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YOU OPEN UP THE BLANKET FOR THEM — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, mikage reo.

♱ warnings — sfw, none! just some very cosy boys / note. snifle i was in grave need of something fluffy 4 comfort since it’s been a hard few days so this was wat i decided on <3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

you’re already so comfortable on the couch, wrapped up in the blanket nagi always buried himself in when you hear the door to your apartment close, followed by the slow drag of your boyfriends footsteps as he makes his way down the hallway. it doesn’t take long before you see the peak of his snowy bed head in the doorway, drowsy, lidded gaze blinking at you as a sleepy pout rests on his lips.

“sei, did you have a good practice?” you hum, singing out the little nickname that still makes his ears dust a little red before it’s drawing him closer.

“eh, so tired, pretty thing. ‘ts such a pain, just wanna stay in bed with you and play games.” his voice is already thick with sleep and you take the opportunity to make some room as he approaches. but before you can even consider lifting the blanket to let him in, you feel 190cm’s of muscle flop on top of you as he presses you into the cushions beneath you with a low whine.

“sei! you’re so heavy, move over!” you giggle, trying to push him off but you should know better than to try and move him when hes like this, his arms wrapping tight around your waist to keep you beneath him before he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck to smear sloppy, sleepy kisses along the skin.

“ah, but you’re sooo warm. no fair..” nagi’s voice trails off at the end as he lets your warmth blanket him, his breathing becoming softer as he hugs you closer — squeezing you like a wordless little request that you know all too well when your fingers come to smooth through his hair.

you can basically feel the way he melts into you, whimpering as he tries to push himself closer while his longer limbs get trapped in the fabric of the blanket beneath you both. but he’s warm and you can’t find it in yourself to complain when you feel his fingers trace messy little shapes into your skin.

“see, just wanna stay like this a lil longer.. moving would be such a pain.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

sae is quiet when he returns home to you, fatigue heavy in his muscles from a long day of practice as he pops his neck — sighing despite the gentle smile he still wears when he notices you on the couch waiting up for him. you’ve got a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and you send him a drowsy look before you’re smiling back.

“welcome home.” you breathe, it’s quiet and comforting and it’s accompanied by you lifting the side of the blanket draped over you as he takes a careful step into your space, letting the silence stretch out until he’s close enough to greet you with a chaste kiss against your temple.

“did you have a good day?” you ask again and sae gives you a soft look before he hums, sitting down onto the space beside you before he’s guiding your head down to rest in his lap.

“are you tired?” he finally asks, his tone low and smooth but it’s accompanied by the chaste swipe of his fingers along the apple of your cheek, urging you to look up at him when you shake your head in reply. it’s soothing, his touch as he lets you melt into him, curled up in the blanket that you’d offered him while his free hand tucks it under you.

“you’ll get cold like that.” sae clicks his tongue despite the fact it holds no real agitation when he looks at you — letting the corners of his lips turn up when you try to stifle your own smile as you hug yourself closer. but then he speaks again, squeezing gently at your cheek just so he can watch the way you pout and slap him away.

“tell me about your day.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

“what’re you doing?” rin asks from where he’s stood at the doorway to the living room, he’s still got a towel over his head from his shower — haphazardly drying his hair as he sends you a confused sort of look. you’re sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that’s draped over your head — making you barely visible under the heavy fabric apart from your now pouty features.

“it’s comfortable, you wanna join?” you grin, lifting the blanket and it’s amusing the way the dark haired striker grumbles before he clicks his tongue. he’s suddenly tearing his gaze away from you and mulling it over in his mind before he’s taking you up on the request — silently, like it’ll hide the way his ears seem to have tinted a little pink with your question.

it’s awkward at first, the way rin rests himself on the edge of the couch in the space next to you — he looks rigid and definitely not comfortable, but it’s endearing and a little cute seeing him like this. which is why you find yourself giggling before you speak, pulling a groan and a pretty frown from your boyfriend as he shoots you a look. “you can come closer, i won’t bite.”

