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Blue Lock characters and the way they pine after you
Characters: Isagi, Bachira, Rin & Kaiser x reader
Disclaimer: Don't take anything to heart, everything I write is from my perspective and how I perceive characters, so if it's OOC yeah, that's kind of sad. Now enjoy! :)
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Isagi Yoichi
Obvious and clingy pining
When Isagi Yoichi has a crush, he becomes a stuttering and blushing mess whenever you come near. It's literally so obvious that his friends snicker behind him whenever his head immediately shoots to the direction where he'd heard your voice or name, or when his gaze lingers on you longer than would be considered normal.
Though, despite him becoming flushed by your presence, he will actively seak out your company.
Going to the grocery? You can count on him to follow you. Cooking? He might not be a Michelin chef, but he'll offer you his help. (Spoiler alert: he did not help. He's absolutely a disaster in the kitchen). Watching a movie? He'll sit near you, mabe not that close that your ellbows would be touching, but close enough to feel his body warmth.
His friends tease him about his obvious behaviour, but when it comes to you, he's an utterly useless sap.
And well, who could blame him?
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Bachira Meguru
Attention seeking and tactile pining
Bachira Meguru is tactile. But moreso when he has a crush.
Whenever you would be walking side by side, it's a given that his arms would occasionally brush yours. When you look up, he'll give you the most cheeky and warm grin known to mankind.
Just know that hugs are a daily occurence when Bachira is involved. Cuddling against each other on the couch when watching a movie, to a side hug with his nose pressing into your shoulder whenever you're cooking.
And, well, Bachira Meguru is a ball of sunshine, and he needs your attention to shine even brighter.
When your eyes drift over to someone else, or you're too long upholding a conversation with someone that isn't him, he'll become extra loud and whiny, frequently pulling your arm and pouting, until you finally relent, and give him your full attention, all the while profuselt apologising to the other person.
A few minutes later, when your eyes are only for him, he'll beam at you and go on on his merry way. Any trace of his childish pouting disappeared from his face.
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Itoshi Rin
Small acts of service and remembering details pining
Okay, let's be real. Itoshi Rin is a little bit emotionally stunted, so he would definitely not be obvious in his pining.
The trick lies in the more finer details. For example him bringing an extra hairtie or umbrella, because he knows you'll forget yours. He'll hand you to the item, without looking you into the eye, grumbling a "no problem" underneath his breath. But if you look closer, you'll see the tips of his ears turn slightly red.
And when you talk, he might appear disinterested, with his aloof air, the constant sighing and the stoic set of his eyes, but he'll remember a passing detail from a conversation from weeks ago, and bring it up later.
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Michael Kaiser
Touchy and flaunting pining
Michael Kaiser is a flashy guy. Everthing he does is humongous, perfect, and absolutely so him. (Aka; outstanding, but with the best intentions).
He'll never pass up the opportunity to talk about you, or if that isn't possible, he'll make sure that everyone knows that you belong with him. A selfie with him on his socials? His socials consist of 95% of you. Bringing your name up during interviews? Watch the Youtube compilations of "Michael Kaiser being in love for ten minutes straight". And of course, having you attend all his football games, making sure that there's always a seat reserved for you.
But outside from that, Michael Kaiser is also, a really, tactile guy. Whenever in passing, he'll card his hands through your locks, enjoying the feeling of your silky hair brushing against his fingertips. Or when someone else will come too close to you, he'll draw his arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, all the while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and shooting complacent looks at the other person.
After all, what were they, compared to him?
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Big ahh lobster boii
Hiii. I really love ur work . Could I request reader x Rin wedding ?
a/n: hihii anon!! Thank you sm for liking my works !! Oh my gosh this idea is so cute, thank you sm for requesting! Enjoy the oneshot !!
Itoshi Rin x Reader !
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“Always Yours”
Rin never liked crowds.
Even now, standing in front of a sea of faces, the tailored suit clinging to his frame and his heart thudding like a steady beat against his ribs—he still didn’t like them.
But he didn’t mind it today.
Because at the end of that long aisle, wearing white like she was born to shine, was you.
The only person who ever looked at him like he wasn’t in second place.
Like he was enough.
His fingers twitched slightly, tucked into his pockets as he tried to breathe slowly. Sae stood off to the side as his best man, eyes watching Rin with something unreadable. Their parents were in the front row, proud expressions that had always been for Sae—yet now? Even they were clapping for him.
But Rin didn’t care about them.
