#sae x yn | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lxcalmenace · 1 year

Text

Nervous, trip over my words

You're so pretty, it hurts <\3

Baby, I'm yours

Sae Itoshi X Gn! Y/n

Tw: Insecurities, angst(?) to comfort/fluff

-------------------------------------------☆

Mistake.

It was a pitful mistake, falling for the red headed Itoshi.

I mean look at you; sitting on your shared bed, watching Sae on the T.V. , looking enchanting as ever while answering all the questions from the interviewer. You sometimes seem to ponder on the fact about how exactly you pulled the 'Japan's Prodigy'. There are so many other people, prettier than you. He could easily have them running at his fingertips. So why you? Why did he choose you over the whole world? Trust me, you loved him, from the bottom of your heart; but sometimes you wish that he had someone better. He deserved better.Your thoughts were cut off and you glanced at the T.V

"The last and the most anticipated question" the reporter chuckled, "This is from your female fans. So Sae Itoshi, what is your current relationship status?"

Sae looked to be thinking for a moment but never hesitated,

"I'm currently not looking for anyone"

Falling back on the shared mattress, you finally let all the darkness consume you.

Insecurity.

You were suddenly woken up due to the sound of the door closing. Sae was probably back. Deciding to give him his space for a while, you lay there motionless. Everything was silent, only the sound of your breathing and occasional shuffling of Sae in the house. What time was it? 11pm? You couldn't care less. After what felt like hours, the bedroom door finally opened as Sae walked in.

"Sorry I'm late" he yawned, "Well I was worried for a sec when you didn't show up to greet me at the door. What's the prob?"

"..."

Taking your silence as an answer, he moved to sit next to you.

"Have you been crying" he asked, concerned as he cupped your face and examined it.

"Ah, I think something went in my eye-" you replied, avoiding his gaze.

"Something's definitely wrong y/n."

"No really! I'm okay."

"You know you can trust me."

"It's okay, it's complicated.."

Staring into his turquoise eyes you knew that you couldn't lie to him. So you finally broke down in tears while Sae, without wasting a second, pulled you close. His embrace was too comfortable; it almost made you feel better while he ran his long fingers through your hair. "What's the problem y/n?" He asked again, planting a kiss on your forehead. This was the side of the prodigy which only you were able to see, which made you realise that you were just afraid to lose him. There and then you told Sae everything that's been on your mind for the past few weeks, him listening attentively.

"That's nonsense, love! You don't have to compare yourself with others, I like you for who you are" Sae wiped the tears spilling from your beautiful eyes, "I would always choose you over the whole world, don't you dare defy me. I'm ready to tell the world that I, Sae Itoshi belongs to You, Y/n L/n. Should I perhaps do that?"

"No no please!" You chuckled, "Atleast not yet"

"That's my Y/n! You know? You actually look way better when you smile. You should try doing that often"

You giggled while hitting Sae's arm playfully, "Sae~ stop! You're making me flustered"

Seeing you smile automatically brought a smile to Sae's lips too. Finally after a bit of more assuring and a dozens of kisses, you both dozed off in each other's arms; with all your insecurities, slowly disappearing into the darkness...

---------------------------

A/n: Greetings! Nagi and Sae had equal votes so I decided to go for Sae Itoshi. Just so you know that you're beautiful no matter what anyone tells you. You don't need to be insecure about your looks because you're perfect the way you are♡ Don't ever let anyone bring you down!♡♡ Sorry if there are any mistakes!

#blue lock #bllk anime #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk scenarios #bllk sae #bllk sae itoshi #itoshi sae #sae x reader #sae x y/n #yn senarios #yn #yn angst #bllk angst #bllk fluff #bllk fics #bllk fic #sae itoshi #Spotify

146 notes · View notes

officiallyisagibrainrotted · 2 years

Note

Hello can I request a touched starved Isagi with reader please and thank.

.Touch Starved Cinnamon bun:

+Isaigi+

Please give this boy all your attention,he's is so sweet and to innocent for this world. He tries his best to make everything right for you he hardly ever disagrees with what you're saying. Boy follows you around alot but respects your privacy. Boy already feel like he don't deserve you.

My boy never had girlfriend so he is touch starved the first time you pulled him into an embrace after a lost match he was completely paralyzing ,he's never felt this before. So after that hug he began to crave for any kind of touch from you .

Wither it's head pats,Eyes kisses , hugs ,cuddles , love bites Anything but the most he loves are hugs. They put him at ease and clear his head. And not those awkward side hugs I'm talking those long tight front/back hugs where you pour all your love into.

And PLS gently caress this boys head , and and kiss his ear lightly this boy will literally die in your arms. Yet there are times where he feels as if he is being too clingy.

Possibly when one of his friends pointed out on how attached he is to you. Causing him to freak out a bit. And he'd avoid you all together.

When you asked him whats wrong he told you that he was being too clingy and he doesn't wanna annoy you all the time .

You were a bit caught of guard but you told him he's,Not clingy just touch starved and touch is his way of showing love and that you had no problem with it.

Just be honest with you next time and don't ignore you. And please pull his head into your breast and give him HEAD RUBS!!!!!!!!!.

And one more thing please say . "I love you Isagi". In his ear and he will officially die .

This was one of my recent requests even though I stated that request aren't open for things like these but I couldn't help it.this boy is the sweetest little cinnamon roll in the world and I had fun writing this thank you for requesting!!!!!! .

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock isagi #blue lock isagi x reader #blue lock isagi x female reader #blue lock Isagi x you #blue lock Isagi x yn #blue lock kunigami #blue lock sae #blue lock rin #blue lock baro #blue lock shidou #bllk #bachira meguru

248 notes · View notes

rimii-iii · 7 months

Text

perfectionist, not. sae itoshi

chapter four - oblivious redhead

"um... wanna do something else?" i questioned, the fact that it was embarrassing for the both of us was... um... awkward.

"...sure." he was literally agreeing to everything i suggest, say, comment, maybe he just found me annoying... i dropped myself onto the bed, my arms spread. "like what?" i mumbled, finding my eyelids heavier and heavier.

"just go sleep." he replied, glancing at me over the shoulder. "mhm." i crawled to the pillow, but my arms were weak, sore, i just dipped down into the bed, not even caring about the blankets keeping me warm.

that night, the lights went dim, a blanket right cover my small body, an arm snaked around my waist and the scent of sweetness filled the room.

゜

a thing i wanted to do back in Japan, is to shop. so this morning, i forced Sae to come shopping with me, of course, he declined but with the power of my puppy eyes, he finally said yes with a grumpy groan and massaging his temples.

i wore a white tank top with light blue jeans, topping it off with air jordans and a white jacket. Sae wore a creamy striped button up, regular jeans, IV shades to hide from fans and Adidas og superstars.

"let's goooo!" i pointed a finger towards the azure sky, eyes closed with a smile and grabbing his wrists. he could only sigh like a mother, facepalming himself. we entered a shopping mall, with loads of fans recognising the both of us, of course, his redhead is always easy to identify.

we continued to shop and i couldn't help but to glance or stare at him from time to time, my heart started to beat faster whenever i see his side profile, when he chuckled at my careless mistakes, his laughter ringed in my ears like a melody while butterflies started flying around my stomach.

i'm sure i'm just sick. "you okay?" he stopped, giving a glance, "y-yeah." i stared at my shoes, maybe i was too carried away from the thoughts... "you're red." he placed a hand over my forehead, catching me off guard. why was he like this...?

he surely wasn't like this before.

"c'mon, let's go to the restroom, you can wash your face." he guided me, walking to the nearest restroom that was not too far away. i wanted to decline the offer so bad but, nothing came out of my mouth, it was like i was taped over, it was like i had a disability.

he grabbed the shopping bags from me, pushing me in the restroom while waiting outside without a word.

i fiddled with my fingers, staring at myself in the mirror. he was right... i was red. like red red. what the hell? i traced my cheek, drawing circles on them, what happened?

it didn't look like i was sick or i had a fever... no, not that kind of red. it looked like i was blushing...

too hard.

no.

no way.

no fucking way.

i swear to god, he's a pain in the ass!

how on earth could i fall for him?

especially now?

゜

we headed back to the hotel, but i could stop thinking about that. just what is wrong with me? that redhead has literally the worst hairstyle anyone could have, and yet, he looked like a red flag for being an annoyance.

and yet, now i've fallen for him? now i was siting on the chair, resting my chin on the centre of my palms and he was covering my mind.

after he took his time in the shower, it was my time. like every other night, i did my routine. until i came out, seeing Sae with his legs crossed, perhaps waiting for me?

"come sit here." he patted the space that was in front of him, i obeyed and found my eyes anywhere but on his pretty face.

"is there something going on?" he predicted, i felt like my feelings were just too complex now, i couldn't even put it in words.

"i-i..." i stuttered, finding words for my sentence, it felt like digging a dictionary out of my mind. if i just tell him, but don't tell him that it's him, will it be okay?

"i-i think... i like someone..." i blushed, scratching my scalp, i stole a glance at him.

for him, it looked like his world shattered, but his facial expressions said nothing, barely anything actually. "you've been thinking about him...?" he spoke up, his head was down but his fist was supporting his chin. "y-yeah."

i was thinking about you the whole day, dumbass.

