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i love this omg

YAY REQS ARE BACKKK hope you're doing okay (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

can I request manager!reader and Rin (not in a relationship... to make it more fun) body swap?? like imagine reader and Rin waking up in each other's beds and freaking out LOL also having to keep it a secret from everyone else,,, Rin and reader too embarrassed to change or use the bathroom or Rin having no idea how to do readers manager duties and reader not knowing how to play soccer...

I think Rin would yell at reader for making "embarrassing" faces with HIS face LMFAO

be as creative as you want with this 😋 thank you !!!

“𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲”

a/n: writing for rin is my new hobby

and i'm doing okay and hope you are, too!

ALSO THIS IDEA WAS TOO FUNNY AND I HAD TO TRY MY BEST TO NOT CONFUSE READER AND RIN LOL

you wake up with abs. that’s the first red flag. 

the second is the voice that comes out of your mouth when you gasp – low, deep, and emotionally repressed. you sit up, slowly, and stare down at the flat, muscular torso that is definitely not yours. your arms? too veiny. your legs? too long. your bedroom? gone. 

and just as you're beginning to spiral – because there is no reasonable explanation for waking up in a professional athlete’s body – you hear a loud, thudding crash, followed by your own voice yelling: 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” 

you scramble off the bed just in time to see you – or rather, rin itoshi in your body – burst into the room looking like a haunted raccoon in a hoodie, shorts, and fuzzy socks. 

you both scream. 

“what did you do?!” rin yells, pointing at you with your own hand, shaking slightly. “is this a prank?! hypnosis? witchcraft?! did you– did you summon something?!” 

you blink. “why would i ever summon a demon and choose you?! i woke up with your man-shoulders and your testosterone voice and i haven’t even peed yet because i don’t know how to aim!” 

“oh my days,” rin whispers, like he’s about to cry. “this is a nightmare. i’m wearing your skincare. my face is wet. why is my face wet?!” 

you take one look at him and shriek. “YOU USED MY TONER?! THAT’S FIFTY DOLLARS!!!” 

“you’re lucky i didn’t shave your eyebrows out of panic!” 

“YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT?!” 

needless to say, you don’t go to the hospital, or the police, or a priest. you go to work. because he’s rin itoshi and you’re the manager of blue lock’s most emotionally constipated player, and if anyone finds out something is wrong, you’re both dead. 

so now you’re hobbling into the locker room in cleats that feel like hooves, trying to walk with rin’s signature brooding stride (which is, shockingly, just a very emo power walk), while bachira squints at you and says, “you okay, rin? you look… extra murdery today.” 

“shut up,” you grumble, because that’s the only phrase you know rin says that won’t immediately out you. 

meanwhile, rin is holding your clipboard like it’s a sacred tablet, standing in the staff room saying things like, “hydration… cones… the… manager things,” while anri stares at him like he just suffered a mild stroke. 

“you feeling okay?” she asks gently. 

“yes,” rin says, eyes twitching. “i am the manager. i manage. water is wet. let’s… go.” 

you text him from inside a bathroom stall twenty minutes later, hating everything. 

you: i tripped over the ball. they think you have a concussion. 

rin: i winked at karasu. he’s flirting with me now. also i dropped a crate of gatorade on isagi. he’s wet and angry. 

you don’t reply. you’re too busy trying to figure out how to walk without looking like you have an invisible wedgie, because rin’s stupid legs are too long. 

you think things can’t get worse, until you’re dragged into a training drill. 

“yo, rin, ready to show off?” shidou grins. 

you look down at the ball. the ball looks back at you. you kick it. 

you miss. completely. 

“did you just… whiff?” isagi blinks. 

“i’m conserving energy,” you mutter. “strategy.” 

back in the manager’s corner, rin is trying to pour water into bottles and has somehow flooded the entire cooler station. your phone buzzes again. 

rin: i don’t know how to do anything. why is your handwriting so bad. why do you have five different pens. why is one of them glittery. 

you: BECAUSE I HAVE AESTHETIC. why does your body smell like eucalyptus. 

rin: expensive soap. don’t judge me. 

by 3 PM, you’re both hiding behind the bleachers, traumatized, wearing each other’s clothes, and unable to make eye contact because rin accidentally saw your pink fuzzy socks and now you can never look him in the eye again. 

