#SAE

[chevxyn]

conflicted feelings.

continuation; after your ‘break up’ with sae, your producer helped you to make a new album, and as you were having a hard time finding a model for your cover, isagi just happens to have a friend.

itoshi sae & yukimiya kenyu smau.

a continuation of conflict = chemistry, celebrity!singer!you, slowburn, love triangle, one person ending.

written parts is marked with (w)

status : to be released, mid-late february.

new! character introductions.

yukimiya’s group.

act i.

001.

002.

003.

004.

005.

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act ii.

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act iii.

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act iv.

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act v.

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©chevxyn

[nimbus-notes]

something (more x2) about domestic sae. you typically wait for sae to return from practice. he’s used to walking in, slipping off his shoes, dropping off his bag, and seeing you in an array of places. reading in the living room; humming with sweets in the kitchen; clambering downstairs, damp and warm after an evening bath.

tonight, he finds nothing of the sort.

a quiet home, dim and still. he looks in the kitchen, the stairwell — finds you asleep on the living room sofa. you’re in an off-kilter position, like you’d tried to stay up, only to doze despite yourself.

it makes something seize in his chest. petaling open like a summer rosebud.

when he kneels on the couch, just slightly over you, you stir. blinking up at him drowsily, recognition colouring your eyes. “you’re home,” you say, with so much easy familiarity, so little surprise yet so much warmth, it makes something almost vicious consume his brimming sense of affection.

“I’m home,” he murmurs, smoothing back your hair, tousled from your nap. “you fell asleep on me.”

“I was tired,” you protest, voice still so bleary, as though you were still caught in some dream. he can’t help but want, from somewhere deep within his ribs, for it to have been about him. “I stayed up so long waiting.”

“I know. don’t have to, though. you should rest.”

“but if I want to?” you smile teasingly, just a bit.

his thumb and forefinger find your cheek, squeezing a bit too hard. not out of any desire to see your wince. it just seems to be the only way to communicate the warming in him, a bit too rough in his handling of you, saying what his words never do.

you make protesting sound, soft and petulant. a whine. he pinches just marginally harder.

“rest,” he says again.

“want to be with you, now that you’re back.”

he huffs softly, a light breath that doesn’t disturb the equilibrium of the room. he leans over you, and your eyes flutter shut as he noses your temples, breathing in your delicacy. floral, faint, familiar. part of him wants to cherish the rose; another part wants to crush it within his palm, hold it so no one else ever could.

“we can finish your nap together, then,” he murmurs, compromising. giving your way, as you always know he will. “just for a bit. otherwise, you’ll be up all night.”

“like you wont be,” you scoff, knowingly. prying out the little secrets he holds so tight. he only bundles you closer, under the guise of hushing you while you laugh quietly, though his heart beats only that much faster.

[m1khailingf]

I got distracted too

[megumismyhusband]

🎧: Fallen Star- The Neighborhood

Sae Itoshi stood at the edge of the field, the night air brushing against his skin like a gentle reminder of just how far apart you both were. You stood a few feet behind him, watching him with a quiet understanding. There was a distance between you, one he had placed there long ago—one you both knew couldn’t be crossed.

He was close, yet so far. And the farther you tried to reach, the more he slipped away, like a star too far off to touch, burning brightly just out of your grasp.

You tell yourself it doesn’t hurt. That you’re fine with it, that this is the way it’s meant to be. After all, you’ve always known. But still, you watch him, feeling the gravity of his absence more than the closeness of his form.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

lunar event calendar ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

guess what time it is? yep, it’s lunar new year! im from a chinese family, so i obviously can’t be a disappointment to the family. because of that (and my love for mythology and blue lock), im going to write a shortfic for blue lock boys based on chinese/east asian romance myths and legends ‎♡

(this is also in celebration of me getting to 500 followers, like you guys are so amazing🥹🥹🥹 i love you guys so much❤️)

lunar event 2025 masterlist:

day one: when you know, you know - bachira meguru

day two: patience - itoshi rin

day three: a thousand miles - isagi yoichi

day four: worthy of me - itoshi sae

day five: butterfly - oliver aiku

day six: wherever you go, that’s where i’ll follow - michael kaiser

[casey0w0]

Now kiss

[yanderebluelockfan]

HEYYY MY BABY RIN ISNT ANNOYING HE IS JUST CUTEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😚😙😗😗❤️💥🌃♥️🔥🥳🎉😝🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗🙆🙆🙆❤️❤️❤️