"do i know him?" his tone was kept calm, "i-i guess so..." i found myself staring into his hues, lost in the abyss. "hm. i guess you better confess, he'll be lucky to have you." he looked away.

no way...

was he jealous...?!

#sae #saeitoshi #itoshi #itoshisae #sae itoshi x reader #bllk #bluelock #reader #readerxcharacter #yn

17 notes · View notes

daiseukiis · 1 year

Note

the reo one shot was a work of art. like an actual masterpiece.

yeah that reo one i wrote on 4-6 hours of sleep each day bc i kept gaslighting myself into thinking i can finish it that day for a week straight

#BUT THANK YOU #I CAN FINALLY HAVE SOME PROPER SLEEP #I WAS SO DETERMINED TO FINISH THAT BUT MMMM #that sae angst that’s been in my head for a while #idol!yn x sae ?!?! angst just… angst shit 😫#༊*·˚ koca has heard your wish #༊*·˚ a kiss of blessing #༊*·˚ soul #༊*·˚ a wish upon a goddess

1 note · View note

sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 10 months

Text

Hungry Hearts 5

Itoshi Sae X F!Reader

You are Itoshi Sae’s Manager. Fielder of dumb reporter questions and keeper of his schedule. Among many others.

Timeskip. Sae is 24 and is officially a representative of Japan.

slowburn + idiots in love + romance + friendship/gen

MASTERLIST

<< prev

Chapter 5: Table for Two

Day 1 of the Japan League All-Star Football has you running around in your trusted Chucks within the operational halls of the stadium at 6 AM in search of one, good functional room, meaning one equipped with coffee, good ventilation, minimal noise, bathroom, and everything one might need in the completion of hours and hours of paperwork. Paperwork pertinent to the events unfolding in the 2-day affair. You pick the spot at the farthest end of the wing, in what you believe to be a makeshift office with just the right amount of noise and traffic, with the remaining available desk and chair that could’ve still been a little higher and suited for your frame, maybe…but this’ll do. You could manage with a little back ache in the coming days.

It’s going to be a very long day, to you and to everyone, and the morning has barely even begun. As for your other responsibilities, you’ve had everything else sorted out and ready way before 6 AM, of course, so that when the time for parting finally came around, Sae simply gave you a sleepy thumbs up as confirmation that everything’s good before he’s practically shooing you away, and then you’re off.

You’re in the middle of a particularly lengthy task when your screen is suddenly blocked by a heavy-looking takeout bag, making you almost jump out of your seat. You look up to see Sae beside you, leaning against the wall, his head turned away like he’s surveying the room. By now, it’s gotten empty—you haven’t even noticed anyone leaving, nor arriving—and if he’s found whatever is of interest to him in this room that he’d come all the way for, you don’t see it in his face. He simply takes the water bottle he’s propped at the crook of his arm to his mouth.

It’s lunch, you just realized.

“Oh—hey,” you hesitantly take the container box away from your screen, holding it by the twine handles, “do you need me to—“

“It’s yours. Eat,” Sae says without looking, his voice slightly muffled by his uncapping of the attached lid with his teeth. He places his other hand in his pocket while he crosses his ankles, like he’s got no actual plans of leaving anytime soon.

You turn your eyes to the box, still clueless as to why he is doing this when you spot the neat tag with a typewritten ‘ITOSHI SAE, JPN 10’ on the side along with a string of the event’s official sponsors. This is food designated for the National Team players, and, for obvious reasons, he can’t be giving this to you.

“But...this is yours.“ You turn your questioning look back to him (it’s starting to strain your eyes and neck, having to look up at his face from this angle). “You should be eating.”

As if you’ve just successfully communicated your discomfort, you watch as he bends his knees to crouch beside you to try to get into a more comfortable position. With an arm resting against one knee, he leans his head back against the wall. “There’s always food in the mess hall, I’m sure they’ll have something for me.” Before you could reason out, he tilts his head to shift his gaze to you, his expression suddenly turning stern. “Did you even take a break?”

You opt to postpone answering his question with a subtle wave of your hand. “Alright. Uhm. What time is it? You better get there then.”

His staring does not waver. “Well, not to pressure you, but I only got ten minutes before I’m needed in the conference hall,” and you can only gape in response.

“What are you even—so you should be heading to the mess hall now.”

The nerve of this man to raise his eyebrow like you’ve just missed out on something obvious. “Then eat. I’m not leaving until you’ve cleared all that.” And keep his voice calm while at it.

“What?—“ is all you can ask in disbelief, except you don’t have time to argue now, not anymore, if what he says is true. The one missing thing in this room, apparently, is a wall clock, so you’d have to take his word for it. “Fine. Fine.” As you stand and quickly slide your laptop into your bag, you also catch him pushing himself against the wall at the same time as you do. “We’re both eating at the mess hall.”

You narrow your eyes at the strangely satisfied look on his face, an expression that quickly turns into a frown at your sudden ‘Ow!’ as you turn your neck, grimacing in pain. A discomfort you do your best to ignore.

His scolding, though, not so much. (“That’s what you get for sitting on that awful chair.”)

Said mess hall is no less frazzled than you are when Itoshi Sae suddenly comes in, following closely behind his visibly unhappy manager, searching for food. In the brief commotion, you are quick to the understanding that they all seem to have taken it that everyone—from players to staff—has already been accounted for re: food, so what you’ve both stumbled upon is in fact the lunch crew in the middle of packing, or whatever’s their equivalent of winding down. You have no idea how they all manage it, but, somehow, before you can even make your offer of just giving Sae back his own food—and because they’re not about to let a football star go hungry—food was, of course, successfully acquired.

As soon as Sae pulls the chair out right next to you—amidst the contained flurry of various hands around him clearing the stuff out of the table, fixing all that mess on the floor, et cetera, in the one room where no one like Sae was expected to be in—a media personnel appears through the door, announcing that players are to be expected back in the main hall in the next five minutes so if the on-ground staff still hanging about in the room could please get their asses back up top already, that would be great—a phenomenon that results to some questionable looks amongst everyone around you seeing as how one of said players needed for said scheduled events to even begin is in this very room, about to begin his lunch. You don’t seem to notice much of what’s happening around you at the moment, something he takes as a good thing, because if Sae gave a shit about courtesy it’s primarily because he would rather you aren’t getting any more additional cause for headache, if he could help it. And if he couldn’t? Well, there’s not many rules he knows he wouldn’t be able to pull off bending a little.

Would you give him shit for bending a rule or two? A scary thought, one he’s starting to only ponder over when he hears your low muttering to yourself, wondering something about how come lunch break schedule for players turned out to be this tight?

Sae opens his mouth to speak, catches the distress on your face, and then promptly shuts his mouth. If he tells you the truth, that lunch has always been an hour long, but it’s just now he’s only left with 10 minutes to himself because he’d spent the majority of it searching the entire maze of this venue for you, will you—

become even more stressed out, or

actually get mad at him, for real, this time?

He decides not to dwell too much anymore on which one might be worse; decides he’s also not too keen on finding out. He does, however, still got the nerve to point his fork at the portion of vegetables you’ve set aside on about a third of your plate, and calmly say: “You shouldn’t leave out the cabbages.”

Amidst all the fuss around Itoshi Sae, you humble him by simply snapping, “Eat up, Sae-kun; you got 3 minutes,” to his face.

“Yes ma’am,” he quietly muses, secretly amused. He could manage with a little sass.

Day 2, you’re not as easily fooled, and as you watch Sae enter through the door—to your surprise, or maybe not?—of today’s office in another wing, your eyes instinctively narrow. This time, though, as he drops the food on your lap, he follows up with a question: “What’s the order of interviews for today? And where is this room?” Why are you working in this cramped space?

“Right wing, Miura hall. It’s Aiku, Rin, Karasu, Isagi, and then you—what is this?”

“It’s two players per room, right? I don’t know, something healthy; yours.” He simply leans back against the table right in front of you; not resting per se and not about to leave at the same time, but also getting out of the way of a couple of passing staff who had to do a double-take at the unlikely surprise visitor in the room. “So, I follow right after Isagi. Which room will we be in?”

You almost, almost, forget that he should be aware of his own schedule by now (you’ve made sure this morning), but you decide against protesting. “It’s Conference Room 2B and it’s with Shidou, who’s after you, not Isagi. Have you eaten?”

“Well—shit.” You hear him mutter rather suddenly, not completely sure whether it’s at your sudden question or the fact he’ll be spending over an hour with the energy-draining teammate. He blinks twice, though, at the peculiar lapse in his Math—because he’s never wrong at Math.

He also notes the very slight rise in your tone. His eyes remain adamant.

“I’m sure they have something in the mess room; they always do. Come on.”

“That’s—“ by this point, you’re already standing up, have already packed your laptop. As if on your cue, he pushes himself against the table as well and starts walking towards the door, already with the understanding that you will both be eating at the mess hall again today, as if you’ve agreed on anything.

You sigh once you catch up to him.

