Latest Posts by angelunatic - Page 2
embarrassment has good bones
trembling shaking after popping a photoshop
tumblr is like a pseudo afterlife because everyone on here was supposed to kill themselves a long time ago
Do you think 27 is still young?
I think 70 is young if you know how to move through the world
i've lost weight from the comfort of my bed while eating like shit, i've got accepted into programs without even applying, i've got promoted at work by doing the bare minimum, i've been gifted desired things i never mentioned wanting out loud, i've gotten money from the most random sources, i've changed my weight distribution, i've changed my height, i've changed my face, ive cured my dental problems, i've revised animal sickness, i've gotten my exact desired sp, i've gotten gaul citizenship, i've changed my grades, i've got my dream apartment, i've gained my exact desires friend group, i've gotten multiple free vacations... loa is literally the cheat code to life.
stop worrying about results for a second
did you forget you’re literally god?
i need you guys to literally take a step back and realize what you’re doing. how can you claim you’re such a master at shifting, the void state, manifesting, and then look around the 3d and whine and complain about it not being there yet?
why would you get intimidated by some old persisted assumptions?? you know damn well you can flip those around in an instant. don’t get intimidated by your circumstances!!
you can’t immediately slack off and whine because you affirmed for 3 minutes that you have blonde hair, then look in the mirror to check? why would you CHECK to see if you have something you already claim to HAVE??
law of assumption is all about the ASSUMPTION part. you're making an assumption, something that is already true, without proof. it’s quite literally the definition of the word. so why are you still doubting?
i want you to stop caring. stop caring about the 3d, about your intrusive thoughts, about your old persisted assumptions, about your circumstances, about the “when” or the “how”. go full delusional mode if you have to. just stop giving attention to what you are deflecting!! you’re only contradicting yourself by doing so!!
go get that desire love <3
— © madebynarii
"what a nerd lol" i said with barely controlled lust
me giving relationship advice: communicate or end it
Trying to help family trapped in Gaza for 11 months
Hello everyone, and hope you read my story.
Hello everyone, I am Ayman, 18years old,
I’m trying to get funds for my family of 8 members
My family lost their home and lost everything since the beginning of the war. They were displaced from one place to another without luggage or any of the necessities of life. They lived in a complete cut off from life, and death pursued them. They lived in a plastic tent that did not protect them from the heat of summer or the cold of winter.
This is how my family is trying to cope with life and survive without the availability of sanitary supplies or water
Thank you for complete reading
We urgently appeal to your moral and financial assistance to help me reach the goal in order to secure the life of my family,and the beginning of a new life. Every help or donation through you makes a big difference. Do not underestimate how the difference is for someone who needs your suppor
https://gofund.me/114c6613
Thank you for complete reading🙏🏻🇵🇸
Please help me donate and share 🙏🏻
Ayman meqdad🍉
my sister: @aiyshameqdad
my Brother: @mohamed-meq
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Please don't ignore my words❗❗❗
A whole year since the genocide and no one moved to save us
Life has begun to end here in Gaza every day. The genocide is getting worse and people are fleeing their homes to more dangerous places than before. We are very tired of displacement, death, destruction and killing. Death is chasing us. We hope that we will survive this genocide and leave Gaza and live a happy, clean and safe life. At least we are really tired. Help me. To save my family from death and live in peace🙏🏻💔
https://gofund.me/114c6613
I would be very grateful if you donated to me and my family, thank you for your generosity in our time of need 🙏🏻💔
My sister: @aiyshameqdad
My brother: @ayman-meq18
Note:
Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #94 )
@a-shade-of-blue
Hello, hope you are well
I saw your interest in supporting Palestinian campaigns, which prompted me to contact you to thank you for this great effort.🙏
@appsa @sar-soor @sayruq @stuckinapril @heritageposts @neptunerings @feluka @malcriada @queerstudiesnatural @rizzyluke @determinate-negation
Thank you for complet reading 🤍
Mohamed
Hello again don't skip please 😔💔
I speak to you from under siege, fire, hunger and cold. We're really done. The number of martyrs is increasing day after day. We don't know if we'll die too. We will be among the dead or we will live to continue our lives. Don't leave us alone. Please, we have no refuge other than you after God. Help us, even if just a little. Your donation will help my family from...hunger and devastation
https://gofund.me/114c6613
Vetted by
@gazavetters #94
@a-shade-of-blue
@bilal-salah0
my brother : @ayman-meq18
my mother: @ommohamed-52
Dear Palestine supporter...
I saw that you took an interest in many Palestinian campaigns in Gaza. I ask you to help me. I really need help to protect my family. I ask you to publish and stand by my mother🙏🏻💔😔
@appsa @sar-soor @sayruq @stuckinapril @heritageposts @neptunerings @feluka-blog-blog @malcriada @queerstudiesnatural
VETTED BY @gazavetters
(THIS ISN'T MINE BY THE WAY, NO FUNDRAISERS I SHARE ARE)
@saja-gaza01 Sorry for my inability to donate.
Hello, my name is Saja from Gaza, I would like to inform you that my brother and I's previous campaign has been cancelled😭😭😭 I don't know why but I created a new campaign on Chuffed, please support me even if it's a small amount, I know that the beginning is difficult for everyone, and I feel frustrated because I will start from scratch again 😔, any donation you make will save my family and my son, please if you can try to save us!!!😭😢
The price of a bag of flour alone is about $600 due to the famine 💔 and the price of everything is several times its normal price. Please contribute as much as you can to the campaign. Unfortunately, we did not receive enough support 😭
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #299 )✅️
Please donate for my child 😢💔!
Hello🙋♀️,
my name is Saja from northern Gaza, and finally after a long wait of a year and a half of hunger, displacement, fear, bombing and displacement several times, they agreed on a ceasefire🥹 and we will return to our homes next week, but unfortunately our area is completely destroyed💔, and we do not have a home or anything else there, but despite that we are happy that we will return to our area and neighborhood, please we are now in dire need of donations more than ever, so that we can live in stability in the next stage, please donate an amount even if it is small, it will help us build our lives and stability 🥹🙏 I hope that God will protect your family from all harm🙏💞
Please share my campaign and donate if you can. Help me even if it is a small amount.
I WISH IT HAD ALL BEEN DIFFERENT!!!!!
I love having manners and being nice tbh!