“shutup, i don’t think you bite.. my hairs just wet.” he replies quickly, almost too fast before the end of his sentence breaks off into a mumble and he knows you’ve got him. but he sends you a wide-eyed, starry sort of look when your next movement brings your hands to the towel along his shoulders before you help dry it.

it’s gentle the way rin’s palm rests on your thigh, leaning into your touch as you dry off his dark hair — his cheeks are tinted a little pink and you can see the way he’s stealing glances at you before he’s finally easing, pushing closer to you as his fingers squeeze affectionately at your skin.

“thanks.”

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

bachira’s already grinning when he makes his way into the bedroom, noticing you already comfy and nuzzled into the comforter over top of you as you send him a suspicious sort of look. “why are you smiling that?” you ask, pushing yourself up to furrow your brows at your boyfriend as he chuckles.

“jus’ happy to see my baby, m’kay? ‘s that so bad?” he sings, a sickly sweet little tone that almost has you playfully rolling your eyes when he sticks his tongue out at you. but you’re not immune to him, not at all — as you bring up the edge of the comforter, inviting him to finally crawl in beside you like you’ve been waiting for all night.

but bachira’s just as clingy as he is eager when he almost bounces into the bed beside you, his hands quick to grab at your waist before he’s pulling you close enough to be able to pepper your face in wet kisses. “awww, did you miss me that much, mhm? couldn’t wait to cuddle, huh? so cute.”

he’s such a tease as you try to push him away, giggling as he bathes you in ticklish presses of his lips and squeezes at the your waist until you’re wriggling into him. but he still sends you a giddy sort of grin when you finally surrender and let him pull you in for a tight little hug.

you’re both panting when bachira finally lets you breathe, sending you a smug sort of grin before he’s leaning in to press one last loud kiss against your lips, nuzzling into your chest a few moments later as his arms squeeze around you.

“knew it~ you only had to ask, baby. just wanted to hold you a little, that’s all.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

“you tired, bunny?” reo smirks from where hes tilting his head at you from the kitchen, swallowing back the rest of his protein shake as you lie curled up on the almost ridiculously sized couch hes got in the living room.

“i’m tired.” your voice is quiet, muffled from where your cheek is resting against the cushion and the blanket that’s so huge and fluffy it almost consumes you completely. you can basically feel the raise of your boyfriend’s brow when he breathes out a laugh, resting down his shaker bottle before hes drawing closer.

it’s almost instinct the way your eyes trail over to his figure, taking in the sight of him before you’re lifting up the edge of the blanket invitingly, and the gesture only seems to make reo’s smirk tug even wider as his lidded gaze drinks you up. “alright, i’ll allow it. how about i help you out with that?”

it’s careful the way he climbs in beside you before he’s taking your figure in his large hands, pulling you up until you’re resting pretty against his chest as one of his hands smooth down the length of your spine soothingly. you already feel like melting with the way his natural warmth consumes you, the only thing keeping you from dozing off completely being the light press of reo’s fingers under your chin to tilt your face towards his.

he’s close, close enough for his lips to already be ghosting your own when you look up — his gaze on yours as he continues the motions of his fingers across your skin. “how’s that, bunny? feel better?” his voice is low and smooth, and the sound almost makes your eyes flutter when he’s deliberately leaning closer, grazing his lips along yours as he breathes out another chuckle — his gaze dropping to your lips expectantly before they’re back on your own.

“good, right? better thank me.. yeah?”

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Blue Lock Nickname Headcannons

What they would call you affectionately

THIS IS MEANT FOR MALE/MASC READERS, SO FEM ALIGNED DNI, blank blogs please also DNI

Oliver Aiku: He keeps it pretty simple, he calls you babe or baby most of the time but when he’s purposely teasing you, he likes to use pretty boy and sexy

Michael Kaiser: He likes to rizz you up by calling you prince or my king/emperor, but other times he goes for honey or sweetheart

Itoshi Rin: When in public, he just sticks to your name but when it’s just the two of you, he calls you sweetheart, honey and baby

Bachira Meguru: He absolutely adores the nickname bee or my little bee for you. He also calls you honey and sweetie (cuz he’s a sweetheart)

Isagi Yoichi: Most of the time he calls you babe or baby, but occasionally he calls you pretty boy and handsome

Shidou Ryusei: He calls you sexy and hottie all the time, even in public. But he reserves the nickname pretty boy for when the two of you are alone

Reblogs are strongly encouraged and greatly appreciated

tired

isagi x male!reader – 650 words – warnings: one knife metaphor, not proofread

note: a little comfort fic for these trying times <33 stay safe out there folks

Isagi wasn’t entirely sure what to think when he arrived home after practice to a silent house. After all, you were always there to greet him, it was the greatest blessing of his life. But tonight you were just… gone. 

