BLUE LOCK BOYS AS ROMANCE TROPES !

( i ). characters— itoshi sae, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo.

( ii ). contents— fluff, angst.

ITOSHI SAE + second chance at love !

it's raw with desperation and fear and hope— the way sae's fingers are clutching the fabric of your shirt. it's wasn't supposed to be this way. he kisses the tears trailing down cheeks, “you said it was over. you said it wasn't worth it. you said you didn't want—” you choke on your own words, hand closing in fists on your sides when sae mutters breathlessly, “i didn't mean it, never ever.” he says. something like guilt burns in his eyes, a taste of regret on his lips, uncertainty and impatience in his hastened breaths.

it's crazy, you think. the way he still has that effect he had on you years ago when you were both seventeen in the airport terminal, teary eyes and staggered breaths. when the fear that the distance would tear you apart first took over, and sae stopped believing. when you looked away from him for the first time and he didn't reach out to wipe your tears. it wasn't supposed to be this way. he was back after four years and you weren't supposed to be in his arms. you promised yourself you'd talk like old friends do, and he trusted himself that he wouldn't say anything to try and make you stay.

“i think it can work, you and me, us. just the two of us and it'll be enough.” you know these words have burned on his tongue for long, because they're warm on your lips. you're kissing him back like it's only natural to do so.“i'm already yours, always have been.” he murmurs.

ITOSHI RIN + childhood friends to lovers !

it's the warm and golden hues of the setting sun melting into the evening blues, splattered colours of contrast coming together— the mark of a newborn eve, the smell of wet earth after the first shower of spring and the cool caress of the breeze. rin is standing by the entrance gates to your school, leaning against the wall, head rested to the side as he waits for you.

you think you're caught in a trance. his back covers the remnants of the sunlight like the moon eclipsing the sun, casting shadows of orange glows. when he breathes, the shadows dance with him. he frowns in wait, and you catch up to him. when you smile, it's almost melancholy, “what's got you smiling like that?” rin eyes the solemn curve of your lips.

“hmm? i think it's ’cause i like you.” the words bleed from your voice in saccharine hues, in bittersweet whispers of unrequited love and fear that maybe you've ruined the carefully painted mosaic of years of knowing rin and the sea green gleam of his eyes, the quiet hums and smiles only you know, the knowledge that he doesn't know how to make paper planes, summer nights of horror movie marathons and trading ice creams.

rin parts his lips, eyes as wide as saucers. he sucks a breath in— searching for the second you say you're joking, “do you mean that?”

you nod and rin's arms swallow you whole, chests pressed so close your heartbeats sync and improvise as one.

“i like you too, really like you.” he breathes into your neck— lingers of relief and gratitude like he's breathing for the first time.

NAGI SEISHIRO + forced proximity !

past 2 am into the late hours of midnight blues and the heavy patters rain against the glass window, reduced to background noise because you're subconsciously trying to trace the steady pattern of nagi's breathing, eyes skimming the fall and rise of his chest every two seconds.

you've been awake since thunder rumbled the walls of your temporarily-shared bedroom for the first time tonight. some fun, memorable just-close-friends trip this is. perhaps it wasn't enough you had to share the bed with someone, maybe it's truly because that someone happened to be nagi seishiro that you can't sleep at all. you're conscious of every breath he takes, how his body expands and relaxes. the heat of your bodies melding as one like a blanket of second warmth over you. “you still awake?” you ask, low and soft. nagi hums, “mhm, if you still are.”

his voice is nothing but a breath of the comfort of not being alone, exhaustion from the day clawing at his throat. “you can sleep if you want.” you say, it's whispered into the night— a silent thank you because he's letting you know he's here as long as you want him, “i wanna stay like this.” he urges, bringing a hand to brush your hair behind your ear and let you him. you let him hook his arm around your waist, foreheads brushing lightly, breaths tangling in knots and lips seconds away from meeting. you watch the curve of his lips, how they move to form words, “i like this more.”

