[ DEAL ] ITOSHI SAE.

BLUE LOCK OP2 映像|ASH DA HERO「Judgement」

— ੈ✩ DISTRACTIONS !

# 04 - requiem for a dream

— MLIST ;; did u guys know? i rlly like otoya

WARNINGS !! smoking, explicit mentions of smoking marijuana; NSFW, mentions of masturbation + otoya wanting to have sex w/ reader

the practice on the following day bored y/n quite a lot. there were no friendly practice matches and no one paid her much attention except for karasu, who'd try to flex his muscles and his soccer skills for the girl every now and then but would get immediately stopped by kenyu.

nagi would sometimes plop down next to her, asking her if she's got any games on her phone since reo took his but he'd leave as fast as he came due to the purple player dragging him back to the pitch.

what y/n found the most peculiar was rin. the black-haired man hadn't paid her any attention ever since she came. well, he didn't do that yesterday either but ever since her argument with him, (and the twitter conversations) she expected him to say something to her or at least look at her but much to her dismay, he didn't. he was far too focused on scoring to care.

y/n was practically dying of boredom just 30 minutes into the match until her daydreaming state was ruined due to the loud entrance of eita.

eita looked worse than he did the previous day. his hair was messed up, his beanie was nowhere to be found, there was evident blush and sweat decorating his features—he also had a lopsided smile.

what surprised her the most however, was the familiar scent of marijuana that echoed throughout him—it was obvious to anyone who looked at him for more than 2 seconds to realise that he had been smoking.

she was the first to greet him, she rushed quickly towards him before anyone could question him.

she wrapped him into a hug—an action that was happily reciprocated by the taller man.

she leaned her face into the crook of his neck, her lips close to his ear and mumbled 'meet me in the parking lot after practice, kay?'

eita froze, he didn't say anything but slowly nodded at her after she pulled apart—the same smile plastered across his features yet his eyes told a different story, his eyes looked as if he'd accomplished something extraordinary.

the pair of teenagers—specifically y/n were unaware that a set of teal eyes had been staring at them since the man's arrival. rin didn't know why but ever since y/n hugged eita, he was desperate to punch something or someone.

but those thoughts left as soon as they came. once y/n pulled apart, he quickly removed his eyes from her figure and began to play as if nothing had happened however, he knew couldn't shake away those thoughts.

he looked at eita again, he was smiling—other than the effects of the drug, just what did y/n say to him that made him like that? he wondered but he knew he didn't have time to dwell on such mundane matters so instead of questioning or hypothesising, he took his attention back to the ball that placed near his shoes.

he'll just ask eita another time.

eita was joyous, to say the least. not only did the drug make him feel as if he's been walking in clouds but the realization that y/n —someone he'd pinning for (at least) a day now—had asked to meet him somewhere private yet happiness was short-lived since her father—the coach, finally noticed him and began to scold him for being so very late.

karasu took this opportunity to walk and sit down next to y/n on the benches and question her about what she could've possibly said to eita to make him look so joyous.

once he asked, y/n just shrugged—not even bothering to elaborate. he tried to pester her further but all his attempts were futile. he didn't lost hope though but was forced to give up once he heard his coach calling for him.

at last, a good thing came to y/n’s day after all. she couldn't wait to meet eita in the parking lot.

once the practice nearly died out and most of the team was busy getting rehydrated. y/n slipped out carefully from the benches to make her way to the parking lot but not before sending off a wink in eita's direction as an indication and reminder for their activities.

otoya wasn't a bad a person—no, far from it; he was a good friend, a good brother and an amazing soccer player.

yet there was a field in which he lacked—romantic relationships. he wasn't ever the one to involve himself in the world of dating, he'd rather prefer to hook up with someone once or twice and leave them be.

but he wasn't a heartless creature, he'd make sure that the other party was aware of what they were getting themselves into and if the other ever caught feelings? then that's on them. besides, he stayed friends with numerous people he hooked up with—including karasu, that's how they had met and now? their hookups were long forgotten and they were simply just friends.

otoya wasn't a perv either. well, he sort of us was but there was a side to him that would scream out in guilt everytime he ever had lewd thoughts or did something unacceptable by society.

so when he saw the coach's daughter entering the gym, he couldn't help but be infatuated by her. maybe it was the way her breasts looked or her thighs? he didn't know. all he knew was that he wanted to get a taste of her, no matter the cost.

a part of him felt guilty for feeling such a way towards his coach's daughter but all sense left him when he realised the effect she has caused to him.