“You can’t keep giving me your food, you know that? And where do you keep spending the rest of lunch, anyway? Lunch started an hour ago—I’ve checked.” Before you trip yourself with all the stuff in your arms he manages to take the bag of food—his lunch/your lunch—out of your hand. When you look up at his face, he’s squinting, thinking harder than he should be.

Finally, he grunts in annoyance. “Why the hell won’t you stay in one place, anyway,” he says under his breath.

“What?”

To which he doesn’t answer. For now, you decide to let it go in spite of the out-of-pocket query, in spite of your unwavering staring.

In the elevator with only the two of you as sole occupants, you squint at the paper bag still in his hand. “Is the food not to your liking,” you wonder rhetorically, not expecting him to answer.

Sae does not intend to lie but also genuinely does not know what to say, so he simply says without thinking: “Something like that.” He goes quiet when you don’t respond, but only because he’s watching your face very closely, taking stock of the wonder in your furrowed eyebrows. Wondering what you might make of it.

Finally, you sigh. “You’re so strange,” shaking your head as you look away. “I thought it was good, though. Too much vegetables for my liking, but tasty.”

He seems pleased by something you cannot pinpoint what, judging by the near-softening of his voice as well as the corners of his mouth. He crosses his arms, smugness slowly fading off his face.

“That’s great to hear.”

Sae knows, more than anyone, that if nobody were to actually stop you, you’d be working yourself to the bone. He squints at the next person who’s approached you in the twenty minutes that you’ve been up in the dugout—this time, an event coordinator (one of the local club managers) whom he knows would not hesitate dropping heavy work on anyone willing. The final exhibition match for the event has just ended and while the day is basically coming to a close, as long as there’s still cameras rolling and players scattered about being interviewed, interacting with fans, there will always be work to be done. Even from this distance, out here in the field, in the middle of what’s to be his second post-match interview, he can see that whatever the lady coordinator is asking, it’s something you’d agree to doing. Despite the fact, he knows, that your actual role for the event is by now done. (And, yes, he did read the contract management had him sign.)

He knew that helping out with managing the event was something you’d wanted to do, so he didn’t think to stop you; though, on second thought, he probably should’ve warned you on the certain people to avoid (and perhaps the selflessness to curb) the moment the League had tapped you to be on their managing staff. A big favor from you, really, one he’d butt heads with, if necessary, to ensure no JFA higher-up would abuse.

“Itoshi-san?” There’s a light jab to his abs that instantly pulls his attention back. The very instant he turns his head he’s met with Shidou’s wide, despairing eyes, wordlessly trying to communicate either the question being asked that Sae was not able to catch, or the desperation to Please, let’s wrap this up, I am ready to go home—if not both—and whatever expression Sae himself is making seems unfriendly enough the blameless reporter is already raising both palms up as if in quiet caution.

No reporter actually deserves the cruelty of a joint Sae-Shidou interview, ever.

Shidou, unprompted, inches his head a little closer and harshly whispers something only Sae could hear.

“‘You have any plans for tonight after this?’”

“Yeah. So?”

“No! He’s asking you. Dude.” In a voice that’s now barely a whisper.

“Well, what the hell was the question.”

“I just said, if you have any fuckin’ plans for tonight after this?”

Sae cannot help but just sigh through his nose, in frustration of everything, before turning to the reporter with all the blankness he could muster.

“Yeah. Sure. I’m getting dinner with my manager.”

Somewhere there’s a few muted ‘Ooohs’ and even the interviewer’s face, who was, just a moment ago, scared out of his wits, is now looking intrigued. “Dinner! Sounds awesome. Are we celebrating anything tonight?”

“Celebrating my being at my best behavior for the past two days,” a remark that earns him a few good-natured laughs. He quickly realizes it’s a mistake to look Shidou’s way because when he does, he sees nothing but the antennae-d freak’s dumb, wide grin.

Sae has to roll his eyes on live television. “And for keeping a cool head in front of people cruising to be dope-slapped,” he adds, just to watch his junior’s dopey smile turn into a scoff.

At your side of the dugout, the event coordinator is still going on about her instructions. Something with logistics, you’re told, as you nod in understanding. You no longer bother telling her that this is already out of your work’s scope because it’s already too late in the night to be calling up other people, after all. It’s not like you have any plans after this anyway; dinner could simply wait for just a bit longer. Depending on how things get sorted out.

“Are we good? You got all that, yes?” she asks, her smile as sweet as can be. You respond in kind, hoping she doesn’t catch on to how tired you are.

“Yes, of course. I’ll see what I can do.” When you turn on your heel to leave, however, your face is instantly met with a hard surface. A broad chest, you quickly realize, looking up to see Sae, his eyes hard and serious, but focused straight ahead and not at you.

“S-Sae-kun, hi.” You can only greet him timidly, before turning your attention back to where his daggers are directed. Right where you left her, the event coordinator still has that sickeningly sweet smile that right now looks a little more wide, a little more eager to please.

“Itoshi-san, good work on—“

“I think you’re done borrowing my manager for the day.” With your back almost flushed to his chest, your blood instantly stills at the cold vibrating in his voice. “Don’t you?”

“O-Of course, of course. She’s been of great help; we don’t mean to overstep.” It feels like forever, this brief standoff, in the middle of the oblivious dugout crowd and the harsh stadium lights and noise; Sae unmoving in his quiet animosity, the event coordinator closer to crumbling by the second. Five seconds tops, and then she’s bowing her head, quickly shuffling away.

You catch an almost inaudible sigh from right behind you; it takes a beat, and then another, before you feel him stepping back. When you finally turn to face him, his head is turned somewhere else, just like this morning, hands in his pockets, like he’s ready to side-step anyone who’ll mistakenly bump into him. Except no one in this field will likely jolt in surprise and run into him blind in a place where he belongs.

With Sae, you no longer try to hide how tired you are. You also do not hide the smile that colors your face upon realizing his little gestures.

“You know, I’d like to suggest we get dinner somewhere,” you begin, pausing only briefly when his eyes finally find you, “but I don’t wanna assume; I don’t know if you got anything planned for the rest of the night, after all.”

He scoffs, already slowly turning on his heel, ready to leave. “‘Course you do. You handle all my schedule.” A timely, gentle reminder that you have him and he has you, that after all the people and all the noise, you both get dinner after. He looks over his shoulder once at the sound of your laughter and to make sure that you’re following closely behind.

“Let’s go somewhere nice. I’m tired of mess hall food.”

“Hey, why are you and Shidou-san trending again?”

Sae groans the very moment you mention Shidou’s name. He slows his pace so you can walk side-by-side.

“I said no work; dinner first.”

“It’s not work, I’m just on social media—hey! Give me my phone.”

Two minutes later and you’re cracking up at the two-second clip of him rolling his eyes in front of the camera with zero context. You don’t get to watch the rest of the interview because you’re stuck laughing at that one scene—and how could he stop your laughter?—and just as you’re about to move on, he’s shoving your phone away from your face, once again, because Dinner first, okay? Dinner first before we talk work.

next >>

MASTERLIST

taglist: @kunikame @ac-koryu-13 @dioscuridios @kiyohdasimp @ririgards @saeitoshithoughts @simpx123 @silly-ez @jwhwbwhwh @yoimyas @imhererighthererightnoe @luvjiro @wifeofgeto @nxxagent @xoyumiqls @oosden @shiinobu-x @francinethings23 @beabeemu @ashen-sky @arminseas @lostinbeidou @bluerskiees @sagejin @whotaooo @nanami230 @li28zi @gemoyo @ari-maccha @kiopanxp @exatse @tears-dnt-fall

210 notes · View notes

saerins · 1 year

Text

─── 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 3.2k | content: fluff, ngl i was too lazy to proof this, childhood friends to lovers, canon-compliant (i tried), yn’s parents are just bad

notes: me ?? writing someone other than sae ?? wild . but it’s my first try at nagi so pls have mercy :’) feedbacks/reblogs appreciated !! <3

summary: it’s a little more difficult for nagi to realise his feelings compared to the average man.

i. fleeting moment

nagi seishiro was your first kiss, age ten on the swings of your backyard.

you’re only friends by chance. he was a loner on the swings in the public playground and you have a habit of picking up strays. (but until then, it had been limited to animals and not humans.)

yeah, yeah, maybe having a first kiss at the young age of ten is a little alarming, but it’s not like nagi is a bad person. if anything, he was just trying to shut you up. probably, maybe. (and it wasn’t with tongue, if anyone needs the specifics.)

“if you keep crying that loudly i won’t be able to hear my game,” nagi grumbled, eyes glued to his screen. apparently he was playing some pseudo horror game where four fighters run from a single hunter and apparently he needed to listen to the sounds to know when to run.

but really, you were ten and crying because some other boy bullied you in the playground, saying how you were so ugly and that no boy would ever wanna kiss you. given all of that, why would you even care about nagi’s stupid game?

if he didn’t want to be bothered, he shouldn’t have chased you all the way back home.

“but seishiro, am i really ugly?” you were ten and in need of immediate validation while nagi was in need of your immediate silence.

he didn’t even look up. “that’s subjective.”

even when he was young he had a smart mouth that would be able to break you.

