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"If I hear Hakuna Matata one more, I swear..." Being a father also meant spending time with his child and doing whatever she wanted, even if that included watching The Lion King for the 10th time this week. And there she was, Itoshi Sae's pride cuddled beside him under the soft blanket as she hugged her Simba plushie.
"It means no worries for the rest of your days!" she sang along with the young lion cub on the screen, swaying side to side with a bright, toothy grin. But when she glanced up at her father, she saw no such enthusiasm. "Daddy, why aren't you singing with me?" He knows this expression very well, this specific manipulation through the eyes and the sad smile, making everyone feel guilty for doing what she wantsâshe got that from you.
Sae sighed, annoyed and on the verge of his limits for tonight when he started at his daughter and then back at the TV screen, regretting all his life choices. "It's our problem-free philosophy..."
"HAKUNA MATATA!" she screamed jumping from the couch to the wooden coffee table holding her plushie high up, twirling in her dress as she danced to the rhythm of the song. Sometimes he wonders if she has his DNA because she has the same personality as her mother. Even though she was a carbon copy of him with the same hair and eye color, and the six lower eyelashes... Well, she was yours as much as she was his.
You come back from doing the laundry to find your husband and daughter having fun together. Sheâs giggling as he picks her up from the table and into his arms, saying, âItâs time to go to bed, little lion because the lion should sleep tonight in the quiet jungle.â You canât help but laugh softlyâoh, the lines from the movie have clearly gotten to him already. But then, he stops mid-step when he notices you standing there, a gentle smile on your face, filled with love at the sight of your little family.
Your daughter, however, is quick to wiggle in his arms, demanding, âI want Mama!â Sae lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes before handing her over to you. The moment sheâs in your embrace, the four-year-old menace transforms, instantly calming down. It doesnât take long before sheâs snuggled up against you, eyes fluttering closed, falling asleep in the comfort of her momâs hug.
Together, you and Sae carry her to her bed, kissing her forehead and tucking her in. She clings tightly to her beloved Simba plushie, a tiny smile on her face as she drifts deeper into sleep. With a final glance at your sleeping daughter, the two of you step back into the living room, collapsing onto the couch.
The Lion King is paused on the TV, but neither of you moves to unpause it just yet. Youâre too wrapped up in each other, cuddling close as Sae starts talking about how much your daughter loves the movie. âItâs all she talks about,â he says sounding tired when his hand brushes against yours and you smile, resting your head on his shoulder. âYou should enjoy it,â you say softly. âShe wonât be a little kid forever.â
His arms tighten around you at your words, and you sit there cherishing the quiet moment together when he starts humming something, a familiar melody that is definitely not from the movie. Yeah, you can definitely feel the love tonight.
Š2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.
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ŕ¨âĄŕ§ Don't lie to me
Sae Itoshi x reader, fluff
Romance trope mini series - Rivals to lovers
Sae doesn't seem to appreciate your uptight attitude and habit of avoiding him during BM and Re Al's friendly match. So, of course, he takes matters into his own hands... 0.9k wc
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Being Bastard MĂźnchenâs PR manager isnât an easy job: the hot-headed football players, the fangirlsâitâs all chaos. Of course, the boys do their best to make work easy for you, but even they have their limits. Especially today.
The meeting hall buzzes with restless energy, the crowd of fans and journalists packed too tightly into the space. Your job as Bastard MĂźnchenâs PR manager is to keep this chaotic event organised, but with Re Al Madridâs under-20s in attendance, it feels more like refereeing a rivalry than hosting a professional PR event.
Your gaze flits across the room, settling on Sae Itoshi, Re Al Madridâs superstar midfielder. He stands slightly apart from his team, arms crossed and expression as unreadable as ever. Sae doesnât waste time with the crowd or the media. No forced smiles, no effort to charm anyone. Just a detached, almost clinical focus, as though the event is beneath him.
You canât stand him. Frankly, youâd call him bratty and ignorant if you could. He has a type of arrogance that feels dismissive of everyone around him. And being a member of the New Gen XI only makes it worse. Itâs as though heâs been put on a pedestal, and he seems content right where he is, looking down on the rest of the football world.
âNeed a second to calm down?�� Nessâs soft voice interrupts your train of thought. Heâs at your side, his usual amused smile tainted with a bit of worry as he follows your gaze to Sae.
âAhh, Ness.â Your consciousness quickly jolting back to the meeting room, your gaze softening ever so slightly. âIâm calm,â you reply sharply, adjusting your outfit, making sure youâre the epitome of professionalism once the event starts. âI just hate how full of himself he is.â
Ness shrugs. âHeâs good enough to back it up.â
You swallow back the retort in your throat as the event finally kicks off. The Q&A session goes smoothly enoughâuntil Sae speaks, of course.
When the mic is handed to him, he doesnât play to the crowd, nor does he deflect any uncomfortable questions. His responses are blunt and to the point, what you would expect from him. So when a fan asks about his feelings toward Bastard MĂźnchen, his response is as cutting as it is dispassionate: âTheyâre fine. Good players. Not the best.â
You glare at him from the front row, your professionalism threatening to crack next to your manager's. He meets your gaze, his teal eyes sharp and unwavering, but his expression gives nothing away. He doesnât care what you think, nor does he need to.
As the Q&A wraps up and the players prepare for the friendly match, you focus on keeping everything running smoothly. Taking multiple photos and videos here and there for social media.
On the field, Sae is everything you would expect from a New Gen XI member. He doesnât waste movements, doesnât bother with flashy playsâeverything he does serves a purpose.
Itâs not until after the match that you have the chance to reunite with your players. âNot bad, huh?â Ness says, sidling up to you again as he finishes his water bottle, clearly exhausted from what was supposed to be a âfriendlyâ match.
You cross your arms. âHeâs good. Doesnât mean heâs not insufferable.â
Ness chuckles. âI think thatâs just him being honest.â
You donât have a response for that. Saeâs honesty isnât what irks you; itâs the lack of warmth behind it. Heâs not arrogant in the traditional sense; heâs simply detached, too detached. As though none of thisâincluding youâreally matters.
When the day finally comes to an end, youâre gathering your things when Sae approaches. You fail to notice him until heâs standing directly in front of you, inches apart. His imposing presence catching you off guard.
âYou donât like me.â Itâs not a question; itâs a statement, delivered in his usual blunt tone.
You blink, startled. The audacity of this man. âExcuse me?â
âYouâve been glaring at me all day,â he continues, his teal eyes boring into yours. âIf you have something to say, say it.â
He raises an eyebrow, cutting off your denial. âDonât lie. Itâs a waste of time.â
Youâre too stunned to respond. What the fuck? Your carefully constructed professionalism crumbling under the weight of his unflinching gaze and a couple of words. Sae doesnât wait for you to recover.
âI donât care if you like me,â he says, his voice holding zero emotion to it. âBut if you want to keep up, youâll need to be honest with yourself.â
And just like that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, mouth agape and clearly at a loss for words. Youâre not sure what just happened, but one thing is clear: Sae Itoshi isnât someone you can ignore, no matter how much you want to.
And he doesnât plan on letting you either. Itâs only once youâve made it back to the safety of your apartment that you open your bag to find a neatly folded piece of paper.
Youâre too easy to read. If you have something to say, donât hold back.
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â nobodyâs business.
feat. itoshi sae. a little sensual. 700+ wc. self indulgent :> publicizing your relationship with japanâs star player.
itoshi sae is holding onto your hand, a little more firmly than ever before. teal eyes out ahead on the field in front of you both searching for something you canât name. you follow his gazeâ itâs on the bleachers first, then hastily eyeing every player on the pitch. itâs on the spectators one second, then itâs on the cameras panning and zooming in from every direction.
sae grimaces when one such camera directs at the two of you, pulling you behind and away from the prying eyes of the media eager to catch just a glimpse of japanâs prized player and his partner who he keeps oh so hidden from the world.
heâs never denied being in a relationship. never tried to refute dating allegations with a non-celebrity, never once fazed to address the blurred pictures of him making out with someone in his car, never tried to hide the bruises on his neck that catch the eye of every fan leaving nobody wondering what it really is. he knows what theyâll do once they really know who you areâ the paparazzi wouldnât fucking leave you alone, following you everywhere. magazines would be willing to kill to get just one word from you and twist it to their likings. saeâs discreet with his words though, never gives them something to work with.
it was not until you addressed it to him yourself. just another article surfacing all around social media. something that had left a bitter taste on your tongue. â itoshi sae and his supposed girlfriend ! â â itâs a picture of sae with a model you donât know the name of, attending an event you werenât invited to. he looks clearly unimpressed. but it helps little when every single comment under the article is how of well the two look together.
how well itoshi sae looks with someone whoâs not you.
âyouâve already denied the rumours, so then why...â youâd said, avoiding his gaze for reasons you canât pinpoint. âthey always make up shit to write when their lukewarm ass doesnât have real shit to sell.â heâd answered, âdonât think much about it. theyâll forget about it soon.â
when you didnât say anything back, sae had known what he was to do. heâd known what it was you were asking of him with your silence. and for you, he was more than willing.
heâs sure a few cameras wouldâve captured him with you by now, your face clear and beautiful for everyone to see and engrave on their papers and headlines. theyâll adorn you with pretty words and pretty adjectives, and heâll have to share you with the eyes of the world now. something about it leaves a bitter flavor on his tongue, so he kisses you instead to taste the sweetness of your lips.