“Baby? Baby, where are you?” He calls out, stepping into the house. At your lack of reply, his heart sinks in his chest, a chill seeping into his body. Isagi calls out a few more times, following the lights into your study, where you sit staring at a too-bright document marked with too few words.

Silently he wraps his arms around you, inspecting the mostly blank screen of the computer and the cursor that blinks oh so teasingly. Isagi rests his head gently against yours, glad to be near you at last after a long day of practice, though a voice in the back of his mind nags and nags about how strange it was to see you silent, how unusually cold you felt in his arms, how you had yet to type another word. At a loss, he only tightens his grip, a silent reassurance as the cursor blinks and blinks and blinks.

And then he notices the tears – A single glimmering streak tracing down your beautiful cheek. 

“Baby… you alright?” He whispers, heart shattering. Why, after all, should his darling boyfriend have a reason to cry? Why, after all, would some unknown thing feel the need to do harm to the single most beautiful soul Isagi had ever met? Why, after all, did that accursed blinking cursor take the sharpness of a knife to the heart of a tender lover?

Humming a cracked affirmative, you nod. But the tears, no matter how you try to stop them, betray your lie, and even if he were blind, Isagi would have known all the same.

“You’ve done enough work for tonight, sweetheart,” Isagi murmurs, pressing a delicate kiss to your tear-stained cheek, the salt an ache upon his lips. He pulls the chair away from the desk and lifts you tenderly out of it, carrying you the excruciating few steps to your room, where he laid you upon the plush mattress and places himself at your side.

The blankets shuffle underneath as you curl into Isagi, burying your face in shame. “Yoichi… thank you.” The words come out shakily and muffled.

“Work giving you a hard time?” Isagi asks, and your lack of reply tells him everything he needs to know. Would that he could do every piece of it for you, just to ease your mind. He wraps an arm comfortingly around your waist, fingers tracing shapes along your back.

“I know you like to be the big scary boyfriend… but just for tonight, let me do that, ‘kay?” He murmurs, “I’ve got you, baby, it’s gonna be alright.”

For a moment the two of you lay in silence, sweet silence broken only by the soft rising and falling of two souls breathing in sync. For a moment it seems as though every trouble in the world began to fade, insignificantly small beside the greatness of that winged thing called love. For a moment there was only you, Yoichi, and the unspoken beauty of the love between you.

But there was more to life than laying infinitely in a lover’s arms, though it would be so sweet if it were otherwise. Isagi places a final kiss on your forehead, wiping away the remnants of your tears. He smiles at you as if you were the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes upon. And, in all truth, you are. Tears and all.

“You get some rest, sweet boy,” He says tenderly, prying himself from the comfort of your embrace, “I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.”

The aromas that float in from the kitchen are unmistakable – scents that carry with them a sweet unspoken phrase. I love you. 

i kinda like isagi. just a little bit.

I am not okay

“i think you forgot something!”

isagi yoichi x gn! reader

in where your boyfriend’s forgetful habits somehow leave you the one being flustered

a/n: i’ve fallen fast and hard for the blue lock boys (specifically isagi yoichi but shh) so here we go but also happy birthday yoichi ily <33

inspired by this scenario: Person A is about to leave for work. Person B asks them if they’ve forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A’s keys/wallet/etc., saying ‘I meant this, but thanks.’

Isagi was already half way out the door when you called for him, jogging slightly to meet him at the door frame. He was running late as he fell to the temptation of staying in with you for a little longer in bed.