“well then what do you think?” because honestly, even at that point, you thought nagi seishiro was handsome; he was the face claim you used to imagine all your scenarios at night before you went to sleep.

he was your knight in shining armor, coming to break you free from the cage which was your life and obligations. he was your prince charming who’d rescue you above all else. heck, sometimes he was mario and you were princess peach.

seishiro groaned when the screen shows game over and honestly, he really did think it was all your fault because he couldn’t hear anything over your incessant wailing. but then he looked at you for the first time after you cried and had the recurring thought that he didn’t want to be the reason for you to keep on crying.

“yeah, you’re pretty.”

and he puts his lips on yours like it’s no big deal.

ii. unreciprocated

fifteen is when you’re most rebellious. it’s a sickness you get from none other than mikage reo.

your family and the mikages go way back. they’d been family friends for such a long time. a part of you feels it’s not genuine, blinded by the fact that they’re always business partners and everything else stemmed from that one simple fact.

you started to play hooky from business dinners, started to say fuck off to rude old geasers who truly didn’t deserve a single dime they got.

all you ever got in return was your father’s temper and your mother’s cowardice and reo’s praises. most of all you at least had nagi’s shoulder to cry on. (he’s learned to bring along his earpiece just in case he had to meet you or accidentally bumped into you.)

“they all sicken me,” was what reo told you when you asked about his family in relation to their business. you could sympathise. sometimes all you could feel from your parents were that they treated you as a next-in-line rather than just daughter. and almost everyone around you made you feel like you were just a moneybag.

what reo felt shouldn’t have been too far off. except you thought he had it better; at least all his parents did was try to spoil him while not-so-subtly training him up to be the next ceo. he at least didn’t suffer at the hands of foul tempers and verbal abuse.

no one should have to.

“oh shit! i gotta go soon,” you realised, noticing that it was almost six and you’d made plans with nagi.

reo cocked a brow, “y/n l/n, you have other friends?”

you knew he was joking, but that didn’t stop you from landing the hardest punch you could on his arms. “hey, i’m not that inept at socialising okay?”

sure, you’d started taking caution with making friends because most of them were just after one thing: money. even at this age. which is crazy to you, at least, but you felt you had no right to think that. not when all the money you wanted was still at your disposal.

but you weren’t actually bad at making friends. it was just that maybe most people weren’t even worth the effort.

“they’re good to you, right?”

you took a moment to decide before you eventually nodded. “yeah, for sure.”

nagi was… weird, for you. but in the good sense. yeah, he’d open his mouth and ask you for money which at least told you he was honest. even if you rejected him, though, he was still beside you.

“man, what a hassle,” he grumbled when you wouldn’t buy any more food. he was broke, which meant he couldn’t eat anymore too if you didn’t buy some.

the two of you still never talked about that kiss. it never happened again, to your dismay.

you were a teen, and screw stupid teen hormones for driving you to ask him.

“hey sei, we’re good friends, right?”

“huh?” nagi was already fixated on his phone. probably some new game you didn’t know about. his earpieces were ready, around his neck. “uh, i guess?”

but that was not good enough for your feisty fifteen-year-old self.

“sei, i’m serious! would you be sad if one day we weren’t friends anymore?”

back then you didn’t know what you were doing. back then you didn’t think to yourself what it was, really, that you were trying to get out of him. maybe it was validation, and maybe it was just boredom.

you really just wanted to know nagi cared.

all he did was shrug, brows furrowed in annoyance. “that’s life, isn’t it? sometimes friends drift and sometimes they don’t.”

throwing wisdom around as if that was what you needed. and it was unfair to expect anything out of nagi as it was, but that didn’t stop you from throwing a tantrum and storming off.

(he watched you as you left, and there was something unsettling about the sight of your back moving so far away.)

iii. turning point

the world is small.

when you were sixteen you realised that the so called treasure reo told you he found was a human, who so happened to be your friend—nagi seishiro.

teeny tiny.

they also both happened to be picked by the JFU to go to blue lock. which you only found out after they’d both been gone for a week.

it didn’t surprise you though—they were both talented. it was only right they got picked. though, they also happened to be the only two people you would hang out with, so by default you felt lonely.

but at sixteen you’d learned to suck it up, hide your feelings. everything was okay—as long as you deceived yourself so. your parents were the same; overbearing and breathing down your neck and now that reo was not around for you and nagi couldn’t be your confidant, it felt much worse than usual.

everything was a transaction and you felt suffocated. it made you appreciate nagi’s unfiltered honesty and reo’s unwavering loyalty to whatever you dedicated yourself to.

“at least that reo boy has some other talents like that foolish soccer he plays,” your father berated over dinner. “and here my daughter is, good for nothing yet expects us to believe her when she says she can make a living outside of our company.”

and if you’d had other close friends, they would’ve told you that sixteen was too young to be sure what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. they’d have said your parents were unreasonable and that they were the fools.

but you didn’t. and the only friends you had weren’t around. so you ate it up. you clenched your fists where your parents couldn’t see and let them run their mouth. or, in your mother’s case, stay silent while your father made unreasonable arguments.

“and that nagi boy you hang out with,” your father turned his focus to him, “all he reeks of is laziness. i don’t get why you have to hang out with him all the time. inviting that oaf into our house like he’s welcome.”

that time your fists hit the table and you didn’t even expect it. it hurt because of how hard you hit but nothing could beat the hurt your father inflicted on your heart.

you found you couldn’t say anything, only because your father’s eyes were wide with rage at your outburst and you were still the same scared girl inside at age four when he first raised his voice at you.

“i-i’m sorry,” you choked out, which was pathetic but you didn’t want to end up murdered in your own house.

your father scoffed. “get your stupid head out of your ass or you’re cut off.”

the only time you could do that was when nagi and reo finally got their first break out of blue lock. you occupied their time for the most of it, listened to them going on and on about the matches that went on inside. though reo seemed a little mad at nagi, a little awkward around him, for some reason you weren’t privy to.

“i’m gonna head home first,” and reo was gone with the wave of a hand, something about having to settle something at home—probably nothing good.

maybe it was the lovestruck idiot in you talking, but you’d made peace with the fact that maybe you had a small crush on nagi seishiro, judging by how you acted around him. maybe it was that idiot that made you want to spend all of his free time together.

“guess i’ll see you tomorrow too?” sue you, you were just trying to shoot your shot.

nagi put his phone in his pocket, for once, and you were struggling to remain standing as he held eye contact with you, calm gray eyes the bane of your existence. “mmm can’t, gotta meet isagi and the rest.”

isagi, a name you’d just learned earlier—apparently nagi thought he was strong and chose his team. maybe that was why reo was mad.

“oh, okay then.” you’d ask for the next day, but you didn’t want to get rejected twice. besides, nagi would probably just prefer playing games and resting at home. you were just friends, after all.

“was thinking we could get dinner though,” nagi told you, hands in his pockets as the both of you walked down the street.

that was the first time he ever extended an effort, you remember. and suddenly life wasn’t that bad anymore.

it was also the first time nagi asked you to feed him, not because he was playing some game but on purpose.

and you didn’t know how it turned out that way, but he ended up taking up all of your time. it was the only reason you had the ability to fill him in on your family, and he actually listened. and, like reo, he said “fuck them.”

maybe that was the point you realised maybe he did care.

but for a girl at seventeen just concerned with romance and happiness, it was paradise—until of course he went back to blue lock, taking your heart with him.

(what you both failed to realise was that he left his with you.)

iv. slow realisation

in the bleachers of his first match out of blue lock, nagi seishiro spots you easily in the front row—wearing his jersey and number, when did you buy that?

doesn’t change the fact that nagi likes seeing it on you. he’s not familiar with the feeling, but it’s equivalent to saying you like him the most, which feels great if he’s honest to himself.

what he doesn’t like is the guy next to you. sharp jawline and spiky hair wearing a business suit and his raven eyes are always peeking at you out of the corner. does he like you?

but the whistle blows and nagi forgets about you for a little over ninety minutes. he’s going to show you he can win this, with you watching from the front row, and he’ll show you why he’s the best and that other guys in business suits don’t matter.

after the game reo makes a big deal out of the fact you’re wearing nagi’s jersey and not his, and nagi finds out the guy with you was someone your dad wanted to hook you up with.

twisted business marriages.

“i’m just going out with him to shut my father up,” you admit to nagi when you’re both finally alone. (aka, after you’ve convinced reo to pry him away and leave you two alone.)

nagi’s not used to this. what’s this relief he feels? “oh, good to know,” is all he says because he doesn’t even understand himself.

he isn’t even sure why he’s here in the first place, walking you home. he’s not sure why reo left when he could’ve driven all of you home instead of just mr business-suit-guy.

“how’s it feel now, to be mr popular?” you’re not even sure why you’re asking. maybe because you feel like the gap between you and nagi grew so wide in such a short period of time and you’d do anything to hear him say that he’s still the same seishiro you knew.

your seishiro.

nagi only shrugs, “dunno. don’t really feel the difference.”

because really, apart from the fact that he’s much more busy, he’s still him—playing games when he’s free, texting you because that happens to fall in the list of things he likes to do now, and well, the only difference he feels is—he takes a peek to his side—you, somehow.

not because of anything you do in particular, but he feels different somehow. and he can’t make sense of it. he never can. how’s he supposed to? no one ever warned him about shit like this.

