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legendary lovers (me and sae) ily sae ♡

[blanklotus]

PURPLE RAIN, PURPLE RAIN — bllk

featuring : rin itoshi x gender neutral reader

synopsis : the rain is beautiful, and always has been.. perfect for letting true feelings come out.

a/n : HELLO MY LOVELIES! this is based on a req here !! thank you so much for requesting me, hope you guys have an amazing day ! i literally keep staying up and sleeping at six am its so bad. i’m on my period and bro my acne’s pissing me off its doing some mad ting. i keep getting bulging spots Its okay death would be better. SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT !!

raindrops landed against your window as you laid in bed, your eyes drooping shut after the events of the day slowly wore you down. your thoughts lingered on him, on rin.

why on earth did he get so.. annoyed? no, that wasn’t it.. protective? jealous, even, over that guy who you were partnered with for a project. it didn’t make sense, and of course, lead to a full blown argument between you both about how he was causing problems for no reason. in his defence, he argued that the guy had bad intentions, that he only wanted to have “fun” with you, or so he said. it didn’t make much sense to you. firstly, because you barely knew the boy you were partnered with, and he barely knew you. you didn’t think much of him, rin had to of known that..

and yet, the argument still arose. the rain pattering up against the glass was a reminder of it. an unwelcome reminder. the thought of you two not talking with one another made you feel sick in your stomach. you bite your tongue and sit up, pressing your face in your hands. it was such a menial thing to fight about and but affected you so much, more than you had previously realised.

with a sigh, you stood up and sat at your desk instead to get a head start on the work, trying to ignore the pit of sadness sitting heavy in your stomach.

you check your phone each time a notification lights up the screen, but it’s never him. it was typical, though. he didn’t even exactly apologise first, he didn’t know how to. he prided himself on ego and arrogance, and yet, you were the balm to his wound. he knew that well. it lights up again, this time with a message. you so dearly hope it’s him, but alas, it wasn’t.

it was the boy you both argued about. you gave him your number begrudgingly after he kept asking for it.

— yo this [y/n]?

“for fucks sake..” you mumble, picking up your phone to reply.

— yeah lol it is

— did u need smth?

he replies almost immediately.

— yh do u wanna go out w me on saturday

your brows pinch together in disbelief. you barely knew the guy, and he was asking you out? maybe.. he was right.

— nah im good im busy then

the typing bubble seizes for a moment, making your heart thump a little louder.

— what r you dating rin? he dont know shit about females i can treat you better

you grit your teeth.

— don’t text me again. i’m asking the teacher to switch partners u fucking weirdo

immediately, you block the number before he can get another message in, or worse, cuss you out and email your teacher to ask to switch partners to anyone but him. leaning back in your chair, you think about rin. he was right. he probably was gonna use you to get a good grade, as well as get with you for something depraved. your eyes close again when you hear the door knock, making you sit up.

shit, was it that guy? how’d he know where you live? did he really come here in the rain? you grabbed the nearest hard thing near you, which was a hardback book before venturing out into the hallway. your feet carry you to the front door before you even realise, heightening your nerves. it was practically the middle of the night, everyone was sleeping in your household.

your hand lightly touches the doorknob. three, two, one— you open the door, raising the book in your hands to strike when you saw who it was.

rin. standing there with his wet, slicked back hair as a byproduct of the rain. his clothes were soaked too, presumably his pyjama’s. he breathes heavily and frantically, looking at you with wide, glistening eyes. you couldn’t tell if it was from the rain, or if he was..

you didn’t wanna think about it. instead, you immediately drop the book and hug him, despite his state.

“fuck.. you scared me rin! what’re you—“

“i love you. i mean— fuck, i like you.” his voice carries desperation. a tone you’ve never heard from him. “please don’t go out with that half baked moron, he doesn’t know you..”

“i.. you came here to..” you run your hand over your head, at a loss for words. “you like me..?”

rin nods rapidly, holding onto you like a lifeline. “i got jealous of him because i thought you were into him..” his turquoise eyes pierce into your own, pleading for you to understand. “i.. i thought you didn’t wanna associate with me anymore. i got scared.”

your heart practically broke at that. you pulled him inside wordlessly and shut the door, before dragging him to your room. he sits on your bed, glancing around like a curious kitten as you wipe him off with a towel.