He cared about you.
Because when he met you, all the years of being “the other Itoshi” didn’t feel so heavy.
You smiled at him like he was your favorite sight in the world. You listened to his silences. You knew his sharp words weren’t meant to push away—but protect. And you stayed, even when he didn’t think anyone ever would.
And now you were walking down the aisle, eyes locked with his, with that soft smile only meant for him.
As you reached him, Rin took your hands in his, slightly trembling, but firm. His voice was low, but steady.
“I’ve always been in someone else’s shadow,” he murmured, just for you. “But with you… I feel like I’m finally standing in the light.”
You blinked back tears, squeezing his hands. “You’ve always been the sun to me, Rin. You just didn’t know it yet.”
The ceremony continued, soft and sweet, but the real moment was when Rin leaned in, forehead brushing yours after the vows, and whispered, “I love you. I’ll never stop choosing you.”
And when you kissed him, Rin finally understood—
This wasn’t just a wedding.
This was the first day of a life where he was never second again.
Not when he had you.
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Thank you sososo much for reading !! This was in my drafts hehe (ㆁωㆁ).
Portrait of Rin
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how easy it would be to forge itoshi rin’s signature.
“What’re you doing?”
Rin sat on your bed, his back pressed against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. Your dorm was decent, neat in some areas, and cluttered in others—nothing too bad to the point where it was concerning. The desk was stacked with books and loose papers, a mug of half-finished tea sat forgotten on the little kitchen counter, and the walls were decorated with a mix of posters that he remembered you saying that you liked, candid polaroids, and lots of memorabilia.
You sat cross-legged beside him, practically bouncing as you shoved your scrapbook into his lap, your excitement bubbling over like always. Rin had long since learned that when you got like this, there was no stopping you—only surviving.
Surviving meant just going with whatever it is that you wanted.
“You have to sign this page,” you said, pointing eagerly at a newly decorated spread.
“It’s for today, so I don’t forget it.”
Rin glanced down.
The page was filled with doodles—some of him, some of a soccer ball, and what seemed to be a very lopsided drawing of a goalpost. You’d also glued a small Polaroid of you two together from earlier, where you had ambushed him for a selfie after his practice.
Without a word, he picked up the pen (a glittery navy blue one, if he may add) you handed him and flipped to the empty space at the bottom of the page. He’d done this enough times that he didn’t need to think about it. With fluid, precise strokes, he wrote his full name: Itoshi Rin.
No embellishments, no fancy loops, just his name.
As soon as he finished, you leaned over to inspect it.
You blinked.
Then blinked again.
“That’s it?” you asked, tilting your head.
Rin frowned. “What?”
“I mean…” You pursed your lips, squinting at his handwriting like you were analyzing a piece of evidence. “Your signature is so simple. I could probably forge it.”
Rin immediately shot you a warning look, as if already giving you an internal monologue. “Don’t.”
“But it’s so easy,” you said, dragging out the last word as you grinned. “Like, I could totally get away with it.”
He sighed, running a hand down his face.
“Why would you want to?”
“Well,” you hummed, tapping your chin in exaggerated thought. “What if I need to sign something important on your behalf? Like, let’s say you’re too busy being a famous soccer player, and I need to approve some official documents for you.”
“You don’t.”
“But what if?” You smiled, leaning closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What if a brand deal needs your signature, and you’re not around, and the deadline is right now? I could save the day.”
“You’d get arrested for fraud.”
“Would I, though?” You poked his arm, and Rin shrugged with a quick, quiet sigh. “Because I’m pretty sure your manager would just be like, ‘Wow, what a responsible lover! Always taking care of Rin!’”
Rin’s face fell flat.
“No, they’d be like, ‘Wow, what a criminal. Get them arrested immediately.’”
You laughed, completely unbothered. “Okay, fine, I won’t forge your signature for business deals. But, hypothetically speaking, what if I had to? Like, say I get kidnapped—”
Rin groaned, already regretting engaging in this conversation.
“Why are you kidnapped now?”
“Because!” You gestured dramatically.
“Some rival team wants to use me as leverage against you. They tell me, ‘If Rin doesn’t throw his next match, we’ll make you disappear!’”
He let out a slow breath. “Then I’d just find you.”
“Oh?” You awed, tilting your head. “You’d come rescue me?”
Rin didn’t even hesitate.
Why would he?
“Obviously.”
For a brief moment, you paused, your playful demeanor faltering as you stared at him. Then, just as quickly, you shook off the thought and cheekily smiled.