WHERE'S THE APPRECIATION?? THIS IS SCRUMPTIOUS
» in a room full of art, he'd rather look at you; itoshi rin x gn!reader
synopsis; itoshi rin is failing his art class. in order to graduate his senior year of high school, he needs to pass the class with at least a b grade. you're assigned to tutor the hot-headed soccer athlete—kind and eccentric, you throw rin's entire world off axis.
a/n; my first post on here! this is set after sae abandons rin, but he still goes to school. enter stage left, front and center—asshole, but very much in need of some love, itoshi rin!
word count: 5.0 k words | now playing every breath you take, by the police
itoshi rin didn't have any friends. it's a fact all his teachers know by now. he's a stoic student, one that doesn't participate in group projects and eats his lunch alone in the library. normally, this type of behavior exhibited by students should have been noticed by his teachers and counselors. but rin was seemingly well behaved, and he had straight a's in most of his classes—so nobody took notice of him. he felt like a ghost, drifting through the walls of his high school without a single person by his side. it was his first day of senior year, and itoshi rin had no expectations for this year.
the phantom ache in his chest is harder to ignore nowadays. he doesn't realize he's been spacing out again until the bell rings, signaling the start of the next class period. rin is snapped violently out of his daze. he glances at the blank canvas in front of him before realizing he's spent the past fifty five minutes doing absolutely nothing. the students around him file out of the room—chatting and laughing as he stands there, a bit dumbfounded with how this class seemed to suck the life out of him.
when itoshi rin was little, he loved drawing. his imagination would run wild, and sometimes—he couldn't always act out the magnificent battles he wanted his toys to perform. dragons and princes and volcanos—his medium of choice used to be these scratchy crayons his brother, sae, would get for rin from the corner store. rin remembers how his parents had to force him to put his crayons down just to make him eat dinner. and now, he can't even manage to put a single mark on a canvas.
during his teacher's instructions at the beginning of class, he was, quite vaguely told at that, to use whatever colors and styles he wanted to on a 12 by 12 canvas to reflect his soul. bitterly, rin thinks his canvas reflects him perfectly. he'll turn this in tomorrow, he decides. a blank canvas—no feelings, no purpose, nothing. just like him.
he'll take the shitty grade and move on with his life. rin wonders if there's even a language that exists to put his feelings into something other people can comprehend. he doesn't think there is. if he wants anyone to understand how he feels, they'll have to tear his ribs out one by one to reach the barely alive beat lying inside.
itoshi rin is seventeen years old when he falls in love.
"do you need some help cleaning up?"
rin glances away from his blank canvas, looking up to meet whomever it is speaking. the class is empty now. his art teacher is busying herself in the back of the classroom, unboxing a new pack of paintbrushes when rin swallows the lump in his throat.
"i'm fine,"
your smile is hesitant. understanding, almost, as you look at rin's canvas and the tubes of unopened acrylic paint surrounding him. the window panes hanging high towards the ceiling welcome in the rising sun outside, and rin can see the light shimmering in your eyes—glittering shards of gold gleam like morning stars in your irises as you wordlessly pick up the neglected paint and brushes on his desk—carrying them over to the back of the classroom and putting them away as rin watches silently.
slowly, he picks up his own canvas—and he stares at his classmates' drying ones with an almost envious kind of sadness as he places his untouched canvas beside theirs. where they had explosions of colors, reds and yellows and greens and blues blending and combining into the most wonderful art—rin didn't. he had nothing.
rin turns around to where he'd seen you last in the back of the classroom, before clearing his throat. he doesn't lift his gaze from the tiled floor beneath him, pressing his hand flat against the surface of a nearby table to steady himself before speaking up
"thanks..." he begins, but his voice trails off when he realizes you've already left.
—
rin was sitting in english class when he heard your voice again. to be completely honest, he had no idea you were in this class. rin didn't ever talk to anyone in all of his classes, so hearing the familiar sound of your soft voice was a surprise. and where he sat in the back of the classroom, you sat in the front. you're asking the teacher a question on last night's homework, and rin takes his chance to watch you freely.
you have a tote bag slung over your shoulder. there's a landscape painted on it, with little pins placed all over. you have your hair down today compared to the updo you had yesterday. it's only when you turn towards your seat that rin finally meets your gaze.
time slows, and the conversation around rin drowns out as if he's ducked his head underwater. his brain is nothing but white static for that one second you look into his eyes.
actually, you didn't even hold his gaze for a full second, it was more like a fraction of one—but rin's heart rate didn't calm until the bell rang, and he was the first student out the door. he left class that day with clammy palms and tinted cheeks.
rin didn't have art class today, but he was called down regardless during study hall. his art teacher was a old woman with a wrinkly smile who always wore colorful cardigans. rin enters the room, moving through the empty desks and chairs before he stops in front of her with a quiet greeting.
"rin! it's so nice of you to come so quickly, students aren't usually so courteous! please have a seat," she says warmly, and rin eyes the blank canvas—his blank canvas—laying beside her on the desk.
rin takes a seat, fading in and out of the conversation as she talks. he already knew what to expect, and of course, he was right. akamatsu sensei had the type of voice rin imagines story tellers have, or lullaby singers do. she tells him that she's having trouble seeing signs of progress in his art and wanted him to be doing better. but her last sentence is what catches rin off gaurd. this he did not predict.
"a tutor?"
akamatsu sensei nods her head slowly, folding her hands in her lap at rin's apprehensive expression. she watches his delicate brows pinch together in discomfort, soft lips pulled into a small frown filled with silent frustration. rin didn't understand why he had to get another person to tutor him—he thought art was subjective.
"i promise you, rin, i have just the perfect person in mind. they're my best student—i think if anyone can get your imagination flowing again, it's them."
—
akamatsu sensei introduces you and rin to each other the following morning—and rin's learns that your name is y/n. he repeats it in his head a few times, committing it to memory before you speak his name in the sweetest voice he'll ever have the pleasure of hearing.
"rin-san, i think we're going to get along well! we can sit together in class and work on assignments with each other, but we'll also have to meet after school. what days are you free?" you question, and rin's heart positively plummets to his feet when you grab his land and lead him towards his seat—you occupy the usually empty chair beside him, and he follows your lead.
"that's fine. i'm free every friday, every other day of the week i have football practice."
rin's hands clutch his knees under his desk when you pull your hand out of his, a fruitless attempt to try and calm himself after you so casually held his hand. your fingers curved around his perfectly—and while the gesture might not have meant anything to you, it meant so much to rin. he doesn't hold hands, he can't even hold a conversation—but you're bubbly and bright in a way that has him submitting in one second flat.
"football? that sounds like fun! i'm sorry, i'm not very well versed with sports. do you like it?" you ask, organizing the paints in front of you as rin nods wordlessly, staring at the gentle manner in which you treat the art materials. you smile at his confirmation, grabbing a tube of a radiant midnight blue and placing a dollop of it on rin's blank canvas with a grin
"when we're in doubt, it's like our minds subconsciously pull away. they shut down and sorta refuse to do anything, right? i want to push you out of your comfort zone and give you a blue canvas to work with rather than a white one. we'll see what you do with that, okay?"
rin nods, fingers moving to take the paintbrush you hand him before he turns to the awaiting paint in front of him. his brushstrokes are slow and a little messy, but five minutes later—the canvas is entirely blue.