âdonât take your eyes off me,â he rasps between the kisses, one hand coming to cradle your jaw while the other hooks around your waist. âlook at only me.â
âonly you.â you say and sae breathes you in. he leans down closer, lips moving against yours more desperately than ever. heâs pleased with your answer. phantom touches of his hands slithering under your shirt and tracing the skin of your abdomen.
you forget about the match about to start in a mere minutes, about the cameras still desperate to get one glimpse of this very scene, and if you do remember that his teammates would march out any second nowâ sae makes you forget about everyone else when he tugs on your bottom lip lightly, âafraid? â he challenges you with a long, languid glide of his tongue, âof what? Iâm the only thing on your mind. â
later when the game ends with the final pass from sae leading to a goal, the camera pans to you sitting in the vip section and cheering for sae and his team. another pans to sae when he notices you on the screen. sae ignores the roars of the crowd, ignores his teammates gathering around him, screaming for their win. he looks at you, waiting intently. you know what heâs asking of you â did you watch? he shifts forward ever so slightly â was i good?
youâre smiling as you mouth a clear Iâm so proud of you â and only then does sae feels like heâs won.
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to be loved is to be seen.
the little things that the blue lock men do for you as their way of saying, "i love you." featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, oliver aiku đđ content: fluff
note. spreading down bad bllk men agenda 𫦠finals is this week, so that means i will not be able to write at all for 3-4 days, so i just wanted to pop this out rlly quickly (event fics will be written as soon as i wrap up this sem, PROMISE)
itoshi rin picks out the things you don't like in your food.
not that heâd ever admit it out loud, but rin has a folder in his notes app about youâ things you like, things you dislike, and every little thing youâve mentioned to him in passing. he wants to know every little detail about you, to write it down and memorize it until the knowledge becomes stuck in the back of his head. to the point that it becomes like common sense to him (if there were ever a pop quiz on facts about you, he would pass with flying colors.) at the end of every date, or every time he hangs out with you, heâll update his notes with another little thing heâd learned. you will never catch him admitting it out loud, but it definitely shows in how he treats you.
there is one thing heâd memorized about you, by now, though. itâs written in bold, italicized, and underlined in his notes: you hate mushrooms.Â
rin catches himself looking at the ingredients of certain meals whenever the two of you would eat at a new restaurant, or order food from an unfamiliar place. itâs not that heâs necessarily a picky eater because, frankly, he really doesnât care. but he wants you to enjoy it, he wants you to be able to eat without stressing about having to pick it out. his eyes are always scanning through the print, actively checking if mushrooms are one of the ingredients listed.Â
but, there are times when the ingredients arenât listed, and there are times when you end up ordering something with mushrooms in it.Â
he may be dense in certain aspects, but itâs hard for him to miss the disappointed look on your face. the way your expression falls ever so slightly, and your smile falters for half a second. before you could dig in, before you could even put yourself through five minutes of digging through the foodâ heâs swiftly grabbing it from you.Â
truthfully, he does it without thinking. heâs acting on his thoughts before he could even process what heâs doing. rin tries to fight the blush that threatens to form on his cheeks, the way the heat crawls up his neck and to his face at the realization of what heâd done, and he fails. but heâs committed to the act now, and heâs not going to give it back to you until heâs done what he needed to do.
he tries to ignore the somewhat perplexed look on your face, and the way you watch him closely as his fingers make quick work of moving the mushrooms from your plate to his. (he tries to sneak in some of your favorite food from his plate to yours, but heâs not slick, and you definitely notice.)
âhere,â he says, pushing the plate closer to you after a few minutes. âyou can eat it now.â
he sees you glance at the plate, and then back up at himâ he looks away as you beam at him with a grateful smile, trying to ignore his ever-increasing heart rate.Â
itoshi sae remembers the small details about your routine.
it is almost guaranteed that sae will wake up before you do. his alarm is set to go off at the crack of dawn, right as the sun starts to peek through the horizon, and he's starting his day while you're still in deep sleep. thereâs a set routine that he follows, to a tee: wake up (and then contemplate staying in bed, just to cuddle with you a little longer), stretch, do morning yoga, and then go on a jog. itâs something heâd been doing for years, and he has never gone out of his way to add anything new to his routineâ that is, until one morning.Â
at first, it started with a random thought. as he was getting ready to leave the house, to go for his morning jog, he had unsystematically decided to set out your favorite mug and go-to morning snack.Â
sae didnât think it would be that significant to you, and he, initially, had no plans of doing it again. he simply had extra time to spare, and he knew that making your morning drink was always the first part to your routine, so he decided to get the first step out of the way for you.
truly, he wasnât planning to make a habit out of this. but then, you told him, âthat was a sweet way to start off my morning,â with that sleepy, morning smile of yours. he tries to not pay attention to the way his heart softens at the sight, and the realization that that had made him happy. yet now, he does it every time.
from then on, his alarm was always set to go off two minutes earlier. itâs rewarding, in his opinion, to come home to youâ sitting at the dining table, messy hair and still in your pajamas, eyes half-lidded from sleep, with a smile on your face as you take a sip from the mug. and then you greet him with a thank you and a kiss, without fail, even when he tries to lightly guide you away because heâs sweaty.
it never works, because he folds the second you tell him, âgâmorning. i missed you.â and he finds himself adding another part to his schedule.Â
before saeâs even aware of it, much of his daily habits had been molded to fit with yours.Â
on days where heâs far from home, in another country, he finds that his morning just never feels right without you. it feels weird not having to set out your favorite mug, and it feels even weirder not having you there to smother him in kisses. his routine had always determined his mood, and without you, heâs extra sour.Â
âi miss you,â he ends up texting you. (that, too, becomes part of his routine when heâs far from you.)
michael kaiser has all your subtle behaviors memorized.
if kaiser were to be asked to name one annoying habit of yours, it would be the fact that you, sometimes, say things that contradict how you truly feel. he calls you pesky, he tells you that heâll take your word for it and not read too deeply into whatever youâre sayingâ but, in a way, heâs contradicting himself too by saying that. heâll always read into it; heâll always analyze you, gaze narrowed, and watching for every subtle sign in your body language. he knows you, all too well.Â
but thereâs one thing you always say, one contradictory statement that you always make, that heâd memorized at this point. âitâs okay, iâm not cold,â even when you visibly are.
it irks him to no end. he doesnât understand why you would say that even when there are goosebumps scattered all over your skin, when you have your arms wrapped around yourself, and youâre visibly trembling. he can practically see the bones under your skin, rattling, making some comical, cartoony noise in his head. you know that he can see you, and yet, you still lie to him.
and, at times, he does this on purposeâ he puts the air conditioning in the car on full blast, all vents pointed at you, just to see how far youâre willing to go. and every time, itâs always the same, with the same answer.
kaiser isnât completely cruel, however. heâs tucked one of his spare hoodies (your favorite, actually) into the backseat, existing purely for your use. first, heâll scoff at you, roll his eyes, and let you suffer for a few more minutes. but eventually, the guilt will catch up to him, and heâll constantly be glancing at you through his periphery, shaking and looking absolutely miserable in your seat.
heâll think to himself for a second, as if contemplating whether heâll actually help you out (he always does, he does not want you to actually suffer). and then, heâll internally sigh, before speaking up. âstupid,â he mutters under his breath. âi have a spare hoodie in the back, take it.â
itâs almost laughable, the way you quickly turn your body around to reach for the backseat, visibly seeking warmth. he sees the look of pure joy in your eyes when you realize that itâs your favorite, and he smiles to himself.
âyouâre the best,â you always tell him, as you pull the fabric over your head, and he's content.Â
he doesnât say anything, he doesnât reprimand youâ he lets you do this, every single time.
oliver aiku is always willing to listen to you ramble.
it doesnât matter if aikuâs had an exceptionally long day, it doesnât matter if he feels as if heâs on the verge of succumbing to sleepâ he will always make time for you. he will never pass up a chance to call you, to listen to you talk about whatever you want, whenever you want. you could talk for hours, going on and on about something that he doesnât quite understand, and not a single complaint will slip past his lips. then again, he thinks to himself, why would he complain? hearing your voice is the best part of any day, good or bad. and every night, he finds himself waiting by his phone, waiting for your contact to appear on his screen.
he finds no shame at the speed in which he accepts your call, which is immediately, nor does he try to mask the anticipation in his voice.
and if he were to look into a mirror at that exact moment, he would also see the lovesick smile that had started to tug on the corners of his lips. you canât see him, but heâs sure you can hear it in his voice. the way it softens, the way it loses its rough edges and lightens up ever so slightly, when he greets you. you probably know heâs grinning from ear-to-ear. (he doesnât think he is, but when it comes to you, heâs completely transparent.)
it doesnât take long before youâre divulging into another one of your endless tangents. but aikuâs attention remains undivided, only for you. he sits on the other side of the phone, silently, only responding when you want him to. it doesnât matter if his own thoughts are clouded with exhaustion, his mind racing with the weight of the dayâwhen you call, everything else fades into nothingness.