“Okay, okay, new scenario,” you continued. “What if you get kidnapped—”
“Why am I getting kidnapped now?”
“Because you’re Rin Itoshi! Maybe some crazy fan takes you hostage, or a rival team wants to sabotage you, or, I don’t know, some billionaire wants to add you to their private collection of elite soccer players.”
“That’s not how people work.”
“Well, whatever the reason,” you said, waving a hand, “you’re held captive, and they demand that you sign a fake retirement letter so you can never play soccer again. But! You refuse because you’re stubborn, so they bring me in and tell me, ‘Forge his signature, or else!’”
Rin leaned his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes. He could feel you draping your legs over his, and he made no move to try to move them away. “I hate that you put this much thought into these things.”
“Come on, it’s fun.”
“No, it’s exhausting.”
“Well, since you refuse to make your signature harder to copy, you better hope no one actually tries to forge it.”
He cracked an eye open to give you a skeptical look. “Are you planning to?”
You gasped, placing a hand over your heart like he had just accused you of the worst crime imaginable. “Me? Your beloved? I would never commit fraud against you.”
Rin didn’t look convinced.
“Okay, okay,” you relented, leaning back against the pillows. “I won’t forge your signature. But you should really think about making it cooler. Maybe add a little flourish?”
“No.”
“An underline?”
“No.”
“A small soccer ball doodle at the end?”
“No.”
You pouted. “You have no fun.”
“And you have too much.”
You laughed again before turning your attention back to the scrapbook. Running a finger over his signature, you muttered, “Still, I bet I could copy it.”
Rin reached over and flicked your forehead.
“Ow!” You swatted at him, though there was no real force behind it.
He clicked his tongue, though softly. “Try it, and I’ll make sure you never get to hold my autograph again.”
You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me.”
You huffed before flopping onto your stomach, burying your face into the bed. “You’re so mean.”
“And you’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you like me anyway.”
Rin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for your scrapbook, flipping through the pages filled with their memories. His name was already scrawled across several of them, marking the proof of your time together.
“Next time,” you said, peeking at him, “I’m making you sign in cursive.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No.”
“Just wait and see, Rin. I’ll wear you down eventually.”
Rin exhaled slowly. If it were anyone else, he would have dismissed the idea entirely. But this was you. If there was one thing he had learned about you, it was that you were relentless.
And, somehow, he didn’t really mind.
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Sakamoto Days Cour 2 visual!
ITOSHI RIN's sleep schedule always gets so messed up because he always tries to match your timezone. this man could be eight hours behind or ahead and still stay awake until ungodly hours because:
one – that's when you're free. he knows your sleep schedule like the back of his hand. when you sleep, when you wake up, when you go to work or school, when you eat, when you shower. it's your fault for oversharing and assuming he wouldn't remember.
two – he misses you. your hugs were his main way of expressing his love; how he would tighten his arms around you in return, how he would nuzzle his nose into your skin and focus on your touch. and now he can't do that at all? because you're miles away? torture.
three – you miss him! his face always burns like crazy when he sees all of the texts you send him, telling him you miss him and want to see him play soon, he can't stand it. it may not look like it, but his hands are itching to call you, or even just text back, but he can't. believe it or not, it truly pains him seeing the plethora of dramatic crying emojis, because he can't help but think "maybe that's how you're actually feeling right now?". you're crying? he's about this close to having a meltdown.
finally, once he's back at home, rin just stands there at the door, leaning his weight on you and simply taking you in. his eye bags are heavy, barely any thoughts crossing through his mind, just you. right there and then, he fell asleep while hugging you, which was not planned, but he couldn't help it. on the bright side, he would get to cuddle with you and have you right by his side; something he's been missing for ages.
Happy birthday, No. 1!! 🧩🎉
Happy birthday isagiiii
Lovesick! Itoshi Rin who started pushing you away the moment he felt you might become someone important to him.
Lovesick! Rin who was afraid of letting you in, of showing you his true self because he was afraid of you not loving him back and leaving him behind like his brother did.
Lovesick! Rin who despite trying his best not to fall for you couldn't help but curse his stupid heart as he found himself unable to live without you in his life.
Lovesick! Rin who finally gave in and accepted his love for you, after struggling to not fall for you all this time, knowing he failed miserably.
Lovesick! Rin who then found how much more he enjoyed life when with you, how much he loved the way you saw the world, how much he loved the way you saw him.
