Idk If Youve Written About This Before But Who Do You Think Will Heal Like "fix" Rin: Isagi Or Sae? (sorry

another one of my favorite panels UFGHUGHUGHHHHHHH

જ⁀♡⊹｡° sniper, sniper, sniper ♡ wifey, wifey, wifey

( bllk boys showing you off )

♡ a/n — i just love the tiktok trend so :) ( was going to attach a link to a tiktok showing what i was talking abt but it wouldn't work. just look up sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey marines and you'll see what i meant :) )

♡ content — all characters are 18+ !!, mentions of tiktok & instagram, slight cursing, tbh bad writing, nicknames like 'love' , 'wifey' , and 'my girl' used, probably ooc characters

♡ synopsis — blue lock boys showing off their girlfriend :)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' oh that's your wifey ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...tiktok maker

if there was anyone you would really and truly call chronically online, it would be him. every day he'd come to you with some new word he learned from tiktok, or a meme that would plague your house for weeks until it went away.

so when he pulled out his phone to show you a video, you weren't expecting it to be a couples trend.

" please, please, pleaseee, love? you'd look so cute in my arms like that ! " and he had just won a big game...how could you say no to him?

so here you were, being carried like a bride in your lovely boyfriend's arms. if it were anyone else, you'd be too worried about how long they could hold you, but since it was him you didn't worry.

it took a few tries, each of you messing up a part at least once and you accidentally dropping the phone a few times, but after you figured it out, the video was practically perfect.

they posted it to their public tiktok account with the caption

' not my wifey yet, but soon ;) '

and to say all the notifications were making his phone glitch would be an understatement.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BACHIRA MEGURU, hiori yo, SHIDOU RYUSEI, chigiri hyoma, OTOYA EITA, isagi yoichi

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...instagram poster

maybe, just maybe it was wrong of him.

wrong of him to want to post these pictures the two of you had taken on your date to the aquarium?

if he were any other, normal, person this wouldn't have seemed like a big deal, but since he had at least a million followers and some were a bit more obsessed than others, it was.

you'd told him multiple times that you were okay with him posting you, really if he was happy, you were happy. maybe it was the egoist in him, but he wanted to keep you to himself.

fuck it.

if you wanted to be posted, he was going to post you. who cared what anyone else thought? their opinions didn't mean anything to him.

he selected a few of the pictures the two of you had taken at the aquarium, sneaking one of a lipstick stain on his neck in the middle of the slides.

if he was going to announce his relationship to the public, why not let the world know how utterly whipped he was for you?

the caption was a simple

' gotta love my girl ♡ '

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ YUKIMIYA KENYU, karasu tobito, REO MIKAGE, alexis ness, RANZE KURONA, gin gagamaru

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...national television?!

the ever illusive pro soccer player. that's what every press agency called your boyfriend.

his ability to somehow dodge any paparazzi and answer very short questions during press conferences made every view into his personal life shine like gold.

based on an instagram story ( that was taken down in less than 10 minutes ) where a picture of him with his arms around a woman in a bathroom mirror, the media could assume he was in a relationship. in that photo, however, the woman's face was not visible, so the questioned still remained...

what woman could capture this mans heart?

he hadn't cared, not really. a photo was nothing to him, but you were everything. he tried really hard to keep your identity private, he didn't want you to be absorbed into a world of cameras always in your face.

but after he made the game winning goal of a very important game...all he wanted to do was see you.

maybe it was the way he could see you in the section you'd always sat, or maybe it was his ego wanting to tell everyone "yeah i'm the best soccer player, and yeah i have the best girl, what about it?"

as all of the adoring fans rushed the field, including you, he just wanted to see you. he knew, realistically, he should just go back to the locker room and come meet you afterwards like he usually did, but not today.

he shrugged off ever reporter and fan that wanted to talk to him, which was nothing new, but instead of leaving to the locker room, they watched as he walked over to you

he knew all eyes were on him, the world still watching...but he couldn't find it in himself to care. he wrapped his arms around your waist

" made that goal for you, ya know? "

you were a little surprised at his appearance, but if he didn't care neither than you.

" i know. "

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, rensuke kunigami, RIN ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, ZANTETSU TSURUGI, sae itoshi

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i think i like her . ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

this was a midnight brain dump so it's pretty bad, but i hope yall liked it :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

Inspired by the "Neon china" collab art :)

multi-character blue lock drabble !

ft :: sae , rin , shidou , kaiser , nagi , reo

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'（*★*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*..。*

how would they show you off on social media?

SAE ITOSHI

- i feel like he’s a very discreet guy, he’d post you guys’s dates on his instagram story every now and then but he wouldn’t show your face to keep the relationship more private. “why don’t you post my faceeee???” “interviewers stick their noses into everything that isn’t their business to grab more money, they’re annoying.”

- if you asked him to, he’ll make a highlight and put everything that has you in it. he’ll label it just as “Highlights 🤍”

- doesn’t really interact with your posts on social media unless he scrolls onto it, he doesn’t need to like or comment on your posts to prove that he loves you. thats what he thinks at least. “why haven’t you liked any of my posts?” “…was i supposed to?”