âdid you know that venus is an evening star for 263 days out of the year?â he can hear the excitement in your voice, he can practically see the sparkle in your eyes, even without seeing you. itâs been three hours, and heâs sure that he shouldâve been in bed one hour ago. but youâre still as energetic as ever, so he fights the way his body craves for sleep. he locks his jaw, and bites back a yawn, and listens. âand then, the fact that it disappears from the sky for 50 days, before returning as a morning star?â
thereâs silence on your end, and aiku takes that as his cue to talk. âno,â he responds, and thereâs an amused lilt in his tone. âi didnât, actually. you should tell me more.â and you do.Â
one look at the clock to his side tells him that, at this point, he wonât be getting enough sleep. heâs sure heâs going to be exhausted when he wakes up in the morningâ though, he doesnât really care, and heâs sure he wonât regret it. heâll let you ramble about the stars for as long as you want, even when the stars themselves start to fade into the morning sky.Â
Š rindreamery, 2024
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ᯠᰠCRAZY GOOD .á â itoshi sae
hold up, netizens. youâre in for a treat this time because guess what? out of all people, itâs time for itoshi sae to hard launch his girlfriend: you.
itoshi sae x female reader. content tags pro-player!sae, established relationship, profanity, kissing, kind of a tease here, he likes showing you off, oliver is the matchmaker. word count 1.5k
ᯠnotes .á hi guys i finally have some sae content for you all !!! >:) yes iâve missed him , and no i didnât abandon him :â) heh i hope all my sae lovers that are still here will like this mwah <3
there are many things that itoshi sae is good at.
soccer skills, one of them. snubbing people, the second. (thatâs how he got the reputation of being rudeâeven if itâs not really true!) and three, not last and not least (but still substantially), itâs causing a buzz.
he caused a buzz the moment he debuted on the soccer field. his first game and he already made a name for himself. people started asking where heâd been his whole life (even if he was introduced to the people very early on), equating him to soccer megastars like cristiano ronaldo.
ever since that day, heâd been caught in the spotlight numerous times. mostly related to soccer, but some due to his personal life. more specifically, the media loves to take a guess on who heâs dating.
yeah, heâs had more than his fair share of dating rumours. if it were up to the media, sae would have had about thirty-four girlfriends by now and heâs only twenty-six this year. (go fish!)
but as many people do, almost everyone who consumes media content about sae is particularly interested in one thing that is shrouded in mystery: his dating life.
because despite all the rumours and whatnot, thereâs never been any confirmation of any relationships at all. and no one in his circle has ever coughed anything up, so anything in that regard has been strictly hush-hush.
well, until tonight, when your boyfriend of six months invited you to one of his teammatesâ high-profile birthday party.
âwhat, are you nervous?â
your boyfriendâs ever unbothered tone is still the same as when you first heard it a year ago. somehow you find it funny that one year later youâre living with the same guy youâd first found to be somewhat intolerable.
sighing, you try and zip up the back of your dress, looking into the mirror, making sure you have your best face on. âsae, you have fans that number in the millions, of course iâm nervous,â you comment, watching from the reflection in the mirror as sae saunters over to you, taking his hands out of his pocket.
he smirks at you through the mirror, his body pressed against you as he helps you zip your dress the rest of the way up, his lips right next to your ear. âiâve never even seen you this nervous in front of me,â he says, poking a little fun at you as he gives you a light kiss on your temple.
a soft chuckle comes from him as you deadpan, obviously in much more distress than heâll ever know. not that heâll blame you; heâs used to the fame, youâre not. ârelax, theyâll love you.â
âsae, they wonât.â
he shrugs. âyeah, youâre probably right,â he agrees, earning a small slap on the armâand heâs laughing again, though this time he tilts your chin up and gives you a long, slow kiss. the kind that takes your breath away everytime he does it. âbut who cares? i love you.â
and there he goes, saying that as if itâs no big deal. making your heart beat so quickly itâs not funny. and before you know it, heâs whisking you away into the lobby where a personal towncar is ready and waiting, with the chauffeur and everything.
âgeez, oliver sure loves to go over the top, huh?â
sae gives a sharp exhale at your comment. âhey, thatâs your friend right there.â
you roll your eyes, getting in first and sticking your tongue out at him. âand you should be thanking him, without him weâd never have met.â
you look away from him right after saying that so you donât see it, but saeâs smiling to himself, already thanking his lucky stars.
he thinks meeting you and getting to love you is the luckiest heâll ever get in this lifetime.
by the time youâve arrived at the venueâa hotel in the heart of the cityâswarms of paparazzi already litter the streets outside. theyâve no doubt had their fill of the other soccer players and mega celebrities that have already arrived and are now ready for the real star of the night (aside from the birthday boy himself): itoshi sae.
of course, everyoneâs expecting to see sae all by himself because thatâs what usually happens; sae attending any and every event alone and unbothered by the scene. itâs never a surprise anymore, but saeâs a good payday and theyâd never miss a single shot.
the moment sae exits the car, it sounds like thereâs a million shutters pressed all at the same time, give or take a few milliseconds. (itâs nothing youâre used to.) he stands right where he got out for a few seconds, and even inside you can hear the amount of photographers just begging sae to look straight at them.
and if you think thatâs rowdy enough, oh boy youâre in for a treat. because the moment the paparazzi realise that saeâs not, in fact, headed for the hotel just yet, you can hear just a few confused noises before it turns into even more pleading the moment they realise heâs opening your side of the door.
when he opens it and holds his hand out for you, that ever handsome smile on his face (which you forget that he only ever shows to you), you feel like youâre nearly blinded by all the flashes. you brave through it though, taking his hand and getting out of the town car, being greeted by the mass of photographers yelling out to you and sae.
âsae, who is that!â
âhey, girl! look over here! yes right there!â
âwhatâs your relationship?â
âobviously thatâs his girlfriend! hey you!â
youâre a little wide-eyed, stunned at how chaotic this scene is. itâs easy to lose yourself in it, but as it always is, sae realises it whenever you are, and heâs quick to pull you back in.
in this case, he pulls you into his arms, a hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he rests his forehead against yours.
âhey, focus on me, just me,â he whispers to you, eyes looking into yours, eyelashes fluttering against one anotherâs.
(the paparazzi are having a field day.)
âyouâre enjoying this, arenât you?â you ask him, chuckling because you only now realise what a fucking tease he is.
sae shrugs, pulling your hair away from your face. (heâs actually just really grateful to you for doing this for him when you donât need toâwhen youâre happy to just be able to support him behind the scenes but he really just wants the world to know that you exist, because itâs a blessing, really.) âmaybe i am.â
and this time your heartâs beating faster than you know it ever could, his teal blue eyes melting into your gaze, lips getting closer and closer to your own, his calloused hand on the back of your neck.
like clockwork, his lips sink into yours, his tongue snaking its way in. (and the crowd goes absolutely wild.) youâre both laughing at the panicked and hurried yells from the photographers, slowly pulling away from each other.
you reach your hand out to wipe your lipstick stain off his lips but he doesnât let you, winking at you and leaning in to whisper, âlet everyone know who i belong to.â
such a fucking tease.
not that youâre opposed, so you let him be, shaking your head and following him as he holds your hand and leads you in.
within the next hour, pictures of you and sae flood the internet. (notifications come flooding into your phone too.)
itoshi sae hard launches new relationship with mystery woman!
soccer world loses another bachelorâeverything we know about itoshi saeâs presumed girlfriend
most of them are pictures of your kiss, with a good chunk of it being his lipstick-stained lips.
as you scroll through some of the articles your friends texted to you, youâre probably never going to be used to it. youâre probably going to be anxious over everything you do in public now.
a slight panic bubbles up in your chest, but then sae comes over, pulling you backwards into his embrace, looking over your shoulder at your phone.
âthat quick, huh?â
and suddenly itâs like anxiety has never existed. because even if it may not seem like much, a year of knowing itoshi sae has made you feel safer than you ever did, knowing that heâs always there to catch you, to never make you feel alone.
you melt into his embrace, turning your head and giving him a kiss, your lipstick stain still on his lips.
âi fucking love you, itoshi sae.â
his eyes widen a little before they grow soft, arms pulling you even closer. âi love you too, stupid.â
(and while the two of you are getting all lovey-dovey at his party, oliverâs just slightlyâa lotâupset that sae upstaged him during his own birthday party.)
âi fucking hate the both of you,â oliver groans.
#bllk x reader#sae x reader#itoshi sae x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x you#bllk x y/n#itoshi sae#bllk imagines#bllk sae x reader#blue lock sae x reader#sae fluff#itoshi sae fluff#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#itoshi sae imagines#sae imagines#blue lock imagines#૪ aeriâs fics !
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youre my world!
in which they accidentally reveal your relationship to the public (and confirms it)
bllk boys x reader (reo, nagi, rin, sae,): fluff, crack, pro-athletes bllk boys, drabbles, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated!
reo mikage:
sometimes, contrary to what reo believes, heâs simply impulsive and childish in the face of love - excitedly posting a story of you and him at your favourite cafe, beaming at the way your hands merged with him so well - so well that he posted it to his main public account associated with both mikage corporation and his soccer career in manshine city where everyone witnessed it up for 12 hours before he wakes up to his PR calling him freaking out. to be honest, he thinks it shouldnât be such a big deal right? its not as if the media hasnât speculated over his relationship status for months now - from every little jewellery that fits perfectly onto his wrist, neck and fingers, from every visits to designer clothes store, to designer jewellery store, to designer shoe stores bringing out huge shopping bags that make his frame look petite in comparison, from every single photo he posts on his feed that they scruntised from the angle, to the place, to the clothes that seem to belong to a matching set somewhere somehow. its expected some thinks - heâs rich, heâs got a decent career, heâs charming both in looks and personality publicised in front of television for many to swoon over, thereâs no way he isnât taken just yet. but now, the focus that heâs so used to shifts to you, whoâs only half a face is revealed but has gathered just as much attention a selfies he posts on social media at the request of his managers. and perhaps he now feels it - the jealousy that runs green at his heart as if its always been there tugging at the red muscle, and suddenly all he wants to do is to keep you in his treasure chest of things only he can have, keep you caged in his warm embrace like after practice forever, keep you safe away from the public side of the world that heâs practically born to face. but right at the same time, he wishes nothing more than to parade you in front of the world that heâs sure he loathes secretly in his heart, to share with the world of hte blessing that the world has given him in the bitter and harsh world, to express his love in the way he knows how to.