Lovesick! Rin who knew you were the one when he realised you had seen all of him, the good, the bad, the truly disgusting side which even he couldn't stomach, and still stayed, still loved him.
Just Lovesick! Rin who thought you would ruin him, but you ended up making him a better version of himself, something he now knows he wouldn't have become without you.
©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)
Bro’s the Type to…
Kaiser, rin, sae, shidou, reo, nagi
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Kaiser
-Bro’s the type to send you smug selfies with the caption, “Miss me yet?” even if you just saw him.
-Bro’s the type to act like he doesn’t care about your praise, but if you don’t compliment his plays, he will pout.
-Bro’s the type to call you right after a game just to hear your voice. If he lost, he won’t admit he needs comfort, but you can hear it in his voice when he asks, “Did you watch?”
-Bro’s the type to joke about being your one true love, but deep down, he means it.
Rin
-Bro’s the type to get so excited when he sees you that he accidentally smiles too big—then immediately tries to play it cool.
-Bro’s the type to take mental notes on your favorite things and surprise you with them without a word.
-Bro’s the type to glare at the ground after a bad game, but if you come up and say, “You did well,” he won’t admit it, but it fixes everything.
-Bro’s the type to pretend he doesn’t care about PDA, but his hand is always hovering near yours.
Sae
-Bro’s the type to act like he’s so unbothered when you cheer for him, but if you ever stop? He will notice immediately.
-Bro’s the type to wordlessly place his jacket over your shoulders if you’re cold—and then pretend it was never a thing.
-Bro’s the type to give you advice on anything with a straight face but gets secretly soft when you take it to heart.
-Bro’s the type to sigh dramatically if you’re late to meet him but will always wait without complaint.
Shidou
-Bro’s the type to pull you into a hug so tight it lifts you off the ground—just because he felt like it.
-Bro’s the type to flirt shamelessly in public but will lowkey actually get flustered if you flirt back.
-Bro’s the type to call you in the middle of the night just to say, “Bet you were dreaming about me.”
-Bro’s the type to start fights on the field just to impress you. (Was it necessary? No. Did he do it anyway? Absolutely.)
Reo
-Bro’s the type to say, “You don’t need to buy anything, I got you,” before you even ask.
-Bro’s the type to get irrationally jealous if you compliment someone else’s skills.
-Bro’s the type to hold your hand under the table when he’s nervous about a game—he swears he’s not, but he totally is.
-Bro’s the type to look at you like you hung the moon but pretends he doesn’t when you call him out.
Nagi
-Bro’s the type to drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and say, “Wake me up when it’s time to leave.”
-Bro’s the type to get lowkey possessive if someone else makes you laugh—but he’ll just copy their joke to one-up them.
-Bro’s the type to steal your snacks and act like it was a “tax” for dating him.
-Bro’s the type to mumble “Too much effort…” but will drop everything if you need something.
What is with the constant fetishisation of rape and SA on this app and in fan fiction?? I get people have their kinks n shit but rape??? Really???
Not only that but the amount of pedophilia and incest is insane😟
I try not to be judgemental but I don’t get why you would want to read about yourself or someone else being SA how does that not make you uncomfortable and normalising shit like that is so not okay. It is not romance. It is not dark romance. It’s abuse and it’s gross.
I get that people are into different things and that you can’t control what you like most of the time but the normalisation of this stuff is crazy and so damaging especially to minors and victims.
I get CNC like atleast there’s consent in that but straight up violent rape fiction is weird and scary.
Anyway thanks for reading my lil rant!! love you all, stay happy and safe MWAH 💋
Edit: I have a reblog answering a few questions 🫶
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original post from reomikage on IG!!
Hello Mar, I love your writing and the answers to the requests you've received thus far (especially the plushie one).
How would Kaiser, Rin & Sae react to their so being incapable of kicking a soccer ball? They either miss kicking it entirely due to lack of coordination and ehen they do kick it, it doesn't roll very far.
Thank you!
Their S/O Being Incapable of Kicking a Soccer Ball
a/n-HELL YEAH GIRLL yall are litterally so creative w those requests i always can't wait to write them!
Enjoyy:>
- Kaiser, Sae, Rin
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Michael Kaiser
Kaiser had never seen anything quite like this before.
"Liebling, what was that?" he asked, barely holding back his laughter as he watched you attempt to kick the soccer ball for the third time—only to miss it entirely. You stood there, foot still raised mid-air, blinking down at the completely untouched ball.