[neiptune]

that joke about bllk guys interacting with haikyuu guys

[saetiate]

sae knowing about your little crush on him and making you nervous on purpose. he stands just a little closer than usual, brushes up against you when he walks by, puts his hand on the small of your back. just to listen to your breath hitch, to watch you straighten, your eyes widen, a ghost of a smile on his face at every reaction you make

[zenokei]

the overnight pouch itoshi sae’s u-20 team found was actually yours, it’s just that oliver saved sae’s ass that day.

it sends a shiver through sae’s spine how scums like them could’ve been the first to uncover that he has a girlfriend—a girlfriend he’s been protecting from flashing lights for nearly two years of his life.

when he gets home that day, you aren’t even able to greet him with a welcoming hug. his hands tensely grip on your shoulders the second the front door closes, and he starts shaking you. then, after you’ve been disoriented without further knowledge, sae shoves your make up bag with an obvious scowl, explaining everything.

explaining what he had overheard from his teammates hours prior.

you only laugh—so hard that it pisses sae off even more. you tell him you’re sorry while catching your breath, reassuring him that you don’t care if people realize he has a girlfriend—but he believes otherwise.

however, noticing you continuing to tease and laugh at his stubbornness protecting you from the media when days pass by, sae has decided he would never leave his things out of sight. no pout or ounce of pleading from you will work, as sae will make sure you never help him fix his bag ever again.

perhaps it’s a bit too petty for him. come on, it was your mistake, really! how were you to know that you’d…accidentally mistake one of your make up pouches with his skin care one?

and how were you to know that someone would even think of covering for his ass? what a shame, really.

© zenokei | do not repost, copy, or use my works.

[rinskazuu]

want your bad romance ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ you text the bllk guys that you cheated on them as a prank (ft. my favs <3)

characters. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, otoya, karasu, bachira, reo, and nagi (separate)

cw. ꨄ︎ fluff, crack, swearing, pet names, sassy men, sarcasm, mentions of violence, kaiser being mean, sae being his brother's biggest hater (are we surprised), eita being a silly little down bad bf

notes. ꨄ︎ loving sae and kaiser the same, but only wanting to punch kaiser in the face <3

♪ song used. ꨄ︎ bad romance by lady gaga

end notes. ꨄ︎ guys i love kaiser sm it's not funny (i love sae more)

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bllk masterlist | general masterlist

[lumiambrose]

Sae Itoshi never strays from his morning routine.

From opening the window to his morning kombucha, it’s always the same. That is, until you came around.

Golden sunlight filters through the curtains as Sae shifts awake. His body clock wakes him up relatively early, so he’s not surprised to find you still fast asleep, nestled gently in his arms.

He takes in your slumbering form—the way your chest rises and falls softly, your hair messy, and your arm resting ever so lightly holding his own. You’re perfect, he thinks to himself. His beautiful lover, lost in the land of dreams, all for his eyes to take in.

Although he doesn’t allow himself to linger any longer. The grasp you once held on his arm slowly loosens as he wriggles out of your hold, gently to not disturb you.

It pains him to see you cling aimlessly to the air instead of him, but he has a busy day ahead of him and can’t afford to waste time.

That is, until he hears a faint whimper from across the room. To his dismay, he instantly recognises the sound. Putting his clothes down and turning around only to find your slumbering figure writhing slightly, letting out small sounds of discontent.

He curses himself inwardly. Putting you in such a painful situation makes his heart clench. Is he really that heartless? Not for you. He vowed to never make you sad, awake, or asleep.

“Mierda, amor,” he murmurs, slipping off the clothes he’d just put on before quietly sliding back into his spot beside you. Pulling your restless body into a warm embrace, one that assures him that he made the right decision.

“I’m sorry, angel. Didn’t know you’d be that restless without me.” He whispers, tracing soft patterns on your arm. “I’ll stay as long as you need me here.” He places a soft kiss on the back of your head, allowing himself to fall back into slumber for the first time he can remember.

All because of you.

©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[m1khailingf]

Yuri kaisae💗

[seneon]

★ tying ribbons around sae itoshi.

"can i tie ribbons around you?" your question birthed a quirked eyebrow for sae. you're always saying the most random of things in the universe that he isn't so surprised of whatever spills out from your lips next. regardless, he's confused as to why you'd want to put a feminine aspect onto him. "why?"

"because it's your birthday."

a scoff he let out from your words as he resumed his journaling of today's football records. sae always has this book with him that he records every single happenings that occurs during trainings and such. it's his best friend, it seems.

"it's just a birthday. no need to tie ribbons around me."

you frowned. which he absolutely despises— because once there's a downward curve on your lips, you're about to pull something he cannot resist. and it works all the time.