he thinks it was fate that he accidentally posted it on the wrong account, and who is he to go against the universe that have led you to him in this lifetime. and so, he posts a photo dump of you and him right on his main account - filled with pictures gathered and kept by him in his phone in a folder, whether that be a picture of you eating that sugary-sweet treat that he can still taste from the kiss he shared with you right after that photo, picture of you with him right after his first ever win in his career beaming ear-to-ear hat he looks at like its his lucky charm till this day, picture of you and him wearing that matching chikawa pajama at his apartment studying late into the night together for your finals together. and next time the reporter asks him, he doesnât hesitate to profess his love of you to the world as though heâs waited his entire life to confess it out to the world.
nagi seishiro:
nagi seishiro is practically on the hunt list by paparazzis - infamously hard to capture on film not because of his bright white hair that seems to avoid flashes but rather that he rarely goes out of his apartment - and when he does, does the paparazzi goes crazy especially when he leaves his house on a blue moon, hands tangling with someone elseâs. to him, it was just another day - dragged by you to go to wherever you want for the day that you surely deserve after sleeping over at his place for the past few days cramming for your assignments and whatnot in a quiet environment that just so happens to be his room whilst he lazes around in his bed playing his game with his earphones on glancing at you unbeknownst to you. it was supposed to be just another lunch date just like any others youâve been with him, wearing whatever to go to your nearby cafe that practically recognises you and nagi and hides you at the corner booth where he first confessed to you out of pure impulse after seeing you chat excitedly about your interest with such passion he canât help but feel his heart skip multiple beats at once. and yet here you both are giggling at the edits and theories his fans have came up with in defence against a dating rumour as you two lie on his bed, body practically melted together, limbs tangled with his â whether that be deeming you as his little sister that hes strangely close to, to deeming the photo as a breach of privacy, to deeming the photo as straight up edited. he thinks its sort of funny, isnt it clear you two are clearly together romantically? with his hands wrapped around yours that fits just right like a puzzle piece fitting into one another. his eyes glancing at you as though youre his entire world, his smile that rarely appears on his face as he listens to another of your passionate chats.
and he supposes he must be a pretty passive or straight up bad partner when on his next win, a reporter asks about you in such a demeaning and insulting way that ticks his brain the wrong way. he thinks its too much of a bother to get fired up, he thinks its useless to get all upset and red in the face, he thinks its only fools that let their emotion overtake them â yet its against that comment that he suddenly stands up that surprises his members, the reporters around and even the crowd, his mouth leaning onto the microphone that for the first time speaks of something other than mediocre and uninterested responses but the same passionate tone that he thinks you must be rubbing off him, announcing your relationship with him with nothing but love and pride in his voice. and maybe, just maybe, he doesnât regret it and its no bother to defend you to the world - its you and him against the world anyways.
itoshi rin:
all of this started simply because of rinâs first win in the world cup - pulling at the promise ring attached to his necklace to kiss in celebration that went trending on social media. its not uncommon for football players to celebrate on field or have lucky charms - but for fans to see the logical and detached itoshi rin to indulge in such superstitious habits is unnerving, completely out of character of the cool and calm player that practically overwhelms the field completely. he doesnât think much of it, youre his lucky charm anyways - every game he makes sure to kiss that polaroid of you that he took of you badly with your new digicam that is slightly blurry and slightly way too bright but he kisses that beam of yours anyways, every game he makes sure to hear that voice message of you wishing him luck in that cheery tone that just makes him replay it over and over until time is up and he practically runs out to the field for the game, and every game he makes sure to dedicate each and every step. kick, turn all to you. he doesnât get why the reporters keep asking him the same old question - âare you dating someone?â the answer is obviously yes, but that doesnât mean he can say it - whether it be due to his PR manager, whether that be due to not wanting the media in his personal life, whether that be simply to protect you from the spotlight. its irritating, standing under that spotlight as questions gets thrown at him again and again - all he can think about is you on the stand still waiting for him probably getting cold from the harsh and ruthless wind that your sweater might not be able to keep you warm despite it all, all he can think is the congratulationary kiss you give him after each game that melts both yours and his lips together that makes his entire face go uncharacteristically bright red and his eyes go wide, all he can think about is you so close to running off mid interview again like hes a spoiled child throwing a tantrum as the media described it just to see you a little earlier and spend a little more time with you rather than these irrelevant people. really, not even the harsh critics by the media and fans that compares him to a clone of his brother that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, not even his PR managerâs scoldings and nagging can deter him from running away from all of these to you, and hell hes sure not even if the world ended right in front him right now would he hesitate before running with all hes ever known, even faster than he runs during these matches to get to you, to at least kiss you once last time before you two turn into mash like those zombie movies that perhaps have gotten a little too into his head.
and he ticks his tongue again at that same question. are you dating someone? he sees you from the corner of his eye, walking away from the venue likely going to his car to get some warmth at least, and he cant stand to see you walk alone and so it leaves before he realises. âyes.â one word before he runs as though heâs back right into another life-or-death situation on the field. runs as though that is his only way of salvation, runs as though hes chasing after world - you. and its with you he thinks that he loses that logical and cold persona that everyone forces on him - because with you, hes just itoshi rin, your boyfriend and not any of the names the media and the world wants to throw on him whether positive of negative.
itoshi sae:
every time he goes back to japan, he swears his luck goes all the way down - first time where he goes home and finds out that his middle school had closed down where he went there the morning after, second time where he realises the convenience store he goes to closed down for the very week he was staying, and third time where he finds a photograph of him buying a ring for you going viral online. and he finds out when he sees you giggling hunched over on the other side of the red. his right side feels awfully ice cold without your arms wrapping around his body drooling in your sleep that heâs much more used to. if anything, heâs more surprised that youre awake - he doesnât know what time it is, a stark contrast to him in spain thatâs practically like a robot to the way he automatically wakes up at six on the dot and automatically does his exercise routine on auto pilot - all he knows is that its certainly too early for you to be leaving his side to laugh at god knows what. its only in your apartment that he gets to act all grumpy as though heâs back to been thirteen sleeping over at your house where he spends the night completely awake at your tight embrace on him as though heâs your plushie thatâs now on the floor abandoned for his warmth and wakes up completely sleep-deprived thatâs remedied by your bright grin. he doesnât hesitate to turn a little to your side and snake his hands around your waist, his hands fitting right with your body, earning a flinch from you from his ice cold hands that contrasts with your warmth. its only then he realises his surprise has been completely spoiled - its not the only thing the media has pretty much put a dent in his life, constant comparison that drove a wedge deeper into him and his brother relationship, flip-flopping between praise and criticism of each and every of his gameplay on the field that makes him secretly doubt his own self that he doesnât wish to admit, and now spoiling a surprise he was excited thinking of spending the two of your life together for the rest of eternity. your laugh clears any of the black cloudy joke that hazes over his mind with negative thoughts of self doubt, of insecurities, of irrational fear in your eyes, you donât hesitate to hold him in your embrace, turning him back to his previous sleeping position - away from your phone, away from any distraction, away from the outside world. and he knows, he knows, even with that surprised spoiled, heâs sure you might just say yes to the diamond ring he still has kept in a dark red box right in his luggage tonight for a home-cooked dinner.
and he supposes he can give the media a glimpse of his life once in a while, playing the disappearance act for a few months as per usual before he posts a photo of you and him - draped in white cloth surrounded by white flowers with you and his friends and family at the side away from the camera, draped in jewelleries that heâs surprising not well-known to in the media thatâs picky about the picture-perfect facade of itoshi sae that they have long decided on, draped in each others tugging at each other with nothing but love between both of you. in this world, its you and him whether or not with the media included or not, but he canât help but to show you off to the world his angel can he?
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the smell of pancakes and coffee wafts through the air as you cook breakfast. the morning sun hitting all the right spots in your home makes you feel relaxed and comfortedâyour unconscious humming being the proof of that.Â
you fall into a state of peace and calm as you spoon pancake batter on the pan; its quiet sizzles distract you from all the stress youâve been collecting from the past week.
and because of your good mood, the fluffiest and most perfect pancakes come out as you flip them; little dances being performed by you to celebrate your small achievement.
your serenity, however, is short-lived by loud and heavy footsteps rushing down the stairs.
âwhat the fuck is this?â a rough voice, laced with sleep, soon interrupts your quiet morning.Â
so much for peace and quiet.Â
sighing, you turn the stove off as you prepare to face the magenta-haired parasite youâve been living with.
âoh me, oh my! looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of bed today. whatâs got your lashes in a twist anyway?â you say as you turn around to face your one and only itoshi sae, whoâs currently dressed in nothing but his boxers and a very noticeable scowl on his face.Â
typical.Â
âso? care to explain what this is?â his phone is suddenly shoved into your face in the midst of your daydreaming. you focus your eyes on the device, seeing an edit of a woman wearing saeâs jerseyâarctic monkeys playing in the background.
hm? whatâs this? another attention seeking who- wait.Â
you bring your face closer to the phone, making sure what youâre seeing is true.Â
holy shit is that me?!
âwhat the fuckâŚâ you cover your mouth in disbelief.Â
zoning in on the face in the edit, your suspicions are confirmed to be true, with the tags giving you that double confirmation youâre looking for.
âoh my god that is meâŚâ slowly raising your head to look at your boyfriend, expecting him to still have that stupid scowl on his face, only to be met with a look of pure disgust and hints of jealousy on his face.
âoi! why the fuck are you lookinâ at me like that?â you say offended by just looking at his face.
âoh please!â his dramatic ass says as he removes the phone from your face. âjust imagine having to see edits of your girlfriend on your fyp and people thirsting over her.â he says, closing and slamming his phone on the countertop. âeven having the audacity to say shit like âoooo sheâs so fuckinâ hotâ or âthe things iâd let her do to meâ oh and even asking stupid questions like âcan your boyfriend fight?â the man child says with a high-pitched mocking voice as he flails his arms around while rolling his eyes.