MIKAGE REO + fake relationship !

you think reo had always looked like midsummer nights adorned with princely smiles and bubbles of champagne in the glass, glitters of neon city lights against damp car windows, juvenile secrets traded as i love you's with the hope it lasts forever. ( it doesn't. )

it lingers in the way he kisses you these days— a small talk to fill in loud silences, pretense and improvised. you kiss him back— a lullaby of aching heartbreak, unrequited and young. it almost makes you forget about the blinding flashes of camera lights, hurrying to capture the moment mikage reo is seen with his partner.

it's just like he had asked you to, “date me” he'd said, missing the way your eyes lit up, “it doesn't have to be real, just enough so my parents stop setting me up for blind dates.”

“i don't think i can do this anymore.” your voice breaks, eyes refusing to meet his.

“what? why?—” he rushes close and you step back, “it's getting too real for me, i can't.”

he pauses— ponders your words, lets them replay in his mind over and over again, “...and you don't want that?” you do. so much that you said yes before thinking when he first proposed this, “what about you, reo? this... this means nothing to you right? none of th—”

“it does”, his voice is almost begging, “it means everything to me. you do. it's you and it's always been you.” he looks at you, wondering if he should continue. he does anyway, “it's real. i loved you every time i said it, every time i didn't say it. I'll say it again if you want me to—” and you hear it, like it's always been there, like it's all he's ever known, “— i love you, y/n.”

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xdncrkay

2 years ago

PROMPTS FOR THE HEAVY HEARTED

the burdened:

“ being alive is exhausting. ”

“ i ruin everything i touch. ”

“ no one ever helped me when i needed it. so, i just. try to do my best to keep others from feeling that kind of loneliness. ”

“ i feel like the pain is all i am anymore. ”

“ i wish i remembered anything other than loneliness. ”

“ i’m not a particularly good person. but sometimes i wish someone would think i am. ”

“ i’m just always the one who gets left behind. ”

“ i never seem to belong anywhere. or to anyone. ”

“ i’m alone. and it’s my own fault. but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. ”

“ i don’t know how to just live. i constantly feel like i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. ”

“ i always expect people to hurt me. because they usually do. ”

“ i don’t know how to let go of my trauma. i don’t know what i am without it. ”

“ it’s better if i’m alone. i can’t hurt anyone if there’s no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck ups. ”

“ there are just too many people depending on me. i can’t rest. i can’t let them down. ”

“ i don’t have anything or anyone left anymore. ”

“ i’m not strong. or brave. i survive ‘cause there’s not really any other choice. ”

“ i tried to give up before. but the universe just didn’t let me. ”

“ i just want to be done. i’m tired. i’m so, so fucking tired. ”

“ i know it’s selfish. but i wish someone would just take care of me. ”

“ every time i start to feel like things are getting quieter and i can feel safe, something bad always happens. ”

“ i tend to love people more than they love me. and it’s okay. i don’t mind but…it can be lonely. ”

“ i just don’t feel like my life makes any difference to anyone. i’m just here. ”

the comforter:

“ hey, look at me. i’m listening. you can tell me anything. ”

“ how can i help you feel less alone? ”

“ i’m here and i’m not leaving or letting you change the subject. now talk to me. ”

“ i know you feel like you’re alone and i’m not going to invalidate that. but i can tell you that i’m here. and i know there are people who want to care and help if you’ll let them. ”

“ whatever it is you’re struggling with, i want to help and it’s not going to make me look at you any different. ”

“ i like having you around. and not because of what you can do for me or give to me— i like you. i value you as a person. ”

“ i just need you to know that you’ve never been ‘nobody’ to me. you’ve never been nothing. ”

“ you’re important to me. you hear me? you’re important. and that’s never gonna change. ”

“ i’m not going anywhere until you get some sleep. ”

“ i want to take care of you. please, let me. ”

“ no one is meant to be all alone. that’s not how humans are built. you don’t need to do all this on your own. ”

“ you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you. you never did. ”

“ i can’t promise you aren’t going to have any more hardship. but i can promise i’m gonna be right here to get your through it. ”