"I—I just miscalculated," you muttered, cheeks burning as you placed your foot back on the ground. "Let me try again."
Kaiser smirked, folding his arms. "Oh, by all means. This is the most entertainment I’ve had in weeks."
You huffed and squared your shoulders. This time, determined not to fail, you swung your foot back and kicked with all your might.
The ball rolled exactly two feet forward.
Silence. Then Kaiser burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he doubled over. "Mein Gott, Liebling! That was precious. Are you sure you’re not secretly a pro?" He swiped a tear from his eye before sauntering over and ruffling your hair. "I think you should stick to watching me play instead. You’re much cuter that way."
You groaned, shoving his hand off. "You're the worst."
He only grinned. "And yet, you still love me."
Itoshi Rin
Rin was usually a patient man. Usually.
"How… how are you this bad at it?" he asked, staring at you in utter disbelief.
You scowled at him, arms crossed. "It’s harder than it looks! I don’t have a foot made of steel like you."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, let’s try again. Stand properly. Balance your weight. And for the love of god, look at the ball."
You tried. You really did. But once again, your foot barely made contact, causing the ball to pathetically wobble forward.
Rin exhaled sharply through his nose. "That’s it. We're not leaving until you kick it properly."
Your eyes widened. "Rin, no."
"Rin, yes."
"I swear, if you make me do drills—"
"Start running."
"I hate you."
"No, you don’t. Now, again."
Itoshi Sae
Sae was unimpressed. That much was obvious.
He watched as you lined up for another attempt. The first few times, you'd whiffed completely. The fourth time, you'd made contact, but the ball had barely budged. And now? Now you were overthinking it so much you looked like a robot about to malfunction.
With a long sigh, Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're not fighting for your life. Just kick the damn ball."
"I'm trying!" you snapped, frustration bubbling over. "Some of us aren’t soccer prodigies, y'know."
Sae raised an eyebrow. "Clearly."
You turned away with a scowl, but before you could kick again, you felt hands on your waist. Your breath hitched as Sae leaned down, his voice low in your ear. "Here. Let me show you."
His foot ghosted over yours, adjusting your stance. He guided your leg back and forward, helping you make clean contact with the ball. It rolled smoothly across the grass.
He stepped back, crossing his arms. "See? Simple."
You turned to him with a glare. "Yeah, well, it’s easier when you're practically doing it for me."
Sae smirked. "So, you admit you need me."
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth on your face betrayed you. "Shut up."
He let out a soft chuckle, ruffling your hair before walking off. "Come on. Let’s try again. Maybe in another hundred years, you’ll actually get decent."
You groaned. This was going to be a long day.
MIKAGE REO thinks he’s having a heart attack when he finds out you’ve been falling asleep on public transport.
it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust them.
when you decline his offer of letting him pay for uber rides, he has half the mind to snatch your phone out of your hands and key in his card details himself. you don’t have the heart to tell him that private hires aren’t the safest option either.
he wasn’t even supposed to know, nagi just happened to be on the same train as you were and sent him a picture of you slumped in a corner seat. that snitch.
it’s not a play on control when he lightly reprimands you for being careless, and it’s not a show of affluence when he insists on having his chauffeur pick you up moving forward. he just wants you to be safe, and he’ll do anything in his power to keep it that way.
you’re his treasure after all.
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notes. extremely self indulgent because i am guilty of falling asleep on the way home and my friends will not stop giving me shit about it (i live in a safe city i promise)
© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.
Hiii, love ur posts <3
Can I please request sick (with fever) and grumpy Rin and y/n has to take care of him
♡ Sick!Rin x gn!Reader, 1k words
♡ Contents: Pro Soccer player Rin, established relationship, fluff
"What do you think you're doing?" You ask, catching up to Rin right before he's about to leave for practice. He turns back around to look at you with a confused expression. "Going to pactice." He says matter of factly. You sigh, rubbing the remainder of sleep from your eyes. Usually you'd sleep for another hour before getting ready for work, but this morning, the sound of coughing and sniffling had you stirring in your sleep, and wake up startled when the realization that your boyfriend was going to practice sick, hit your groggy mind. You had managed to scramble out of bed right in time to stop him.
"Rin, we've talked about this." you sigh and hug yourself, rubbing your arms to ward off the cold that your flannel pjama fails to protect you from. "You're clearly not better. I'd even go as far as to say that you look worse than yesterday. And I made you promise that you would stay home if you're not better." Your lips curl into a frown.