"but sae... please..?" the damn puppy eyes with an annoying little pout that sae wanted to kiss away so badly. knowing you wouldn't give up, he agreed. and now... there's cute little pink and black ribbons all over sae's hair. it's even on his fingers and his biceps.

sae watches as you're seated in his lap, carefully tying them while humming a soft tune to yourself. maybe a little bit to him too, since it started turning into his favourite songs. his fingers gently caressed your sides, gaze locking onto your fingers and occasionally to your eyes where you'd steal a few glances and smiled at him. so quiet in this moment, sae simply lets you do as you wish.

when you're done, you pulled back to admire your work of art of a boyfriend covered with cutesy little ribbons and bows. you can help but giggle at the sight of him looking extremely cute that a few pecks on his lips and all over his cheeks were executed.

your fingers are on his cheek now, forehead rested against his own, and your eyes locked into his teal ones. "happy birthday, pretty boy. you look very cute in ribbons."

note. everyone say happy birthday to @hyoismbbg's man

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[merlucide]

oh I know the hoes (myself included, unfortunately) will go crazy when this gets animated

I WILL GO HAM IF THEY FUCK THIS SCENE UP.

[kirozai]

—BETTER AT LOVING YOU.

Sae has always believed that playing football was the only thing he was good at. Meeting you drastically changed his belief. Sae is reminded again while trying to teach you how to play football, which you fail. Badly… BUT he still loves you nevertheless.

content warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, present to past flashbacks pairing(s): itoshi sae x reader word count: 1600+ A/N: idek

PRESENT.

“I don’t get it! Why the hell are there so many rules to a game that's whole premise is just ‘kick ball in goal, win.’” you say defeated.

Sae knew that this wasn’t going to turn out very well, but after your constant pestering for about 4 minutes, he gave in. 

The result?

Pouty you lying on the turf of the empty indoor pitch after about… maybe 20 minutes? After sliding away every single time he tried to pass the ball to you, you seem to have given up. 

“What if I get hit by the ball or something?” you said before.

“Then move on?” he says questioningly.

You did NOT take that well.

With a great big sigh, Sae makes his way to sit near your body and look at your exasperated face. He brushes away the loose strands of hair in front of your face. His eyes trace yours, “mesmerized and in love” the public would describe. 

Well. Sae is not denying any of those allegations.

“It’s fine,” Sae insisted “You're not planning to be a pro football player any time soon anyways.”

“See but if I was anyone else would you be saying that?” you questioned.

“No.” 

“Hmph! See! It isn’t really fine.”

“You’re you and everyone else is lukewarm and boring. Why does it matter that I treat them differently?” He squints at you.

Your mouth is left agape at his response. 

Sae’s lips turned upturned at the sight. You reply with a big grin on your face. It’s always a treat to see your handsome lover’s smile you always say to him.

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PAST.

Meeting a girl being chased by a seagull was not on his agenda this summer.

Sandwich in hand you rain around the empty sandy beach being chased by one, no wait two, hold on now three?! To simplify it you were being chased by seagulls, many, many seagulls.

Sae watches you with curious eyes, head swaying left and right following you as you try to protect your oh-so-precious sandwich in hand. Finally, after much anticipation, you throw the sandwich at one of the seagulls in despair, but he could tell that you were out of breath. Your hands on your knees heaving after much running from the evil sea birds, you whip your head toward the pinkish-maroon head man. 

Sae not being too far away makes out the words falling from your pretty lips:

“YOU! WHY’D YOU JUST STAND THERE?” You point at him accusingly.

Running up the stairs and… pushing him down to the ground?

“Ah. Oops. I didn’t actually mean it-”

And that’s where your sudden story of love began. After the apologies and bickering you forced him to buy you new food as an apology. Sae looks at you with an eyebrow raised, hands in pockets. 

“I’ve seen a lot of fans trying to ask me out, but I’ve never seen someone as stalkery and insane as you.” He says as if it’s a fact. 

“You were literally watching me for the past ten minutes,” you reply blankly.

Seems like Sae can’t argue with that.

He finds out on your little rendezvous that you're here in Spain for vacation and you aren’t a stalker fan. Though Sae questions if that’s true ever so often. Your intentions are clear though, after this, you want nothing to do with him.

Which… is new...

So in your next days in Spain, somehow fate has linked you two together in some of the coincidental places Every. Single. Day. Much to your avail. 