that night, when he arrived late at home and sore from practice; he rushed to the bathroom, not to shower but to get rid of the seemingly unnoticeable yet uncomfortable problem that he had.

he let the predictable movement of water dull out the sounds of his groans and grunts as he began to take care of his problem, all while wishing, imagining that she were the one doing it for him.

so when today, she requested him to meet him at the parking lot, he couldn't help but let his imagination wander but, he knew that he still had practice and should focus on it. ultimately, he chose to slack off instead—i mean, he was already high and maybe he'd get a memory to treasure so it was a reasonable trade, no? just one day of practice for a lifetime of lewd imagery that would bless his mind.

he was excited, to say the least. when she winked in his direction when he was busy drinking water. the unnoticeable action did wonders to his lower half and he couldn't wait to get rid of his frustrations soon.

he walked a few moments later, nodding goodbye to his team as he made his way to the parking lot where he saw her standing so innocently in the parking lot which was now mainly empty except for a few cars that belonged to other club members.

'hey eita,' she called out to him. the way his name fell out of her tongue made him wish to completely destroy her to the point where his name was the only one she could mutter.

'please, call me otoya,' he spoke, in turn. ''kay, 'toya, do you have a car?' she inquired.

a devilish smirk appeared on his face, 'no but we can narrow tabito's, i'm sure he wouldn't mind, why?'

'well... i just need some of the stuff,' she spoke, 'y'know? i smelled marijuana from you today.'

oh. so that's why she wanted to meet him. right, no girl like her would ever want to meet someone like him for anything but weed. his disappointment was immeasurable but nonetheless, he responded to her in hopes that maybe once she'll allow him to get his way with her.

'yeah, got a whole stash,' he said, trying to not make his disappointment evident. 'you smoke?' he asked as he lead her towards tabito's car.

'mhm, yeah. tried to stop before moving here and was successful 'til i met you and now i want to feel it again,' she explained. 'then, y/n, you're going to love what i have.'

the walk towards tabito's car was short-lived. he opened the door as fast as he could with his already stoned state. he was careful to not get caught by any teachers or club members here nor did he want tabito to interrupt them.

the two teenagers finally sat themselves in the car with eita on the driver's seat and y/n on the passenger's.

finally, eita reached into the dashboard of the car and removed his stash of marijuana. the plant was welcoming y/n, she was desperate to smoke it.

eita noticed her eagerness and stifled a chuckle, he took the drug out of it's container and began to roll a blunt for her as efficiently as he could.

eventually he succeeded and placed it in the teenager's mouth; after doing so, he made one for himself as well.

y/n allowed the drug to intoxicate her senses, robbing her of any sense she had earlier. she felt light, as if her worries had been drained and removed from her body with the smoke she exhaled. there was a sort of peace that came with this. so what if she was harming herself? as long as she could feel at such an ease, she'd willingly sacrifice herself for it.

'how do you feel?' eita asked her with a grin on his face. a smile had found it's way onto her features as well, 'better than i felt all week.'

'that's good to hear,' he said as he turned to look at her, 'you should smile more, makes you look pretty.'

she ignored him as she took another inhalation of the plant. she felt happy, giddy, light-headed. she couldn't get enough.

she looked at the man next to her, she felt a sort of admiration for him. 'thank you for this 'toya,' she said. the man next to her looked at her in shock as if his ears were deceiving him.

'for what?'

'dunno. guess for the weed? most of my old friends wouldn't even let me near the stuff since they were scared for my health,' she explained, starting to feel bittersweet over the remembrance of her dear friend, kunigami rensuke, who'd always look out for her health.

y/n began to talk again, explaining her old life to the stranger next to her. maybe it was the effects of the drug but she felt so at ease that she was willing to tell him everything about her life even though she only met him yesterday.

eita, too, felt the same way. maybe the drugs but he didn't mind telling her about his familial life or any of his problems either—things he didn't even tell tabito, his best friend.

they spent a few hours in the car, talking, smoking and getting to know each other better. by the end of the night, otoya dropped her off at her house as he bid her good bye but not before asking her if they would ever do that again, to which, she had just said 'we'll see.'

otoya didn't care anymore. all the lewd thoughts he had about the woman were lost like the exhalation of the smoke that penetrated and destroyed his body.

he didn't care anymore, he didn't care about whether or not he had sex with her. honestly? he'd prefer talking to her than having sex. he'd gladly chose her over any other thing, if promised to recreate such an evening.

with one last look at her white, mundane house, he went back to his car, scrolling through a few photos he took of her and him today. he smiled a bit—it was a genuine of smile of happiness.

even though, most of his time spent with her consisted of him being high, he was sober enough to know that he really enjoyed her company and desired to spend more time with her, sober, without the effects of drugs.

it wasn't a crush nor was it him wanting to get between her pants, no, far from it. he just wanted to get close with her since he believed that she understood him better than anyone else.

it was a messed-up, intimate relationship that otoya enjoyed. he smiled thinking of a few memories of the day, he really did enjoy her presence.