"what do you see?" you question softly as rin stares at his canvas. he stays silent for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, and then—
"i don't see anything."
rin's inner turmoil is a storm. was he supposed to be seeing something? all he sees is blue. there's nothing coming to his mind, no connection being made—his bites the inside of his cheek, angry at himself and his clear lack of creativity.
"that's okay. let's think together, okay? what do you think of when you think of the color blue? it can be the simplest thing of all, rin-san. anything at all," you assure, gently scooting your chair closer to his as he nods, clenching his jaw as he thinks. blue. blue. blue. what the hell is blue?
"the sky."
you're silent a for a few moments before he hears it. it's soft and muffled with the back of your hand, but you're laughing at him. his cheeks burn in an instant, and his lips transform into a scowl immediately
"whatever, i know it's stupid—"
"no, no! i was thinking the same thing, that's why i laughed! now, the sky is a painting all in its own! think about it—it's orange and pink during sunrise, like a fruity drink on the beach. it can be a misty, pale haze during snow storms. but, i want you to think of a time you saw the sky like this—an inky void, like a dark blue veil's been put over the world. can you do that?"
rin doesn't respond. he stares at the sea of blue in front of him—blue blue blue.
"...sometimes, football practice gets cut short on rainy days. the sky sorta looks like this blue on those days. dark. blurry—but it's still...i can see some stars. and the moon peaking out from behind the clouds, too. i guess this kind of looks like that."
rin's brows furrow together in concentration as he stares at the canvas after speaking. he turns away from it and towards you after another moment—and he's met with your gentle lips parted in awe. he blinks rapidly a few times to confirm the sight of your awe struck face in front of him is real, not something his imagination made up, before you break into a breathtaking smile.
"well then, let's get some black to add some darker shading to the sky! and some white—for the stars and moon...come on!"
—
itoshi rin is attentive. it's something you would come to learn soon enough. you're an avid artist—truly, it was your passion. rin can watch you scribble away in your sketchbook from where he sits in the back. english class is droning on, and for once, he's not paying attention.
you tilt your head over your notebook, staring at your drawing before you erase something and redraw it. rin watches the way your hair shifts and moves around you as you look at your sketchbook from different angles—perfecting your drawing. his lips twitch at the sight of your pout when the tip of your pencil breaks. you're restless, quickly sharpening it and continuing your drawing when the teacher's voice breaks him out of his daze.
"all right class, partner up! i'll let you chose your partners this time. please don't make me regret it," she sighs, and the excited chatter of the students quickly fills the once silent room.
rin straightens in his seat. he had absolutely no idea what the assignment was since he wasn't paying attention—but, right now, he didn't care. his eyes stayed glued on you, waiting to see who you would partner up with. rin has to crane his neck a bit as his classmates moved around and shifted seats—effectively blocking his view. once everyone settled down with their partners, rin is able to see you again.
and you're sitting by yourself.
rin doesn't know what urged him to walk towards you. he can hear his heart pounding—tugging him closer and closer towards where you sat. he swallows the lump in his throat, standing behind you silently before he taps your shoulder
you turn around, obviously not expecting him—because your eyes widen a bit when you see rin. and rin just...stares. he doesn't say anything, and it's like the two of you were sucked into a bubble, separating you from everyone else—you both stare at each other, blinking blankly and staying absolutely silent
"do you want to—"
"are you—"
rin wants to crawl into a hole and die. he shakes his head, pressing his lips into a firm line before speaking again. the flush of embarrassment in your cheeks was making him feel flustered.
"sorry. i was asking if you wanted to be partners with me," he speaks. rin places an awkward palm on the nape of his neck, silently questioning where he got the sudden boost of confidence to approach you from, because it had suddenly vanished into thin air—leaving him defenseless. you smile warmly at him, quickly moving over and beckoning to the open seat beside yours.
"yes! i'd love to be partners," you say, quickly closing your sketchbook and putting it away as he nods gratefully, taking the seat beside you.
"thank you," rin says. and then, it's quiet again. the tension is as thick as butter, and you look around awkwardly before laughing nervously
"so...do you know what we're supposed to be doing, rin-san?"
this was the first time you saw rin smile. and laugh. well, not laugh, per say. but he snorts, and it's almost as if he was surprised by his own reaction as he shakes his head with a soft grin.
"not a clue."
the rest of class consisted of the two of you leaning towards each other with bowed heads, you soft giggles and rin's low voice filling the void between you two.
—
itoshi rin has a friend.
this is what friends are, he decides. people who smile at you when they see you, people who help you with your homework and expect nothing in return. slowly, but surely, fall turned into winter, and winter turned into spring. friendship is a blossoming thing, he thinks. because it felt like every day that passed, you and rin became closer. like a knot tightening further and further—he was growing closer and closer to you.
your guidance is what rin needs. direction and kindness—you helped rin navigate his own mind through art, a language he could use to spill his heart's deepest desires. every stroke of his brush came straight from the core of his soul.
charcoal was your current medium of choice this friday afternoon. every harsh fingertip pressed into rin's paper and ever gentle brush of his knuckle against the page has its own meaning—its own purpose. his tongue is poked out in concentration, and you watch him in silent awe as the quiet sound of akamatsu sensei's record player filled the silence. rin thinks of the way your delicate fingers transverse and move when you make art, and he mimics your movements—your gentle voice reassuring him.
"beautiful," you breathe breathlessly, tentative hands carefully taking the paper rin hands you as you stare at the art piece he'd just created. a battle field—it's set up like a football field, but instead of players, there were towering presences instead. swords and shields, a storm in the background, long blades of grass and constellations of stars—rin's spark and love for art had been rekindled.
"thank you, y/n. i...i couldn't have done any of this without you. you're the only reason i'm not failing right now," he says softly, his voice almost sheepish as your eyes flit towards his—welling with pride.
"i wish i could frame this! it's beautiful...akamatsu sensei is going to be so proud of you, rin-san! this talent has always been with you. i just got the wheels rolling. you're very talented, i hope you understand." you smile softly, your eyes crinkling with the motion as rin's heart rate spikes at the sight
"rin," he whispers, and you blink in confusion before he clarifies himself
"call me just rin, please."
"oh! okay, rin," you smile, the familiar flush returning to your cheeks as rin smiles softly. if he moves even an inch, his knee will bump against yours under the table. rin is suddenly hyper aware of the space between you two. the music playing in the back ground fades to nothing, just like the world did, when rin stares at you. your eyes soften, and rin's positive his heart is going to burst right out of his chest and into your lap.
friends don't want to kiss their friends. the realization is chilling, and rin's eyes dart towards your lips for a split second—he couldn't stop himself, and the sight makes his breath hitch. soft, pink, plump—he wants to kiss you. he really wants to kiss you.
the screeching sound of his chair against the floor shatters the serene moment of peace. you blink rapidly from the loud interruption as rin wordlessly picks his bag off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder in a single, fluid motion before exiting the classroom. you're left stunned and alone, your smile falling as he leaves without saying goodbye,
alone again.
