned, the sound vibrating directly against your chest. “then i’ll delete the professor’s database. don’t test me. i’m a desperate man.”
“you really are,” you laughed, tilting his chin up so you could look at him.
up close, without the glare of his laptop screen reflecting off his lenses, he looked incredibly soft. his eyelashes were thick, casting shadows over his sharp eyes that were currently wide and dilated, staring at your lips with a terrifying level of devotion. it was the kind of look that made your stomach do a backflip—a raw, unadulterated hunger that was entirely domestic. he looked at you the way an ancient astronomer might look at a newly discovered galaxy, completely awestruck and entirely out of his depth.
“can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. it was a question he asked a thousand times a day, always terrified that he was somehow overstepping, always needing that explicit confirmation that he was allowed to touch you.
“obviously, you idiot.”
sukuna might have been a disaster at small talk, but he possessed an terrifyingly precise memory, and he had memorized exactly how you liked to be kissed down to the millisecond. he tilted your head back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hip, his lips moving against yours with a slow, agonizing sweetness that made your toes curl. he tasted like the sweet tea you’d shared earlier, and he kissed you like you were the only source of oxygen left on a dying planet.
he pulled back just a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing shallow. “i fuckin’ hate everyone else,” he whispered against your lips, a sudden, fierce rush of affection making his grip on your waist tighten. “they’re all so painfully stupid. but you... you’re perfect. it’s infuriating how much i need you to like me.”
“i do like you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back down. “even when you’re a snob.”
“i’m not a snob, i’m just statistically superior to the general population,” he mumbled, though there was absolutely no bite to it as he eagerly met your lips again, completely surrendered to the absolute chaos of being entirely yours.
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