"I'm feeling fine." Rin replies, but the cough that follows his word proves the opposite. "Go back to bed love."
"Only if you go to bed with me." You try to reason with him. "I'm not letting you leave this appartement Rin, and if I have to drag you away from the door and tie you to the bed, so be it, but you're not going to practice today." Both of you know that Rin could easily overpower you. He benches double your weight in the gym. Rin lets his bag slide down his shoulder, watching it hit the floor with a thump. "I'm really ok tho, love. My nose is just a little stuffy."
You huff, and with two steps forward you close the gap between the two of you. Gently you place your hand on his forehead, feeling the heat of his skin. "You have a fever." you mumble, and Rin looks back at you, guilty, like a child that's just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. "Arguing back won't do anything but waste the time we could be spending cuddled up in bed." You say after a moment of silence, in which Rin had been pondering his options to somehow convince you to let him leave. But looking into your eyes, he knows you won't budge. He sighs, kicking off his shoes. "Fine, let me just inform everyone real quick."
Not even ten minutes later the two of you back in bed. Rin is stripped down once again to merely his underwear, his usual sleeping attire, and you're hugging him, your arms tightly wrapped around his middle. "I feel like I'm wasting important time." Rin mutters. You know how much it hurts him to miss practice. It always makes him feel like he's not good enough, and like it's slowing his path to the top. "Even the best soccer players get sick babe. It won't keep you from being the number 1 striker." You reply and he huffs. You press a kiss to his temple, feeling the warmth of his fever against your lips. "Your body needs time to heal, Rin. You're not a machine."
Rin lets out a quiet sigh, his body finally giving in to exhaustion as he sinks further into your embrace. His fever-warmed skin presses against you, and though he won’t say it, you know he finds comfort in your presence. “Even if I'm sick, I still need to be out there. Otherwise I won't improve.” he mumbles, his voice softer now, edged with lingering frustration. Your fingers threading through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. "You can’t push yourself if your body gives out, Rin. That won't help you improve either. It's ok.” His grip on you loosens slightly, his breathing evening out, and as his eyes flutter shut, you know he’s finally allowing himself to rest. You smile, brushing stray strands of hair from his face. “Sleep well, striker.” you murmur, and he hums faintly in response, already drifting into much-needed sleep.
When Rin wakes up from his dreamless slumber he doesn't know if he's been out for minutes, hours or maybe even days. What he does know, is that the pounding and his head and the hot and cold flashes that had been his raking body are gone now. He stretched, his limbs pooping, everything feeling stiff. A warm shower would take care of that. Rins gaze sweeps over the bed, finding your side empty. Carefully he gets up, putting on a sweater and some sweatpants before he makes his way to the living room. A delicious smell hits his stuffed nose as he walks down the hallway.
"You're awake!" You say cheerfully when you see Rin walk into the kitchen. You're standing infront of the stove, stirring the insides of a big pot. "How are you, love?" Rin wraps himself around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "A lot better." he replies, and peers down into the pot. "What are you making?" Rin asks, softly kissing your neck. "Chicken soup. With the added secret ingredient you should be back to normal in no time!"
Rin chuckles, "The secret ingredient is love, isn't it?"
You laugh, shaking your head as you stir the soup. “Maybe,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his. “But I was actually going to say ginger. It helps with colds, you know.”
Rin hums, tightening his hold around you as he nuzzles against your neck. “Love sounds like a better ingredient,” he murmurs, voice still slightly raspy but full of warmth.
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Alright, if love is the secret ingredient, then you better eat every last drop of this soup.”
Rin chuckles, pulling back slightly to look at you. “If you’re the one who made it, I’d eat it even if it tasted awful.”
You gasp, feigning offense. “Excuse me? Are you saying my cooking is bad?”
He smirks. “No, I’m just saying I’d suffer through anything for you.”
Shaking your head, you ladle some soup into a bowl and hand it to him. “Less flirting, more eating number one striker.”
Rin grins before taking a sip, warmth spreading through him. He exhales softly, his shoulders relaxing. “Tastes like home,” he murmurs, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart melt.
A/N: I'm SOOOOO sorry it took me this long to write this request (-﹏-。) I hope it was worth the wait (˘ᵌ˘)/*♡ I'm convinced Rin would be such a baby when sick, he just wants to be held
purely self indulgent.
you had to finish a project at your friend’s house so you were gone for most of the day, leaving boyfriend!rin at your apartment with your beloved cat. you hoped that the two of them got along with your absence and prayed that nothing got destroyed because of their quarreling.