—
rin is not familiar with love, you have to understand this.
in itoshi rin's eyes—love was a transaction. a give or take scenario, and if you can't give something useful—you get your heart trampled on. a certain brother taught rin that. he leaves school that day sullen and empty, his heart physically hurting in his chest as he walked home.
rin started ignoring you after that day. he didn't show up to your after school tutoring sessions on friday, he stopped turning towards you when your english teacher told the class to partner up—and your seat in art class beside him was now occupied by his backpack, a clear message telling you he didn't want you sitting near him.
you have to understand—rin didn't have anything to give. he'd taken your kindness, your love, your guidance—but what did he have to offer? he's not very gentle, and as graceful as his movements may be, he can't always control the bite in his tongue. and he's sensitive. his humor borderlines between dry and downright crude. he's not used to having a friend, forget a lover—so, itoshi rin will ignore you. he will love you from afar, but he won't so much as glance in your direction anymore. because he cares too much, and rin thinks you deserve better. he doesn't thrive like you do, he destroys. and he's certainly not your mess to clean up.
"y/n,"
you glance away from rin's retreating figure. once again, he didn't bother to look at you all day or say goobye, he simply left class. akamatsu sensei's voice pulls you away from rin as you quickly approach her desk, bowing your head in greeting.
"sensei," you greet with a weary smile as her gaze softens. she hands you a slip of paper, her voice gentle as she speaks
"rin has been leaving class far too quickly for me to catch up with! would you be a dear and give this to him for me, please? it's a permission slip he must sign for our upcoming field trip,"
the words otsuka museum of art were printed neatly at the top. you'd been looking forward to this trip for months—you vaguely remember mentioning your excitement for it to rin at some point when he still spoke to you.
the otsuka museum of art scaled five floors, three underground and two above—of the richest art history ever. there were reportedly over a thousand paintings—masterpieces ranging from ancient times to the present day from all over the world. it was your dream to have your own art in a museum like the otsuka museum one day.
"okay, that's not a problem at all, akamatsu sensei, " you say softly, bidding her goodbye as she waves enthusiastically to you. you manage a meek wave, offering a small smile as you exit the classroom.
this was your chance to talk to rin. determined to find him before he left school for the day, you move swiftly through the crowded hallways—keeping a firm grip on your tote bag and the slip of paper between your fingertips as you push open the front doors of the school
and there he is. his strides are slow and long as he walks on the sidewalk about a dozen meters away from you. your feet hit the pavement as you quickly make your way towards him. he doesn't look up from his path to the school's football field—his hands remain shoved deep in his pockets and completely unaware of your approaching steps
"rin! rin, wait!"
he pauses mid step, and you watch every muscle in his back tense the moment your voice reached his ears. rin swallows the lump forming in his throat, closing his eyes for a moment before reluctantly turning around. his eyes are round in an almost childlike manner as you approach him
you take a deep breath before grabbing his hand—and he's startled for a moment before you place the field trip slip in his hand. he blinks down at it in confusion, squinting at the small text before they widen a bit in realization
"akamatsu sensei couldn't give it to you earlier, so, uh she asked me to," you quickly say, wringing your hands together nervously as rin stays silent, blinking at the paper in his hand.
"i...i'd be really happy if you came. of course, it's a voluntary thing but..."
even though rin won't look at you, resorting to burning a hole through the paper slip in his hands again, you continue with your words
"rin, i don't know if i did something wrong to upset you, or if i said something you didn't like—but...i'm sorry."
rin's jaw clenches, and a frown digs its way onto his face as he stares at you. he shakes his head as if to say no, and just when he opens his mouth to say something—a loud voice comes barreling your way.
"itoshi! you're late! on the field, now!"
his coach's voice is booming and demanding of attention, and you're startled enough to flinch. rin exhales sharply through his nose, a vein threatening to pop on his forehead as he fights to keep himself from cursing out his coach, something he'd done many times before, in front of you.
"i...we'll talk another time, okay?"
he doesn't seem to want to leave until he gets your confirmation, and you quickly nod
"i...okay."
he frowns at your hesitance, taking a half hearted step back, sparing you one last glance, before walking away. his shoulders are slumping the slightest bit with defeat, and you don't have the heart to keep watching. you begin the walk home, thoughts scattered and heart hurt.
—
thankfully, rin did show up the day of the trip.
your breath hitched when you saw him board the bus—his dark, inky strands mused from the wind outside as he huffed, handing akamatsu sensei his field trip form before he turns towards the open seats. yes, there was one right beside you. but rin took one on the other side of the aisle.
doing this, he kept himself both near you and faraway—you heart sinks at the silent rejection. you spend the bus ride sketching in your notebook, trying your best to not look at rin.
—
you fell asleep on the two hour drive there. rin thinks you look a lot like an angel when you sleep. your face is composed entirely of peace. your sketchbook lays idly in your lap, and rin frowns when he notices it's slipping from your grasp—he waits for the bus to approach a red light before slipping into the vacant spot beside you. he grabs your sketchbook, prepared to close it and put it safely away into your tote bag, when he sees what you were drawing
it was him.
—
everyone arrives to the museum after another fifteen minutes. and after going through security, your classmates and akamatsu sensei stand in the foyer—buzzing with excitement. you leave the group the second you're given the green light. everyone is given ninety minutes to explore the museum on their own before you all have to regroup and grab lunch. you slip away as quietly as you can, moving through the crowd of people in search of some much needed solitude.
you let out a breath of relief once you escape rin's presence. now, you can't see him at all—all you can see is the hundreds of art pieces and hallways waiting to be explored. they beckon you forward and call your name. your first step is hesitant as you remember how much you wanted to explore this beautiful building with rin just a month ago, but you take it anyway.
you move through the museum slowly, allowing your body to sink into the moment and absorb the entirely new world around you. the domed ceilings themselves have art painted on them, and you twirl and waltz through the halls, taking it all in.
your heart beat calms. your nerves, fears, sadness—it fades to background noise as you take it all in.
unbeknownst to you, rin follows you the entire time.
his movements are precise and elegant. he can duck behind a nearby family or statue the moment he anticipates your gaze nearing his vicinity. he keeps a healthy distance, his eyes never leaving your form.
there's a soft smile on your face as you explore the museum. rin can't help but watch the way you excitedly chat to the security guards posted by the arts and explain each piece's history. he watches your animated gestures to the enormous structures as you explain the myths and stories behind them.
you're far too kind for this world. truthfully, rin thinks your heart is bigger than the entire museum. you give, and you give, and you give—but you don't ask for anything in return. you're selfless—offering your sweet smiles to passerby’s and dorky art facts to anyone willing to hear.
rin would soon learn the love you offered was unconditional.
you're moving from exhibit to exhibit, before you finally enter an empty one. he stands by the entrance where your back is towards him. rin is nervous beyond belief—but he takes a step inside. you don't notice him at first, too busy staring at a painting the same height as you with a feverish type of awe
he steps beside you, not meeting your gaze as he peers up at the painting. a man and woman sit at a piano, looking at each other while they play in harmony. they're sitting in a ballroom of some sort, both in formal wear. rin can tell they're in love with the way they look at each other.