“ you make a difference in my life. i’m not just saying that. it wouldn’t be the same without you here and i don’t want to find out what it’d be like to not have you around. ”

“ next time it gets this bad, you call me okay? now you just sit there and i’m gonna make you some tea and soup and we’re gonna talk this out. ”

“ is it getting bad again? ”

“ you are so much stronger and braver than you think. ”

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xdncrkay

5 years ago

That subtle shift in expression (widening eyes, brows lifting, slacking jaw, hands raising) when they realize they’re about to get hurt. Their muscles tense, and their posture curls away defensively, as if by looking away they could somehow shield themself.

Maybe they’re in the calm few seconds before an explosion. Maybe they’re staring down the barrel of a gun. Maybe supernatural forces are involved. Regardless, they’re about to face excrutiating pain, and they know it.

Bonus: Standing their ground anyway, to protect a loved one.

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xdncrkay

4 months ago

phainon x f!reader. sfw ⏜ .𖥔 ݁₊ the moment he realizes he loves you.

Nearly half of Amphoreus would say that Phainon’s love for you bloomed slowly. A tender type of fondness that gradually became something more like affection over time. The other half, unsurprisingly so, insists that he fell hard — and fast. More similar to a sudden and clumsy descent into love that he only fell deeper and deeper into.

And then, there’s someone who thinks it’s neither.

“You still haven’t left to tell her?” Mydei asks a few feet away from him, arms crossed and body gently resting against the wall. He almost looks surprised to see him, having already expected to see the chamber vacant by now.

“Hm? Tell her what?”

He stands up straighter hearing this. “That you’re safe. She’d be the one worrying herself sick over something like this, right?”

The realization settles in his eyes within a second. He’s knocking on your door the very next — and when your eyes widen, sputtering his name in disbelief once before you’re rushing to squeeze him in a tearful embrace — another realization strikes him.

Your hearts are beside each other when he first realizes he loves you. It’s not that his love for you bloomed slowly, or that it randomly struck him in an instant. Rather, Mydei thinks it’s been there this entire time, hidden beneath the guise of fondness, the same way the sun is still present even behind a thick cloud.

“Uh oh. You’re not crying, are you?” His arms move to hold you tighter against his front before he’s rubbing up and down your back (a third realization then hits him: that it feels awfully natural to embrace each other in this way, and that he also doesn’t really like the idea of making you cry).

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you murmur into him, “of course I’d be crying. I’ve been worried sick this whole time.”

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xdncrkay

3 years ago

Words to use instead of “said” organized by emotion/intention

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xdncrkay

2 years ago

this is stupid.

kuroo knows that better than anyone—knows that this is entirely unreasonable and entirely spur of the moment and entirely something he should not do—but you’re standing in the kitchen, covered in flour, and the words seem to fall from his lips as if they were always meant to be there.

“marry me,” he says, and he means it just as he did when he asked you yesterday as he kissed you goodbye, and just as he did the day before when you tripped down the stairs, and just as he would tomorrow if you said no.

but this time, as laughter spills from your lips, messy dough coating your cheeks, something stirs in him. something that he wouldn’t find yesterday and won’t find tomorrow and something that feels like hope, and delirium and you—and he thinks, if only for a second, that stupid isn’t even the word for it.

“you’re asking right now?” you raise a brow, motioning your fingers around your mess of a kitchen, and a silly little smile draws across his cheeks.

“i am.”

“i’m covered in flour,” you say.

and he grins, “yeah, and you should marry me.”

you shake your head, pulling your lips together, and you give him that look you always do; the ’maybe when we’re older and smarter and a little less prone to divorce’ look that he’s grown to dread.

because, yes, this is stupid—incredibly so—but he’s twenty-one and he’s pretty sure he’s never going to get much smarter than this and you share a bed every night without killing each other, so, really, why not?

he holds his hand in the air, waiting to insist on asking you again tomorrow, but you laugh—soft and bright and something that aches like home—and a little okay rolls off your lips.