TAGS !! @vvasant @hugs4shizu @catsrkool @beidousbubz

woa if u r still takin requests maybe nazuna or rei :o?

nazunyan for you (^_−)☆ ty for the request!!

HUHHHHHTHESE ARE SO COOL

Some Enstars fake cards I did of Nazuna/exValk for good ol’ Twitter dot com spanning about 5 years (help me)

Not in chronological order.

ARE YOU TELLING ME THWY DIDN'T ACTUALLY ALMOST KISS FHIS IS SO. 😒😒😒😒

“you’ve got an eyelash right… here”

sae visibly stiffens the moment your hand made contact with his face. he felt his insides turn into mush when your delicate fingers gingerly pluck off the stray eyelash on his cheeks.

“make a wish, sae-kun” you chirp, showing off the little stray eyelash on your fingertips.

almost as if it was reflex, sae rolls his eyes

“that’s just childish”

you could only pout at his cold and blunt response but you were used to it at this point

sae couldn’t pinpoint why he felt the feeling of regret the moment he saw you pout for a second.

“i’ll make a wish for you then” you shrug, placing said eyelash on the back of your hand, ultimately getting ready to blow and make a wish

“hold it” sae grabs your hand and blows it instead

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN GET TO MAKE A WISH!” you react, pouting once again since you already made a wish in behalf of sae— for him to achieve all his dreams

“i did” was all he says back, jabbing a finger at your forehead. sae walks away, probably going back to training but you don’t miss the faint smile he had on his face

I LOVE YOU AUTHOR

Wishing you Happiness pt.2

Summary: childhood friend reader of Izumi was tired of Izumi since he only had his eyes on Yuu-kun. So they wanted to give up on him Words: 1,022 Read Part 1

Sena Izumi, your childhood friend, now graduated from Yumenosaki Academy, is a member of Knights belonging to ES.

You started supporting his career as early as his modeling days. During those years, it was undeniable that you held him as your dearest.

But you are already an adult so you have outgrown your previous experiences. You even find it amusing that you were glued to him most of the time when he never batted an eye.

That was the past, and now you set your eyes on the present or the future. So when your peers ask about your relationship with him, you often replied that Izumi is a childhood friend you’re proud of.

Even your family, your mother, for example, often pairs you with Izumi.

“You haven’t met with him in a while, right? Since he’s back, give this and go on a date with him.” Your mother orders you while she hands you a container filled with shrimp salad. One of Izumi’s favorites.

You raised an eye over your mother’s product. “Don’t worry, dear. This is the shrimp salad you made before.” Once, you had made a similar dish. But of course, it didn’t contain mayonnaise, since he was fussy over his weight. Hence, didn’t like food that contains an exorbitant amount of calories.

“Dear,” Your mother puts her hand on your shoulder, trying to assure you of something. All those years, you’ve been crushing on him, your mother knows it. And she’s also aware of how you changed your attitude towards him.

But there won’t be a chance, mom. You wished to tell her but just smiled wearily. Izumi’s already too far to reach and you knew it won’t work because he never cared for you.

In front of his door, you tried mustering courage since it’s been a while after all. But before you could gather enough courage, the door sprang open and accidentally knocked you back.

“Jeeez, do you plan on standing there all day? All you have to do is knock or ring the bell.” Unaware that he accidentally knocked you back, he was searching from where you previously stood.

“Good morning, Izumi. Don’t worry, the package’s safe and secured.” Izumi was left dumbfounded as it hit you in a silly way. Still, he pulls you up and brings you inside to check for your safety.

“Izumi, I’m fin-” Cutting your words, he spoke immediately. “You’re not. Seriously, how can a grown adult be this careless?” As he puts ice on your forehead, obviously he was not irritated.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? My mom made you some salad.” You hoped his attention will shift.

“I can’t just eat knowing that your clumsy hands aren’t made for taking care of yourself. Be a good girl and listen to me once in a while.” Izumi rebuts which left you to comply.

You exchanged simple conversations with Izumi since you find the silence deafening. Casually asking him on how is his model and idol career. But Izumi left you unanswered, so you told your College life instead.