"i'm sorry."
rin can feel you go rigid beside him—he can hear the silent hitch in your breath as you keep your gaze glued to the painting, your fingers tensing at your sides as rin looks away from the painting, turning towards you.
he takes a moment to admire you. your lips, your lashes, the slope of your nose and the curve of your neck—before speaking
"i'm not good with my feelings. i push people away before they get to close, but it was like you slipped through the gaps—i...thought i'd hurt you if i stayed. but i hurt you by leaving. i like you, y/n. i like you more than any person i've ever known—i-i think i love you,"
the words fall from his lips in a broken whisper, and he wants to reach out and play with your fingers—have something to fidget with as he awaits your response. he wasn't going to shy away from admitting his feelings anymore, that wasn't rin. the only reason he messed up with you the first time was because he's never been in love before. but, he was willing to learn everything about it with you—he didn't want to do it with anyone else.
his eyes are glazed with unshed tears, because not once, not ever—has itoshi rin so clearly expressed his heart no another person.
this moment would forever be engraved into his heart, brain, and soul—but the sight of your face when you finally look at him steals the air from his lungs.
your lip trembles in disbelief for a moment, tears of joy springing from your eyes as you laugh—the sound a melody all in its own to rin's ears as you smile with all your teeth.
his mouth slots over yours a moment later. soft and oh so sweet—itoshi rin's kiss was like pressing your mouth against the petal of a flower. his hands cradle your face, his breathing coming out uneven and quick as you quite literally take his breath away—he kisses you hard, and you laugh into his mouth as your hands wrap around his neck
"i love you too, itoshi rin..!"
rin's eyes crinkle with a rare show of genuine joy. his eyes don't leave yours as he watches your thumb gently caress his cheek. because in a room full of art—itoshi rin would rather look at you.
we're goin' to freak town, my homeland ☆
Fruit Roll Up
Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Ryusei Shidou
Content: Blue Lock boys react to you wanting to wrap a fruit roll up around it (semi crack fic, semi smut)
A/N: inspired by this post -@captainshindo
Warnings: mentions of oral sex
Yoichi Isagi
"Wait, hold on—what?"
Isagi blinked at you like you had just suggested kicking a soccer ball all the way to the moon. His brows furrowed; lips slightly parted in sheer bewilderment as he tried to process your words.
"You wanna put a fruit roll up on… where?"
His voice wavered between confusion and mild concern as he sat there, watching you dangle a blue colorful fruit roll up between your fingers like it was some kind of forbidden delicacy. You grinned, leaning in a little closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Come on, Ichi, just trust me on this."
"I mean, sure, I guess. But why?" He shifted awkwardly, fingers twitching against his knee as a flush crept up his neck. His usual composure, the razor-sharp focus he had on the field, seemed to crumble under the sheer absurdity of the situation.
“Because I wanna try it out,” you said, pouting just enough to make it almost impossible for him to say no.
His shoulders sagged in surrender, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "If it makes you happy, then—ah! Ohhh, fuck—”
You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before jumping at the opportunity. A victorious grin spread across your face as you reached forward, determination shining in your eyes.
“See? Not such a bad idea, huh?” you mused as you got to work.
Isagi sucked in a sharp breath, throwing his head back with an unexpected hum. His fingers twitched against his sides as if resisting the urge to swat your hands away, but he didn’t. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before peeking at you, filled with a mix of trepidation and intrigue.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His voice came out breathless, slightly strained.
You tilted your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Maybe a little."
"As long as you’re happy," he muttered, exhaling through his nose. His ears were burning red, and he refused to meet your gaze, probably regretting every decision that led him to this moment. And yet, he didn’t stop you.
There was something about seeing Isagi, usually so confident and competitive, now reduced to a flustered mess over something so ridiculously simple. The contrast was almost too much to handle.
"Okay, okay," you giggled, finally pulling back slightly. "What do you think? Rate the experience."
Isagi blinked at you, lips parted like he was still buffering. Then, after a long pause, he swallowed thickly.
"Honestly?" He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at you. "Kinda… weird. But not bad. Like, I didn't think it would work, but now—uh." His sentence trailed off as he looked at you again, expression unreadable.
You smirked, tilting your head. "Go on."
"You might be onto something," he admitted begrudgingly, shifting slightly under your gaze. "But if you tell anyone about this, I swear—"
You snorted, reaching over to poke his cheek. "Relax, Ichi. I don’t tell anyone about anything we do in the bedroom"
"Alright, good. So, uh..." He trailed off, eyes locked onto you with anticipation. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head, waiting for him to continue.
His cheeks flushed as he hesitated before mumbling, "Are you gonna finish?"
A smirk played on your lips. "You want me to?"
"...Yes, please," he admitted, almost shyly.
And that was all the confirmation you needed before putting him back in your mouth and getting to work.
Meguru Bachira
"Oh-ho-ho~? You absolute freak, I love it!" Bachira clapped his hands together, eyes gleaming with mischief like a goblin who had just discovered a new way to cause mayhem. He leaned in closer, watching you with rapt attention.
You pulled out the fruit roll up, mango pineapple flavored and got to work wrapping it around Bachira’s dick.
"Wait, wait, wait—you’re actually doing this? Oh, this is gonna be amazing." His excitement was borderline unhinged, his energy bouncing all over the place as he perched on the edge of his seat, barely able to contain himself.
You didn’t expect him to be this excited. You were actually unsure of how he’d react to your request but this was better than you expected. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing though because before you even got to put your mouth on it, he was swirling out ideas.
"What’s next, huh? Should we go full dessert mode? Whipped cream? Chocolate drizzle? No? Tch, you’re no fun," he teased, shaking his head dramatically before perking right back up. "Fine, fine! Just fruit rolls ups… for now"
As you rolled your eyes and continued, Bachira, of course, had to make things weirder. He started making airplane noises, rocking side to side like a child hyped up on sugar. "Choo-choo! Here comes the flavor train! Next stop: Meguru’s curiosity!"
You shot him a look, exasperated. "Are you seriously narrating this?"
"Of course! This is a historic moment!" he declared, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.
His laughter bubbled up as he watched you, his gaze filled with that signature mix of chaotic excitement and genuine affection. "Y’know, I gotta say," he mused, tilting his head, "I love the way your brain works. Completely unhinged. Just my type."
His endless enthusiasm made it impossible not to laugh. "You’re ridiculous."
"And you love it," he shot back, beaming.
