an/ i might be ovulating cause my tiktok feed is full of men as yearners :( gosh i wannem so badd! :( let me know if you want this for others too, i feel reo, nagi and isagi fit the bill as well :D
Sae Itoshi
tracks your presence in a room full of people, knows where you are at all times (my man be thinking of ways to dribble past people to get to you :( )
the way he looks at you is a whole confession he'll never say out loud
when he thinks you're not paying attention, his gaze lingers. it goes heavy and slow, tracing the line of your profile like he's comitting it to his memory
there's no softness in his face, there never is - but his eyes betray him every time. they go dark and still and fixed, the way they only ever look at things he wants to win
At the Royale Madrid Annual Dinner
Sae noticed you had been gone for a while.
Not far, just across the room, swept up in other people, other conversations, a drink in your hand and your laugh carrying over the noise.
But you can feel him the whole time. Sae, across the floor, half-listening to whoever has him cornered, his eyes finding you again and again like he can’t help it. He’d never admit that. He’d sooner walk into traffic. But you catch it, the way his gaze keeps drifting back to you like a habit he can’t kick.
So when you finally make your way over beside him, without looking, without breaking his sentence, his arm closes around your waist and pulls you into his side.
“…second half was the only one worth watching,” he’s saying, flat, bored, to a person you immediately forget exist- because his fingers have spread warm and certain over your hip, and your whole stomach has gone weightless.
You let yourself lean in, really lean, testing how much of you he’ll take, his thumb strokes once, slow, over your side.
You try to play it cool but there’s a smile pulling at your mouth that you can’t quite kill.
He feels you fighting it. Of course he doe, he notices everything about you, that’s the part he’ll never say out loud.
And when you try to move away to meet someone else, he firmly holds you in place, murmuring a small Stay under his breath, words meant only for you.
You look up at him and a smile graces your lips, he looks down at you for a second, really holding the eye contact before giving you a smile only reserved for you before going back to the conversation.
can you pretty please write a yandere story including either reonagi and reader, or or OR bachisagi x reader, whichever you prefer! something where reader doesnt realise they are obsessed over her until it's too late?
here you go! i wrote for reo and nagi here. hope you like it!
collecting [yandere!reo mikage x reader x yandere!nagi seishiro]
cw: obsessive behaviour, stalking, manipulation, implied kidnapping, isolation, toxic relationship dynamics, nagi is a cat (jk)
based on this request !
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The coffee shop is unusually busy this morning. You are absolutely certain you put your card, a bright yellow one, hard to miss, in the front pocket of your purse, but it is not there.
You murmur, “Ah, shoot.”
The line behind you is growing, and the barista is beginning to look impatient.
“Uhm…I'm sorry - ”
“Let me save you.”
You look up. Purple hair. Expensive coat.
You hesitate. “You really don’t have to.”
“It’s just coffee.” He smiles gently at you. “Besides, you can owe me one.”
You smile and nod.
When you leave you have exchanged numbers and you walk to the train thinking about the smile mostly, and a little about the card, which never turns up.
Reo texts you that evening
hope the rest of your day was better than the start.
You smile at your phone.
Soon enough, Reo is everywhere in your life and you like having him around. He is become a close friend.
The thing about Reo is that you never have to say anything twice.
You mention a restaurant offhand in October and he books it in November without referencing the conversation, "just I thought we could try this" and it's the right place, exactly the right place, and you laugh and say "how did you know" and he just shrugs and holds the door open.
He knows how you take your coffee. Knows you run cold, appears with a jacket. Knows when you've had a bad week before you've said anything, meets you with the specific food that fixes it.
"You're like a cheat code," you tell him one day. He laughs. "I just pay attention."
>
You meet Nagi on a rainy Sunday, a month after the coffee shop incident.
He's on the couch when you arrive, console in both hands, and he doesn't look up when Reo introduces you.
"Nagi."
"Mm."
"This is her."
A pause in the gameplay. He glances at you once, brief and goes back to his screen.
"Hey," he says, to no one in particular.
You look at Reo. Reo smiles. "He's like this with everyone," he says, guiding you toward the kitchen. "He'll eventually warm up."
And..that he does. Warm up would be a far cry, it's more like an adjustment. Lazying around most days, but with every visit of yours, starts arranging himself closer around you. At first, it's sitting on the couch closer to you, the next he makes space for you on the couch, soon it's resting his head on your lap while playing games.
"It's funny," you say to your friend Hana one day, "Nagi was completely indifferent at first but now he just.. I don't know. Rearranges around me. Like a cat."
She raises her eyebrows. "And that's not weird?"
"It's sweet, actually. Reo's the same. Whatever Nagi wants, Reo gets it for him almost immediately. The moment he shows interest in anything Reo says, "I'll take care of it." I think that's just how Reo is, he reads people, pays that kind of attention to everyone he loves."