8:32 PM flashes at your phone screen as you step up the stairs. finishing the project really took a toll on your body and mental power, all you want to do right now is to go home, take a shower, eat some good food, and cuddle with your boyfriend— if he even allows it tonight. rin’s still not comfortable with physical touch that much so you have to make do with what he allows, which is just occasional cuddle time that only lasts about 30 minutes or so.
you let out a long sigh before opening you front door and leaving you shoes at the shoe rack, you expected your cat to greet you first but to your surprise, your 6’1 tall boyfriend shows up instead. almost instantly after the door chime.
he steps closer, his tall frame looming over you, “welcome home.”, he greets you before enveloping you into his arms and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, softly inhaling the remnants of your sweet perfume.
“i’m home..”, you giggle awkwardly, not knowing what to do. he’s never initiated a hug before, let alone snuggle into you. this was something entirely new. “uhm, rinnie. did something happen while i was gone? did you and yana fight again..?”, you ask, wrapping your arms around his back.
no reply.
you pout, “c’mon, rinnie, answer me.”, playfully whining as you tap your hands on his back.
before you could say something again, he replies.
“nothing happened ... i just missed you, that’s all.” he murmursinto your neck, trying to muffle the embarrassing confession.
“you … missed me?”
“don’t make me say it again.”, he replies instantly.
you giggle, imagining the adorable pout he has on his face right now.
you hug him tighter, “i missed you too, so much.”
rin smiles, face still hidden. “don’t leave me alone with yana again, she keeps meowing at me.”, you let out a laughterthat makes his heart swell with love.
“okay, i won’t.”
“you promise?”
“i promise.”
When They See You Wearing Their Jersey ♡♡
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Kaiser, Bachira, Shidou, and Rin
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀/𝐍: Okay so idk why but when I thought of this it was originally gonna be for different characters but I’ll start of with the fine shyts first and I’ll do a second part to it though enjoy this !!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Your man walks in seeing you in his jersey number with his name on it, it’s the way you have it on that gets him happy and excited.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Slight touching (Kaiser, Shidou) & Slightly dirty talk.
Kaiser
The moment Kaiser sees you in his jersey—his name, his number sprawled across your back—his usual smug confidence skyrockets into something even more unbearable.
He leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, eyes drinking in the sight of you like a king admiring his crown.
“Well, aren’t you just a walking love letter?” His voice is dripping with amusement, but the way his gaze softens gives away how much he actually likes it.
You smirk, spinning around playfully to show off the back. “You like it?”
Kaiser steps closer, hands finding your waist as he pulls you against him. “Like it?” He chuckles, lips brushing against your ear. “I love it.”
One of his hands slides to the fabric, fingers tracing his last name like he’s memorizing the feeling of it on you. “I knew you were mine, but this? This just makes it obvious for everyone else.”
Before you can react, he’s lifting you off the ground in one fluid motion, spinning you around as laughter bubbles from your lips. “You’re never taking this off,” he declares. “Unless, of course…” He tilts his head, flashing a devilish grin. “You want me to help you out of it.”
Meguru
Bachira is ecstatic. The second he spots you in his jersey, his golden eyes widen, and then—he’s pouncing.
“OH MY GOD! YOU’RE WEARING IT!” He practically tackles you, wrapping his arms around you so tightly that you nearly lose your balance. “AHH, YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN IT, I’M GONNA CRY!”
You giggle as he leans back just enough to admire the sight again, eyes sparkling with pure joy. His fingers brush over his name on your back before he beams at you, dimples showing. “You’re my biggest fan now, huh?”
“I always was,” you tease, watching his grin widen.
“Well, duh!” He lifts you up effortlessly, spinning you around in excitement. “I’m your biggest fan too, y’know?”
When he finally sets you down, he cups your face, pressing a flurry of kisses all over it—your forehead, cheeks, nose—before finally planting a deep, lingering kiss on your lips.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against them, grinning. “And now, the whole world knows it.”
Shidou
Shidou freezes the second he walks into the room and sees you in his jersey. For a moment, he just stares, golden eyes darkening as his usual playful smirk stretches across his lips.
“Well, well, well,” he drawls, stepping forward. “Look at you, all dolled up in my name.”
You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers, how his fingers twitch like he’s holding himself back from grabbing you right then and there. You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “You like it?”