“we have to fix this,” you mutter. 

“i tried headbutting a locker. didn’t work,” rin says solemnly. 

“we need to keep this a secret. no one finds out. we pretend everything’s normal and wait for the universe to un-screw us.” 

“easy for you to say. you just have to act annoyed and avoid eye contact. i have to organize post-practice smoothies.” 

you groan. “and i have to play a full match next week with zero coordination and probably pull your groin. do you want me to ruin your reputation?” 

rin’s eye twitches – your eye. “if you break my record, i’m haunting you forever.” 

you sigh in unison, lean back, and stare at the sky like two cursed souls trapped in the worst possible freaky friday reboot. 

neither of you says it, but deep down, you both know: you might actually need each other to survive this. 

and worse, you might actually start to like it. 

BONUS: 

you’re halfway through practice when you spot a mirror hanging on the back of the gym door. you pause. you stare. you tilt your head. then you make a face. 

not just any face. the full anime girl experience. cheeks puffed, lips jutted in a pout, eyes wide like you’re about to cry over a dropped ice cream cone. 

then peace signs. both hands. 

unfortunately, someone walks in. 

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” 

you scream and spin around, only to come face-to-face with yourself – well, rin, in your body – glaring at you with the kind of look that could melt a phone battery. 

“you– i– my face!!” rin hisses, slamming the door shut behind him like you just committed a war crime. “why are you using my face to do whatever that was?! are you trying to psychologically destroy me?!” 

you blink innocently. “you mean… the little expression practice? the soft girl bit? i thought it was cute!” 

“cute?” he looks like he’s about to pass out. “you looked like you were about to cry because someone didn’t compliment your new scrunchie! i walked in and you were– were puffing your cheeks out and doing finger guns–” 

“peace signs,” you correct. “get it right, bestie.” 

rin makes a strangled sound. “do you know how many people saw you?! yukimiya walked past and nodded like he was impressed. isagi gave me– you– a thumbs-up. karasu said ‘you’re glowing today, rin.’ I AM NOT GLOWING. I AM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THE WRONG BODY.” 

you stifle a laugh. barely. 

“okay, okay, i get it,” you say, wiping tears from his eyes. “no more uwu faces. i’ll stick to your usual look: death glare with a side of existential dread.” 

“better,” rin mutters, though his eye is twitching. 

“although,” you continue, tapping your chin with his finger, “i do kind of want to try a wink again. like, just one? to see if i can make bachira short-circuit?” 

“if you wink at anyone else using my body, i’m duct-taping your mouth shut.” 

“kinky.” 

“OH MY FUCKING–” 

you both start yelling again. from outside the gym, bachira peeks in, sees you (rin) screaming at yourself (also rin), and calmly backs away. 

“ego,” he says, walking by, “i think rin’s autism is acting up. again.” 

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i got butterflies am i cooked gang

rin laying on your chest taking a nice little nap until his phone begins going off with messages from the group chat he's in with his soccer teammates. you don't want him waking up so you pick up his phone and take a cute little selfie of rin sleeping peacefully on your chest and you sticking your tongue out and send it out to the group chat. the pic was captioned with a little "sorry bros, he can't text back in the group chat rn, baby needs his nappies (｡•̀ᴗ-)"

when he woke up, he was met with tons of messages of his buddies teasing the shit out of him.

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ARE YOU IN ?

ft ୨ৎ rin + nagi

a/n ୨ৎ got this idea from tiktok and i shit you not a lightbulb lit up in my head like a cartoon character. also this is very self indulgent so i didn't make much of an effort to use fancy vocab.. and i'm also writing my faves. pish posh.

rin itoshi ౨ৎ˚⟡˖

(imagine that you're speaking to each other in japanese for this one LMAO)

your boyfriend was just about to wrap up his daily meditation as you stood outside the door, a cartoonishly mischievous grin threatening to spread itself across your lips

as you step foot into the room, he turns to look at the source of noise. his eyes lit up at the sight of you as he got up with a groan, stretching his arms in the air. "hey babe, you done yet?" you asked.