âlike what the fuck. i mean, donât get me wrong, hermosa. i know youâre hot as fuck but damn their comments are fuckinâ unnecessa-â
you cut his rant off by grabbing his cheeks and shutting him up with a kiss. you pull away moments after, laughing at his wide eyes and parted lips.
âdonât be so mad now, guapo. after all, it was your idea to invite me to the game.â you laugh, letting go of the man as you turn back to the stovetop.Â
âoh and also,â looking back once more to face sae whoâs now sporting a pout and furrowed eyebrows. âbefore acting all pissy, make sure to tone your voice down, yeah?â you snicker at his dumbfounded face. âcould hear you giggling all the way down here.â his face flushes, possibly putting chigiri hyomaâs hair to shame.
wish i couldâve taken a picture of it.Â
âshut up.â he says as he grabs his phone. âiâm breaking up with you.â grumbling, he proceeds to go back to your shared bedroom, stomping like a little child.
my dear sae. youâre so cute.
âyeah right. breakfast will be ready in a bit. also, you love me too much. pretty sure if you break up with me youâd waste your time re-watching my edits instead of playing soccer.â you say loudly, a teasing lilt to your voice.Â
âshut up!â you hear your boyfriend shout from upstairs.
laughing at his antics, you shout an âi love you!â to him, only to be met with silence.
you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. Â
and as you begin plating your food, you hear the same song faintly playing upstairs, and small, yet resounding giggles from your boyfriend.
heâs fuckinâ obsessed with me.Â
you chuckle at the thought, going back to preparing breakfast with a big smile on your face.
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BLUE LOCK REQ!! SOMETHING WITH SAE'S GF WEARING HIS JERSEYY?? THANKYOUU
âisnât that my jersey?â he remarks, face deadpans as he emphasizes the my in his tone. you stroll into the living room wearing your beloved boyfriendâs jersey; the fabric soft against your skin and the oversized fit adds a comfortable charm to your appearance
knowing exactly how heâll react, you pridefully boast him. âyep, the one and only itoshi saeâs jersey,â you confirm, flashing him a playful wink. âthought iâd borrow it for the day.â
âtck tck,â sae shakes his head, sneering at you. âalways stealing my clothes,â he mutters, standing up from the chair and walks straight to you. âgive it back,â trapping you in his cuddle while you giggle at his attempt to show his kind of affection.
âorr what? besides, itâs not stealing if youâre willing to share,â you counter, playfully trying to break free from his smothered trap, âget off âf me or iâm not giving this back, itoshi sae.â
sae chuckles softly, letting you free as reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. âitâs still my jersey,â he concedes, tugging your shirt like a lost kid, a smile hugging at the corners of his lips. âbut just remember, that jersey belongs to the best midfielder in the league.â
you roll your eyes playfully, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. âiâll keep that in mind,â you promise, enjoying the banter between you two. but as you attempt to retreat, sae catches hold of the fabric, tugging you gently back toward him.
âno, seriously, give it back,â he protests, his face back being expressionless. âi need that for practice tomorrow.â
leaning back slightly to avoid his grasp, you chuckle. âiâll give it back later,â you assure him, dancing out of his reach. âright now, itâs mine.â
sae narrows his eyes in seriousness, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âis that so?â he challenges, taking a step closer to you. âi guess iâll just have to take it back then.â
you squeal with laughter, darting away as he lunges playfully after you. the two of you chase each other around the room, the sound of your laughter filling the air. and as you finally collapse onto the couch together, breathless and giggling. only when you mouth i win, sae flops down beside you, his chest rising and falling with exertion.
âalright, you win. one day, just one day and iâm taking back whateverâs mine.â
âof course, you included, stupid.â
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tee you know what would he so funny and i keep thinking about? is if you were seen with one of the blue lock menâs friends or teammates, and then thereâs a picture on the news like ây/n cheating on ___?â đ idk i just giggle into my hand at the idea
⊠â§âË âŠăBLUE LOCK + RUMORS THAT YOUâRE DATING SOMEBODY ELSE
⊠â characters ⎠itoshi sae, mikage reo, shidou ryusei ⊠â contents ⎠fluff, gn! reader, established relationships, rather pouty and salty boys <3 ⊠â notes ⎠nauurr this is actually so cute so i decided to turn them into kind of short drabbles w a few boys <3
⊠â§âË âŠăITOSHI SAE.
sae stares at his screen and blinks. you fight back a grin as he rereads the title, trying not to let out a small giggle.
âitoshi sae bested by little brother in love,â he reads blankly, and you almost think he doesnât care if not for the way his hand clutches his phone a little tighter.
âsae, itâs not our fault, okay?â you chuckle, shuffling closer on the bed, wrapping yourself around him, âthe paparazzi just caught us off guard. you know how they twist things for the headlines.â he does knowâbut still, he eyes you from the side before scrolling along the article and staring at more pictures of you and rin walking out of the convenience store.
âyou went with rin? really?â he grumbles, eyeing a picture of you both laughing as you walk out the store. why is it so easy for rin to laugh at your jokes? more importantly, why is it so easy for you to laugh at his?
âwell technically you were supposed to go with me, but you were being grumpy,â you huff, looking at him with raised brows.
itâs rare for both the brothers to be at their old childhood home at the same time, they never really get vacations that overlap enough to visit their parents togetherâand itâs never really been a priority for either of them with such anâŚestranged relationship. but this yearâs a rare stroke of luck, and saeâs mother insists he brings you along with him for the âfull family effect.â
except he rarely leaves the room if not to go for his jog or the gymâand youâre tired of being cooped up indoors all day. so when he opts for staying in to rewatch a match when you practically beg him to go to the convenience store around the corner with you, and rin so graciously offers to walk with you to grab a few things himselfâhow could you decline?
âi wasnât being grumpy,â he says bitterly, âi was busy. itâs different.â
âwell, me and rin had a blast,â you tease, pointing at the pictures on his phone, âas you can see.â
âshut up,â he scowls, locking his phone and crossing his arms. itâs cute to see him like thisâslightly jealous and petulant as he tries to shrug it off like he doesnât care. you giggle, leaning to peck his cheek.
âso? how does it feel to have your brother steal the love of your life?â
âi donât know,â he rolls his eyes, âseems to me like you came crawling right back to me in the end.â
ânot taking it well, huh,â you say amusedâand finally, he wraps a loose arm around your figure as you sprawl yourself on his chest, leaning up to kiss his jaw. âyou know how you can win me back over? taking me to the store next time i ask.â
âoh trust me,â he says with a sour look on his face, making you snort as you poke his nose, âyouâre not walking past that door without me next time.â
⊠â§âË âŠăMIKAGE REO.
reo is distraught.
âlook at these comments,â he cries, shoving his phone in your face.
âreo,â you try to fight back a giggle, reaching over to ruffle his hair affectionately as you try to soothe his crisis, âitâll blow over, donât worry. me and nagi were just getting snacks.â
âyeah but theyâre completely trashing me,â he whines, eyes all but popping out of his sockets as he reads the comments on the twitter post, ââyou know youâre lame when even your money isnât enough to keep someone?â what does that even mean?â
âit means youâre losing your charm,â you tease, cackling when he throws you a soft glare from his spot on the couch. heâs scooches away from you, sitting on the opposite end as he holds up a hand.
âyou stay on your half,â he huffs, âi donât want to sit with a cheater.â
âi didnât cheat!â you snort, âwe went to get snacks for you tooââ
âyeah and you forgot them,â he glares.
âi said sorry!â
âwell, it doesnât help,â he pouts as he turns back to his phone, glaring at his screen as he reads the way some of the comments are now claiming you and nagi are a cute couple. it makes his brows furrow as a vein all but pops in his forehead, making you bite your lip so as not to laugh and hurt your boyfriendâs already painfully bruised ego.
âbaby, you know youâre the only guy for me,â you grin, shuffling over to his side of the couch, giggling as you cling to him while he tries to (gently) shove you off.
âi donât know,â he grumbles, âclearly iâm not since you havenât even defended me in these comments.â
âiâll make sure to tell them your money still has all the appeal,â you grin, earning a sharp look from him as you throw your head back and laugh. âiâm kidding.â
âyouâre not,â he mumbles, crossing his arms. he looks cute like thisâmakes your heart soar as you lean closer and cup his cheeks and press soft kisses along his face. and even as he tries to fight it, he canât help but smile a little and lean into your touch.
âiâll make sure to defend your honor in the comments,â you murmur, biting his cheek playfully. he turns, leans in for a peck to the lips as he sighs.
âyou better,â he mutters, âthese people are ruthless.â
⊠â§âË âŠăSHIDOU RYUSEI.
shidou is a nightmare if youâve ever met oneâmakes your life increasingly difficult because how dare someone write an article that hints that whatâs his could be anyone elseâs?
âwhat do you want for dinner?â you ask, sighing as he shrugs.
âoh, i donât know,â he grins condescendingly, âwhy donât you let your other boyfriend decide?â
âryuseiââ
âif i see him, heâs gonna be one with the concrete, iâll tell you that.â
âdonât even think about getting into trouble. thatâs your teammate,â you pinch your nose, trying to be the one and only voice of reason there evidently is, âwe just saw each other at the store and said hiââ
âwhy did he need to say hi?â he growls, crossing his arms as he stares at his screen again, eyeing the title of the article thatâs single handedly spoiled your afternoon with a moody boyfriend in your hands. âi should teach him a lessonââ
âyou should do no such thingââ
âyou know what? i donât even care,â he says suddenly, and thereâs too much of a wicked grin on his face for you to feel at ease about his sudden turn of mood.
âryusei.â your voice comes out as a warning, but he pays it mind.