“Oh–oh! Oh this is… this is better than I was expecting~” Bachira moaned as you put his fruit roll up covered cock all the way into your mouth.
“Yeah?” You hummed, the vibrations from your words contributing to his pleasure
“Oh yeah, please, don’t stop.” He shut his eyes, his hands finding their way to your hair, entangling themselves in it.
At the end of the day, Bachira was a whirlwind of chaos and sugar who made everything twice as fun, just by being himself. And oh how you loved him for it.
Hyoma Chigiri
Chigiri stared at you, utterly unimpressed. His crimson eyes flickered with disbelief as he took in your suggestion, arms crossed in a way that made him look like a prince being subjected to absolute nonsense. "You could have literally suggested anything else," he said, voice as flat as ever, "anything, and you went with fruit roll-ups?"
You nodded enthusiastically.
He exhaled sharply through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like this was giving him an actual migraine. "This has to be some weird diet trend I don’t know about," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Not a diet," you corrected with a grin. "Just an experience."
Chigiri gave you the most deadpan stare imaginable, like he was seriously reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment. But despite his apparent suffering, you could see the tiny twitch at the corner of his lips, threatening to betray him.
After a few more seconds of dramatic silence, he sighed in surrender. "Fine," he relented, shifting his weight like a reluctant aristocrat about to partake in the peasantry. "But just this once. And don’t—" he paused, fixing you with a sharp gaze, "—get any on my sheets. I don’t want ants."
You snorted. "That’s what you’re worried about?"
"Obviously," he replied smoothly, flicking his silky, shiny hair over his shoulder like this was just another day of dealing with absolute chaos.
You rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t done. "And if this ends up being terrible," he continued, narrowing his gaze, "you owe me. Big time."
"Deal," you chirped, already enjoying how much this was ruffling his usually composed demeanor.
As you prepared everything, Chigiri watched you like a hawk—arms crossed, gaze sharp, still looking vaguely offended by the entire ordeal. Yet, despite all his protests, there was no missing the curiosity lurking beneath his exasperation.
He was trying way too hard to act like he wasn’t at least a little intrigued.
And that was exactly why you loved messing with him.
“What’s taking so l-” Before he could finish, you had him in your mouth. He froze for a moment, shocked, but quickly relaxed, melting like putty as you continued, savoring each movement as you slurped him up like a slushie.
“D-don’t stop,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut, clearly enjoying the experience.
“I’m taking this is going well, and that I won’t have to owe you?” you asked, pulling away. You noticed the disappointed look on his face when you stopped.
“We’re not finished yet. I’ll let you know when we’re done,” he replied, his frown deepening.
“Sounds to me like you’re hoping I’ll keep going,” you teased. “but, you don’t have to tell me twice”
Rin Itoshi
Rin took one look at the fruit roll-ups in your hands, then glanced at you, and without missing a beat, he immediately turned on his heel and started walking away. "No."
You blinked, staring after him. "No? Why not?"
He didn’t even slow down as he walked away, his voice barely turning back to address you. "Because you’re insane."
You gasped dramatically, hand on your chest. "Excuse me?"
Rin rubbed his temples like he could already feel a headache forming. "Find someone else to entertain your sugar-fueled delusions," he called over his shoulder, completely unimpressed.
You stood there, staring at his retreating form, half frustrated and half amused by his complete lack of enthusiasm for your idea.
He came back five minutes later out of pure curiosity.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, arms crossed, watching you with that look like he was contemplating whether he was about to make the worst decision of his life.
"How set are you on this," he began with a sigh, his tone reluctant.
“Very.”
"This is a terrible idea." But despite his words, there was a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, and his eyes had softened ever so slightly. Yet, he still walked back into the room, eyeing the way you were on your knees.
You grinned, clearly winning this battle.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes, "I’ll humor you. But, this doesn’t mean I’m into this food fetish thing you got going on"
You could tell he was trying his best to seem unaffected by the ridiculousness of it all, but there was no hiding the faint interest in his eyes as he watched you get to work.
"One condition," Rin added, stepping a little closer now, as if finally accepting that he was going to be involved in whatever you were planning.
You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"
"Don’t make it weird," his eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to guard himself against whatever might come next.
You leaned in with a grin. "No promises."
Seishiro Nagi
There was only the faintest hint of interest in his eyes as he leaned back on the pillows. He barely even moved, perfectly embodying the phrase ‘no thoughts, just vibes.’
As you started preparing your… unique setup, Nagi just lounged there, sprawled out like a cat in the sun. He didn't have any objections, nor did he offer much in the way of encouragement. He simply watched, not bothered enough to care.
"Seriously? You’re just letting me do this?" you asked.
"Yeah, I guess," he replied, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as he stifled a yawn. His voice was so devoid of energy that it was impossible to tell if he was bored or just entertained by how over-the-top you were being.
You kept going, not letting his disinterest stop you. After all, this was Nagi, his lack of reaction was practically a sign that you were doing something right.
The only time Nagi actually stirred was when a stray piece of the fruit roll up fell on his stomach, just within his reach. Without even opening his eyes, he lazily reached for it, grabbed it, and popped it into his mouth with zero fanfare.
"Huh. Tasty," he muttered, completely unfazed. He didn’t even bother elaborating or making a face.
"You’re so weird," you said, shaking your head, but secretly enjoying the way he just went with it.
"Says you," Nagi scoffed with a lazy grin, his eyes flicking over to you briefly.
"That’s why you love me." you smiled before taking him in, enjoying the way the fruit roll up melted in your mouth agains the heat of your warm tongue. Nagi hissed at the feeling, giving you the first reaction of this whole ordeal.
“How does it feel?” You asked, pulling away to wipe the drool off your lips.
“Feels like…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Like you should keep going.”
Reo Mikage
Reo nearly choked on air when you casually dropped the suggestion, his entire body stiffening in surprise. "Excuse me—what?" he managed, his voice high and incredulous. You, on the other hand, were entirely unphased, raising an eyebrow at his dramatic reaction.
"Fruit. Roll. Ups." you said slowly, as if that explained everything.
"I heard you. I just… why?" Reo blinked several times, mouth hanging open as he tried to process what you’d just said. He reached for his glass of water, clearly trying to calm himself down, but it only served to make the situation worse. He buried his face in his hands with a long, exasperated sigh, as if he was somehow both embarrassed and horrified.
"I swear, this is why rich people get accused of having weird kinks," he muttered, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands.
You smirked, leaning back casually, clearly enjoying the sight of his spiraling. "Well, you know what they say, if the shoe fits," you teased.
"I don’t even know where to begin with this suggestion."
You shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "It’s simple. Fruit Roll-Ups. You wrap it around things. You eat it. End of story."
"I—" He stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying to stave off a headache. His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, his usual grace and composure slipping for just a moment. "Why Fruit Roll-Ups of all things? Why not… I don’t know, something normal like chocolate or honey or strawberries or—anything that makes sense?"