"yep, i just need to put the mat away."

anticipation brew in the pit of your stomach. this was the perfect chance

"oh before i forget, can you teach me this one pose?" you beamed enthusiastically. "i wanna learn yoga but i don't know if i'm doing it right."

you fished your phone out of your pocket and pulled up a stock photo of someone doing downward dog before showing him the screen

"huh. seems pretty easy, no?" he stated, oddly suspicious of why you were so adamant on him showing you instead of just figuring it out yourself from the myriad of results on the internet

"well yeah—but.. you're a good teacher." you smiled sheepishly, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear as he narrowed his eyes at you

rin let out an exasperated sigh. "you're just kissing my ass so that you can see me get on all fours." he teased while giving you an eye roll, but still did it for you

good, he was in position now. "like what you see, weirdo?" rin turned his head to look at you. your brows furrowed in fake interest as you pretended to observe his technique

"mhm.. oh by the way, you can speak english right?" you perked up, taking him by surprise at your random enquiry. "uhm, yeah? why're you acting so odd—" he was about to get up before you interrupted

"i was just wondering how to spell this one word.. uhh what was it again? oh yeah, 'run'."

his eyebrow cocked as utter bewilderment tainted his usually deadpan expression

"R-U-N?" he replied. he thought you were an absolute idiot for not knowing how to spell a word as simple as "run", but he wasn't about to be mean to his own girlfriend

you stifled a giggle before asking again, "sorry what was that?"

"i said R-U-N." said rin, still on all fours

you couldn't hide it any longer. your laughter filled the room as tears started welling up in your eyes. "oh rinnie, you're oblivious!"

the moment he realised, he gave you the most unamused, dour, look as he finally got up from the floor. you swore you could see lasers shoot out of his eyeballs as he stared daggers at you

"have your things out of here by tonight."

nagi seishiro ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

you could hear the same old beat echoing like a mantra from inside your shared bedroom with nagi

ever since reo bought him dress to impress' monthly trial of VIP, he's been glued to the game like an ipad kid under the guise of "making the most of it."

"sei, you need to get out of bed and take.. a shower." you said, face contorting in distaste as the faint scent of green aura with flies grazed your nostrils

"are you saying i'm stinky." nagi's half-lidded eyes stared back at you as he shot you with a poker face

you sighed. "come on you couch potato, stretch with me." you wrapped your hands around the sleeves of his oversized hoodie before dragging him out of bed and onto his feet

"uuuuuuuuughhhhhh, this is such a haaaaassle." he groaned, wildly exaggerating every syllable in a weak attempt to annoy you (which proved to be in vain the moment you finally, successfully got him to well.. move a muscle?)

"god, you're such a big baby." you said fondly before he collapsed into your arms

"too lazy to stand."

you could tell that he was just messing with you by the way he wasn't actually putting his full weight onto you; surely you'd have more than a few broken bones if he did

"nice try, i know you can."

you pushed him off of you as he landed on his feet again. you couldn't deny that he looked stupidly adorable in his current sleepy state

"your body needs some movement. touch your toes with me."

he didn't even think twice before lazily bending over as his fingertips touched his feet. you did the same as he let out a series of 'what a pain's and 'hassle's

"nagi, spell run." you said out of the blue

"huuuuh?"

you giggled. "just do it, spell run." it didn't really take much convincing for him to do something for you, nagi wasn't a big fan of using a lot of brainpower

"..R-U-N?" he asked lackadaisically

"alright now keep saying that while touching your toes. it's.. physical and psychological exercise." you pulled this out of your ass hoping that it'd be plausible enough for him to fall for it

he fell for it.

"R-U-N, R-U-N, R-U-N..

he trailed off before coming to a halt

..heyyy."

nagi looked up at you, doe-eyed as the most innocent expression began to wash over his face. you erupted into a fit of laughter, admiring how cute he looked when he realised he'd been tricked.