âyeah, babe?â he says sweetly, scrolling through his phone and making your stomach churn as you walk over.
âwhat are youââ and then thereâs a buzz of your phone, cutting you off as you hesitantly glance at it in your hand, noticing the mention you have from him. âwhat did you do?â you narrow your eyes.
ânothing,â he shrugs, âjust cleared the air.â
and if you were unsettled before, youâre certainly concerned now because shidou ryusei taking matters into his own hands can only mean a headache for you and serious damage control for his team. you groan, rubbing your temple as you prepare yourself for the worst case scenario.
âwhat could you possiblyâare you kidding me, ryusei? are you out of your mind?â you stare at the picture heâs posted, one of him practically sucking your face off in the middle of god knows whereâwhen did he even get this picture? and who took it? but as quickly as the questions pop into your head, you decide just as fast that you donât even want to know.
âthatâll teach âem,â he grins darkly, and he has the audacity to look proud of himself, earning himself a harsh glare from you. he only snickers, grabs you by the wrist and tugs you onto his lap on the couch. âwanna recreate the picture?â he grins widely.
âno i want to delete the picture,â you grumble.
ânot an option,â he says smugly, and then his lips are on yoursâand even if heâs shaved ten years off your life, you think itâs at least a good thing that heâs back to his usual self.
i want to have a lil salty sae in my bed immediately.
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There Is A Place For You
"Saeee?"
It's supposed to be on for another three minutes, the face mask he's wearing â given how much he paid for it, he sure as fuck planned on getting his money's worth â but if the way you call out for him from the bedroom isn't enough to get him to peel the soaked sheet off his face in haste, he isn't sure what else would be. "Coming," he intones.
Four minutes earlier than planned, Sae steps out of the bathroom, his footsteps silent as he crosses over the threshold, the towel in his hand soaking up excess droplets of water forming puddles in his hair. Hanging it over his shoulders when he's finally done, his forehead puckers at the sight laid out in front of him.
You're huddled up in bed, blanket tucked underneath the dip of your chin, your arms spread over its surface â like melted butter over toasted bread.
He almost melts, too.
It's nothing out of the ordinary, seeing you like this. The only stroke out of place in this picture of normalcy is the fact that you're still awake; you've usually tilted to sleep by now.
(Despite valiant efforts to stay up to welcome him with open arms, with how demanding his schedule is â and how often it translates to him staying overtime to take showers in musk scented locker rooms â it's no more than an exercise in futility.)
"I got lonely," you confess
You pat down the area beside you in invitation â the space you reserve for him, despite how often vacancy occupies it in his stead. "Join me?" you say, your lips just out into a pout. The same one that never fails to get you what you want.
He rolls his eyes, slipping on a fresh shirt over his head â an action you respond to with a whiny protest â before reprimanding you on the importance of routine.
His, at least.
Still, he ends up lying next to you anyway, the final step of his skincare neglected, his shirt long abandoned on the floor, and your fingers tracing arbitrary shapes on his chest.
Wherever the fuck his towel went, he has no idea either.
You hum in content, pressed warm against his skin. He has half the mind to say something, but he's never been much of a talker, and the whirring of the ceiling fan above feels sufficient enough to inhabit the silence.
For you, not too much.
"Can I kiss you?" Your voice slices a clean cut right through it, reaching his heart as well.
He glances at you askance, raising an eyebrow. Inquisitive. Maybe a tad vexed. Flipping onto his side and propping up against an elbow, he looks almost betrayed. "That's a stupid question," he arraigns, the accusatory inflection in his tone unmistakable.
"There's no such thing as a stupid question," you say.
He scoffs.
"Coming from your mouth, there's always plenty."
You feign hurt like the liar you are, pressing a hand over your heart as if guarded. "So mean, Itoshi-san," you scold. "Watch your mouth before I throw you on the couch," you warn, inching away.
"Last name basis?" he teases with guile, closing the new distance you created. "You're going to be an Itoshi someday, too," he reminds, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.
The warmth of it sends a lick of heat creeping up your spine. You tell him to shut up, maintaining feigned annoyance for a good minute. Twenty seconds after that you're melting into him again, falling victim to his spell. He squeezes your thigh and you frown.
"You suck."
He laughs. "I know, baby."
"And you're mean."
This, he clicks his tongue at. His eyes crinkle at their corners and he lets out a noise of dissent. He wouldn't call himself the beau ideal of a lover, per se â then again, no one would â but for all his imperfections, his actions make up for the lack of honesty he can't seem to put into words.
"You're the mean one."
He doesn't struggle, dragging your weight to drape you across his chest. Your thighs cage the sides of his own in the blink of an eye and you can't help letting out a gasp at the suddenness of it all. This contact. Where you press against. Where he allows you to.
A millimeter of distance occupies the gap separating you and him; you still, unsure whether you can move, or even breathe.
He thinks it's cute, your hesitation. On the other hand, it can be annoying at times, how shy you are. How you always feel the need to hold back. To ask, when he's always been willing to give you anything. Anything. Even his last name.
It's offensive how you have yet to see it.
"Look at me," he says.
Wordless, you obey.
He cradles your head in his hands, swiping his fingers along the length of your jaw and reveling in the way you shudder at his touch.
"I told you last timeâ" he whispers. Still, it remains as sharp as a reminder, one he prays will stick "âyou don't need to ask."
It's delicate, this line he treads. He has always been one for taking, after all. Never giving. And often, he is wary just how much generosity he can offer before it turns into some sort of weakness. But when he kisses you and you reciprocate in kind, if not with more desire, he understands why Caesar surrendered himself into the hands of Cleopatra, understands why Antony devoted himself to that love, too.
Maybe it's a horrible analogy, and maybe he's got his facts wrong â he doesn't know much about history, doesn't care enough to, either â but if you can learn to take, and he can learn to give, maybe one day he can learn to be a suave romantic.
But for now, he's content with interrupted giggles and pleads to resurface for air.
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ŕŠâĄËłÂˇËâś â ITOSHI SAE x FEM READER
Sae might have rethought putting a ring on your finger if he knew husband duties included losing sleep to your overactive imagination.Â
wc â 500
tags â married auÂ
âCan you stop squirming?âÂ
Saeâs annoyed with you, but you canât help it. Youâre not normally afraid of the dark, but sometimes your mind plays tricks on you.Â
Around you, the night stretches on like a kitten, soft and velvet. Your eyes have long adjusted to the dark, but your room is poorly designed. Inky shadows collect in every corner, crated by awkwardly shaped shelves and random divots in the wall.Â
Like any normal, well-adjusted adult, you have no problem being in darkness. Just a few hours before, you ran a load of laundry without turning the lights on because you didnât feel like it. But as youâre trying to fall asleep, your idle mind grows restless.Â
It starts whispering the kinds of things that make you pull your feet away from the edge of the bed and shrink towards Saeâs comforting, warm body.Â
âIf you keep this up, Iâm going to get my own bedroom,â he tells you.Â
You both know itâs an empty threat. How could it not be when you wake up to his arms around you every morning?Â
Still, itâs not nice of him to say that, and you let him know.Â
âDonât be mean, Iâm scared!â Your grumbling is childish, but there are certain indulgences youâre allowed.Â
âYouâre too old for this,â he sighs, exasperated, but he lifts his arm so you can tuck in closer along his body.Â
Just then, you feel something brush along your leg. You barely stifle a shriek as you forcefully push your body into Saeâs. Itâs a hard collision that would knock the breath out of him if he wasnât a professional soccer player. As it is, he makes a sound of discomfort when your elbow bumps into him.Â
Up until now, youâve been facing outwards, keeping an eye out for anything that might roam in the dark. At this moment, you peek out from under your covers, turning to look at Sae.
His face is entirely unamused.Â
You try for a sweet smile, hoping heâll relent and forgive you as he usually does. To his credit, he only cracks after he forces you to endure a prolonged, awkward stare-off. Then he groans, pinches his nose, and bodily drags you closer so youâre all but on top of him.Â
Your head rests against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you, tucking you into the line of his body. Your legs tangle with his.Â
âThat better?â He says. âNothingâs going to get you while Iâm here.âÂ
âNow that you mention it,â you say jokingly, âyou are a big, strong football player.âÂ
A peek at his face reveals what you already suspected. Saeâs cool exterior is hard to crack, but heâs always weak to compliments from his wife. Heâs fighting a smile thatâs apparent anyway, or perhaps youâre just good at reading him.Â
âBut youâve trapped my legs,â you complain. âHow am I going to run away if anything happens?âÂ
âOh my god-â Sae shoves a hand over your mouth and muffles any further commentary. âGo to sleep.â
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Itoshi Sae rolled his eyes as he saw Michael Kaiser flirting and trying to be more touchy with youâtwirling a strand of your hair around his finger, holding eye contact just a bit longer than usual, leaning slightly towards when you speak, typing something on your phone.
âOh, so do you like centre-forwards?â heâd ask looking back at Sae, smirking, and the Japanese player was never more annoyed. Kaiser's gaze returned to you and as you opened your mouth to say something, someone else grabbed your hand, fingers interlaced with yours, leading you away from the cocky striker.
âSorry,â you said, looking over your shoulder at the blonde man with a teasing smile. âIâm more into midfielders.â
Kaiser's smirk faltered for the first time, clearly taken aback. He watched you blow him a playful kiss, stunned as he realized you'd been using him to get a reaction out of Sae this whole time. Clearly, he was not used to being played with like this or at all. This was a game he hadnât expected to lose, but itâs not game over yet.
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Sae Itoshi never strays from his morning routine.
From opening the window to his morning kombucha, itâs 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 heâs not surprised to find you still fast asleep, nestled gently in his arms.