- if you really wanted to make your relationship with you public, he’ll very, very, reluctantly agree, seeing the way your face lights up makes every pain-in-the-ass interviews worth it.

- he’d probably post a picture of you two kissing or holding hands and tag your main account. beware, the next day you check your socials, there’ll be articles about you two everywhere, your instagram followers has blasted up, everyone is spam liking your posts and your dms are bombarded with fangirls. this is the power of sae itoshi huh?

RIN ITOSHI

- wouldn’t care about privacy. he’d ask you if it was okay to post you, and as soon as you agree he’ll post all the cringy photos you forced him to take with you. you two doing a heart shape with the sun in the middle, the photo you snuck of him helping you carry your shopping bags and so on. “did you really have to take a picture of me carrying your bags?.. you’re making me look like a servant.” posts it anyways

- this man is an absolute loverboy. despite his stern look, he’s whipped for you. will immediately make a highlight for you just so people (and himself) can look through you two’s memories. “rin~ you made a highlight for me??” “yeah. so?” while he’s internally tweaking out from how happy you look.

- he did suggest you to private your instagram account before every fangirl came to harass you, which you wished you could’ve done sooner. “rin. why did one of your fangirls message me and said i looked like a well done steak.” “i told you to private your account.”

- when you comment on his posts, he’ll like it and pin it to the top of his comment section. he’s so cheesy

- despite all that, in the end he hid his story from sae and his parents because he absolutely knew this was going to be brought up at the dinner table to embarrass rin.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

- no shame at all. will post you two kissing, the lipstick marks you left on him, tags you in his bio, makes a highlight for you and occasionally even matching profile pictures with you.

- he keeps notifications for everyone elses posts off except for yours, as soon as he gets an instagram notification he’s in your comment section DROOLING for you. “WHOS WIFE IS THIS??? 😍😍😍” “thank you for the meal😜😜😜” “woah cutie didnt know you matched my freak like dat hehh😘😘😮‍💨😮‍💨”

- as much as you love him you swore you felt embarrassed for your life.

- in summary, he’s just a very open person about you two’s relationship. he doesn’t mind the articles or the interviews, he’s eager to show you off to the world. he’s so cutie woaw

MICHAEL KAISER

- doesn’t even use social media that much unless he needs to do a sponsorship

- finds it useless to post you or post anything about his life, but seeing how sad it made you look he rolled his eyes and posted a photo of you two sitting side by side on the bleachers of a stadium with the sun illuminating you two, even captioning it as “Nervensäge Freundin. 🤍” (pain-in-the-ass girlfriend)

- “kaiser, you posted me on your story???!!” you were basically beaming with happiness as you barged into his room. “tch, don’t overthink it. it’s just to stop you from being sulky all day.” without another word, you pounced on him and clung onto him for the rest of the day.

- thats how he made it a habit to post you occasionally, so he could receive extra affection from you, even if he acted annoyed or nonchalant about it. but oh boy, right after he posted you, your follower count shot up from 1,528 to 729k overnight easily.

- shares your posts onto his stories, likes it and occasionally comments an emoji on it if he’s feeling generous.

NAGI SEISHIRO

- quite active on social media. mainly posts about his games, football and reo. when you asked him why he didn’t post you, “do you want me to? i thought it would be a hassle to handle all the attention.”

- but when you convince him to finally post you, he wastes no time in making a highlight for you. the first post he made was him laying on your lap playing games, a picture you took of him a few days ago. he tagged you in it and captioned: “girlfriend pillow 10/10 :x recommended” you almost kissed him to death.

- after that, he started posting you a lot more frequently, just wanting to make you happy, and theres no doubt that it made your follower count rise as hell.

- posts you two playing games, holding hands, kissing, doing cringy couple stuff, despite all the interview requests hes been getting, its all worth it for your extra affection when you see his posts.

REO MIKAGE

- hes such a sweetheart about it, when you guys took your first photo together as a couple, he was so eager to ask if he could post it on social media. when you agreed, he basically looked like a golden retriever

- until now, before he posts anything about you he’ll always show it to you for confirmation and approval. “beautiful, is this picture okay?” “eh… my hair looks weird..” he’ll immediately discard it and search for a new picture without further words exchanged.

- likes, shares and comments on your posts with confidence although he doesn’t use social media all that often, he’ll always scroll on it for awhile to wind off.

- whenever he posts you, he’ll always caption it as some cringy yet romantic stuff like “Love of my life 🤍” “My world 🌍.” “Everyday with you keeps getting better and better.” “Prettiest girl in the world.”

hii sorry if any of them are a little too short or ooc!! thank you for reading through ^^

REO AND RIN AHHAHZHAH OMGOSH I LOVE THEM

Blue Lock characters and you living rent-free in their mind

Featuring: Isagi, Rin & Reo

Warnings: OOC? Probably. Cursing in Rin's.