"being pranked is such a pain.."

wonderful dividers by @anitalenia and @hyuneskkami

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we got arcane x bluelock before gta 6

You're perfect

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okay but can we talk about the fact that nagi didn't cry in front of reo idk why this makes it hurt more 💔💔

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LMFAOOO

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MY HEART IS MELTINGGG

“𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞”

a/n: happy mother’s day to everyone and all their mothers! i thank all your mothers for giving birth to you and especially to all the mothers of blue lock, specifically mrs. isagi, my mother-in-law 🥰 

i also hope that everyone did something for their mother today (if you have one/are on good terms with your mother ofc). i took my mother out to a sushi lunch today and also bought her japanese snacks bc i’m the best daughter ever 😚

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

itoshi rin

rin pretends he doesn’t care about holidays but has a secret “mother’s day plan” folder on his phone that he updates monthly. he wakes up early, feeds your son, and lets you sleep in like you’ve never slept before. 

your son is dressed in a tiny suit and brings you a rose (which rin bribed him to do with candy). he says, “mommy is the best” like a little robot and rin melts. 

he quietly makes your favorite meal, sets up a fancy table, and puts on background jazz like he’s hosting a five-star dinner. 

“this is excessive,” you tease. 

“you deserve more.” 

after dinner, you all cuddle up to watch a movie, and he lets your son crawl into his lap even though he complains about being squished. 

later, when you're alone, he says, “you gave me a family. i didn’t know i could be this happy.” 

(he also framed your son’s first scribble of “dad + mom + me” and put it in his locker.) 

isagi yoichi

he’s been planning this day like it’s the final match of the world cup. he's got sticky notes, alarms, and even consulted your pinterest boards. he lets your toddler daughter scribble “happy momy day” with three backwards letters on a giant pink card and swears it's the cutest thing he’s ever seen. 

he makes breakfast, which is burnt pancakes with way too much whipped cream, and wakes you up with a tray that wobbles because your daughter keeps grabbing at everything. you fake surprise and he beams like he just won gold. 

“yoichi, you used shaving cream instead of whipped cream.” 

“… i swear i tasted it and it was fine.” 

you spend the day with both of them clinging to you like koalas, and at night, he hands you a scrapbook filled with your baby’s milestones and little notes he wrote to you throughout her first year. 

“thank you for making our house a home. i love you more than football. okay, equal to football.” 

nagi seishiro

you wake up to your daughter giggling and nagi spooning you like a blanket burrito. 

“sei, it’s mother’s day.” 

“mhm. you’re the mom. just chill.” 

his idea of celebrating is you doing absolutely nothing. he takes care of everything, which includes ordering food, letting your daughter cover the living room in glitter, and binge-watching your favorite show with you while braiding your hair. 

he even makes a tower of pillows, declares it your “throne,” and lets your daughter feed you snacks like you’re a queen. 

later, you find a crumpled piece of paper with a drawing of the three of you and a note that says: “thanks for being her player two while i’m afk. love, sei.” 

he won’t say it out loud, but he thinks you’re the coolest woman alive. 

itoshi sae

he’s lowkey emotional about this day, but you wouldn’t know it unless you caught him kissing your daughter’s forehead when she’s asleep. he starts the morning by dressing her in a little red dress and taking her to get flowers. 

“you have to pick the prettiest ones for mama.” 

she picks weeds. he still wraps them in a bow. 

he lets you stay in bed while he makes an omelet that’s… fine. (okay, he ordered from your favorite café and plated it himself.) 

in the afternoon, you all go on a walk while he carries your daughter on his shoulders, pointing at clouds and trying not to smile too much. 

he gifts you a necklace with your daughter’s birthstone and says, “you’re everything she looks up to. and everything i look forward to.” 

then he blushes and acts like he didn’t just say the most romantic thing ever. 

mikage reo

reo turns mother’s day into a full-blown event. you wake up to streamers, a custom cake, and a whole itinerary. 

“9 AM: breakfast in bed. 10 AM: family photoshoot. 12 PM: picnic at the park. 3 PM: massage. 5 PM: spa bath. 7 PM: candlelit dinner.” 

“reo, i just wanted to nap.” 

your son is dressed like a tiny butler. he hands you gifts and says, “this is from me. but dad paid.” 

he spoils you rotten all day, taking photos of everything. your son gets cake all over his face and reo wipes it off with that lovestruck look. 

at night, he says, “you gave me the best gift: our family. i’ll spend the rest of my life giving back to you.” 

you roll your eyes. he kisses your hand dramatically. your son claps. the family is ridiculous and perfect. 

shidou ryusei

you wake up to chaos. your son is standing on the bed yelling, “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!” and shidou is throwing heart-shaped confetti around like a lunatic. 

