Midnight Archive

Blue lock | Request open | midnight thoughts

[midnightwritr]

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Bluelock’s reaction to finding out you like them

Characters: Isagi, bachira, chigri, kunigami (post wildcard) Rin

A/n: might be occ? My first ever chatfic so be kind please

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Isgai

Bachira

Chigri

Kunigami (post wildcard)

Rin

[midnightwritr]

Sae and Hugo have lots of similarities in both appearance, personality and their position in football if you think about it.

Wait…you’re actually right about that. But it’s fine because I’ve thought of ways to write them both and keep it interesting.

[lolisx]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝓢𝓮ñ𝓸𝓻𝓪 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ │PART TWO!!

✦ ─────────── ✦

Okay, so this is part two that was requested! It’s kinda ahh but still. And I think it could be read without the part one but the part one gives more vibes. So yeah it’s reader x Sae. A fem reader. And I’ll make more like these or something else just say! I don’t know the word count I’m too lazy for that. And this is no nsfw, more like fluff.

Ⓔⓝⓙⓞⓨ!

After some days in school, for Sae, it was pure torture.

He was getting unusually bullied and humiliated, except when he was on the field.

But to add to everything that was happening, he realized he didn’t even know Spanish well. When his mom in Japan told him to learn it, he’d always say:

“I don’t need it. I’ll play football, not have a tea party.”

And now?

He regretted not learning it.

But he would never say that out loud, obviously.

So here Sae was, standing in the hallway in front of the main school board, looking at a paper that read:

“Spanish Tutoring, in the library every day after classes!”

-Tch, a tutor? I don’t need a tutor. I’m fine. And I’m the one people should learn from, not the other way around!-

He thought stubbornly.

But oh boy, he was about to fail his Spanish class because he didn’t know anything.

That evening, he went to his late-night training, kicking balls into the net and practicing his direct shot while talking to himself.

Weird.

“Stupid Spanish. Why do I even need it? I’m fine with my English! I mean, everyone can understand me anyway. And those who can’t are mediocre.”

He shot a ball angrily.

It flew straight into the goal.

“And that ‘so good tutor’ couldn’t even say who it was!”

THE NEXT DAY…

Another day, another hell.

He walked through the hallway, still a little pissed.

And he wasn’t pissed at anyone directly.

He was pissed because he wouldn’t admit that he really needed those lessons.

The bell rang.

Next class.

Spanish.

Shit.

He entered the classroom and sat down, not bothering to look at anyone.

The teacher entered, and he looked up.

“Good morning, everyone! I graded your tests!”

Sae froze.

TESTS?

Shit, shit, and shit.

-Okay, maybe I didn’t do SO bad? What if it’s actually good?-

He thought.

On the outside, his face was cold, like always.

But inside, he was sweating through his balls.

Then the teacher handed him his test.

His eyes widened.

-THREE OUT OF A HUNDRED??-

Oh well.

At least it was a three.

I mean…

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

So yeah.

After classes that day, here he was.

In the library.

Looking for the mysterious tutor with that flyer still clutched in his hand.

On the flyer, it said the tutor referred to themselves as “Señora,” so he obviously thought they were a girl.

And he was right.

There you were.

Sitting at a corner table in your school uniform skirt that suited you so well his eyes nearly bugged out of his head whenever you walked past.

The ribbon in your hair was slightly crooked on one side, somehow making you look even prettier.

He swallowed and slowly took a few steps forward.

Sae stopped in front of your table and cleared his throat, the flyer still clutched tightly in his hand.

“Hi… are you the tutor for Spanish?”

You looked up at him and smiled softly.

“Yeah. Take a seat if you’d like.”

He hesitated.

What was he doing?

He was supposed to be at practice.

But sitting next to you, hearing your sweet voice and seeing that gentle smile on your lips…

The thought wasn’t so bad.

Not that he’d ever admit that.

So he slowly took a seat beside you, his heart pounding so hard against his ribs that he wouldn’t have been surprised if you could hear it.

You pulled your books and notebook from your bag.

Highlighters in every shade of soft pink.

Notes neat and clean.

Little flowers decorating the top corners of the pages.

Sae could only stare.

Suddenly, he felt oddly out of place.

He pulled out his own crumpled notebook.

His handwriting was messy.

The pages were torn like someone had chewed on them.

He only had one pen that barely worked and a single textbook from school.

But you didn’t seem to mind.

It looked like you were used to helping people.

“So,” you asked politely, “what do you struggle with the most?”

He opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

That…

He hadn’t thought about that.

What did you mean, what did he struggle with?

He struggled with Spanish.

That was why he was there.

So he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Uh… I… maybe the last lesson…?”

The truth was that he had no idea what the last lesson was.

Or the lesson before that.

Or the one before that.

You blinked in surprise.

“Oh. Okay. Sure, we can start with that.”

And then you started teaching.

You talked and rambled about grammar, vocabulary, and lessons that made absolutely no sense to him.

The words swirled around his head like alphabet cereal floating in milk.

He tried to listen.

Really.

Maybe he even learned something.

But every now and then, his attention drifted.