Hana asks, "So..do you like any one of them?"
You stir your drink. "Honestly, I dont want to complicate things with them. They have become..good friends you know?"
"Yeah," Hana says. "Makes sense. Karasu seemed interested in you though, just saying."
>
You mentioned the date casually while packing your bag
Nagi stopped playing his game. Reo stopped stirring his coffee. It was the first time you had ever managed to get both of their full attention so quickly.
“A date?” Reo asked.
You blinked. “Yeah.”
“With who?” Nagi asked.
“Someone from my friend’s course.”
“No,” Nagi said.
You stared at him. He stared back. His expression was blank, but his hand had tightened around his phone. You laughed uncertainly. “That wasn’t really a question.” You slung your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”
Nagi caught your wrist before you could step away, his fingers wrapped around you loosely, almost lazily, but he did not let go.
“You’re coming back after?” he asked.
You looked down at his hand. “Sei..”
“Are you?” His voice was soft.
Reo leaned back in his chair, watching the two of you carefully. “Nagi,” he said, almost gently. “Let go.”
For one second, Nagi did not move, then slowly his fingers slipped away.
You thought to yourself, maybe h's being insecure.. I should talk to him about this later. You left with an uneasy feeling in your chest. Neither of them said goodbye.
>
Your date never showed up. You waited for forty minutes before checking your phone for the tenth time.
Nothing. No apology. No explanation. Your messages were not even delivering. You were on the way to your home irritated and embarrassed, trying not to take it personally when your phone buzzed
Reo:
Pasta leftovers, you hungry?
You hesitate but the loud rumble from your stomach decides for you. You enters their apartment door. Nagi was comfortable on the couch. He barely looked up from his phone. “Welcome home.”
The silence stretches as you shifted uncomfortably from one leg to another, remnants of previous conversation still lingering in your mind.
Reo enters in the doorway, holding a cleaning towel in his hand. Perfectly dressed. Perfectly calm. He smiled at you. “There you are. How was your date?"
You shrug, voice low, "Asshole never showed up."
Reo hums and brings out pasta from your favourite place, he smiles at you. "His loss. It's from Vini's." He puts the bowl infront you and sits across.
You take a mouthful of it, groaning in satisfaction. "I dont know you do it Reo. You take such good care of me."
He chuckles as he reaches behind him and sets something on the table in front of your bowl. A notebook. Small, dark, well-worn at the spine.
"This is how," he says.
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You pick it up smiling because, of course, Reo has a notebook.
Your coffee order. The restaurant. Your jacket size. The film you mentioned once, three Tuesdays ago.
“Aww, this is insane,” you say, laughing. “Reo.”
He smiles. “I told you. I pay attention.”
You turn another page. Your smile falters. Your landlord’s name. Your work schedule. The route you take home - the things you never told him about?
Then:
Karasu Tabito.
Not a good influence. Cut contact.
Today’s date is written neatly beside it. Your fingers stop moving.
“Reo,” you whisper. “What is this?”
His expression softens. “He was not good enough for you.”
Your chair scrapes against the floor as you push yourself upright. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“We do,” Nagi says.
Your head snaps toward him. His phone lies forgotten beside him now. His grey eyes are fixed on you with an intensity you have never seen before.
“I didn’t care before,” he says quietly. “Where people went. Who they talked to. It was easy.”
He stands. You take a step back and he follows.
“But you keep leaving.” His brows knit together, almost irritated. “Reo says I can’t just stop you because you’ll get scared.”
You look at Reo. He gives you a faint, apologetic smile. “I told him we needed to be patient.”
Your breath catches. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You trust people too easily,” Reo says gently. “You walk home alone. You forget to charge your phone. You agreed to meet someone you barely knew.”
“That is none of your business.”
Nagi frowns. “It is.”
You slam the notebook down onto the table in frustration. Something slips from between its pages.
Small. Rectangular. Bright yellow.
Your card. The one you lost the morning you met Reo.
The room seems to tilt around you. You look at the card. Then the notebook. Then Reo.
The pieces do not fall into place so much as they drop all at once, heavy and sickening.
“You-”
You stagger toward the door, the floor shifts beneath your feet. Your hand catches the edge of the table. “What did you put in my food?”
Your legs buckle but before you can hit the floor, arms wrap around your waist from behind. Firm. Unhurried.
Nagi.
You claw at his hands. “Let go of me.”
He pulls you against his chest.
“Nagi, please.” Your voice cracks. “Please. I’m scared.”
His chin settles against your shoulder. “I know." He murmurs in your ear, " 'msorry baby, we didnt mean to frighten you, yeah?"
He inhales the scent of your neck, "we just couldn't let you leave."
The answer is quiet. Almost absent-minded.
That is worse.
You search for Reo through the blur gathering at the edges of your vision. “Reo,” you choke out. “Help me.”