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YOICHI!!!!!

thinking about isagi x troublemaker!reader !1!1!1

cw ; mentions of driving w/o a license, not proofread

"[name], I don't think this is a good idea.." he mumbles, staring with wide eyes as you perch yourself up on the motorcycle.

isagi thought that he had been used to your troublesome behavior by now, considering that he's been by your side since you were both in middle school. he's seen you do the most ridiculous and borderline life threatening things that no sane person would even think of doing.

but apparently not, because of all things, he certainly didn't expect this from you.

you had found an old motorycle stored away in your parent's garage, and it looked fairly intact. you weren't about to let such a pretty thing rot away! so of course, naturally, you brought the baby out for a test drive.

"don't be a wuss, yoichi." you roll your eyes, an excited grin buzzing on your lips. isagi visibly frowns, taking a small step towards you and the bike.

"you don't even have a license— what if you crash?!" he exclaims in worry, and you laugh.

"don't worryy, we're just gonna drive in an empry lot. plus, I'm a god at smash!"

"this is completely different, [name]— hold on, we?! I do not remember consenting to this!"

"jeez, you dont have to ride with me if you're so worried." you shrug, shooting him a side glance. "you can just watch! yknow, be my emotional support."

Im gonna need more emotional support than you. the blue haired male thinks. isagis frown deepens. shaking his head to the side as he makes an 'x' symbol with his arms.

"no way, you are gonna hit me for sure."

"what, you don't trust me?!" you exclaim with feigned offense. "wow, and here I thought.. you were my best friend.." you sniffle.

he doesn't miss the way you dramatically wipe a fake tear, rolling his eyes with a sigh. he didn't feel like dying, but he also didn't want you to die either. he gulps, a few seconds of silence passing.

and as soon as he finishes contemplating, he lets out that defeated groan that you know all too well. immediately, your demeanour lightens up, and you scramble inside the garage to find an extra helmet.

"safety first!"

"oh shut up."

ISAGI

From the start, you and Isagi Yoichi agreed to keep your relationship quiet. The media attention just wasn't something you were ready to deal with, not until your relationship was stable.

Every interviewer that brought up his love life got the same answer:

"So, Isagi-san, do you have a girlfriend?" They'd ask, growing more and more persistent with every passing month.

"No." he'd say blandly, steering the questions away from the topic.

He always thought questions about his love life were pointless - he was a soccer player after all, why wouldn't they talk to him about that?

The two of you found your way around the paparazzi, made your friends promise to not say anything about your relationship, and loved each other dearly. And like that you were happy.

You had been together for two years when the interviewers posed a new and intriguing question - "Isagi-san, you've been wearing a necklace lately, is there a story behind this new fashion statement?"

"Oh this?" he asks, pulling the necklace out of his shirt, "it's my engagement ring!"

The silence was palpable as Isagi showed off the silver band with a wide grin. You knew that if the question ever arose, he'd answer truthfully. But you didn't expect today to be the day.

"You're engaged?" the woman with the microphone asked, eyes blown wide.

"Mhm!" Isagi craned his neck to look into the crowd, eyes lighting up when they found yours. He waved you over towards him with a smile. Hardly anyone noticed as you wormed through the crowd: they were all too shocked by your boyfriend's - no, fiancé's - revelation.

The interviewer continued to splutter out questions, but they fell on deaf ears. Isagi was focused on you as you emerged from the crowd, watching the love of his life with a schoolboy-like excitement. The news was out, and there was no point in holding back, so you threw your arms around him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"There you are, pretty boy! Did you see my last goal there?" he giggled, hands resting on your waist.

"Of course I did, Yoii, I wouldn't miss it for anything!" being so affectionate with him in front of so many people felt so foreign, but at the same time so liberating.

"So- so this is the mystery fiancé?" the microphone stuffed into your face was unpleasant, to say the least.

"Uh, yeah. Hi," you said, waving at the camera. the silver ring on your finger glinted in the light.

The media was far from satisfied. "Isagi-san, all this time you've secretly had a boyfriend?"

"Yes! For two years now!" Isagi boasts proudly, a protective hand around your waist, keeping you close to his side.

"And how did you manage to hide it for this long?"

Isagi shrugged. "You just never asked the right questions."

"Well, Isagi-san, you do make a good point there. So, what's your favorite thing about your soon-to-be husband?"

"My favorite thing? Probably... everything."

i need to stop being so gay