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Isagi Yoichi

Lowkey goes crazy because he can't think about anything or anyone else. Every little thing is somehow tied to you. It's as if getting to know Isagi can't go without knowing you.

As with most things, it started small.

Like when Isagi went out for lunch with his trusted friends, and he saw a certain dish on the menu he knew you'd like.

Or when he'd bypass a shop, see a shawl, and remember that you'd mentioned you liked it in passing.

Then, his thoughts started to... change.

He started to wonder if you'd like a certain shirt he'd bought, or what you'd think about a tactic he came up with in football.

Those were all innocent things, just small matters he liked to ponder about. But it didn't stay that way.

But at some point, he began to feel more... conscious of himself when you were near. His fingers would rake through his hair, wondering if you liked the more roguish or put-together style.

He would stand in front of the mirror a bit longer, nervously straighten out any wrinkles, trying to look his utter best.

Although it was difficult, he tried to temper his football enthusiasm with you. He knew he could ramble on and on about tactics, plays, and chemical reactions, but he was scared he would drive you away with his overwhelming zealousness.

But well, he stayed a football geek, and reeling himself in wasn't really something he excelled at. But when you reassured him with a gentle voice and a sparkle in your eyes, after he abashedly and profusely apologised for droning on about football that it was okay, he could've sworn he could feel his heart beat out of his chest.

If there was any moment in time, in which he could exactly pin-point when he'd fallen for you, he would most definitely say that the moment you indulged him in his football freakiness, and even proffered some excitement yourself, was the exact moment.

Because from there on out, his thoughts took a deep, deep dive.

At random moments during the day, he'd think about how your hands felt in his, or how ethereal you looked like in the setting sun. He'd zone out, the faint ringing of your laughter playing in his ears like a broken record.

Even during training, you would invade his mind. Even sometimes resulting in him messing up a goal opportunity or pass. Then his teammates would snicker loudly and claim that he was too head over heels to get his head in the game.

Well, they weren't wrong.

At night, when he was worn-down from training or an interview, his thoughts would drift to you again.

He'd think about the satisfied noise you made when you ate something you liked, or when he returned from training and your eyes would light up, a sight that never really got boring.

He'd think about how your lips looked like when your mouth stretched into a big smile, or when you were annoyed and your lips frowned in that particular adorable way.

Or how your lips would feel like on his.

How soft they would feel, against the curve of his bottom lip, how they would part when his mouth moved, kissing you more deeply, more passionately, more fervently, until those hums would leave your throat that made his head reel, and then he'd move to your jaw, peppering kisses along the slope of it, inching slowly and slowly towards your neck, a sigh leaving your mout--

Isagi sat up. Heart in his chest and pounding a hundred miles a minute. His eyes were wide open, but the image of you pressed against him was still seared in his mind.

He touched his lips. The phantom touch of your lips lingering there. He swallowed, feeling a strange sense of loss.

He blinked a few times, still trying to come to terms with what the hell he was just thinking about.

What did this mean?

Was he disrespecting you in this way?

Knowing this, what if you didn't want to see him anymore?

His heart halted, his pacing coming to an abrupt standstill.

He frowned. He wasn't the best with emotions, but even he knew how he felt about you by now. But what should he do? Tell you? And risk rejection?

At the thought of you rejecting him, his chest contracted painfully together, as if a freight train had crashed into him.

No, no. He should just suck it up. Think about... about... football! Yeah, that would nicely take his mind off of you. He'd just ignore all the bodily reactions he got and keep a reasonable distance for friends.

He tried to ignore his heart sinking in his chest at the word friends.

But well, he'd deny any allegation about him sleeping terribly that night was due to something as silly as thoughts.

He was fucked, wasn't he?

The next day, you met up again, right before he would hang out with his friends.

When he saw you in the distance, waving sweetly at him with a big grin stretched across your face, his pulse sped up, and his cheeks flushed.

Alright, you can do this. Isagi hyped himself up, a grin of his own forming on his face.

Then, you gave him a hug, arms around his waist, body pressing flush against him.

His brain short-circuited.

You pulled away, and he caught himself reaching out to you again. He quickly clenched his hands at his sides, his lips slightly downturned, lamenting the loss of your warmth.

"Yoi, is something wrong?" You searched his eyes, a frown tugging at your lips.

Isagi swallowed, his gaze flicking momentarily to your lips and then hastily to your eyes.

"I'm... uh, fine! Just thinking about uhm... a new football tactic."

You shook your head, a grin on your face. "You and football. That's all you can think about, huh?"

Isagi laughed awkwardly.

If only you'd know.

"So... uhm, should we go out for lunch? That restaurant you mentioned last week?" Isagi proffered, changing the subject.

"Yeah, sure! Let's go!"

You wrapped your hand around his, fingers interwoven, as you pulled him along.

Isagi's soul left his body.

"You know, I think Y/n would like that smoothie, it's her favourite flavour. You think I can order it and take it with me?" Isagi absentmindedly said.