“.. stupid. you’re gonna get sick.” even though you were reprimanding him, your voice was immeasurably soft. you sat beside him in silence, before speaking. “me too. i feel the same way.”

rin’s eyes widened. he cups your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your cheekbone. “you mean you..?”

“mhm.”

…

“i love you, dummy.” you whisper, pressing a kiss against his cheek, his nose, then his jaw.

both your eyes met, a wordless understanding that you both wanted this.

you lean in, and press your lips against his, the taste of rainwater still residing on his lips. his arms wrap around your waist as he practically pushes you onto the bed. when you part, he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“don’t leave me. i can’t stand to see you with another man.”

“.. never. i’ll never go.”

the rain still hits your window, but now, it blocks any discouraging thoughts, rather, rooting for the both of you.

[saesmuse]

THIS IS A BIT LOONG !!!!

Sometimes I think people exaggerate the story of the Itoshi brothers and Sae in Spain. I’m talking about the canon, not fanfiction. People act like Sae is going to be the new Itachi, which honestly feels ridiculous to me. If the author actually goes in that direction, I think it would be bad writing.Sae was not wrong for changing his position. During his time in Spain, he probably realized he wanted to follow a different path. That’s a professional and personal decision. Rin building his dream around their promise doesn’t make that promise an eternal obligation for Sae.Was it sad that their promise was broken? Yes. Was Sae wrong for the way he handled it? Absolutely!!! We’re told that Sae thinks Rin is going through puberty and that their conflict is one-sided. Even if Sae had explained himself normally, Rin would probably still have been disappointed and angry, just not as much as he is now. He was still a teenager who wanted his brother’s approval and would probably have tried to change Sae’s mind anyway.I also don’t completely agree that Sae telling Rin that Isagi would become Japan’s best striker was specifically meant to create their rivalry. Sae is portrayed as very honest and sometimes hurts people because of how blunt he is. I think he may have simply been honest 🤷‍♀️😀, while also pushing Rin to pay attention to Isagi since rin wants to be the best. The rivalry would have happened regardless; Sae’s words only made it stronger because Rin desperately wanted his approval.As for Spain, I think people sometimes exaggerate what happened to Sae, although I agree that racism is an important factor. He was a Japanese player in Europe, coming from a country that isn’t exactly famous for football and in a country that is a powerhouse. Unfortunately, racism exists everywhere, including football, and POC players are often criticized more harshly when they make mistakes or when their teams struggle.But I also think Sae experienced disillusionment. You don’t have to play sports to understand that. Sometimes you’re considered extremely talented, then you meet someone who is simply much better than you. That happens all the time. Players also change positions because another position suits them better, because someone else is better than them, or because they realize they aren’t as good as they thought.Sae was probably praised a lot in Japan because he was considered a huge talent, so going to Spain may have forced him to face a brutal reality he hadn’t experienced before: there will always be someone better than you, someone who can surpass you, or simply someone who makes you realize your strengths lie somewhere else. That could explain why he ultimately chose midfield.Anyway, this is me yapping a lot 😭 If you actually read all of this, thank you! I’d really like to hear what you think. Maybe I exaggerated a little 😣(English isn’t my first language. I wrote this in Portuguese and translated it into English, so sorry if there are mistakes!)

[saesmuse]

Whenever I see something related to dennis rodman i think of shidou. It’s not really about physical appearance ( sometimes it is) it’s more about personality and style, even though seems that shidou is a gyaruo, I think he’d go for a hairstyle and outfits similar to Dennis’s. Shidou is unconventional and defies societal norms, just like dennis did back in the 90s (and still does), denis was a very different kind of basketball player in his time; Shidou will be the same in football. Even though I don’t follow basketball, I imagine Shidou would be similar to him, please tell me im not tweaking look him up sometime and let me know what you guys think.