“what?” his fingers stutter in front of him, voice tugging at the back of his throat, and you laugh.

“i said okay.”

“you’re kidding,” he says, a little too dumbfounded for his own good.

“now why would i do that?” you reply, a little tease catching your breath.

(oh, you must be trying to kill him now.)

“because i asked you to marry me.”

“you did.”

“and you said yes.” a breath spills from your throat—happy little laughter swirling between you.

“i did.”

and he doesn’t know whether to scream, or cry, or maybe throw up, but he does know that you just agreed to marry him, so all three sound like a solid approach.

“i’m in love with you,” he says, hands reaching for floured cheeks.

“well i would hope so.”

and he rolls his eyes, pulling you in—lips meeting yours with a clash of flour and warmth and a breath of anything but regret—and he’s sure that he’d be stupid every day of his life if it meant being with you.

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xdncrkay

2 years ago

❥ [ 03. ] three hours

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next. ]

synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.

note — venti @ my dumbass supportive and final braincell

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xdncrkay

2 years ago

first kiss prompts

'' you sure you wanna do this? ''

'' we can take things slow. ''

'' you're the best first kiss i've ever had. ''

'' i'm quite nervous. ''

'' you're doing good. ''

'' close your eyes. ''

'' i've never done this before. ''

'' i want [our first kiss] to be special. ''

'' no pressure or anything. ''

'' i thought [the kiss] was great. not that i have much to compare to. ''

'' wanna practice? ''

'' just get it over with. i'm tired of not knowing what it feels like. ''

'' i'm gonna remember this for a while. ''

'' i like kissing you. ''

'' that... was terrible. sorry. ''

'' do you wanna make out? ''

'' i really want to kiss you right now. ''

'' kiss me and you'll find out. ''

'' permission to lean in? '' '' permission granted. ''

'' i'm not a delicate flower. kiss me like you mean it. ''

'' if anybody were to kiss me... i would want that person to be you. ''

'' i've been wanting to kiss you for a while. ''

'' teach me how to do it. ''

'' are you nervous? ''

'' i don't want you to be disappointed. ''

'' can i get another one? ''

'' why don't you come inside? ''

'' i haven't mastered the art of kissing yet. ''

'' you're a great kisser. ''

'' teach me. ''

'' is there such a thing as love at first kiss? ''

'' kiss me again, but don't stop this time. ''

'' can i kiss you? ''

'' wanna go slow? ''

'' if you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away. ''

'' i love it when you kiss me. ''

'' it's important that you're comfortable. ''

'' it's cute, this thing you're doing. '' '' being all nervous? ''

'' how far do you wanna go tonight? ''

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? ''

'' i don't want your first kiss to be terrible. ''

'' you've never kissed anyone before? ''

'' you're going to have to guide me through this. ''

'' do i just... close my eyes and lean in? ''

'' [our first kiss] is going to be magical. ''

'' of course i want to kiss you. ''

'' you just can't help yourself, can you? ''

'' kiss me. ''

'' i would love to kiss you, actually. ''

'' you mean—you and me? kissing? ''

'' and right now, i think you should kiss me. ''

'' this is nerve-racking! ''

'' did i do good? ''

'' you did wonderful. can't wait to do it again. ''

'' did we just kiss? ''

'' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. ''

'' we don't have to do this if you don't want to. ''

'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. ''

'' why won't you come here for a second? ''

'' don't speak. just kiss me. ''

'' come kiss me. ''

'' did you enjoy it? ''

'' how was it? ''

'' can we do it again? ''

'' holy shit—that was awesome! ''

'' kiss me again. ''

'' oh. my. god. ''

'' you should call me sometime. ''

'' that was pretty nice. ''

'' wow... that was unexpected. ''

'' pretty nice, huh? ''

'' one of us should probably say something. ''

'' you're blushing. '' '' i know. ''

P.S. these are not mine. I found them on a deactivated blog, and I was unable to reblog. But I really want them to be sharable, so here they are. Enjoy, use, tag me in your creations.

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xdncrkay

3 years ago