"Y/n, huh?" Hiori echoed, a playful glint in his eyes. "Didn't ya have a date earlier this mornin' with her?"

"Mhm."

Then, realising what he said, Isagi shot up, face red, as he stammered, "Uh no. We just... hung out. Like perfectly good friends. Yeah. Friends. Perfect. Perfect? Did I say perfect? Well, yeah, she is perfect, but that's not the point, what I meant to say was--"

"Oh, you have it bad." Bachira mused, all the while Hiori and Kurona cackled in the background.

"What? I don't have it bad, I just... like her, okay?" Isagi huffed, crossing his arms petulantly.

"Oh yeah?" Bachira raised his eyebrows, tilting his head, amused. "Then please tell me how your thinking about her 25/7 and your embarrassing rambling can be compartmentalised underneath "liking"?"

"He's in love, your honour." Hiori snorted.

"He's been pining all this time, and he didn't even notice, notice." Kurona remarked, a glimmer in his eyes.

"What?! No! And it's not embarrassing! You're embarrassing!" Isagi huffed.

The three looked at him, identical looks of amusement on their faces.

That was too much for Isagi to handle. "Shut up, shut up!" His face was now full-blown on red.

Dismissing his outburst, Bachira asked, "so, what, are you going to ask her out?"

It became dead quiet.

"I... uh..."

"He's goin' to wuss out." Hiori observed.

"Menace on the field, loser in real life, life." Kurona nodded sagely.

"I want to, really, believe me..." Isagi said, a conflicted expression on his face.

Because the thought of you and him being official, did horrible, horrible things to his heart.

Waking up with you first thing in the morning, being the first person to see you in your unguarded state, or making breakfast together and snuggling together on the couch while watching football matches, holding hands and spending holidays together, just the two of you--

"Aaaand he's doin' it again."

"Earth to Isagi?" A hand aggressively waved in Isagi's face.

Isagu spluttered, taken aback, almost falling out of his chair.

"This!" Bachira pointed at his face, wearing a triumphant look, "This is what I meant! This dopey, lovesick look! There's no way you just like her!"

Isagi made a face. "I don't wear a "dopey, lovesick look"."

"I bet Y/n would like it, though."

Isagi visibly perked up. "Really?"

Then, realising he'd been baited, he groaned. "Shut up."

"We weren't saying anything." Bachira's eyes twinkled.

"You were thinking something."

"Yeah, 'bout how you should just ask her out!" Hiori cut in, "Don't know what the big deal is, when she'll say yes for sure!"

Bringing his hands away from his face, Isagi said, voice small, "You think?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...thanks guys."

"Well, we don't know for sure she'll say yes, but you're a great guy!" Bachira patted his back, exchanging pointed glances with Hiori and Kurona.

"But, what if she rejects me?" Isagi frowned, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Then ya will stay friends, right?" Hiori chimed in. "She wouldn't just cut contact with ya, right? I don't think she's that kind of person."

"No." Isagi sighed. "No, she's amazing. Of course she wouldn't. She'll probably just smile and reassure me, with her pretty eyes and pretty laugh, and her pretty face. Or she would ask me about football, because you know, she's thoughtful like that, or we would hang out together again, maybe go to that new arcade she's seen--"

"Yeah alright, that's enough, lover boy." Bachira snorted.

"He can't help it, he's too in loooveee." Hiori teased.

"Shut up!"

"I can't shut up, because I'm Isagi and I'm too head over heels to ever shut up about the girl I love, and I'm a total loser--"

Isagi groaned, covering his ears to muffle the incessant teasing of his friends.

But between you and me, Isagi knew his friends were totally right.

He was totally in love with you, and he was constantly thinking about you.

And maybe, just maybe, he would admit that to you one day.

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Itoshi Rin

Mad denial. This man would literally say Isagi was a better striker than him than say that he had feelings. He'll literally distract himself, training thrice more than ever, just to avoid thinking about you. Because with feelings? He was utterly hopeless.

The first time Itoshi Rin caught himself thinking about you in a particular way, he immediately froze.

Woah, stop. His mind said. This isn't good.

So, Itoshi Rin went back to the gym after having already spent three hours in it and went back to his gruelling sets. All to just take his mind off of you.

Because you were a distraction.

It was not because he didn't know what to do, when his hands would turn up all clammy, or how his face would turn his embarrassing red. No. 'Course not. Pfft.

And when you'd meet up, and he saw you in your new clothes, his eyes would linger a second longer, cheeks flushing red.

It suits her, his mind unhelpfully supplied.

"You look like shit." Is what Itoshi Rin said instead.

When you showed up at his game, Rin almost choked.

There you were, wearing his jersey, cheering him on.

A warmth coated his chest.

Rin went still. Mortified.

"Tch. Lukewarm." He grumbled to no one in particular.

His teammates exchanged glances, wondering what they had done now to elicit Itoshi Rin's ire.

During the game, Itoshi Rin was focused. But when he scored, his eyes unconsciously slid over to you.