He takes in your slumbering formâthe way your chest rises and falls softly, your hair messy, and your arm resting ever so lightly holding his own. Youâre perfect, he thinks to himself. His beautiful lover, lost in the land of dreams, all for his eyes to take in.
Although he doesnât 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 canât 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.
âMierda, amor,â he murmurs, slipping off the clothes heâd 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.
âIâm sorry, angel. Didnât know youâd be that restless without me.â He whispers, tracing soft patterns on your arm. âIâll stay as long as you need me here.â 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.
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âŽâË itoshi sae
~ how he'd be after a break up :(
â¸â¸ written for aria's 1.5k follower event! â§âËâŠĺ˝Ą
â¸â¸ i donât see sae as being a cheater or a bad partner in general so (not to be cliche but) the breakup would probably be because of him having a poor work/life balance and his career getting in the way.
â¸â¸ after the breakup heâd totally immerse himself in his career, kinda like subconscious avoidance of his feelings on the matter. you guys would go full no contact. eventually it would catch up to him and hit him like a truck.
â¸â¸ it would start with little things. heâd miss the smell of you on his sheets, heâd miss having your things in certain places: your shoes at his door, your food in the fridge, your clothes in his closet. heâd realize that itâs already been over a month since youâve left and he still hasnât taken your pictures off his night stand, or your shampoo bottle out of his shower.
â¸â¸ he'd find himself longing again for the home you guys had together. he misses the comfort of going to bed next to someone and waking up the next morning, knowing you're still there next to him before he even opens his eyes.
â¸â¸ he ponders on what he had taken for granted. the lunches you'd make for him, your face in the stands during his practice and games. sae had been alone for so long before you, he never thought he'd find himself hating it if ever you were to leave - but here he is, grasping so desperately to mere remnants of you.
â¸â¸ he'd take it out on himself. he could've put in the effort to better balance his life, the only two things he's ever loved are you and soccer, surely it couldn't have been that hard to keep both successfully. he chalks it up to another of his short comings.
â¸â¸ on a select few nights he finds himself hovering over your contact in his phone, wondering what he would say to you, what you would say to him, if any of it would matter or give him any form of closure.
â¸â¸ he allows himself to yearn and experience the sadness of the situation once it truly dawns upon him, but no matter what he has sworn to not beg you to take him back.
â¸â¸ decides that if your paths are meant to cross again, then they will. he cares for you and wouldn't want to put you through the turmoil of being strung along his hectic life again, especially not after he chose to leave you. he believes you deserve better than that.
â¸â¸ sae didn't meet you while specifically looking for a partner, and he doesnt intend to try making his way into the dating scene after you.
â¸â¸ if you two were to see each other by chance after the breakup, he would be respectful about it. he'd let you lead the conversation, knowing he'd have a hard time not bringing up the separation, or how much he's missed you.
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birthday wish;
itoshi sae x female reader. wc 2.4k
content: fluff. some profanity. slight making out. birthday fic for sae <3
summary: itâs itoshi saeâs birthday. the world hates you. youâve never been a lucky one. being âshit out of luckâ is the only thing you know. the tables must turn.
if higher beings do exist, they really must hate you. they must. you canât fathom your bad luck otherwise.
not only did your cab to the airport run into an hour long jam, your connecting flight also got delayed and now youâre running a day late.
all you get to see is the group chat blowing up, people sending pictures of others, of each of their antics. thereâs a photo of everyone together except you.
because your business trip is a pain in the ass.
because it made you miss a weekend getaway with your friends in hokkaido.
because even when they made the effort to convince the birthday boy to make a little side trip back to tokyo, youâre still too late for that.
if it was anyone else, youâd have been fine with it. as much as you feel guilty about that.
but itâs sae. itâs itoshi fucking sae and you canât even remember the last time you saw him in person because everyone elseâs schedules match except yours. the world has driven a constant wedge between you and sae and you hate it.
is there any other emotion to be reserved when that happens to you and a boy youâve had a crush on since forever?
meeting itoshi sae as a kid was exciting, hopeful. falling for itoshi sae when he was a teen leaving japan for opportunities elsewhere was giddying. sometimes you canât believe that someone you know is that successful, and other times you hate the fact that heâs so far away because of it.
more than half the time, heâs in spain. heâs never where you are at least ninety-nine percent of the time. the one occasion he was, which was three years ago over new yearâs, you were fucking sick.
and all he sent you was a text telling you to get better while the rest of your group of friends get to hang out with him.
though, you suppose thatâs a good thing. he barely ever texts anyway, and you donât initiate, if only out of fear for getting in his way. (as if small speech bubbles could get in his way at all.)
you sigh helplessly as you reach the immigration hall, even more irritated as you look at the time. already past midnight, saeâs flight wouldâve already left by nowâor, actually, an hour ago because he doesnât have your bad luckâso you donât even have the chance of bumping into him at the airport.
whoopee.
your phone finds itself tossed into your duffel bag at your irritation. unwarranted but it is what it is. by the time you finally get your luggage and exit, youâre exhausted. from the disappointment, the delays, everything.
itâs only when you walk a couple more steps, lugging your things behind you when you stop in your tracks, your boots suddenly feel like theyâre one with the marble below them.
âdidnât think your luck could get any worse.â
is it possible for your heart to feel like it isnât functioning properly after hearing a voice? a voice that you havenât heard physically for who knows how long now?
you have to take a deep breath to even get his name out. âsaeâŚ?â
his brows furrow before he cocks one, sighing as he propels himself forward from against the railing, hands in his jacket pocket as he takes a few steps towards you. his face is hidden behind a black mask, his hood pulled over his head but you can still see the clear piercing teal of his eyes and the same nonchalant expression he always wears in his interviews.
youâve seen a bunch of them.
âwho else would i be?â he sighs again, like heâs exasperated, before he grabs the luggage handle from you and starts tugging it behind him.
it occurs to you seconds later that he expects you to follow him when he doesnât even turn behind.
âwait wait.â you nearly trip over your own feet as you scramble to catch up to him, feeling out of shape the moment you fall into step beside him. âdidnât you have a flight to spain, like, an hour ago?â
you couldnât have gotten the timing wrong because you triple checked it in the group chat.
sae makes a confused noice in his throat before shrugging. âpushed it a day later.â
he doesnât elaborate. like he always does. or doesnât.
âbut why? donât you have training right after you land? or, when you were supposed to land?â
his body brushes your side when he sidesteps someone on his right. youâre ashamed of how your heart skips a beat.
âi have training the day after. i just wanted to get a day to nurse my jet lag if i could. i could still make training if i leave tomorrow.â
heâs always to the point. but heâs intentionally evading a part of your question.
âbut whyââ
âiâm hungry. you hungry?â he asks, and you can only blink. you canât even say anything before your stomach growls and answers for you and sae doesnât have to wait for your response.
he holds your luggage with his right, and his left hand reaches out for you, warmth enveloping as he tugs you beside him into the nearest izakaya, swiftly getting a table for two in the privacy of their special corner table and all he had to do was remove his mask.
âitâs a little late but⌠happy birthday,â you whisper to him across the table.
saeâs gaze flicks over to you, blank expression as he just stares at you for a moment. âno itâs not,â he says, and upon your confused expression continues, âi got your text.â
right, because you used the shitty in-flight wifi to try and get your message to him. looks like it worked.
âoh, good then,â you heave a sigh of relief as you let yourself relax, subtly slinking lower against the booth.
over supper, sae purposely asks you questions, about your work, your days, life in general, overloading you with them so you donât even have a chance to ask him anything thus far.
neither of you even realise that itâs not a 24-hour place, but itâs not a surprise that being itoshi sae has its privileges. before long, the only customers are you and the boy you like and your impatience that puts its foot down and bites the bait.
âwhy did you push your flight back, sae?â
his bowl is long cleared and all he has to busy himself with is the hot ocha on his side. he looks out the window for a moment, as if contemplating something before he spots the waiter and asks for the bill.
another attempt at shaking the question off that wonât earn him any points because the moment you step out of the airport and into the chilly air outside, you question him again.
âsae, tell me.â
sae takes a deep breath, and you can see the bare hint of a flush in his cheeks. itâs not that obvious, but you can see it.
he finally lets up for the first time tonight, the life granting a glint in his eyes. he chuckles, and he shakes his head, though his smile is subtleâjust barely visible.
âyouâre still as irritating as when you were a kid, you know?â he remarks, and you find yourself crossing your arms before he finally relents.
after a small pause, he takes a step towards you, his body barely inches from yours. he leans down to your ears, with a voice thatâs barely a whisper, âi wanted my birthday wish to come true.â
this isnât fair, itoshi sae.
âand whatâs that?â you ask because heâs still there, his neck right next to your lips and sucking the energy out of you because itâs always nerve-wracking being near him even if youâve known him most of your life. l
âi wantedâŚâ he pauses, hesitant to say, âto see you. in person.â
and he finally straightens back up, giving you room to breathe.
is it greedy of you to not be satisfied? you feel like this could be a fever dream. are you sick?
âwhy?â you ask again, and you find yourself trailing after him when he refuses to answer.
sae flags down a cab, telling him your address, word for word correctly and it doesnât register to you that despite never having been there, he remembers it like the curve of the soccer ball, like the arc of his passes.
nothing is ever too much effort if itâs worth it.
youâve just never thought you were ever in saeâs head.
by the time you reach your apartment, the both of you are shriveling in awkwardness, too stubborn and stupid for too long that youâre too used to it.
âthis one, right?â sae asks when he gets to your unit, the one in the corner of the top floor.
you nod weakly, and sae purses his lips before he pushes the luggage towards you.
âget some rest. you must be tired,â is all he tells you before he starts to make a move, heading back towards the elevator.
but youâre sick of it. sick of the chances you never take and sick of how youâre too scared to even try. your fingers reach out to grab the hem of his jacket sleeve, holding him back.