[saesmuse]

I truly believe that in the future of bllk the rivalry between rin and isagi will be exactly like the one between messi and ronaldo. since messi and ronaldo actually exist within the story, I think rin and isagi could even be called "the new Messi and Ronaldo." i see Isagi as the Messi figure (since Messi is generally viewed as the "good guy," even though Isagi also taunts other players on the field though that’s beside the point right now) and rin as the ronaldo figure (although Messi is actually a bit more reserved, a trait he shares with Rin). the main point lies in their personalities and playing styles, areas where I see similarities: messi is calmer (both on and off the pitch, despite having his moments, just like Isagi), whereas ronaldo is more "egocentric" which i think is what rin would be called. Anyway, it’s really interesting to follow football and read bllk because you can come up with so many headcanons based on real life.

[saesmuse]

maybe it's just me, but i despise the Itoshi brothers fighting over a girl trope sm

[okkotsyui]

YOU LOVE HER (it's over)

1 : you already found someone to miss // s, itoshi

NOTE ;; my part on the collab w/ @aoshei !! ofc i have sae, my no.1 bbg. // angst , no comfort \\

.. ..

when sae told you for the first time that he's going to spain, you cried.

he promised you that he'd call you every day, despite the time difference.

he kissed you softly for the last time before he walked onto his flight.

sae promised he'd always love you.

so when you woke up one morning to find his contact unavailable and all ways of contacting him blocked, you cried. he broke his promise to you. sae was gone, and you couldn't get him back.

.. ..

that was two years ago today and you were certain that you had moved on from your first love. you had been on dates, kissed other people, dated other people. but it had never felt the same as it did with sae. you two were young, dumb kids, fresh into the world of teenagers, but you loved each other. or so you had thought, and deluded yourself with. you were now eighteen, a full-time college student studying for your dream.

so, why? why did it ache your heart to see the news headlines, all screaming in your face about the return of the 'treasure of japan, itoshi sae' ? it had been four years since he had left the country, abandoning you .. leaving you all alone to drown in your misery. it had been two years since he had cut you out of his life without explanation as to why.

all you wanted today was to be left alone. you cancelled plans with your friends, postponed that date that you were meant to go on tonight. you had accepted the fact that you had never truly gotten over itoshi sae, and you couldn't bare the idea of accidentally bumping into him.

but the world is cruel. fate is even crueler. that's why you were currently stood in front of the man who shattered your young heart, a coffee in his hand. you couldn't breathe. your vision was trained onto his left hand which held the beverage, an engagement ring nestled onto his ring finger.

sae watched you stare at his hand, a cold expression on his face. he had closed his heart off to you years ago, and that wasn't going to change now. he didn't spare you a second glance, walking past you as if you were another nobody he didn't even bother to remember the name of.

you watched him leave .. leave everything that the two of you once shared. hushed whispered of promising to marry each other when you grew up. planning out your wedding with him. buying small cakes from stores, eating it together as you both giggled in between wedding vows. sae had left it all behind without as much as a second thought.

so when the day arrived, the news frantically reported on itoshi sae, a newly married man, posting pictures of the blissfully perfect wedding with his new perfect wife. and you sat alone again, tears staining the front page of your newspaper, your heart shattering once more.

@/itoshyui . ©2023. all rights reserved

[itoshiabi]

PLZ PLZ ANOTHER SUGGESTIVE RIN X F!YN AND THEM AS NEWLYWEDS TRYING TO FIGURE STUFF IN THEIR HONEYMOON OR WHAT EVER WGWOWWNAO

How can you be so calm

A night of passion with Rin

Tw: This chapter contains smut, minors please DO NOT interact with this part!

You're in the kitchen right now, humming some random song, wearing your usual oversized T-shirt and pouring tea like it's just another lazy afternoon.

And Rin?

He's sitting at the edge of the couch, staring blankly at nothing and trying really, really hard not to think about the his OWN WEDDING NIGHT.

But it's useless.

You lean forward slightly to reach a mug, and the way your shirt clings to your hips for just a second…

Goddammit.

He squeezes his eyes shut. And the flashes come fast. Vivid. Like muscle memory.

You're under him, delicate moans slipping from your lips.

The way your legs shook when he finally pushed all the way in— inch by inch— and the way your breath hitched in raw surprise.