“uh, nagi? have you ever thought that maybe you like her?” reo tells him over the phone later that night, a little baffled by the things his usually detached friend just told him.

“you like her too though,” nagi retorts.

reo sighs, wondering how nagi ever made it to where he is. “not in the same way.”

“what do you mean?”

“figure it out yourself.”

nagi hangs up, thinking he already has it figured out. he also thinks reo will keep his mouth shut.

he doesn’t.

v. requited

it’s funny how reo rushed to call you that night, right after nagi basically told him (without saying it explicitly) that he has a crush on you.

but it’s also funny how it’s been three months since then and nagi still hasn’t said anything about it. you play ignorant around him, waiting and waiting for him to admit it himself.

evidently it’s not working.

tonight you’re just watching him on the screen, cheering him on from the other side of the world because despite being from a rich family you can’t just up and leave to another country as and when you feel like it.

besides, you’ve made peace with your parents; you’d learn about the family business willingly as long as they stopped interfering with your personal life. they surprisingly agreed.

nagi and reo win, as you expected, and as usual, the cameras trail their team as they celebrate on the field, their captain having tore his shirt off to celebrate that they’d won the tournament. it’s not long before the camera pans back to nagi, a few reporters already surrounding him.

“so nagi, how do you feel right now?”

“great,” he answers, with a sexy amount of enthusiasm. he’s rarely ever enthused, but you find it so much more attractive when he is.

nagi has his phone in his hand, you notice, and you immediately fish for yours. he’d texted you right before they started hounding him.

are you watching?

you smile as you type back.

no. congrats on becoming champions! 🫶🏼

“nagi nagi, who would you like to dedicate this win to?” the reporters are all clambering to get a chance to question him.

“oh i don’t know,” nagi says, and you catch him looking at your message before looking back at the camera. “i guess i’ll dedicate this one to this girl i like.”

you nearly spit out your drink.

“wait, does this mean you’re involved with someone? tell us, who is it!”

all the reporters get excited, and understandably, since nagi’s probably just about given them the biggest scoop for the month. they’re all looking at him, money signs in their eyes, while your jaw drops open as he overshares with the entire world.

“oh, y/n l/n, she’s been my friend since forever and i don’t know… i kinda like her a lot,” he’s saying all this earnestly, a hand scratching his neck and a blush creeping on his face, though he doesn’t look the least bit fazed.

you rush to find his chat thread.

nagi, what the fuck!!!

you did NOT just say my name on live tv!!!

on the screen, he openly looks at your messages before typing a reply as the reporters hound him for more details.

oh shit, m i not supposed to?

“nagi, is she the one texting you right now?”

and like the honest guy he is, he nods. “oh yeah, think she’s mad at me right now.”

you curl up under your blanket, flustered because nagi is way too open and way too precious.

“would you like to say anything here to her now?”

nagi looks off camera and hums in contemplation before finally deciding on a response.

“hey y/n, tomorrow i’m gonna make you mine okay? so just wait for me.”

reo finally drags him away and towards the rest of his team and his interview ends there. you switch the television off, half mortified and half flattered. your phone blows up with most of your contacts gushing over what nagi said.

leave it up to nagi seishiro to have feelings for you, not realise it until years later, not tell you in the whole three months before this and yet announces it and your full name to the entire world on live television.

in spite of how flabbergasted you are, there’s a warm sensation blooming underneath your chest, a comfort that you’ve always been looking for finally fulfilled. there’s a certain endearment in the way nagi realises and professes his feelings.

you pull up his messages again.

you better keep your word, sei.

it doesn’t take him long to respond.

don’t worry, i’ll make you mine.

#bllk x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi x you #nagi x y/n #nagi fluff #bllk fluff #nagi imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock fluff #nagi seishiro fluff #bllk nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi seishiro x y/n #૪ aeri’s fics !

3K notes · View notes

milaisreading · 6 months

Text

BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

New masterlist since the old one had to be deleted. If someone could help me retrieve the links to some of my stories, I would be very greatful

Requests and rules

Hetalia masterlist

Get to know me

Crossdresser!Yn masterlist

Christmas special BLLK

World 5 masterlist

1. Yandere!Sae Itoshi x Reader (Halloween special 🎃)

2. Plushie incident in the morning

3. Random Blue Lock headcanons

4. Random Blue Lock scenarios pt1 / Random Blue Lock scenarios pt2

5. Blue lock characters as simps

6. Manager has a crush

7. A sick Reo

8. Manager meets the other players

9. A day off (Post U-20)

10. Manager goes away for 3 weeks / Manager goes away for 3 weeks pt2

11. Jersey numbers dilemma

12. Manager Yn and Ego's shenanigans

13. Kaiser, Ness, Oliver, and Sae

14. A family's misunderstanding

15. The manager has a type?! / The manager has a type?! Pt2

16. Fights over a jacket

17. Bus seat

18. A manager who needs football instructors

19. Of arguments and kiss-cams

20. Out on a date

21. Fan service

22. A creepy fan

23. Keychains

24. Yn merch

25. Caught in the middle (ReoxYnxNagi)

26. Misunderstandings (Itoshi Sae x Yn)

27. Toddler-sized manager?!

28. Manager Yn at Hakuho High

29. Baby Niko!!

30. Jersey issues (KaiserxYnxNess)

31. Toddler Kaiser

32. Of fake rumors and... dates?

33. Toddler Ness / Toddler Ness pt2

34. Since when are we engaged?! (Itoshi Sae x Yn)

35. Japan U-20 toddlers

36. It's our girlfriend (Bachira Meguru x Yn)

37. A bad day for the manager

38. Manager Yn being a fangirl

39. Shidou's girlfriend?!

40. Amnesia

41. Manager out and about with Oliver Aiku

42. Exes

43. Who is Toddler manager's favorite?!

44. Shark boy in lover (Kurona Ranze x Yn)

45. Celebratory date (Karasu Tabito x Yn)

46. Blue Lock 11 kindergarten

47. Overworked manager

48. That's my brother...

49. Toddler manager learned a new word... /

Toddler manager learned a new word... pt2

50. Toddler manager's day with Lorenzo

51. Some words of encouragement

52. Yandere Kainess

53. When Itoshi Sae visited Blue Lock

54. The clumsy and the simp

55. Another Yandere!Kainess

56. Meet the family

57. A jealous Sae

58. A week away (ft. World 5)

59. Toddler shenanigans

60. Meet the boyfriend (Leonardo Luna x Itoshi!Reader)

61. Sae the guard dog (Sae Itoshi x Isagi sister!Reader)

62. Misunderstandings and confessions (Sae Itoshi x Isagi sister!Reader)

63. 5th times the charm? (Valentine's Day special. Sae Itoshi x Isagi's sister!Reader)

64. Valentine's Day special! (Manager!Yn x Blue Lock/Japan U-20)

65. She likes a boy? (Fem!Sae Itoshi x Isagi's sister!Reader)

66. Sae and Yn as toddlers (Isagi's sister!Yn AU)

67. Wedding day (Isagi's sister!Yn x Sae)

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock masterlist

434 notes · View notes

natsukicookies · 8 months

Text

Embracing Digital Mysteries: Unveiling Love and Identity

Chapter 2 || love unlock

As your brother continued to play soccer in the garden, you sat on the sidelines, watching him kick the ball with a sense of admiration. His movements were fluid and confident, each kick and maneuver showcasing his skill and passion for the sport.

"Do you wanna play?" he called out, breaking my reverie. You hesitated for a moment, ready to decline his invitation. But just as the word "no" formed in your mind, a sudden interruption changed the course of events.

A holographic screen materialized before you, suspended in the air like a digital apparition. It displayed a message in bold letters, urging you to complete a task.

¹ˢᵗ ᵗᵃˢᵏ ᴱᵛᵉʳ!

[ᴷⁱᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃˡˡ]

[ᴬᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ] [ᵈᵉⁿʸ]

You furrowed your brows, puzzled by the sudden appearance of this interface. It was as if the mechanics of the game had merged with reality. Your mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation before you.

"What's this?" You mused aloud, reaching out to touch the holographic display. Before you could fully process your actions, your finger instinctively tapped the "Accept" option.

The moment your choice was registered, the screen vanished, leaving behind only a single, illuminated arrow that seemed to be pointing directly at the soccer ball yout brother was playing with.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up, your previous hesitations dissipating. A newfound determination ignited within you—a curiosity to explore this unusual scenario and discover what lay ahead. With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, you stepped onto the field, feeling a sense of unity with the avatar you was embodying.

The moment was charged with anticipation as you approached the ball, fully immersed in the realization that the lines between reality and the virtual world had blurred. The environment seemed to respond to your intentions, lending an otherworldly quality to the experience. With determination etched into your expression, you readied yoursef for the kick, determined to make it count.

Drawing in a deep breath, you swung your leg forward with a burst of energy, aiming to strike the ball with all the might you could muster. But in a surprising twist of events, your foot connected with nothing but thin air. The ball rolled untouched, and your intended triumphant moment turned into a comical mishap.