It was only when the ice melted that he answered your inquiry. “Why ask when you already know it? You know so much about the idol and model, Sena Izumi.” Izumi was leading you. Yet you were unsure of what he meant.

“Sena Izumi is my favorite idol and model. He may be fussy and high-strung, but that’s what’s everyone like about him.” You expressed in assurance.

“That’s all? What do you like about him, then? Your own opinion.” This time, Izumi was solemn, and you didn’t like him leading you into something.

You paused for a bit. Remembering what made you like Sena Izumi? But as you try to reminisce, all you could remember were painful memories of you trying to win him over. You trying to set his eyes on you despite him being an idol. You want him selfishly for your own.

Just as the memories were too painful, your tears were falling unwillingly. The room is filled with your sobbing as you try to catch your breath. You couldn’t speak even when you formulate what you wish to say.

Tears falling down your cheeks were wiped by the person in front of you. Wiping it carefully as if you’re fragile, he asked, “What about the Sena Izumi, your childhood friend?” Again, you didn’t like that he was leading you.

“Why are you even asking me these questions, Izumi? I’ve had enough of these feelings. I don’t wanna feel them anymore.” You remove his hand away from your face, but he holds them instead.

“I’ve known you since forever and I can’t imagine my life without you. I have hurt you before, and I’m really sorry for that.” But it’s too late Izumi. Too late to start again as you’ve promised that yourself that these feelings should disappear.

“And as for Yuu-kun…” The pang in your chest was hurting. Maybe because you couldn’t deny that it’s still here. You still loved your childhood friend, despite denying it constantly.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Yuu-kun?” Izumi’s tone changed as if he was trying to tease you. Meeting a force that pushed you to lie on the couch. Your back resting on the soft part, and Izumi topping over you. Hands holding both of your wrists.

“I can’t say I hate it when you get jealous. But I never liked it when you keep your distance from me. So I’ll just say it once..” Releasing your hands from captivity, he leans on your shoulder, his breath tickling you.

“Thank you for being with me.” Arms embracing him, your tears were forming again. Not out of sadness, but from joy as you’ve received what you’ve finally wished.

“Tsk. What the heck are you crying for?” Shifting on your side, he lays your head on his arm.

He then pats your back with his vacant arm, “Just focus on my heartbeat and go to sleep, Princess.” He offered as he kisses your forehead and puts you to sleep.

This time for sure, you and your dearest knight will finally be together.

maow's notes: got inspired cos Izumi just came home ❤❤

dear cupid (r. nagisa)

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

in the hands of a powerless god was the arrow that struck him the day he saw you; before then, he had not known what the touch of love was like. cruel cupid had stitched 'love' into him like an organ, drowning in everything— love, sickness, passion, and all.

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

but it was a dream. clad in pearl white silk, in the sea— no one was watching, yet why did you have to be so bewitching? he wanted to look away, for he feared that if he looked at you for too long he would suffer, and you would suffer; for the affection of a god only brings agony.

i want to look away, i want to look away— but something whispers: you mustn't look away, and all thoughts disappear when the tips of his fingers graze your skin—

oh these useless, pointless words, so inadequate when one catches a glimpse of you; ah, the melancholy of longing. he would have rather been devoured— dissipating into the fog without ever leaving a trace. in extinguished stars he prays and puts his hopes on, on flightless dreams he holds his breath.

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

again, and again, could this powerless god be more selfish? he had so much of you in his heart; he over loved, he over felt— he was the sea or he was nothing. anything that continues. he stalked love, trapped love, longed for love; eternity crushes him.

it's a myth that love lives in the heart; but what use is a heart to a god? my heart is mute, my heart is mute, it aches so— the raw film of the mind of a god creates a paradox that converges with grief: there is tragedy in love.

there is tragedy in love, is the reason for dancing with memory because there is tragedy in love? the loneliness in the world veils your face; is it pitiful of a powerless god to go as far as to give eternity to a slow dance with what will never be?

no matter, he dances, and dances, and dances, until the strings holding his limbs would tangle, and he would disappear— he dances to you, who seized his beating heart eager to spit out your name, to love, which ate away his organs, to all the loneliness in the world, which touched all undersides of the wound one would call 'love'.

and to the fact that cruel cupid did not spare him from the grotesque tragedy that comes with every strike of an arrow.

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [11] code rose gold ❞ | m. list | prev. | next

natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, affectionate bullying, “bbygirl” & “girl queen pussy boss” used one (1) time

you were at your wits end.

Keep reading