As you cheered exuberantly, a perceptive onlooker would have noticed the barest of hints of Itoshi Rin's lips quirking up.

Then, Rin caught himself, mouth immediately forming a scowl.

During break, Rin sipped his water, damp hair sticking to his temples.

As his teammates were recounting the first half and discussing tactics, his mind involuntarily went back to you.

The way his jersey hugged your figure, the way a genuine smile flitted over your face, and the way your eyes twinkled so zealously when he'd scored, like a child excited for Christmas.

"What are you thinking about, Rin?" Isagi asked him.

Rin was startled out of his thoughts. "Nothing."

"Ah, you sure?" Isagi teases.

Rin went really, really still. Before he exploded.

"Yes, I'm sure. Shut up! Play better! And don't get in my way! Better yet, just step off the field. You're an eyesore, and you're so damn bad, you're not even annoying anymore, you lukewarm NPC."

Stunned, Isagi's lips parted, but Rin had already strode away.

Did he go overboard there? Maybe.

Did he care? No.

But what he did care about was that a player of the opposing team approached you.

You just had to be friends with everyone else, right?

Of course you were. That's just the kind of amazing, kind person you were--

No. Nope. Nuh uh. Not today. Not ever. Think about anything else. Football. Crush Isagi Yoichi. Be the best striker, defeat Itoshi Sae. Not necessarily in that sequence, but enough to take his mind off--nooo. No.

Despite vowing to himself, he wouldn't look. He still occasionally glanced somewhere in that direction that you just happened to be in.

Rin's eyes narrowed as you chatted cheerily with the other player. A grin was on your face as you playfully shoved him.

Rin's heart sunk.

From disgust, obviously.

Scoffing, Rin threw his bottle away, uncaring about how the team's assistant scrambled to pick it up, apologising profusely to the people surrounding them.

"Fucking half-baked donkeys." He cursed.

The people around him were stunned.

"Itoshi Rin, yellow card."

Rin dusted himself off, standing up from the ground.

"What the hell, man?!" The player from the opposite team yelled out indignantly.

Tsking, Rin turned to him, his face impassive.

"Small fry like you don't deserve to play against me. So keep away from her."

Then, Rin stalked off.

"Wah, huh?" The player was flummoxed. "What the hell is he talking about?!"

No one knew.

"You're crazy!" He shouted at number ten.

But Itoshi Rin didn't hear it. He was too sunken in his thoughts, fists clenching when he recalled the gleeful look on your face, one that wasn't directed at him but at that worthless piece of shit.

You should just look at him. Only at him. No one else. No one else was deserving of your gaze.

"Rin! What's up with you?!" Isagi, the pest, ran up to him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. You're the problem, you meddlesome bug." Rin spat.

Isagi's eyes narrowed. A thoughtful expression crossing his face. Sadly, he didn't take offence to Rin's insults.

"It's about her, isn't it?" His eyes subtly drifted over to where you were sitting in the VIP box.

Clenching his teeth, Rin stalked up to him, his hand sinking into Isagi's jersey as he lifted Isagi off the ground.

"No, it isn't about her!" Rin's eyes spat fire. "Shut your damn mouth and focus on the game already."

"Woah. Chill out, dude." Isagi's eyes widened.

"Tch."

But as Rin shot a sidelong glance at you, it was clear that his focus wasn't on the game at all.

Rin sucked in a sharp breath, willing his mind to focus.

The player he had accidentally tackled was taking a penalty right now.

He took a step back, brought his leg back, and shot.

"GOALLL!!"

Rin's jaw tensed.

From the corner of his periphery, he saw you clap your hands.

Tch. How annoying.

"Just look at me. Only me." He mumbled.

Cheer me on. No one else. No one else but me.

He would score more goals than the rest of them, just you wait. Just so you wouldn't look at anyone else.

The referee whistled.

Just wait. Just wait and see.

His feet thrummed over the ground, his focus sharpened and sharpened, until all he could see was the goal.

"Rin, what are you doing?!"

"Pass the ball!"

"Don't charge in alone!"

Rin ignored his teammates' calls, dribbling past players and tearing down their defence.

Four defenders. Three. Two.

Until it was just him and the keeper.

Rin shot.

He scored.

His eyes drifted to you. You clapped.

Harder than for that other goal, he noted with just the tiniest hints of vindication.

Nevertheless, it didn't his heart from quickening.

"Rin. Good job." Isagi commented, approaching him.

Rin turned to him, his face inflectionless.

"You're slow today. Try to keep up."

Having been used to his antics, Isagi only shook his head.

Then he gestured with his head at the stands, a Look in his eyes.

"There's no trying to keep up. There's only trying to take." He raised his eyebrows. "Shoot your shot. And stop being so stubborn. Anyone with eyes can see you love her. Do something about it. Your lovesick behaviour is detrimental to the team."

Rin's breathing involuntary sped up.

Do something about her...? Like what, like invite her to more games? Spend more time with her? Kiss her--

Rin's brain screeched to a halt. An embarrassing flush appeared on his neck.