"Why not?" you countered with a teasing grin. "It’s fun, it’s colorful, it’s sugary. What’s not to love?"
"I… I just can’t believe you’re serious about this." He leaned back in his chair.
"Come on, Reo," you prodded, trying not to laugh at his genuine discomfort. "What’s the worst that could happen?”
“It’s just weird, alright?”
"I mean, it’s not like you have to do it, but…" You paused for effect, watching his every move.
He let out a dramatic groan, the sound of someone utterly defeated. "I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?"
"Maybe," you teased, enjoying the drama unfolding before you. "But isn’t that what makes it fun?"
“This is fun to you?”
"You’re right," you said with a playful grin. "I should’ve suggested something weirder. Like… jelly beans and pickles."
His eyes went wide. "No! Absolutely not! I have some standards, okay? My dick isn’t some candy buffet, Y/n, damn.”"
“Aw, man.” You pouted, pretending to be disappointed.
"You’re insane. But fine," he said after a beat, finally giving in, his voice resigned. "If this is what you want, I’ll play along, but just so you know, I will be silently judging you this whole time."
You raised an eyebrow. "Judging me? Oh please, I’m gonna make you a mess under me.”
The thought sent a shiver down Reo’s body. He was getting mad at himself from how turned on he was starting to get. "Whatever. Let’s just get this over with— JESUS CHRIST WOMAN, YOU COULD’VE GAVE ME A WARNING.”
Yeah, he came three times.
Sae Itoshi
Sae just stared at you. Then at the fruit roll up. Then back at you.
"You need therapy."
“Sae, what the hell.” You gasp.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by your silent, almost eager stare. “You’re weird,” he muttered, a little edge to his tone. “Why would I let you do that?”
You shrugged innocently, feeling a little giddy, “I just think it would be fun.”
You leaned in just a bit, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, Sae. Don’t tell me you’re not curious.”
His gaze flickered to the fruit roll-up again, then back to your face, his expression still unreadable. “You need serious help.”
You simply frowned, the corners of your mouth turning down with a playful defiance. “You’re not going to let me? Really?”
"No." He replied, his voice steady and unbothered, almost too simple.
"Saeee..." You stretched his name out dramatically, your eyes wide with pleading. "Please?"
He raised an eyebrow, his expression resigned. "What kind of pleasure do you get from this, other than tormenting me?"
"It’ll be fun, I swear," you insisted with a hopeful grin.
He shook his head, sighing deeply as though he couldn’t believe the words coming from your mouth. "This isn’t fun, Y/n. This is odd. You’re odd. I’ve already said no, so stop asking."
Defeated, you let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping in exaggerated disappointment. Slowly, you walked off to put the box of fruit roll-ups back, doing your best to suppress the letdown you were feeling.
Later that day, you were sitting on the couch, sulking a little, when you heard the familiar shuffle of his footsteps. Surprised, you looked up to see him standing in front of you, a box of fruit roll-ups in hand. He refused to make eye contact, simply shoving the box into your hands without a word.
You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. "What’s this?"
He grumbled, his voice almost a growl. "Fine. You can do it."
Your jaw dropped in disbelief. "Really? What made you change your mind?"
He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated but unable to hide the hint of frustration beneath his words. "Does it even matter? Just... let’s get this over with before I change my mind again."
"Okay! Yippie!" You exclaimed.
Without wasting a second, you leapt up from the couch, your excitement bubbling over. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, planting kisses all over his face in a flurry of joy before dragging him to the bedroom to give him the most toe-tingling, sheet-gripping, jaw-breaking blow job of his entire life all with his dick wrapped in a fruit roll up.
Michael Kaiser
“What’s… this?” Kaiser asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and slight confusion as he watched you settle comfortably between his legs, unwrapping a brightly colored fruit roll-up.
You gave him a nonchalant glance, still focused on your task. “A fruit roll-up,” you answered simply, as though the answer was obvious.
He didn’t even flinch as you casually unzipped his pants, a move that was second nature between the two of you. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness. You had an unspoken understanding, a rhythm that allowed such actions to be taken without question. You both made sure to check in with each other, confirming mutual comfort and consent, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious when you did.
Kaiser eyed you intenty, his gaze flickering between your hands and your face, the curiosity and interest clear in his expression. It wasn’t often that he had to wonder about your next move.
“I can see that,” he murmured, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, though his eyes narrowed in on you. “But what exactly are you doing?”
“I’m wrapping it around your dick while I suck you off.” You say casualy.
“What?” He looked at you like you were insane. “The fuck?”
You threw a Fruit Roll-Up at his face, the candy whizzing through the air and slapping against his cheek with an audible squelch.
He blinked, clearly caught off guard by it, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he slowly peeled the sticky fruit snack off his skin. “The hell? What’d you do that for?” he frowned, his voice laced with confusion.
“You talk too much,” you said, your tone cool. “Just let me suck you off with a fruit roll up around it.”
Kaiser’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashing in them. “I never said yes,” he replied, his voice steady, though there was a hint of challenge beneath it.
You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “You never said no,”
Kaiser chuckled, the deep sound of amusement escaping him. “You're a strange one, aren’t you?” He smirked, resting his chin in his hand, eyes glinting with something that bordered between mischief and intrigue. “But I like strange. It keeps things interesting."
He leaned forward slightly, making the moment feel far more dramatic than it had any right to be. He seemed to take your little silly idea and blow it up, turning it into some high-class, avant-garde experience, as if he were about to set the stage for a grand performance.
“If we’re doing this,” he grabbed your chin, tilting your face to have your gaze meet his, “we do it my way.”
Ryusei Shidou
Shidou didn’t hesitate. His excitement was instant and electric, the mischievous gleam in his eyes only growing as he took a step toward you, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist about to unveil his latest, chaotic experiment.
“Fuck yeah! Let’s get weird!” he cheered, his voice booming with confidence.
You blinked at him, barely processing his enthusiasm, but the way he immediately dove into brainstorming ideas made you grin despite yourself. Shidou was never one to shy away from insane shit like this.
“What if we melt chocolate on it? Or dip it in Red Bull? OOH, what if we—”
“Ryu, no,” you cut him off, shaking your head, but even as you spoke, you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the possibilities were. Chocolate and Red Bull? He was serious about it too, you could see it in his eyes.
“Ryu, yes.” He pushed back.
His unwavering energy propelling him into territory you weren’t even sure you’d signed up for. A fruit roll-up was one thing, but now, the absurd ideas were starting to sound less like wild jokes and more like they could actually happen.
“Just imagine, Y/n. We could put gummy bears on it. Or maybe marshmallows. Maple syrup. Do you even know how good that would be?”