His gaze would wander to your face.

To the way you smiled when explaining something.

To the shine of the pink lip gloss on your lips.

Then he’d immediately force himself to look away.

Why was he even paying attention to that?

You continued talking, completely unaware of the crisis happening inside his head.

An hour passed.

An entire hour.

And Sae wasn’t entirely sure he understood a single thing.

Then you finally closed your notebook.

“Okay. So, should we check?”

CHECK?

Sae froze.

His eyes snapped back to yours.

Oh God.

What now?

He couldn’t exactly tell you that he’d spent the last hour staring at you instead of learning Spanish.

So he did the only thing he could.

He guessed.

“Um… I-I remember the, uh… ¿Cómo te llamas?… And… rojo, azul y verde…?”

You blinked.

Then laughed.

“That wasn’t the last lesson, but sure. At least you learned something!”

The tips of his ears turned pink, though it was mostly hidden beneath his hair.

He quickly looked away, embarrassed.

But also…

Kind of proud.

Not that he’d ever admit that either.

You began packing your books into your bag, carefully sliding the highlighters back into their case.

“Same time tomorrow?” you asked.

Sae looked down at the scattered notes on the table.

Truthfully, he hadn’t learned much.

Well…

He had learned some colors.

And how to ask for someone’s name.

And maybe a few other things.

But mostly, he’d learned that spending an hour with you didn’t feel nearly as exhausting as spending an hour with anyone else.

His fingers tightened slightly around his pen.

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

You smiled.

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Tomorrow.

For some reason, the word sounded nice.

You stood up and slung your bag over your shoulder before giving him a small wave.

“Bye, Sae!”

Then you walked away.

Sae remained seated for a moment, watching until you disappeared around the corner of the library.

The corners of his lips twitched upward ever so slightly.

Spain still sucked.

His classmates were still annoying.

His Spanish was still terrible.

And he was probably still going to fail his next test.

But for the first time since arriving here…

Tomorrow didn’t seem so bad.

ੈ♡˳ ──────── ༚

Reblogs and likes are very appreciated!

[midnightwritr]

What would you like a weekly fanfic on?

A love triangle between sae and kaiser with the reader

A love triangle between sae and Hugo with the reader

Remaining time: 1 day 7 hours

I love sae and really want to write about him, but I can’t choose between Hugo and kaiser.

[midnightwritr]

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🌙 midnight thoughts

✦ title ; can i stay with you?

✦ pairing ; nagi seishiro x reader

✦ genre ; fluff, comfort

✦ word count ; around 500

✦ note ; my first ever fic! be kind ♡

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You sat on the couch. The soft rain tapping your window, your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, the tv noise becoming distant. A yawn escaped your lips. Your last sign that it was time to sleep. You turned off the tv and stood, your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. Your soft footsteps echoed through the quiet house.

Knock.

Knock.

You blink.

Once.

Twice.

Your sleepy brain struggled to catch up. Did you imagine that? Were you more tired than you thought? Dragging yourself upstairs, you heard it again. A little more urgent and louder. This time, you’re a little more awake. Who the hell is here at this hour?

You walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. A familiar white-haired genius. Nagi? You opened the door and looked up at him.

“Nagi…? What are you doing here?”

The silence stretched for a few seconds.

“Can I stay here? Even for tonight only?”

Taken aback, you nodded mutely and stepped aside. Silent again, he stepped inside, his hooded eyes trained on you.

“I’ll clean the guest room-”

“No. I meant with you. Can I stay with you tonight?”

You stared at him for a few seconds. A light flush dusting your cheeks. Since when was Nagi so…blunt?

“With me?” You repeat, needing to make sure you heard him right the first time and this wasn’t one of your deluded fantasies.

“Yeah.” He leaned down, his forehead rested against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. “With you.”

Your eyes widen a little, your heart beating faster. You and Nagi were close and sure, you even liked him more than you probably should, but you never thought you’d ever find yourself in a situation like this.

“Why?” You whispered.

“Comfortable” he drawled out lazily. A warm smile found its way to your lips.

“Yeah?” You looked down at him.

He looked up, grey eyes tired and droopy. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face. Yawning, he mumbled “Pretty.”

“I could say the same for you.”

You didn’t get a reply and peeked down at him. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted, his breathing evened out.

Your chest tightened. Nagi felt comfortable with you. You lean down, your lips hovered over his forehead before you pressed a feather light kiss to his warm skin.

I guess you were spending the night with Nagi.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

A/n: my first fic!!! Please excuse any mistakes, I tried my best. I’m mostly a blue lock writer and nagi has been living rent free in my head so I had to start with him. Hope you enjoy it <3

[midnightwritr]

Hello! Welcome, I’m midnightwritr

I’m starting my journey writing Bluelock fics, headcanons, character moments, and all my late night thoughts.

Expect:

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

Chatfics

Random midnight thoughts

I’m pretty new to this, so any support, advice, or request would really be appreciated.

If there’s something you’d like to see, feel free to send a request or comment - I’d love some ideas on what to write.

Thank you for stopping by and I hope you stay a while.