It was from fury, obviously.

Naturally, he directed said fury at one Isagi Yoichi.

"Tch. Go away with your stupid puns. I don't need your dumb advice, you amateur." Rin said snidedly, crossing his arms.

Isagi sighed. "How long will you stay in denial?"

Bristling, Rin sneered, "I'm not in denial about anything."

"He said in denial." Isagi murmured, before walking off.

Tch. How annoying.

He'll show him who exactly was in denial.

After he would be done today, the only thing in denial would be Isagi's salary.

"GOALL!! ITOSHI RIN'S FIFTH GOAL! HE'S ON A ROLL TODAY, LADIES AND GENTS!"

Rin wiped the sweat off his face, heaving heavily.

Then, the whistle blew.

End of game.

Rin let out a relieved breath. Not that he'd admit that to anyone.

His muscles were straining, sweat was pooling off of him, and he was beginning to see black spots. Not at all concerning.

He pushed past people, their words falling on deaf ears.

"Rin." Rin let out a perfunctory sigh. Ah yes, the bane of his existence. Rin turned around.

"You really did well today." Isagi once again walked up to him, undeterred by the threatening looks Rin was shooting him.

"I guess I was wrong. You're not in denial. Anyone can see why you scored so many goals."

"What."

"Maybe it's about time you realise, too." Isagi nodded, his eyebrows raising expectantly. He looked over Rin's shoulder. Rin followed his gaze. He froze.

"Good luck."

Then, as the fucking traitor he was, he left.

Rin stared at you, lips slightly parted and eyes slightly widened.

"Rin, you did amazing." You complimented softly, stepping closer to him.

Rin took a step back, feeling heat crawling up his neck.

Your scent invaded his nostrils, and Rin could feel himself involuntary lean in.

Ah no. Nope.

Feeling himself stiffen up, Rin pushed you back, not too hard, but enough to give him free space.

His ears were tinted red, as he looked at you with narrowed eyes. "I don't love you."

He then turned around and stalked away.

Stunned, you looked at his retreating back, then at the jacket in your hands that he'd just shoved at you.

You smiled softly. He'd noticed. Of course he had.

It had been a windy day, extraordinarily cold on the stands. Rin must'e noticed this. Even while he was playing and metres apart, he still had noticed. He always did.

This man would literally say Isagi was a better striker than him, than say that he had feelings.

But this man would literally score five goals to show he loved you, then see you smile at another man.

If that wasn't love, then what was?

But well, he was still Itoshi Rin.

He was still in denial.

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

Mikage Reo

Once he notices how often you're on his mind, he'll come up with this big plan to woo you.

But Reo Mikage is kind of a perfectionist. He wants everything to go utterly perfect. So much so that he'll forget not everything goes according to plan.

The thing with Mikage Reo was, was that he was quite perceptive.

He could easily distinguish between the debilitating moods of his competitive teammates or notice the discrepancies between a client that was about to be won over or who'd absolutely throw in the towel.

So it came as no surprise that Reo would make sense of his emotions and feelings early on, too.

He'd notice how his thoughts would revolve more about you when he was sitting in tedious company meetings or when he'd pulled off another copy move during football, wondering what you'd think of it.

Or the way the residual embers of your touch on his skin lingered even hours after.

Or perhaps it was the simple way you treated him.

Not like the future CEO of Mikage Corporation. Not like the personal butler friend who'd get exploited in turn for companionship.

No. Just him. Reo.

You treated him as if the person underneath mattered more than the things he could offer. You'd surprise him by insisting you needn't go out to some fancy restaurant because you preferred his cooking and his company over that of a buzzing hub.

Or the way you didn't shy away when the responsibilities that came with the Mikage name threatened to put pressure on you, always staying with him during thick and thin.

You treated him as if he were a normal person for once, but it made him feel special all the same.

That's why he had made up this elaborate plan to properly court you and to win over your affections. So you'd know you were as special to him as he was special to you.

So, this plan had to be flawless.

Because Reo was nothing if not a perfectionist.

Reo had mentally stored a list of what you'd mentioned you liked. It ranged from favourite food to favourite countries and languages all the way to your preference of how you specifically wanted your coffee.

And well, somewhere on the list, stood amusement park.

So, he just had to rent it out. Easy peasy.

But what came after? Did he need to order some stalls to prepare your favourite food? Yes, totally. But what if your cravings differed that day? And what about the weather? What if it rained, or it was smoking hot, and you'd have a terrible time?

And what if you didn't even want to go to an amusement park? And if you did want to go to one, which one would you like better? Orlando? Legoland? Disneyland? Which Disneyland? In France, Japan, or America?

And the day mattered, too. Not Friday the Thirteenth, or on a Monday. Mondays are dreary. But Saturdays were for football games, and Sundays were a tricky bit with his company events and meetings.

And what... if you didn't even want to go with him?

Reo wanted to pull out his hair.

At last, he finally had finalised his plan.