Sometimes it’s bumping into him again on a random alleyway. Others it’s you getting scammed in a tourist trap and Sae is just “too annoyed” to see a tourist get their money taken away.

Except, every practice he goes to now he wonders if he’ll see you again today. His mind used to be filled with only one thing and that was football, but somehow you’ve wiggled your way into his mind.

Maybe even his heart.

His stone-cold expression to you is just a challenge to break the ice even more and you find yourself growing warmer to the emerald-eye man. 

Your odd compliments and your unique character stir something inside of him. He continues to tell himself that this is only temporary and he’ll forget about you after you leave.

Even though.

Even though, he doesn’t want you to leave.

His brain is now filled with more of you than football. He thinks about what he can do to make you smile, to laugh. He thinks about what gifts you’d like next and if you’d like churros more or xuixos.

You ask him questions past his athlete life and ask him about things he likes to do. Unfortunately, he has no reply. He’s known nothing more than football all his life. 

So you open him to the world of, well, everything else. You force him to go on walks with you and visit random tourist places that Sae’s gone to millions of times, but every time with you seems brighter than the last. You teach him about your hobbies and other places you visited. You talk about your home country to him and reminisce about the times in high school. This summer is different, more you.

Time passes by and you two grow closer. Even his teammates see the subtle differences. They look shocked to see that Sae is doing something outside of practice.

At some point, the spontaneous meetings aren’t enough and at one of your meetings, you take his phone and add your number to him with a cute little selfie of you. You always remind him how much of a dry texter he is, but he always replies instantaneously even to your random texts at 3 am.

You’re “bearable,” he says. 

Bearable enough to have you as the only person who can bypass Sae’s Do Not Disturb.

Time slows when he’s with you, always experiencing new things with you.

Time doesn’t stop completely though.

At some point, you have to leave. It’s only summer after all.

And that fact leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

You, however, don’t seem a bit worried. Sae frowns at the fact.

Until one day before your departure, he asks.

“Why don’t you seem fazed?”

“Hmm?” you say while stuffing all sorts of pastries in your face.

“About leaving I mean,” he says in a hushed tone.

“It’s not like this is goodbye though. We’re still gonna talk duh.” You say as if it’s a matter of fact.

Sae’s taken aback at your reply. He’s used to your random replies but this one seems so.. genuine. You don’t plan to leave this behind, your memories behind.

You don’t plan to leave him behind.

The day your plane departs is probably one of Sae disliked days. You wave at him but don’t say goodbye, instead it's a “See you Later!”

And you leave.

He wonders if you’ll text back if you’ll really keep your promise of staying in touch.

And you do.

You call him when your plane arrives back in your country. You tell him how bad the legroom was and everything else. He’s happy to hear your voice.

So after some weeks of constant calls, texts, and memes, you ask the dreaded question.

“So.. uh.. What are we?” you laugh nervously.

Sae is lying in his bed, it's currently 11 pm, very much past the time he should be asleep by now. 

“Saeeee…??” you drag out.

He furrows his brows, taking in the question. What are you two?

“What do you want to be?” He internally slaps himself at the reply.

“That’s so ominous.” You joke.

“I mean, I don’t know. Does the famous athlete Itoshi Sae have a secret girlfriend on the side right now?” you ask.

“No. Unless…” He trails off.

“Unless??”

“Unless you want to be mine.” He declares.

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PRESENT.

Sae smiles fondly at the memories. He blanked out out of pure embarrassment, but he recalls your reply being something like “Well you better ask me properly!” He remembers looking for flights for you to come back to Spain. And when you do things become official. You stay at his place because it’s “cheaper”, but you both know that it’s just an excuse. You spend time any time you can. He still clearly remembers the day when you called his penthouse your home. 

He knows he’s not very good at a lot of things out of football, but he knows he’s good at loving you. After a couple of years, he made you his wife. The one he’ll always come home to after a game or practice.

“Whatchu’ smiling about huh?” You beam.

He rolls his eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!”

“I didn’t roll anything. You should be practicing rolling the ball around right now.” he says dryly.

“You’re so unfunny Sae.” You drag his arm down and topple on him.

“No more football!” You state loudly.

“No more football,” he repeats.

Sae never thought he’d be saying that line ever in his life. He never even thought of marrying anyone.

But sometimes fate can surprise us.

So while football was a bust for you it was still a good time spent in Sae’s egoist mind. Any time with you is a good time in all honesty.

You may not be the best at football, but that’s okay. He doesn’t need another football lover he just needs you to love him

And with this in mind,

Sae is good at football sure, but he’s pretty sure he’s better at loving you over anything else.