Gravity overtook you forward momentum, and you tumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on your rear end. Laughter bubbled up from your brother, the sound echoing around the garden. Your pride wounded, you felt tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over.

The unexpected emotional intensity took you by surprise. The sensations were overwhelming, and the child's body you now inhabited reacted in its own vivid way. Tears flowed freely, and you found youself unable to contain the rush of emotions.

Your brother's amusement dimmed as he saw the genuine distress on your face. His laughter faded, replaced by a mixture of concern and sympathy. He swiftly moved closer, his demeanor shifting from teasing older brother to a reassuring figure.

"It's okay, it's okay," he cooed, his voice gentle and soothing. "Don't cry, Y/n-chan. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. You'll do better next time."

His words were a balm to your emotional turmoil. The sincerity in his tone and the comfort he offered felt genuine, tugging at your heartstrings. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, his presence and his reassurance provided a sense of solace.

As he wiped away a few stray tears, you managed a shaky smile, the corners of your lips lifting in response to his kindness. In that moment, it became clear that while you were navigating the intricacies of this digital-manga crossover, the bonds you formed and the interactions you had were as real as any other.

With a deep breath, you nodded, determined to take his words to heart. This moment of vulnerability had highlighted the very essence of your journey—a journey that encompassed challenges, growth, and the unpredictability of a world that defied the rules you once knew.

Despite your best efforts to recreate the circumstances, the holographic screen remained stubbornly absent. You twisted your fingers in strange configurations, waved your hands, and even attempted a few dramatic jumps, but nothing seemed to trigger the appearance of the mysterious interface that had guided you before.

Frustration mingled with curiosity, leaving you puzzled and a bit defeated. The sense of power and possibility that the screen had brought felt like a distant memory, leaving you yearning for a way to access its guidance once more.

Just as you was about to give up, a voice called out from beyond the bathroom door. "Y/n, how long are you gonna be in there? Is everything alright?" It was your mother's voice, and her sudden presence startled you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Coming!" You replied, your voice a mixture of surprise and urgency. You quickly turned on the water tap, the sound masking any potential suspicion on her part. "I'm washing my hands!"

The brief exchange was a reminder of the delicate balancing act you had to maintain—juggling your true understanding with the persona of a 5-year-old. The necessity of maintaining appearances clashed with your desire for privacy and your pursuit of understanding this strange digital world.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, your mother's concern was palpable. Her eyes scanned you for any signs of distress, and you mustered a reassuring smile, hoping to alleviate her worry. She nodded in approval before turning back to whatever she had been occupied with.

The confines of constant supervision were suffocating, a reminder that you existed in a world where your true identity was veiled. Every step you took, every thought you had, was subject to scrutiny, and this limitation fueled your determination to uncover the nature of this new reality.

Resolute, you retreated to your room later that evening, your curiosity once again pulling you towards the enigmatic experience of the holographic screen. In the privacy of your own space, you closed the door and took a deep breath.

"Okay, let's try this again," you muttered under your breath. With a sense of hope, you attempted various gestures and movements, as if trying to communicate with an elusive spirit. And then, just as you was about to give up, a flicker caught your eye.

A faint glow materialized before you, gradually forming into the familiar holographic screen.

[ ᵀᵃˢᵏ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ:

¹ˢᵗ ᵀᵃˢᵏ ⁻ ᴷⁱᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵃˡˡ]

it read, along with a few other lines of text that seemed to outline your achievements.

Yoi couldn't suppress the rush of excitement that surged within you. It was as if you had cracked a code, unlocked a hidden door, and revealed a portal to a world of possibilities. The screen was back, its presence validating my attempts to interact with this unique reality.

With a newfound determination, you focused on the screen, eager to see what new tasks or insights it might provide. It was clear that this screen was more than just a game mechanic—it was a bridge between your past and present, a tool that would help you navigate the intricacies of this manga-inspired world.

As the text on the screen changed, you felt a sense of anticipation building within you. The challenges, the opportunities, and the secrets this digital interface held were all part of the tapestry of your journey—one that was still unfolding, one interaction at a time.

The holographic main screen flickered into view once again, its virtual presence captivating your attention. The arrangement of options

ᴹᵃⁱⁿ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉⁿ:

ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Qᵘᵉˢᵗˢ

mirrored the structure of a video game, confirming your realization that this world you inhabited was like a living, interactive digital realm.

"This is just like a game..." you muttered, you words carrying a mix of wonder and bemusement. The boundaries between fiction and reality were blurred in ways you had never imagined.

Among the options, the text "Love Interests" stood out, beckoning you with intrigue. With a decisive tap, you delved into this category, eager to learn more about the concept of romantic connections within this world.

As the interface for "Love Interests" loaded, the text presented an enigma that left me puzzled:

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

???

ᴺᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏ ʸᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ.

Confusion tugged at you. What did it mean by "unlocked"? And why was the category shrouded in mystery? Was there a way for you to unlock these "love interests"? You pondered these questions, your curiosity piqued.

Frowning, you decided to go back to the main screen and investigate further. You clicked on the "Profile" option, hoping to gain insight into the character you had become.

The information that appeared was both revealing and puzzling:

ˢᵏⁱˡˡˢ:

ᴹᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ qᵘⁱᶜᵏ ˡⁱᵉˢ

???

The bizarre skill intrigued you. What kind of world was this, where making up lies was considered a skill? It was a talent that seemed more suitable for a spy or a trickster, rather than a young child. You couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all.

But it was the profile information that truly held your attention:

ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ:

ᴺᵃᵐᵉ: ᵉᵍᵒ ʸ/ⁿ

ᴬᵍᵉ: ⁵

ᴴᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ: ³'⁵

You stared at the screen, a mixture of emotions churning within you. The name "Ego" felt like a title you had been assigned rather than a reflection of your true self. And the age—it was a stark reminder of the incongruity between your mind and the body you inhabited.

The information about your height seemed to further emphasize the dissonance. At 5 years old, you was significantly shorter than what you had been accustomed to. These details were a testament to the intricacies of the world you was navigating, one where identity was malleable and reality was a tapestry of elements drawn from manga and gaming.

As you contemplated your newfound profile, a mix of determination and curiosity swelled within you. The journey ahead was filled with unknowns, from the mysterious love interests that had yet to be unlocked to the peculiar skills that defined you. With a sense of purpose, you closed the holographic interface and turned yout gaze toward the future—a future that promised adventure, discovery, and the unraveling of the mysteries that had led you to this extraordinary juncture.

44 notes · View notes

17020s · 1 year

Note

HIHI!! thinking abt how rin itoshi’s mom would try to set him up with someone and he agrees to it for her to stop going on abt it and him realising the person isn’t that bad after all need ur thoughts on this Please 🙏

☆ ONE MORE DATE.

Rin Itoshi is set up by his mother on a date with a person she met while she shopped. He isn't a big fan of this... or is he? CONTAINS TINY SPOILERS FOR THE NEO EGOIST LEAGUE (TEAMS). CW: Rin Itoshi being Rin Itoshi (sigh), 1.2 k word vomit. this was supposed to be a set of hcs but shit happened i'm sorry i hope this is decent.

Paris X Gen players are given two weeks off, so where does the great RIN ITOSHI go? Home. He's worth a lot, yes, but after calculating expenses and where they need to go, he is not left with what he considers much to invest in a home. Yet.

So, he returns home, to his parents. He isn't ashamed of it, nor is he uncomfortable. Sae isn't staying with them, so that brings relief to him. His relationship with his parents is not as bad; they have dinner together and can sometimes hold a normal conversation. His parents don't pester him unless they really need to. He cooks and cleans for himself. He's self-sufficient.

Rin's mother thinks she needs to act now. Her son is quickly making himself known around the world, especially with Blue Lock TV. She's running out of time before her son is fully immersed in the world of fame. But she isn't specifically worried about him, she's worried about his love life.

Rin Itoshi is not known for his warmth, or his friendliness. His mother is well aware of how his son acts and feels. Yet, there lies hope within her, especially with the cute person she met while she went shopping: YN LN.

She accidentally drops her box of green tea she's buying for Rin, and as you help her pick up her stuff, she thanks you. You and her talk for a bit, bonding over cooking. She asks for your name and age, immediately pulling up pictures of her son, who is conveniently around your age. He is also, conveniently attractive.

So she asks for your number, you already know where this is going. She begs you to go out with him. Just one date. She's worried about him, and his lack of interactions with others. Somehow, she knows that her matchmaking will be a success this time.

Yes, she had tried this multiple times. Even when Rin was younger, she had tried setting him up with potential friends (or partners), but it never seemed to work as Rin shooed them away. She hopes that Rin has 'matured', and is open to one more date.

When she gets home, Rin is already making dinner. It's a small act of gratitude from his part, as he never verbally thanked his parents for letting him stay with them. His mom offers to help, using this opportunity to tell him about her day and about the wonderful person she had met. Rin rolls his eyes as he knows that he is going to be set up again. In his mind, he's already thinking about looking for a place to stay that isn't his home. That would mean he'd have to cut his soccer expenses in half, which he wasn't happy with.