First of, the date of the event would be on Friday the ninth of May. He'd taken a peek in both his and yours agendas, and you were both free, with him having no games that weekend and you being on a break from university.

He'd wake up at 8 am, then let his personal chef prepare your favourite breakfast. Around ten, you'd leave for Tokyo, where Disneyland was located.

During the trip, he'd prepared several board games and movies you could watch, including the newest ones that haven't been launched yet.

And when you'd arrive, at around twelve, the perfect time to eat lunch, he had found a commendable kaiseki restaurant nearby that should be up to your tastes.

In the meantime, his assistant would take care of checking in at the hotel for him, giving him ample time to explore the city with you.

At around 6 pm, there was a light show scheduled at the outskirts of the city. He would order his assistants to bring out blankets and a comfortable stretcher.

It would be some sort of picnic, with Yakitori and Sukiyaki served. Really romantic if he said so himself. That was sure to make you swoon.

Afterwards, you would return to the hotel and turn in for the night, preparing for the flurry of activities he'd planned the day after in Disneyland.

Because Disneyland was such a hot commodity, queues were a given. And he hated queues. Obviously, he got VIP cards. He could then immediately showcase that he was capable and thoughtful, qualities any woman liked in a man, right?

The rest of the day would then be spent with enjoying the attractions, your smile, the shows, the food, your smile, and the parades.

And then... he'd rented out the ferris wheel at exactly 8 pm. The same time at which the firework show started.

Then, when your cabin had reached the highest point, he'd confess his feelings to you and ask you to be his girlfriend.

And then--

"Reo?"

Startled, Reo's dreamy smile was wiped off of his face. He quickly scrambled upright, eyes widening when he took note of all the papers of his grand plan strewn about his floor.

You knocked, worried voice sounding through the door. "Are you alright there, Reo? You've been there for quite a while."

"Oh, uh... I'm fine... just doing some cleaning!" Reo lied, straight through his teeth.

"Shit..." He cursed. There was no way he could clean this mess up without being suspicious.

"I'm coming in, alright? Ba-Ya made this delicious meal, and I'm sure you'll like it."

"Ah, uh... alright! Come on in!" Reo puffed, pushing his hair out of his face after practically speed cleaning his room.

You came in, peeking your head through the door opening.

"Ah, hi, Y/n!" Reo waved at you, beckoning you to come in.

You frowned. Noting his flushed deposition and his stiff posture. "Are you sure you're alright...? You look a bit... worked up."

"Me? What? I was just... doing some push-ups, you know, for training."

"For training." You raised an eyebrow.

"Yep! Ah, is that for me?" Reo pointed at the platter with steaming food in your hands. "Delicious, thank you!"

He took it from you, wincing underneath his breath when he almost burned his fingers.

You watched him with a pained face, debating whether or not you should help him.

Then, your eyes fell on a piece of paper, sticking out from underneath his desk.

"Hey... what's this?" You crouched down, pulling out the paper.

"What's what?" Reo turned to you, glancing at the paper in your hands.

His face turned pale.

Oh fuck.

"Disneyland?" You read aloud, a contemplative frown on your face. "Favourite foods and snacks. Five-star hotel and ferris wheel?" You looked at him, a questioning look in your eyes.

"What's this?"

"I... uh. Nothing! Here, let me take that from you." Reo nervously snatched the paper from your hands.

"Wait a second... Mikage Reo... are you planning a date?"

Reo went very, very still.

"Oh, you so are! So, who's the lucky person?"

"..."

"Come on, you can tell me! Is it one of your business dates? Or that heiress your father picked out? Or..." You wiggled your eyebrows. "Is it Nagi?"

Reo spluttered, "Wah? No, no! And it's also not Nagi... it's..." He trailed off, turning his head to hide his reddened cheeks.

Reo sighed, resigning himself to this terrible, terrible fate.

"You."

"Ha, ha, how funny--wait what?" The amusement faded out of your eyes, replaced by shock.

Reo's jaw tensed. "I planned this for you."

"For... me?! What for? Oh no, what did I do this time?" You joked.

"For being you." Reo shrugged.

"I wanted to tell you I liked you this way." Reo admitted, but then immediately cringed internally.

Great. He was supposed to be the charming and eloquent heir of Mikage Corporation, yet he couldn't even properly tell you he fancied you! Oh, this was just humiliating, no borderline mortifying--

And then, you laughed.

Your shoulders shook as a big grin stretched across your face. The clear chuckles streaming out of your mouth, making Reo's heart race.

"I... I can't be... believe you made up this plan!" You laughed.

Reo frowned, almost sulking.

"What do you mean with that? I... I thought I included everything you like!" Reo's face was now synonymous with a tomato.

You wiped a tear from your face. "Oh Reo, this sounds like a honeymoon."

"So?"

"For newlyweds."

"I still don't see your point."

You sighed, but it was good-natured. "Reo, if you like me, you can just say it. You don't have to come up with this whole plan."

"But... you deserve this! I wanted it to be special."