You stared at him, trying to process the combination of ingredients he was suggesting. The thought alone made your stomach do the thing (your pancreas crying from that diabetic nightmare), but for some reason, you could almost see it working. You did like those snacks,
But still, you had to draw a line somewhere.
“Red bull? Isn’t that a little... too much? Like, even for you?”
Shidou’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Not enough,” he said matter-of-factly, throwing his arms wide in dramatic flair. “It needs to be bold, right? We’re talking flavor explosion. This isn’t a snack, it’s a masterpiece.”
“Let’s just start with the fruit roll-up, we’ll think about the other stuff after.”
Shidou looked disappointed for all of two seconds before a devilish grin crossed his face again. “Deal. But just so you know, you’ve opened Pandora’s box. I’m not responsible for where this goes.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. The man was practically salivating over the idea of you giving him blowjobs with various snacks on his dick.
You unwrapped the fruit roll-up slowly, the shiny, sticky paper catching the light. Shidou purred at the sight of your delicate hands working so meticulously into wrapping it around his throbbing cock. You looked so pretty, all concentrated as you did the strangest things with him. That’s why he loved you, you matched his freak.
By the time it was all over, Shidou had somehow convinced you to incorporate donuts, bagels, whipped cream, honey, and even the gummy worms he so desperately wanted you to use. When the chaos finally settled, your throat ached, your stomach full, and your face was a mess—covered in a mix of food crumbs, sugar, and the remnants of his sweet, milky cum.
reverse trope writing prompt
note: I found it in my pinterest and knew I had to do it
TOO MANY BEDS
RYUSEI SHIDOU didn't expect you to book a room with twin beds on your first trip as a couple. He was relieved when you went back to the lobby to complain about the suite you were given, as you had asked for one with a queen bed. You came back defeated, the hotel couldn't give you that room because it was already booked. Shidou just smiled and said "Well, we can use one bed to fuck and the other to sleep".
ACCIDENTALLY KIDNAPPING A MAFIA BOSS
REO MIKAGE couldn't have found the situation any funnier. There he was, tied to a chair, staring at you and your best friend as you argued. Apparently, the two of you were new recruits for Mikage's rival Mafia family, the Sakamoto. The Sakamoto had just asked the two of you to kidnap one of Mikage's subordinates in order to get some information. Little did you know that you had accidentally kidnapped the boss, and if the Mikage clan found out that their boss had been kidnapped, they would start a war between the two clans. "I won't tell anyone if you go out with me," Reo said, pointing at you. You shouldn't have left college.
DIVORCE OF CONVENIENCE
SAE ITOSHI is finally single again, and his fans are going crazy over the news. A few months ago, some noisy magazine revealed that Sae had been married to you, an up-and-coming sports reporter, for two years. His fans started attacking him and you, all your hard work to get there, was reduced to just "Sae's partner for life". Best decision? Pretending to get a divorce. He wouldn't have obsessed fans flirting all his information and you wouldn't be verbally harassed. If the fans knew that while they were celebrating the news he was loving you harder in your new and more private apartment.
DATING YOUR ENEMY’S SIBLING
YOICHI ISAGI and you have been dating for 6 months, enough time to finally introduce him to your family. There he was, sweating and trying to keep cool. He wanted to make a good impression. Finally, he rang the doorbell with a big smile on his face. But his smile faded when he realised that the overprotective siblings were some familiar faces: the Itoshi siblings. Sae looked down at him and Rin just closed the door, leaving Isagi outside. He was screwed.
INSTEAD OF FAKE DATING, EVERYONE IS CONVINCED THAT YOU AREN’T ACTUALLY DATING
RIN ITOSHI couldn't believe that the same thing that had happened to his older brother was happening to him. Not only that, but the same magazine. Unlike Sae, things had taken a different turn for you and him. People didn't believe that he and you, the sweetheart idol of Japan, were together, they said that the pictures were too blurry and that if those two figures were you and him, they couldn't see any chemistry. Oh no. At the next event Rin brought you as your plus one and he showed everyone how much of a couple you were.
🎋masterlist
we're at that point where world leaders are literally openly talking about the mass deportation and ethnic cleansing of palestinians and people are still like no but they don't mean it like that :)
it was no secret that isagi yoichi was a beast on the field. his teammates knew it, his opponents feared it—but somehow, it had been a well-kept secret from you.
you’d always known isagi as your sweet, gentle boyfriend—the one who blushed when you complimented him, the one who held your hand like it was something precious, the one who stammered out shy confessions like he hadn’t already stolen your heart. so, when you decided to surprise him at practice, you expected that same isagi.
what you didn’t expect was this.
“are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” isagi’s voice rang out across the field, sharp and unforgiving. your eyes widened as you watched him glare at one of his teammates, his hands thrown up in exasperation. “what the hell was that pass supposed to be?! you trying to hand them the damn game? fuckin’ idiot, i’m gonna kill you!”
you froze.
this wasn’t the soft-spoken isagi who got flustered when you kissed his cheek. this was someone else entirely—someone whose presence dominated the field, whose intensity crackled in the air like a storm. he was pacing, his jaw clenched, his tone nothing short of ruthless.
“you wanna play like that? you might as well quit! i’m not babysitting your lazy ass out here!” his voice was fierce, relentless. “jesus christ, do you even care about winning, or are you just here to waste everyone’s goddamn time?! fucking useless!”
you didn’t know whether to be horrified or impressed.
the isagi in front of you was nothing like the one who shyly asked if you wanted to share his scarf on cold mornings. this isagi was a leader, a competitor, a force of nature that refused to accept anything less than victory. and damn, was it hot.
then, as if sensing your presence, isagi’s head suddenly snapped toward you. his sharp glare vanished instantly, replaced by wide eyes and a deep red blush creeping up his neck.
“u-uh…” he swallowed hard, visibly panicking. “you saw that?”
you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “oh, i definitely saw that.”
isagi rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. “i-it’s just… the game, you know?”
you hummed, stepping closer until you could see the lingering frustration in his eyes—frustration that quickly melted when you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“i think i like both versions of you,” you teased, watching as his face turned impossibly red.
“…oh my god,” he muttered, covering his face with his hands. “you’re never letting this go, are you?”
you grinned. “not a chance.
maybe this year i will watch two movies
animals are quite funny.. you show them a Thing and theyre like "ok i will Sniff this"..
people are literally so boring a male character will kill 10000 people and steal candy from babies and theyll be like omg thats my king! but a female character is rude once and theyre like i hope she dies violently
awwww, like me or smth?
ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu, chigiri hyoma, baro shoei, oliver aiku and isagi yoichi (f!reader) [THATS A HUGE ROSTER LMAO]
— healthy relationships 'n healthy convos >:))))
genre(s). fluff!!!
cw. swearing; possibly triggering phrases or jokes (please dont hesitate to tell me if u spot any of these!!)
note. i love healthy relationships (thank you so much pinterest for the inspo)
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