His mom spends the entire night pestering him about this date, and he begrudgingly agrees. It's just to shut his mother up. Dates last about an hour, and who says he needs to listen to what the person is saying? He could be there and have his mind map out his next exercising regimen, for all he cares.

The day comes. You sit down in a small cafe, waiting for the woman's son to show up. A handsome, tall man dressed in a turquoise sweater and black pants comes in, seemingly looking for someone. His eyes meet yours as he slowly approaches your table. "You YN?" is what he asks.

You nod as he sits down, picking up the menu from the table. He looks at you one more time. You look... normal. Like a pest. But.. like.. a pretty pest. An attractive pest. Fuck pests, you're just a good looking person. He's grateful of the menu he grabbed, as it covers his pink cheeks. God damn his mother. God damn it all.

"So, um, you like football?" you ask. He narrows his eyes in annoyance as he replies, "I play football."

Rin's mom made sure to warn you about his attitude, but she also told you about his interests, and it turns out you and him have a lot in common. "I like football, I was taught how to play when I was a child" you say, watching as he motions for you to continue.

"I've gotten rusty from lack of practice, though."

Lukewarm, he thinks, there's clearly no passion. He wouldn't let you skip practice, and would turn you into something better. He'd plan a schedule, select meals for the week, and—

He would what?

Fuck no. There's no time for that. Why is he thinking about you? You're nothing more than lukewarm. But he can't let it show. He has disappointed his mom so many times, he sometimes worries that he might get kicked out of her house. Still, only a few more days until he returns to Blue Lock. He's considering cutting his football expenses down and staying in a hotel for a few days. It can't hurt his wallet that much.

"Uh... do you like horror movies?" he asks.

"I can handle some of them" you reply. His eyes gleam with interest as he watches you talk about how some movies look extremely fake which makes them funny. Someone needs to help Rin, because he fears that with his sweater, and how cute you look when talking about his interest, he will faint from how hot he feels.

Was his mother right? Hell no. He's not going to give her the satisfaction. Not yet at least. Just because you share some of his interest doesn't mean he's immediately falling for you. God no. There's still one more test to be done, and a part of him was scared.

Scared of what? Disappointment. He has known you for around ten minutes, and according to him, things are going fine. He has answered your question, and has asked you one in return. Is that not how conversations work? He wonders why he feels so conflicted. You seem like a nice person, and you're putting some effort into this date. Should he put in more effort? Why is this hard? Why the hell is he thinking like this?

"What do you think of Sae Itoshi?"

That's the effort he puts in? Asking of Sae? You furrow your brows in confusion.

"Who?"

Rin Itoshi is certain that you're an angel sent from above.

His interest in you spikes up as he changes the subject, asking if you're ready to order. After a waiter comes and takes the order, you and him continue getting to know each other. He tells you about Blue Lock, and how he's currently in his week off. In exchange you talk about your lifestyle, and he makes sure to listen closely. Small talk is odd, because it's Rin. It's his first time making an effort when talking to a possible romantic partner. You understand that, though, and appreciate his efforts.

He doesn't know how to ask for another date. He's asking himself why he wants another date in the first place; he's returning to Blue Lock in just a few days. He recognizes that you make him feel... at ease. And maybe, just maybe, he would like for that sense of peacefulness to become part of his daily routine.

When the date ends (he was the one to pay), he grabs your wrist as you stand from your seat. He takes out his phone, opening the contacts app and handing it over to you. You put your number on his phone, saying your goodbyes.

Later that evening, you get a text.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Hey, it's Rin.

(xxx) xxx - xxxx: Can we have one more date?

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x you #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x y/n #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x y/n #bllk x y/n

784 notes · View notes

yuitoru · 5 months

Note

Can you do Blue Lock Rin x female reader x Sae? The reader is a very sweet and kind girl. The Itoshi brothers are fighting for her love.

a/n: hi! i got this req twice so ill js answer this one and leave the other. if im being honest i had no idea how to write this and tbh i wasnt that comfortable writing something like this, so im really sorry if it wasnt like how you wanted it to be!!

ʚ ₊˚✧ ⠀⠀⠀ COMPETITION

incl : r.itoshi , s.itoshi

the itoshi brothers were known for their similar personalities - mannerisms especially. they shared the same qualities, and they hated each other for it - sarcasm, attitude, dry humour ... sae and rin were one of the same.

so it should have been expected when they both fell for the same girl, as similar as they are.

you were rin's friend initially, with the two of you being the same age and sae two years above you both. most of the time, you didnt speak to sae, either out of nerves, or fear of the older boy. it wasnt like sae had ever done anything to make you scared of him; he was just a lot older, making your younger self tremble in his presence.

however, as you and rin grew up together, he stared falling for you, and he fell hard. it was around halfway through your middle school years when he realised how much he actually liked you; someone had accidentally kicked a ball at your head, and rin took care of you - after having yelled at and punched the person who had hurt you. the thought that you were in pain and he couldnt take it away was too much for rin, and thats when he understood how he felt about you.

so, as any little brother does, rin's first thought is to confide in his brother. one day after school, rin was stood outside sae's bedroom door, his hand hesitating as he went to knock. pulling himself together, rin knocked gently on the door, and at the sound of his brother's voice telling him to come in, he walked into the room.

"i need your help"

was the first thing rin said. sae's eyes widened slightly before he relaxed and sat up on his bed, patting the space next to him for rin to come sit next to him. once he did, sae turned to look at him.

"well, whats up?"

"i think i like someone, and i dont know what to do..."

whatever sae was expecting, it wasnt that, and it showed. the shock on his face was present for a few moments before he calmed down, and ruffled his little brother's hair. by this point, sae had had his fair share of confessions, so he knew mostly how they were done.

"well, whos the lucky girl?"

"...yn"

with that, sae's entire world stopped. he felt his heart slow down and the hand in rin's hair fell limp. rin liked you? why did it have to be you? sae felt like crying in that moment, but he wouldnt let himself; he wasnt about to be weak in front of his little brother that liked the same girl as he did.

sae couldnt remember a time where he didnt like you. from the moment that the two of you met, sae thought that you were the cutest thing ever - a bundle of nerves as you struggled to hold eye contact with him. as the three of you grew up together, sae's feelings for you grew as well, and the fact that you had grown to be so pretty didnt help either. now sae was stuck in the moral dilemma of losing the possibility of you and him, or crushing his little brother's heart as such a tender and fragile age.

"...thats sweet .. rin."

"so, what do you think i should do??"

"just, tell her ... whats the worst that will happen, right..?"

275 notes · View notes

yoichiris · 1 year

Text

holding onto love | itoshi sae x reader but we were something, don't you think so? ✩ strangers to lovers, second chance romance, implied intercourse but not explicit, use of alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, abortion and miscarriages, angst to happy ending

you meet itoshi sae at one of his games in japan. you're running around the back halls of the stadium, sent on an errand by a producer, when you see him standing around, hands in his pockets.

"um," you stutter, "are you lost, itoshi-san?"

he looks at you with disinterest. "no," he replies, and doesn't elaborate any further.

you're conflicted. players, and especially itoshi sae, should not be here. in fact, he should be at the exact press conference that you were currently running around like a headless chicken for. so you stand there, awkward, until his stare turns into a glare.

"yes?" he finally says, annoyed.

you balance on the balls of your feet. "it's just," you mumble, "i can guide you back to the conference room if you need..."

"fuck off," he waves you off.

you wince. you had heard about sae's disdain for press, so you simply pivot, and go back to work. you're just an intern, after all.

the next time you meet sae you're working your first big event as a reporter. it's awards season, and sae is up for an mvp award.

you find him in a quiet hallway, lazily scrolling his phone.

"hiding again?" you ask, fuelled partially by the flutes of champagne you've consumed.

he doesn't even look up. "mind your own business," he sneers.

"you wouldn't happen to have a comment for me about potentially winning mvp again, would you?" it couldn't hurt to try, you think. plus, it'd be huge if you got a comment from itoshi sae.

"no," he replies, as you expect.

you nod, pulling your phone out and pretending to jot notes down. "super excited to be nominated," you taunt, "really happy that my talents are being recognized."

"you're really annoying, aren't you?" he finally looks up from his phone, and takes a step closer to you. "write this down. it's only natural that i get mvp again. and i will get it next year, too."

you whistle. "got it," you tell him with a smile, pocketing your phone. "you can go back to hiding now."

you're about to leave when he grabs your wrist, and the heat from his hand sends a jolt through your body. you try to keep your gasp.

"what's your name?" he asks, and somehow, he still looks disinterested.

you grin. "yn," you tell him pulling out your business card, "read my article when it comes out, kay?"

sae comes up to you at the next event, some charity fundraiser assignment that you took just to suck up to your boss.

"that article was inaccurate," he deadpans, and you're so glad that you're buzzed enough for this.

you hum breezily, knowing he had pressed like on your tweet of the outgoing article, "i had to make you sound like less of a douchebag."

"that's not your job," he snorts, leaning against the wall next to you.

you shrug. the fabric of his jacket lightly brushes against your bare arm and you shiver. he's so close to you now that you can smell his cologne, and it raises goosebumps all over your body.

he spends the next few minutes watching the crowd, while your heart is thumping hard in your chest.