But Reo is not looking at you.
He is looking at Nagi.
And on his face is an expression you have seen before but never named. The same quiet satisfaction that appears whenever Nagi shows interest in something and Reo says—
I’ll take care of it.
You understand, with the particular clarity of things understood too late.
He had been collecting you for him.
an: too long! sorry! also, my first time writing yandere, be kind please. :) let me know if you want a part 2 to this? i have some ideas as to what the "new life" for the reader would look like. :)
he forgets his wedding ring at home, second day in a row [sae itoshi x reader]
The second morning you found Sae’s wedding ring in the drawer, you didn’t get angry. You looked at it for a moment, picking it up and feeling the metal with your fingers, and then you smiled. Very Dangerously.
“Oh,” you whispered. “So this is who we are today.”
Yesterday, you had reminded him on call. Yesterday, he had said, “I won’t forget.”
And yet there it was.
So you picked it up, got dressed in wide-leg black trousers, a fitted sleeveless top, oversized sunglasses, and heels sharp enough to puncture, and drove straight to his practice.
By the time you reached, training was in full swing. The field stretched bright and green under the afternoon sun. Players moved in clean drills, passes snapping back and forth, cleats cutting across turf. Staff stood near the sidelines with clipboards. Someone shouted instructions in Spanish.
And there was Sae, in the middle of the field. Of course. Calm, sharp, flawless and obviously, annoyingly beautiful.
He received a pass, turned with surgical precision, and sent the ball clean through two defenders like they were decorative cones.
A few teammates clapped. One whistled.
He barely reacted at all this commotion, but then he turned noticing you walking towards him from the sidelines on the pavement.
His entire body paused, eyes narrowed slightly behind that unreadable face, as if trying to figure out whether you were real, why you were there, and why you looked like you had arrived to ruin his afternoon.
His teammates noticed immediately probably because Sae never froze.
One of them followed his gaze, then another. Soon half the field was looking at you.
A tall striker nudged another player and muttered something. Someone else grinned. Sae’s expression shifted into annoyance. Not at you. At them, his teammates.
Every click of your heels on the pavement near the turf was audible till the end of the field. The coach blinked. A staff member looked like he wanted to stop you, then took one look at your face and reconsidered his life choices.
Sae started walking toward you, his posture was controlled, but his eyes were alert.
“What are you doing here?” he asked walking towards you.
You smiled. “Good afternoon to you too, husband.”
You stopped in front of him, heels sinking slightly into the grass, you pulled out the ring from your pocket, “Forgot something?”
His teammates immediately went silent. Sae exhaled through his nose, “You came all the way here for that?”
You held up the ring between two fingers. “For that?” you repeated. “Interesting. I thought this was the internationally recognized symbol of a ‘married man.’ Are you not one? My mistake.”
Someone behind him coughed lightly.
You rolled your eyes and he held out his hand. You didn’t give him the ring. Instead, you took his wrist, lifted his hand, and slid the ring onto his finger yourself. Deliberately slow and very publically.
“There,” you said. “Congratulations. You’re married again.”
He looked down at your hand holding his, then back up at you. “I was married before you put it back.”
You shrug gently, "I dont know, were you?"
A teammate whispered, “Damn.” You glanced past Sae, “Louder. I drove forty minutes.”
The team lost it. Sae looked at you, eyes calm but amused. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Immensely.”
“You could’ve called.”
“I did. Yesterday. When I reminded you and you promised.”
“It slipped my mind.”
You gasped softly. “Your wedding ring slipped your mind.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
Your brows lifted. “It doesn’t mean anything?”
His eyes sharpened. “You know what I mean.”
Sae stared at you. You stared back. A faint breeze moved across the field. Somewhere behind him, a teammate whispered, “She’s amazing.”
His jaw shifted. You stepped closer and patted his chest. “Listen carefully, genius. You may forget tactics, names, dinners-”
“I don’t forget tactics.”
“But you will not forget this ring.”
His teammates were openly grinning now.
Sae leaned closer to you, voice low. “You done?”
You smiled sweetly as you adjusted his collar. “For now.” Then you turned to leave.
He caught your wrist gently. You looked back.
He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles, teal eyes never leaving yours.
“Won’t happen again.”
You tilted your head, amused. “I know it wont. This will be the last of it, one way or the other.” You threatened casually.
Sae finally laughed under his breath, you staking your claim on him in public? Almost proud and immediately turned on.
As you walked away, Leornado went to him and muttered, “Your wife is scary.”
Sae looked at the ring on his finger.
Then at your retreating figure.
“No,” he said calmly.
“She’s perfect.”
NOTE: my first post on this new blog! let me know if you would like this version for other blue lock guys too? on season 2 currently, and every time they mention sae my brain starts playing "I'm bringin' sexy back, yeah!" Gosh, I love him so much!