Shidou huffs a laugh, but there’s something almost dangerous in his expression. “Like it?” He suddenly yanks you forward, hands gripping your hips as he presses himself against you. “Babe, you just made it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.”
His fingers trail up your sides, ghosting over the fabric of his jersey before stopping at your waist. His lips brush against your ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper.
“You’re reppin’ my name now. That means you belong to me, yeah?”
You shiver as he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes burning with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. “Shidou…”
He grins, leaning down until your noses brush. “Say it.”
You roll your eyes but humor him, whispering, “I belong to you.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbles from his chest before he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you so fiercely that your knees nearly give out.
“Damn right you do.”
Rin
Rin wasn’t prepared.
He walks into the room, expecting a normal day—only to find you standing there in his jersey, his name and number sprawled across your back like it was meant to be there.
His breath catches in his throat, and for a second, he just stares. His mind short-circuits—his usually composed demeanor falters as he tries to process the overwhelming wave of possessiveness that crashes over him.
“…What are you doing?” His voice is quieter than usual, almost hesitant.
You turn, giving him a teasing smile. “Wearing your jersey. Do you not like it?”
Rin swallows hard, eyes flickering to the way the fabric drapes over you—his name, his number, his everything on you.
“I—” He clears his throat, looking away as the tips of his ears turn bright red. “…I like it.”
You step closer, reaching for his hand. “Then why do you look like you’re about to explode?”
Rin lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Because,” he mutters, squeezing your fingers, “you look… too good in it.”
A small smirk tugs at your lips. “Too good?”
He huffs, gaze flickering back to yours before finally giving in. In one swift motion, he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His face buries into your shoulder, voice muffled but laced with sincerity.
“…Don’t wear this around anyone else,” he mumbles.
You chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. “Jealous, Rin?”
He doesn’t answer, but the way he holds you closer says enough. You pressed your lips against his cheek only for him to hug you tighter.
@𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐱𝐝𝐩𝐩 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.
ITOSHI RIN is honestly sick of all of the stupid lovey dovey tiktoks you send him. first of all, he barely uses tiktok (his profile is just his name and nothing is customised), second of all, he only uses it to like your posts (you're the only one he follows) and third of all, he just doesn't have the time! but he hates seeing you look so dejected whenever he tells you that he hasn't seen your messages filled with links yet, so he has no other choice but to bear with it.
and one in particular has been on his mind lately. he hasn't been able to see you in days, and the separation is starting to get to him. no hugs, no kisses, no you, no nothing! he thought being victim to your favourite trends was beyond him, but with all of the couples baking cookies shaped like each other, it was sparking something inside of him without consent.
on a random tuesday night, you got a text from rin. that's rare, because he barely ever texts you first. and what was it? a video of him baking cookies shaped like you. he was silent, straight faced, only showing off the ingredients and dough every now and then before you finally got to see the final result. you could tell he tried his best, even putting in the tiniest of details, and creating separate smaller cookies to stick on top.
no, he didn't really want to record himself, but he knew what you were like. he knew you wanted to post the video on tiktok, wanting to show off this new form of affection he's evolved into. he doesn't get it, but he knows it makes you happy.
@cherrysurf
cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.
to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.
he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.
it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.
it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.
pick your poison, as one would say.
a few blue lock hcs
- rin can do the clover leaf tongue trick and other tricks (like tongue rolling). i mean. because of his tongue thing when he's in the flow
- sae is left handed! idk how, but he feels like it to me
- isagi is super good at charades, cus he can read people well!!!
- charles is heavily brainrotted and enjoys watching yt shorts
- shidou sends sae freaky ig reels and tiktoks, and says "us?"
Shidou deciding Charles can be his brother and stick around or whatever is an awesome headcanon to me. But imagine at some point Sae is like why the Fuck is this French teenager in our house again. And Rin of all people but also pxg initiated is like "he's family?"
art by: w0320h
EVERY SIBLING DUO FOR REAL 😂😂😂💘🥰💕🙂😭🙏🗣️💞🌞🥺😢😔❌😞🤩❤️🔥💯🚒😬🌅🥲💀😶✨😱💝🌄🎙️🪔👍💲💰💰💸💵
the youtube édits weren't joking, isagi really is the mahoraga of blue lock. he'll see kaiser's incredibly complex play only possible through “meta-vision” and then says “hm. I understand it now” and uses it instantly THIS MAN IS INCREDIBLE AND HE ONLY WANTS TO BE STRIKER??