"i'm leaving," he tells you suddenly, downing the rest of his champagne, "are you coming?"

you look at him, confused. coming where? but he starts walking, and you can do nothing else but follow. he leads you through the marbled corridors, to a darkened room, where he corners you against the nearest wall.

your breath hitches in your throat, your hands going up to hold sae's arms to steady yourself. he's so close to you, completely overwhelming you, in every inch of your space. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you almost whimper from the sensation.

"i want to rip this dress off you," he murmurs, his fingers now trailing down the side of your neck, down to your collarbone.

you gulp. "p-please," you beg, gripping onto his biceps tighter.

sae is a decisive lover, moving aside the fabric of your dress as he pleases, touching where he knows makes you cry hardest, pressing into you when he feels you cling to him. you're inexperienced, but not clueless, and you do your best to match him.

when he lowers you back onto the granite floor, your knees almost buckle under you. he catches you around the waist, holding you up against him.

"need a ride home?" he asks, his voice raspy. his hair is messy, his eyes cloudy, and you can't believe what just happened.

you nod, breathless, taken away.

it never occurred to you until now that sae was really never in japan.

you see him once in a while, when he has to return. he always calls you, a simple word of i'm staying here, and texts you the address to his hotel.

and you always go, regardless of how busy you are. while he's gone you focus on your career, finally promoted to being on-air talent, providing commentary for various matches. you look good, he'll text you after the broadcast.

you start to feel sick, in the mornings before your broadcast. you think it's stress, it's nerves, but your breasts start to feel tender, and you start to eat a little more than you used to.

there's a sinking feeling in your stomach, and you think about how sae will be back tomorrow. so you take a pregnancy test.

you hadn't really thought about defining any relationship with itoshi sae. in the first place, he had never said anything about it, and in the second, you were both busy with your careers. you had been content with whatever this was.

but sometimes, when he's holding you, you let yourself wonder what it would be like if, instead of a hotel room, he came home to you in your modest apartment. in those moments, you let yourself be hopeful.

yet you sit at the island counter in the middle of his hotel room the next day, playing with the glass of water that he had handed to you, wondering if it would go differently if you hadn't been hopeful.

"i'm pregnant," you whisper, your voice small, looking down.

he's completely silent for a few moments. sae, above all, has always put his career before anything else. the fact resounds in your thoughts.

"lose it," he finally replies, "and this... it's over."

your heart drops.

you put down the glass of water on the counter with a clumsy clang, and sae still hasn't turned around to look at you. that's it? you think. what about us? what about me?

you feel numb, stumbling off the tall stool, vision blurry, barely making it to the exit before you find your voice.

"bye, sae," you rasp, feeling like you couldn’t even breathe, and walk out the door.

sae has google alerts on for you.

at first, he convinces himself that he's only confirming that you had not gone through with the pregnancy. and you hadn't, even though you had never told him anything else. some nights he lies in bed, in the dark, trying to remember the feeling of you beside him, and wonders how you dealt with it all by yourself.

you're a regular caster for matches in japan now. he watches all your broadcasts, telling himself he's reviewing plays, even though he knows that he never had any interest in japanese football.

he finds himself staring at the pictures of you, from your broadcasts, instagram, anywhere—comparing them to the vision in his mind.

and sometimes, he catches himself staring at your belly, wondering what it would look like if it had actually been swollen with his child. he wonders what you would be like as a mother, as his partner, what it would be like if you were still here, with him.

sae tells himself a lot of things, but all of them lead to you.

it feels like a twist of fate when you are one of the casters for his match in japan, even though logically he knows that it had been a huge possibility.

all eyes are on itoshi sae, home at last, you say at the opening. he thinks you sound different in that moment.

he listens to you with his eyes closed, your voice blasting through his headphones. he hears it when you're excited, when you're in disbelief, in every tilt of your voice. and he hears it when your voice cracks, just like that day in his hotel room, just as he makes a game-changing pass.

sae-kun saves the ball! you exclaim, just as he catches it with his foot. itoshi sae is always so reliable in these situations...

he winces when you break, reminding him that he hadn't been reliable, not for you.

you're up for a best newcomer in sports broadcasting award that winter—a small affair that no one but the concerned journalists would know about.

but he sees a small mention of it in the corner of a magazine, and makes it his mission to gain access to the event.

the truth is that he hadn’t stopped thinking about you. about how you sounded when you left his hotel room, or when he saved the ball and hadn’t saved you. or the other things about you: your hair across his pillow, your skin against his, the little mewl you do when you stretch out in the morning.

sae corners you outside the washrooms. he thinks you look beautiful, or maybe he's never wanted you more than he does at this moment.

"sae...!" you breathe his name and he watches as your face pales, "what...what are you doing here?"

he takes a step towards you, wanting so badly to be near you. he can't find the words to say to you, to convey how he's been feeling for the past year, to wash away the hurt that he must've caused you. he thinks he can't, that there's nothing to say, but there's no way he wouldn't try.

"congratulations," he tells you, and it's anticlimactic, "...on your award, i mean. i'm proud of you."

you furrow your brows. "...thank you," you reply, tentative, guarded, "but how did you even get into this ceremony?"

"i asked around," he says vaguely, as if he hadn't agreed to at least one condition he wouldn't have otherwise to gain entry.

sae searches your face for any reaction, but all he sees is confusion, turmoil. he sees the apprehension, the distance between you and him even though you're standing right in front of him.

"...i wanted to talk to you," he finally admits.

to you, sae has always looked unreachable.

even when he was holding you in his arms, the rise and fall of his chest right next to your ear, it didn't feel like he was there, with you. and really, he hadn't been.

"...about?" you steel yourself, thinking about the last words he had said to you, "are you here to make sure i didn't have your secret love child?"

you watch him flinch, and you think he deserves it.

"no," he replies, and he sounds almost apologetic, but his frustration bubbles, "i just..."

you cut him off. "sae," you whisper, fists clenched, pleading.

you won't look at him, can't look at him. your heart hurts and you can't stop the sob that rips through your throat when you think about last year, about the moment that stayed with you ever since. your tears drip on the floor.

"do you even know what it was like?" you cry, "to have you, to have this baby, and then to lose it all? to know that... none of it ever mattered to you?"

he catches both your hands, and you gasp when he falls to his knees, leaning his forehead on your stomach.

"i don't know what it was like," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, "but i know that i can't be without you anymore. i can't stop thinking about..." the way that you had stumbled out of my hotel room that day. how much i regret not chasing after you.

he trails off.

you hiccup. "there were...complications," you explain, "i miscarried, sae. and i just... if i had been stronger... if i had fought for us..."

he feels like he's been punched in the gut.

"it's not your fault," he rasps, adamant, the heat from his skin burning through the fabric of your dress, "...i should have been there."

he feels angry, at himself, frustrated, that he was so stupid, and so much shame, watching you cry, without being able to do anything to stop it.

but even if sae isn't good at admitting weakness, at admitting he was wrong, he is good at making goals and achieving them.

"i will be there," he swears, "next time, and every time after that."

when sae holds you in his arms at night, you can't help but think that he might disappear again.

sometimes you get this faraway look in your eyes, so he takes you and anchors you to him, and wonders if he can undo the hurt. he feels you relax against him, but knows that there are still doubts in your mind.

so when you start to dodge his embraces, when you start to sneak out of bed early in the morning, he knows that you're starting to slip from him.

"yn," he calls, following you out of bed one morning, cornering you against the counter, "what are you doing?"

"sae!" you yelp, bracing yourself on his shoulders when he cages you in, "uh, just... getting ready. you didn't want to stay in bed?"

he stares blankly at you, "no," he replies, then lowering his head to your shoulder, "what's wrong?"

"what do you mean, babe?" you ask innocently, playing with the ends of his hair. you soften as he snuggles up to you, rubbing his nose against the sensitive spot at the base of your neck.

you can almost feel him pouting when he says, "you've been running away from me."

"no, i'm—" you feel a wave of nausea roll over you before you throw him off, bending over the toilet to gag.

sae is immediately by your side, on his knees, gathering your hair in his fist in one hand and running his other hand down your back. nothing comes out, but you heave, again and again.

you're crying by the time you stop. he gathers you in his arms, and you cry a little harder.

"i think..." you hiccup, "i think i'm pregnant again."

you feel sae tighten his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"why are you crying," he murmurs, "i told you i would be here."

you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heart thump under you. he doesn't seem nervous, his heart as steady as it was a few moments ago.

"i know, i just..." you trail off, linking your hands with his, "i'm scared, sae."

you remember, in the weeks after getting back together, how insistent sae was on showing you he would be there. you think about the condo he commits to buying even though he's not in japan for half the year, just to move you in despite your protests so that he could come home to you.

you think about what he looks like when he walks through the front door, nonchalant, but always searching for you, and catching you in his arms when he sees you paying attention to anything else.

"i love you," he says, simply, obviously, "so don't be scared."

sae doesn't admit to loving you often, but baring his heart to you now, in this moment, makes you hopeful once again.

#blue lock x reader #itoshi sae x reader #bllk x reader #yoi's crops 🌱#from: itoshi sae 🎀

880 notes · View notes