You shook your head. "Listen Reo, the plan's thoughtful and romantic. But I don't feel special because of that."

Reo opened his mouth to argue, but you trudged on.

"I feel special because you make me feel special. You continuously remind me of how highly you think of me, and this plan is only a testament to that."

Glancing at the paper, you were slightly taken aback at the sheer amount of activities planned, all up to detail and exact minute, too.

Your heart warmed at the thought of how much effort Reo must've poured into this, remembering all your likes and dislikes and planning it down to the very minute.

It was so Reo, but it was also over the top, and sometimes you would need to be the one to step in and reel him back in.

You looked up, eyes locking with Reo's hopeful ones. "You can just say you like me, and I'll feel special all the same."

You gently reminded him, taking his hand in yours. "You're enough on your own. You don't have to come up with a whole plan."

"Well... if you prefer it this way..." Reo exhaled deeply. Then, he looked up, his eyes gazing in yours as he stepped closer, hands coming to hold yours.

"Y/n, I think you're the most special, amazing girl in my life. You're kind, thoughtful, and you motivate me day and day to do my best and to live my life to its fullest. You continuously remind me that I'm not only the overachiever in school or the heir of Mikage, but that I'm also just me. Reo. Your Reo, if you'll have me."

A genuine smile spread over your face. "I like the sound of that." You nudged his shoulder. "My Reo. My boyfriend."

Reo's heart thrummed in his chest at the label, a zip going up his spine.

Yours.

"Then, as your boyfriend, allow me to spoil you."

You let out a chuckle. "Still holding on to the plan, huh?"

Reo sheepishly scratched his neck. "I kind of... already booked it?"

You shook your head, but this was just so Reo that you couldn't help but feel enamoured.

"Good, because I was already craving that kaiseki."

Reo rejoiced. "Knew you would like that one."

Reo Mikage is kind of a perfectionist. He wants everything to go utterly perfect. So much so that he'll forget not everything goes according to plan.

But well, maybe this time, that wasn't really a bad thing.

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

“squid game s3 leaks” this “blackpink predebut video leaks” that girl idgaf give me weak hero s2 leaks ong 🥀🥀✌️

just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing ring ding dong ring ding dong ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

hii! do you think I could ask for a maybe yukimiya and bahia (and whoever else you want ofc!) with the trend “a boy whose jacked and kind”. I know this trend is long over but i cannot get yuki out of my mind n i feel like he would love this trend ahh❤️❤️

tysmm and have a great day/night :))

ashamed to say this is the first time i’ve heard if this trend lmao BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST 💛

“a boy who’s jacked and kind” trend with them ;

bf bllk x gn!reader

yukimiya kenyu

-> asking you questions the entire time. “is it okay if i put my hands here?” “what about here?” “does that hurt?” “are you okay?” and you keep assuring him that you’re fine

-> raises you up onto his shoulder slowly so that there’s no chance of you falling. keeps his grip secure and his eyes on you as you smile and wave at the camera

-> you blush as you watch the video back. kenyu doesn’t look at the camera once, his eyes only on you as if checking to make sure you’re okay the whole time he’s holding you

-> “it’s perfect,” you say when yukimiya asks, though you know this is one of those videos you’re keeping for yourself only

bachira meguru

-> “you trust me not to drop you?” “yes? should i not..?” “no, you can trust me! i gotchu, y/n!”

-> he does not got you

-> it took a few attempts, and thankfully bachira was able to catch you every time you tipped back over his shoulder, but you got the footage!

kunigami rensuke

-> practices with chigiri, which you film and post as a blooper reel for your video

-> when it’s finally your turn, chigiri films and your boyfriend lifts you onto his shoulder with ease. he gives your thigh a gentle pat before letting you down

-> you are not pleased when kunigami and chigiri’s video gets more views than yours, and chigiri thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world

barou shouei

-> he said no until you told him you’d ask nagi instead. suddenly he’s super eager to help you!

-> he’s pretty stoic the entire time, but he is secure and doesn’t show any ounce of struggle as he effortlessly sweeps you off your feet

-> you’re giggling the whole time, thrown off at the feeling of being so tall, and as barou’s lowering you back down, he drops you into a bridal carry to kiss you before setting you back on your feet

-> “you had to kiss me, hm?” “mhm. make you think twice before you threaten to go to nagi or anyone else for something.”

michael kaiser

-> mf TOSSED you into the air to get you on his shoulder, and you sat there gripping his head for dear life as he flexed in front of the camera

-> “bro, put me down!” “i thought you wanted to do this trend together?” “i might have a fear of heights!”

-> needless to say, people loved the banter between you two and begged for you to make more videos with your “pretty boyfriend”

shidou ryusei

-> he lives to do silly little tiktok trends with you. it’s one of his favorite past times

-> you trust him 110%, even when he says he’s your slipping, despite the fact that his grip has not changed around your thighs

-> “you play too much.” “you know i’d never really drop you~” “yeah. cause you know that if you do, i’m dropping a coconut on your head next.” “!!”