The soft whimpers.

The way your body clenched so tightly around him like it never wanted to let go.

How you looked up at him like he was everything.

He remembers everything.

"Stop," Rin mutters to himself under his breath, dragging a palm down his face.

He sighs. Long. Aggravated. Frustrated.

He knows he should be focusing on enjoying his honeymoon phase. Go out to visit the most romantic places with you in the day and maybe make love to you later on—

But you're here. In his house. Smelling like HIS shampoo and soap and still walking around like you didn't just ruin him forever—

Fuck—

He peeks over the couch again.

You're stirring your tea. Calm. Smiling softly to yourself, like you're thinking about something stupid or mundane.

And Rin?

He wants to scream.

How are you so chill?

How are you not falling apart at every memory of his hands gripping your thighs, your body bouncing against his, the sound of skin meeting skin over and over again in the dark?

He remembers the way you cried when you came— arms tight around his neck, nails scraping down his back, your body spasming beneath him with the kind of pleasure that made him lose control.

He whispered your name over and over again against your mouth.

Now, every time he looks at you, it's all he sees.

Not just your smile. Not just your laugh.

But the way you looked right before you broke for him.

So when you finally walk back over with the tea, handing him a cup like nothing's wrong, he keeps starting at you with disbelief.

You blink.

"What?"

"...Nothing," he mutters.

You raise an eyebrow. "You're doing it again."

"...Doing what?"

"That thing where you stare at me like I did something illegal."

Rin looks away sharply.

"You did do something illegal."

You laugh.

"Oh? Like what?"

"You ruined me."

You choke on your tea."

You've been walking around like everything's normal. Like I'm still the same guy."

You stare at him over his teacup, innocently, while sipping your tea.

"Aren't you?"

He leans in, his voice raspier than he intends. "No. I'm not. I can't stop remembering the way you looked under me, how your voice sounded when you begged, the way you said my name like—"

You shove a pillow at his face, turning red. "Shut up! Oh my God—!"

He watches as you bury your face in the cushion, blushing like a furnace, your tea long forgotten.

And he moves.

Slowly.

Predator-like.

You sense it too late— your eyes peek out just as he's already leaned over the couch, hands on either side of your thighs, caging you in.

"Rin—" your voice is barely a breath. "Wh-what are you—"

"I told you," he murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth inches from yours, "I'm not the same after that night."

Your heart thuds.

"I can't think straight anymore. Not when you walk around like that night didn't wreck me."

You gulp, voice breaking. "I-It wrecked me too..."

"Did it?" His hand slips to your bare thigh, under his shirt, gripping it softly, his thumb brushing in circles. "Then why do you keep acting like you're okay? Like I'm not losing my mind remembering how tight you were around me?"

Your breath catches. He smiles. Darkly.

"I can't sleep. Can't look at your mouth without remembering what it looked like when you begged for more."

Your entire body tenses— heat flooding everywhere.

"And now you're over here... blushing like that... hiding your face like a virgin again..."

He pulls the pillow from your arms with one swift motion. You gasp, reaching for it but he catches your wrists, pinning them gently above your head on the couch cushion.

"I'm gonna remind you," he whispers, lips grazing your cheek, "exactly how it felt."

"Rin—wait—" you whisper, pulse racing. "We just— I didn't mean to—"

He kisses your cheek softly, then your jaw. His voice is low and dangerously gentle. "You said I was big... that you couldn't breathe when I looked down at you..." He moves his mouth to your ear. "I want you to feel that again."

You're breathless, barely holding yourself as his fingers trail down your spine. The air is heavy, warm, filled with the scent of your shampoo alone with his scent and something unspoken.

Rin hovers above you again— just like his wedding night.

Except this time, there's no hesitation in the way he moves. No restraint.

He doesn't take off your shirt, he loves it when you wears his clothes. So he just pulls down your underwear, along with his, while kissing yours lips softly. His forehead presses to yours as he breaks the kiss and he looks right into his eyes as he slides in again, slowly, making you whimper with the stretch.

His voice is hoarse with pleasure, low, broken. "You drive me insane..."