âi wanted to see you too,â you declare, even if he never asked. you get greeted by the sight of his widening eyes, by the slight upward tug of his lips. âyouâre never free when i am and i justâfuckâi hate it. and youâre so accomplished and iâm happy for you, really, but i⌠i miss you.â
(sae looks at you, looking at the floor, looking guilty as if saying you miss someone is a sin. he feels the way his heart aches in his chestâfuck, did he really miss you this much too?
heâs used to having the upper hand, always having you squirm in embarrassment, but why does he feel like itâs slipping with every instance heâs about to tell you how he really feels about you? why is it slipping every single time he sees you smile? in your photos, your stories, even the emojis you send in your fucking texts.)
âyeah, missed me that much?â he asks, teasing you a little as he sees your feet shift nervously.
what you do next catches him completely off-guard, his eyes snapping shut the moment you grab his jacket lapel, pulling him close and kissing him, tasting so sweet he would be tempted to ask you to do that all night.
by the time you pull away, sae isnât ready. heâs not ready anymore. to leave you. not so soon. youâve always been one of the few reasons he couldnât bear to leave japan and not seeing you all this time has helped him tolerate it. now that youâre here, in the flesh, his fingers digging into your hips, he doesnât think he can leave.
âyou- um- what timeâs your flight tomorrow?â you ask, breathless when you finally manage to pull away.
sae groans, shaking his head. âdonât wanna talk about that, doesnât matter itâs fine, iâll make it,â he mutters, eyes shutting close again because the next second heâs chasing your lips, swallowing your chuckles as you stumble to open your apartment door.
he makes the effort to kick your luggage inside before he feels his back hitting the back of the door, eyes flying open and being greeted with a smirk on your face.
so you have this kind of side to you too.
sae smiles a little wider now, shaking his head when you wrap your arms around his neck, jumping up with your legs around his waist as you drown him in kisses that would probably last him at most a few days.
âsorry, i know this is more than you wished for,â you laugh weakly in between kisses.
sae shakes his head. âi donât mind a bonus,â he jokes, and you hit him playfully on the chest.
itâs a little surreal to you that the boy youâve had a crush on for half your life is actually reciprocating. youâve watched him play pro-soccer since he was a teen until now, when youâre both full-fledged adults. youâve never thought that anything would work out. not when youâre just barely navigating through life while he has his whole career figured out.
not when youâre always shit out of luck. but if this is the kind of luck that you get, youâll take it.
âi⌠iâve always liked you, itoshi sae,â you confess, foreheads pressed against one anotherâs as he continues to hold you in his arms, stronger than you remember.
a low hum leaves his throat. âi know, rin told me the first time i came back to japan from spain.â
you might actually kill rin.
(sae bites back a chuckle. he never thought of it much at all back then. he barely cared for anything except soccer. he canât even remember when he started to think of you more. miss you. wish to see you on birthdays, on new year eves, on new years, christmases, whatever occasions there are in a year.)
âi think i might love you,â he confesses, and it takes your breath away.
you can only blink, slowly letting it sink in. you get down off his arms, both of you locking gazes and never looking away.
âthink you could do that from halfway across the world too?â you ask.
it dawns on him what youâre afraid of, but after years of pining for you, sae has no doubt in his head.
âthink i could do that forever, no matter where we are,â sae assures you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. âcould you grant me one more wish?â
you swallow the lump in your throat. âwhat is it?â
âbe mine.â
and this is his birthday (itâs still not 11 october in other parts of the world!) but you feel like itâs your lucky day.
âi think iâve always been yours, itoshi sae.â
and for the first time since youâve known him, you see him smile. wider than youâve ever seen. you finally see the path clearing, you can finally tell, somehowâitoshi sae will be yours for life.
#i JUST put this together so pardon any mistakes :â) but i hope you guys still enjoy it <3#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#sae x reader#itoshi sae x reader#bllk x you#bllk x y/n#sae x you#sae x y/n#itoshi sae x you#itoshi sae x y/n#itoshi sae fluff#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#૪ aeriâs fics !
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good luck charm!
things they do before a (winning) match
bllk boys x reader (reo, rin, sae): fluff, drabbles, pro!player, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated!
reo mikage:
reoâs always thought of superstitions stupid: the way his parents ask fortune tellers about specific dates and time for certain events from business investment to even when to host meetings, the way his friends would follow superstitions told by their parents from crossing their fingers before receiving their results to avoiding cracks at the pathways in school, the way he recluntantly follow them because its âtraditionâ. but maybe heâs no different from them, he thinks. its the big match: one that will decide whether heâll prove his father wrong - the world cup finale. heâs anxious: his hands are all sweaty and shaky as he puts down his water bottle, water still dripping from it from the mouth of it, his heart is beating the fastest its ever had as though heâs about to have a heart attack, and his mind is hazy with self-deprecating thoughts that practically chain him to the seats. he closes his eyes and tries to slow his breathing, he has only a few more minutes left before he has to get on field, a few more minutes before he either makes it and becomes a professional footballer or break it and be enchained to his family company for the rest of his life.
superstition. good luck charms. reoâs getting desperate, heâll take whatever at this point. whether its removing that polaroid of you from the back of his phone to trace with his shaky fingers and press his lips against, or placing the cold matching necklace with you against his palm to cool his nerve down to focus onto the freezing sensation over the beating o his heart, or even taking your spare candies from his bag to chew on one or two. and heâll let the sweetness burst in his mouth: ignore the drying of his mouth as he walks out on field, ignore shakiness of his entire being, ignore his heart failing him.
and when reo kicks the last goal, his eyes instantly search for yours in the crowd of people, recognising you within a few seconds amongst the millions cheering. and he thinks: you might just be his guardian angel, after all its with you that hes able to win. and perhaps, that cold necklace might calm him down more if it was a ring on his fingers, he gets real fidgetive before a match after all.
itoshi rin
in contrast to what others think, rinâs a nervous wreck before a match, especially one where hes now competing against his brother: no longer part of blue lock, but in a team, on the global stage. hes insecure, he knows heâll never compare to sae, hes aware of that since he was a little kid he thinks by the countless of golden awards that people credit sae for rather him, countless of opportunities only given to sae and never to him. and his usual routine is thrown out of the window: he cant just rely on just motivsting himself to perform by thinking of those burning feelings im his chest, cant just rely on pure instincts he thinks as his legs turn into jelly, cant rely on himself solely. its not the first time either he feels like this: in his first match thst he won the night sae came back home for the first time, in his match at blue lock against u20 japan team, and now in his match against real madrid in the world cup finale. proving sae wrong: thats what hes been working on for the entirety of his teensge life, but for once, hes not so certain anymore. rin feels like a little kid, he feels lost, and he could run away: the door has always been open, and its not as though sae hasnt cursed him to this.
and rinâs spiralling again, the ring of his braclet that he bought with you the day before he first ever entered blue lock brings him back to reality: sitting on the bench in the locker room all alone when his other teammates are all chatting amongst themself a little further away from him. rin should go soon, he looks up at the clock, a few more minutes before showtime. and as always, like clockwork, he opens his phone and plays his favourite voice memo: one where you simply wish him good luck, telling him you believe heâll win in that same cheery tune that he misses.
and when rin kicks the final goal, the world stops. silence, before the chant of the crowd overwhelms his ears and his teammate throw him on his shoulders: he made it. and yet, for the first time, instead of looking at his brother for validation, for his praise, for his reassurance: he finds you in the crowd and all he can think is now hoping you can rerecord that good luck message, maybe a video this time. after all, if your voice recording can help him to score two goals, he might just ace his next match with a personalised video from you: but for now, heâll dedicate this win to you with a kiss to yours and his necklace.
itoshi sae
its just another match for sae: and yet he feels totally drained out compared to usual. no doubt, heâs lost his spark and passion that he used to hold on to tightly when he was a teenager, and heâs been playing simply for the sake of it. and maybe its tthe back to back matches that weighs him down like stones, or maybe its homesickness, missing everything he wants to chase back now that hes all grown, or maybe its simply the usual nervousness before a match. deep down, depsite his ambitions, hes insecure: hes no genius, he knows, it was a bitter revelation he finds out when he leaves, crying silently in the bathroom with no one around him but geniuses, and maybe it lingers in him: that hes never truly accepted his mediocrity. yet, he knows every and any match matters: he should get up now, join his teammates in those cheers, or at least get himself ready for the match starting in a few minutes instead of wallowing in his own misery, hogging the seats in the locker room. hes got all his usual routine done too: wearing the socks you bought him when he first came back from spain, stretched the way he was taught to, drank the water he needed to in the cute little water bottle he matches with you â but hes still missing something.
sae thinks its silly, he only does this ritual whenever its a big match, and this match is nothing special. logically, the opponents are much weaker and even at his current state, heâll likely win them still. but he supposes he can indulge a little, after all its almost 6 months since hes seen you: with the season having started at the start of your internship. a minute before the match begins, and he hurriedly presses yours and his promise necklace onto his forehead as though a prayer and he walks with his teammates onto the field.
and when sae assists in the final goal, he smiles unconsciously in contrast to his usual self: he wonders if youre watching and he knows the answer when he opens his phone and sees you send a photo of news article speculating of his and yours promise necklace debut to the football world. he looks at the date, one more week, one more match until he gets to see you again â he cant wait already, but maybe while hes here in spain, maybe he should get you something special.
#reo mikage x reader#two weeks work attachment coming im cooked#mikage reo x reader#reo x reader#reo mikage fluff#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#itoshi rin fluff#itoshi sae x reader#sae itoshi x reader#sae x reader#itoshi sae fluff#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#rin.<3
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