“you are the HOTTEST mom alive!” he says, tackling you with kisses. 

breakfast is cereal with five different toppings, and your son insists on feeding you while shidou records everything like a proud dad from a sitcom. 

he makes matching “MILF & DILF” shirts for you two and drags you to the zoo “because our baby needs to see animals that are as wild as him.” 

you end the day sticky, tired, and full of love. he pulls you close, son asleep between you. 

“you made me a dad. that’s the craziest, most awesome thing anyone’s ever done for me. i love you, mama.” 

then he winks. “wanna make another one?” 

you hit him with a pillow. he considers it foreplay. 

karasu tabito

karasu tries to act cool but is clearly nervous about doing everything right. he lets your daughter draw on his face to “practice makeup for mommy” and walks around with blush and wonky eyeliner all morning. 

he cooks breakfast (surprisingly well), plays spa day with you and your daughter, and even lets her paint his nails. 

“how do i look?” 

“like a man who loves his family,” you say. 

“damn right.” 

in the evening, he plays your favorite songs on a little speaker and dances with you in the living room while your daughter spins around in her pajamas. 

he gives you a letter he wrote: “i never thought i’d be a family man. but then i met you. and now, i can’t imagine a life without our little girl calling you mama.” 

(you definitely cry. he definitely takes a picture.) 

kaiser michael

kaiser wakes you up with a literal trumpet. no, not a metaphor. he hired a guy in a tuxedo to stand at the foot of your bed and blare a “royal mother’s day fanfare.” 

“mihya,” you groan, eyes still shut, “what the hell.” 

he throws rose petals on you like you’re queen cleopatra. “shhh. you’re the goddess of this kingdom.” 

your toddler son is wearing a tiny crown and holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates (which kaiser definitely sampled first). 

the day is full of surprises: a personal chef, a spa treatment at home, a matching set of rings with your son's birthdate engraved, and a slideshow of photos with him narrating dramatically over soft piano music. 

“this woman,” he says over a picture of you giving birth, “conquered the battlefield of motherhood with grace and a whole lot of screaming.” 

later that night, after your son is asleep and the theatrics fade, he wraps you in a hug and murmurs, “you gave me a reason to be better. and i swear, i'll never let our little prince, or his queen, go a day without knowing they're loved.” 

(you pretend not to cry. he kisses your tears anyway.) 

ness alexis

ness starts preparing days in advance. he makes handmade coupons, handcrafts a flower crown, and bakes cookies with your daughter that look… chaotic, but smell divine. 

you wake up to soft music and your daughter whispering, “mama, wake up ~” while ness tiptoes behind her holding breakfast. 

the tray has your favorite tea, little folded napkins, and a heart-shaped pancake with “mama” burned into it (on purpose?). 

he plans a quiet day: a nature walk, a drawing session, and a surprise mini tea party with your daughter and her stuffed animals. 

they all call you “queen mama.” ness is 100% in character. “would milady prefer the rose tea or the enchanted berry blend?” 

when the day winds down, he gives you a letter filled with pressed flowers and little doodles, and in his neatest handwriting, he wrote: “i’ve never felt more loved than watching you hold our daughter. you’re patient, radiant, and somehow even more beautiful than the day i met you. i want her to grow up knowing her mom is magic.” 

he reads it aloud, voice soft, while your daughter snoozes on your chest. (he also drew you as a fairy queen on the back, just because.) 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

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OH MY GODDDDD

imagining itoshi sae doing that bad bunny calvin klein add and its not healthy for my brain

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tears in my yaoi eyes

"Mikage Reo, thanks for playing with me."

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i WAS born in the right generation. i love eating hot chip and reading lawlight fanfiction..

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some days you cannot help but pity some people

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lord knows i enjoy smut but writing my own is mortifying

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have you ever read so much gay fanfiction that you just question how guys can even be straight like fuck if i was a guy i would be the biggest cock slut in the entire country

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SOSO PRETTYYY

Mikami Teru

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tt hates me but here's L <3

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it flopped on tiktok so i'll put this here instead