You dig your nails into his back, gasping. "Rin—"

He watches every twitch of your expressions, memorizing it like scripture.

You can barely form words. "Rin, I— I can"t—"

"You feel like you were made for me..." he whispers, as he slowly starts to thrust deeper, his face flushed. "You know that, right? We both were only made for each other."

He groans softly as you squeeze around him, body trembling from overstimulation.

"Yes, you can." He kisses your temple, then your cheek. "You did before. You'll do it again. Just let me take the control."

And you do.

You fall apart under him again— just like the first time.

And Rin?

He never stops looking at you.

Never stops kissing your lips, your neck, your shoulder, over and over like he's afraid you'll disappear.

Never stops whispering "mine" into your skin like a brand.

Later, when your head is resting on his chest, your legs are still tangled with his, he whispers, stroking your hair, "Let's go to Paris for our honeymoon."

You look up at him, surprised.

"Paris, suddenly?"

"Because it's the most romantic city," he murmurs.

You laugh, groggy. "I thought you didn't care about things like that."

"It's true," Rin says, quieter now. "But you wanted to visit together, so let's go"

You nuzzle into his chest. "But I don't wanna force you, so let's go somewhere you want to."

He wraps his arms around you tighter, closing his eyes.

"With you, everything feels better so I don't care where we go. Let's go to Paris."

You smile, placing his hands over his.

"As you wish, husband."

[itoshiabi]

I know some writers love to make the Itoshi brothers fight over the reader but now that I am realistically trying to think about it, I don't think so that'll ever happen irl.

If you're Sae's girlfriend there's 0% chance Rin's gonna fall in love with you. Instead he'll hate you, will be jealous of you because you're loved by Sae, instead of HIM! How dare you snatch his brother away from him?

If you're Rin's girlfriend, Sae will be too busy suspecting you of being a gold digger/clout chaser. He'll probably even do a secret investigation on you by hiring a private detective just so he can understand your motives. He'll do everything to make sure his little brother won't end up being heartbroken. And finally, when he'll come to realise that your feelings for Rin are real, it'll be hard for him to accept. Because what do you mean the little boy whose drool he used to wipe all the time is now kissing and fucking a woman? He'll have a hard time accepting.

It'll be really funny being one of their lovers. You'll get to enjoy the Itoshi family drama, haha.

[lifequixotics]

Headcanons:

Shidou acts freaky but he also gets a bit shy in an excited way when you flirt back he has a Hugo grin on his face but it's also red as a tomato as he encourages you to continue flirting between giggles

[saesmuse]

I hate people who make shidou's entire personality revolve around sae 🫩🫩 especially in fanfics, like he's such an interesting character to reduce him to just another man.

[atroavis]

I really love Sae's design, just can't stop drawing him. His flow state kinda reminded me of the Matrix and its aesthetic

[yukinohiko-deactivated20260304]

the bed shifts and you feel sae before you see him. you’d gone to bed early, after all. partly because you were tired, partly because you didn’t want to think about missing him.

he smells like the ocean. salty, fresh. warm. sae hovers over your resting body, one hand on the pillow by your head and the other finding your side, thumb stroking you soothingly.

it isn’t a bad way to wake up, you think. it’s so dark and all you see are cool, sea green eyes.

“did I wake you?” he murmurs.

“you must’ve been trying to.”

“mm. no, not really.” sae isn’t smiling, but his eyes are so tender, almost. or as soft as you’ve ever seen them. “maybe.”

“rude. I was dreaming.”

“hopefully, something good.” it’s whispers, soft in the dark night. you feel his forehead against yours, his hand cradling your back, and it’s like you never woke. “shouldn’t be having nightmares.”

“no. it was good.” you bite your lip sleepily, and his thumb gently tugs it free. soothingly strokes it. “it was you.”

“me?”

“missed you.”

“I know, baby.” it’s so hushed and sweet, that you’d never have expected it from him. it feels more like a dream than ever. but you feel his body lay beside you, his arm around you, his kiss on your forehead, and it’s real.

“I’m here now,” sae promises. and it’s like the ocean waves, always changing and moving but when they still for just the moment, it’s a dream.